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(Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.)
Also,this story takes place after Splatoon 1's final boss.
A young octoling with brown and green tentacles was walking in the sewers. This Octoling was called Marina. She was part of the Octarian Army...Or atleast,she used to be.
During the showdown between the leader of the Octarians and an inkling known as agent 3,her ears were exposed to a song known as the Calamari Inkantation. This song changed her life and gave her the motivation to leave the army. Her goal was to make it to Inkopolis and be part of their society.
2 days have passed since she left her base. She took a look at her map and by the looks of it,she was very close to Inkopolis. She put her map in her backpack and continued walking until she reached some stairs that led to a sewer exit. Marina climbed these stairs and exited a manhole. Suddenly,she felt a twinge in the lower half of her body. For the past two days,she would camp whenever the sun set and resume her journey on the next few days. She did manage to come across a few portable toilets on her way. Marina looked around but there weren't any toilets in sight. But....there wasn't anyone around either.
Marina took one more look around to make sure the coast was clear. She then dropped her backpack and placed a hand on her shorts. But right before she could pull them down,she heard the sound of ink spattering. Marina quickly grabbed her backpack and ran towards a nearby boulder. She then pulled out her Octoshot and created a puddle of teal ink. She transformed into her octopus form and hid in the puddle she created.
A few seconds later,two Octolings approached the boulder. They aimed their Octoshots around.
"Hmm...Doesn't look like there are any inklings around..." One Octoling said as she lowered her weapon. Marina stayed in the puddle and waited for the two Octolings to leave. However while in the puddle, she felt a stronger wave of pressure going through her body.
"Uh....Hey,can you stay on the look out for a minute? I uhh....have to...deplete my ink tank..." the other Octoling said. The Octoling then approached the boulder and dropped her weapon. She then pulled down her shorts and popped a squat in front of the boulder while her friend looked around.The Octoling relaxed and let loose a stream of pee,creating a magenta colored puddle near the boulder.
"Ahh....I've been holding it all morning..." The Octoling said with a relieved expression on her face.
"By the way....Did hear about what happened to Marina?" The Octoling on the look out said.
"She went missing recently,right?" The other Octoling said as her stream was still going.
"Yeah....Where do you think she is?" The look out Octoling asked.
"I dunno. I saw her a few days ago and she looked very surprised. I asked what happened,but she only answered with "This changes everything"....." The peeing Octoling said.
"Do you think the performance with Octavio had anything to do with it?"
The two Octolings continued to chat while Marina remained hidden in her puddle. Hiding in the puddle was torture for her. Not only did she have to hide there while listening to someone else relieve themselves,but the pressure she felt nearly doubled while she was in her ink. This caused her to accidentally let out a moan. The Octoling in front of the building heard the noise and her stream immediately stopped.
"Did you hear that?" The Octoling asked as she frantically looked around. The look out Octoling looked at the boulder in front of her friend. She slowly approached the boulder while the other Octoling pulled her shorts back up.
"Is anyone there?" The Octoling asked her friend.
"There's some teal ink behind this boulder..." the other Octoling said.
She slowly approached the puddle and took a good look at it. She then fired some ink at the puddle. Suddenly,the puddle started glowing and-
*SPLASH*
And ink mine went off,causing the Octoling to fall down.
"Wah?! Jade! Are you okay?!" The other Octoling yelled as she ran up to her friend. While the two were distracted,Marina super jumped out of her puddle. This didn't go unnoticed by the other Octoling however.
"Was that....."
A few seconds later,Marina landed on the ground. And she was back in her humanoid form.
"Ahh!" Marina let out as she quickly placed her hands between her legs. Now that she was back in her humanoid form,the pressure was a bit weaker.....but only a little bit. Marina transformed into her octopus form and then quickly returned to her humanoid form with both hands between her legs. As she suspected,holding in pee seemed more difficult when in squid form. She took a look at her map while her legs rubbed together. She was close to Mt.Nantai right now. She put away her map and continued walking while staying on the look out for any other Octarians.
After 5 minutes of walking,she arrived at the entrance to Mt. Nantai. Unfortunately,a bunch of Octotroopers were patrolling the entrance. Marina pulled out a Splat Bomb and tossed it towards the Octotroopers. The troopers saw this and quickly moved out of the way. But they weren't fast enough to avoid getting caught in the explosion of teal ink.
Marina walked across the entrance to the mountain and started following the path up ahead.
30 minutes passed and Marina made it to a cave. By this point,Marina's bladder was very full.
The only reason she didn't stop to relieve herself was because she was afraid of getting caught by other Octarians.
Suddenly,A loud scream echoed through the cave in front of her. The sudden noise caught her by surprise and caused her to let out a spurt. She quickly crossed her legs and placed her hands between them in an attempt to stop her bladder from leaking some more.
"What the devilfish was that?" Marina asked as she slowly approached the entrance to the cave. Marina steadily walked through the cave with both hands between her legs. She was considering peeing right there on the spot,but she was to scared to do that with...whatever made that noise...being nearby...
As she was distracted by her bladder,someone bumped into her. Both of them fell down and landed on their butts. The impact caused Marina to leak again.
"Ahhh!" Marina moaned as she crossed her legs. She slowly opened her eyes and her stomach dropped when she saw another Octoling standing in front of her.
"Oh...Sorry...I was running because i heard a loud no-" The Octoling paused and looked at Marina. The two just silently stared at each other for a few seconds until the Octoling broke the silence by yelling.....
"MARINA?!"
Marina quickly got up and ran away from the Octoling.
"Hey! Wait!" The Octoling said. She then gave chase. Marina was frantically rummaging through her backpack to grab her Octoshot.
She then hid behind a boulder and caught her breath. Her breathing quickly turned into moaning,as her bladder was begging for relief. She placed her free hand between her legs and started bouncing up and down.
"Marina! We know you're there!" A voice yelled. Marina peeked over the ledge to see 3 Octolings standing there.
"You have nowhere to run! Surrender now or we'll splat you!" The leader said as she slowly approached the boulder. Marina started panicking and frantically looked around until she remembered something. She had a special can saved in case of an emergency. She rummaged through her bag again while the Octoling leader continued to walk.
"So? What's it going to be?" The Octoling yelled. She didn't get a response.
Suddenly,a light appeared behind the boulder. The leader groaned and sped up Her walking. She then aimed her Octoshot at Marina.
"Don't mo......ve...." The Octoling said as she dropped her weapon in shock. There was a giant Kraken standing in front of her right now.
The leader tried to run away,but the kraken grabbed her and slammed her into the ground. Her body exploded upon making contact with the ground.
The kraken then came out from behind the boulder and looked at the two other Octolings. The two had looks of horror on their faces.
"RUN!!!" One Octoling said. The two transformed into Octopusses and swam away in their ink. The kraken gave chase and quickly caught up to the two Octolings. The kraken then grabbed them and slammed them into the ground too. Like their leader,their body exploded upon impact.
The kraken was then engulfed in light. Once the light disappeared,it reverted back into Marina.
"Ahh......ARGH!!!" Marina crossed her legs and placed her hands between them. While she was in her kraken form,the pressure from her bladder completely disappeared. But now that she was back in her humanoid form,the pressure hit her like a truck.
Marina started waddling towards one of the nearby boulders. She dropped her bag and quickly yanked down her shorts. A few drops of pee escape before she could completely pull them down. She popped a a squat and immediately let out a strong stream of pee.
"Ahhh!.........Ahh......" Marina moaned as all the urine she's been holding finally escaped from her bladder. Her eyes slowly shut and her mouth hung open as all her pressure was replaced by relief.
Her stream splattered against the floor and created a puddle of teal pee that slowly got bigger and bigger. After what felt like a minute,her stream weakened. And then it completely stopped,save for a few drops.
Marina got up and pulled her shorts back up. She shivered because of the wet patch on her shorts. Thankfully,the color of her shorts and the material of it made it impossible for anyone to see it.
Marina let out a sigh. She felt more relaxed now. And because of that,she was caught of guard when she heard another scream. The exact same one fron earlier.
Marina grabbed her Octoshot and slowly approached the source of the noise. However,her eyes widened when she saw who Was making the noise.
It wasn't a machine or another kraken....it was a little inkling girl with white and pink tentacles and a crown on her head.
Nervously,Marina slowly approached the girl and tapped on her shoulder. |
Hannah Ortman walked into the courthouse to report for jury duty. As she passed the trash can she threw away the large cup from her morning coffee.
Hannah sat in the Jury Room mingling with the other jurors before court started, she could hear a few of them commenting about the judge. It seemed that Judge Rock had a reputation for being very stern. Hannah was told Judge Rock had very strict conduct standards for his courtroom. After hearing about the judge, Hannah was glad she had chosen to wear dress pants and a nice blouse instead of a more comfortable pair of jeans and sweater.
The jurors were escorted to the courtroom by the bailiff and were assigned seats in the jury box, Hannah was placed in seat number four. Court was called into session as the judge took a seat behind the bench.
The defendant was a young woman in her late twenties, she was accused of shoplifting from a local store. The defendant stood next to her lawyer, she kept looking at the floor in shame, with her shoulders slumped, as the accusation was read aloud by the court clerk. "Stand up straight! Have some respect for these proceedings" admonished the judge. "How do you plead?"
"My client pleads not guilty your honor" replied the defense attorney.
Hannah began to take notes as the prosecutor began his opening arguments. Hannah sat with rapt attention for the first hour of the trial. As the attorneys prattled on and on, she began to become slightly distracted by a twinge in her bladder. As the attorneys finished their opening arguments, Hannah looked at the clock to see that it was already 9:45 a.m. and no witnesses had begun to testify yet. Hannah hoped the judge would call a short recess so she could visit the ladies room, but to her dismay the judge told the prosecutor to call his first witness.
As the store owner give her testimony Hannah try to focus on the trial and take good notes. She found herself fidgeting and squirming as the owner went on and on about the incident. The store owner was on the witness stand for a full hour before her testimony was finished.
By the time the first witness had finished her testimony, Hannah's squirming was no longer subtle. As the second witness was called , she realized the pressure her bladder had escalated from mild discomfort to an urgent need for relief.
Hannah's attempt to maintain bladder control was now beginning to draw the attention of Juror number 3 on her left and Juror number 5 on her right. The woman on her left gave a knowing nod to Hana acknowledging her plight, the man on her right stifled a smirk as he watched her wiggle in her seat.
As the second witness was 20 minutes into his testimony, Hannah felt she could take it no longer. She found a clean page in her notebook and scribbled a plea for a restroom break and handed it to the bailiff. She watched as the bailiff read the note and then shook his head as he handed the paper back to her. Her heart sank and in the pit of her stomach she began feel uneasy with fear of embarrassment as the pressure in her bladder continued to rapidly increase.
At 11:15 a.m. the arresting officer began his testimony. Hannah was unable to focus on what the officer was saying. She realized that in addition to the squirming and squeezing her legs together she was beginning to tap her feet, and the noise was drawing attention to her struggle. Hannah noticed Juror number 5 kept staring at her thighs in her tight khaki pants. She blushed as she realized she was making a spectacle of herself. Hannah vowed to maintain composure as she waited impatiently for the judge to call a recess.
Hannah's mind wandered as she tried in vain to keep her squirms from being noticed. As Hannah wiggled in her seat she thought with regret of an instance a few months earlier when her eldest daughter had been sent home from high school after wetting her pants in class when the teacher would not excuse her during a test.
Hannah and her husband had been anything but sympathetic when 18 year old Caroline arrived home with her jeans soaked and her face streaked with tears. Hannah had told her daughter that she was "far too old for that kind of behavior." When Caroline sobbed about the humiliation she had suffered her mother replied that she deserved the embarrassment as part of the "natural consequences" for her lack of self control. To make matters worse for Caroline, Hannah and her husband decided the "natural consequence" of embarrassment was not enough, Caroline deserved an actual punishment as well. As Hannah sat on the hard wooden chair trying to maintain her dignity she began to regret that she and her husband had made Caroline suffer a punishment for an accident.
Reality sunk in for Hannah that she might find herself in the same predicament her daughter had recently endured. For the first time in her adult life Hannah understood how a grown woman could find herself in a situation where she might have an accident.
Hannah forced herself to listen to the testimony being given. She was only able to pay attention for a few moments before her full bladder demanded all of her attention. Hannah had to hold the notebook in one hand as the other hand went between her thighs to help prevent her bladder from leaking.
Hannah was jolted back to reality by Judge Rock's loud voice demanding "Sit still and maintain decorum in this courtroom!" She looked around courtroom to realize that all eyes were on her. She had been so focused on controlling her bladder that she had forgotten she was in a room full of people!
Hannah wanted to shrink and disappear into her chair but she realized that would just anger the judge more, she forced herself to sit up straight and remove her hand from between her thighs.
Hannah reminded herself that a young woman's rights we're at stake, she needed to pay attention to the testimony. As the officer's testimony continued Hannah tried to pay attention. Without realizing it, her mind drifted away from the testimony. Hannah could only think of the extreme discomfort she was in and the possibility that she might not make it to the toilet in time to preserve her dignity.
Hannah scribbled another note begging for a break so she could use the restroom. As Hannah headed it to the bailiff she could see in his eyes that he understood the dire predicament she was in. Hannah anxiously watched as the bailiff handed the note to Judge Rock. She watched the judge hastily write a reply. She had to fight back tears as the bailiff handed her the reply that read: I will determine when a recess is taken. It is your responsibility to maintain control of yourself while in court of law! You must maintain proper decorum in court or you risk being found in contempt.
She tried desperately to sit still and maintain her composure. Hannah knew she would be unable to focus on any of the testimony. Her only goal at this point was to not wet her pants! Hannah's hand went between her thighs again as she wiggled on the hard wooden chair. She hoped the judge would take pity on her and call a recess as soon as the officer finished his testimony.
Hannah's mind raced with angst as she worried she wouldn't make it. She wondered what her husband and daughter would say if she arrived home in wet pants. Would Caroline insist that her mother be punished as Caroline had been? Would her husband be angry? Would the seat of the car be ruined by having to sit on it with urine soaked pants? Would juror number 5 laugh out loud or would he just keep smirking?
Between the fear and the desperate pressure Hannah could take no more! She jumped from her seat and began to dart for the door. Judge Rock ordered the bailiff to stop her.
As the bailiff grabbed her arm Hannah felt the pressure give way and she realized the crotch of her pants was warm. As the warmth flowed down her thighs and across the bottom of her butt, Hannah felt the bailiff spin her around and pin her hands behind her back. Hannah was too overwhelmed to realize the judge was ordering the bailiff to arrest her for contempt of court. As her buttocks became soaked and her pant legs saturated, Hannah began to hear the sound of her urine dripping from her pant legs and onto the floor.
It was the cold metal of handcuffs hitting her wrist that caused Hannah to break down crying. Through the blur of her teary eyes she looked across the courtroom and could see mixed reaction on the faces around her. Juror number 3 had a look of sympathy on her face. Juror number 5 was stifling a laugh. The defendant had a shocked look on her face . The court reporter was smirking . Judge Rock was red with anger as he ordered that she be remanded into custody for contempt of court.
The next several minutes were a blur to Hannah. The judge declared a mistrial for the shoplifter and a bailiff removed the thief from the courtroom to take her back to jail. Hannah was lead to the defendant's table where she stood next to public defender as she was officially charged with contempt of court.
She stood handcuffed in her wet pants in front of the judge and those she had just been on jury duty with, she couldn't stop sobbing. Her pants quickly became cold and clammy as the soaked cotton clung to her shapely thighs and butt. The cold steel bit into her wrists, but the pain of the tight handcuffs was nothing compared to the shame of being a grown woman who had wet her pants in front of her peers.
As she stood in shame, Hannah could not listen to the lecture Judge Rock was giving her. It wasn't until she was being led away by the bailiff that she realized she had been sentenced to one month in jail.
Hannah Ortman had begun her day as Juror number 4 fulfilling her civic duty, she was ending it as Inmate number 53478 paying a debt to society. |
"Yeah bye guys" said Megan as she hugged her friends. It was probably the tenth time she had said goodbye and hugged everyone, but it was always the same whenever they were together. It didn't matter what they were doing, morning coffee or a night out, when it was time to leave they would say goodbye and then end up standing and chatting somewhere, ending up in a cycle of hugging and saying goodbye over and over until eventually they parted ways. That's exactly what had happened again. They had left the club almost 20 minutes ago and had ended up stood in the town square talking before they had to split up and go their separate ways.
They had been out to celebrate Laura's birthday. The evening had started with a meal at a lovely Italian restaurant then they had gone around the towns hotspots, drinking and dancing the night away. It was now almost 2:30 in the morning and Megan was ready for home. Her feet ached from all the dancing, she was getting tired and she was getting cold. She remembered the days in her early 20's when she could stay out all night, not being bothered by the cold or aches, and would end up getting home at 7 o'clock in the morning when the sun was coming up. Not anymore though. She was happy to come out and have fun but was no longer one for stopping out.
Eventually after yet another round of hugs they finally parted ways and her and Lucy headed off towards the train station to get a taxi whilst the others went off to walk home. Lucy was spending the night at Megan's, as was the norm on a Saturday night. They might be too mature to be stopping out all night but they were never too old for a sleepover.
They gradually made their way along the High Street towards the train station, chatting and gossiping about the evening. Suddenly Lucy stopped and said "it's no good, I'm going to have to take these off". She grabbed Megan's shoulder for support and lifted her leg up so she could get to the straps of her shoes. Megan knew the feeling, her feet were definitely aching but at least her shoes were more flat, Lucy had opted for heels.
"LUCY!!!" exclaimed Megan as she looked down and saw straight up her friends skirt. "at least find somewhere to sit down and take your shoes off, you are flashing your knickers to everyone".
Lucy just laughed and said "pffft like I care…. See they don't mind either" she added, smiling cheekily at a group of guys passing who were enjoying the view and whistling. Megan shook her head laughing, Lucy had always been the same. That was where she and her friend differed.
Lucy had never cared about how she dressed or what she showed off, she definitely wasn't shy. Megan wasn't shy either, she was just more careful with such things. Which is why for their night out she had chosen a cute white romper suit rather than a short skirt. She knew that her white lacy thong was semi visible through the material of her romper, she didn't mind that, in fact, she kind of liked catching guys looking and wondering whether they were checking out her curves or enjoying the sight of her little lace knickers. A teasing glimpse was one thing, she wasn't about to give everyone a full up-skirt view like Lucy was currently doing. It took Lucy a few minutes to undo all the straps of her heels and get them off. Once she had them in her hand she let out a sigh of happiness and they continued towards the train station, making their way through the throng of late night revellers.
Eventually they reached the train station and walked on past it and the dozens of white taxis parked outside. It would have been easy to just jump into one and head home but these taxis were owned and run by the council and from past experiences used a meter system and could end up being expensive. They much preferred to use the private hire taxi firm just next to the station. It might mean waiting a little while but they would rather wait and save money.
As expected, when they reached the little taxi office, there was a queue of people waiting outside which Megan and Lucy joined the back of. There weren’t too many people in front of them waiting so Megan knew it shouldn’t take too long. As they stood chatting cars started arriving back pretty regularly for their next pick up and the queue was moving along pretty quickly.
Lucy’s phone pinged with a message and as she got her phone out and was reading the message Megan looked around to see how many people had joined the queue behind them. There weren’t too many behind them. As she turned to look back to see how many were in front she saw a young couple standing across the square. The guy standing against the wall while the girl was looking around. It was obvious that the guy was peeing against the wall, it was quite a common sight to see on nights out and seeing him made Megan aware of her own bladder. Whilst standing in the queue she had felt the growing need to pee but seeing the guy had made her more aware of just how much her need was growing. She had been for a wee before they had left the club but that was now almost 40 minutes ago, no wonder she was feeling the need to pee. She knew her bladder would fill up quite quickly thanks to the many cheap cocktails they had gotten throughout the night. She glanced up the queue and saw that they were 4 from the front so it shouldn’t be too much longer.
It was another 10 minutes before they reached the front. Now Megan was very aware of her bladder. She was definitely feeling a constant need now and had they still been in the club she would have been heading for the ladies. Still, it wouldn’t take long to get home once their taxi arrived.
A few minutes later a car pulled up next to the queue and the guy standing in the office doorway asked where they were going. Megan gave him their destination and he shouted into the office the car number and the destination. As he did a woman standing a few places back in the queue walked forward and said that she was going to the same town and asked if they wanted to share. The guy asked where and when the woman gave her address Megan knew where it was and realised it was on the way so agreed that they could share.
Lucy and Megan got into the back seat and the woman got into the front and gave the driver her address for the first drop off. They set off and the woman in the front seat started making conversation, asking Megan and Lucy about their evening. Lucy told her where they had been and asked about her evening. As Lucy and the woman, who introduced herself as Sally, chatted, Megan looked out of the window, watching as they drove out of town. Given the early hour the roads were dead so it was plain sailing, apart from a few traffic light stops.
On the outskirts of town they came to what would have usually been a busy intersection during the day but at this time there was no other traffic to be seen. Yet they were sat a red light waiting for it to change. Sally moaned at the red light.
“Really? Come on already there are no other cars, why are you taking so long”.
As if the lights could hear her complaint they changed to green. She laughed and said “that's better ...ooooh, hopefully we don’t get any more stupid lights like that holding us up, I really need a wee”.
Megan knew how she felt. Her need had continued growing and now she was absolutely busting for a wee. She had been subtly squirming and fidgeting in her seat, trying not to make it too obvious how much she needed to go. She laughed to herself, here she was trying to hide the fact she needed to pee and this complete stranger had just openly announced it. She squirmed again as a wave of need hit her and she squeezed her thighs tightly together. Not much longer to go she told herself. Now they were out of town it should only take 5 minutes before they were at their little town.
5 minutes later and they were coming down the hill into their little town. 5 minutes that would have usually been nothing, seemed like so much longer when you are busting for a wee, Megan thought to herself as her need kept getting worse. It had been over an hour now since she had last been for a wee and boy did she know about it. She found herself thinking about that guy peeing on the wall, jealous that he got to empty his bladder and found relief. She was now bursting and finding it harder to hide the fact she was. She had to keep squirming and shifting, trying to find a position that would help her ease the ever growing pressure between her legs.
With her focus on her need to pee she completely forgot about Sally in the front seat and was confused when they turned off the main road. When she realised why she also realised that this little detour to drop her off first would add another five minutes to their journey. Five more minutes until she got home and could relieve her bladder. Her situation wasn't helped by Sally, who now was almost home, was commenting on how badly she needed to pee.
As they pulled up outside Sally’s house she opened her handbag and started fishing out change to pay her fare. Megan wanted to tell her to hurry up but was too embarrassed to say anything. Eventually she found enough money and paid the driver. She said goodnight and got out of the car. As she quickly walked up the path to her front door Megan felt a sense of jealousy that in a matter of minutes Sally would be able to pee. Part of her wanted to ask if she could use her bathroom but there was no way she could ask a complete stranger to use their bathroom.
As the car pulled off again she told herself it wasn’t far till home, just a few more minutes till she could take a much needed wee. It was all she could think about. Her entire focus was on her bursting bladder and her aching pussy, focusing on holding on and keeping her knickers dry. She was bordering on desperate. That stage where she would go from bursting and the feeling of almost wetting herself to being at the point of really having to hold back to avoid an accident. As they drove across town to her house all Megan could do was focus on holding on and making it home.
By the time they pulled into her street Megan was fully desperate. Each wave of desperation that hit her made her feel like she was about to start wetting herself and she had to really hold back and clenched her muscles tight. The car came to a stop outside her house and she quickly pulled money out of her purse and paid the driver.
As she stood up out of the car she had to give herself a quick squeeze to stop from having an accident. Once she felt she was back in control she quickly walked over to her front door followed by Lucy who was chattering away but she had no clue what she was saying, she could only concentrate on one thing. She fished her keys out of her bag and thrust them into the door. Relief was so close, just open the door, get inside, dash up the stairs to the bathroom and the toilet, not much longer, just hold on for a little longer, she muttered to herself.
She pushed the door open and went inside. The moment the door opened a few trickles escaped into her knickers. That sense that relief was so close was intensifying her desperate need to new levels and she couldn’t stop it. She moved inside and threw her purse on the table. All she had to do was take her shoes off. As she lifted her leg to undo the clasp on her shoe more trickles escaped, dampening her knickers. As she lifted her other leg to take off her other shoe she heard something that almost made her wet herself on the spot.
Lucy had followed in behind her and having her shoes in her hand just threw them down. She moved past Megan and headed for the stairs.
“I will sort out my half of the taxi and drinks with you in a minute Meg’s, before I do anything else I’ll have to go to the loo, I’m almost weeing myself”.
Before Megan could say anything Lucy had dashed upstairs.
Megan kicked off her other shoe and started dancing on the spot. Relief had been so close and then taken away. She started leaking and grabbed herself tightly to try and stop.
“Oh god oh god please please hurry up Lucy” she said aloud to herself as she hopped from foot to foot desperately trying to stop herself from leaking anymore. She moved through into the kitchen and stood leaning on the counter, one hand steadying herself, the other pushing against her aching pussy, trying in vain to hold on. She could feel her fingers getting wet as her bladder pushed hard, crying out for relief, causing her to leak uncontrollably. She crossed her legs tight, clenched her muscles, did anything she could to try and hold on just a little longer until Lucy had finished in the bathroom. Each second felt like an eternity, the leaks kept on coming. She was starting to have an accident and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She needed to wee, she couldn’t wait, she HAD to wee. No matter how much she told herself to hold on, that she could make it, her body protested and caused her to leak more.
She tried to move towards the stairs. At least if she went upstairs she would be closer to the bathroom when Lucy finished. With each step more pee leaked out into her knickers, she could feel the crotch of her romper was getting wet now too. Suddenly a long spurt shot out into her knickers and began to run down her leg. In that moment she knew had two options. She was never going to make it upstairs without having a full blown accident. She either had to find somewhere she could pee and fast or she would wet herself.
She quickly looked around. She wasn’t going to pee into the kitchen sink, that was gross. There had to be something, anything she could pee into. Then she realised what she could use. She dashed over to the cupboard and opened it. She quickly pulled out the mop bucket and pulled off the drainer attachment and placed it on the floor. Having found a solution her bladder was pushing harder and harder causing uncontrollable spurts.
She instinctively went to pull down her shorts then realised with horror she was wearing a romper. She cursed her past self for choosing this outfit and reached round to try and unzip the back. She danced and squirmed and squeezed her legs, desperately trying to reach the zip to get herself free. Eventually she grabbed the zip and started pulling it down. As she did the spurts got worse. She was about to wet herself. She hurriedly pulled the zipper down and tried pulling her arms out of the sleeves. She managed to get her top half free when she felt it. She knew she was about to lose all control, she tried stopping it but she could feel it coming.
Without thinking she sat down on the mop bucket to avoid a mess and let out a loud sigh as she started peeing full force through her knickers and her romper. It felt so good she lost herself in the feeling. The feeling of that intense pressure being released, her aching bladder being emptied, the wonderful feeling of blissful release.
She was so caught up in the feeling she hadn’t noticed Lucy come back downstairs.
“erm ...Megs?”
Megan looked up and found Lucy staring at her looking shocked. She came to her senses and realised she was sitting, half naked, peeing through her clothes into a mop bucket. She sheepishly looked at Lucy and told her that in the taxi she had been desperate to pee and when Lucy had beaten her to the bathroom she had to find an alternative.
“You should have said you muppet, I would have let you go first had I known”. Laughed Lucy.
“I would have said but I didn’t know you needed to go too, I just expected to come in and dash straight upstairs”. Replied Megan blushing.
She realised she had finished and stood up to inspect the damage. Her white romper was completely soaked around her crotch and bum and had gone see through. She peeled it off and felt her knickers which were also soaked through.
She dashed upstairs and took them off, throwing them and her romper in the bath to wash through. After she had run them through with water she left them to deal with in the morning. She went and put on her pyjamas and went back downstairs. Blushing deeply as she walked into the living room where Lucy was sat.
Lucy smiled when she saw her best friend all embarrassed and teased her about it before adding “Meg’s you think this phases me, I have seen you do much more embarrassing stuff when we were younger, and honestly, I have peed in much more strange and weird places when I have been desperate and someone has been in the bathroom. I could tell you a story or two that would make what you have just done seem quite tame.
“Yeah, knowing you like I do I can believe that” laughed Megan. “I will make us a drink and you can tell me one of those stories now to make me feel better”.
“Hehe, I guess I can do that,” replied Lucy with a cheeky on smile on her face. “The question is, which one do I tell you?” |
Hey folks, just wanted to quickly write something more conventional, to remind people I can in fact also write hot girls bursting to pee.
Enter Emma. Emma and I were friends in college. The kind of friend you go out and grab a drink with and spend the whole night wanting to fuck.
Oops, did I say that out loud?
Yeah, I had a thing for her. She had a bit of a hippy bend to her—walked around barefoot, talked about peace and happiness, occasionally went to weird all-weekend retreats and came back talking about transcendent love and everlasting joy and what have you. She told me I had a pretty aura. She'd go without a bra half the time, and never seemed to mind that people stared. I'm not sure she cared that people stared, honestly. We were friends, so I at least pretended not to stare. I wasn't good at it, and she didn't exactly make it easy.
Let me paint you a picture. Brown hair, usually long enough to cover her nipples, always either loose or in a braid. She didn't like ponytails, she thought they damaged your hair... I don't know, she believed a lot of stuff like that. She wore linen shirts, 100% organic and natural and biological, and somehow they never made her itch. Is that a weird thing to think about? Maybe, but it's not that much of a stretch when you imagine what it must be like wearing something like that without a bra, with the fabric essentially rubbing you... Yeah, I've got a dirty mind, guilty as charged. And I have no clue if things work that way, maybe she actually never noticed it. If you're reading this and tried, don't hesitate to let me know what it feels like. 😉
Back to Emma, though. I've gotten down as far as her navel, and now I've got to tell you this: Emma hated jeans. I'm not sure why, she'd have looked fabulous in them, but she only ever wore skirts. Short skirts, long skirts, all kinds of skirts, but always skirts. It made the sight of her ass when we went swimming all the more a treat, but honestly, the amount of leg I got to see more than made up for it. And speaking of legs...
Emma had feet. Yeah, I know, duh. But—okay, I might have a thing for feet—Emma's feet were fucking gorgeous. Cute, tiny toes, round heels, a little birthmark on her right ankle... I know, I know, you probably don't care quite as much as I do, but given I spent about as much time staring at her feet as at her boobs... Hey, I'm sure some of you will understand.
Best of all, she never wore anything but sandals. In the summer, she'd go completely barefoot more often than not, and in the winter she'd wear the most revealing sandals you could imagine. You could start at her toes and work your gaze upwards, over her calves and then thighs, having to skip a very interesting bit by her waist, catch a glimpse of her stomach, and maybe a bit of cleavage if her shirt collar was particularly wide.
Did I mention I had a thing for her? I totally had a thing for her, and I hope you understand why.
But you didn't come here just to hear about some girl I was crushing on, did you? No, I'm bringing her up because there was a particular time I think you might want to hear about. Three words. Boat. Beer. Bla...
Actually, I don't want to spoil it. Two words for now. 😉
It was a warm evening in June. We'd just had dinner at her parents' place; her dad was a fisherman on the lake, and her mum had baked his catch in the oven, served with potatoes and a side of radish salad... The taste—well, I'm sure you can imagine, and if I describe any more of it, I'll get too hungry to write the rest of this. The dinner was a blast, I ate to the point of barely being able to get up, and her mum was plying us both with wine. A rather sour draught from France; I prefer sweet stuff myself, but it wasn't at all bad. We must have had half a bottle each by the end of dinner, and usually that would be that and I'd go home, but her mum was clearly trying to get us together.
"Why don't you kids take the boat?" she asked in an emphatically innocent tone.
And, really, why not? Her husband tried to say something, but I think having the kids out of the house was just as much an incentive for him, too, and before long we were sitting in the boat, me at the oars, Emma across from me. No bra, no shoes, just a skirt and a shirt even looser than what she usually wore. She sat at the back of the boat, facing me, her feet lifted up to rest by my side. The diva. I'd have given her a pat on the ankle, at the very least, but my hands were busy on the oars. Later, I told myself. Later we'd stop somewhere and I could offer her a massage...
Relevant for you, by the way: her mum had slipped us yet another bottle of wine, and Emma was sipping from it as I rowed us away. That night was the one and only time I thought we'd really end up having sex: Emma was playing with the bottle opening with her tongue, eyeing me mischievously, and I for my part was more than ready. I think she could tell, because she moved her feet to my lap, just a little too far down my thighs for it to be improper. She was nervous, I think, because she was definitely going at that wine.
It took half an hour for us to get around a bend in the shore, out of sight of her parents. The bottle of wine was practically empty now. She let me play with her toes and start on a massage. For all of five minutes, life was bliss.
"Lan?" she asked me, a note of concern in her voice, "Lan, could we go back to my house please?"
There was something about her request that I didn't get. If I'd been as smart as I am now, I'd have said yes and we'd have gone back and had sex in her bedroom and life would have been bliss for a few hours longer. If I'd been just a little smarter, I'd at least have gotten us to shore—though her dad had told us we weren't allowed to do that.
I wasn't smarter. I tried to get her to stay out with me for a while longer.
Argh, sorry to cut this out just as the fun part is starting, but I've got to go for now. ^^; But I hope I've got people interested in seeing part two. 😉
Edited September 13, 2019 by Ranpalan
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Let me be front about this: this story is not meant to turn you on. There are characters who are desperate to pee. There might be some sexual stuff; I've not decided yet. There are some dragons, but only one of them is real. I want to say there is nothing truly scary, but that's not something you should put on a mirror, so I won't. If you want something hot, skip the story and make yourself a cup of coffee. Actually, make yourself a cup of coffee anyway. You'll need it.
This is the story of five blobs. I don't mind if you give them shapes, but they're not actually shaped like anything. Their names are A, B, C, D, and E. They are white, red, green, blue, and black, respectively. They are, emphatically, not power rangers, though I don't mind you imagining them as power rangers if that helps you. I understand that five blobs moving through a shapeless void is somewhat abstract, and that five power rangers moving through a shapeless void is...
Well, admittedly, it isn't that much better.
Luckily, I'm not setting this story in a shapeless void. I'm setting this story in Skyrim, and just to be up front about it, my knowledge of Skyrim is limited to two songs: a shouty one and a melancholic one. And I have no idea why there would be blobs in Skyrim. I do know what they'd be doing, though, because everyone in Skyrim only ever does two things: shout and slay dragons. I just want to write a story about adventurous blobs in Skyrim.
I'm not the right person to write this story, am I? Fine. I won't write it, then.
You will.
You're sitting in a coffee shop in downtown New York, pencil in hand, a notebook on your lap and a big cup of coffee on the table beside you. Don't drink it yet! Like I said, you'll need it. At the realisation that it'll be you, not me, writing the story, you drop the pencil, try to pick it up, drop the notebook in the process. It's very awkward, and you get thrown more than a few glances, but you do manage to catch one of them. Cute girl, sitting a few tables over, doodling something in a notebook. When you catch her gaze she immediately averts it, looks down at her notebook, flips a few pages, makes a point of looking at the girl at the counter and starts sketching her. If you'd kept looking at her you'd see that she looks back at you not a minute later, and flips back in her notebook to where she was before.
You don't keep looking at her. You're listening to me. You're trying to wrap your mind around the blob thing.
"Does it have to be blobs?" you ask, "Sentient blobs that... wait, do they? You know?"
The girl is still looking at you, though her face has taken a step away from shy admiration and towards concern. It's strange how even so long after wireless headsets have been invented, they're not the first thing we think about when we hear someone talk to themselves in public. It's very unfortunate.
To answer your question: yes, it has to be blobs. Five sentient blobs, called A, B, C, D, E. Shouting and slaying dragons. We've all got our dragons, and someone has got to slay them. To answer your other question: also yes, they do indeed have to pee. They've got a desperation-based magic system that ensures that the only way for them to slay a dragon is to reach a state in which they definitely won't get to a bathroom afterwards.
"Nobody will read this!" you object, but you know that's not true. I'll read it. More importantly, you'll write it. I know, you came here to read a story, not to write one, and so it makes sense that you're focused on the reading bit. I came here for the writing bit, though, and the advantage of that is I get to choose what we do. Omorashi is a fetish that encourages us to think of the consequences of our actions: we drink, so that we may need to pee; we pee, so that we won't have to later. This is a good aspect of omorashi. Sometimes, though, you need to live in the moment.
To give an example: if I shut up for a minute and let your thoughts run wild, what will those thoughts be?
"Oh man, that girl is cute... And the way she's sipping from her coffee, damn. I can just see her filling up slowly, but she's so absorbed in her drawing, what if she doesn't notice that her bladder is filling up? There's too much furniture here for me to see her legs, but she's not sitting completely still—maybe down there she's squirming around, trying to hold it until she's done with her sketch, putting it off again and again as she notices something she could improve. She needs her hands to hold her notebook and her pen, but I think if it gets any worse, she might put her notebook down on the table just to be able to give her legs a squeeze.
"What if I come up to her and start a conversation? She's looking my way once in a while, I don't think she'd mind. She's sitting there, doing the final touches, thinking about how in a minute she can finally go, and then I start talking to her and she's too shy to get up and go. If she so much as mentioned she wanted to go I'd tell her she definitely should, that I'd wait for her, but she looks so cute and shy, maybe she wouldn't think to. Especially not if I asked if I could sit next to her and she stuttered some form of agreement and then when I sat down she realised she'd have to ask me to get up to go..."
Okay, okay, enough of that. It's not that your fantasy is inaccurate: you could catch her at a bad moment and get a nice little treat watching her squirm around. She'd be mortified and shy and probably come up with a reason to leave, though, so let's not do that. Besides, cute girl or not, you have a story to write. Come on, at least a paragraph!
"A was in trouble. It was always the one that felt that it had to set an example, to drink the extra pint and to take the extra risk. They weren't even close to the dragon's layer yet, and if they didn't get there soon, A wouldn't be making it. At that point, it didn't matter if it peed its armour or in the nearest bushes. Letting loose meant the magic was gone. (Incidentally, this was a joke it liked to make when having sex on a full bladder.)"
That's not bad at all! That was something you wrote down, by the way, not something you said out loud. Just clarifying in case you weren't sure. You know, the hardest part is to get started. Once you've written a paragraph, the second one comes easily.
"B could tell their leader didn't have it easy. B was... special. It was the amount of pee in your bladder, not how much you felt it, that mattered for how powerful you were. B had a bladder that was one and a half times bigger than everyone else's. When the rest were approaching their limits, it still held on easily—though growing more powerful quickly as its kidneys went into overdrive and its bladder filled. For it, the danger was the opposite: fill too much, unleash too much power, and wipe out all of Skyrim with a careless spell. That was why despite being potentially the best holder, B was the one to most often wet itself during the battle itself. Not that it was counting or anything."
"C was, though. C felt bad about being part of all this. It had grown up in a repressive home, never allowed to admit its urges, and it developed unusual ways to cope. Fetishes. It didn't feel good about it, but every time they went to fight a dragon and the others wet themselves... C always pretended to its partner, D, that it had been the adrenaline that got it so riled up, but it was mostly the way D behaved when it had to pee."
See? You're getting into it, though I can feel your frustration. They're just blobs, you want to say, and it's only the girl who you're paying more and more attention to that keeps you from talking to me directly. I'm sure it's this, and not that coffee you had, that brings you to the bathroom. I'm sure you don't even really have to pee all that bad, it won't be a torrent or anyth—
"Shut up," you say, "I can't go with you here. But, seriously. Does it have to be blobs? I'm getting the hang of it, I can make them interesting and hot and people will actually want to read this!"
You're still focused on readers. I guess that's better than being focused on me being with you in there, since you were starting to squirm around a bit, unable to let go but also definitely in some trouble with the holding. That's quite the waterfall you've got going there, I have to say.
"Shut up," you say again.
So, I shut up. I don't tell you about how the girl got up and walked towards the bathroom as well, or about how she stopped and peeked at what you'd written. Nor do I describe in detail that would keep you in the bathroom for a few minutes longer her reaction: a blush, a few steps towards the loos, and then... a thoughtful glance back. She was standing right next to the door to the toilet, she couldn't be going anywhere else, and she was tapping her foot, biting her lip. And then she went back, looked at what you read again, and she went and ordered herself a big glass of ice tea.
Of course, since I'm not saying anything you don't know any of this. You notice the ice tea when you get back, but you don't notice that her ears are still a bright red. You don't notice that she's got her legs crossed under the table.
You don't notice the way she's looking at you.
And all that is because you're distracted by me! After all, I do still need to answer your question. And the answer is... yes. No. Look, I told you, in the very beginning. You can give them shapes if you want to. All of your readers will give them different shapes. They're not people. They're not real. I'm not real. You've been sitting in a cafe all evening, drinking coffee—who even drinks so much coffee past sunset?—and listening to me, and I'm just a voice in your head. Not your thoughts, you heard those earlier. Not your conscience, either, I'm too cruel to you to be that. I'm a story you tried to read and found yourself writing. And that's fine. We all have voices in our heads, and they all say different things.
"I get that, but, so... They can have, like... bodies?" you ask, "Like human bodies?"
If you're wondering why the girl is still paying you so much attention—and to be clear, you're not, because you've not picked up she's into you—it's because you're intriguing her. She wants to know who you're talking to and why you wrote what you wrote, and she can't tell if you're into people having to pee or if you're working on some weird commission. It's both, by the way, but you know that. She wants to know it very badly, because if you're not into girls who are having trouble keeping their composure because they've just finished their tea and that was a mistake, she would really, really like to go now. If you are into that... she's got thoughts swirling around of you taking her into the men's bathroom and screwing her in a stall. She's more than a little ashamed of those thoughts, but she's got them anyway.
Coming back to your point, though: yes, they can have human bodies. Give them names, for all you want.
As soon as I say that, you start writing furiously.
"Eve was the last in the procession. Her ornate dress would be impractical and cold under these circumstances, but Eve had a sphincter of steel, and that made all the difference. Not literally, of course, but while the others quickly filled and just as quickly emptied, she kept herself on edge for hours on end, making full use of the magic she could do in the meantime. She was floating in a thin ball of flame now, pleasantly warm while the others trudged through the snow on foot. If not for the countless times she'd saved the day, the rest would hate her: of all of them, she could hold it the longest after any fight, and sometimes she even made it to a proper outhouse. Considering her usefulness... No, they didn't hate her. But they'd all at least once fantasised about tying her up and making her wet herself. C—Clare fantasised about it every time she saw her."
"Derrick was the first to lose it. It was always like that with him. He and Clare would drink together beforehand, and he'd try to match her pace, and it never went well. He just didn't have quite her bladder, and he was too proud to admit it was too late. One moment he'd be holding it—in both senses of the word, his hand in his underwear the last thing between him and an accident—and the next he'd be pissing his britches. A—Aslan? Allie? Archer! Archer would scold him, but somehow, it seemed to only happen more recently. Derrick would never admit it, but it was because he suspected Clare might like it."
That's enough.
No, you've not done anything wrong. On the contrary. I'm sure you can write a bunch more about the blobs fighting the dragon and how they all wet themselves and how Clare jumps Derrick and Eve jumps Archer (yes, they're dating), and how Bob is happy to just have saved the day yet again. You can probably even go back and notice that what you've written doesn't quite add up, that you need to edit it into something coherent. You can do that tomorrow. The girl is getting impatient, and I'm afraid that if I keep you any longer you'll miss out on her.
Yes, her. Yes, I know you were just fantasising about her being desperate and you didn't mean it. I know you're not actually going to keep her from going to the bathroom! I know, I know, I know! I don't like the fantasy you had either, because you're now thinking of her as some treat providence sent you. Providence has nothing to do with it. She's been sketching you for the last three hours, and there's hearts next to half of those sketches.
"Uhm, hi," you say. Yeah, I agree, it's awkward. There was absolutely no good reason for you to get up at exactly this moment and ask her.
"Hi!" she responds, quickly closing her notebook and pressing it down into her lap. She'd been thinking about whether she wanted to sketch the bathroom scene she had in mind and she is now very happy she decided against it. She's less happy she ran with the crazy idea of holding it just because of some notes she saw on your page.
"Hi, I'm..." you mumble your name, "I'm sorry, I just noticed..."
Your fantasies about her bursting to pee have come true, but they're not going the way you pictured them. They're not going the way she pictured them, either. That's okay, though. You shouldn't feel bad that you don't know what to say, because the important part is that you do both want to talk.
"I'm sorry!" she answers, standing up suddenly, "I'm really super sorry but let me just quickly... Sorry! Be right back!"
You're left standing there, the mental image of her hand darting and giving her crotch a quick squeeze in your mind. She only takes two steps before she turns around, though.
"Sorry, please don't go, I really do want to talk," she says. The hand between her legs is a permanent feature now. She can't stand still.
You nod dumbly. What else can you do? It is the right thing to do, don't worry. Sometime tomorrow, or maybe even later tonight, she'll ask you whether you're into that kind of thing. You should get to know her first, and I'm honestly happy to see that when she gets back, you do.
I'm not going to hang around to the end. Honestly, I should go back and think about how this evening became what it became—I'd had some very different things in mind for you today. Like I said, I don't want to turn you on. She does, though, and now that she's got all your attention I think I should be rounding this off.
Before I go, though: she's a blob, too. Yes, she's a human girl, but that's all I ever said about her, and human girls come in many shapes and sizes. All the shape she has, she got from you. But like all blobs, she's a person, too. Please think of her as one. |
I've got a story stuck in my head. It's not really a sequel to this one, but it's got some ideas in common. Content warning: masturbation.
***
She was holding herself now. Shifting her bum there and back, knees moving in slight exaggeration, but the message communicated was all too clear: "I have to pee!"
Naturally, being on stage, she didn't have very much opportunity to. All she could do was keep dancing, try to fit the movements of desperation in with the movements of the dance, use the fact that the only viewer—me—didn't at all mind when her hand went to her crotch and gave it a squeeze. Would she make it? Would she wet herself hurrying off-stage, or would it be part of the dance itself, or would she even squat down and pull up her skirt (getting her panties out of the way isn't an easy task), right there on stage?
I, for my part, was sitting on a leather chair across from the stage, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a set of binoculars. At three metres distance, the binoculars were more to please my vanity than for any practical purpose, but I've found myself unable to come without the feeling of them around my neck lately. Habits die hard.
Speaking of which, allured by her movements, I was beginning to reach a climax. She lost a spurt, then another—and at moments like that, a bit of magnification does help!—and then I felt the joy of an orgasm overwhelm me. I'll spare you the details. She kept squirming and dancing around like nothing had happened, of course.
I flipped a switch and her limbs relaxed, her body lifted by strings into the ceiling. I'd have to pull her back down and take her panties off for drying—I've not automated that bit yet—but that could wait until I cleaned up the floor and maybe took a bath. I wasn't in any hurry.
No, I'm not a monster—she's a doll. Very well choreographed, fitted with a bladder that can be slowly filled, dressed exactly as I want her to be. What else is there to want?
It all started when my last girlfriend left me. I won't tire you with the details: it was good for a while, and then it was okay for a few years, and then the feelings exploded and I was left with a two-bedroom flat. I was 31, had a steady job, had... everything I could want, really. I missed her, sure. But to go out and date again? I could, but... why bother?
The only thing I really missed was seeing a girl have to pee. I've never been much into sex, nor into talking. That was another reason dating didn't seem wise: I could imagine the faces when I admitted to people what I was really looking for. No thanks. I just wanted to watch, and... if that's all I wanted, I didn't need a real girl, did I?
I bought a life-size doll, strung it up by five strings, set up a camera, and had a neural network jerk at the strings and try to imitate a video of desperation. I'd downloaded more than enough of those in the intervening days, there was plenty of training material to set up a simple adversarial system. One machine trying to fake desperation, the other trying to distinguish it from the real thing. It took two months of strange noises and grotesque scenes from my spare bedroom, but hell, why not? It's not like I had a better use for it.
I knew it had succeeded when I started stopping to watch. It wasn't good enough, five ropes just didn't give it the freedom and I soon added more, but that moment when I stopped and felt myself growing hard at the sight of what it was trying—that was the jackpot. Ever since then, I've been stopping by to watch every evening I could spare. Slowly, I built the chair into a control hub. Slowly, I added more functionality, added leaking, wetting, even a bit of stripping.
Let me give you a taste of what it was like. The curtains would open and there would be a girl, standing by a bar counter, sipping a drink. The glass was empty back then, but the imagery was more than clear. Sip, sip, a change of position, a casual stretch. I've found that getting acquainted with her natural body language before seeing the desperation made me appreciate the latter more. Another sip, the starting of a beat, the girl tapping her foot in sync, bobbing her head. She'd usually go to the dance floor at this point, sometimes with her drink in hand, sometimes setting it down. That's what I really loved about the systems: they'd surprise me. Even just a few parameters, chosen at random, gave a huge number of possibilities—I think I haven't seen a scene repeated even once.
Back to the girl, though. If I wanted to cheat, I could see how full the algorithms thought her bladder was, but I did my best to guess on my own. Some would start showing signs sooner, some would hide it until the last moment, but there'd always be this subtle little jiggling... I'd say a tension in the muscles, but they had no muscles, of course. A longing glance to the bathrooms, a hand reaching down to her crotch...
The crotch-grabbing was a marvel, by the way! I'm sorry, I can't help but explain, at least briefly. The ropes, it's hard to make them pull anywhere but up: I've got a few set up to pull downwards, but crotch-grabbing seemed to lead to tangling more than anything else. I'd almost despaired when I realised that I could use magnets! Get her hand fairly low and then turn on an electromagnet in her abdomen, and her fingers would fly to grab hold of it. It put some restrictions on the materials I could use, but the effect of seeing her hand dart between her legs was more than worth it.
Back again to the girl I was telling about, though... Let's call her Amy. I've got a few now with different names and personalities. Amy, shy college girl who goes wild once she's had a few, Beth, an older woman who I mostly use in office scenarios, Clara, who's kind of anything I want her to be... I've had fourteen of them in total, though three broke and another two just aren't all that interesting any more. Dancer, name says it all. Ellie, another shy one, but this one without the party side...
Sorry, I said I'd tell you about Amy. Amy was the first who could hold herself, and she got the most support for it, too. She can't leak, but her hands can be independently pulled to any part of her body, which turns out to give some very interesting dancing moves, too. She spent a lot of time on the dance floor, showing off her curves, but I could always see the desperation as it took hold of her. Legs not spread quite so wide, hands not raised too far from her crotch, and finally she'd start bending over somewhat, or crossing her legs.
Since she couldn't leak, I had to get her to make it to the bathroom. There was always a line, of course: all my girls, standing together in the background and squirming, while whoever was the star of the day stood in the foreground and waited for them all to go, one by one, getting more and more desperate. The algorithms learned that that was what I liked—I'd added more training signals in the meantime—and I think they were right.
Clara was the first one who could leak and wet successfully. I'd tried to get it to work in Fiona, but I miscalculated the pressures, and one day the tank just burst inside her. Thinking back on it, I was lucky that nothing caught fire and I wasn't hurt by shrapnel or anything, but at the time I just couldn't stop laughing. My poor Fiona, torn in two by desperation, and the algorithms still trying to get her to move, jiggling her detached legs... Heh. Heh... You don't understand... I guess you had to be there.
Anyway, I redid the calculations and got Clara fitted with a bladder. I immediately wished I'd gotten around to it earlier: the possibility for her to truly lose control, to not just squirm around but to know that once she's gotten desperate enough, she could truly wet herself... I don't know, the desperation has always been the main thing for me, but somehow this knowledge made it a hundred times better.
I could have scenes now when Clara and Amy would be at the bar together, both dancing (I had made sure I could have two of them starring at once), competing with each other who could drink more and getting more and more desperate. See Amy holding herself, Clara crossing her legs, and then—that moment when on Clara's light jeans you'd suddenly see a wet spot appear, and Amy's hands would dart to her mouth in a silent giggle, and then back down to her crotch as the laughter made it worse. I don't know how I managed to teach my algorithms such understanding of human nature that they could come up with these scenes. Maybe they were taken from videos I downloaded, or maybe I've just got a superintelligence in my apartment and I'm using it for... this. Either way, I'm not complaining.
Okay, I sometimes am. I've still not solved the sound issue. I can get footsteps, I can put on some music and ambient crowd noises, but I've not managed to make Clara gasp with desperation when she leaks, or Amy moan with pleasure when she play with herself. I've tried having the algorithms generate the sounds and the less said about that, the better.
Sometimes, I forget that my girls have different bodies than real humans, and that can be startling. I think it's why even though Clara has been around for so long, I never quite grew attached to her: sometimes, I'd be staring at her hips for a while, mesmerised, and then I'd look up to see the desperation in her eyes and remember with a start that I'd never gotten around to giving her a face. Usually, that's fine, but when you're expecting one... It's also why I like Ellie so much, she has such big, expressive eyes—she's based on an anime character, though I changed her name and made her look older.
This is the first time I'm telling anyone about this, so please be kind. I've been thinking of letting people pay to come watch, but I'm not sure there'll be much of an audience, and I'm honestly not so eager to have to clean up after that. Besides, well... they're my girls. I've seen them go through so much, seen them grow as people. Their story isn't real, but if people can get attached to a character in a series, why shouldn't I get attached to someone living in my house?
Just to end on a positive note, two things I'm working on implementing. First of all, I'd really like more physical interaction between characters. Amy and Ellie being sad and just cuddling on a couch together... and getting desperate and not wanting to admit it because they're both shy, before they get to the point where only one can make it to the toilet in time. Amy, pressed up to the bar counter by Clara, pulling the other girl close and kissing her. In general, I just feel like they all need a hug. I mean, I hug them, of course, but I can only do that while they're switched off...
Anyway, other thing, and then I'm done: I want them to be softer, and I want them to have breasts. Not breasts. Boobs. They've got the right shape right now, but there's no physics to them at all. No bounciness, no tenderness to the touch. And the rest of them, too. I've got a new model planned, Ophelia, who should be soft all over and just generally more human-like. If she works out, maybe I can even do something with motors instead of strings! The algorithms have had some ideas...
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Oops, the format of the story kind of changed in the middle. That wasn't intentional, but eh. |
Before reading any further, and for the avoidance of any doubt, there’s a possibility that the subject of the story COULD be underage, depending on the laws where you live. I say this, because here in the UK ballboys/ballgirls in professional tennis tend to be at the end of High School in terms of age (15-16) and serve for a couple of years typically, so the boy in question could theoretically be anywhere from age 15-18. In other countries this could be different, I’m no tennis expert,, in fact I only ever watch the Wimbledon final if I’m completely honest.
If you do not wish to read content where the main character could be underage, please do not read any further. There is no sexual content, regardless of age, and the story is written purely to be fictional representation of a factual event. I’ve changed the country/tournament to make sure it’s clear that this is fictional.
This was from the request thread for @diaperwetboy101, and I thought it would make a neat little one shot. 🙂
Theo had never been more excited, in fact he’d barely slept and as a result was sat at the kitchen table before 7am, completely unheard of when he usually struggled to get out of ben before lunchtime! Nobody else was awake yet, so he contended himself with drinking glass after glass of orange juice whilst nervously reading over a sheet of paper headed “Guidelines” repeatedly.
He’d only had the document for a couple of days, but already he’d read and re-read it so many times that it was crumpled, creased and completely dogeared. You see, Theo was a massive professional tennis fan, and he really hoped to make a career of it himself. As with anything though, entry into the sport was difficult, and tended to be based not so much on your talent and ability but more on who you knew, and how much money you had. Theo had an incredible talent, having won just about every competition throughout school, and he just knew that he had what it would take to become the very best if he was given the chance, but unfortunately his working class background did little to help him mix in the right circles. Both of his parents worked, but they had relatively entry level, menial jobs. Careers which they both enjoyed, and which put food on the table and kept a roof over the families heads, but which didn’t provide for expensive, private tennis club memberships nor the sort of social circle where the elite players would be seen.
Theo had therefore resigned himself to a career on the sidelines, watching from the stands and paying just for enjoyment when he got the chance. Then, completely unexpectedly, he’d received a letter in the post from the All England Tennis Club. With trembling hands he’d slit the envelope open, and his eyes had widened with delight as he’d read that the club had heard of his keen interest and his burgeoning talent, and would like to invite him to join them as a Ballboy for the forthcoming season, giving him not only access to come of the best tennis facilities and coaching staff in the world but also the opportunity to meet and hopefully get to know some of the big stars of the day, the sort of people who would be able to set him off on the right path to kick start his own career. He was in shock, things like this just didn’t happen to people like him!
And now, today was the day. As he sat turning over the list on guidelines they’d sent to him, guzzling orange juice to sate his thirst and to give him the energy he knew he’d need to get through the day ahead, Theo’s head was spinning - he just knew that if he could make a good impression today then his future would be secure.
“Morning sweetie.” Theo’s Mum called as she walked into the kitchen. “All set?”
Feeling sick with nerves and excitement, Theo could only nod, but his wide smile said it all. This was HIS BIG CHANCE and he wasn’t going to blow it, not for anything. Truth be told, being a Ballboy wasn’t all that difficult, so he knew he had nothing to be worried about, he just had to go through the motions and then his real opportunity would come in the locker-room afterwards when he’d get to meet some of the elite professionals and hopefully tap their knowledge and their contacts - who knows, maybe he could even get a practise game against one of them, just to show what he could do?
Having made them a quick breakfast, which Theo had only managed to pick at, his Mum glanced at the clock nervously, keen to get on the road in case there were any delays. She’d never forgive herself if he was late on his first day because of her!
“We should probably make a move soon, make sure we beat the traffic. Are you done or would you like something more to eat?”
Theo pushed the plate away, having eaten a little over half. “I’m finished Mum, thanks. Don’t think I can eat any more without making myself feel sick. I’ll have some more juice though, that’ll keep me going until after it’s over with. There’s a sportsman’s dinner this evening, so I’ll be able to fill up then.”
Whilst his Mum cleared the table, Theo gathered together his things and loaded them into the car. He’d just taken his seat when he realised that he should probably pay a visit to the bathroom before they set off, as he knew it was a couple of hours drive, but as he made to climb out of the car he saw his Mum locking the front door. Ah well, he thought to himself, I’ll just go when we get there. That’ll be a novelty anyway, using a toilet that so many famous stars have used before me! And, hopefully, I’ll soon be one of those famous stars myself!
They made relatively good time on the journey, until they hit the M25 motorway, and then it all ground to a halt. After sitting motionless for close to an hour, Theo was suddenly very grateful for his Mum’s foresight in setting off so early. It wouldn’t do to arrive late, who knows maybe they would’t even let him go on the court if he couldn’t get there on time? Not a chance he was prepared to take! Eventually the congestion cleared, and they found themselves speeding along towards Wimbledon, although finding a parking space then proved ridiculously tricky, eating yet further into there precious time and meaning that y the time they’d reached the ‘Players Entrance’ Theo barely had time to enjoy the moment of walking though it for the first time, although he did pause briefly whilst his Mum took a quick snap for posterity.
It was here that he had to ‘go it alone’, with his Mum making her way to the public turnstiles to find a seat in the stands from where she could watch her son’s big moment, and Theo himself making a frantic sprint down the corridors in search of the Ballboys dressing room, managing to launch himself through the door just as their supervisor began to give his his instructions.
“Ah, Theo, we thought you’d maybe had a change of heart? Anyway, no matter, grab a seat and get changed quickly whilst I run you all through the plan of action for the day. You’re up first as it happens, so you’ve got 5 minutes or so then it’ll be time to go out on court.”
Blushing a little at being made the centre of attention for all the wrong reasons, and hating being late, Theo meekly took his seat and began pulling on his shorts and t-shirt. Wy did they have to choose pink?! The supervisors words washed over him as he hurriedly changed, flustered by his late arrival and keen to make sure nothing else went wrong. As he tightened up the cord on his shorts, he felt a twinge in his badder, and was reminded of the skipped bathroom break that morning. Now it was a little more pressing, and after puling his trainers back on he stood, glancing around nervously in search of the toilets. Just as his eyes fell up upon the sign, however, he felt a hand grab his shoulder and spun around to see the supervisor standing there, duding hm to walk in the opposite directiontion.
“Come on then Theo, we’re ready a little behind schedule, so let’s get out on court and I can show you the ropes. Jack, Sammi, Katie, James, Ricky you lot too, the rest of you can find a seat in the front row of the stands if you like and enjoy the first match from there. We’ll only need you in an emergency, and somebody will signal to you if that’s the case.
“B…bu…but, sorry, C…can I just nip to the toilet first please? I Didn’t get a chance to go earlier, and then we got stuck in traffic….”
“Sorry lad, the players are waiting to start, and the TV cameras are already rolling. We’ll get fined massively by the sports channel if we keep them waiting and it disrupts their viewing schedule. Don’t worry though, you’ve seen who’s playing in this first match, it should be over in straight sets and then you’ll have plenty of chance to pop back inside.”
Theo felt his heart sink as he took this in, he was already getting agitated by the discomfort in his bladder, and he really wanted to make sure that he was on top form out there, demonstrating just how good he was, as well as being able to enjoy the game too. He knew he could easily wait to relieve himself until the match was over, but there was little chance of relaxing whilst he was trying to prevent himself jiggling around in front of the TV cameras. Ah well, at least he was here, and hopefully there would be plenty more matches in the future. Now he just had to make sure he performed the best he could, no silly mistakes and no lapses in concentration. It was quite a tall order, devoting enough of his attention to his bulging bladder and the game in hand, but he knew he was up to the job. At least, he hoped he was, or his ballboy career, and any hope of a professional tennis career, could well be over before they even got started.
The crowd roared as the ballboys and ballgirls made they way out on to the court, and Theo couldn’t help beaming, even giving a cheeky little wave and a bow which caused chuckles and giggles from the stands, but a disapproving look from his supervisor. They were supposed to be invisible, not playing up to the crowd, but Theo couldn’t help himself, was this what it felt like to talk out as a big star, only without the throbbing aching bladder of course?
As the match got underway, Theo knelt in place at the side of the court, grimacing as he felt his need to wee growing, but determined to see it through to the bitter end. He wasn’t going to be ‘that boy’ who caused the ‘emergency’ situation that the coach had mentioned back in the locker room, no chance! Shifting almost constantly in place, he chanced the occasional grasp of his crotch, but was all to aware of the thousands of spectators watching him from the stands, and the millions sat on their sofas at home watching on TV. He couldn’t be seen to be clutching at himself like a desperate toddler, his mates would never let his hear the end of it if they saw that, and his life would basically be over.
Eventually though the need got too great, and he knew that grasping at himself was far, far less embarrassing than the alternative. He’d already leaked a tiny spurt when he’d had to leap up to grab an errant ball, so he couldn’t risk taking any more chances, and by discreetly placing a hand over his crotch he was able to apply just enough pressure to ease things off slightly and help avoid the imminent risk of total, abject humiliation, Why was this match dragging on for so long? Hadn’t the supervisor said that it should have been over in straight sets? Now they were down to yet another tiebreaker, and he just knew that if one of them didn’t break the others serve soon then something in him would break, with devastating, mortifying consequences. No, no no, there’s no way he could let this happen.
And then, it was all over. The crowd were roaring, the players were shaking hands over the net, the point was won ad the match was finished. Theo had no idea who had won, and frankly at that moment he didn’t care. Here he was, stood at the side of the greatest, most famous tennis court in the world, having just taken part in what would go down in history as probably the most memorable game of tennis ever played, and far from using this opportunity to advance his own tennis career, what had he done? He’d only gone and wet his pants, completely, like a 5 year old! His shorts were soaked, and he stood wet and weeping in a puddle of his own making, whilst the other ballboys and ballgirls tittered and giggled. The players looked over with compassion and concern, but seemed all too eager to get away from him, walking off in the opposite direction as quickly as they could. And then, his humiliation was complete, the TV cameras panned across and his devastated figure appeared magnified on the giant screens and his shame was streamed to televisions across the country and the world.
Poor Theo, there went a promising tennis career. |
Decided to try something I haven't done much: Write a story about casual, unplanned desperation where having an accident is played off as not being such a big deal. Not because this takes place in some alt-universe where incontinence is drastically more common than IRL, but just because the characters roll with the punches and take a laidback attitude to the whole thing. When I feel like it, on a totally idiosyncratic schedule, I might update this thread with other one-offs, although this one turned out quite long and I can't promise that every time.
Casual Desperation 1: Lifesaver
Nina rolled out of bed and shivered as her bare feet hit the floor. The shiver seemed to travel simultaneously up from her toes and down from the top of her spine, both sensations merging at her abdomen. Specifically, her distended morning bladder. She needed to pee. Quickly, she jogged across the hall, through the living room and up the stairs to the bathroom, trying to keep her hands from straying to her crotch. Pulling down her pajama pants and her panties in one go, she seated herself on the toilet and let out a satisfying tinkle.
Today was going to be a busy day. Nina and her boyfriend were having their friend Jacob and his new girlfriend—Maya? Anna? What was her name again?—over for dinner. Which meant that she was going to be playing cook and hostess, because Michael was terrible at that sort of thing. He tried, bless him, but he was a bad cook and while he could talk sports and cars and motorcycles with the guys, his conversational charm if you didn’t happen to share those particular interests was an acquired taste. Washing her hands, Nina smiled at the thought of her boyfriend regaling Maya/Anna with tales of his latest project, restoring a gasoline-guzzling veteran motorcycle. She didn’t know much about this mysterious new girlfriend, whom she’d only met once very briefly, but from what Jacob had said, she was a treehugging, save-the-environment sort. Probably those two would have to be chaperoned so conversation didn’t take a bad turn. Just another thing Nina would have to look out for.
Nina threw her pajamas in with the laundry and stepped out of her panties. She blushed a little bit at the sight of a small damp spot on the crotch of the panties. Perhaps she’d sweated a lot during the night—they were having a bit of an Indian Summer—or perhaps she’d leaked a bit when her bare feet hit the floor, or when she’d hurriedly tugged down her panties to pee. No matter. She had more pressing things to worry about.
After a quick shower, she sat down in the kitchen with a bowl of porridge, today’s newspaper and a coffee for breakfast. Michael had finally roused himself, still sporting an epic bedhead. He leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. Truly, a gentleman. “Going to work on the bike in the garage for a couple of hours,” he said. This was his typical Saturday morning ritual. “Unless you need me for something…?”
“I’m going for a haircut and then shopping for dinner, which I’ll be making, if I know you,” she said, distracted by her newspaper.
“I did offer to cook,” he said, sidling behind her and putting his arms around her shoulders.
“I know, and I offered to be on standby ready to call the fire department,” she said, not unkindly.
He laughed. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”
“Go play with your bike, big boy,” she said, patting his hand on her shoulder.
“I will,” he said, chuckling all the way out of the kitchen.
Michael was about as useless in the kitchen as she was in the garage, but they complemented each other. Nina had never been of the opinion that like should seek out like. She was tall, just on the healthy side of skinny, and blonde. He looked like a lumberjack. Picture a lumberjack, short, stocky, bearded, wearing a red and black checkered flannel shirt, and you got it. But he was handy, kind and funny, and she was… Responsible? Down to earth? And not unkind to the eye. That’s what she’d overheard him saying to his friend after their first date, when he didn’t think she could hear him. Not she’s hot, or even she’s cute, but She’s so down to earth, and not unkind on the eyes. It was a silly thing, maybe, but that’s when she decided she was going to take their dating more seriously than her recent dates. Some women might not consider that statement flattering (or even fully grammatical), but she found it refreshingly honest and non-creepy. And five years later they were still together.
Nina put away her newspaper, drained her coffee, and picked up a bottle of water for the road. She drained half of it before she set off. Right. The mall. A haircut—which she had to hurry to make, she realized—and then maybe shopping for some new jeans, then for ingredients for dinner. She’d found one of her pairs of jeans unfashionably full of holes at the back of the closet and realized perhaps part of her wardrobe could stand a makeover.
She was parched, for some reason, and couldn’t be bothered to carry the water bottle with her, so she drained it and threw it in the side compartment. Then she ran out of the parking lot, through a warm late-summer drizzle to the mall. The hair salon’s opening hours were greatly reduced on Saturdays, and when she’d booked the appointment, the matronly voice on the other end of the phone call had delivered a sermon on arriving on time or she’d have to come back on Monday. By the time she arrived at the salon, she was breathing heavy. She walked in five minutes late, but the middle-aged woman who ran the shop wasn’t in today. Thankfully. Instead, she was shown to a chair by a bright-eyed, overly cheerful young woman.
“Good thing you came in just now, I was thinking of closing up early,” the hairdresser said, favoring Nina with a smile so sweet and incongruous that Nina immediately began speculating about what kinds of dark, dark secrets this girl must harbor. There was just something off-putting about people who smile all the time when there’s nothing to smile about, wasn’t there? Could anyone truly be that joyful all the time? Nina wasn’t exactly depressed, she was quite happy with her life, but she wasn’t bouncing like a bunny in springtime every day at work. As she sat down, she felt a tug from her bladder. There was definitely some pee in there, but it wasn’t too bad. She didn’t want to ask for a restroom break and keep the girl longer than necessary when she was already late to her appointment. Oh, well. She could wait.
The hairdresser chattered endlessly, a string of inanities about celebrities and how pretty Nina’s hair was, which would have been flattering if all the hairdressers she knew didn’t say all the same things to all their customers. She had blond hair cascading down to her chest, with just enough waviness to it that she could never decide if she should wear it straight or go full curly. She closed her eyes and let herself relax as the girl fussed over the hair, combing and trimming. One time, the girl tugged a little too hard on a strand of hair, which surprised her so much that for a moment, she felt her bladder give a push. No, not today, Nina thought, casually crossing one leg over the other. Wouldn’t it look silly if I peed myself in the hair salon like a little girl? The thought amused her so much that she had to giggle. The girl assumed she was laughing at some little joke she must have made which Nina had missed entirely, and launched into a series of anecdotes about embarrassing situations the hottest celebrities had been getting into lately.
Finally, her hair was done. She got up and stumbled a bit as she put her weight on her left leg. Damn thing was about to fall asleep. Nina rubbed at her thigh, her hand casually straying close to her crotch—the need to pee was now urgent enough not to be ignored, but far from desperate—and then made her way to the counter. She looked around to see if there were any customer restrooms, but couldn’t see any, so she paid and took her leave.
Now, she might have made her way to the restrooms, but as far as she knew they were on the other side of the mall. Now that she was walking around, the urge wasn’t so bad. Instead, she headed over to a clothing store. On a whim, she entered one of the more expensive fashion brand stores, the kind where there are no price tags and if that’s a problem, you’re not welcome. She amused herself browsing clothes she had no intention of buying, including a set of sexy lingerie that she knew would drive Michael mad in the bedroom. Perhaps for his birthday. She probably couldn’t afford it, but a girl can dream, right? The urge to empty her bladder was still there in the back of her mind, but she quickly forgot about it. Nina spent half an hour browsing haute couture, until she noticed that the shop attendant was giving her looks and sort of fidgeting with her hands, opening and closing her mouth as if she was debating whether to say something. She got the message: buy something or get out.
On the way to a shop more in her price range, she picked up a coffee to go. She absent-mindedly sipped at it while doing a little recon, walking in a circle around the mall to see if any interesting new shops had popped up. It’d been a while since she was here last, and the turnover of shops in this mall was quite high. Seems like every month one shop goes bankrupt and another one pops up. Must be high rent. Make it big or go home, that sort of place. Nina had a tendency to let her mind wander if she wasn’t engaged in anything in particular, which was why she preferred to stay busy. By the time she’d circled back to her favorite store, she’d drained the coffee and the need to pee was back, a bit more urgent now. She paused, casually crossed one leg in front of the other, and exhaled. Then she put the urge away in the back of her mind—it was getting worse, but it was no crisis yet—and entered.
“Nina!” A large woman in a very colorful dress waved her over. Oh, Danielle said she was taking weekend shifts here. She’d forgotten. Nina walked over to her friend by the counter, very careful not to jostle her full bladder. As she reached the counter, a little spasm hit her, and she had to do an awkward little curtsy to avoid leaking.
“You okay? You’re looking a little fidgety over there,” Danielle said.
Cursing herself inwardly for being so obvious about it, Nina straightened up. “Yeah, just got some things on my mind. We’re having Jacob and his new girlfriend over for dinner tonight, and I’ve barely met her. Apparently she’s kind of a treehugging hippie or something, and Michael’s whole life is about gas-guzzling cars and motorbikes.”
“Oh my! Tell me more,” Danielle said. She was a good friend, and an even better gossip. But unlike the hair salon girl, Danielle had gossip about people Nina actually knew. It was gossip she could appreciate, in moderate doses. Nina made sure not to fidget anymore, although it did tax her abs to hold it in with muscle power alone. They talked for a quarter of an hour until Danielle had to go help out a customer. By the end of it, Nina knew everything about at least a couple of rumored affairs in her extended friend circle, and about poor Roger—actually an ex she was on good terms with still—who might lose his job because he’d lost his driver’s license speeding. Not a great look for a cabbie. As fun as it was to listen to her personal TMZ, when a customer showed up, Nina was grateful. It was getting harder and harder to pretend that she didn’t really need to pee. Like, very soon. She walked over to a tall clothes stand and crouched down pretending to tie her shoelaces, but actually squeezing her crotch. After sitting on her heel for a minute, she felt composed enough to get up again. Thankfully nobody had seen anything.
This is getting silly, now isn’t it, Nina, she thought. Just ask Danielle to use the restroom. Even if they only have one for staff, she won’t give a crap, her manager’s not here and will never know. But then she thought that might look a bit silly, and then she looked at her watch and noticed she’d wasted so much time she better hurry to get what she came here for done if she was going to have dinner ready in time. I’ll just visit the restrooms on the way out of the mall, she decided. Nina had a tendency to put it off, and this was a familiar situation. It usually worked out just fine. Standing, now, it wasn’t even that bad. Okay, it was actually kind of bad, but not, like, about to flood the linoleum bad.
Nina hurriedly grabbed a couple of light blue jeans in different sizes and headed to the fitting rooms. Just buy the damn jeans, then groceries, then toilets. That order. Quick and orderly. Organized. She dipped into a vacant fitting room, shut the curtain, then set about unbuttoning her current jeans. They dug into her bladder as she began to pull them off, and she had to let go, pants hanging off her upper thighs, hopping between one leg and another and squeezing her crotch. Oh, my! Well, she was in too deep now. Surely she wouldn’t wet herself in the next five minutes.
Nina got her pants off, then grabbed a random pair of new jeans and stepped into them, then began shimmying them up. When she tried to button the jeans, she realized two things: One, these jeans were two sizes too small and even her slender frame could never pull that off. Must be made for anorexic girls. Two, the half-buttoned jeans were now digging savagely into her bladder, which was starting to bulge out over the waistband. And it hurt. Fuck, that’s painful. She felt her bladder give a push and sank down on one knee, furiously digging her hand into her crotch, even sticking one hand down her panties, or as far as she could with such tight jeans halfway buttoned up. She sat like that for a minute, two minutes, praying that she wouldn’t start peeing. These weren’t her pants, and she certainly wasn’t intending on buying them. They were hardly even jeans, they were more akin to a torture implement. Several waves of pressure crashed against her urethra, and she clenched with all her might. Finally, one of the buttons she’d managed to pull closed popped loose and rolled down onto the floor.
Now she’d ruined a pair of pants, but on the bright side, the additional pressure was gone, and her bladder seemed to take a chill pill and leave her alone long enough to rise. Well, damn. She blushed, not so much over her childish pee-dancing as over the thought that she’d ruined a pair of jeans she hadn’t intended on buying. The pee-dancing was, well, not quite a regular occurrence, but not unheard of, and no one had seen her. Nina pulled the pants off and debated whether to abort mission and run for the toilets. But the relief from the torture-device of a pair of jeans had lessened the pressure so much that she put it off. Instead, she picked the largest pair of jeans she’d brought and tried them on. They fit snugly. She turned around and craned her neck to admire her backside in the mirror. It looked really good in these jeans, if she did say so herself. Nina fished out her phone from her purse and sent a quick snap to her boyfriend, showing off a little. Then another bladder spasm nearly dampened her panties. Time to get out of here. She quickly undressed, re-dressed, and picked up all three pairs of jeans. The button that had come loose stared up at her from the floor, silently yelling J’accuse! With an audible moan, she bent down and picked up the button. Her old jeans dug into her bladder, but the pain was now almost familiar and her panties escaped unscathed. For now.
This was officially an emergency.
Well, she reasoned, I came all this way, I might as well buy these jeans and then I’ll be free to run off to the potty. Nina walked with very careful steps over to Danielle by the counter.
“Find something you like?” Danielle asked.
“Yeah, these,” Nina said, biting her lip and producing the jeans she’d looked so good in.
“Good choice! These will make Michael go wild, I just know it,” Danielle said with a wink. She was one of those women who could pull off the cartoonishly obvious wink, and took frequent advantage.
Nina blushed as she laid down the pair that had given her such grief. “I, eh, this is a bit embarrassing, but these were super tight and I kind of… A button came loose,” she stammered.
“Oh!” Danielle chuckled. “Hey, it happens. Between you and me, it should be illegal to stock such tight pants without a huge red warning sign next to them.” She gestured to her own body, which could stand to lose a few kilos. “It’s a nightmare, especially for someone like me. Anyway, I won’t charge you for ‘em, but you’ll owe me some juicy gossip about that new girlfriend of Jacob’s next time we catch up.”
“Deal,” Nina said. Grateful more for the thought of ending the conversation and rushing to the bathroom than for the favor. She paid and took her leave.
Then she noticed the time. She’d spent so much time gossiping and averting disaster in the fitting room that now her schedule was really tight. She needed to buy groceries and rush home if dinner wasn’t going to be delayed embarrassingly long. Better that the guests wait for food than that the food waits too long for the guests, her mother used to say, but she wanted to make a good first impression on Anna/Maya/Hannah/Whatshername. Sighing, Nina made the decision to put off the toilet for a little while longer. After all, she’d made it this far without even a little leak, which was—well, it wasn’t super common, exactly, but she was a busy person, and sometimes she got caught up in things, and then she was a little late, and sometimes she leaked a bit in her panties, and what business of anyone’s was that—the point was that she wasn’t at the point of no return. And come to think of it, I was really only on the edge there when I put on those ridiculous jeans. Bah! Satisfied that nothing bad could possibly come of this decision, she bypassed the restrooms and made her way to the supermarket.
Well, it wasn’t pretty, but she made it to the till dry. She only had to stop and cross her legs twice, maybe three times, max. And she only ducked behind a fruit stand to crouch down and sit on her heel while pretending to tie her shoelaces once. Blushing a little, bouncing like a schoolgirl, she waited in line. Once the elderly gentleman who insisted on counting out the change twice before he was satisfied was done, she paid. The cashier girl gave her a questioning look, but Nina ignored it.
As she passed by the restrooms on the way out, her eyes lingered on the sign on the door. It was a pink, female silhouette, with legs crossed and arms in her crotch. It was enough to send a sympathy jolt to her own bladder, and she couldn’t very well grab herself with shopping bags in both hands. Another wave crashed into her overworked bladder muscles, and she felt herself give up for a second. A small, hot spurt shot out, warming her panties and cheeks alike, but she got it under control. Not like I haven’t been here before and made it in time, she thought. Nina adopted a confident walk with long strides, almost daring her bladder to betray her again, but it held. She threw the groceries into the back seat and stumbled into the driver’s seat, almost drunk with desperation.
She dared a glance down at her crotch. Her panties were damp, but the jeans, a light gray that would surely show an accident, appeared dry. She tentatively stuck a finger under the waistband and touched it to the front of her panties. Yup, clearly wet. Well, it should be a short drive home, right?
Pain. The overwhelming sensation she felt for those fifteen minutes of driving was pain. A hot pain around her bladder and abdomen, a sequence of waves crashing against a willpower that was eroding like a seaside cliff over geological time. Somehow, she didn’t run the red light she really wanted to run. Truthfully, it was only the thought of Roger, her former lover turned friend who’d lost his license and possibly his job being cavalier with driving rules, that stayed her hand. And a good thing, too, as she noticed a police car in her rear-view mirror. If she’d been stopped, her nervous demeanor would probably cause them to test her for a DUI, and while she’d pass with flying colors, the same couldn’t be said for her jeans. She shuddered at the thought of wetting herself in front of a cop.
When you have to pee so bad it’s starting to come out, it seems like thinking about anything else becomes impossible. It’s like telling someone to not think of a pink elephant. What’s the first thing that’s gonna pop into your mind? Pink elephant. Wet jeans. Full bladder. Nina had had her share of mishaps, almost always as a consequence of her own bad choices. Usually, she made it in time, sometimes with damp underwear. But once or twice—okay, maybe more like four times in her adult life—she didn’t. The last time had been coming home from the movies with her friends. She’d thought she could make it home. And she did, mostly dry, but unlocking her door had unlocked her bladder. She’d stood there and spread her legs and peed down them, urine pouring down from under her skirt for a minute, as her friends stood by, either shocked or giggling. And then she’d laughed with them, and shrugged, and gone inside and changed, and it hadn’t been that big of a deal. It was just something that happened sometimes. A bit embarrassing in the moment, but easily forgotten. Nina really didn’t want to have an accident in front of strangers—that would be mortifying—but she’d survived accidents in front of her friends before.
This time, she made it home, scooped up her shopping bags, and ran as fast as she could inside, not even bothering to lock the car. Another wave hit her as she crossed the threshold, and she had to put down the bags and squeeze herself, but she didn’t leak. Nina gingerly bent down and picked up the groceries and the bag with her jeans. She only had to put the groceries in the kitchen, then: relief. Glorious relief.
Michael was in the kitchen, washing his hands. The sound of the water hitting the sink caused another spasm, and she felt a little trickle leak out despite her clenching. Crossing her legs, not daring to look down to see if it was visible on her pants, she called out to her boyfriend: “What are you doing here?”
“Um, washing my hands, obviously,” Michael said, shooting her a puzzled look. “Oh, Jacob called and said if it was fine by us they’ll be coming over half an hour earlier. Apparently they had to pick something up at Hannah’s work at a specific time, and it’s on the way to us, and it’d be kind of dumb to go all the way back home just to turn in the hallway and go back here. I said it was fine by me.”
“Uh, yeah,” Nina said. Her legs were trembling, and she was trying to fix Michael with a gaze to avoid him noticing. Fuck fuck fuck. That means they’ll be here any minute, and I haven’t even gotten started on the food…
“You okay, babe?” Michael asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m good. Just go change or whatever, I’ll get started on the cooking.”
“O...kay,” he said, clearly confused by her nervous demeanor, but too polite to say anything.
Once he was out of the kitchen, she put down the groceries and dared a glance between her legs. There was a very small wet spot, about the size of a single droplet if she’d been careless at the sink. Nothing too obvious. Now she had a problem. She needed everything ready an hour ago, preferably, but she also needed her butt on the toilet, now. She had to make a choice. Standing up straight, she was in pain, but it was a pain made duller by familiarity. It seemed like her little leak had taken the edge off. It was still very, very urgent, possibly even at that stage where the next spasm would turn her lower half into a faucet, but it didn’t feel impossible to wait another ten minutes. New plan: Just get the stew cooking, then call Michael over to watch it for five minutes while I pop to the toilet. Quick change of underwear and a little perfume, maybe. Six minutes, tops. Not even Michael could accidentally burn down the kitchen in that time span.
Nina set to work. Every time she had to bend down, she had to do it in stages: Crouch down to one knee, squeeze herself between the legs, steel herself, clench until the waves of pressure died down, then fetch whatever it was she’d so stupidly put in the lower cupboards. Once or twice she felt herself leak a little bit, but she was so close. She got the meat on the skillet with some butter, then got started chopping vegetables. Once the meat was properly browned, she pulled it off the hot plate, just in time for Michael to yell at her that they were here.
Nina crossed her legs and steeled herself. She locked down and noted that the wet spot was now the size of a thumb, but it probably wasn’t too noticeable. Surely they came here to shake her hand, not stare at her crotch. She quickly ran her fingers under some water, which caused another jolt, another tiny leak. Can’t shake hands covered in pee, now can I? That would be silly. And rude. Satisfied that she was presentable, if walking oddly, she made her way to the living room.
Hannah—that was her name—did not look like a treehugging hippie. Nina didn’t know what she’d expected, but this bubbly brunette in a black evening dress—which put Nina’s damp, worn-out jeans to shame—was not it. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries for a couple of minutes, Nina rocking back and forth on her heel and trying very hard not to pee herself in polite company.
“You okay there, Nina?” Jacob asked.
“Y-yeah, got something on the plate,” she lied. “Be right back!”
Nina rushed into the kitchen. Five minutes, she estimated. Five more minutes of prep, then she could let the stew cook and have Michael watch it while she ran off. She managed to finish up what she’d been doing without leaking anymore, although the pain was now so bad she was hunched over the kitchen bench, subconsciously grinding into the knob of one of the drawers. She was in deep, but finally, it was all done.
Oh, crap. Just as she turned around to call Michael over to watch the stew, she remembered something Hannah had mentioned. She wasn’t a vegetarian, exactly, definitely not vegan, but she did try to minimize how much meat she ate out of concern for the environment. I better whip up a salad for a side dish, then, Nina thought. Fuck me and my empathy. She leaned down to grab a salad bowl from one of the lower drawers, and that nearly did her in.
A wave rose in her abdomen, a tsunami in the making. It broke against her tortured sphincter, and she sank down on both knees, clenching her crotch, but the wave was too powerful. She felt herself slip, let out a little leak, and then that turned into a trickle, warming her lower half. It went on forever, it seemed, although the wall clock would probably have said three seconds. She felt her hand get wet; she bit her lip and clenched and pulled at the fabric between her legs; it subsided. Almost scared to look, she rose, the salad bowl forgotten. She was still in pain, she still felt little waves threaten to overpower her, and the wet spot between her legs was now the size of a peach. Nina had to go now.
She powerwalked out of the kitchen, through the living room, ignoring the bemused looks of her guests. “Michaelpleasewatchthestewforaminute,” she fired off as she hobbled up the stairs towards the bathroom. The sight of the bathroom door nearly unmade her again. The pain was so intense, she felt herself pushing involuntarily, and then she was peeing full force into her pants. Crossing her legs, she managed to shut off the flow. Nina hobbled into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door properly. In five seconds, she had her pants down and she was already peeing through her panties. It splattered onto the tiles, but she had the presence of mind to lower her panties and kick the pile of clothes into a corner. Finally, she was on the toilet, gushing. Nina closed her eyes, leaned back, tried and failed to suppress a moan of pleasure. The pain had been so intense, but also lasted for so long that she’d almost gotten used to it. Having it suddenly disappear left her almost as euphoric as a good orgasm.
It lasted for well over a minute, maybe two—who’s counting? Eventually, the faucet ran dry with a little pitter-patter of a trickle. Nina opened her eyes, wiped, flushed, then rose, nude from the waist down, to face reality. She picked up the panties. Soaked, of course. It was the jeans that worried her. She picked them up and examined the crotch. On the front, there was a half-moon larger than a peach, a bit smaller than a dinner plate, with a few droplets down the thighs. The back looked about as bad, a big wet patch between the legs, not so wide as in the front, but practically dripping, all the way up the waistband. There were also small trickles down the back of her legs. She’d probably only emptied one-third of her bladder into these pants, but no one who didn’t know the epic struggle and the awesome release would guess she hadn’t had a full-blown accident. What qualifies as an accident, anyway? She mused. Well, time to face the music.
Unfortunately, the architects of her house had not considered the very specific needs of a twenty-eight year old woman who’s just peed her pants upstairs and needs to get past her guests to retrieve clean, dry clothes. She’d need to pass through the living room to get to her bedroom, as the upstairs only had the bathroom and a bedroom too small to comfortably house a double bed, so they’d made it into a home office. Nina pulled on her wet clothes and took a few deep breaths. Walked back and splashed some water in her face to hopefully cool the rosiness in her cheeks. Truth be told, she didn’t know if she was blushing because she was embarrassed or just from the intensity of the experience. If it had been just Jacob downstairs, a friend of many years, she would have proudly showed off her accident and laughed and he would only have teased her lightly and never mentioned it again. His new girlfriend, however, was almost a stranger. Oh, well. You’ve made your bed, might as well sleep in it, she thought, and walked downstairs. She cringed as she noted a few droplets she’d left on the way.
Courage left her two steps into the living room, and she ran past her guests while mumbling something that vaguely sounded like “gotta check up on the food”. She ducked into the kitchen for appearances’ sake. Michael turned around with a grin on his face, gesturing at the stew which he had obviously managed not to ruin. His grin disappeared as he took in the state of his girlfriend.
“Oh my god, you’re soaked,” he whispered. “What happened?”
She shrugged. “Series of bad decisions and a bit of bad luck, I suppose.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, if Hannah hadn’t been here I wouldn’t sweat it, but I’m sure she saw me like this and that’s a first impression I’d have loved to have avoided.” Nina shrugged again, trying to calm the beating in her chest. It wasn’t so bad, really, but she had to admit it was a bit embarrassing.
“She might have, I mean,” Michael gestured at her wet front, “it’s kind of obvious. But don’t worry, she’s really nice, she won’t make a big deal out of it if you don’t.”
“Yeah,” Nina said. “Might as well finish up here before I go change.”
“What?” Michael said. “You’re gonna cook in pants you’ve pissed in?” He said it a bit louder than necessary.
“Just chop a few vegetables and see to it you don’t burn the stew. When you cook, do you cook with your crotch? No wonder it tastes like dick,” Nina said, sticking her tongue out at him.
“Ha. Ha,” he said. “But seriously, just tell me what to do and I’ll do it, then you can go get comfortable.”
Nina rattled off her instructions the way you might to a five-year-old child. Michael took it in good humor. Then she took a few deep breaths and walked out of the kitchen—she’d have to pass through the living room again to make it to the bedroom. She couldn’t hide, so she just walked out and stood there, letting them take in the disaster downstairs.
“Oh my god, you really did it,” Jacob said. “I thought I saw it but this one,” and he nudged Hannah, “said I was seeing things.”
“Oh, my, I’m so sorry,” Hannah said, and then she broke into a giggle. “I’m sorry, it’s not funny, I don’t mean to make fun of you but I just can’t deal and when I don’t know what to say I laugh,” she managed to get out between giggles. Nina could see the humor in it. It was certainly silly, her, a grown woman, peeing her pants because she kept making excuses to put off going to the bathroom. She began to laugh as well, better to laugh than to cry, and Jacob joined in. Soon they were all laughing, but Hannah seemed unable to stop. She was shaking with laughter, tears rolling down her face, trying to apologize between waves of giggling. Then suddenly, she held a hand to her mouth and blushed. Nina noted that she glanced quickly down into her lap, and her cheeks were rosy red. That seemed to be the end of her fit, though.
“You okay?” Jacob asked.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Hannah managed. “Just glad I was able to stop, I’m so sorry, it was funny but not that funny.”
“Don’t sweat it,” Nina said. She made her apologies and made her way to the bedroom to change.
Dinner was lovely, and no one brought up Nina’s accident again. Hannah complimented the salad, had half a plate of the stew, and several times, she told Nina she shouldn’t have made something extra just for her. She was about as lovely and ordinary as you could have hoped, and she didn’t flinch at all when Jacob and Michael started discussing Michael’s motorcycle restoration project. Perhaps Jacob had been playing it up when he described her passion for the environment: she might care, but she was no fanatic.
After dinner, the two men excused themselves to go check out the bike in the garage. Hannah waited until the two of them were out the door before she rose. “Um, this is kind of awkward, but I have a favor to ask,” she said.
“Oh?” Nina arced an eyebrow.
“Yeah, it’s a bit embarrassing, but earlier, when I had that laughing fit… I’ll just show you. I hope it’s not too weird.” She pulled the chair out from under the table, very carefully. Nina could see a shiny spot, and when she moved closer, it resolved itself into a small puddle, resting in the depression in the chair.
“Oh!” Nina said. Hannah was blushing, but Nina put an arm around her. “After what happened to me, that’s nothing, dear,” she said.
“It happens sometimes when I laugh too hard,” Hannah confided. “But this is the part that’s a bit weird. Do you think… Do you have something I could borrow? Like, underwear?”
“Oh, girl, you only had to ask,” Nina said, stifling a chuckle and guiding Hannah towards the bedroom.
Hannah dropped her voice to a stage-whisper. “It’s just, this is our fifth date, and I have a rule about fifth dates… I can’t let Jacob see me like this.”
“Oh, feel free to raid my panty drawer,” Nina said, gesturing to a drawer in the wardrobe. “You go get that tiger.” She winked dramatically. It didn’t come across as natural as her friend Danielle’s winks, but it did elicit a little giggle from Hannah. “Just put your underwear in with the dirty clothes in the hamper, I’ll throw ‘em in with my own pee pants and you can collect them later. I’ll leave you to it.”
That night, feeling a little naughty, Nina spilled the dirty clothes on the floor instead of throwing them directly into the washer. She spotted a pair of pink panties that didn’t belong to her and picked it up. There was a faded oval on the front, partially dried but still noticeably darker than the rest, and an even bigger one on the back. Damn, that wasn’t just a tiny leak, Nina thought. She shook her head, suddenly self-conscious about holding her friend’s dirty underwear, and threw them in with her own wet clothes.
The following morning, she found a text on her phone from Hannah, sent around two in the morning: “Ur a lifesaver. xoxoxo”
The thought of what might have transpired last night sent a little shiver down to her crotch. She felt herself flush, and suddenly she was overcome with horniness. She nudged her boyfriend awake and, when he tried to roll over to go back to sleep, she took his hand and placed it on her breasts. That woke him up.
She hadn’t peed since her accident last afternoon, and had to go quite urgently. But that could wait. She had other needs that held higher priority.
Nina could always wait. |
(Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.)
"Ugh......."
An Inkling girl with Lime-Green tentacles slowly opened her eyes. she got up on the ground,with a hand on her head to ease the headache she was feeling. The inkling looked around. She seemed to be in some dimly lit hallway. She rubbed her chin and tried to remember how she ended up here.
This inkling was known as Agent 3 by the people she worked for. She recalls exploring the subway with her leader,Captain Cuttlefish. But along the way,she encountered an Octoling. The last thing she remembers is fighting this Octoling until something attacked them out of the blue.
Three shook her head and picked up her hero shot. She then started walking through the hallway. After a while,she reached a subway station. The station was completely empty and there weren't any subway cars. Three looked at the rails and followed them with her eyes until she saw a tunnel. She fired some ink at the ground and transformed into her squid form. She then dived into her ink and swam to the tunnel. Upon entering the tunnel,the first thing she saw was a bunch of teal ink laying around. This ink had a different texture compared to inkling ink. Three created another path of ink and continued to swim.
The tunnel seemed to be pretty long however. As three was swimming for quite a while and she had yet to reach the other side. To make things worse,she couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable in her squid form. She continued to swim and the feeling seemed to slowly increase. She decided to shrug it off for now,as she saw a light up ahead.
She entered the light and exited the tunnel. But the only thing in sight was more rails and more of that weird teal ink. Three continued to swim. She continued for 30 minutes and the discomfort she was feeling got a bit worse. Thankfully,she saw a metro station up ahead. She continued to swim until she reached the station.
It wasn't until she reverted back to her humanoid form that she noticed something. The feeling she had earlier got a slightly weaker. And she was now feeling it in her abdomen. she then realized what the issue was: she needed to pee.
But that problem could easily be solved,right? This is a subway station. They always have restrooms. Three walked forward while keeping an eye out for any signs pointing to a restroom. She entered a corridor,but there wasn't a bathroom to be seen. What she saw was an area filled with teal ink puddles and trees that had plastic warped around them. Some of the trees even had plastic bags with teal liquid in them.
Three immediately prepared her weapon upon hearing some giggling. Suddenly,an Octoling jumped out of one of the puddles of teal ink and started firing at Three. Three rolled out of the way and fired back at the Octoling,Splatting her in the process.
After splatting,Three noticed that the Octoling looked much more different than the ones she fought in Octo Valley. She had a different uniform,she was wearing shades and her skin almost had the same texture as the ink she shot.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt slightly twinge in her bladder. Three decided to explore the area a bit. Maybe there was a bathroom around here somewhere? She started looking around. But after a few minutes of searching,there was no toilet in sight. She considered just peeing in the bushes,but the puddles of teal ink were everywhere and there was a chance one of those Octolings could strike her if she decided to do it there. Three walked past some boxes and saw another station entrance up ahead. Like the last one,there wasn't a subway car. Three hopped of the station and followed the rails again. The rails led her to another tunnel. Thought ,this one wasn't as long as the last one.
Upon leaving the tunnel,Three was in for a shock. She entered some kind of void. The train tracks where still there. But the sky was purple,there seemed to be a bottomless pit below and there were all kinds of objects floating around. Ranging from giant gaming consoles,to even utensils. Three shook her head and continued to follow the rails. After walking for 15 minutes,Three stopped to look up ahead. There was another station up ahead and this one seemed to have a subway car. Three created a path of ink and swam towards the subway car. But like in the first tunnel,the pressure she felt in her bladder grew...and this time it was worse than last time.
She swam up the station and transformed back into her humanoid form. The pressure decreased,but not by much. She then left the station and entered a corridor. Three looked around for restroom signs while she had one hand between her legs. She needed to pee pretty badly now and there was once again no restroom in sight.
While walking through the corridor,she heard some groaning.
She turned around and aimed her weapon. She had her legs crossed while doing this. There were 2 Twintacle Octotroopers and they were ready to attack her. She rolled away from the two Octotroopers as they started firing at her. Three threw a bomb at the Octotroopers. This sent them into a state of panic and they tried to move away from the explosion. But they were too slow and got caught in the explosion. Three looked around for more Octarians and lowered her weapon once it looked like she was safe. She continued walking through the corridor with one hand between her legs. There were multiple doors in the corridor,but all of them were locked and none of them had restroom signs on them. She entered an elevator and waited for it to close.
Once the elevator was closed,she dropped her weapon and placed both hands between her legs. She looked around the elevator and didn't see any of that teal ink she saw all over the previous areas. She briefly considered peeing in the elevator,but she decided against it as she didn't want to be caught with her pants down if an enemy happened to be waiting for her in front of the elevator. A ding echoed through the elevator. The elevator door opened and Three stepped out while aiming her weapon forward.
She took cover behind some boxes and peeked from behind them. She saw some more Octarians heading towards her. She hid behind the boxes without transforming into a squid. Luckily,the Octarians walked past her and made their way to the elevator. Three quickly jumped over the boxes and hid on the other side before the Octarians could turn around. However,the impact of the landing caused her bladder to start sloshing. Three quickly grabbed her crotch with one hand and crossed her legs. Three continued to walk down the hallway while trying to avoid fighting the Octarians she ran into. Because fighting them means she'd likely have to dive in her ink multiple times. And being in her squid form with a full bladder was painful.
She managed to avoid fighting Octarians until she saw two doors. One of them had a silhouette of an Octoling Girl. Three looked to her sides and entered the restroom once the coast was safe. Three jumped when she saw what the inside looked like. There was teal ink everywhere. She opened one of the stalls and sure enough,the ink was all over the toilet. Three quickly closed the door and shook her head. There's no way she was going to use this restroom.
"Ha!!!" Three turned around and yelped when she saw an Octobrush being swung towards her. She barely managed to duck under the swing. The one who delivered the swing was an Octoling. The Octoling went for another swing,But Three jumped over it. Upon landing,she had to place a hand between her legs to prevent a leak. The Octoling took advantage of this and jabbed her with the rear of her brush. This strike caused her to let out the leak she was trying to prevent. Three quickly turned around and left the restroom with one hand between her legs. She wanted to use both hands,but doing that was difficult due to the fact that she also had to hold her weapon. When she exited the bathroom,she immediately turned around and fired at the door until she was out of ink. The Octoling then barged out of the bathroom and made a ink-line towards her. Three put her weapon on her back and dashed out of the way. The Octoling turned around and tried to ram her with the brush. But three sidestepped out of the way while waiting for her ink tank to fill back up.
"Must destroy,target...."The Octoling said in a robotic voice. She then started swinging her brush at Three. Three just backed away from the swings while keeping a hand on one of her weapons. She then heard a beep. She looked over her shoulder and saw the light on her ink tank. This meant she had enough ink to use a sub weapon. She reached for her ink tank and grabbed a bomb. But the Octoling struck her with the brush and knocked her down. Three dropped her weapon and placed both hands between her legs. Doing her best to hold back all the pee that was trying to break free from her bladder. She opened one eye and saw the Octoling approach her.
"Target is down. Must finish her..." The Octoling said as she held her brush overhead. Three heard some squeaking and smiled. The Octoling looked at where the sound came from and saw an Autobomb standing next to her.
The Octoling just stared at the Autobomb as it prepared for detonation.
*SPLAT*
The Autobomb exploded and destroyed the Octoling. Three got up from the floor and crossed her legs. She picked up Her weapon and put it on her back. She then started running while frantically looking around. She was very close to her limit now.
She saw a room up ahead and entered it. She frantically inspected the room. It seemed to be a security room as there were multiple screens highlighting different stations. Three looked around for something to pee in.Anything. She then locked her eyes on a slosher that was right next to a storage door. She grabbed the slosher and barged into the storage room. Three then kicked the door to shut it and put down the slosher.She immediately pulled down her shorts and panties and sat on the slosher. Almost immediately,the sound of urine splattering could be heard in the room.
"Ahh.........ohh....." Three moaned as she let out all the urine she had been holding. A smile slowly appeared on her face as the stream continued. She looked between her legs and saw the slosher slowly being filled with lime-green urine. Her stream slowly weakened until only a couple of drops came out. Three got up from the slosher and pulled her shorts up. There wasn't anything to wipe with. Not that it mattered,since her panties were already a bit wet. Feeling a bit more relaxed now,she turned around and looked at the slosher. She almost completely filled it. She pushed the slosher in the corner of the room and opened the door. She then made sure to coast was clear and exited the room.
Three then went up to the screens. Maybe she could find Captain Cuttlefish on one of these screens. She looked at everything screen until she spotted Captain Cuttlefish. He was helping an Octoling drag....something....back to a subway car. She looked at the letters on the screen and saw "Center Station".
Three then looked at the keyboard under the screen and saw some weird device. This device looked like some kind of controller and it had "Kamabo" written on it. She pressed the button and a holographic map appeared in front of her. This map listed all the stations that were visible on the screen. Three decided to hold onto the device. Now that she had a chance to relieve her self and had a clue on where to go,the exited the security room and made her way to the Central Station.
And with that,I've made a story for all 3 playable Agents.
If you want to see the other 2,Here's the Link to Agent 8's story:
https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/46994-emptying-your-ink-tank-splatoon/?tab=comments#comment-1554119
And here's the Link to Agent 4's story:
https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/52366-4-my-bladder-splatoon-agent-4/?tab=comments#comment-1689970 |
Hey! I'm back! Unfortunately I have a flash drive elsewhere that has a few stories I haven't been able to post yet, but in the meantime I've played Hogwarts Mystery and thought it would be fun to do a story on it. A few things I should probably mention are that this is set in an AU where Hogwarts students are 18 and get tutored when they turn eleven till they can go to Hogwarts and learn magic officially. The tutoring is just basic things to keep their magic in check so they don't cause any accidents, and just magical theory to prime them for Hogwarts. Other than that I guess I don't have a lot to say other than I drew my character and Rowan if you want to see that check the spoiler below. Otherwise Enjoy!
Spoiler
Emily found herself little more than a series of nerves furiously flitting between anticipation and anxiety. Her hand grasped the side rail of the Hogwarts express as she paused mid-step before boarding the train. The sea of conflict swirling inside her felt as if it would erupt out like an obscurus at any moment. Was she walking normally? Did she look weird? Which house would she be sorted into? Who’s he? Would she learn to fly this year? Emily didn’t know if she wanted to turn around and jump off the train before it could leave the station or race it to the castle.
With a deep breath, Emily pulled herself fully onto the train and began her search for a compartment. Her eyes drifted from the rush of faces which moved passed her, from other anxious first years like her who also desperately looked for a place to belong, to the more relaxed returning students laughing casually with their friends. It wasn’t long before she heard the whispers. Emily tried to ignore what the other students said as she pushed passed them in search for a compartment to herself.
“Is that Jacob’s sister?
“Great another Gardner kid?”
“-is the last thing we need.”
“I hear her brother joined-”
“The search continues.”
“-Vaults. As if you hide something-”
Finally, after nearly breaking out into a run, Emily found an empty compartment. She slammed the door behind her. With an exasperated sigh, Emily draped herself across one of the bench seats on her back, her legs in the air, resting her feet against the wall. She produced her wand and absently began to swirl it in the air above her face, watching as the tip emitted a dim trail of golden light. The lessons her tutor taught her returned to the surface of her consciousness: how to expend minor amounts of magic with her training wand to prevent accidental discharges and how these discharges became more likely in moments of extreme emotion.
Ever since Emily turned, eleven tutors would come to her house to teach her how to safely train herself in very rudimentary magic work to prepare herself for this moment. The moment when she would attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Gone were the theories of magic, the mere flexing of magical “muscles” to prevent build-up, the study of the mundane muggle teachings. She was finally ready to become a real witch, like her mother.
“That’s Blackthorn, right?” A soft voice startled Emily.
Emily sat up, straightened her robes out as a dark-haired girl peeked into the compartment. Emily hadn’t even heard the door open; she was so deep in thought. “um, what was that?”
“Sorry, but that’s a blackthorn wand, right?” The girl stepped into the compartment.
“uh, Right. How’d you know?”
“My family owns a tree farm that supplies the woods for wands and broomsticks. I’m Rowan Khanna, by the way. Like the wand wood, only my wands actually Cedar…” Rowan extended her hand towards Emily a bit awkwardly.
Emily shook her hand with a smile. “I’m Emily, Emily Gardner.”
“Wait. Are you related to Jacob Gardner?”
Emily’s face darkened. “Yes. He’s my brother.”
“The same Jacob who got expelled for-“
“Yes. The Cursed Vaults Jacob.” Emily confirmed, staring at her own feet.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to dredge that up. It’s just… it was a huge story in the Daily Prophet. Everyone in the school is going to know about it.”
“I’m keenly aware of that, thank you.” Emily sighed. “I’m not exactly starting Hogwarts on my best foot, am I?”
“No, I suppose not.” Rowan shuffled her feet awkwardly. “But I probably won’t be either, if it helps.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, I’ve never really had many friends, honestly. I’ve always been a bit of a bookworm, and I guess that didn’t really go over well with the other kids growing up.”
“I’m sorry.” Emily offered awkwardly.
“It’s alright.” Rowan smiled. “At least I was allowed to read instead of working on my family’s farm. My parents were thrilled that I loved reading; they think that I could be the youngest professor to teach at Hogwarts.”
“Well, if we’re both outcasts, we might as well be outcasts together, right?” Emily smiled up at Rowan.
Rowan’s face lit up. “It would be my pleasure, Ms. Gardner!” She made an exaggerated curtsy.
“Well, Ms. Khanna, why don’t you join me on this marvelous journey to Hogwarts.” Emily feigned a posh accent.
“I can think of nothing else that would make me happier.” Rowan mimicked Emily’s cadence before sitting across from her. “Blackthorn’s an unusual wand, by the way.”
“Is it?” Emily held out her wand to admire it.
After a lengthy discussion of the properties of wand woods, the Hogwarts Express pulled into its destination. A large dark lake sprawled out before a massive stone castle, rising above a hilly forest amidst the valley. Rowan and Emily checked to make sure their robes were presentable before the two disembarked.
“Which house are you hoping for?” Rowan asked as they stepped off the train.
“Honestly, I dunno. My brother was Slytherin, and maybe if I can get into Slytherin, I can figure out what happened to him.” Emily whispered.
“Speaking of your brother, what do you want me to do if people bother you about him?”
“You don’t have to do anything.” Emily chuckled. “I can handle myself, but thanks for your concern. Which house do you want to get in?”
“Well, perhaps Ravenclaw would help me on my way to becoming a professor, but-”
“First years! First years! Come along, this way, First years!” A giant of a man with dark wild hair and beard stood far above the students spilling out on to the platform. “Follow me, First years.” The giant led the new students towards the lake.
“He’s huge.” Emily gaped.
“I think he’s Hagrid. He’s the games keeper here at Hogwarts. My uncle told me about him.” Rowan whispered. “Apparently, he’s quite fond of magical creatures; especially, the dangerous ones.”
Hagrid ushered the students to a series of rowboats docked at the edge of the lake. “Now no more than three students to a rowboat. This’ll take ye, to the castle. You’ll be following Professor McGonagall to the great hall where ye’ll be sorted. No rough housin’ now, ye hear me?”
“There are no paddles,” Emily observed.
“It’s magic.” Rowan laughed. “They move themselves.”
“Right. I guess I should’ve figured that out myself.” Emily stumbled into the boat.
Once both students situated themselves, the wooden bow began to glide across the black waters of the lake. The boats barely seemed to disturb the water as they made their way towards the castle. Emily peered into the depth below, but her vision couldn’t pierce the surface.
“They say there’s a giant squid that lives in the lake,” Rowan said.
Emily retreated into the center of the boat.
When Emily joined the crowd of first years at the other end of the lake, she found herself relieved to realize that they didn’t recognize her as the sister of Jacob. Thankfully, only her brother’s picture was published so they wouldn’t know who she was. Yet. At any rate, Emily enjoyed the break from gossiping.
Professor McGonagall led the students through the castle into a large dining hall. Four long rows of tables led to a raised platform where a long table sat what must have been the professors and faculty. Above the hall seemed to be an open night sky, twinkling with stars. Floating wax candles lit the room from above, without dripping any wax on the students below. McGonagall stood atop the raised platform, next to a single stool and a grubby looking hat.
“Welcome to Hogwarts. Before we can begin the welcome feast, we must first sort our new students into their proper houses.” McGonagall began. “While you are here, your house will become something like your family within Hogwarts. The four houses are Gryffindor, the brave and chivalrous; Hufflepuff, the kind and diligent; Ravenclaw, the witty and wise; and Slytherin, the cunning and ambitious. Each has its own noble history, and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. I hope you will all be fine additions to their ranks.”
Emily slipped her hand into the pocket of her robe and rolled her wand between her fingers. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. She shifted her feet from her heels to the balls of her feet. She was so lost in nervous thoughts of the future; she almost didn’t hear Professor McGonagall call her name.
Rowan gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder when Emily passed her. Emily felt her nerves prickle with anxiety when she turned to face the mass of students staring up at her. She took her seat on the stool and felt the hat plop down on her head.
“hrm.” A voice called out in her head. “Very interesting. Another Gardner, with so many conflicting paths. Which will you choose, I wonder? A path of greatness? A path of daring and heroics? Will you choose to pursue secrets and forbidden knowledge? Uncertain? No. I see it now. Better be, Slytherin!”
Emily stood up to scattered cheers from the Slytherin table. She smiled weakly and made her way to an area of the table where she could sit by herself. Without the rush of blood in her ears, Emily could hear the whispers that followed her. Rowan flashed Emily a wave before she marched up to the chair to be sorted. After a moment of silence, the sorting hat declared “Slytherin!”
A huge wave of relief washed over Emily. Rowan sat down next to her with an ear to ear grin. “Looks like we’re both cunning and ambitious, huh?” Emily managed a smile.
Once each student was sorted, a tall long-bearded man rose from the center of the table. “Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. To those who do not yet know who I am, I am Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of this wonderful school. Remember, while at Hogwarts your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule-breaking will do the opposite. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will win the House Cup, a great honor. It is my hope, dear students, that each of you will be a credit to your house. Now enjoy the feast.”
In an instant, the tables filled with hundreds of delicious dishes. Emily hadn’t realized quite how hungry she was until the food appeared before her. With very minimal talking, both Emily and Rowan enjoyed the feast until the houses were each called to their dormitories.
The Slytherin students followed their prefect into the back of the dungeons, where they emerged into a stone common room. The room was oddly comfortable, Emily thought to herself. Ivy decorated the walls above murals, leading towards a stone fireplace in front of a couple of couches. At the end of the room were glass windows that looked out into the lake.
“Are we underwater? Can the glass withhold that?” Emily asked Rowan.
Before Rowan could answer an older student pointed his wand at Emily. “I can’t believe they let you in here after your mental brother got expelled.” He grumbled. “The last thing Slytherin needs is another Gardner to ruin its reputation.”
“Emily is not going to ruin Slytherin’s reputation.” Rowan narrowed her eyes. “By the end of the year, you’ll be thrilled she’s in the same house as you.”
“I doubt it.” The boy scoffed before moving on.
“I’m sorry, Emily, I know you said you didn’t want me to stand up for you, but I just got caught up and-“
“Rowan. It’s alright. Thank you.” Emily smiled.
Rowan smiled back. “So… what class are you looking forward to?”
“I guess… charms if I had to choose. It’s probably my best bet at figuring out how to help my brother.”
“How do you figure?”
“Well, my brother was talented at charms. He became close to Professor Flitwick. I’m hoping maybe he knows what could have happened to my brother. At the very least, maybe I can learn a spell that will help me find him.”
“Well, fortunately for you, we have charms first thing in the morning.” Rowan beamed. “I’m sorry about your brother, but together we can find him. I’m sure of it.”
“Thank you, Rowan. For now, let’s find our beds. I’m exhausted.”
Alright! So no wettings or desperation in this chapter, but don't you worry! I already have plans to fulfill that need of yours dear readers. Anyways, it's great to be back! Leave any questions, comments, critiques below and have a lovely day! |
The Restroom
By Heather
(Not my story but its one of my favorite stories)
The elevator door opened and Ashley walked with hesitant steps into the opulent headquarters of Rainwater & Associates firmly clutching her resume, her immaculately tailored dark blue skirt and jacket, expensive white blouse and high heel pumps- the outfit de rigueur for the position of executive secretary she hoped to land. Her long flowing locks of red hair had been tied back and expertly braided, all giving what she hoped was a professional persona that belied her twenty one years. Ushered into the sanctum of the inner office, she sat nervously as L.P. Rainwater, the founder and CEO studied every line of her application. Finally the CEO from central casting looked up and took his reading glasses off.
"Clearly you look qualified for the job, Miss Thompson. Congratulations. I'll have Julie give you the grand tour of our office. You can see her on the way out."
Ashley could scarcely conceal a small cheer as she greeted the receptionist. "I got it!" The petite brunette smiled and barely looked up from her computer.
"I knew you would. And the sooner you relax and realize what a fun, non-conformist bunch we are the better. Don't let the Mahogany wood-paneling fool you," she winked.
All too soon Ashley found out just what she meant. A short tour of the floor found a largely female staff in high spirits, engaging in a myriad of various job functions within work cubicles. Nearing the end of the tour, Julie led her down a hallway. "Remember, I told you we're a fun non-conformist group. This is what I meant. Ashley, this is our restroom."
On the door were two figures depicting both male and female sexes. A co-ed restroom! "I know- I was taken aback on my first day too. But come on in."
Inside was a restroom constructed with fixtures and a marble floor commensurate with the building materials in the rest of the office. But Ashley almost blushed as she saw one fixture definitely unfamiliar to a woman's room, a minimally portioned men's urinal next to the twin sinks in wide-open view to one and all. On the opposite side were four conventional stalls albeit with a disconcertingly high gap between the floor and the bottom of the stall door. Julie opened a stall door. "Get a look at this; bet you've never seen a joke john before."
Ashley looked in amazement at the inside of the toilet stall. On the inside of the stall door was a mirror with a sign above reading, "smile if you have a furry one." Lining the stall were humorous if semi-obscene framed pictures, cartoons and a one by three foot framed poem entitled Ode To Peeing. The other three stalls had different but equally shocking humor.
"It takes some getting used to. The boss says he was just trying out an idea he saw from that hit TV show where there's a co-ed restroom. And he claims that since we are an almost completely female firm, the few men didn't want to take the time to go to another floor. But...if you want to know what I really think, come with us girls after work."
At five o'clock, Ashley joined Julie and two other women of the firm at a nearby restaurant/ lounge. That day had proved to her that this job was a going to be definite positive in her budding career. Girl talk grew looser as the effect of the drinks took hold of the foursome. Finally, curiosity got the best of her.
"Hey, I thought you were going to tell me something. What is up with the co-ed restroom? Would somebody please tell me something?" The other three dissolved into self-conscious giggles.
"What's wrong? Shy about displaying your bladder skills?" inquired Sandra. Twenty-eight year-old Karen was more succinct.
"I'll put it to you this way. Our CEO's last name is Rainwater for good reason; and the L.P. in his name..."
"Yeah, it stands for long pisser. Long pisser!" Julie finished the thought.
"Tell me about it," Sandra shot back. "I was in the bathroom one time trying to be quiet when he comes in and pulls out that huge dangler of his and starts up. Well I waited and I waited, and I swear that guy just would not stop going. What's really hilarious is that Kathryn from accounting came in and he was still standing there with that incredible hose pouring out. The poor thing went into a stall, did her thing, and like me...waited for him to get through and leave so she could freshen up at the adjacent sink. Except... he didn't. It got so ridiculously long I couldn't stand it anymore, so I left my stall with as much dignity as I could muster. Get this, as I'm leaving he turned to me and asked if I could call an important client of ours and tell them that he would be delayed for awhile in a meeting. Girls, the only delay I could ever figure out was caused by the endless stream coming out of that world class winger of his."
"I'd have stayed and timed him," countered Julie.
"Then measured him," added Karen with a laugh.
"My whole theory of that restroom is that it provides a somewhat acceptable, if you could call it that, forum to show off his massive bladder and penis," said Sandra with a shake of her head. "He's like a little boy showing-off to all the others that he's the king ruminator, the biggest and the best with the longest penis."
Slowly, Julie nodded her head. "Right. But now he's a CEO in a Brioni suit..."
Holding her hands far apart, Karen quipped, "with a foot-long fire hose!"
Ashley took in the threesome's conversation in stunned silence for a number of reasons she was not yet ready or relaxed enough to divulge to the others.
Over dinner the foursome shared numerous intimacies only single career women could share, and they enjoyed more laughter and stories with dinner drinks. Only on the way out did Julie suddenly confess her need.
"Sorry folks, but I really have to pee. Really! Am I the only one?"
"No, my tank is on full as well," admitted Karen.
"That makes three of us. How about you Ashley?" asked Sandra.
The tall redhead thought for a moment before adding, "sure I guess I could go."
"Then how about we four making a beeline for our infamous restroom," concluded Julie.
Walking into the empty office building, the group chatted freely as they entered the restroom after hours and thus safe from any male intrusion. They each strode into their respective stalls and in almost simultaneous unison began the task of empting their bladders. Within the restroom, a symphony of splatter commenced, each with a slight variation unique to each woman's peeing style; Karen a steady spray, Julie a staccato-like splatter, while at each end, Sandra and Ashley peed away in steady heavy and heavier streams respectively. It was Sandra who brought up the long forgotten topic of conversation earlier in the evening.
"You know it's a damn shame we can't do something," she voiced up amidst the splatter of urine.
"Do something about what," said Julie sending a particularly powerful burst into the water below?
"Put old L.P. Rainwater in his place," replied Sandra.
Two stalls over, Karen called out, "and what are we supposed to do to accomplish this feat?"
"Only a crazy thought. It's just that the big blowhard uses that urinal as his exhibitionistic stage every time he comes in here. Whether they verbalize it or not, every woman at this firm who uses this restroom has seen him standing way back, in full view with that big dong of his hanging half way to his knees, peeing away until...until the damn cows come home." The four peed in silence for another half minute before petite Julie's stream tapered-off.
"Well whatever you have in mind, I don't think I have the particular qualifications that you're looking for." She quickly tissued, flushed, and retired to the sink area. Her departure left a minor variation and drop in the decibel output, ignored by the peeing trio. Karen pressed the issue.
"I want to know. What do you have in mind? All night we seem to have been talking about L.P. and his giant dick peeing forever."
"Forget it," said Sandra. "It was too wild a thought and besides we could never find a female who was capable of pulling it off."
Just then Karen's flow dried up and she too left her stall to join Julie by the sink.
"OK then, woman of mystery. Be that way. Meet you at the mirror when you're through."
The words had barely left her mouth when Sandra's bladder had totally depleted its contents.
Karen took out a brush while Sandra reached in her bag for some lipstick.
"You have me really curious. Let me in. What are you thinking about?"
"Yes," added Julie to the mix, "what the hell plan do you have for Long Pisser Rainwater?"
Taking a deep breath Sandra sighed, "Just for fun, just for revenge, just for the prestige of all we women, wouldn't it be delicious if we could give him back an ounce, or more appropriately, a gallon, of his own medicine? I would give anything to see his expression if, just once, he came in here filled to the max and met his female match. How would he feel if he met his, should we say, Waterloo?"
The three laughed at her corny pun.
"Sounds kinky and I love it. Too bad it can't happen," Julie answered wistfully.
The longtime friends and associates gathered their belongings to leave the restroom when they became aware of a sound, a steady sound, like water from a faucet cascading down to a partially filled sink, except in this case it was coming from the direction of the corner stall.
"Hey you guys, wait. Ashley's not done yet," whispered Karen.
The three promptly aborted their departure out of courtesy for the newest member of the group. Julie and Sandra placed their handbags on the marble counter top while Sandra rummaged in hers for more hair spray. Out of conversation, the atmosphere within the restroom took on an odd quiescence save for the steady droning of pee into toilet water. It was very steady and very strong, with no indication of letting up anytime soon. Sandra caught Julie's raised eyebrows.
"Shah. Don't say anything. Let's see what happens."
Instinctively, Karen looked at her watch. "Believe it or not people, it's eight minutes and running."
"Quiet. You'll embarrass her."
From within the stall a voice suddenly chimed in. "Hello. Anybody still here?"
"We most certainly are still here Miss Thompson," chortled Julie. "And positively enthralled and impressed."
"Good. Sorry I take so long. Whoa pee stream!" Her words came out more like an innocent taken aback by her own powers and abilities rather than a poised young woman. Outside the trio stood mesmerized as more time passed and she continued with her odd confession.
"Gee. You were all talking about our boss and all I could think of was, gosh, you mean there's someone else like me out there? I'm not the only one who floods the toilet forever and ever?"
A seeming eternity later she came out of the stall to face the speechless trio.
"That's 'sure I guess I could go?' My dear do we ever have a request of you and I hope you're uninhibited and deliciously evil. Do us this one little favor. For all the women at this company."
Chapter Two
"Can't we wrap up this meeting," complained L.P. "Why it must be close to five-thirty."
The silver haired executive shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the head of the long conference table. Midway down the row of chairs, Sandra, Julie, Karen and Ashley shot knowing glances. L.P. hadn't visited the restroom the entire day that they were sure of. He must be bursting for a pee, reasoned Karen. She and her tight cadre of girlfriends had made certain of that with a steady flow of coffee and bottled water sent to his office throughout the day. As for Ashley, understandable reticence had given way to mischievous enthusiasm and a determination to fill her own giant internal reservoir as full as possible. She would not let her new friends down as wild and kinky as their plan was. Not if she could help it.
"Alright, folks. Any other questions can wait until morning. Have a good evening." With that final comment, L.P. rose from his leather chair and left the room.
"Ashley, give him a little time to walk in the restroom and unzip; then follow him in, " urged Sandra. The suggestion was essentially moot as the CEO walked briskly with a perceptible urgency toward the restroom with the foursome in discreet trail. As the door closed behind him Julie held up her arm, paused, and then melodramatically announced, "lights, camera and action!" In her present bladder state, it was a needless call to action. Ashley opened the restroom door and walked in just as the first drops poured out of his penis into the white porcelain of the urinal. Even from her peripheral vision she could see that, if anything, her co-workers had understated his endowment. How could a man store and conceal something so large in his pants, she thought. However mystifying a question that may have been took a backseat to both her need and the awkwardness of the situation.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry sir! I had no idea anybody was in here. The meeting went on so long that I have to use the facilities." She blushed as she walked past him in a blur of high heel pumps and intoxicating perfume he attempted to ignore. He turned his head to view the long limbed lass.
"My dear girl, there's no need to apologize. After all, urination is just a natural bodily function. We at Rainwater & Associates have this co-ed restroom as proof of that."
She noted that the conceited bastard made no effort to hide himself as he spoke. From her position diagonally to his left, she could plainly see the twisted stream spew forth from the head of his so aptly named fire hose and hit the wall of the urinal. The glans remained partially covered with foreskin and, surprising to Ashley in light of its length was the slack flaccid appearance of the shaft. Any mysteries of Rainwater's organ took a backseat as an overfilled bladder suddenly called for relief.
"In that case sir, I shall put these facilities to good use then." She beamed a smile and made deliberate eye contact as she opened the stall door up, using sheer force of will not to look down at the huge appendage hanging out of his trousers. Quite a departure in attitude from most of his female employees, thought L.P., refreshingly different.
If he needed any further confirmation, soon the marble tile, the mirror and the ceiling all resonated with a thundering sound uniquely female in origin, only more so. Ashley's urine stream beat down directly into the water of the deep commode, which acted to amplify it many fold. As he silently hissed about his business, to his rear the steady drone continued and continued, well past the usual time of exhaustion that other women at the office demonstrated. Clearly this beautiful "filly" could pee. He smiled as he looked at the constant stream emanating from his own source while simultaneously perking his ears for the expectant termination of sound that would surely come at any moment. Just then he did something he had not done in years since he was a lad at summer camp. He checked his watch! Thirty, sixty, ninety seconds passed and still the steady flow of female urination remained. Constant, loud, and persistent. Two minutes, two thirty...three minutes.
A soothing voice, a young woman's voice reached his ears just then like pure honey. Speaking above the din of her self-made waterfall. "Mr. Rainwater, are you still out there?" That voice sent an odd jolt of emotion throughout his body.
"Why, ah, yes Miss Thompson. I am. May I help you?"
"I hate to trouble you, but could you go over the phraseology you want me to write for the Peterson account one more time?"
"Miss Thompson, the precise nuance is very important, and going over it is too time consuming to go over now." For ten seconds there was silence but for the pulsating of urine into the toilet bowl.
"Mr. Rainwater, I realize you're a busy man during the day, and without sounding too crass; well let's just say I know I have plenty of time left in here. Do you?"
The very implication of her words struck him like a stiletto and he fought off deeply repressed carnal thoughts as his organ engorged with blood and his stream tapered off. Her innuendo filled the air with a sexual electricity he was not quite sure how to respond to.
"Miss Thompson, I...I," he stammered totally out of character. Fortunately, she cut him off.
"Please, please accept my sincere apology, sir. That must have sounded so juvenile. I didn't mean for it to come out that way."
So beautiful, fresh and innocent a woman behind that door he thought. And exciting.
"Don't be absurd. There is nothing to apologize for, Ashley. May I call you Ashley?"
Her reply came back especially sugar coated. "But of course sir." Then, above the sound of endlessly pee she added, "I might add that it's rare that I have the privilege of such handsome company. And for this amount of time."
Again! This time he was positive. She was teasing him, taunting him and laying down the gauntlet just like in his school days long ago. A peeing contest! Only instead of intoxicated fraternity members here was a gorgeous young thing who sounded like a virtual peeing machine, an inexhaustible supply spewing out in a never-ending stream. He looked down as the last drops fell from his penis and listened helplessly but hypnotized to the sounds behind him. A monstrous erection arced before him and touched the wall of the urinal. Incredible. How was it possible to feel such excitement from urinary defeat at the hands, or bladder of this incredible woman? Shamelessly, L.P. closed his eyes and stroked himself to the surreal sounds.
"Mr. Rainwater! My goodness sir!!" Sandra, Karen and Julie stood in the entranceway in feigned astonishment looking at their CEO furiously masturbating.
"Ladies. Please, you don't understand. Ladies, please! We can come to an understanding."
Throughout the industry, the female employees of Rainwater & Associates are known to be among the best paid.
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This story is not mine, it's only a traduction I made from an italian erotic story I read on a website. Warning: sexual content
I hope you enjoy!
Hi everyone, my name is Tommaso and I am 23 years old. I want to tell you about what I have already mentioned in the title, of that night after which my life has not been and will never be the same again! So know that my girlfriend, a wonderful brunette named Claudia, shares my passion! What it is you will find out if you will receive the patience to read to the end! We have known each other for a short time, no more than three months, and we have already made love, I above and her below, not without kisses and various caresses, but still without particular perversions. Moreover the saying goes: the SECOND time you never forget! No proverb was ever more appropriate! So that evening Claudia and I met at a restaurant. She was dressed all in black, with a vertiginous miniskirt, stunning pantyhose and two high-heeled shoes that left her toes bare.
We planned an intimate dinner, a movie night and then another night of love. However, what happened at the cinema turned the evening into a night of WILD SEX!
It was a cold winter evening and we both drank too many glasses, so once we got to the cinema I said: - Sweetheart, I'm sorry but I have to go to the bathroom at any cost! Indeed, you would do well to go there too, before the film begins! -. She said: "Don't worry about me, honey, I have an iron bladder!" -. The provocation was obvious, but I didn't care, I went to the bathroom and did what I had to do. Once out, I thought it would end there. Instead she added the dose: "My poor love has a weak bladder!" -. At that point it became a sort of challenge and I replied: - Would you perhaps tell me that you would be able to resist until the end of the film? - She, perhaps emboldened by too much wine, replied: - More than the end of the film! At least home! I'm ready to bet! - -Agree! - I said - but if you lose the bet you will allow me to penetrate you from behind! -
This was something she had never experienced because it frightened her, but she said anyway: "I accept!" And we clasped our hands vigorously to seal the pact. We went into the hall and found a place in the last rows, almost deserted. The film began few minutes later. But do you know what? I didn't care about the movie anymore! I had my eyes fixed on Claudia's beautiful legs, perfectly parallel and comfortably arranged on the chair. I deduced from this posture that he was not in the slightest in crisis and despaired that something would happen, but I kept waiting. My patience was finally rewarded: twenty minutes after the film began, she began to grab her pussy. "We're here!" I thought, "she need to pee!" "All right, love?" I asked her, feigning indifference. "Certainly," she replied, in the same tone. About twenty minutes later, her legs tightened frantically as she began to pant.
-Love, are you really sure you're okay? - I insisted, not without a smirk this time at the corners of my mouth -Of course, darling, don't worry! - -I still see you upset- I sneaked maliciously -The movie is so compelling! to justify her, but a shadow of concern painted her face before she could hide it. The film would have lasted a long time, at least a couple of hours and she was already beginning to show signs of giving way. As time passed his despair grew, as did my satisfaction, while I was already looking forward to the sweet taste of winning the unusual bet. Towards the middle of the film her legs, from which they were joined crossed as she began to blow, almost wanting to warm herself from the cold that was in the room, in fact she used this as a justification for her agitation.
The first half ended and everyone got up, but she didn't dare move from the chair to go to the bathroom, although she had intention. She didn't want to show signs of giving away, but I knew she was about to lose control. I invited her out to smoke a cigarette and she accepted. Her step was much slower than usual, and as she smoked she inhaled deeply, hoping to divert attention from the impelling need that invaded her every minute that passed. So I sadistically offered her a sip of water from my bottle to see how she would react. She was desperate, she didn't want to increase her sufferings, but even this time she made the best of a bad situation and took a sip of water as if it were poison. Meanwhile the second half was about to begin, and her bladder, now full to the brim, slowed her pace even more as we reentered the hall. The second half began, and his legs began to tremble as she squirmed in the chair. - Do you have to go to the bathroom, darling? - I insinuated, seeing her now close to giving way. By now his agitation was too obvious for him to be able to hide it, so she replied, "A little bit, but I can still do it!"
Here we are! - I said to myself - she's going to piss herself! -
In the half hour that followed she continued to cross her legs first in one verse, then in the other, more and more quickly, and began to have to hold her cunt every minute or two, a sign that the inevitable was about to happen. The bathroom was there, just a few steps away from her, but she didn't dare go there, so as not to lose the bet that she had let slip from her lips, but soon she could have escaped something else, and by her vulva labia!(labia and lips are homonymous in italian)
Towards the middle of the second half, she whispered to me: - Love, would you let me pass, please? - - Where do you want to go? - I asked her, already guessing the answer - I would like to take a breath of air, if you don't mind! - she said in a pleading tone with doe-like eyes -It is rude to get up so halfway through the movie! - I replied, sardonically grinning - So in half an hour we go out! - -I know, but it's so hot! - -I come with you- - Thanks, love, but I'd rather go alone, if you don't mind! - She was trying to cheat! She had to be really desperate! "I think you're hiding something from me!" I insisted mischievously. "I know you too well, love, there's something bothering you, why don't you tell me what it is?" "I have to go to the bathroom!" "Why?" My hands are so dirty, I have to wash them - You can wash them at home too, honey, what's the hurry? It's not so urgent! - -I agree love, you won! I HAVE TO PEE!-she finally admitted, almost screaming in despair. Several people turned to look at us badly, to which she tried to make herself small. - So you give up? Did I win the bet? - -SI! YES! YOU WON! NOW LET ME GO, I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE! - She got up abruptly to go to the bathroom, but I sat back down and started tickling her with my hand against her bladder.
It was the straw that broke the camel's back! The piss so long held back began to descend copiously and abundantly from her legs, forming a wide puddle at his feet that widened more and more, wetting the miniskirt, the panties, the tights, and even the shoes with heels, feet included. Claudia's bladder seemed to take years to completely empty. When she had finished she looked around, full of shame and fear of having been seen, in fact someone started looking at her badly. When the film came to its conclusion, she hurriedly put her coat back on to hide the patch in plain sight on her miniskirt, but could do nothing to hide the puddle at her feet, nor above all the dark patch along her stunning legs covered with pantyhose. The result was that in the stretch that separated us from the exit, people kept looking at us badly and in response she tried to leave as soon as possible without looking anyone in the face.On the journey home, she didn't say a word, but once she got home she let herself go: "Of course you were a bastard, but it was an unforgettable experience!" I didn't think it was so exciting to wear it in public! That feeling of wet with the fear that others will discover you almost made me have an orgasm! Even holding it wasn't bad! -
Unbelievable but true, Claudia was the real answer to my wildest erotic fantasies! For the duration of the film, seeing her squirming so bad and finally pissing herself made me horny and we had a night of wild sex.
Before sinking into sleep, out of curiosity, I took a look at the clock. It was 3:40. -Wow! - I said to myself.
We had returned home at around midnight, and we had begun to fuck since then, not to mention the splendid evening spent together since dinner, which took place around 8:30. Undoubtedly, until that moment, that had been the best night of my life, and even the longest!
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This short story features Ban Sang-mi, the unfortunate young lady who wet her skirt in this story.
Today, she piddles in her skirt again...she just can't get a break.
Ban Sang-mi put her hand on the front of her little black miniskirt as she felt the cool evening breeze blow over her bursting full bladder. She really had to wee, and that was an understatement. In fact, she wasn't sure she was going to make it home. Why did she drink all that wine at her office party? She was almost asking for it. And she could only think of what her perverted boyfriend Min-Jun would say if she did have an accident. She shuddered at the thought of the disgrace. She had to get to a toilet before she humiliated herself. But where could she go? As the pressure grew every minute, she knew she wasn't going to get home without a leak. And it was late in the evening - everywhere was closed! Where was she going to go? "Her skirt" was a likely answer, but not the one she wanted to hear.
She walked down the street as quickly as she could, trying to keep herself calm and composed. She had to hold it until she got home. But that was getting harder every moment. An intense surge of pressure make her bend over and hold herself. She was still dry, just about, but the pain was becoming unbearable. If she did have an accident, well, she was wearing a black skirt. No one would probably notice except her boyfriend. But she wanted to show him she could hold it. And she could hold it, if she just tried hard enough.
She kept telling herself she could hold it, but she was still a few hundred metres away from their apartment and she was about to leak. She knew it. She just couldn't wait any longer. She was going to have an accident in her skirt. She was almost resigned to her fate, but was still determined to hold it as long as she could.
Then she saw a small cafe that was still open. She bounced a little on the spot in glee. They'd have a toilet! She was going to get home dry. Clenching her muscles hard so as not to leak, she walked briskly across the road and opened the door. A tired-looking, surly middle aged woman was waiting behind the counter.
"Hi," said Sang-mi, looking as adorable as she could while bursting to wee. "Could I please use your toilet? I'm really desperate."
"No, it's for staff only," said the woman.
"But...but I'm bursting," said Sang-Mi, fidgeting with her skirt. "I won't make it home."
"Rules are rules, this is for staff only," said the woman. "You'll just have to hold it."
"But I can't," said Sang-Mi, with tears coming to her eyes.
"Well, you'll have to wet your knickers then," said the woman. "I'm not making exceptions for you."
As if at her command, Sang-Mi felt a leak spurt into her knickers. "No...you can't...I'm going to wet myself..." She started to cry.
"Go outside then, or you'll be mopping up your own puddle," said the woman.
Sang-mi staggered outside sobbing and finally gave in. Piss gushed down her legs and pooled around her cute little feet. She was humiliated again. Why did this keep happening?
She took out her phone and texted her boyfriend.
"You would not believe what just happened...I was bursting to wee and tried to go in a cafe, the toilets were staff only...I went outside and..."
Her boyfriend's reply came quickly.
"You wet your skirt?"
"Yes," she replied. "It was horrible."
"Aww," he replied. "It's so cute when you have an accident. I'll come and get you."
Sang-mi put her phone back into the pocket of her skirt, which was clinging to her wet legs. At least she had a boyfriend who loved her, perverted as he was. Sure enough, a few minutes later, he arrived in his car.
"I've got stuff for you," he said. "A clean skirt and some toilet paper for you to mop yourself up. Get in the car."
"...you haven't got me any clean knickers," she said, knowing where this was heading.
He grinned seductively. "You won't be needing any of those." She noticed the bulge in his trousers and sighed. It would be fun once she was over the humiliation. She wiped her legs down, removed her wet socks and shoes, and changed into the black leather skirt he had brought for her. He then drove her home.
"You're going to fuck me as soon as we get in, aren't you?" she said.
"Of course," he said. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No," she said. "I've come to accept it."
Once they were through the door, it was more than acceptance. As soon as his hand shoved up her skirt, Sang-Mi was trembling in pleasure. How could a man with such gross fetishes be so good at sex...it was ecstasy. She came to a powerful orgasm in a few minutes. But it wasn't over yet. He undid his flies, shoved her down on the couch, and started fucking her hard. It was almost painfully intense, but Sang-Mi loved it so much. Soon both of them were in climax, Sang-mi for the second time that night.
"I love you, Min-Jun," she said. "Just don't make me wee myself again."
"I can't promise that," he said. "But I can say I love you too."
That was enough.
Edited September 18, 2019 by Male
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Hi all, I've been kicking around a few ideas centered on the TV show Riverdale. If you haven't seen it, it's basically Archie Comics meets Twin Peaks -- a complete mess of a product, but entertaining nonetheless. All the actors are well over 18, and my descriptions hopefully indicate that, so pretend as though this world is staffed entirely of 18+ high schoolers. By the standards of the original Riverdale, that's actually pretty normal.
This first chapter is based on the pilot episode. I stripped out a lot of the original plot elements (Jason Blossom's death, etc) but may bring them back in later installments. This chapter has a lot of background in it and it somewhat light on the wetting description, so I apologize -- going forward, should be a lot more efficient.
Chapter I: The Riverdale Mermaids
“Oh my God, Archie Andrews got hot!”
Since they first became friends in the second grade, Betty Cooper and Kevin Keller had spent countless hours in the Coopers’ idyllic suburban house. Cross-legged on the bed in Betty’s 2nd floor room, they grew up eating snacks, swapping gossip, and fretting about classes. However, the night before their sophomore year, they had abandoned their normal post to press up eagerly against Betty’s window – which looked directly into the Andrews’ house next door. Kevin insisted they augment their routine gossip session by peering into Archie’s room, and despite Betty’s protests, their spying seemed to have paid off.
“Kevin!” Betty exclaimed, admonishing him for his tactless comment, but not taking her eyes away from the scene before her. Archie, her best friend and next-door neighbor, was strutting shirtless around his room. Betty had long harbored a crush on Archie, and she felt her face grow warm as she gazed at his abs and torso. A summer of construction at his father’s firm had added muscle to his skinny frame, complementing his strong jaw and shock of bright red hair. Betty was suddenly glad that Kevin was too busy ogling Archie to see her own reaction.
“What! It’s true!” exclaimed Kevin. “I bet you can’t wait to get back to school and show off your goods. You’ll have that ginger Adonis eating out of the palm of your hand in no time.”
Kevin had faithfully served the role of gay best friend since 13, when he first came out to Betty. Of the two, he was far more brazen in commenting on all the cute guys in their class. But Betty had eyes for only Archie, and Kevin had long known about this crush.
“Kevin, I don’t think Archie will ever pay attention to me. Especially not now that he looks like that,” Betty replied dejectedly.
Kevin turned to look at his friend. While Archie may have put on muscle over the summer, Betty had undergone her own transformation. He remembered the stick-thin girl who sported braces all throughout middle school. Now, Betty sported a blonde ponytail pulled over a pink sweater, her alabaster skin and aquamarine eyes creating a wholesome, pretty girl-next-door image.
“Betty, don’t be ridiculous. You’re gorgeous, and your goods are gorgeous, and you just have to flaunt them!” Betty blushed, as she did every time Kevin mentioned her body. Determined, Kevin pushed on. “You know what you should do if you’re so worried about getting him to notice you? Try out for the Riverdale Vixens!”
“I don’t know Kevin, you remember what happened last year -- it didn't exactly go very well.” Not well was quite the understatement – Betty had been told directly by Cheryl, the fiery redhead in charge of the cheerleading squad, that she was too fat to join the team. Objectively, the comment was ridiculous – Betty’s slim figure fit nicely into the rotating wardrobe of tight sweaters she wore for Archie’s benefit – but the memory of humiliation still lingered.
“Yeah, but Cheryl was just being a jerk! You need to stick up for yourself Betty – you’d be a positively fantastic Vixen, and you shouldn’t let her stand in your way.”
Before Betty could respond, her mom walked through the door. Though well into middle-age, Alice Cooper cut a striking figure, and her domineering personality sucked the air out of any room she entered. As far as Betty could remember, her mother had been a strict disciplinarian. Now that Betty’s sister, Polly, had been mysteriously sent away, her helicopter parenting had reached critical levels.
“Hello Mrs. Cooper!” Kevin cheerfully addressed Betty’s mom.
“Hello Kevin. Betty, it’s a school night – I need you in bed pronto. Say goodbye to your friend.”
Betty walked Kevin to the front door, chattering all the while about how excited they were to come back to school the following day. Promising to talk to him soon, she closed the door and came back inside. She was greeted by Alice, who was standing at the foot of the staircase leading to Betty’s room with her arms crossed.
“Betty, dear, remember to use the toilet before bed. We don’t want any mishaps before your first day.”
“Mom!” Betty meekly protested. For the past few years, Betty had been struggling with anxiety. Whenever she was pressured, Betty would dig her fingernails into her hands hard enough to draw blood. Kevin, Archie, and the rest of her friends could see it but were kind enough not to say anything. A far more embarrassing and thankfully discreet symptom was her bedwetting. While this had been a nightly occurrence for some time, it had mostly stopped by middle school.
Still, there were isolated incidents, particularly under stress. The night her sister Polly had been sent to a long stay at the hospital, Betty dreamed that she was floating underwater. Beside her, Polly and Polly’s ex-boyfriend Jason Blossom drifted lifelessly with their faces in the water. In her dream, she tried to call out to Polly, but the limp corpse didn’t respond. Instead, Jason’s body opened its eyes and lunged at her, causing her to wake up with a scream. Alice, startled by the noise, came up the stairs to find her teenage daughter sitting in a puddle radiating out from between her legs. Since then, Alice insisted that Betty use the toilet promptly before going to bed, saying she was tired of scrubbing yellow stains out of Betty’s pretty pink blankets. While Betty was embarrassed by her mom reminding her, she knew she was right – she was pretty nervous for her first day back.
After taking care of her bathroom needs, brushing her teeth, and changing in to her light pink nightgown, Betty crawled underneath her covers. As she closed her eyes, she thought wistfully of what it would be like to be a Vixen.
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Betty heard the clamor of her classmates as she walked down Riverdale’s main hall for her first day of sophomore year. In keeping with her mother’s strict insistence on conservative garb, Betty had donned a tight argyle sweater and a knee-length red skirt that morning. Complete with a pink bow fixed in her hair, Betty felt eerily like a Norman Rockwell painting come to life. Looking around her school corroborated that picture – she saw Reggie and the football team harassing Dillon Doyle about which classes he could do their homework for, and passed by cheerleaders gossiping about their summer flings.
“Are you Betty Cooper?”
Betty turned to look for the source of the voice, and saw a beautiful Latina girl. Silky, jet-black hair fell straight down onto her smooth caramel skin. While this girl had a short and lithe frame, her femininity was accentuated by a very short black skirt and a top showing a generous amount of cleavage. In the presence of this gorgeous, provocatively dressed newcomer, Betty felt acutely aware of her chaste outfit. It took her a moment before she was able to find her words.
“Yes, I’m Betty. Are you Veronica Lodge?”
As Betty spoke, she remembered that she had promised Principal Weatherbee to chaperone a last-minute new student for the day. She hadn’t expected anything like this girl though, with her ostentatious outfit adorned by a pearl necklace and expensive looking jewelry.
“The one and only. I believe you’ve been saddled with introducing me to the various players of Fast Times at Riverdale High, yes?”
Betty struggled again to find her words as she tried to remember what she had heard about Veronica through the Riverdale rumor mill. Allegedly, Veronica was a bit of spoiled brat who had lived in NYC before coming to Riverdale. Her expensive outfit and haughty look of disdain as she surveyed the lockers definitely confirmed that. According to Kevin, Veronica had been living the high-life at her expensive prep school before her father was arrested for white collar crime. To keep expenses down, the family was forced to move to Riverdale, where Veronica’s mother and father had grown up. This was not a girl to cross, Betty thought, as she finally spoke.
“I’m more than happy to give you the tour of campus. Ready to get started?”
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As they walked, Betty found herself warming up to Veronica. Her initial impression had been melted away as Veronica asked about her life at Riverdale, what her friends were like, and complimented Betty’s outfit. With Kevin following in tow, Veronica and Betty chatted away, with the latter pointing out all the important landmarks.
“These are the school bathrooms. They’re usually pretty gross though”
Betty gestured to a door labeled “Ladies” with peeling white paint, sandwiched between two lockers. Veronica turned and looked where Betty was pointing with disgust.
“Oh God. I don’t plan on letting my precious derrière touch that diseased porcelain while I’m here. Do you even have bidets in that abomination?”
Betty laughed. “Oh, there are certainly no bidets. In fact, I’d say that there’s about a 50% chance of any given stall even having toilet paper.” Betty was normally far too timid to talk about bathroom matters, but found that Veronica’s brazen attitude was starting to rub off on her.
“Gross!” Veronica shrieked. “I imagine that’s why it looks like Pippi Longstocking over there has such a tight ass, her cheeks must be stuck together.”
Betty turned to look where Veronica’s gaze was fixed, and saw Cheryl communing with a few of her underlings on the cheerleading team. Betty laughed again at Veronica’s crass joke, but felt her heart fall ash she looked at her tormentor from last year. “I can’t let her get to me,” Betty thought, digging her fingernails into her hand. Her reaction was strong enough to draw Veronica’s notice.
“Betty, dear, are you all right? Is it that positively rank smell from the bathrooms that’s affecting you?”
“No Veronica,” Betty replied, unclenching her hands. “Let’s just keep moving.”
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Betty invited Veronica to come eat lunch with her and her friends. Kevin, of course, tagged along, complimenting Veronica’s outfit and witty remarks the whole way. They were joined by Jughead, a skinny, sardonic individual who seemed skeptical of Veronica’s attitude, and Archie. Betty felt her heart beat a little faster has he sat down with his guitar.
Over lunch, the friends caught up. Archie filled them in on his burgeoning music career and desire to become a professional singer. Betty noticed with a small pang of jealousy the way that Veronica was eyeing Archie, but tried her best to shrug it off. Everything was progressing as normal until Cheryl haughtily approached their lunch bench.
“What have we here? Is Ugly Betty stuffing her face with her usual grace?”
Though Cheryl’s cutting remark hurt deeply, Betty couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Cheryl’s “brand” was red – her red hair, red lipstick, and red clothes framed her buxom figure. With an incredible ass and rotten heart, it was no wonder that Cheryl was the captain of the cheerleading team, Betty thought to herself.
“Why don’t you back off, Cheryl. Betty needs your negativity less than you need that horribly gaudy outfit.” Veronica sneered back.
Betty was shocked. Nobody ever spoke to Cheryl this way. She looked around for reactions. Jughead looked amused, Archie looked worried, and Cheryl’s underlings looked flabbergasted. But Cheryl herself looked more impressed than taken aback.
“You know, I kind of like your style new girl. I guess having a jailbird Daddy makes you a little tougher. I’d like you to try out for the Vixens this afternoon.”
“I’ll only go if Betty comes with me,” Veronica fired back.
Betty was now even more shocked than she was a moment ago. She didn’t expect to be dragged into this. But before she had had a chance to respond, Cheryl had burst into laughter.
“Fine! Bring that bloated cow,” Cheryl spat, “and let’s see if you both have what it takes to be elite.” With that, Cheryl stormed off, lackeys in tow.
“Veronica, I can’t do this!” Betty said, her heart racing to her throat. “Cheryl hates me, she calls me fat, she..”
“Don’t worry about it B”, Veronica said. “We’re going to make the team no matter what Cheryl thinks. That’s a Lodge guarantee.”
“I think it’s a great idea!” Kevin piped up. “I do too,” said Archie, and all of a sudden Betty felt she had no choice in the matter.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” Betty said to a beaming Veronica. Despite herself, she felt hopeful. Maybe Veronica would help even the odds a bit this time around.
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As Betty was finishing up her lunch, she felt a customary pressure in her lower abdomen. She had long lived her life under the thumb of her authoritarian mother, adhering to strict study schedules and regimented extracurricular activities. As a result, her bathroom use followed an equally predictable pattern. After getting rid of a night’s worth of pent-up urine each morning, Betty would wait until the end of lunch period to make her next bathroom trip at roughly 12:30 each day. She would empty her bladder, wash her hands, and have time to make her 12:35 class. Her next bathroom break would take place at 3:00pm, right after the final school bell rang. This way, she would never miss any class time, and could show up to her after-school activities unfettered by her anatomical needs.
“Excuse me everyone, I’m going to go freshen up before class.” Betty delivered her customary line before standing up from the bench to go perform her daily ritual.
“Wait up, Betty, I’ll come with you too!” Veronica said, getting up hurriedly with her Louis Vutton purse draped across her shoulder.
Betty’s heart fell. Growing up, she had always been closer with guys than girls, and didn’t have much experience with bathroom buddies. What’s more, Betty had always felt awkward “going” in front of people, particularly given some of her prior experiences in the school bathrooms.
Without trying to, Betty recalled a horrifying moment toward the end of last year. Like clockwork, she had come in after lunch to use the ladies room. That day, Cheryl and her cronies had been fixing their makeup at the mirrors, paying her no mind as she went into the stall to do her business. Her pee was standard, gushing forth from between her legs in a powerful stream that hissed as it touched the front of the porcelain and dribbled down into the water. As she relaxed the muscles in her lower body, she unintentionally relaxed a bit too much. The greasy burger she had eaten at Pop’s the day before made itself known with a rumbling in her lower gut, and before she could stop it…
“BRAPPPP”
A thunderous fart echoed off the bowl, serving as a coda to the urination which had tapered down into a weak stream. Betty felt her heart pound and her face turned a deep vermillion, praying that nobody outside would react. She wasn’t that lucky – Cheryl’s cronies cackled while the Queen Bee screamed in disgust that it smelled like a squirrel had died. As the stink of overripe meat engulfed Betty’s nostrils, she heard the door slam – cronies still laughing, Cheryl still screaming about calling an exterminator. She’d been too afraid to use the school bathrooms for weeks after that, and the memory was etched into her brain. But she couldn’t think of a reason to ask Veronica to stay back without sounding crazy, so she said nothing as her new friend followed her to the toilets.
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Betty swung open the ladies’ room door with some trepidation, Veronica in tow. As she walked toward the stall furthest away from the door, she noticed that Veronica wasn’t following her. Instead, the buxom new girl had paused at the mirrors, leaning against the sink. Betty paused for a moment.
“Oh, go ahead,” Veronica said. “I’d sooner die than eliminate waste on these Bates motel-esque toilets. I’m just here for the company.”
“So you’re not going to use the school bathrooms at all?” Betty ventured.
“No. We Lodge women have a great deal of bodily control, particularly over our more unsavory needs. Daddy made me sit through a dinner with the Ambassador to Belgium for 8 hours once without a single bathroom break and perform a dance after – I didn’t spring a single leak. I think I can wait long enough to use my private commode.”
“Okay,” Betty said uncertainly, pushing open her stall door.
Betty pulled down her red skirt and white panties. Though she would never speak to Veronica about it, Betty didn’t like sitting on the school toilets either. Instead, she hovered over the seat to avoid the urine spray from previous visitors. Nobody else was in the bathroom. Betty tried to relax.
But, despite her consistency, Betty found that she couldn’t go. She was far too self-conscious knowing that Veronica would hear every movement and sound in this bathroom. Her face burned with shame as she remembered her Cheryl encounter. Even if Veronica was nice to her now, she was still a prissy girl at heart – she would be disgusted if she heard Betty going to bathroom in front of her. As Betty strained to expel her bladder, she found that she just could not get her stream started.
After pushing on her pelvic muscles a bit more to no avail, Betty began to feel very aware of how long it was taking. As long as Veronica was there, she decided, she couldn’t relieve herself, and she was far too shy to ask Veronica to wait outside so she could pee in peace. Instead, she flushed the still clear toilet in defeat, unlocked the stall, and went out to wash her hands. Veronica was waiting at the mirror, inspecting her makeup as Betty duly applied soap and water. “I guess I’ll just have to come back later,” Betty thought.
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By the time the bell rang at 3pm, Betty was dying for the bathroom. She didn’t want to ask to leave and miss risking any of her classes. But, she thought ruefully, it hardly made a difference. She hadn’t been able to concentrate in Biology, tapped her leg all the way through World History, and was discreetly grabbing her womanhood in Spanish. “I really underestimated the importance of routine,” Betty thought to herself. When the Spanish teacher finally said “Hasta luego”, Betty felt like kissing him. She had remained dry so far, but at this level of desperation, she knew her panties wouldn’t be pristine much longer.
As she scurried to the bathroom, pressing her legs together, she ran into Cheryl and Veronica talking in the hallway. Betty tried to sidestep the conversation, but Cheryl noticed her.
“Where are you off to Betty? Cheerleading tryouts started 10 minutes ago. You and your criminal floozy here are going to have to run to get changed.”
“What are you talking about Cheryl,” Betty replied with alarm. “Class just ended!”
“Yes, but I had penciled you in for 2:50.” Cheryl replied with glee. “Now come along, no dilly-dallying. Let’s see if you’ll make history as the first cheerleading whale today.”
“Come on B,” Veronica said, clearly annoyed with Cheryl’s antics. “Let’s just play by her rules for now. I promise we’re going to smash these tryouts, and then that hipster Prince Harry will be all over you.”
“Okay,” Betty said unsure. She was still aching to release her overfull bladder, but couldn’t admit that to Veronica, and especially not to Cheryl. Pushing her legs together a little tighter, she followed Veronica and Cheryl to the girls’ locker room.
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“Dammit,” Veronica thought, “I could really use the little ladies’ room pronto.”
Despite her earlier bluster about her bladder capacity to Betty, Veronica was still feeling the effects of not urinating for an entire school day. At her old school, the bathrooms had been immaculate. Veronica still saved her more “serious” business for home, of course, but she never had trouble peeing freely while talking with her friends about which boys they were dating and which clubs they would go to that weekend. But she had seen the Riverdale toilets, and the staff here simply weren’t keeping the toilets clean at a satisfactory level. “No,” she thought to herself, “I can hold it. I’ve held it for longer. I’m a Lodge woman, and I won’t let my body control me.”
Veronica looked over at Betty. The girls were changing in to their loaner Vixen outfits for the tryouts, and Betty was taking quite a while. Come to think of it, Betty had been awfully fidgety since they got to the locker room, and Veronica noticed her casting longing glances over by the toilets. Veronica wondered if Betty was facing the same struggles that she was.
“Well, she went at lunchtime, so I’m sure she’s probably doing far better than I am,” Veronica thought ruefully.
Even if she wanted to, Veronica knew she couldn’t use the toilets now. Cheryl was standing in front of them, arms folded, as Veronica and Betty were changing. Thanks to Cheryl’s little stunt, Veronica and Betty were being forced to tryout well before any of the other girls.
“That ginger Mean Girls wannabe has another thing coming,” Veronica thought. “Still, since we’re going so early, we should probably be fine. I’ll just perform, shine, and then make a beeline for it!”
Just then Veronica heard a yelp. She and Cheryl turned her attention to Betty, who was doubled over and the source of the sudden sound.
“Everything okay B?”
“Yep! Just stubbed my toe. Almost ready!”
Betty had finally gotten the skimpy cheerleader outfit on. Cheryl’s influence meant that the uniforms were far skimpier than the clothes Betty was wearing before, Veronica noticed. With a skirt that ended well above the knees, Betty looked far more in the mold of the typical Riverdale Vixen. Veronica was excited to show her new friend how to stand up to girls like Cheryl. She just hoped she was okay.
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Betty was not okay. After shuffling into the girls’ locker room like a water balloon filled to the brim, she had to change in front of Veronica and Cheryl. Worst of all, she couldn’t pop into the toilets without risking Cheryl’s wrath. She wasn’t even sure she’d want to go, she thought ruefully, as the last thing she needed was Cheryl hearing her use the toilets again.
But putting on the uniform with an overfull bladder was an arduous task. Betty felt herself sweating despite the frigid gym locker air. Worse yet, she could have sworn that the moisture between her legs was greater than the moisture on the rest of her body. “I really hope I’m not leaking,” Betty thought to herself.
As she bent over to tie her shoe, a sudden jolt stabbed in her urethra. She shrieked as she felt a spot of warm wetness trickle past her lips and land with a spot on her underwear.
“Ah!”
She told Veronica a lie about stubbing her toe when the latter asked about the noise, but Betty’s mind was elsewhere. She felt a dime-sized patch against her underwear, which were luckily hidden underneath the cheerleader skirt stopper. Yet, both her underwear and the skirt were white. “I hope it doesn’t show!” she thought nervously.
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Betty and Veronica stood on the hardwood floor facing Cheryl. Veronica was staring daggers at the redheaded bombshell, while Betty tried her hardest to stand up straight without grabbing herself. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as Cheryl belted out instructions.
“Betty, you’re up first. Please try not to embarrass yourself like last year.”
“Gee, thanks Cheryl,” Betty thought to herself, but nodded back at the other girl. Betty limped over to where Cheryl was gesturing, willing the contents of her bladder to stay inside. She could still feel the wet spot against her genitals from the accidental emission earlier, cooling against her white panties.
“Okay, Betty, here’s the deal. You’re going to have to perform a five-minute routine to a song of my choice. Soon, the rest of the girls will be here, and you and your extra friend will have to mingle and do some group exercises. Peachy keen, but knowing how brain-dead you are, I assume you’ll flunk this in the first minute.”
Normally, Cheryl’s barbs would bother Betty more, but all she could do in response at this point was nod again. Her bladder felt as though it were on fire, and her cute white panties felt like they were sticking to her body. She had no idea how she was going to get through this exercise, but she would rather be caught dead than admit to Cheryl she needed a potty break. Cheryl would never let her live it down, and worse still, it would be embarrassing to show such weakness in front of her new friend.
“Okay, go!”
Betty tried to put all thoughts of her bladder away as the loopy electronic music came on. Just as she had practiced the year before, Betty pranced around the hardwood floor. Despite her very pressing need, she smoothly executed a series of kicks and jumps without too much trouble. “This is going pretty well!” Betty thought to herself, as she lunged into her next move. “The music is winding down, and I’ll be able to pop off to the bathroom soon.”
“Now split!” Cheryl screamed, as the music came to a halt.
Betty wasn’t expecting that; while she had practiced the standard cheerleading fare, she had only executed a split a handful of times. Even worse, she knew that the move would tax her ready to burst bladder. Still she had no choice, and grimaced as she jumped up and spread her legs.
“Ta-da!” Veronica shouted in support as Betty’s legs hit the floor.
But Betty could barely hear her. As her legs hit the floor, her bladder decided it had enough for now. With a jolt, Betty realized that the floodgates were loosened by the impact and decided to open. Her ass felt warm as a small puddle of urine flowed out of her tired urethra, pooling inside her underwear. Using all the self-control she could muster, she cut the flow off with a burning sensation lingering in her thighs.
“It’s only a little bit,” Betty thought. “Nobody will notice.”
Betty cautiously got up, and saw that she was right – there was only a tiny wet spot on the floor. At this point, though, she felt that she would definitely need to change her panties. “Luckily I can finally get in to the bathroom now!”
Her heart sank as she saw all the other girls filing in from the locker room into the gym. Cheryl grinned. “Well, it looks as though Riverdale’s resident livestock has finally learned how to shake her flat ass. Betty dearest, one final thing for your tryout. Stand on the top of a pyramid so my girls and I can practice by holding up a blimp.”
“I thought I was done Cheryl. Can I take a break?”
“Absolutely not,” Cheryl said, “unless you want to forfeit here and now. The door is over there.”
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Veronica watched as her friend nervously eyed the girls in charge of hoisting her up – Cheryl and one of her cronies. At this point, her own desperation had started to make itself more known. She was surreptiously grabbing at her vagina cloaked beneath her Victoria’s Secret thong, and prayed that the tryouts wouldn’t take much longer. Her bladder pulsated against the front of her uniform, and she felt far more bloated than was acceptable.
“Are you ready, Betty dearest?” Cheryl intoned with mock sincerity.
Betty gritted her teeth, tears starting to well in her eyes. Her legs were shaking of their own volition, her face felt hot, and her panties felt very damp. She was sure that the wet spot from earlier had tripled in size. But, seeing no choice in front of her, Betty made a noise of assent.
“One, two, three!”
Cheryl and the other girl lifted Betty up into the air. From this vantage point, Betty could see around ten other girls looking directly at her, including a rather shifty Veronica. Before Betty could process this, though, she felt her body drop slightly and squealed in surprise.
“Oopsie!” Cheryl called out below, “you’re just so heavy, it’s hard to keep you up.”
Betty disliked being on top of the pyramid due to a minor fear of heights. Cheryl’s sudden dip worried her, but she swallowed and steeled her nerves. Clenching her sphincter as tightly as possible, Betty looked into the distance to keep balance. Cheryl, however had other plans in mind.”
“Gosh, Betty, I think there must be a weight limit for cheering,” Cheryl exclaimed, playfully dragging Betty’s leg down before hoisting it back up again. For Betty, though, this was too much.
Her overtaxed bladder, filled with eight hours of hydration, began issuing a stream from under her stained panties. It spilled forth in a clear arc, running down her leg and shooting out into space. Betty felt hot tears fall down her face as her urine ran down her leg at the top of the pyramid.
Cheryl felt warm liquid running on to her head. She looked up to see if a sprinkler had broken, only to feel hot, light-yellow urine splash on to her red hair and drip into her eyes.
“Ahhh!” she yelled, involuntarily dropping Betty out of surprise. The girl to her left, finding herself holding one leg and urinated on as well, dropped her too.
The three girls crashed on the hardwood floor. Betty’s pee hadn’t stopped, with golden jets still squirting out into a puddle. Cheryl’s pristine red hair was now flat against her head, matted with Betty’s excretion. For her part, Betty silently sobbed, wondering how she would ever live out this embarrassment. The rest of the girls looked on in shock, until a sudden noise burst through.
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Veronica had never seen anything so funny in her life. While she felt bad for Betty, the image of her pee dropping on to an unsuspecting Cheryl sent her into fits of hysteria. While the rest of the gym stayed silent, Veronica screamed out in laughter at the precise moment that Cheryl screamed out in frustration, and found that she couldn’t stop laughing. She gasped for air as the scene replayed in her mind – the Queen Bee of Riverdale getting pissed on during tryouts.
Unfortunately, the scene was too funny. Veronica felt her knees grow week as she doubled over trying to catch her breath. Her muscles loosened involuntarily, and with sudden alarm, she realized that her own bladder was weakening. A single stream of urine ran down her leg. Unlike Betty, who had been hydrating all day, Veronica hadn’t had much to drink to avoid using the facilities. Now, bright yellow urine rained down into her white tennis shoes, staining them the color of daises, and a strong ammonia stink filled the air around her.
“Oh my God, the new bitch is pissing herself too!” one of the other girls shrieked.
It was true, Veronica’s pee had begun to puddle beneath her feet as she couldn’t stop laughing. The smelly amber liquid left an opaque puddle on the hardwood floor, and several girls stepped away from the kneeled over Veronica to avoid get their own feet wet.
As Veronica felt her bladder void, her laughter turned to sobs.
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“So, I guess I have to transfer out of Riverdale now.”
Betty and Veronica sat on the benches in the main Riverdale hallway, still in their messy clothes. Cheryl’s wrath had been too much to risk lingering in the gym for.
“Well, I’m right there with you B. This might be the worst first possible impression a girl could make.”
“Hey, at least we made the team.” Surprisingly, after screaming at them for ten minutes in front of the other girls, Cheryl’s anger cooled slightly. In a menacing tone, she told them that both of them were now Riverdale Vixens.
“Yeah, but she said we only got on so that it would be easier to punish us.”
Veronica laughed. “I told you we could get on. A Lodge always holds up her promises.”
Despite herself, Betty began to laugh. With Veronica around and a spot on the River Vixens, this year was shaping up to be the craziest one yet. |
Raphtalia's character design for those who haven't seen the anime!
Raphtalia loved Naofumi. He had rescued her from her slavery, after all. He had raised her and taken good care of her, and she was very thankful for everything he had done for her. However, what she didn't love was the amount of traveling that they had to do. They could never stay in one town for very long, due to Naofumi's circumstances. When they weren't fighting off the waves or sleeping, it seemed like they were almost always in the wagon, traveling all over the country. They would spend hours and hours in the wagon, which caused problems for Raphtalia. This was due to her sensitive stomach, and admittedly weak bladder. As a demi-human, she wasn't a stranger to relieving herself outside. After all, during her years of captivity she had rarely been given access to a bathroom, forced to go outside or in her cage. The problem wasn't that she couldn't relieve herself outside, but that she felt embarrassed about doing so in front of Naofumi. It felt scandalous, so she instead opted to hold her bladder during these trips.
When Raphtalia woke up that morning, she hadn't been expecting to travel again. Perhaps wistful thinking, but they had only gotten to rest for a single night. She stretched her arms up, closing her soft pinkish eyes and yawning.
"Good morning Filo, and Naofumi-sama." She greeted Naofumi, and her filolial friend. Filo felt like a little sister to her, and she did care about her. She could get awfully annoying at times though, and was the biggest glutton Raphtalia had ever met. Filo hopped out of bed and started rambling on, which Raphtalia chose to tune out. She quickly changed into her armor, pulling her thigh-high boots up her legs and turning around in time to hear Filo start complaining that she wanted to be fed.
"Don't be such a glutton Filo, we need to leave soon." Raphtalia scolded the little filolial, who just stuck her tongue out at Raphtalia. Filo ran up to Naofumi and hugged him, and Raphtalia turned away from the scene. She felt jealous of Filo, but didn't want to throw a fit. She knew Filo was just trying to get a reaction out of her. Naofumi went to make a quick meal and Filo trailed after him. When they were out of sight, Raphtalia turned around and quickly went to the bathroom. She pulled her panties down and let out a relaxed sigh, glad she could have her morning pee without Naofumi knowing. The long stream splashed against the water beneath her and she closed her eyes, enjoying the relaxing feeling of emptying herself. She'd have to wait until after the wagon ride before she could relieve herself again. That was another thing about Filo that made Raphtalia jealous. She was able to use the restroom around Naofumi without feeling embarrassed about her need. Filo was more than happy to let Naofumi know that she needed a quick pee break when they were traveling.
Raphtalia quickly walked to the kitchen, joining Naofumi and Filo at the table. It was a fairly simple meal, some toast, fruit, and a glass of water. They couldn't afford to spend very much money, so often had to eat pretty light. Filo didn't like this, but also wasn't very picky at all. She'd often eat random things she could find during their travels.
"Is everyone ready to go?" Naofumi asked, and the two girls nodded. The trio walked outside, Filo transforming into her massive bird form. After loading all of their belongings into the wagon and hooking Filo up, they were ready to go. Raphtalia sat in the back, while Naofumi sat in the front to guide Filo. Raphtalia rested her head down and curled up, deciding to catch up on the sleep she had missed since they had woken up and gotten ready so early. She felt herself drift off almost instantly.
When Raphtalia woke up, the sun had risen high in the sky. She sat up and rubbed her eyes sleepily, her ears swiveling around as she recognized her surroundings. It looked as if they were in the middle of nowhere, the wagon shaking due to the rocky path that they were on. Being shaken around made her realize that a certain need had built up, which was probably why she had woken up. She needed to pee, her bladder had filled up pretty quickly. She wasn't sure how many hours she had slept for, but clearly enough for her body to refill her previously empty bladder. She squeezed her thighs together, before opting to cross her legs to try and relieve the pressure she felt. Luckily, it wasn't that bad, and she felt she could hold it awhile longer if she was careful.
"Master, can we take a break? I need to peeeee!" Raphtalia heard Filo shout, turning her head in that direction. The wagon quickly stopped and Filo switched forms, running off into the forest with a hand between her legs. She really was such a kid, holding herself in public like that.
"Do you need to go as well?" Naofumi asked, and Raphtalia quickly shook her head, blushing in embarrassment. She knew the smart decision would be to take this chance to relieve herself, but she still couldn't get over the thought of doing something like that with Naofumi knowing, let alone being near her. Filo returned a few minutes later, a content expression on her face.
"Don't you need to pee, nee-chan?" Filo asked her and Raphtalia pouted. Why were they both suddenly so determined that she needed the bathroom. She uncrossed her legs in attempt to prove a point, ignoring the pang in her bladder that told her she shouldn't have done that.
"I don't need to go, lets keep moving." She muttered, and Filo just shrugged, transforming back into a bird and continuing to pull the wagon towards their destination. When the two had turned around, she crossed her legs again, squirming a bit. She knew she'd be fine though, surely she could hold it longer than this. She wasn't a kid like Filo, she was a mature lady, and wanted to prove it to Naofumi. Mature lady's did not need bathroom breaks. She would be fine, probably...
I'll continue this soon if people are interested in a second part! This is mostly just to set up the premise :3 |
Carly awoke to very strong shaking of her leg. It was her best friend, Ashley, waking her up. They were supposed to go to the State Fair at 11am. It was 8am.
"Shit." Carly thought herself. "Slept over by an hour."
She quickly hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to start her morning routine. She put her makeup on as fast as she could without messing up. She was rather proud of herself for having it done in such a quick time. Now for the complicated part, her outfit.
Carly was a little bit more heavy set than most girls her age but not overweight by any means. She was 5'7, 150lbs soaking wet. She opened her closet door in an attempt to find a top. She pulled out a floral pattern white and red sundress, a blue and black striped tank top, and solid green knee-length dress. She had always preferred dresses over pants and shorts any day. She decided the floral red and white sundress. It was a little bit shorter than the other dress, but not slutty. She liked the dress because it was simple and very free flowing.
"Carly! Let's go! It's already 10:30." shouted Ashley from down the stairs.
"I'm almost ready! I just gotta find my flats!" exclaimed Carly.
Carly has completely lost track of the time. She scrambled to find her red and white flats. They matched really well with her dress. They had roses printed all over them. Carly ran down stairs to meet Ashley and leave. She noticed she could feel an immediate pressure in her bladder.
"Fuck. I know we're running behind but I have to go pee so bad." exclaimed Carly
"How did you just now realize this?! We're gonna be late!" said Ashley.
"Calm down. I'll be quick I promise."
"If we're late and I miss the giveaway for the concert tickets I'm gonna be so mad. So hurry up. Please!"
Carly exited the bathroom a minute later, very clearly relieved. Ashley didn't say anything to her but she did nod. They got in the car and left for the fair. It was a very uneventful 20 minute drive to the fairgrounds, as usual.
3:00 PM
"Carly! Hurry up! I gotta go pee so bad!" Screamed Ashley. "Please! I'm about to pee myself!"
"Fuck Ash, hang on. After this booth, we will go because I really have to go too. Five minutes."
"I don't think I can wait five minutes Carly....I can feel it trying to escape!"
"Why didn't you say something before we got in line for this?? I guess we will go NOW!" sighed Carly. She was a very disappointed because at that booth, was her favorite TV anchor. She had such a crush on him. And to make things worse for her, He was SINGLE. She wanted so badly to shoot her shot with him but Ashley's baby bladder was gonna ruin it for her.
The two made their way to bathroom as quickly as they could. Carly really didn't have to pee THAT bad. Not compared to Ashley anyways. But she figured she'd go ahead and go since she had been drinking a lot that day. They finally made it to the bathroom. No line. Thank goodness. Ashley darted for the closest stall. "Fuckkkkk this feels so good..." exclaimed Ashley from inside the stall. Carly decided at the last second to not go. The bathrooms weren't exactly the cleanest so she was gonna try to find another one.
Ashley emerged a minute later, very clearly relieved. "Oh my god, I feel like a new woman." said Ashely.
"Well, I still gotta go. And these are disgusting. Can we go find another one? Please Ash?"
"You're a damn germ-a-phobe know that? Lets go try to find you a 'cleaner' bathroom."
"Yay! Because I really gotta go now."
Carly had secreted always enjoyed holding her pee and had even done it a few times in private. Although, she usually went she had to go this badly. She thought she was strong enough to make it somewhere else. And if not, well, at least she wasn't wearing pants the would reveal the accident. She absolutely didn't want to have an accident though. She was 27 years old, gonna be 28 in two weeks. Accidents were for little kids and teenagers who had never experienced this sensation before. She had plenty of experience though so she didn't have an excuse, at least her mind.The pair had been walking for roughly 15 minutes trying to find one where she felt a small spurt of pee escape.
"Ashley. We gotta go back. Its getting really bad." begged Carly.
"This was your idea. If you wanna turnaround its up to you. But I can literally see one over there." stated Ashley.
"Fuck lets go. I can't wait much longer."
Carly might've made a critical error waiting this long. She was really regretting not going when Ashley did. The last time she had to go this bad, she was a teenager and didn't know her limits. She ruined her favorite pair of khakis and her drivers seat. But that's another story for another time. Right now, she was dying to pee. But relief was in sight. Just another hundred feet or so. At this point she was walking with a slight cant to her. It helped relieve the pressure. She feeling a spurt with every step. She was starting to panic. She wanted to do nothing more than throw her hands between her legs and regain control like she always does when its THIS bad. But she was too self conscious to do that. She was already worried someone would see her dilemma and laugh. And it was obvious now. She was almost running now. Relief was SO close! All she had to do was open the stall, and drop her underwear. But that even seemed like a struggle. Her bladder felt like a brick was pushing it down and making it hundred times worse.
She ran in the first stall available, turned to lock the door, and attempted to sit down. But it was all in vain, her bladder said ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH! As soon as the door shut, her bladder unleashed its load. 4 1/2 hours of pent up pee, down her legs, and flooding the floor. She tried to pull her dress up as quickly as she could and sit down. She managed to get most of it in the toilet. But the poor lady next to her had to lift her feet to avoid the flood. She didn't say anything but "Oh dang. Are you okay miss?" Carly was mortified. She didn't say a word. She just sat there. Blood red. After a few minutes, the lady got up and left. Carly slowly peered under the stall with her phone, hoping she was alone. She was. She slowly removed her drenched underwear from her ankles. "What do I do with these? They are drenched." she whispered to herself. "I'll just ball them up and toss them." She slowly emerged from the stall, checked for witnesses, and tossed them. She washed her hands very thoroughly as they had a decent amount of pee on them.
She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later to find Ashley, hysterically laughing at Carly for having an accident, in public, at the Fair! "How the hell did she know?!" thought Carly.
"What are you talking about Ash?" asked Carly while trying not to blush.
"I can't believe you PEED yourself!" laughed Ashley. "The lady that just came out asked me if I was waiting on my daughter, I said 'No Ma'am, I don't have a daughter. 'and she said, 'Well, I think somebody just had an accident in the bathroom. If you were waiting for somebody to come out, you might wanna check on them. Poor girl. I'd be mortified.' said Ashley.
"Well, If I recall correctly, you literally almost peed yourself earlier. So I don't wanna hear it right now Ash. I just wanna forget about it okay? pleaded Carly.
"Fine, I'll be quiet."
"Thank you. I just wanna go to the car and hide. I feel so embarrassed."
Ashley nodded. The two slowly made their way to the car. Carly was so humiliated. She was an adult. How does this happen. She knew her limits. She has better self control than this. But how could this happen?!? To her, in PUBLIC! Carly started to tear up. She knew nobody could see her or know what happened. But that didn't matter. She felt like a child. The two finally made it to the car after what felt like a year long walk.
"Hey Carly....are you still....still 'wet'?"
"What...Oh...no. My dress didn't get wet and I left the undies in the trash can in the bathroom."
"Oh. Well look, I'm sorry about what I said after it happened. It wasn't very mature. I feel really bad about it....Will you ever forgive me?"
"Ash, You're my best friend. I know you didn't mean anything by it deep down. Just promise me you will NEVER say anything about this to anyone ever. Okay?"
"I promise." stated Ashley.
The ride home was very dull. Carly couldn't stop thinking about the accident. How disappointed she was in herself. But she had never felt such a thrill again. She was intrigued but highly embarrassed about it. She had always liked holding her pee, but never to this extent or in public. She was always the girl who knew where the bathroom was. She wouldn't ever involuntarily put herself in this position. Well, she let her guard down and this happened.Lesson learned. But boy, was she excited. She almost wanted to do it again just to feel the rush again. |
Jenny and Tom were having a lovely evening having a little dinner date. It was by no means fancy, but not a McDonalds either. They spent their time lovingly chatting about their lives. Jenny deeply loved Tom, and had been dating him for a few months now. She decided tonight would be the night she would give her virginity to him. Jenny had a lot to drink that night, some of it being alcohol to calm her nerves. She wanted tonight to be perfect, as did Tom. Tom was prepared with his favorite ultra thin Trojan condoms both flavored and not, ones with ridges to better pleasure Jenny.
Jenny was a busty blonde with G cup breasts, standing at 5’4’’ She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, in contrast to Tom’s jet black hair and dark green hair. And against the stereotype, Jenny was actually a very smart girl. She had done a lot of personal research into sex and pleasure which was not simply just masturbating, but actual research. And in that research she had found that the pleasure of sex could be intensified by having a full bladder during the act. Strange, she thought but she had practiced while masturbating a few times and found it to be true. It was much more pleasurable with a full bladder so she practiced holding while being pleasured to make sure she wouldn’t pee on her partner.
Fast forward back to present day, the two wasted no time in getting close and hands-y. They kissed gently at first, but it grew more passionate as time when on. Jenny tried to keep her squirming subtle, not wanting Tom to notice it. Which thankfully seemed to work as Tom unsnapped Jenny’s bra with one hand behind her back and pulled it out from under her shirt to feel her breasts. “So soft and big, all for me babe? You shouldn’t have” he said in a sexy gruff voice as he also in one swift motion pulled Jenny’s light pink shirt over her head and cast it aside for the night. He started by feeling up her chest, making sure to give it lots of attention, especially her erect nipples. He smiled as he felt them, then slowly, as if to build suspense, took one nipple in his mouth and licked it for Jenny to see.
Jenny whimpered in pleasure at Tom’s actions and it was music to his ears. As he let go of the nipple in his mouth with a small pop, Jenny started tugging at Tom’s formal white shirt. Tom chuckled and took it off. “Did you like that baby, Want more of daddy?” He asked as her eyes and hands roamed over his tanned washboard abs. He let this go on until she laid her hands down and whimpered needily again. “Don’t feel like using your words tonight do you? Fine then, you are no longer allowed. If you say a word it had better be your safeword. But your moans are like a symphony, so I expect plenty of those” He said in a harsh, dominant voice.
Jenny nodded, she knew her safeword by heart, but she didn’t plan on using it tonight unless she might pee on Tom. She hoped that wouldn’t happen, because she did sometimes pee once she came still.
Tom put a gag on Jenny to make sure she wouldn’t accidentally disobey, he had come prepared. He didn’t want to punish Jenny during their first play together after all. After playing with her breast for a few more minutes before getting up off the bed completely, causing Jenny to look at him questioningly. He went over to his dresser drawer and pulled out some handcuffs and a spreader bar. He turned Jenny on her stomach (much to her bladder’s displeasure and her excitement) and handcuffed her hands behind her back. She could tap the cuffs three times to safeword, which she knew. And the spreader bar kept her legs spread and imobile.
Though Jenny could see nothing but the pillow she lay on, she could clearly hear the distinct, purposeful sound of Tom undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper and the small thud of his pants hitting the floor. After a final sound, what can only be Tom ripping open a condom wrapper with his teeth and putting it on, then, silence. Several seconds passed of nothing, no movements or sound. And right when Jenny had thought that Tom was never to penetrate her, she felt him on top of her. His 6 inch, fully hard dick brushed up against the lips of her pussy ever so gently and he gently started to go inside of them and her inner lips, the tip of his penis, brushing up against her hole. He leaned down carefully “Are you ready for daddy, baby? I’m gonna go in now” He said as he slowly penetrated her, not wanting to hurt her.
He slowly inched his way halfway before he paused and spoke again “So tight for daddy, baby. I barely fit, you’re such a good girl, saving yourself for daddy. I’m gonna go in more now” He breathed huskily as he inched himself the rest of the way. He waited for her to adjust to his size before slowly beginning to thrust inside of his lover and hear her little noises of pleasure behind the gag and feeling her try to squirm under him. It was a slow build, but soon enough he was thrusting inside of her roughly.
Jenny was in heaven, her insides were tingly and alive with pleasure. She didn’t know how long she could last. A query which Tom picked up on. “You gonna cum for me baby? Cum nice and hard with daddy’s hard cock in your amazing pussy?” And that threw Jenny over the edge as she came with a shrill scream around the gag. Tom kept thrusting through her orgasm and came soon after in the condom as well.
After a few minutes of recovery, Tom kissed Jenny’s cheek, got up and got her out of the gag and all of her bindings “How was it babe?” He asked as he got out her favorite cuddle blanket to snuggle in. Jenny ran to the bathroom without answering, causing Tom to laugh. “That good huh?” he asked.
Jenny came back with a blush, but decided not to explain “It was magical, just as I knew it would be. We must do that again sometime. I love you Tom.” She sighed dreamily, knowing she would have to do holds a lot more often to make sure she would be desperate if Tom sprung on her, but for now she just wanted to rest, she felt worn after that experience. She had enjoyed it, but it was tiring. Tom wrapped her up in the blanket after changing into his pajamas and climbed into the bed. “I am so glad babe, I love you too.” he said and turned on a movie before giving one final kiss to the top of her head and they both drifted off to sleep together with the movie in the background so they could wake up in the morning to go about their adult lives again. But in their minds and hearts, both knew that they would be doing this again, very very soon if they could help it. It was like a dream. A dream they both wanted to have again. Maybe Jenny would have to tell Tom her secret. Maybe.
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Finally it's there; the promised rewrite of a story I started when the Mayan calendar was still going strong. Some things changed a bit, some things stayed the same, some things are completely different. I figured repetition of some stuff isn't that bad since the first chapter was written 7 years ago in exactly one month so it won't be fresh in anyone's memory and newer people probably missed it anyway. One of the major changes is that I finished it. I won't be posting everything at once though, endless walls of text don't really work imo. Especially when it's about a third of an average book but it's actually all just a fetish story.
So let's just start with chapter one.
Friday part I – Trip Down Memory Lane
“Time to wake up!” Julie’s mother shouted. “We’ll leave in an hour!”
Slowly, Julie awoke. After about a minute of her brain starting up slowly, she remembered what was going to happen; they would spend a long weekend at her grandparents, more than 300km away. She always liked going there when she was younger. Julie’s grandparents live on a big farm with all kinds of animals, and there was a forest nearby. No one lives near so they have all the space to do what they want. It had been years since they had been there, and another few since the last time they spent more than a few hours while passing by. Childhood memories of playing with the goats and making hideouts in the corn field, before they were forbidden from doing that, flooded her mind until her bladder signalled it was time to get up.
As Julie got out of bed and walked down the hall, she saw her mother hugging Kathy empathetically over something not uncommon; her blue pajamas were completely soaked. She had wet her bed again. Julie never gave her a hard time about this. After all, she too used to have the same problem even if it was never as bad as with her sister. She hadn’t peed herself awake or asleep for over a year now and even though that wasn’t something a nineteen year old should be proud of, it really felt like an achievement after the fear of never growing out of it after becoming an adult. It gave her the confidence to finally go to university after the summer and take residence there. In contrast, Kathy never seemed that bothered by it and their mom even bought cake two months ago when she hadn’t wet the bed for a week at seventeen, even though she did pee her pants that very same day. That’s the kind of level Julie was at when she was 12. Still, she knew Kathy couldn’t do much about it, and her getting used to it was for the better now that she turned eighteen and never even came close to repeating that dry week since.
She walked past the scene to relieve her own bladder on the toilet, after which she took a shower. Once back in her room she got out of her own pink pyjamas and panties, and put on her clean clothes she selected yesterday. She wore red panties and bra, a pair of blue jeans with a few fake rips, a white loose shirt and grey all stars. Her figure was skinny and on the short side, but slightly taller than her sister. She had wavy red hair that went down to about 10cm below her shoulders. Originally, it was black, inherited from her dad, whereas her sister had her mother’s almost straight blonde hair.
At breakfast she drank some fresh orange juice and a large mug of coffee and ate a bowl of cereal, just like her dad. She had started drinking coffee last year, and was already hooked on it. A few moments later they were joined by her mom and sister. Kathy wore a pleaded black skirt and a black and white striped top. Kathy quickly downed some juice and quickly ate some cereal; cleaning the sheets had taken up a lot of time, and it was time to leave. They loaded the trunk and they were ready to go. Parents in the front, Julie and Kathy in the back seat, like all traditional family road trips. With the planned stop halfway, the journey would take about 4 hours, so the girls had something with them to pass the time; Kathy had a handheld console and Julie read a book, just to have something more than a phone to look at for hours.
After about an hour, Julie totally immersed in the story and was completely unaware of her surroundings, but a sudden brake got her out of her trance. It was nothing serious and she continued reading, but now she became aware of something; she felt a twinge in her bladder. The liquids from breakfast and the bottle of water she had mindlessly finished while reading were filling it up and now that she was aware of her urge, she felt the need to cross her legs.
She continued reading, but her need for a bathroom stayed in the back of her head constantly and she was unable to fully concentrate. She tried to forget about it and get back into the world the words in front of her were describing, but after 15 minutes the pressure had increased noticeably and she had to put one of her hands between her legs to release some of the pressure. This made it even harder to read, and after another 10 minutes she could not concentrate on her book at all and just put it away. She was getting desperate now and needed relief soon. Normally she would be at school or at home around this time and such a breakfast never was a problem, but now she could not choose when to go to the toilet. Julie was not used to this at all.
“How long till the first stop?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“A little more than half an hour” her mom responded.
“More than half an hour, could I make that?” she thought, fidgeting. She had to. She could not ask for an earlier stop; it would be too embarrassing, especially now they were so close to the planned stop. It wasn’t her way anymore.
“Ehm, could we stop a bit earlier?” Julie heard from her left. Maybe she was saved; Kathy had put her console away and clearly needed the toilet too, judging from the hand that went under her skirt.
“We’re almost there honey, just a little more patience” her mother said.
“But I really need to pee!” Kathy said.
“You can make it another 30 minutes, didn’t you use the bathroom before we left?”
“…No, I forgot” Kathy answered, hanging her head.
“Well, then you’ll just have to hold it,” her father said sternly from behind the wheel. He was never too keen on the frequent stops they used to make on road trips, and now that both had gotten older they tried to keep it to planned stops.
Julie sighed. If they are not going to stop for her sister, they were definitely not going to stop for her. She put her book away, put both hands between her legs and looked out of the window. When she glanced back at Kathy, she saw her sister was constantly moving her legs, had pushed her skirt up and was massaging herself through her panties. This did no good on Julie’s bladder; she suddenly felt a strong twinge and had to hold herself through her jeans. She tried to keep it inconspicuous though, and while trying to not draw attention to herself a spurt made it through her urethra. She felt it moisten her panties, but she was in control again even though it was getting worse by the minute. Her bladder started to ache, and she now had to constantly clench her muscles as tight as she could. She cursed at herself mentally for not noticing she had to go, because after a first leak she knew she needed a bathroom soon.
“Oh my god, I can’t wet myself! I need to make it!” Julie thought. She started to doubt herself.
“Mom, how long?” Kathy asked.
“Just 20 minutes dear”
“20?!” Kathy said, disappointedly. She now put her second hand between her legs too after hiking her skirt up completely, and Julie quickly looked away. In addition to it feeling a bit rude to look at how Kathy was exposing her white panties and almost what was underneath by the constant squirming in the seat and squeezing of her hands, she felt like she couldn’t look at it for much longer without losing control. But she wasn’t like Kathy. She wouldn’t act like that anymore. It shouldn’t be necessary.
She started to rationalize. “Maybe, if Kathy has an accident before I lose control, they will stop earlier” she thought. “I only need to hold on until she pees!”
It really looked like it might happen any moment, but thinking of her possible relief seemed to increase Julie’s need even more. Or maybe it was just time progressing. She clenched her muscles even tighter than before and pushed her hands against the crotch of her jeans as hard as she could, but she could not prevent another small trickle from escaping. She closed the hole off again, but pressure never stopped building and another trickle made it past. And another. She clenched the hole shut again but it suddenly started hurting like hell, and still a slow but constant trickle made it through and her hands felt the crotch of her jeans getting warm; it had gone through her panties! She let out a small squeal as she realized this was it; her streak was ending.
“Do you need to pee too?” Kathy asked while leaning over, quietly enough that the parents didn’t hear.
“Yeah, it’s… urgent” Julie answered, red-headed. Every time she managed to stop the trickle it turned to spurts and every time she tried to stop the spurts they turned into a trickle. Slowly, warmth spread to her butt and back of her legs and tears started to well up. She looked out of the window, not ready yet to admit defeat. She uncrossed her legs and put her hands on her crotch to shield the wetness from Kathy.
Suddenly, they were cut off by a reckless driver, changing lanes. Julie’s dad hit the brakes abruptly to avoid a collision, with success.
“Are you alright back there?” He asked.
“Yes, I’m alright” Kathy answered right away.
“I…’m OK” Julie said, less convincing. She wasn’t OK though. Even the hands that reflexively jammed into her crotch couldn’t do anything about it anymore; her pee was violently pushed out of her, through her panties, through her jeans and over her hands before she moved them away. She looked down in defeat at the glistening wetness spreading in her crotch and the puddle forming between her legs. She lost all control, and could now clearly hear her stream hissing and hitting the crotch of her jeans.
“Jack, stop the car!” their mom said. “Kathy’s having an accident!”
“But I only peed a little bit!” Kathy replied indignantly.
“I hear you going, Kathy, I thought you were past lying about it.”
“That’s not me! It’s Julie!”
“Come on Kathy, I need to know that I can trust you to tell the truth when you’re having an accident,” their mother said.
“Just look!” Kathy now practically screamed, hunched over with her panties still exposed, removing one hand from her crotch to point at Julie.
She just sat there, red-faced and tears rolling down her cheeks, adding to the wetness on her jeans that now reached all around her butt and to her knees, flowing over the front of her seat and falling into the puddle on the floor between her feet as well as running down her legs into her socks and shoes. Now, with most of it out of her, she could finally stop the flow but the lake between her legs was still soaking into the seat below and flowing over the edge and loudly hitting the floor.
“Oh Julie… What happened? Why didn’t you say something?” her mom said, but she couldn’t answer. She just started sobbing, and as the water level decreased to below the edge of the seat it became the loudest sound in the car.
“I’m so sorry Julie, are you alright? Let’s pull over here and clean this up” Julie’s mom said. “We can also clean it 10 minutes from now” said her dad, lowering his window.
“Do you want everyone at the gas station to see that your nineteen year old daughter peed herself? And we can’t just let her sit in her own urine like this, we’re pulling over here.”
“Please pull over, I’m starting to go too!” Kathy added. Reluctantly, he gave in to the majority.
As soon as they stood still, Kathy jumped out, pulled her skirt back down and ran around the car towards the bushes, but she suddenly stopped a few meters from the car and parted her legs. Julie only saw the back of her sister, but her pose gave away the feeling of relief she felt when a few seconds later, a thick stream of pee with a few smaller ones dancing around it suddenly came falling down from under her skirt. She could see the sigh of relief Kathy gave before she looked down at her accident, pulling up the front of her skirt to look at it. She always did this if she was wearing a skirt or dress, and when she was a kid nobody ever cared about it. But she kept on doing it as she got older, and it had gotten too awkward to say anything about it.
Getting out of the car and getting out of her dripping wet clothes was like a haze for Julie. The sight of her soaked jeans, socks, shoes and panties, the small light red spot on the front of them betraying the wetness on the rest of the fabric, on the asphalt got cemented in her memories as a moment out of time. Her smiling sister just let her panties fall to the ground next to them, got a clean pair out of the trunk and got back into the car while Julie realized that even her shirt had gotten wet and was soon only wearing a bra, shielded from view by her mother holding up a huge towel. She put on a white summer dress with flowers woven into the fabric all around the hem. She didn’t want to put on anything else until she had a shower. She tried to dry the floor and seat as well as she could with some towels, but in the end she just had to resort to sitting in the still sopping wet seat with her dress hiked up. Kathy’s seat just had a tiny wet spot in comparison, one she could easily avoid by sitting a bit awkwardly. She noticed the small wet patches on her white socks from the few trickles that went down her legs, but it wasn’t enough to mention.
At the next gas station, they shortened their planned stop so they wouldn’t be later than planned.
Sitting in the cold, wet seat with her naked butt definitely didn’t feel very good, and looking out of the window trying to get her mind off of it didn’t really work. She couldn’t say she had been dry for over a year anymore. She had to be so careful all the time to achieve it and maybe had gotten a bit arrogant about her holding capabilities, as one moment of not being 100% careful had ruined it all. Only when her sadness made way for emptiness her eyes had a chance to dry up.
Edited September 22, 2019 by TheGreatNobody
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Friday part II – Something in the Air
After another 2-hour drive Julie, Kathy and their parents arrived at their grandparents, who had made sure all crucial work was done before the weekend. Their mother got the bag filled with wet clothes and towels in her hand and greeted the waiting grandparents as she walked over to the house.
“Hey, nice to see you again! It’s been way too long. Ehm, could I just use the washing machine? The girls did not make it to the bathroom break.”
Julie blushed hearing this. She was still extremely embarrassed about her accident, and it was obvious to anyone that she had been crying. Still barefooted and not wearing any panties beneath her dress, she quickly walked past her grandparents, avoiding eye contact, to take a shower. She was too shy to say anything. Kathy wasn’t embarrassed at all, and told her grandmother proudly how she outlasted Julie.
When Julie got back, her stuff was already in the sisters’ shared bedroom. They both had a one-person bed for weekends like this, both protected with plastic sheets. She got a pair of light blue knickers and white flip-flops out of her bag and joined her family for lunch. As she went down the stairs, she heard Kathy again pointing out that she had only needed to change her panties in contrast to Julie. Her mom told Kathy to shush just before Julie entered the dining room. After the awkward silence that followed, lunch was filled with small talk. After lunch Julie still felt too sad to join the rest, and as her mother was getting the laundry to dry she went out to make a long walk through the woods, as she liked to do when she wanted to be alone.
After about an hour of walking through the woods, Julie noticed her bladder was filling up again from the orange juice and soda she drank during lunch. She decided to walk on, as it was not that bad just yet. Her mind began wandering and she slowly walked ahead. About an hour later Julie realized she should get back, or her family would get worried. She regretted the decision to walk this far; the woods next to the farm were extremely big, and by now it would take at least one hour to get back to the house even if she hurried back. Meanwhile, her bladder was starting to fill up to its maximum surprisingly quickly, so she turned around and started to walk faster. Even though these woods were deserted except for her grandparents and their guests, she was terrified if someone would find her relieving herself. She would if she had to, but she really wanted to return to the farm if she could avoid that.
After 15 minutes of walking as fast as she could without running, Julie had to slow her pace. The combination of her full bladder and the thought of not having a toilet within a few miles radius made her need to pee bigger and bigger, and walking that fast made it even worse.
“Maybe it’s because I stopped peeing in the car as soon as I could,” she thought. Every time Julie had to pee in a difficult situation, she could not take her mind off it. This time was no different, and the constant thought of relieving herself made it so that, 10 minutes after slowing her pace, Julie was holding herself through her dress. She had to keep her legs as close to each other as possible, slowing her pace even further. Taking mini steps, it took her another 10 minutes to arrive at her grandfathers’ corn field, which was next to Julie’s path through the woods. At this time of year, the corn stood about 30 centimeters over her head. Because of this she couldn’t actually see the farm, but she thought she had to be nearby. The mere thought of the farm being in sight increased her need further. Julie had to stop for a moment to hold back a wave of desperation with some ease.
She debated it for a moment, but now she was sure she could not make it back if she did not take a shortcut through the corn. She was forbidden to go there, because 8 years ago she, Kathy and some cousins had cleared a few meters of that very field to make a fort from the fallen branches in the woods. While harvesting, her grandfather did not notice the fort and some of the thicker branches got stuck in one of his machines which then broke down. She had no choice now, however, if she wanted to reach the toilet, and she was pretty sure she was not going to make a fort. Besides, she didn’t think her grandparents would care about her walking through it anymore. It’s been years since they even mentioned the prohibition.
After 10 minutes of walking slowly through the field, careful not to lose control, a gust of wind brought some sort of a strange sweet smell that distracted her for a moment, but almost as soon as she got distracted she felt another big wave of desperation hit. It came out of nowhere and she was taken by surprise; a big spurt escaped, and she felt her panties getting warm and wet against her privates before she felt a little wetness on the hand she still had between her legs. She had to regain composure, and when she was sure she was in control again, Julie carefully removed her hand to check the damage; there was a small see-through spot on the white dress that was stuck between her hand and panties. She crossed her legs and lifted her dress to check the damage underneath; a small dark blue patch was visible where her otherwise light blue panties disappeared between her legs. Watching the wetness from her small leak had only made matters worse, and dribbles kept escaping her bladder as she realized she had just done her sister’s weird signature move. “This is it” she thought as a few drops made their way down her legs, “I have to pee here or I’m not going to make it.”
Julie quickly squatted while pulling her panties down and hiking her dress up in one go, a move that was pure muscle memory by now. Finally, she could relax her bladder, and relief washed over her as she heard her hissing start, this time not obstructed by her clothes. Just as her stream reached full speed however, Julie heard a sound of someone walking through the field. She panicked; her pee was already loudly hitting the ground but she managed to stop it for a few seconds. She listened carefully; she now clearly heard someone running through the corn. As no one should be there, Julie immediately thought the worst; if some creepy guy would find her there, there would be no one to help her. As her flow had stopped, she pulled her panties back up, got up and let her dress fall down. She put a hyperfocus on her hearing, disregarding some of her other senses. She looked around, and to her relief she heard a familiar voice humming; Kathy’s. Of course. She’s never encountered anyone around here that wasn’t family.
“Kath!” Julie yelled. “Jule!” Kathy yelled back from about 20 meters away, “Mom was worried about you, so I went to search for you.”
Now, with her mind at ease, however, Julie noticed the slow warm dribble on her right leg going down to her foot. She quickly bent over again and put her legs together to stop it, but it was no use; the seal was broken. The dribble increased to a constant stream, expanding the wetness in her panties to the front. After she looked down, Julie quickly stood up straight and hiked up her dress when she saw some pee was going through the front of it. Immediately she started peeing as hard as she’s ever done straight through her panties and down to the puddle that was quickly seeping into the dry ground. With Kathy nearby, and her panties a lost cause, her main focus now was making sure she didn’t hear anything so she quickly put her feet together, making the pee flow all around her legs and over her flip flops, just making a faint trickling sound as it flowed into the ground. The hissing was still pretty loud, but probably not loud enough to hear from a distance.
“Where are you?” Kathy asked, now a lot nearer to Julie. “I’ll come right over!” Julie yelled to Kathy, hoping she would stay where she was and not notice her big sister wetting herself for the second time today. Luckily it worked; Kathy did not seem to come any nearer. As the last of her stream died down, Julie carefully stepped out of the soil that had become slightly muddy. She was ashamed of her accident; it could have been prevented, she would not have had to pull her panties back up. If her sister had only arrived a minute later, if she had only just decided to relieve herself before it started coming out… She barely managed to hold back her tears, but she really had to this time. She could hide this one like she used to.
She had to take care of the front of her dress though. The fabric was thin so it should dry quickly, but not quick enough to face Kathy. She wrung it out, with a few drops falling down. It revealed the dark blue crotch of her panties to her, that she now could faintly see the contours of her privates through. She quickly put her dress down to shield the view, but the still damp parts of that were also slightly see through. She realized she couldn’t make it any better at this moment and decided to start walking over to Kathy, hoping to hide it at least as long as they were in the corn field so it got some extra time to dry. As she did, she felt the back of her panties uncomfortably clinging to her butt with every step, a feeling that was almost nostalgic if she didn’t absolutely hate what caused it.
Walking back to the farm, Julie purposefully lagged behind Kathy a bit, always making sure there was just enough corn between Kathy’s eyesight and her dress. Before emerging from the immense corn field, Julie gave it a little squeeze and a look and concluded that her dress had dried up nicely; it was not see through anymore and there was only a very faint yellow glow left, probably only noticeable if you were looking for it. Apparently she was well-hydrated, she had seen much worse. As they got out of the field, Kathy ran over to her parents and grandparents, who were relaxing in the yard, to tell them she had found her sister. Julie took this chance to sneak inside and get a change of clothes; she hid her dress and panties in her bag and changed into a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt with black matching underwear after wiping herself with a towel and spraying some perfume. The only way to explain a change of clothes was anticipating on the weather getting colder towards the evening, she thought, even though it was still hot outside.
Just as Julie was putting her shirt on, Kathy came in. She just walked over to her stuff, let her panties fall on the floor and put on a new pair of white panties. Julie noticed her sister’s pink panties were soaked.
“Had an accident again?” Julie asked.
“Yeah, I really had to go when I was searching for you and it just started coming out. Only my panties got wet though, so I figured I could just keep them on, but mom said I should change them. Why are you changing?”
“Well, it will start getting colder in a while, so I thought I would change in something a little bit warmer” Julie said.
“Hmm.” Kathy answered.
The rest of the day the girls just chilled, played with some farm animals and Julie made sure to use the bathroom in a timely manner. At eleven they went to bed. It was still pretty hot, so Julie only wore her panties, and she wasn’t sure but Kathy seemed to have done the same.
After 10 minutes of lying in bed, Kathy suddenly said “I’ve found your clothes, you know.” Julie was suddenly wide awake.
“So?” she said startled, hoping in vain Kathy wasn’t talking about what she thought she was talking about.
“You wet yourself again, and you tried to hide it” Kathy said.
“Don’t tell anyone!” Julie said sternly.
“Why wouldn’t I?” said Kathy.
“I won’t tell if you have an accident and try to hide it” Julie said.
“I don’t care about that” Kathy said. “I never had a so-called ‘streak’ to protect and I don’t care about hiding.”
“That was real! I never peed myself for over a year!”
“Yeah, sure, and then you just happened to pee yourself two times in 3 hours, uh-huh,” Kathy said sarcastically.
“It’s true!” Julie said, her voice cracking, “I just made a mistake this morning and then in the field I don’t know why it happened but it was super embarrassing! Please, today in the car was bad enough, don’t tell anyone.”
“I might be persuaded to shut up,” Kathy said.
“Ehm, what do you want?” said Julie, insecure of what she could offer Kathy.
“I don’t know… I get one favor, one thing you will do for me, no questions asked?”
“I’m not gonna be your slave,” Julie said, her voice still betraying that she was on the verge of tears.
“Moooooooom…” Kathy said on a childish tone, not loud enough for anyone else to hear.
“Aaargh… fine, but nothing too bad!”
“Was that so hard?” Kathy added with a sneer.
“Goodnight Kathy”, Julie answered.
The events of the day took Julie back to how she felt when she started high school, when on her second day after P.E. she had to run to the bathroom, but there were 2 girls in front of her. She begged to go first, but the other girls were desperate too. She managed to hold on until it was her turn, but when she went inside she was pushed aside by another girl who ran inside instead of her. Leaning against the wall she landed on she lose control. Her panties and shorts got warmer and warmer and in no-time a stream was flowing down her legs, and all the girls in her class were laughing at her as she let herself slide down to the ground and felt the warmth spreading from her crotch all around her butt. Suddenly Julie woke up, alarmed by the clear hissing sound. Her bladder was achingly full and she immediately felt her panties: the crotch was clearly wet, but she wasn’t peeing anymore, and it didn’t seem to have reached the sheets. The hissing that woke her up came from the other side of the room; Kathy was pissing full speed, and it hitting the plastic mattress cover made a ton of noise.
Julie almost resumed peeing from the sound; she shot up and got out of bed. A spurt escaped as she started to run towards the bathroom. Pee was dribbling down her legs as she opened the door, and when she closed the door the floodgates opened. The contents of her bladder exploded into her panties, so she ran into the bathroom, past the shower and reached the toilet bowl. First she had to lower the seat with pee gushing through her panties with no remorse. She set herself down on the toilet as fast as she could, peeing into it as hard as she ever did straight through her panties. As her flow started to slow down after 20 seconds, her pee trickled down to her butt, soaking the back of her panties a little extra. After she finished her pee, she noticed the trail she left behind; from the bathroom door to the toilet her trail changed from a trail to a puddle just in front of the toilet. She cleaned the floor with the towel she had already used the day before, washed it out and hung it to dry. All the while, her legs were still slippery from pee and her panties were still dripping wet, every once in a while sending a drop of pee down her when a step squeezed them.
She was happy her panties were black; except for the drops of pee they released with every step, they were not visibly wet. Julie decided to take a short shower to wash the pee out, with panties still on. She tried to dry her panties as well as possible before crawling back in bed, wringing them out before stepping back into them. Coming back out of the bathroom, she noticed there was a trail of pee on the carpet in the hall too; she just hoped no one would notice before it dried and went back to bed in her cold, wet panties. The room smelled strongly of urine, from Kathy who had completely wet the bed and had apparently not even woken up. Walking past Kathy’s bed Julie even stepped in a large wet patch in the carpet; Kathy’s bed had overflowed and the floor was now soaked too. Julie tried to fall asleep in her wet panties, but didn’t manage until hours later; she saw the glow of early summer morning sunlight before she closed her eyes.
Kathy woke up not long afterwards. Of course, she alerted her mother and, only one hour after she fell asleep, Julie was awoken by the changing of her sister’s bed. Her panties were still a bit damp, as were the sheets where she laid, but nothing too noticeable. She could get away with this, but was very embarrassed now; today, she had to carefully plan her bathroom visits. She had wet herself twice during the day and last night she almost wet her bed, and maybe she would have if Kathy hadn’t. Yesterday she was still looking forward to starting her life as a student and not having to hide a bedwetting problem. Now she wasn’t so sure anymore. |
Saturday part I – It’s Wet by the Lake
Julie waited in her bed until her mother was done changing Kathy’s bed. She tried to play it as cool as possible, acting like she still needed to shower after Kathy was done. No one noticed the droplets she had left behind on the carpet, overshadowed by how bad her sister’s accident was. After her shower, she balled up her black, dried up panties with her dress and panties from the day before and got her white bikini, which really brought out her hair, out of her suitcase to wear under her short jean shorts and white tank top that ended just above where her shorts started. After breakfast, the girls would go over to the nearby lake. She wore the same flip-flops as the day before.
Kathy was already at breakfast together with the rest of the family, now wearing a loose plain white skirt and a pink shirt. Both girls had cereal and some orange juice, and Julie had her coffee like every day. After they finished, the girls went over to the lake with a 2 liter bottle of water (you gotta stay hydrated) while the older generations had plans of their own.
As soon as they were out of the house, Kathy started walking strangely, as if she needed to pee. As Julie thought this was impossible so short after her bedwetting, she thought nothing of it. After a few minutes, however, Kathy stopped, did a small pee dance, and walked on.
“Kathy, do you need to pee again?” Julie asked. “Obviously,” she answered.
2 minutes of walking intermittent with pee dances and Julie having to stop and wait for it, Julie told her sister to walk faster. Kathy put on her thinking face for a moment, holding herself through her skirt, before answering.
“Fine, I’ll do it here,” she said as she lifted the front of her skirt and her face turned to bliss for one moment before quickly opening her eyes and looking down at her own crotch intently. Julie looked on in shock as a small trickle down both Kathy’s legs and some drips falling on the ground between quickly formed a waterfall between her legs, most of it making its way down her legs and over her sandals. Julie snapped out of her shock when she felt it splattering against her own legs, and quickly got out of the way.
“What are you doing? Why are you peeing yourself?” Julie screamed, freaked out.
Still peeing forcefully through her bikini, Kathy answered: “You said I should walk faster. I can’t without peeing first,” she said.
“But it’s going all over your legs and sandals!” Julie screamed, just a little less loudly this time. “I’ll just wash them in the lake and leave ‘em out to dry,” Kathy said matter-of-factly.
Julie could not believe her sister. Just peeing yourself like that, while you can still make it to the lake and pee in there. When Kathy finished, they continued the walk silently. Once there, Kathy walked into the lake to submerge her sandals, walked back and put them out in the sun to dry.
After they laid down the towels, they stripped down to their bikinis, Kathy revealing her soaked pink bikini bottom before laying down on her towel.
“Kathy, what the fuck? Go soak the pee out of your bikini first!”
“Fine,” Kathy said, sighing. She reluctantly got up and this time fully submerged into the water for a few minutes before coming back and laying down next to Julie, who was absolutely freaked out by her sister right now but decided not to mention it anymore. She put on some sun screen and picked up her book, drank some water and quickly forgot about it as she got submerged in the story again. Her lack of sleep started acting up though, and after only ten minutes she dozed off.
An hour later, Julie was dreaming. This time about that time the nearest bathroom at school was locked in her final year but instead of having an accident, this time she made it to the next bathroom which was… also locked. She kept on going and going, until she decided to try the boys’ bathroom, which was open. As she entered a stall, however, there only was a urinal in there, just like the urinals against the opposite wall, as turned out to be the case in every stall. At the last stall she checked, she decided this was too strange a scenario for real life and must be dreaming, and as soon as she did she felt her crotch and butt get wet and woke up. Immediately she felt her bikini, just like she did last night, but this time she felt her pee gushing through the fabric already and, immediately afterwards, became aware of the wetness already surrounding her body.
“What’s up?” Kathy asked while turning around to lie on her left side as Julie sat up in panic.
“Gotta pee” was all she could hastily answer. She got up and started to run to the water, but realized it was no use even trying. She stopped after 3 steps and just let her bladder empty, letting it all flow down her legs, over her feet and into the sand. It was done within seconds, and she walked into the lake without facing Kathy to get a chance to swallow back her tears.
Coming back out of the water, she saw Kathy having a huge grin on her face. She looked over at her towel and saw the result; the wet spot was huge, almost covering the whole towel. She had emptied almost her entire bladder while sleeping. She felt herself get red in the face again and avoided eye contact with the smirking Kathy while picking up her dripping wet towel to reveal the wet sand below.
“You’re gonna owe me so many favors if you go on like this,” Kathy said. She couldn’t hide her joy if she tried. “How are you not wetting your bed anymore if it happens after sleeping for like, an hour at the beach?”
“I… I was dreaming and… just tired… I don’t know okay!” Julie said, her voice cracking again, the swallowed back tears coming back. “And you wet yourself on the way here!”
“I don’t mind, I could tell mom myself when I tell her about this,” Kathy said confidently.
“Please! Don’t tell anyone! God, why is this happening,” Julie cried out.
“I don’t know… I have two things on you, and you have nothing on me… Hmmm… what to do, what to do…”
“PLEASE, okay, fine, whatever you say, twice,” Julie said, “and can we please share your towel?”
“You’re asking me for favors now? And I don’t know if I wanna take you in, you don’t even seem housebroken…” Kathy said, taunting her sister.
“Aaargh, you’re the one that’s practically incontinent, you get a party if you didn’t wet your bed in a week you hypocrite,” Julie said.
“At least I can tell people about that without crying,” Kathy said sticking out her tongue and making room by lying right at the edge of her towel.
“Easy for you to say, I didn’t cry about it when it was happening all the time,” Julie said lying down facing away from her sister on the other edge, trying and failing to stop tears from forming.
“Wow, you’re really taking this hard, aren’t you?” Kathy said. Julie sniffed and wiped away a tear.
“What gave it away?” she said, sarcastically.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone… as long as you do exactly as I say,” Kathy said, skirting the line between sounding comforting and teasing her sister.
“You’re so generous,” Julie said. She had calmed down a little bit, and started thinking a little bit clearer, resulting in a realization.
“But what would mom say if I told her that you pee yourself on purpose?” Julie bit back while turning to face her sister with all the confidence she could muster. She wanted to see her face.
“I… I didn’t… It wasn’t on purpose! I had to go!” Kathy said, trying to put up a flimsy defense.
“You literally said ‘fine, I’ll do it here’,” Julie said, delighted at getting one back at Kathy.
“But I wasn’t gonna make it anyway! It’s not like there’s a bathroom here anyway. It’s fine to just let go early if you know you’re gonna have an accident!” Kathy tried.
“No it isn’t and I don’t think you were, you just didn’t feel like holding it!” Julie said, grinning.
“Okay so you actually like holding it?” Kathy asked, grasping at straws. Julie could hear the nervousness in Kathy’s voice.
“It’s better than peeing your pants every week, sure,” Julie answered smugly. She got her. Kathy didn’t know what to say back.
“Seems like we both got something we don’t want to tell the rest,” Julie said. “I guess you could tell mom about my accident and see what happens…”
“Okay okay okay I won’t,” Kathy said. “God, you’re annoying. But you still owe me a favor.”
“And why is that?” Julie asked.
“I peed myself on purpose once. You had two accidents you wanna hide. It’s basic math,” Kathy said.
“Is that how that works?” Julie said, amused at the nonsense Kathy was spouting.
“Yeah, if you tell anyone about me peeing myself on purpose I will tell them about how you peed all over your dress and panties yesterday. I’ll still have your accident from just now to spare.”
“Yeah, because having a little accident totally weighs up to being such a freak you pretend to have an accident,” Julie said, “You fucking weirdo.”
“Ugh. Literally WHO cares about peeing through a bikini,” Kathy said, “everybody does it!”
“In the water, maybe,” Julie said.
She was weirded out by her sister’s actions and defense of them, but more pressing on her mind right now was her worry about her own, very real, accidents of this morning. Sure, she still hadn’t wet her bed in over a year, but that was only in the most literal sense. She’d have to remember to not drink too much tonight.
During lunch, their mother noticed Julie had been crying and Kathy had quickly come up with a lie about bumping her little toe really hard. It put Julie in a position having to ensure that it was just fine now and definitely not broken or hurting too much for her plans that afternoon, but she still appreciated Kathy’s quick solution. Both girls drank a lot of juice; Julie was absolutely parched, and the sisters had finished the water bottle they had taken to the lake well before getting back. “If I drink enough during the day I might be able to drink nothing after eight,” Julie rationalized. Afterwards, Julie went upstairs and saw the clothes she wore at the start of the trip clean and neatly folded on her bed. To be sure, she checked her bag to find a dress and two pairs of panties still there. She couldn’t smell much on them, but to be sure she wrapped them in a plastic bag. She had to find a longer term solution for them.
She changed her bikini for a matching set of yellow bra and panties, got some socks and went downstairs again where she put on normal shoes. The plans that afternoon were her first driving lessons before Julie started the real deal, since driving would be a practical skill to have in a new city after the summer, and a head start couldn’t hurt. |
"brief" 🤣
Anyway, after the shortest chapter of the bunch, here's a longer one that changed drastically.
Saturday part II – Give me a brake
Getting into the car, Julie was surprised by the clean smell. Instinctively, she looked over at the scene of her accident yesterday and found absolutely no proof.
“Your grandfather knew a guy in the town 10 minutes over,” her father, the instructor, said after noticing the glance. “It’s quicker and cheaper than in the city.”
First, her father showed her the basics; how to set the mirrors and the chair to a comfortable driving position, what every button and stick was for, how to shift gears, and soon Julie was behind the wheel on her grandparents’ farm. It took several tries before she managed to get the car going past stationary without it stalling, but they were finally rolling.
Julie’s dad noticed her hands were shaky. “Don’t be nervous, I’m here to help if something goes wrong” her father said. “Well, easy for him to say, I’m the one controlling the car,” Julie thought. As soon as the car started moving, Julie’s palms were sweating heavily. When she hit 20km/h it became too much for her: she got scared of an oncoming wall and stamped on the brakes with both feet and the car came to an instant stop. “I’m sorry, I saw that wall and didn’t know what to do.”
“Doesn’t matter, try again. Go slowly and you can easily steer past the wall. If you don’t manage, I’ll pull the steering wheel so don’t be scared; I won’t let you wreck the car.” her father said with a smile. “And if you want to stop, try braking with one foot, it will be less abrupt.”
This time, Julie did not brake. She steered slowly past the wall and accelerated; this time she sped up to 30km/h before it became too much; she put one foot on the brakes now, but still a bit too fast. The car yanked to a halt, and Julie got pushed into her seatbelt. The pressure on her abdomen reminded her of that morning; she hadn’t gone to the toilet since her accident by the lake, and she had drank a lot of water there and juice at lunch; her bladder was slowly but steadily getting full.
“Alright, let’s try the road. Doesn’t matter if you’re slow; just let others pass. There isn’t that much traffic around here anyway” her father said after a while. “Uhm, ok…” Julie said doubtful. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this. She was too nervous to tell her father about already needing the bathroom, too. It was still manageable.
Once on the road she found out it was not much different from the farm; it was still hard. After a while, Julie was getting used to driving 50km/h, except for turns, where she could be overtaken by a crawling toddler. At one point, she was even overtaken by a clearly short-sighted elderly woman going way below the speed limit. Her need for a bathroom was steadily increasing, but Julie was only concentrating on the road.
After driving for forty minutes, there was an oncoming car speeding towards Julie. A few hundred meters before passing Julie and her father, it overtook another car, getting back in the right lane well on time, but Julie panicked anyway. She steered the car to the side of the road and hit the brakes a little too fast; the lower part of the seatbelt buried itself into her lower abdomen and squeezed her bladder. As the car came to a halt, Julie saw the other car getting out of the way long before there could have been a collision. Suddenly she felt herself getting a bit warmer between her legs and she realized her situation: her bladder had gotten rather full by now and because of the seatbelt a little bit of pee had spurted out of her. She buried both her hands into her crotch as fast as possible, to make sure she stayed in control. She felt her warm, damp panties squeezing against her private parts but apparently nothing had gotten through to the outside of her shorts, as her hands stayed dry. She was shook by how little was needed for her to dribble right now, and realized she shouldn’t take any risks by trying to hold it for too long. She felt her bladder while pulling the seatbelt out of it, and it was extended way further than she realized or had felt. Her father didn’t notice her predicament. “Well, that wasn’t necessary,” he said.
“Dad… I need to go,” Julie said.
“Obviously, we’re standing still in the middle of the road,” he said, still oblivious.
“Noooo, I need to *go* go,” Julie reiterated, putting a hand between her legs for emphasis.
“What? Didn’t you go during lunch?” He asked.
“I… I didn’t really have to go back then so I forgot,” Julie said, realizing how stupid of a mistake that was in hindsight.
“…alright, just drive on as planned then, we’ll hit the town in a few minutes and we’ll find a place there,” her father said. After a couple more stalls, they were on their way.
Maybe it was just her getting used to driving, maybe it was the dampness between her legs reminding her about how she couldn’t trust her bladder anymore, but suddenly she was comfortable driving 80km/h, the allowed maximum. She did so while shifting around in her seat and pressing her legs together against her crotch, trying to prevent her hands from reflexively let go of the steering wheel and into her crotch. It caused her to swerve out of her lane a few times.
“Careful!” her dad said. “I get that you want to be there quickly but we have to get there safely first!”
Julie tried to put all her focus on the road, but couldn’t direct all of it away from holding it in if she wanted to prevent a disaster. Luckily, soon enough the tiny town of Mingo was there and they stopped in front of a small diner. Julie quickly loosened her seatbelt, opened the door and got out of the car as soon as it came to a halt, her father putting on the handbrake for her, but then she felt her bladder contract. She doubled over next to the car, and jumping around with her hands crushing her privates could just hold the flood inside her body. She walked inside like this, holding herself, but it wasn’t of much help.
“Please, I really need to go, I can get some from the car afterwards,” Julie pleaded with the girl behind the counter.
“I’m sorry, for paying customers only,” she said. “You can pay for the cheapest drink and go.”
“Please please please, it’s an emergency!” Julie tried one last time. The waitress just shook her head and turned around, returning to her work. Without warning, a bit of pee spurted out of her and spread around her privates. Almost immediately she felt it on her hands. In shock, Julie looked down at the crotch of her jean shorts and lifted her hands from them for a fraction of a second before resolutely putting them back; a small but unmistakable darker spot had formed on them, already visible from the front. She felt in control though, and had no choice but to head back.
“What a scam,” Julie’s dad said. “Get in, we’ll find a better place.” Pleading through the window of the passenger seat was as useful as pleading with the waitress, and Julie quickly walked around and got back in, carefully hiding the fact that she had already started having an accident, first by hand, then by lifting her right leg hoping it would block his line of sight. She started the car and it took off quickly…
…only to come to an immediate halt, just like it had done in the beginning. “The handbrake,” her father said coolly. Meanwhile, Julie tried to keep her cool as she felt more warm liquid in her crotch, spreading to her butt. The leak was contained again, but she tried to keep down her tears as she realized she was probably past hiding this now that she felt the soaked fabric of her panties and shorts cling to the lower part of her butt cheeks. Even if nothing had gotten on the seat yet, her father would definitely see the back of her shorts.
“Can you take it off?” she asked painfully. He did so, and this time she accidentally took off with screeching tires in her haste. She knew the only other possible place was the restaurant two blocks down, and wanted to get there quickly.
“Whoa, easy,” her father said, wildly gesturing. “I’m sorry,” Julie responded, settling at a normal speed. The jolt made her feel another spurt escape though, and as soon as Julie noticed she put a hand in her crotch while only keeping one on the wheel. Once there, she felt hot liquid flowing through the saturated fabric covering her crotch and quickly spreading to the back of her butt while her bladder muscles relaxed; this was more than the spurt she thought it was. She tried to contain it, but only managed to stem the flow at the cost of unbearable pain to the sphincter responsible for holding back a tidal wave. She stopped the car way too abruptly again, in the middle of the road, and the stemmed flow resumed to its full potential.
“OUT! OUT! GET OUT!” her father screamed, finally privy to what was unfolding next to him, alerted by the loud hissing emanating from his daughter. Julie looked around through the quickly forming tears in her eyes in terror.
“But there’s people…”
“OUT OF THE CAR NOW, YOUNG LADY!”
Julie opened the door and got her seatbelt loose in one motion and jumped outside, now more afraid of her father’s voice than onlookers, but as she stood outside in the middle of this small town, pee cascading from her already soaked jean shorts and forming a continuous waterfall between both of her bare legs straight into her socks, shoes, and the puddle on the otherwise dry road below her, heads started to turn. Turned heads lead to more turned heads, and soon enough everyone out on the streets was looking at Julie having an accident. She turned away from their eyes in shame and squatted down besides the door, where here eyes made contact with the most furious ones of all, her dad’s.
“You did it again! Twice in two days! You’re gonna pay for it yourself this time, and you’re gonna be the one to explain why Kenneth is cleaning the same car for the same reason twice in one day,” he tiraded, as the steady stream falling from the lowest end of her hanging butt straight into the puddle slowed down to a trickle.
“Even your sister has never managed to do this!” her father added to it, as the trickle went down to drips. Julie was loudly sobbing now, feeling helpless. Realizing that a crowd had gathered behind her, huddled together where they could see her in full, she screamed with a cracking voice before getting back into the car. “STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!”
Inside the car, her dad was silent as she sobbed uncontrollably. She laid her head down in defeat on the wheel, accidentally activating the horn, which somehow resulted in cheers from the crowd outside.
“Just go,” her father said noticeably calmer now. “It’s the first to the left.”
Julie could barely see the road through her teary eyes, but there barely ever is any traffic in this town anyway. She got there just fine.
“Now on the left, here,” her father said before she turned into a garage where a mechanic was hunched in the back seat of the car. Looking up, he recognized Julie’s father and the car.
“Complaints?” he asked.
“Ask her,” Julie’s father answered.
As the man walked over, he glanced at the back seat and nodded satisfactorily.
“Kenneth,” he said, holding out his hand through the open window next to Julie.
“…Julie…” she replied timidly, looking down and avoiding eye contact.
“What’s the problem, Madam Julie?” He asked.
“I… I… couldn’t…,” Julie swallowed some tears, “I tried to make it, but…”
She got cut off by her own sob.
“Ah, I see, not a problem at all, get out and let Kenneth fix it, sweetie,” the man said. “It’ll be done in less than half an hour with the right equipment.”
Sitting down on a plastic chair she got assigned near the back of the hall, while her dad talked to Kenneth, Julie lamented her bladder control silently. No ifs and buts – her streak was definitely gone now, and she’d have to work and be careful to regain at least some of it before she went off to live in a corridor with housemates. She was already trying to come up with plans how to hide accidents from them. While thinking, she saw a girl, that could be anywhere from 18 to 25, walking past the opposite wall several times, and her constant glancing at her caught her attention. When they made clear eye contact for the third time, she came over and sat down on the chair next to her with her legs crossed. She was wearing a loose summer dress and had blond hair that was longer and even more wavy than Julie’s. She pretty clearly glanced at the soaked shorts Julie was still wearing several times. The girl’s legs were bouncing up and down.
“Hey, I’m Lisa,” she said. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
“Julie… no, my mom grew up here,” she answered.
“You can always tell, you city girls always look like it’s the end of the world when this happens,” Lisa said.
“Umm, doesn’t seem like this would happen that often,” Julie said, taken aback.
“More often than you’d think,” Lisa said, “but it isn’t worth crying over so dry those tears missy. I do it all the time.”
“What, you pee in cars?” Julie asked bewildered.
“No you dork, well sometimes I do, but I mean peeing my panties in general,” Lisa said. “In fact, I was just on my way to the restroom when I saw you come in but I figured it wouldn’t be right to let you be so upset in your wet clothes all by yourself, so I came over when I started to dribble.”
“What do you mean?” Julie asked.
“Do I need to spell it out for you? Let’s just say it won’t be long now, my panties are soaked already,” Lisa said.
“WHAT?” Julie exclaimed, “You’re just… just… peeing yourself on purpose right now?”
“Of course not honey, I’m trying to keep it in but I’m right at my limit so it keeps coming,” she said. “The dam is probably gonna break really soon now.”
“But you could’ve just gone to a toilet!” Julie proclaimed.
“Okay when you say it like that it might seem… whoops, there it is, I knew it!” Lisa said as she looked down smiling halfway through her sentence. She uncrossed her legs as a loud hissing filled the hall, followed by an even louder splattering of Lisa’s clear urine on the concrete below the chairs. Julie watched in shock and didn’t even notice how tiny drops flew back upwards from the quickly forming puddle onto her legs.
“See? You don’t need to cry about something as harmless as this,” Lisa said, “it’ll go down to the drain over there, my panties will dry and everything will be fine again if I’m careful what I sit on for an hour or so. Of course if I’m wearing pants or shorts like you’re doing it’s more of an issue…”
A loud vacuum-cleaner like sound suddenly filled the hall.
“Right on queue! Come with me!” Lisa said, as she took Julie, mouth still agape, by the hand. As she walked behind the weird girl, she looked down the back of Lisa’s body and saw that streams of pee were still flowing over her feet and falling down from under her dress, and that the back of her summer dress had clearly gotten soaked while sitting. Walking also made some drops still squeeze out of her shorts and roll down her own legs. Before she knew it, Lisa had led her to the car where Kenneth was just finishing up and powered down the big device he had placed on the driver’s seat. Julie’s father was sitting in a waiting area further down towards the entrance.
“Can you get the girl a plastic bag for her pants and something to sit on for the way back?” Kenneth asked, addressing Lisa.
“One moment… Done! On it! Come with me, Julie!” she said. Julie got dragged along once again towards the door of a boxy structure, while she was looking over her shoulder at the huge puddle at the plastic chairs, the trail of pee coming from it and the smaller puddle over at the car that caused Julie to realize what ‘done’ meant. From there, the soaked dress and wet profile of Lisa’s sandals left a smaller trail on the wet concrete towards where they were going. She got pulled inside, and Lisa switched on the light.
The box had a changing room, in which Julie got out of her soaked shoes, socks, shorts and panties, the last two both soaked to the hem on their back sides. She imagined if her top went down a little bit further, she might’ve had to get out of that too, and thanked herself for not wearing a longer one today. She put them in one of the plastic bags on the table.
“Here’s a towel – oh wow,” Lisa said as she walked into the room, staring down at Julie’s clammy privates before quickly looking away. “I’m sorry, thought you’d keep your panties on. You wanna go back home naked?”
“I was hoping I could borrow some clothes maybe?” Julie said hopefully while drying what little bit of moisture there was left on her legs, butt and privates with the towel.
“Oh, honey I’m sorry, I used to do that with girls around my size but too many people just didn’t bring them back,” Lisa said empathetically while turning around and looking Julie in the eyes, doing her best to not look down too much. “So you’d better get back in those,” she continued, motioning towards the filled plastic bag. "Trust me, they'll dry up soon."
“Nuh-uh, I’m not putting on panties that I peed in, that’s disgusting!” Julie said, appalled by the suggestion.
“Well then, here’s the only thing we give away for free,” Lisa said. “Tadaa! Good luck. It’s meant to sit on.”
Julie got out of the room, plastic bag with wet clothes in one hand and an unused, flat trash bag in the other shielding her lower region from view. She put it on the passenger seat and got in, putting the plastic bag with her wet clothes on her lap to continue shielding her nakedness. The drive home was quiet, with her dad obviously unhappy with her clothing situation but unable to add anything to it. Back home, Julie carefully wrapped the trash bag around her and went inside where she transferred the money for the clean-up to her dad, happy to have gotten a ‘loyal customer’ discount. She felt weird the whole time about what happened. It had been her most public accident since the last time she peed her pants at school, a girl around her age that was openly peeing herself without a care in the world, and she didn’t even smell any urine. |
Not every country is the same, and not everyone learns to drive at the same time 😅 In many places, 18 is the minimum, and in many places it isn't standard to learn to drive asap. This story can be wherever I want it to be, even in not-America 😜 Changing the ages is something I did half-way through the original, but after a certain amount of time you can't edit your posts anymore. It's one of the reasons I preferred re-writing, in addition to not knowing where I wanted to go when I started this and thus having a few continuity issues. I also found many, many things that could be worded better and just tiny errors in the original, even after going over the whole thing several more times so I'm sure I still overlooked a few things but I decided it still improved enough to be satisfied and call it a day.
Saturday part III – Tired and Wired
Julie got out of the shower only wearing a white towel. Walking to her room her mother noticed her. “Put your clothes are in the washing machine,” she said.
Julie did as she was told and walked downstairs carrying the plastic bag. She passed her sister, who had a big grin on her face. “You wet yourself in the car again, sis?”
Julie’s face was now almost a tomato and didn’t know how to respond, so she just kept quiet. After she started the washing machine, she went back up to her room and stayed there until dinner. She changed into pink sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt with just white panties underneath. She realized it was the last pair she had packed; after these, she would only have the two pairs of panties left from her accidents in the car, because the rest was in her secret bag.
At dinner, the family discussed going to the carnival in the slightly bigger town a 20-minute drive from the farm. Julie told everyone she didn’t feel like going, looking down at just her plate in shame. Reassuring words from her grandmother did nothing to make her feel better. She just wanted to be alone and definitely not in public. She’d just watch a movie on her own.
That evening Julie skimmed trough her grandparents’ movie collection, all still VCR, and decided on the one that seemed the most interesting. About an hour (and two glasses of water) into the 2.5-hour movie, however, she regretted her decision; it was about the most boring movie she had ever seen. It was old, too, and there wasn’t an effect that looked anything close to realistic. She felt her eyelids getting heavy and fell asleep in front of the TV.
Julie needed to pee badly. She had no idea how she had gotten into this situation, but she had to pull over at this gas station, close to losing control. As her car came to a halt, a large spurt escaped her and dampened the crotch of her pants and panties. She had taken the nearest vacant spot to a bright neon sign indicating the location of the bathroom. She ran towards it, holding herself, and stepped through the door. As she did so, another large spurt escaped. Her previously damp crotch got soaked this time, and the wet patch, clear on the light blue jeans she was wearing, expanded halfway down to her knees. She ran past the first door inside, the men’s room, to another door that indicated the direction to the ladies’. As she stepped through however, no bathroom was to be found. Another spurt escaped her, and she now felt warmth spreading down to her knees and to the backside of her pants.
At the end of the hallway she found herself in, another door with a bathroom sign on it was slightly ajar. As she got closer, she saw the text ‘toilet behind this door’ above it. Oh, the relief! As she stepped through it, another large spurt made the warmth spread across the entire back side of her pants. She felt her pee running through the already soaked fabric of her jeans and looked on in horror as she saw the toilet was behind that door, but still about 10 meters away. She couldn’t stop spurts from escaping the entire way there, and when she finally reached it she sat down and could finally relax on the toilet. A loud hissing sound filled the room as she peed through her pants on it.
When Julie woke up, the movie had already stopped and the room around her was dark as the sun had made way for the night outside. “Wow, I must’ve fallen asleep” she thought. Remembering her dream, she quickly put her hand in her crotch.
“YES! Dry!” she thought while moving her hand upwards to feel her extended bladder above. She woke up in time, but she had to go quickly. Holding herself, she got up from the couch. Her bare feet on the tile floor and barely awake state almost caused her to slip, but she remained upright and walked over to the nearest light switch. As the room lit up, her bladder contracted and she felt a small leak escape. Automatically, she looked down at her crotch to see if there was any damage done, not expecting any since she only leaked a few drops.
“What the fuck?” she thought, as she saw the light stain on the bright pink fabric, almost going down to her knees. She felt her pants again, and a little more awake now noticed they were actually slightly damp. She pulled the hem of her pants away from her bladder to look at her panties. She saw the small wet spot right between her legs where she had just leaked, but also saw they were damp a few centimeters above, in a way she recognized all too well. She looked back to where she sat, and that the cushion on which she sat was definitely damp too. Afraid she might’ve damaged her grandparents’ furniture, she walked over to check. As she reached the spot where she had just been sleeping, the tiles got more slippery, but when she felt the basketball-sized stain on the couch it felt almost dry. She must’ve peed herself hours ago!
She quickly flipped the cushion and saw to her delight that the other side blended in with the rest of the couch just as well as the unstained version of the top of it. As she did, though, another spurt escaped her, wetting her crotch in similar fashion to the first leak in her dream. She quickly walked towards the hallway and turned on the light there. Only then she noticed the small trickle continuously running down her legs. As she stood there and saw it make small wet streaks on the inside of her legs, her bladder contracted without warning and immediately a waterfall exploded into her panties and sweatpants. Julie just stood at the edge between living room and hallway watching her own accident in shock as the dark, soaked part on the front of her pants almost reaching the extent of the stain she had made in her sleep.
Urine still pouring out of her and down her pants, she got her phone out of her pocket to check the time; 23:25, a little over 4 hours after the rest left for the carnival. She sighed. Apparently, that was enough time for her to pee herself twice now. She had no idea where this was coming from. She thought she had left her embarrassing high school years filled with frequent accidents behind her, but this weekend her problems seems to have come back, worse than they had been since she was a literal kid. In fact, the last time she peed herself this often in such a short amount of time might’ve been the weeks after the last time she spent a night here, in the summer before she started high school. She felt down and empty, and despite her calm stance of acceptance, a single tear rolled down her face as her bladder slowly stopped emptying.
In defeat, she walked upstairs, her pants still dripping wet, towards the shower where she let her sweatpants fall to the ground. She picked them up and inspected the back; the dampness almost reached the hem, while the freshly soaked part only started at the lower end of her butt. She pulled off the white panties, the crotch having turned see-through, and saw the exact same on them. Being absolutely parched, she hung under the tap for a good minute before she was ready to wash them out and step inside the shower, but then she heard the sound of a car approaching.
Panicking, Julie got a towel and rand downstairs to dry up the damp tiles around the couch and mop up the puddle she had just made. She didn’t take into account, however that one towel wouldn’t be enough for this. With the first one dripping wet in her arms, she raced upstairs, got a second towel and got back down to dry the remainder of the floor. Sitting on her knees, naked from the waist down and trying to dry the tiles as well as she could, she heard the front door open. Quickly, she got up and wiped the towel past the trail of drops she left in the hallway and up the stairs, ran into the bathroom. She wrung the dripping wet towel out in the shower and folded it, together with her pants and panties, into the damp towel and got into her room where she added it to the other clothes she was hiding, before undressing completely and put on her cleaned red panties and a long light-blue shirt she often used for sleeping in. She checked herself out in the mirror, saw the perfect just-out-of-bed look with her hair and eyes messed up and went back downstairs, wiping the few missed drops she saw with her feet, and walked into the living room as Kathy entered it from the kitchen on the other side.
“Hey sleepyhead! That was so much fun, you should’ve been there!” Kathy said happily. Julie’s eyes darted down to her sister’s blue skirt and the huge damp patch going down from just below where her crotch should be to the hem, forming an almost perfect triangle.
“What happened?” Julie asked. Kathy snorted delightedly.
“What do you think happened,” Kathy said, “Are you sleepwalking or something?”
Kathy walked past her sister, who checked out the slightly smaller but seemingly wetter back side of her skirt before walking on towards the kitchen and entrance hall behind it.
“…it’s not her fault, they should’ve had more toilets,” she heard her grandmother say. “I still don’t expect her to pee herself like a little kid,” her father replied.
“It’s really not that big of a deal, after a shower and some laundry it’ll all be forgotten soon,” her grandmother replied, before stepping through the door and into the kitchen, coming face to face with Julie.
“Hey sweetie, you should go back to bed,” the older woman said to her.
“I was in bed but you woke me up so I decided to go and ask how it was,” Julie lied.
“It was very nice, honey, but it’s getting late, we’ll talk tomorrow,” she heard her mother’s voice say, muffled by the door in between them. “Goodnight!”
Back in the girls’ room, Julie saw Kathy’s soaked skirt and pink panties hanging over one of the chairs, and Kathy was already in bed, half under the covers and sitting up and checking her phone, wearing a green tank top.
“Aren’t you gonna take a shower?” Julie asked.
“What use would that be?” Kathy answered. “I’d probably need one tomorrow morning anyway.”
Julie, tired from not having gotten enough sleep yesterday and all her interrupted naps, just left it and climbed into her own bed. Just before she dozed off she could make out a figure coming into their room and taking Kathy’s clothes in the darkness.
Hours later, her eyes slowly opened again, still exhausted. Her whole body felt numb, especially the right side of her body that she was lying on. Because of this, it took her a few moments to feel the hot liquid trickling down the front and back of her right leg into the sheets below. Another few seconds later, it was the increasing pace of it and the hissing sound that made her finally realize what was happening; she was peeing her bed!
Quickly, Julie sat up put both of her hands in her crotch to stop it from coming out, but the dam had burst. All she achieved was pushing the front of her sleep shirt right into the source of the river and into the puddle it drained into, one that had already grown to the point where the soaked part of her night shirt almost reached her armpit on the right side. Her bladder kept on emptying with unrelenting force and all she could think off was getting to a toilet right now. She kicked off the duvet, soaked where it had made contact with the puddle around Julie’s body, and jumped up from her bed, the motion spreading the puddle all around, prevented from draining into the mattress by the waterproof sheet below.
Her pee now loudly hitting the carpet, Julie ran out of the room, continued to pour pee all over the corridor between the bedroom and bathroom door and ran inside. Quickly, she sat down on the toilet.
Below her she could hear intense dripping, falling down from her soaked shirt and panties, but none of it came straight from her bladder anymore; it was empty.
She rested her had on her hands as she sat there, slowly getting cold. Her panicky motions while jumping out of bed had made almost the entire back of her shirt wet and her legs were still glistening with the pee that had just run down from her red panties, and she knew this was an accident well past hiding potential. She couldn’t just get back into a bed in this state either, and didn’t know where everything was she would need to clean it up. She’d have to wake her mom.
“Oh my god, how much did you pee?” her mother asked rhetorically upon seeing the state of her daughter standing next to her bed.
“I’m so sorry, I woke up peeing and I couldn’t stop it,” Julie said timidly. Internally, she cursed herself as she remembered how much she drank from the tap right before going to bed yesterday. She should’ve known this would happen.
“It’s okay, just hop into the shower and I’ll change your bed,” her mom said.
As she got out of the shower wearing just a towel, Julie walked behind her mom carrying a clean duvet, both avoiding the huge wet streak in the carpet. She was quiet and kept her eyes down in shame. Yesterday she might’ve not made it to the bathroom after waking up, and she might’ve not woken up in time twice afterwards, but still this was her first true bedwetting since just before her 18th birthday. And it didn’t seem like it would be her last. Julie thanked her mom after putting the duvet on an otherwise completely clean bed. It had only been 15 minutes since she was woken up, and of course all the bedding that was there before still had to be washed it still was some true mom-magic to Julie.
“Next time this happens, just stay in bed until you’re done, Julie, it saves me a lot of work in the morning,” her mom said, referring to the absolutely soaked carpet surrounding them. “Okay…” Julie said, ashamed of how much work she had given her.
“Mom?” a sleepy voice came from across the room. “Mom, I need a change.”
“I’m so sorry for you, mom, I can help so you can get back to bed a bit quicker,” Julie offered.
“No worries, your little sister is a lot less work than you at the moment,” her mom replied, before walking out of the room, the squishing sound betraying how she accidentally stepped into Julie’s pee on the way out.
“Did you wet your bed too?” Kathy asked. Julie sighed. “Yeah,” was all she answered.
“I knew you would!” Kathy said as she pulled her duvet aside and stepped out. She lowered the bulky pull-up and put it on the ground, standing there in only her top.
“What the fuck, you’re wearing a diaper???” Julie asked in disbelief. Her parents had never put any of them in diapers after infancy, they didn’t believe in it being a proper solution to make them stop peeing their beds.
“Yeah, grandma didn’t want another stain in the carpet… – oh,” Kathy said as she saw the obvious disaster on the other side of the room. “Seems like that happened anyway.”
“Fuck,” Julie said, “do you think she’s gonna force me to wear one too?”
“I wasn’t forced to wear one, she just asked me to,” Kathy said.
The girls’ mother got back into their room with two pull-ups, gave one to Kathy who happily put it on, and went over to Julie.
“I know, this isn’t a solution, but if you could wear one at night just for the rest of this night and tomorrow night that’d be great,” she said. “It’s just to minimize damage if you have another accident here. Of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She then got up and took Kathy’s used one with her.
Julie was left speechless. She really didn’t feel like wearing a diaper and couldn’t believe her mom actually suggested it. After the girls were left alone in their room, she threw it under her bed, let her towel fall to the ground and got in between the clean sheets for some well-needed rest. |
Sunday part I – You’re Supposed to Take Those Off
The next morning, Julie was relieved to feel dry privates after waking up and routinely running her fingers over them to check. As she stood naked in the bedroom she was ashamed to feel the damp carpet on her feet, and got even redder realizing she had no dry panties left in her room. She looked around and was happy to see a wet pull-up was all that was left in Kathy’s bed, indicating she could pick her outfit in peace. First things first, she went to the bathroom just in case, despite not feeling any need. A small trickle was all she managed to push out, and made her comfortable quenching the immense thirst she felt right afterwards. Back in her room, she got some black shorts and a loose black top to wear. She’d just have to go commando until she had a chance to take some of her clothes from the laundry room.
At breakfast, which the rest of the family was almost finished with as Julie joined them, she drank her everyday coffee and some juice. Her grandmother awkwardly reassured her that it’s okay to use protection at night if you need it. If that wasn’t bad enough, the fabric of her short black shorts against her genitals was a constant reminder of her accidents. She just hoped nobody would notice the lack of underwear. She did like the feel of it but she did not want anyone to discover that she was in shortage of panties, so she decided to get her clothes from the laundry room as soon as she was done eating.
There was a rack from which Julie’s and Kathy’s clothes hung to dry. Julie selected the dry clothes and moved it all to the girls’ room to avoid suspicion and be under the guise of helping if somebody saw her. Her red panties and her shirt from last night were still drying. In her room she put on her yellow panties and promised to herself she would keep these dry.
She decided to distract herself from her current feelings by reading. That always helped her to slip away from reality, and for that very reason Julie decided to empty her bladder before she started again. She did not manage to get a lot out, since she had gone to the toilet just before breakfast. She went outside, laid down a towel on the grass to not get her clothes dirty, laid herself down in the sun and started reading. As she had nothing to worry about now regarding her bladder, Julie soon found herself lost in the story once again. After an hour or two of reading, she started to have a bit of a headache and a dry throat, so she went inside to fill up a half liter bottle of water and went back to reading once again, sipping water constantly to get rid of that parched feeling. After a while, it must’ve been about half an hour, she went back inside to fill the bottle up again because she still was not feeling hydrated enough. Again Julie got back to reading as fast as she could as she was still lost in the other world created by the author.
In Julie’s book, the main protagonist didn’t dare to tell her love interest she had to pee during a very nervous date, causing a hilarious scene where she peed through her panties on the toilet and her date having to buy her new panties, Julie noticed her own need she had neglected while being away from reality; the water bottle was empty again, and the contents now filled up her bladder rapidly. Knowing the events of the last few days, Julie knew she had to go to the toilet now before she was lost in the story once again. She got up and went inside. Walking made her notice the fullness of her bladder even more; she really needed a toilet, but it wasn’t as bad as some previous cases this weekend. Still, her bladder was significantly fuller than what it had felt like. She went inside the house, through the kitchen where Julie’s mother just started making tea. The sound of water filling up the kettle sparked a reaction in the girl’s bladder; as she walked from the kitchen into the living room, a wave of desperation suddenly came over her and she had to stop for a moment. Julie buried both her hands into her crotch and did a small dance, hopping from foot to foot to remain in control. Both her hands pushing and rubbing hard into her private parts gave some relief and some sexual pleasure as she also rubbed her clit.
“Oh my, you’d better hurry to the toilet before you need another change of clothes, sweetie” she heard her grandmother say, who was watching TV. “Uhm, yeah, I will” Julie said, as her face reddened.
She was embarrassed of her grandmother speaking to her in that childish way; she was an adult, at least legally, but she couldn’t blame her grandma for it given her recent history. Another urge came over her as she was distracted by this, and she almost lost control again, but managed to hold on by dancing some more and putting more pressure on her intimate parts with her hands from the outside of her clothes. Now she was really desperate again; she had to keep one hand between her legs as she sped through the hallway towards the toilet. Luckily, Julie saw the door was unlocked; she would find relief soon! Knowing this, another urge came over her and her bladder muscles started to contract with the information of pending relief, but she could hold on if she just walked on and got her clothes down as soon as possible.
However, as Julie opened the door she was in for quite the surprise; Kathy was sitting on the toilet. Her sister sat there, eyes closed, with her jeans around her ankles and white cotton panties still on and one hand on the fabric, two fingers rubbing her clit through it. In surprise, Julie’s bladder released a two-second spurt; her bladder had thought she would be on the toilet right now, and started to contract more violently. As Julie’s other hand came to the rescue to stop her bladder from emptying, she saw that her sister’s panties had started getting wet too; at first only around her most private area, shielded by Kathy’s hand, but soon enough liquid was running straight through them, making the fabric see-through. Julie could practically see the exact location of the pee hole it all originated from every now and then under the hand that was rubbing through the wet material. Julie’s bladder contracted again and she grunted loudly while trying to keep her pants dry.
“Go away! Leave me alone!” Kathy screamed as her face got the reddest Julie had ever seen it. Finally Kathy noticed what was happening, and a look of horror overcame her as she realized she had forgotten to close the door. She quickly closed her legs and put her hands on her white panties, trying to hide them from view and to stop the flow that had just begun, but it was of no use; once started, Kathy’s bladder started emptying faster and faster. After a few seconds of shifting on the toilet, pee was loudly clattering into the water below and the hissing sound got louder and louder. Kathy gave up, knowing her sister had seen it anyway, and removed her now wet hands from her soaked crotch; Kathy started peeing full force through her panties into the toilet. Her white panties already were completely soaked and Julie could see the liquid, still extremely clear, forcefully pushing through the material of her sister’s most intimate piece of clothing.
“Wha… w… what are you doing? Why… ” Julie stammered, as she felt another spurt escape, dampening the crotch of her black shorts. Seeing her sister pee herself and now hearing a loud hissing sound hitting her panties, along with a full stream falling down into the water beneath her was too much for Julie. Her bladder released another spurt, and another. She still tried to stop the flow long enough until she could use the toilet, but she knew full well she had almost zero chance of making it now. Kathy’s forceful peeing didn’t seem to stop for quite some time, and Julie’s bladder thought it was time. As she rubbed her private parts trying to distract her nerves, Julie was shaking and dancing. Suddenly and without warning, warmth spread around her crotch, warming her panties again. As her hands got wetter and wetter and the warmth flowed down her thighs she felt shame wash over herself; she was uncontrollably wetting herself once again.
Julie gave up; she knew it was hopeless now. She spread her legs and removed her hands, hoping it wouldn’t flow down into her shoes and socks this time. Only now she started peeing full force and the small room was filling with an additional hissing sound of Julie’s pee escaping her body and flowing through her shorts. A third of the way to her knees, where the shorts stopped, a few drips fell down to the ground before a steady stream formed, first falling down from her right leg, after which her left leg followed suit. The streams falling down on the tiles overpowered the sound of Kathy’s pee falling towards the water through her panties. As the two puddles under Julie formed and got bigger and bigger, she felt small trickles going down her lower legs. More and more trickles were escaping from the main streams as more and more pee fell through her shorts, spreading through the material in all directions. Julie looked down to see her lower legs now glistening with the trickles of pee going down into her socks; it hadn’t worked. Her socks were getting soaked from all directions and her shoes started filling up, as the flow from her bladder slowly decreased in intensity. The puddles had joined forces and were still spreading from the thick streams falling down in it. Kathy had to quickly pull her legs up, preventing Julie’s pee from wetting her socks and jeans. As the thick streams falling from Julie also decreased, they started going down her lower legs and made sure her shoes were absolutely overflowing with her pee. As the last trickles warmed Julie’s panties and pants, all that could be heard were the drops falling down into the water from both girls, Julie’s falling down from her shorts into her puddle below, and Kathy’s from her soaked panties into the toilet.
“Julie? Were you too late again?” the girls heard their grandmother yell from down the hallway. Footsteps indicated people coming over to check. Kathy pulled down her panties a bit, wrung them out as well and quickly as she could and pulled them back up again, and pulled up her pants over them while standing up and immediately jumping towards the only dry piece of tile left in the toilet, out of her sisters’ puddle. She pulled the crotch of her jeans down and kept her legs slightly parted to prevent her panties from wetting her jeans too much, just in time for the girls’ mother and grandmother appearing in the door opening. All they saw was one very wet girl and one dry girl apart from her socks, which had gotten soaked in the process.
“Julie wet herself again! She couldn’t wait until I was done!” Kathy said. Julie, baffled by what she had just seen from her sister, didn’t know what to say and only managed to mutter some indistinguishable words. A tear started rolling down her red cheeks.
“Oh, Julie, why didn’t you go earlier? You’ve been lying just outside the house for 2 hours!” Julie’s mother said, “Kathy making it and Julie having an accident, it’s like you switched places.”
Kathy smiled. Julie almost started protesting, but a quick glance from her sister reminded her to keep silent about her soaked panties if she didn’t want her to spill the beans on her other accidents.
In her confusion, Julie just ran away, upstairs to the bathroom where she could shower and be alone, without the judging eyes from her elders. She needed to get clean again and process what had just happened. She really didn’t need to go that badly when she got up; the water in the kettle and her grandma’s remark seemed to make it a bit harder, but when her bladder thought it would get relief but instead she saw her sister peeing her panties on the toilet she couldn’t handle it anymore and wet her pants well before she expected to. But the most confusing thing was that her sister was just sitting on the toilet for a moment, with dry panties, before she started peeing. And she hadn’t seen her going into the toilet; she must’ve been there for a long enough time to pull them down. Why didn’t she? And why was Julie’s clit still slightly swollen from the rubbing just before her accident? It must be because she hasn’t pleasured herself for almost a week and had started to miss it. |
Sunday part II – In Bloom
Luckily for Julie, her mom was right on top of the laundry, wanting to cause the least possible burden on Julie’s grandparents. The sheets that used to be around her bed and her night shirt were still pretty damp, but the red panties were practically dry. She put the shorts and panties she had wet earlier today and selected the shortest program available. She might get some grief about wasting water, but she couldn’t have added some of her other laundry; for that her mom needed to find out about at least one other accident, since she would probably see. She had to wash her clothes as soon as possible; right now, she wore nothing beneath her black mini-skirt, and had to get the still slightly damp red panties. They’d probably dry quickly once she was wearing them though. She wore the same loose black top she did before. She also took her damp night shirt with her to avoid any suspicion; her panties could not be the only thing gone. Upstairs she laid it out on her bed as well as she could, so that it would dry as much as possible, and got ready for the picnic in the woods her family wanted to go on.
When she finally came downstairs, the rest of the family was long ready to go. Julie’s face went red at the mere sight of her family; she was really ashamed of her accidents by now, and didn’t dare to say a word. At the door, she put on her black shoes that had been washed and were drying against a radiator. She tried to be as invisible as she could; she lagged behind a bit, hoping nobody would strike up a conversation with her. Julie started to feel depressed about her deteriorating bladder control, and just wanted to be alone, but she had to tag along; she wanted to maintain the image of her normal self. The less focus on her, the better. That also meant trying to behave like she normally would, not to seem too abnormal. The walk towards the designated picnic site took them along the same route Julie had walked when she first wanted to clear her head from the accident in the car, and it didn’t take long before she could see the general location in the nearby cornfield where she had her second accident that weekend; that one seemed so long ago and so trivial by now, even though it had been just two days. She tried hard not to let it get the better of her; she had to distract herself from those feelings. Maybe it was just a temporal setback, but she had tried so hard to finally succeed in getting rid of her frequent accidents for years and finally managed to, but suddenly this weekend was probably the worst it had ever been since becoming a teen. Her lifetime fear of being permanently incontinent came back, and she felt just as depressed as she used to around the time she started puberty. How was she going to deal with this at a university? She wiped away one tear that almost rolled down her cheek and managed to get it together again; distraction would be key for now, and she decided to look away from the cornfield into the forest, trying to spot animals living their normal life.
The rest of the walk she managed to successfully ignore her family and vice versa. Julie hadn’t even noticed her sister. She was wearing the same clothes as the first day (her black skirt with a black and white striped top) and had been walking with a picnic basket in one hand, and her other hand pressing into her crotch for quite some time now. Once they reached the picnic site (a small clearing in the forest), Julie’s grandparents laid down a big blanket, on which Julie’s parents and sister put down the food they had brought. Julie sat down with her legs closed to the side, and saw her sister being mindless as ever with her cross-legged position, right across of her. She could see right under her sister’s skirt, and accidentally saw what was beneath; white panties, clearly wet and still slightly see through. Julie assumed those were the ones she peed in on the toilet. When Kathy put a hand down her crotch, pushing her skirt down, Julie realized she had been inappropriately staring, and also she noticed her sister was holding herself and her legs were trembling. The girls’ grandma poured tea in a few cups and handed them to everyone. After a few sips, Kathy suddenly jumped up, only minutes after sitting down, said “uh oh” and ran past Julie towards the trees behind her. Running, she hiked up her skirt and as soon as she passed the first tree, she squatted down, with her back towards the rest of the family, who could only see a thick stream of pee falling from under her, along with the sound of her pee hitting the soil. Her skirt was just covering her bum from their point of view. After about half a minute, the stream slowed down to multiple trickles and soon only drops were falling down. As Kathy stood up, Julie could just see a few trickles falling from underneath the skirt that soon converted to drops rolling down her sister’s legs while walking back towards the picnic site. She looked at it intently before realizing she shouldn’t. After Kathy sat back down again, this time just beside the blanket, the awkward silence was broken by her mother.
“Did you remember to pack extra panties?”
“Sorry, I forgot. But it’ll dry soon enough,” Kathy answered.
“You have to be careful with things like this, sweetie, I don’t want you to get a UTI. I want you to bring spare panties or protection if you leave the house,” her grandmother said in a loving voice.
Kathy just shrugged and drank the rest of her tea. Julie was once again amazed by how little her little sister cared about her accidents, and she also seemed to have more of them here, just like herself. Maybe it’s something in the air, Julie thought, as she took a sip from the cup of tea her grandma just handed her.
Julie’s mother tried to get her involved in the family conversation several times, but she had no success. Julie managed to keep her reactions to one sentence or less. She wanted to be alone so badly, why did they have to do this now? They haven’t done much with everyone yet this weekend, so she could understand, but right now she did not want any of it. The only conversation she was really involved in was right at the moment everyone was going back to the house.
“Julie, are you coming too?” the grandmother asked when Julie was still standing about at the picnic-site. The rest of the family was almost at the main path, standing still and waiting for her.
“Ehmmmm, I wanna walk through the woods a bit by myself” Julie answered.
“But we were planning to play some games! You used to love that!” her mother tried.
“Well, I don’t today. I just want to be alone,” Julie answered grumpily, trying to mask the tremble in her voice.
“Okay then, you’re not going to be much of a joy this way anyway. Just don’t make it too long and be safe! Do you have your phone with you?” her mother said.
“Yeah, of course!” Julie said, involuntarily snapping at her mother.
“Okay, you clearly need to walk something off. Try to be a bit nicer when you come back” her mother said, annoyed.
Julie didn’t answer that, and didn’t need to because the rest had started moving. Julie started moving in the other direction. She did not dare to look back at her family, because if someone else would look around they could see the tears on her face. After five minutes of walking she felt safe and alone enough, and she sat down on the ground with her knees pulled up right in front of her. She was now further from the house of her grandparents than she had been on Friday. She let her tears go, put her arms over her knees and laid her head on them. She sobbed for a few minutes in this position before she regained herself a bit, still feeling depressed but at least not sobbing anymore. After a few minutes of sitting there with only the occasional tear escaping her red eyes, she realized the ‘be safe’-part of what her mother said. A nineteen year old girl sitting on the ground crying alone in the woods probably wasn’t the safest thing, so she walked through the trees over to the cornfield to be shielded from any onlooker. Also, she had a slight hint of a filling bladder, and in the cornfield she would have the freedom to squat down and pee without being visible from more than two meters away.
She walked further than necessary into the field. She wanted to reach the middle to be as alone as possible, and her bladder should still be able to make it that far easily, since she did not need to go that badly yet. However, the corn was so high this time of year there was no way to know how far exactly she had walked. After a few minutes, something in the atmosphere changed. There was a pleasant smell in the background coming from somewhere, and Julie started following where she thought it came from. She was on the right track; it was getting stronger. Just after she noticed the increased intensity, she could see a clearing started only a few meters away. Strange, she could definitely not have reached the other side yet. Curiosity replacing her angst, she walked on and stepped into the clearing. What she saw there was completely unexpected; a field of maybe 20 by 20 metres completely filled with plants that reached about the height of her breasts with beautiful purple flowers, facing diagonally downwards. Around the field of flowers was a clearing of 2 meters in every direction. This seemed to be here for a reason. Somehow, she started to feel happy. She didn’t know how or why, but it was something about these flowers. Everything smelled like vanilla and cherry, maybe with a hint of cinnamon in the background. She felt like her mind was in a haze as she walked over to the nearest flower. She turned one of the downwards facing flowers towards her face and brought her face towards the flower before inhaling deeply through her nose.
She suddenly was in another world, she felt all her senses tingling and in her head she felt something she hadn’t felt before. In some way it was close to that one time she had tried weed, but this was way better and had more to it. A sort of peace came over her, as if all of her stress was alleviated at that moment and her body relaxed. It felt like her muscles did not have to work anymore, like her body became lighter. The constant noise of birds and crickets that she otherwise thought was annoying somehow morphed into a pleasant sound in the background of the sound of her breath. She closed her eyes, her sight was blurred anyway, and stood there in total bliss. She felt a peaceful warmth spreading through her body and as it reached the area between her legs, she wanted nothing else than to touch herself there. She put her right hand into her crotch, pushing the front of her skirt against her panties and then felt the warmth spreading through that fabric too. Soon enough it had gotten soaked and liquid was spreading all over the front and falling down through her hand, but she didn’t realize or even care what it was. She just wanted to touch herself.
Her hand continued on rubbing the fabrics between her legs. It wasn’t even sexual; she just felt like she had to touch herself there. She barely felt anything physical anymore but it was still where her hand was supposed to be. Slowly the fog in her head was lifting. She opened her eyes and saw her sight was slightly less blurred. The sound of her breathing was now joined by liquid splattering on the ground and a hissing sound. As the tingling sensation faded, she started feeling liquid running down her legs before she felt the wet fabric between her legs against her privates and her index and middle finger running over her clit. Then came the familiar feeling of an emptying bladder and only now her head was clear enough to realize what she was doing. She looked down and saw that the front of her skirt was now hiked up between her arm and tummy, enough so she could see her soaked red panties underneath. She was still stroking her clit with two fingers of a hand covered in urine. Pee was still flowing down both her legs. Her socks shoes were saturated with pee. Where she stood, the ground that had been dry for two weeks was turned from light-grey to dark grey as it finally got some moisture. She managed to stop the flow now the pressure was almost gone and it died down slowly. All the while, Julie just stood there, looking at her accident calmly. She wasn’t upset; she couldn’t even tell if she cared that she just soaked all her clothes. She was just accepting it. She moved her hand out of the way and watched the final spurts coming through her panties and falling to the ground. As she stood there, pee dripping from her, she could even say she was happy for the first time this weekend. Peeing herself was just the price she had to pay for the complete relaxation this flower brought her.
She walked back towards the corn, away from the wet spot on the ground, leaving a trail of drops and wet footsteps on the dry ground. She got out of her shoes and emptied them along the line where the cornfield started. She positioned them on the ground a meter further, out of the shadow of the corn. Her wet socks also left marks on the ground. She peeled them off and laid them down beside her shoes to dry. She walked towards another plant this time, put her bare feet half a meter apart, put her right hand under her skirt and on her wet panties. Her left hand turned the flower towards her face and she smelled it again. Bliss came over her again. Her body was light again. She stood there, rubbing her wet panties again, with her eyes closed. Only later she would find out about the trickle falling down from those wet panties as her bladder relaxed and released the final bit of urine that had stayed in there after she had stopped the flow before. |
Things got busy irl and I kinda forgot about this like it was the Iron Fleet. Here's the next chapter.
Sunday part III - It's in the Genes
Julie sat on the dry ground. She had been here for over two hours now, and she was feeling just great. Her shoes were still soaked, but her socks and panties were drying quickly. After the second time she had smelled one of the flowers, she noticed a small wet patch on the ground between her feet, while she did not even have to go at that point. Obviously, since she went in her panties just before that. But the new warmth she felt in the crotch of her panties had confirmed what happened, so she quickly learned to lay her panties to dry instead of keeping them on if she was planning on having another sniff. After several of those, she had learned that if there was enough in her bladder to get something out while sniffing these flowers, it would come out, as evidenced by the puddles she left behind every now and then. Only if her bladder was empty or nearly empty, she would make it through the experience dry, she learned from testing. But she didn’t mind; the whole experience after sniffing one of the flowers from nearby and even being in the presence of this wonderful scent in the background was worth it. She sat there, in the sun, showing she was going commando to only the flowers in front of her and admiring the several wet patches on the ground, some almost dry, some still clearly marked. She just hoped her shoes would dry before the sun disappeared behind the trees, but she didn’t worry too much. If someone would find out, she could just say she had an accident. She was fine with telling her family she accidentally peed herself. After all, it was the truth and this weekend had been full of them anyways. It had been half an hour since her last sniff, but she felt like she was at the height of her feelings; she did not need another one. She let her upper body fall backwards and blissfully looked at the sky, appreciating the birds that flew over. She put an arm under her head and was overcome with relaxation. Quickly, she dozed off.
Julie woke up, feeling completely refreshed. She pushed herself up with her arms towards a sitting position. As her legs moved over the fabric of her skirt, she felt it was soaked. She had peed again while sleeping. Inspecting the damage, she found that about a quarter of the backside of her skirt had gotten soaked, and some of the front where it had fallen between her legs. She reckoned the whiff of the plants must’ve affected her in her sleep too, even when she wasn’t actively sniffing them. No biggie. She touched the hem of her skirt and found it felt like it was fresh, still relatively warm. Her panties and socks seemed to have dried in the sun, but when she felt the thick material inside her shoes, it became clear they weren’t going to be dry anytime soon; pressing it still made liquid seep out and run over her fingers. At least she was going to wait to go back until her skirt was dry again, but she would have to carry her shoes. She sat down beside the most recent wet patch she had made on the ground and looked around. She could not locate any of her other wet patches; the only proof of her previous accidents were the shoes. For some reason the accidents didn’t leave any proof in her panties. She wasn’t going to put them back on soon, though. She scooted over to the flowers and pulled up her skirt so that it wasn’t covering any of her ass anymore, and bended a stem so the flower moved right into her face. She sat there, eyes closed, on the ground, naked from the hip down with a smile on her face. Before long, a tiny trickle of pee rolled out of her urethra down into the ground and slightly spreading around her, wetting butt. A hand moved down towards her privates again. She rubbed and rubbed, and kept on rubbing as she slowly regained her sober mind shortly before climaxing. She let herself be heard; nobody else was around here anyway. The plants seemed to make her horny too. When she was done, she repositioned herself on a dry piece of ground and re-examined the state of her skirt; still soaking wet of course.
She checked the time on the phone that just fit into one of the two small pockets in the front of her skirt. Wow, 6:30 already. Dinner would probably be ready in an hour, as always at her grandparents. She would have to leave soon. She started rubbing the back of her skirt to speed up the drying process. As she remembered how much this plant had changed her mood, she started to wonder about the plant; what’s the name, why does the smell affect me so much, why is there a field of them within her grandparents’ cornfield? She decided to activate the data connection on her phone. She ignored the countless messages that came in and went straight to a search engine, typing the characteristics she could think of:
‘purple flower yellow happy tripping pee yourself’
The first result was the Wikipedia page, but the second result piqued her interest:
Meconopsis minginvitus (purple poppy) – Index of psychedelic plants
https://www.psychoactivity.org/minginvitus
Meconopsis minginvitus is a species of poppy known as purple poppy. The… …due to its psychoactive traits… …numerous yellow stamens… …resulting in the voiding of the bladder…
missing: happy
She clicked the link and started reading.
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Meconopsis minginvitus
Meconopsis minginvitus is a species of poppy known as purple poppy. The plant is native to the Himalayan region, but has since its discovery been successfully cultivated in a variety of environments after its popularization and subsequent mystification in Western Europe and North America at the end of the 19th century, mainly due to its psychoactive traits. The plant is also associated with mental healing and alleviation of stress, but scientific consensus is lacking.
The purple poppy is easily recognizable. The flower consists of bright purple petals, numerous yellow stamens and a pistil consisting of a red style and blue stigma. The flower hangs downwards from the top of the stem. When flowering, the purple poppy can reach heights of 120 centimetres. The leaves are long, sit directly on the stem, alternately attached, and are directed upwards. The plant bears flowers for about two months a year, normally in May and June.
History of cultivation
The plant was first described by Royle in 1834. Back then it only grew in the scarcely populated Phobjikha valley of Bhutan and was believed to possess some form of divinity by the local population. It was their belief that the plant was restricted to the valley and it was against their customs to remove a specimen or its seeds out of the valley. This was respected by Royle, but the manuscript he wrote while residing in and observing the culture of the valley attracted travellers from Europe who often did not. Soon the plant appeared in gardens of the nobility and became a symbol of status and its use was reserved for special occasions. Contrary to expectations, the plant was found to be well-adapted to a wide range of conditions and spread rapidly in the last decade of the 19th century. It lost its status as a symbol of wealth and was now also used by the working class. Because of this, combined with some of the adverse effects described below, most of the nobility had stopped using the plant around the turn of the century, and governments started banning cultivation, sometimes cracking down hard on its use as a psychoactive drug, making it disappear from public life in less than ten years.
The plant had a brief second popularity surge in both Western Europe and North America during the late sixties and early seventies and became known under the abbreviation p-p. Some of the old myths about spiritual healing surrounding the plant resurfaced in the hippie culture, and many started cultivating the plant again. Despite still being banned, little action was undertaken to stop this trend at the time and due to unwillingness to crack down again, cultivation and use was tolerated and in many cases the ban was lifted. Halfway through the seventies, however, the plant had become stigmatized because of its users and side effects, and after the decline of hippie culture it went back into obscurity. Since then, scientific research has cleared up some of the mysteries surrounding the plant, while others have prevailed without explanation or confirmation.
The plant is relatively unknown nowadays, but it is cultivated in low quantities in many different places around the world. Because of the timing and the location of the flower’s popularity as well as the timing of the bans, the theory about it playing a large part in establishing peace in Europe is prominent under advocates of the plant. This theory, however, is just based on a correlation instead of actual research. Sceptics of this theory like to point out that though peace was established within Europe during the period in which the plant was mostly cultivated, European empires still fought numerous wars in other continents against other nations and empires, and there is no reason to believe the foreign policy of those nations was affected by the plant.
Human applications and effects
Stem
The stem contains an oily substance that has been associated with spiritual and physical healing. Legend says that when applied directly to the skin, it can speed up the healing process and prevent infections. Research has shown the oil has a weak anti-bacterial effect which explains the prevention of infections, though modern anti-bacterial substances are more effective. Speeding up of the healing process apart from this has not been clinically shown.
A completely unconfirmed myth is the spiritual healing power the oil is claimed to have when consumed orally. Because of this myth, it has been used as cooking oil during the periods in which the plant’s popularity surged. Though it is impossible to prove or disprove the claim of spiritual healing, research into the oil has shown it to have no side effects.
Flower
From the petals, pistil and stamens a strong aroma arises commonly described to be in between the smell of vanilla and cherry. Inhaling the smell of the flower induces a temporary increase in serotonin production and a psychoactive response, normally gone within a few minutes. Inhaling smoke from burning dried parts of the flower causes the effects to stay for longer at a slightly lower intensity and slowly wear off over two to three hours. During this time, the nervous system is affected and a tingling sensation all over the body is reported by users, as well as a slight relaxation of the muscles. Though in general these effects are not severe, they can be locally. In people with shorter urethras, for example, some muscles in the lower abdomen relax more than others, and some nerves around that region can stop receiving signals altogether, not uncommonly resulting in the voiding of the bladder.
Because not a single chemical has been found responsible, a yet unknown combination of chemicals exuded by the flower is thought to be the cause of these effects. For the disparity in reactions, several yet unconfirmed hypotheses exist; it could be caused by a combination between the chemicals coming from the flower and locally produced protein coded for by a gene located on the X-chromosome that needs to be homozygous to work or is prevented from working by a gene located on the Y-chromosome. The effect of the chemicals could also be prevented by such a locally produced protein coded for by a gene on the Y-chromosome, if the chemicals exuded by the plant have such a strong difference in local effects of themselves.
Leaves
The leaves also have a slightly weaker and slightly different aroma, described as a combination between vanilla and cinnamon. This smell is largely ineffective. Eating the leaves, however, promotes serotonin production and the same tingling sensation and relaxation of the muscles as the smell of the flower but for a longer period, including the same disparities in the urinary system. Because many like the taste, leaves are often dried and cut up to use as herbs for cooking or making tea, which is found to mitigate some of the effects on the nerves, muscles and serotonin levels, but does not completely eradicate them. The taste can be described as a sweeter version of cinnamon.
Root
In contrast to the stem, flower and leaves, the root was not used by the original population of the Phobjikha valley since it was their belief the plant got its divine powers via the root in the soil. Europeans later found that the root contains the strongest psychoactive substances; eating 8-10 grams of purple poppy-root is believed to have similar effects as 3-4 grams of Psilocybe cubensis (a psychedelic mushroom). This does however diminish bladder control in half of the human population for the entirety of the psychedelic experience, which can last up to 8 hours.
Long-term effects
No possibility for physical addiction has been shown yet, but mental addiction can become a problem when using an application of the flower or root more than once per week. People with shorter urethras should take extra care due to the disparity in effects on the nerves and muscles. After using the root, flower or fresh leaves, a refractory period of at least one week is recommended to prevent deteriorating bladder capacity and control over time. Another side effect is a lessening of the smell of urine with every dose. Research has shown that waste products are still present in the urine, but are bound differently, decreasing their odor. Though no effect is permanent, urinary incontinence caused by the purple poppy can be severe and depending on the severity, body specifics and age of the user it can take up to a year to recover. In case of the use of dried leaves, a maximum of two instances of no more than 5 grams per week is recommended. More instances or higher doses have been associated with prolonged urinary incontinence.
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Julie’s mind was dazzled. She did recognize the effects of smelling the flower clearly, but there was so much more to it. She wanted to try out more of this plant, but this was the first time she has ever seen it. It would likely be months before she would return here, and by then the flowers would not be there anymore. They were leaving tomorrow; she had to find a way to get some of these flowers, leaves and roots with her to dry them at home. She had no means to take anything with her now, so she had to return here with some storage space. Moreover, dinner would start in half an hour now, and she figured she was at least a 15-minute walk away. The last words rung in her mind though; the plant she was now so excited about could cause her lifetime fear to become reality. She had to take care. Julie got up, put her phone away in her skirt-pocket and stuffed her dry but urine-stained socks in the other one. She slid her now slightly stiff panties back on and carried her shoes. Her skirt was still damp, but since it was black it was barely visible. As she was about to step out of the clearing and into the cornfield again, she couldn’t resist. She slid her panties off again, walked over to the nearest plant, parted her legs in advance and sniffed. Only moments later the ground beneath her darkened again, but Julie was somewhere else.
“Okay, that was the last time for this week, even if I manage to take some home” Julie thought as she was now definitively walking towards the house through the cornfield. She had to prevent this from resulting in incontinence. She looked forward to smoking it, since that seemed to give the same but prolonged effect without having to use more. She also was looking forward to exploring the roots. “No, wait, I have to stop thinking about it constantly!” she thought when she noticed her trail of thoughts going again. She was distracted by the ringing of her phone. It was her mother of course, overly worried as always.
“Hi mom!” she answered the phone happily.
“Oh thank goodness! I was getting worried. I was hoping you’d call sometime. Where are you? Dinner’s almost ready and you have been away all of the afternoon!” her mom said, somewhat rattling.
“Haha, relax Mom, I’m okay. I just needed some alone time. I’m already on my way, I’ll be there in a few minutes” Julie said.
“Wow, you sound much happier than you did before honey! I hope you cleared your mind?”
“Something like that. Anyway, I'm coming. See you soon!”
Julie reached the house indeed just a few minutes later and figured out that the field of purple poppy wasn’t far from where she had wet herself on Friday. Maybe all these accidents weren’t here fault; maybe it was just the poppies causing her to pee herself so much this weekend. Well, except for that first time… But whatever.
To her luck, she found nobody at the front of the house; she didn’t have to explain why she was barefooted and carrying her shoes. She just put them against the heater in the hall and quickly went upstairs, avoiding the family she could hear talking in the kitchen and living room, careful not to make a sound. She traded the dirty socks for a pair of clean ones, putting the stained ones in with her stash of hidden clothes from the weekend. She felt her skirt again, and rubbed it some more to make it just a little bit drier before going down to face her family. It was still damp but she couldn’t get the scent of pee from it or from her panties, and decided it was safe. Content with the results, she went down into the hall and walked back over to the door she left intentionally open before, and slammed it shut, pretending to have just arrived. She went through the door into the kitchen and was just in time as dinner was just being served.
“See, nothing to worry about, I’m always on time” Julie joked at her mother, who just smiled at it.
During dinner, Julie noticed the familiar taste of her grandmother’s cooking. Suddenly she realised; it tasted a bit like cinnamon, and if she really tried hard she could notice a hint of vanilla in the background. And as she sat there she had a stunning realization; she was cooking with dried leaves from the purple poppy! She started counting back to find out how old they would’ve been in the late sixties; if she was not mistaken, her grandfather must’ve turned 19 and her grandmother 18 in 1965! These are perfect ages to have been part of the hippie movement that started in the years after that. It all made sense, apart from the fact that she could never see her grandparents as hippies. They seem way too normal for that, but she had to find out.
At the end of dinner, the dishes were moved to the counter for later care. First they would drink some tea in the living room, as was often the case here. As Julie took the first sip from the still hot tea, she again noticed the same taste of cinnamon and vanilla. The latter one came out better in the tea, she thought. It reminded her of a question she had wanted to ask, trying to keep her investigation as innocent as possible.
“Grandma, I was wondering, could you show me pictures from when you were my age? I want to know how you looked back then” Julie said.
“Well, I don’t know, I would have to dig it up,” answered her grandmother.
“Pleeeaaase?” Julie said, in her sweetest voice possible. She knew she couldn’t resist that.
“Oh alright, I’ll try to find some photo albums.”
After everyone had finished their tea, Julie’s grandma went to the attic and when she returned, only Julie was left sitting in the living room. Her parents said they already knew most of those pictures from that period grandma told all her life stories multiple times and went outside together with grandpa to enjoy the evening sun. Kathy just wanted to play on her Gameboy, and her parents convinced her to at least sit outside with them when she did.
Grandma started browsing through one of the photo albums, telling all kinds of stories typical of the early and mid-sixties. The album was labelled ’1962-1967’, and Julie regretted not asking for how her grandma had looked when she was a few years older. Still, she could enjoy seeing some of the similarities between them, her mother and herself. She had almost the same expressions as Julie in staged pictures. There wasn’t anything else than staged pictures though, so it became dull rather quickly. She had to continue to pretend to be interested though, if she was to find out more.
After half an hour, they had finally finished the photo album.
“Can we look at the album from 1968 and on? I want to see what I’m going to look like!” Julie said, trying to be as legitimately interested as she could.
“Are you sure I won’t bore you too much?”
“No, you won’t! I want to see!”
Of course her grandmother conceded, and soon they were browsing through a photo album called ’1968-1972’. With every picture, she looked happier and hippier; with another turned page, flowers started to appear in her hair and her dresses now also featured flowers; she sure looked like she was a hippy. When Julie commented on this, her grandma just had a mysterious grin on her face that said ‘you don’t know anything about me’.
Somewhere in the part that said ‘1969’, a picture particularly struck Julie; they were still black and white, but in a picture where she was wearing a presumably white, or maybe beige, dress with flowers, sported a wide smile and wore a crown of plants, it sure looked like the now 22 year old woman was holding a poppy. The colour was of course unclear. Grandma turned that page a little bit quicker than others, but Julie was already intrigued. She didn’t say anything though.
They browsed through the pictures of her grandma in a typical Volkswagen bus, and her lying in a grass field and kissing a typical hippy guy that had already been in several pictures. He had straight long hair and he turned out to be her grandfather. She couldn’t fathom this guy was the same person as the one now sitting outside the window, and grandma smiled as she saw her daughter looking confused as she compared the two.
After they were done with the album, Grandma was going to do the dishes. Julie volunteered to bring the pictures back up to the attic (“so you don’t have to get up all those stairs”) and promised her to help her out with the dishes afterwards.
There was one thing Julie just had to check when she was up in the attic; she saw at least one picture hidden behind the picture with the poppy. As she browsed to the page in question, she saw there where definitely more than one. Interested, she got the whole bunch of them out. The first one she knew already, of her grandmother at 22 standing alone in a green field with the flower in her hand, but in the second one her suspicions got confirmed even more; she held the flower directly against her face and her eyes were closed. The next one, she had lowered her left arm in which she held the flower and she had an even bigger smile than usual on her face. Turning another picture, it looked like liquid was falling under her dress. The next picture was even more explicit, with her right hand now resting on her dress between her legs and a dark patch visible on the front of her dress around that hand. The next one, she had her eyes open again and the front of her dress was soaked all the way down to the hem, and if she concentrated, despite the low quality of the picture, she could see the grass and around her bare feet being wet. Looking back at the first picture, it was dry. Julie couldn’t believe this; she had kept pictures of wetting herself while getting high on a purple poppy? As she turned another picture, she got slightly uncomfortable as she saw the girl happily posing for the camera in her wet dress, and the next one made her even more uncomfortable, as she had hiked up her dress and showed her panties underneath, that were obviously soaked, while touching them inappropriately. There were still two pictures to go but she quickly put them back. Blood had rushed to her face as she was kind of ashamed of what she had just seen her grandmother doing in her youth. She felt like if she continued to look at more of them, she’d have to purge that memory if she ever wanted to enjoy those poppies again.
After she saw the red in her face had disappeared enough through the mirror in the upstairs bathroom, Julie went downstairs to fulfill her promise of helping out with the dishes.
“Oh, you’re back? Thank you for getting them back upstairs, those stairs into the attic are getting more dangerous as I get older,” her grandmother said. Next to her, several dishes were ready to dry off and put back into their place. Julie started doing this, but soon realized she didn’t know where half of the clean dishes should go, so they switched tasks.
“You’re being so helpful today! I wish you were like this all weekend. To be honest, you weren’t nice company until earlier today” her grandma said.
“Yeah, I guess I just needed to be alone for a while,” Julie said, bending the truth a bit.
“Well I’m glad you – oooh, honey…” Grandma changed tones dramatically as she turned around from putting some plates back into the closet. “You should’ve said something if you had to go that bad!”
Julie was confused, but not for long. She felt her feet get wet, and with a shriek she stepped back from the hot water she had been keeping her hands in, and let the frying pan she was washing fall in it, while some of the dirty water in the pan splashed onto her shirt. Looking down, she saw urine running down her legs again.
“I… I… I did dn’t f-feel anything, I didn’t feel it coming, it just happened!” she said, as pee was still pouring out of her. She stood there, flustered by what just happened. Now she could feel her bladder emptying, her stream hitting her panties and warming her crotch, but before she had just been peeing herself without even knowing it. Her stream died down soon, and she knew from the modest size of the puddle on the ground that her bladder couldn’t have been full. Even more so, she would’ve felt something if that were the case. She stood there with her right hand in front of her mouth. She didn’t know what to say. She probably had way too much of the purple poppy.
“If it makes you feel better, I’ve had a few of those when I was young too,” her grandmother said.
“Yeah, I know that,” Julie thought, but feigned ignorance. “Really?” she said. “Yeah, really,” her grandmother answered.
“Please don’t tell my parents! They’re already annoyed with the other accidents I had,” Julie pleaded.
“Don’t worry, accidents happen, it can be hard to keep dry with all that running water, especially if it’s warm! Let’s clean up quickly if you want to keep this one a secret,” her grandmother said. She quickly got a mop to clean up the puddle Julie left
“Wow, she was really cool about it,” Julie thought, as she peeled of a wet pair of socks once again and put them in the bag. When she lowered her panties and stepped out of them, she noticed the wet spot she had made this time being way smaller than with any of her previous accidents. She added it to the bag of dirty clothes. She put the shirt that had gotten dirty with dishwater on the ground and walked towards the bathroom wearing only a black bra and her black skirt. She got out of them and took a long shower, the first one since she had peed herself several times today, but she still felt happy. That plant was amazing.
Edited October 21, 2019 by TheGreatNobody
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Sunday part IV – A Short Trip
Still only wearing her black skirt and bra, Julie stepped down the steps of the stairs carefully, trying to avoid the squeakiest ones. She managed to get downstairs unseen and peeked through the glass of the front door. Right away she saw her sister sitting closest to the door, playing on her handheld console, and moving her head around she learned her father was reading a book, her mother doing a crossword puzzle, her grandmother was knitting and her grandfather was just sitting there sipping his tea looking satisfied. Good. Everyone was there, sitting in the last bit of evening sun. Nobody was inside to discover the barely clothed girl.
She suddenly heard her mother’s voice from behind the door, filled with shock. “Kathy! You’re peeing again! Haven’t I told you to go as soon as you felt something?”
Julie, who had just begun to walk away from the door, turned around to look at the only person she could see from this angle. Her sister was sitting with her back against one armrest of the white plastic chair she was sitting on and her legs over the other. Julie could just see Kathy’s jeans through the holes in the back of the chair. The fact that her light-blue jeans were dark blue around her butt and liquid was falling from the chair confirmed what her mother just said.
“I kno-how, I just wanted to finish this level,” Kathy said, whiningly.
“No, you stop it right now and go inside to clean up!” her mother said, as she walked into Julie’s line of sight near Kathy. This was Julie’s sign to go, and she could only make out a high-pitched ‘mo-hoooom’ coming from the top of her sister’s lungs as she ran towards the laundry room. Once inside, she picked out her black top and pulled it over her head in a panic, which is why she needed three tries before she got it right. At least now it looked like she was dressed normally. Just as she noticed her yellow panties hanging from a line, she heard voices coming near.
“…not gonna wash your clothes again if you don’t even try to make it, you do it yourself this time”
“I thought I could hold it! It was an accident I swear!” Kathy tried to defend herself.
Julie quickly got her panties from the line and hid next to the door, so she was shielded from view for anyone going in. As she saw her sister walking by, she put her index finger to her lips in anticipation. The butt of her sister’s jeans was drenched almost up to the hem and halfway down her thighs and back of her upper legs, with a drop here and there on lower parts of her legs, falling down from the lower parts of her butt. As other footsteps neared her heart rate increased in frequency and severity, so much that she could feel it banging in her head. Kathy turned around and had a surprised look on her face as she made eye contact with her Julie, who stood there hiding against the wall, signing her to be quiet about it with panties hanging from the hand she was signing with. Julie tried to breathe quietly, which is hard when your heart is going crazy, so she barely breathed at all while she could see her mom standing at the other side of the door. She really didn’t have an adequate explanation to be there, except for the truth. She didn’t know if her face was getting redder or whiter, but something was happening. Kathy luckily averted her gaze to the door opening as her mother’s sternest voice spoke again.
“Do a quick wash so you can get it out of there in thirty minutes,” she said, “And use enough detergent, filling half of the lid should be enough to get the smell out if you’re just washing your pants and panties.”
Then she turned around and walked away. Julie dared to breathe a little again, but then her sister called out. “Wait! Which one is the right detergent?”
Julie shushed her as loud as she dared, while she heard her mother sigh and turn around. Kathy seemed to pick up on it. “Never mind! I see it already!” she called out. As the sound of the footsteps got softer and softer, Julie noticed she was holding her breath again and finally exhaled and inhaled fully a few times, as Kathy peeled her soaked pants off. Julie stepped into her dry yellow panties and hoisted them up as Kathy let her drenched darker-than-usual-green panties fall to the ground and stepped out of them. The now fully clothed Julie explained to her half-clothed sister which detergent to take and where to put it. When they were done and Kathy went upstairs, Julie hid out in the laundry room for a few extra minutes. Now that the danger was gone, she actually got quite a thrill out of the whole situation. When she walked out with a big white plastic bag she found in there, a smile formed on her face as she realized she got away with hiding an accident again.
Claiming to be tired and faking a few yawns, Julie went to bed early, before Kathy. In fact she was not close to being tired, but she had a well-devised plan and tonight was the only night she could execute it. She took a detour to get her shoes. As she walked into her room, the first thing she noticed was the pull-up lying back on her bed. Julie’s face reddened as she remembered her mother giving it to her, which seemed like days ago now. She put her nightshirt, diaper and shoes under her bed next to the bag containing all her clean and dirty clothes and the plastic bag she had found before, and got in bed with all of her normal clothes on. Then she realized she’d better be safe than sorry if she accidentally fell asleep while waiting, and got out of her panties and slipped on the pull-up. She tucked herself in so that it wouldn’t be noticeable she was still wearing her normal clothes apart from the protection. Now she just had to wait for a while.
Julie had no trouble staying awake in anticipation, and when Kathy came in almost an hour later she pretended to be asleep, waiting until she was sure Kathy was. By now it was dark outside, which was also a prerequisite. Through the cracks between her eyelids she saw how her sister came in carrying a clean pull-up, got naked and put it on before adding the same tank top she wore yesterday. About 15 minutes later, she heard the familiar way Kathy breathed while asleep, and decided it was time. She pulled the pull-up down, put on the panties and took the plastic bag with her, with shoes and socks inside. You make less noise when barefooted. She checked her phone; eleven o’clock.
The living room and all the other sleeping rooms were at the other side of the house, and she wasn’t sure about the rest of the family being asleep or not; it wasn’t that late yet. The safest thing to do was to climb out of the window and walk over the garage and slide down from it onto the two garbage containers standing against it, from which it would only be 1 meter 20 to the ground. In the bedroom window Kathy had laid her washed pants to dry, however, making it harder. She didn’t want to change its position and make her absence more noticeable. She also noted the wet pair of panties hanging from the chair again, seemingly the pair she had just gotten out of.
As Julie lowered herself from the window, she made one small misstep and made more sound than ideal as she came crashing down on the rocks on top of the garage. She stayed still for a while to listen if there was someone coming towards the sound, but when she heard nothing for a few minutes she carefully walked over to the edge of the garage and slid herself down as planned. As her feet reached one of the garbage containers, though, it almost fell over immediately and she could just stop it, but not without it banging against the wall of the garage a few times. Why did it have to be empty?
Adjusting her position to deal with unstable containers, she slid down further and when she found her balance she jumped down from them at once, scared they might fall down if she slid down. They made some more empty container-sounds, and Julie waited for a few more minutes to listen if someone reacted, but all she could hear were some crickets in the distance. This was one of the main advantages of the farm; it could get so quiet here, in the city the noise never stops. When she decided the coast was clear, she put on her socks and shoes, walked well around the area she knew would activate the lights around the garage and she was off to the corn field.
It was hard to find the field purple poppies again. When she had been walking around for about 15 minutes, she started to feel lost. Had she chosen the right direction, she would’ve been there by now, but in the dark she had no orientation points, and the occasional scare she got from animals walking through the field didn’t help. She hadn’t thought enough about this part of the plan. She had all night if she needed it, but she would prefer to get some sleep before morning.
A light breeze came to her rescue. Just after it started Julie caught a hint of vanilla. Instinctively she took a breath as deep as she could, and caught the cherry smell again. She felt her mind being elevated a little. As she relaxed, it took a few seconds for her to notice the liquid flowing through her panties and down her legs into her socks and shoes, but she managed to stop the flow. She felt the area of her bladder and it was almost completely flat, so she must be pretty nearby to be peeing, she reckoned. When she pulled up her skirt to inspect the damage, she realized another flaw in her plan; she shouldn’t have worn her last pair of clean panties. Oh well, she’ll deal with that when she gets back, the crotch is already soaked anyway. She just needed to prevent more from flowing into her shoes. She would definitely have to wear those tomorrow. She squatted down to pee so her shoes would stay dry, but she couldn’t restart it. So she had to split her focus; she kept on smelling the air and determining the direction of the breeze to eventually find the field of purple poppies, while already actively straining her muscles to keep her pee inside in case she would get overwhelmed again, despite not needing to pee at all. After a few minutes she started smelling cinnamon and soon she found the clearing. She recognized the outline of the field and determined that she came in from the east while the farm should be west from here; she had made a significant detour.
She squatted at the nearest plant and tried to pull it out of the ground complete with root, keeping her head down to avoid the flower, but it was harder than expected. She took a breath and started pulling on the stem near to the ground with both hands with a little more focus. It moved a bit, but then it broke off with just a little bit of root. She would have to dig up the rest of the root, but she didn’t bring a scoop. Maybe this plan wasn’t so well-devised after all. Her hands would have to get dirty. After she dug the dirt away around the thickest part of the root and pulled it out, an acceptable amount of root got out easily. She put it in the bag together with the rest of the plant and got to the second one. She started by digging some dirt away this time, and placed one hand at the start of the root and one hand at the lowest part of the stem and pulled diagonally, not too hard to break it, but just hard enough to get it out slowly. This brought the flower close to her face, however, and just as the plant started moving out, Julie noticed the hissing sound and the warming of her panties. She could just move her feet a little bit wider before relaxing and letting it completely overtake her. When she came to, she was sitting where she had just squatted with the second plant including its roots lying beside her. As she stood up to put it in the plastic bag, she felt a lot of drops of liquid running down her legs, and she felt it to confirm her suspicions; she had completely drenched the back of her skirt. She was dripping all over the ground and lots were ending up on her socks and shoes. Before they got too wet, she pulled her socks and shoes off and put them at the edge of the clearing where the corn began again. She unbuttoned her skirt, opened the zipper and slid it down too. She wrung it out and laid it out on a dry piece of ground, to make it dry as fast as possible. She did the same with her panties and went on to remove four other plants, sniffing all their flowers in the process, not entirely on purpose, but she didn’t try to prevent it. Some pee dripped out after the last one, but there wasn’t much left in her bladder anyway.
After she put all plants in the plastic bag, broken in half to make them fit, Julie checked her phone; it was only 12 o’clock, and her skirt and panties were still soaked. So she spent some time playing games on her phone, occasionally wringing out her skirt and panties as much as possible before heading back, walking around to keep herself warm. Even though it was a warm night late in spring, being naked from the waist down wasn’t ideal. When finally the longing for a warm bed became stronger than the will to arrive there with relatively dry clothes, it was an hour later. Her panties felt damp and cold as she slid them on, and her skirt still felt really wet and was still visibly darker in the back despite being black, but it was better than nothing. At least her socks and shoes were dry again. Just to be sure, she put them in the bag with the plants, which was now absolutely stuffed.
From here, Julie knew the general direction she had to follow from the poppies and was quite sure she’d end up at the house. After a few minutes of walking back, her panties started to get less cold and it stopped distracting her. Now she could feel just how tired she was. With her mind completely at ease and her sleep deprivation catching up with her, she felt like it was hard to stay awake even while walking. But she had to get back and she managed to.
Back at the garage she got out of her shoes, put her socks in them and climbed on top of the containers successfully, threw the bag with plants and shoes on the roof of the garage and reached up with her hands. Just as she started to try and hoist herself up she accidentally kicked over the left container. All she could do to prevent herself from crashing down was to hold on tight to the garage with all the power her exhausted body still had in it. The container made hollow sounds as it fell down, activating the light sensor. Her bladder gave away again, and her almost dry panties got a new load of pee immediately soaking it. It flowed down her legs and streams were falling down from both her feet. Due to the activated light she could see the result of her voiding bladder splattering down and wetting the tiles below her, and she knew her hands weren’t going to hold it for long either. She stepped on the other container, directing the destination of her pee from the ground to its lid. With it a much louder sound came, and she quickly jumped down as it showed no signs of stopping. She didn’t realize her bladder could’ve been so full again. “Well, better now than in bed,” she thought as the last of it flowed over her feet, adding to the puddle. She put the fallen container back in its place and wiped away most of the pee from the other one before she tried again. This time she moved very slowly, careful to not make the same mistake with the added difficulty of one extremely slippery container. As she hoisted herself up slowly, she felt her arms acidify but she kept going. As soon as she was high enough to swoop her right leg over the edge, she did so and rolled onto her back. She had to rest for a while before attempting to hoist herself into the window, even though that one was easier.
After a few minutes, she felt ready. She got up and looked over at the window. Her heart sunk. Someone closed it! Her heart rate went up into panicking velocity. She had to get down again and hope to find another entrance. But way more important to Julie at that moment: someone had been in the room since she left! Someone might know she was missing!
At least this time, she knew how to deal with the empty containers. Successfully on the ground, she was careful not to activate the lights again as she started towards the back of the house. She inspected the three possible entrances once there; the garage door back there was open, but the door from the garage into the kitchen was not. The regular backdoor was locked too, and she couldn’t get the sliding door open. Everything was locked. Her only chance was the front door, but they’d never leave it open, so she inspected if there were open windows she could reach; her parents’ room was the only one with an open window, but she would have to climb nearly impossible parts of the house for someone with climbing experience. She was not someone with climbing experience. Tears started to well up in her eyes; she fucked it up. They would find her outside in the morning, and she would have to explain it all. All the purple poppies in the world couldn’t make her okay with that prospect. As the first tear rolled down her right cheek, she opened the front door.
Wait, she opened the front door? It was open! She could get inside! She wiped away the tears that had already formed in her eyes and slowly closed the door, trying hard to not make a sound. She put her shoes with the rest of the shoes where they belonged, and tiptoed upstairs, trying to keep the plastic bag as quiet as possible. Finally in the bedroom, she leaned against the bedroom door feeling safe again, and finally feeling free to breathe in the air she needed she was panting heavily. She slowly calmed down, with her breaths getting longer slowly. With the immediate danger gone for now, she felt her face redden and a smile formed on her face. She didn’t know what kind of clothes she was going to wear tomorrow, but that was a care for later. Right now it was time to sleep and stop this crazy adventure. She was content.
When she finally caught her breath, she looked to her right. Her breath stopped again; on her bed were her nightshirt and a diaper laid out, the ones she had put under her bed before. She got on her knees quickly and looked under the bed; her bag was gone! Panic was setting in again, who knew she was gone this night? Who had taken her bag and had probably found the pocket that reeked of pee, with all her dirty clothes in it? And where are they now? After another few minutes of panic and increased heart rate, she finally settled on being too tired to think about it anyways. She got out of the clothes she was wearing and put them under her bed next to the plants, and got into the pull-up again. She pulled her nightshirt over her head and the blanket over her body. She didn’t have to think about anything anymore for now, and her panic turned to calm, and her calm turned into a thrill of excitement as she thought about all the things she has done today, with all the close calls she’s had. Now that they were over, she actually looked back fondly on those moments she found terrifying. With the panic subsided, she was longing for the morning and to find out what happened with her bag and the clothes it contained. |
Monday part I - Gifts and revelations
Bright beams of sunlight were finding their way past the edges of the curtains onto Julie’s bed and slowly made their way down onto her closed eyes. She woke up to the reddish light reaching her pupils through her eyelids. She could just muster enough energy to change the side she lay on to her left. Now facing the wall and not the disruptive sunlight, her mind steadily joined her body in awakening and she remembered she was wearing a diaper by the thickness between her legs. Soon she felt awake enough to get her phone from the nightstand and check the time; 7:30, she couldn’t have slept for more than six hours. Yet she felt like she slept for at least 10. When she changed position again and sat up in her bed, she could swear her diaper wasn’t that thick between her legs yesterday. She pulled the sheets over her head and felt the crotch to confirm her suspicions; it and was thicker than the rest of the diaper. She had peed, but only enough to fill the part directly against her privates, so it was either just a tiny leak or diapers worked better than she imagined.
Julie pulled the pull-up off, threw the duvet off of her and sat down next to the bed on her knees, leaving the diaper behind and wearing nothing but her nightshirt. She looked under the bed. The clothes she wore last night were still there, but the plastic bag was gone and was replaced by her own bag that was missing last night. She looked over at Kathy; she still seemed to be fast asleep. Confident she wasn’t spied on, she opened the main part of her bag. On top she saw the white dress she wore Friday after she wet herself in the car. She got it out of the bag to inspect the lower part of the front where she had left the proof of her second accident of this weekend; completely white except for the red and blue flower that were meant to be there. She dug further and saw the same thing; all of the clothes she had hidden were clean and dry. Underneath them was the white plastic bag. She got it out and looked inside; it was filled with layers of old newspapers with parts of the now flat flowers sticking out. She opened some of the layers to find there were also leaves and stems in there. She suddenly felt an immense pressure on her urethral sphincter, so she quickly dropped the bag and dug both her hands into her bare crotch. She put all her effort in controlling her bladder, shifting her legs and pushing hard against the opening of her urethra, but she couldn’t stop it from leaking. As spurt after spurt made her hands wet and slippery and drops were falling to the carpet beneath her, she saw her only solution still lay in her bed. Her right hand, depositing drops of urine everywhere it went, reached for the pull-up. She stood up to quickly put it on again, but lost all control the moment gravity on her bladder increased. Pee started spraying over her left hand and both her legs before she could get it in place. She had to align her upper legs with her body and widen their stance to put the diaper between her legs on the ground. She released her left hand from her crotch. The hissing sound increased and was joined by a loud splattering could of her urine hitting the diaper while she hoisted it up. Miraculously, by the time it was completely in position only a few spurts had made it to the carpet, though her hands and legs were glistening with pee. Now finally able to relax, she felt it warming and expanding all around her crotch and bum, even towards the front when she pushed the crotch harder against her private area. She had definitely just leaked a little bit in her sleep. After her stream died down and her bladder was completely empty, Julie just stood there, admiring the thick fabric around her for soaking up her entire morning pee easily.
After a while of feeling around the pull-up to try and figure out how it exactly worked and if they could handle more than they just did, she put the plastic bag back in the main bag. As she lifted her clothes to put it back underneath them, she noticed there was a book at the bottom, a bottle with cleaned roots in them submerged in some kind of fluid, a bottle with some other fluid without roots and small package she didn’t recognize. It was white with purple flowers and birds on it. She got them both out, and felt a little embarrassed when she turned the package around and it read ‘drynites’. She always thought they were just for little children, but this package said ‘8-15 years’. Still, she thought it was a little insulting; that’s still at least 4 years younger than she was! But when she looked inside and found out it was the exact same brand as she was wearing right now, she could only be impressed by how well they still worked for her. Next, she examined the book. On the front, there was a picture of a huge field of purple poppies. The title read:
THE POWER OF THE PURPLE POPPY
ON THE MANY PRACTICAL APPLICATIONS, RISKS AND BENEFITS OF MECONOPSIS MINGINVITUS
Suddenly, Julie heard the creaking of a bed in another room and hurried footsteps, possibly from the hall too. She quickly put it the book and pack of drynites back and grabbed the white dress and blue panties she had worn when she first wet herself in the cornfield. She pulled her nightshirt off, slid the pull-up down to the ground and went to take a shower before someone saw her. She carefully timed the moment she snuck out the bedroom door and into the bathroom when she was sure there was nobody in the hall and quickly closed the door and turned on the faucet. Just ten seconds later, the door handle turned fruitlessly and she heard her mother complain. “Damn it, someone’s already there.”
Julie took a quick shower, and when she turned it off she heard the voices of her mother and grandmother arguing faintly in the background. She grabbed a towel and started absentmindedly drying herself tactically close to the door, so she could just make out what they were saying.
Mom: “…every single time we’re here! Julie finally managed to be completely dry for over a year before this weekend!”
Grandma: “Oh, come on now, she peed all over the car before you even arrived here, are you going to blame me for that too?”
Mom: “That’s not the point! Accidents happen, but she wet herself two more times AND she started wetting her bed again. Do you have any idea how that must feel for her?”
Grandma: “She probably doesn’t like it, but there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Mom: “Oh, and the girls wetting their beds every night for over a week every time we’ve been here in the past is just a coincidence? Now you even made me do it again!”
Grandma: “Well, you’ve never been that good at keeping your bed dry either, you are blaming me because you’re still a bedwetter. You’re 40! You can’t just keep on blaming others for your problems!”
Mom: “What? You know that stopped only two months after I moved out! It only ever happened again sometimes when I stayed here!”
Grandma: “Yeah, you’ve always said that, but honestly that’s a little hard to believe for me. I’m happy I kept on putting protectors around yours too no matter what you say, because apparently you do need them when you’re here.”
Mom: “THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING! It only ever happened here, and I just know it’s something you’re doing! Maybe you put something in the water here or something. But just realize that I’m the one who has to change the girls’ beds every day!”
Grandma: “I don’t get you. You don’t want to use diapers but you’re always complaining about having to wash a few sheets.”
Mom: “I am NOT going to give them the same treatment you did to me! I won’t force them into diapers in my own home and that’s MY choice!”
Grandma: “I never forced you, you were always free to not use them and clean your mess up yourself.”
Mom: “Yeah, it was so mature of you to say that to an eight year old kid after you’ve made sure all her classmates knew she had to wear diapers at night.”
Grandma: “Why is this always such a big deal for you? Kids wet their bed. I bet several of your classmates were also bedwetters. I never blamed you for your accidents, even when you were awake and could easily reach the bathroom!”
Mom: “Of course lots of other kids also wet their beds, but their mothers didn’t tell the teacher they’re in diapers where everyone could hear it! I was the one who was teased for it and that was YOUR fault no matter what you say!”
Grandma: “They probably teased you more because you used to pee yourself at school too, just like you did Saturday. It’s not my fault kids make such a big deal about other kids having a little accident. You should’ve just gone to school in Mingo, but no. You wanted to travel further.”
Mom: “I’m going to take a shower NOW and then we are leaving! I’m not putting up with you anymore!”
At that, Julie realized she had not been drying herself. She quickly brushed a towel over all of her body, put on her panties and dress and folded another towel around her hair. She had never heard her mother like this and didn’t want to be in the way. Heavy doorsteps went up the stairs and approached the shower. The door handle moved down, again to no avail. This was followed by a barrage of curses Julie had never from her mother’s mouth before as she walked away from the door. Julie quickly opened the door and tried to sneak back into the bedroom
“JULIE!”
She froze, and a short but forceful spurt of pee warmed the crotch of her panties. She felt a few drops on her legs while turning around cautiously.
“Put on a bra!”
All Julie could do was stammer something that resembled an affirmative answer while she felt a little more urine escaping and some drops rolling down both her legs. Her mother didn’t seem to listen at all, and after two seconds she turned and strode into the bathroom. Julie’s eyes locked on the huge wet patch on the back of her mother’s nightdress. She had never seen or heard of her mother even having an accident in her whole life. She was stunned. A good part of her life it had been her and her little sister having bladder troubles and her mother had always been there to help them and console them when they were upset about it. Never had the possibility of her wetting her bed – just like her children – even crossed Julie’s mind. Let alone the things she just heard from both her mother and grandmother and the whole dynamic, including something about Saturday? Everything was new to her. She suddenly felt really small and uncomfortable and went back into the bedroom. When she opened the door, she heard a gasp followed by a thud.
“Ouch!” Kathy complained. As she walked through the door, Julie saw her sister sitting there, only wearing a shirt that was just long enough to cast some shadow over her private parts. There was a soggy, rolled up diaper in her left hand and her right was caressing her lower back.
“You shouldn’t be standing directly behind doors, it’s dangerous” Julie said.
“Well, I’m fine. Thanks for asking!” Kathy returned, sarcastically. Julie just didn’t respond. She didn’t want to deal with her right now. She was overwhelmed by the new info on her mom’s youth, and slightly concerned that she had wet her panties a little bit, less than two minutes after she put them on. Luckily, Kathy stood up and walked out of the bedroom, so she could be alone. As soon as her sister closed the door, she hiked up her dress to check the damage on her panties. As suspected, the crotch was soaked again. How could she have to go enough to wet herself maybe 20 minutes after she peed? She reckoned not all of it had come out yet. She wanted to pee just to be sure, but she didn’t want to go downstairs at the moment, and the upstairs bathroom was occupied by her mother. Her best option was still lying on the floor beside her bed. She just had to hope it could contain a little bit more. She patted down the pull-up to find the driest part, which was the front, parted her legs and pushed it against the crotch of her panties. They were wet anyway.
After only a few seconds of relaxing, she felt a full-force stream warming her panties once again and immediately spreading out to the front and back via the fabric of the slightly expanding diaper, but after what couldn’t have been much more than 5 seconds it died down as quickly as it came. She got scared; had she lost all bladder control? If there was just this little in her, how could it just randomly come out of her as it did just now? She decided that, for the drive back, she should wear one of the drynites just to be sure she didn’t pee in a car seat for the third time this weekend. She got the pack from her bag, and pulled one out. She lowered her soaked panties to the floor and replaced them with the pull-up. She was happy to note that it wasn’t noticeable under her dress at all! She opened the side pockets to find a place to put her panties, and to her shock she found the perfect location; with her clothes from tonight! She had completely forgotten about those, and they were just sitting there in a plastic bag, still wet. She balled her panties up, put it in with them and quickly closed the zipper.
Julie still didn’t feel comfortable going downstairs; it was as if she could still feel the negative energy of the argument coming from there. So when she put the pack of drynites back and saw the book again, she decided to pick it up and see what it’s about. She did have a few questions about the state of her bag and everything in it, but she thought there was no way to find out at this moment. She was wrong. Immediately when she opened the book a large, folded piece of paper fell out. There was handwriting all over it. She unfolded it and started reading.
Dear Julie,
I noticed that you went poppy plucking this night. You know you aren’t allowed in the cornfield, and even though we told you differently the secret field you found has always been why. Even though the government has long stopped focusing on these plants, you have to realize that they are officially illegal to own. Please don’t just tell anyone about them. If you want to enjoy them with a few friends, tell them to keep it a secret and never tell where you got them. You are always free to come back here and get some more if you run out, but please be careful.
If you want to enjoy them more than a week after plucking them, you have to desiccate them. I’ve started the process for you already, but you should get or make a plant press to really store them. I’ve given you a bottle of glycerin that you’re going to need for that. Instructions on this are in this book, as well as a great description of all the ways in which you can use them. Smelling them won’t work anymore, but I personally prefer smoking it or eating the root anyways. Smelling is more intense, but it fades too fast for me and the negative side-effects correlate with the intensity and not the duration of the trip. The roots are in another bottle on some alcohol to stop them from growing moldy. If you get them out and dry them, you can safely eat them.
I’m sure you found out that it makes you feel much better, not only during the high but also in the long term. The more you take it, the better you feel mentally. But don’t overdo it! From the amount of dirty clothes I found I figured you already know this, but the poppies make it very hard to keep your clothes dry. This can also happen when you’re not under the influence, especially when you’re sleeping. That is why I’ve put in some drynites for you. I figured you should still fit the teen size. They sell these at most supermarkets, this is just to get you started. If you take too much in a short time it may take a few days before you get your bladder under control again. When you use a little bit for cooking or to make tea a few times a week it doesn’t seem to have any negative side-effects. There are very clear guidelines in the book about recommended doses. Please follow them!
The most important thing I have to tell you is DO NOT TELL YOUR PARENTS. Kathy is okay. She found out when she was ten. I’m sorry but I didn’t have time to wash and the clothes you wore last night, they’re in one of the side-pockets.
Take care!
Love,
Grandma
Edited November 24, 2019 by TheGreatNobody
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Well, the original was just missing the final chapter, but also had some serious consistency issues and a lot of it just didn't feel right making me not want to write it anymore. Most of the added content you've already seen at this point - some spread through the chapters, and one whole new chapter right in the middle. This of course in addition to lots of minor changes in phrasing and personality. I've also set up some minor things for a possible sequel or spin-offs that I may or may not write (absolutely no promises, I just gave myself the option), but in a less restrictive fashion like bigger time skips, more variation in setting and allowing me to not have to keep track of where individual clothing items are etc. This story is called "weekend" and we're on Monday so this is gonna be the final chapter. I think rewriting it literally took me twice as long as writing the original despite only going from 9 to 11 chapters.
Anyway it's finally done. I posted the first chapter over 7 years ago lol.
Monday part II - Get Out
That last part sent shivers down Julie's spine. Kathy had known about the purple poppies all along? But, what struck her more was the sentence about her parents. She felt really uncomfortable combining this letter with the argument she just heard. Her grandmother always seemed so nice to her, but now she started thinking that maybe she wasn’t that good of a person after all. And the way she reacted to her mom… something was off about that, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
She heard footsteps approaching again, and she quickly put the letter back in the book and the book in her bag below all her clothes just in time before the door swung open.
“Get your stuff, we’re leaving,” her mother said loudly and impatiently. Julie thought it best to quietly obey and not say anything. As she stood up and started walking, she noticed how the pull-up barely felt different than panties. She went downstairs and put her bag at the front door, then went into the kitchen, where her grandparents were quietly speaking to each other, but immediately stopped as soon as Julie walked in. She quietly said down at the kitchen table as her grandmother gave her the breakfast she just made. 5 minutes later she was joined by Kathy, and they ate quietly, tension still in the air. After about 10 minutes, their parents came in and announced it was time to leave.
“Don’t you want to eat breakfast before?” Kathy asked.
“We’ll eat when we get home,” their father answered, “we’re leaving now.”
The girls quickly finished their meals, and both Kathy and Julie hugged their grandparents goodbye, but their parents didn’t say a word as they got their bags and went out the door.
On the way back, Julie’s father tried to strike up conversation several times within the first 15 minutes, before giving up. Her mother was just quietly looking out the window, still seemingly angry. All she said was “I swear, she puts something in the food or water that causes this,” when he tried to change the topic to something more upbeat. Julie’s sister seemed just as lost in her own thoughts as she was. Julie was thinking about trying out all the different parts of the purple poppy, and about how she went from being devastated at her accident on the way there, to being completely okay with it in just a few days. It seemed as though nothing could ruin her mood since she found the field of poppies, even though the whole ordeal this morning definitely should’ve. It explained a lot of her sister’s behavior surrounding her accidents too. She had always thought it strange how Kathy sometimes seemed content to just have accidents all the time, but if she was using those poppies Julie finally understood. She thought back to all the times she remembered Kathy just carelessly peeing herself, and being so confident about it she wasn’t even teased for it when it happened at school again, while Julie always was. She still couldn’t imagine being okay with having an accident in public where everyone could see her, but apart from that all her shame about it just seemed gone.
Then her train of thought got to her grandmother. How her perception of her had changed this weekend, from finding those photos, to her being so supportive of her when she realized Julie had found the poppies, and how she suddenly turned around to being so manipulative towards her own daughter. In spite of how she had helped Julie, the fact that her own grandmother had probably been adding parts of the poppy to the food without her knowing, and probably being the cause of her poor bladder control when she was younger, the image of her quickly turned around. Moreover, this probably happened to her mother too for all her life without her ever finding out about it. Thinking about this, Julie started resenting her. This was child abuse. She completely understood her mother now.
Julie heard a faint hissing sound. She instinctively looked over at her sister, who was now sleeping with her head leaning against the window. Her eyes went to her butt and skirt, fully expecting them to get wet and a puddle to appear, before realizing what was happening when warm liquid was pooling around her own butt and she felt the diaper expand. She didn’t feel it coming at all! She really should not use the poppy for a while when she gets home. Even though it makes her feel so good, she should be able to regain control. She pulled her dress from under her butt to be sure it wouldn’t catch any leakage, but after about 20 seconds, the peeing decreased to a trickle and everything was caught by the drynite, the front of which was now a bit more bulky. She rearranged her dress so it wouldn’t show. They had only been driving for nearly one hour, and she would have to accept sitting in a wet diaper for now. She laid her head against the window just like her sister, and her lack of sleep last night made her doze off quickly.
Julie woke up as the car came to a stop. She groggily looked around and realized why; they’re in a traffic jam. She tried to get back to sleep, but when she shifted, she felt the drynite even more prominently; she had peed in it again. She discreetly put her hand under her butt and felt a tiny wet spot on the cushion on both sides of the diaper; clearly, it was at maximum capacity. Going back to sleep would be a bad idea. She looked over at Kathy, who was still sleeping, and instinctively where she was sitting; everything still seemed dry. How the tables have turned – she peed herself twice while Kathy was still dry.
Despite trying not to, Julie fell asleep again, until half an hour later when the car was slowing down for another reason. They pulled into a gas station, and as Julie opened her tired eyes she saw Kathy bouncing up and down while holding herself through her skirt with both hands. Julie felt the seat below her again and was happy to find it completely dry.
“Do you need to go too, Julie?” her mother asked. She didn’t feel like she had to, but at the very least she needed to get rid of this diaper and maybe put on a new one.
“Yeah, but not that badly,” she answered.
As the car came to a stop, Kathy jumped out immediately and ran inside the shop, while Julie got her purse and went out back first.
“What are you doing honey,” her mother asked.
“I just wanna get something I forgot,” Julie answered as she tried to stay vague. She tried to get a drynite from her bag, but as her mother came looking she had to settle for her white panties that she found first.
“Got it,” Julie said and quickly walked away, avoiding a conversation. She looked down and saw the front of the diaper slightly bulging through her dress, so she wore her purse in front of her just in case someone noticed.
Stepping into the shop, immediately her gaze was drawn towards the pee she saw gushing through the crotch of white panties that barely concealed the privates behind them – her sister’s. Taking a quick glance around the shop, she saw she was exposing the same view to at least 5 more people, and everyone she wasn’t showing her wet panties to was still looking at her and the pee falling from under her skirt and trickling over her legs into her shoes. Julie quickly walked over, even setting foot in her sister’s puddle to firmly pull the hem of Kathy’s skirt out of her hand and down before stepping away.
“I didn’t have 50ct,” Kathy said apologetically, pee still flowing all over her legs and into her shoes. “It costs 50ct.”
“I know, it’s okay,” Julie said. She got 50ct from her purse and got into the bathroom herself, while Kathy’s stream was slowing down. Both the ladies’ stalls were occupied, and Julie had to wait for a moment.
When she heard a toilet flushing, she felt more warmth spreading between her legs. She clenched with all her might, but just lacked the strength down there to limit it to any less than constant spurting. As the door opened, she felt the first trickles running down her legs. A woman came out visibly relieved. Quickly, Julie stepped inside, closed the door, hiked up her dress and fell backwards onto the toilet seat. Now relaxing, she heard a loud hiss and the warmth from her crotch spreading down to her butt. Within seconds, she heard drips falling into the bowl below and she felt them rolling over the back of her legs. The drips turned to trickles not long before the stream died down, and kept going a short while afterwards. The trickles resumed as Julie stood up, this time rolling down her legs, and she quickly pulled her diaper down and let it fall to the ground, where it made a small wet spot. She stuffed it into the bin intended for sanitary pads, in which it barely fitted. She dried the floor, her legs, and the drops she had left on the toilet. After trying to push out the final drops in her bladder, she slipped on her panties. It all took quite some time, and someone knocked on her door several times.
“FINALLY!” the next in line said as she brushed past Julie as soon as she opened the door. Before she knew it, the door slammed shut again right in front of Julie’s nose, this time on the other side of it. She could swear the woman, whom she guessed to be halfway through her twenties, got some of her blonde hairs stuck in between it for a moment. She had been holding herself obviously, with both hands in her crotch.
While she was washing her hands, Julie saw some kind of bin specifically made for used diapers as she left the bathrooms, but she wasn’t gonna use that even if she had seen it in time. She walked out of the bathroom and handed some change to the poor girl mopping up Kathy’s puddle, making her feel a bit less bad about what she did do with it. Walking back to the car, she saw Kathy standing at the trunk, barefooted, drying herself under her skirt with a towel. Julie got back in the car.
“Did you make it?” her mother asked, concern in her voice.
“Ehm, yeah, yeah,” Julie said absentmindedly, not ready for the question.
“It’s okay if you need a fresh pair of panties too,” her mother said.
“No, I’m fine,” Julie said.
“You shouldn’t keep wearing them if they’re wet,” she continued, obviously not believing her daughter.
“I’m not wearing wet panties, mom!” Julie said, slightly annoyed and trying not to lie.
“Okay, okay, just saying it isn’t a problem if you had an accident,” her mom said while Kathy stepped back inside.
“I’m going to tip the staff, we can’t just leave after that,” her father said, getting out. Julie hesitated telling him she already did a little bit too long, and he was gone.
Sitting in the car, waiting, Julie saw the blonde girl that went inside after her speedwalking past the car, right in front of her eyes. To her shock, she had a very obvious dark-grey patch in the crotch and lower part of the seat of her light-grey tights, and could easily see the dark blue panties she was wearing underneath through the soaked fabric. She started fantasizing about what might’ve happened – did she already pee a little bit outside while waiting? Did she walk into the gas station like this? Maybe she did it while walking past her? Or, maybe she didn’t get them down at all and peed through them! But wouldn’t the patch be bigger? What if she was really careful? She couldn’t take her eyes off.
When she walked out of sight and Julie couldn’t reposition herself to see it without being too obvious, she felt embarrassed. She should be feeling bad for her, not excited! Only now, she saw Kathy sitting next to her, perked up and intently staring outside. Julie realized she must’ve noticed too, and turned away barely containing a giggle as her face got beet-red.
Not long afterwards, her father returned and they drove away. Both Julie and Kathy intently watched as they drove past the car of the blonde, who was now wearing athletic shorts and stuffing her tights and presumably her panties into a plastic bag. Julie turned her head forwards not long after they had passed her, but Kathy, probably not realizing how obviously she was staring, kept her head turned until they re-entered the highway. She could probably barely even see her at that point.
Half an hour later they were home again, and by the time Julie got upstairs Kathy had already claimed the shower. She quickly put her bag in her room and hid all the purple poppy products and the pack of Goodnites in the back of her closet and put the book inconspicuously between her school books. While waiting for Kathy to finish, she sat down at her desk on her plastic chair and opened the book to start reading, eager to get to know more about it.
THE POWER OF THE PURPLE POPPY
ON THE MANY PRACTICAL APPLICATIONS, RISKS AND BENEFITS OF MECONOPSIS MINGINVITUS
Preface
This book covers a range of topics related to the Meconopsis minginvitus, better known as the Purple Poppy or p-p, a psychoactive plant that used to be well known internationally but has faded into obscurity in recent decades, fueled by a general anti-drug sentiment and propaganda overestimating the side-effects and ignoring the many positive mental health aspects of the plant when used in moderation. Just tiny doses can cure the most severe depressions and the most commonly cited time it takes to recover from Purple Poppy-induced incontinence of a year was only found in one case of one experiment, while the longest time found apart from that case was one month, with most people recovering within two weeks. The plant is also the only psychoactive known to not cause any long term damage even in developing brains, contrary to the information you will find in most media. This book will try to dispel these and other misconceptions about the plant while making sure to clear up the actual risks as well as teach readers how to most effectively and safely extract, use and store the active parts of the plant.
There was a knock on the door, and Kathy came in to Julie’s room, dressed in only a towel and her wet hair hanging down the right side of her face.
“Hey, sis… I’m done showering so you can go if you want. Also… grandma told me you found, ehm… the field… and have enough… stuff… to share with me…” she said, hesitantly.
“Ehm, yeah… ehm… I’ll give you some to you sometime when I’ve found out how to store it,” Julie answered in the same manner, feeling kind of awkward.
Kathy just said “Okay” and went back to her own room. Julie shifted her focus back on her book and looked at the index. She opened the chapter ‘Preservation and Long-term Storage’, and was happy to continue reading when she suddenly felt her bladder start pushing its contents out. She didn’t even try stopping it. She looked down and moved the front of her dress out of the way just in time to see what happened underneath.
She got a funny feeling in her stomach as she watched the first wet spot appear on her panties. It expanded quickly and within 2 seconds it had forced its way straight through the fabric, causing a stream on the outside of her panties as well as inside, going straight down to her chair and forming a puddle that quickly expanded around her butt. Her vision was fixed on her own crotch, seeing exactly where her pee was coming from through the white fabric that had become see-through. When she finally registered the loud splattering on the floor, her bladder was already all but empty. Her puddle had spread around her seat, soaking the butt of her panties and back of her dress. She pulled her chair back and bent over slightly to inspect the puddle on the floor underneath and in front of her. It caused a renewed cascade of pee falling down into it, and it now covered slightly more of the floor than the chair did, with drops having spread out significantly further.
She got an insurmountable urge to massage her clit through the fabric, and just continued sitting in her puddle. She’d have to deal with her lack of bladder control over the summer, but for now just thinking of the uncontrolled accident she just had and the thought of having many more of them put her over the edge in no-time. She felt slightly weird about the whole thing, but still didn’t want to change into something dry. It didn’t smell like pee anyway. She just put one hand on the front of her dress and deliberately pushed it into her soaked panties, making it wet in the process. She kept her hand there, constantly reminding her of her accident, as she flipped through the book with her other hand. She had no idea why, but she just loved the feeling of wet fabric against her skin. Like it was a completely different sensation than what she had felt when she had accidents before she had found the field of poppies. After trying to prevent them for all her life, now she was actually looking forward to her next accident. She also couldn’t stop thinking about the girl with the wet crotch at the gas station today. As she tried her best to mentally circumvent the memory of her sister’s latest accident, she finally realized she now understood Kathy’s behavior.
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So uh... I don't know how to post stories properly, and this is the first (omo) one I've ever written.
It's probably not great but enjoy it anyway. I'm normally a vanilla smut writer, not a lemon one.
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It was past 2 AM. The streets were lit by naught but the streetlamps and the glow of moonlight. No one was
outside, it was just too dark.
Well, almost no one.
A lone thief walked about in the isolating darkness, looking into darkened windows for easy marks. The
zigzagoon girl strolled the streets and alleyways, breasts and butt bouncing free with no clothes holding them
save a carrying bag for her ill-gotten cookies. That night, however, the bag was empty. A disappointing
excursion, and fatigue of a few sorts began to set in, including...
"Ugh, gotta pee... fuck, do I want to go for one more place? What to do..." she rested a finger on her chin and
closed her eyes to think, leaning on a wall. She assessed the situation; It shouldn't
take too long to get in and out of an apartment, and she was already leaning on the wall of a small row of
them. She could hold it and still make it home alright.
"...One more can't hurt," she said, opening her eyes and turning to the apartments. They're small places, meant
for people on low budgets. Success, unfortunately, wasn't expected, but it couldn’t hurt to check, and a failed
run only requires coming in and out. She picked a door, one with no lights on, and deftly picked the lock. The
cheap thing wasn't a match for her skill, and she opened the door to the inside, locking it behind her to
create a warning system.
There weren't a lot of furnishings, but there was a small kitchen near the entrance, which was where she headed
first. She opened the fridge, nothing. No cookies, not much food at all. She opened the cupboards above and
below the counters, nothing. Half of them were empty, and the others had things like pots, pans, dishes, or
canned foods. Disappointed, she explored further. The living room was in the same area immediately after the
front door, and there was a sofa, battered coffee table, and TV in there. When she started looking next to the
sofa, an end table with a precious, precious box of cookies revealed itself, and she immediately snatched it
and put it in her bag. She sighed in satisfaction and walked back toward the door, ready to leave.
"Finally, something to make tonight worthwhile. Now I just have to-" she stopped dead in her tracks. The door
was being unlocked. Thinking quickly, she dashed back to the kitchen and ducked into one of the empty
cupboards, the front door opening almost immediately after she shut the cupboard's. She heard the man's
footsteps, then the sound of him lying on the couch and flicking on the TV.
She cursed under her breath at the terrible luck of it all. With the living room right next to the entrance,
she had no choice but to wait for him to go to bed, or to the bathroom, or something. She closed her legs tight
beneath her as she hid in the cupboard, hoping she wouldn't get caught, or worse, wet herself.
Every time the commercials started, the man would come to the kitchen for a refill of water, or snacks, or
something. At least the cupboard she was in was empty, but the noise of footsteps, the fridge, or other
cupboards opening was maddening, reminding her of her predicament. Even worse, the growing pressure in her
crotch was getting harder and harder to ignore or fight, making each minute feel like an interminably long
amount of time.
Cookie could barely keep track of the time inside a dark cupboard, but it had to have been at least 2 hours or
so, judging from the commercial breaks, even if it felt like years. Her legs were getting stiff and sore from
the cramped space, and she felt like she could start to leak at any moment. She whimpered softly and buried her
hands between her legs, trying to hold back the inevitable for just long enough for the man to leave the couch,
but he just wouldn't go.
"No, no, no..." she softly muttered as a drop of urine escaped her, and then another, and another, wetting her
palms. She had to escape now, caution be damned. Maybe he would be too focused on the TV to spot her. It didn't
matter, she couldn't let anything drip onto the cupboard floor, so she had to escape. Opening the cupboard
door, softly, carefully, and peeking out, she saw nothing. Now to carefully exit. Her legs, stiff and sore,
ached to stretch out and stand up, but she had to gently step out of the cupboard first, the pose required
making it maddeningly hard to hold and nearly making her lose control on the spot. Another jet of piss escaped
her, this time splashing onto her thigh. She didn't have much time, but she'd be free soon, hopefully.
And then she heard him get up.
"F-fuck, not now..." she whispered. She had gotten so focused on holding herself that she hadn't been listening
to the TV, and now she was going to pay the price. She couldn't get back into the cupboard, there wasn't enough
time and she'd probably piss herself trying. The footsteps got closer and closer. There wasn't any escape, not
with her time and in her state. She couldn't do anything but freeze up and grab her crotch. She could only hope
that she could last just barely long enough for him to throw her out, and that she at least wouldn't wet
herself in front of him.
The footsteps closed in. They stopped, and the words she feared were let forth.
"Hey, what are you doing in my house?!"
The shout startled her even though she was prepared. She froze. Her muscles tensed up, and then, by now far out
of her control, relaxed. It was all over.
"Eep! I, um, uh... f-fuck, ah, no..." she stuttered, whimpering as she lost control of her body right in front
of his eyes. A hot, yellow-tinted river poured forth from her crotch, matting the fur of her inner thigh and
leg with wetness, stripes of brown and cream turning darker as the stream flowed over them. A puddle slowly
grew on the floor and soaked her feet as neither of them could do anything but watch in shock. The normally
shameless thief was now on the brink of tears in front of the same man she was robbing two hours earlier,
soaked with urine from the waist down. Even after the flow ebbed, and then finally stopped, neither of them
could do anything but stare at each other. The man was the first to speak, after what felt like an eternity of
awkward, stunned silence.
“I’m calling the cops.” The statement made Cookie’s eyes widen, and adrenaline course into her body, unfreezing
it from its shocked stupor. She didn’t let him turn around before she tried to bolt for the door. Unluckily for
her, his reflexes and proximity to the doorway won out, and he caught her by the arm mid-stride, making her
nearly fall over and empty herself even further.
“No, you aren’t getting out of this one. If you want me to keep quiet that bad, you’d better clean up your mess
and give back everything you took, and then I’ll punish you personally.”
“Please, I’ll do anything you ask, just keep this incident quiet. I’ll never bother you again.”
“You’d better fucking not bother me again. Get to work.” He pushed her back into the kitchen and pointed to the
paper towels on the counter. She got the message and took the roll, ripping off several sheets and laying them
onto the puddle, pressing them down. She grimaced every time the urine soaked through, and laid down another
sheet, pressing it down, repeating the cycle until they stopped soaking through.
“Trash them and get a mop. It’s in the closet.” She complied, not trying anything as he let her leave the
kitchen to get the mop and fill the bucket with soapy water. The splashing sound of the bucket filling made her
wince with embarrassment, acutely reminding her of what she had just done. Without incident, she diligently
mopped the entire kitchen’s floor, leaving it spotless as if Cookie has never been there at all.
“Good.” The man sighed, happy that he didn’t have to deal with it himself. “That’s one less problem for me.
Now, what did you steal?”
“Just the cookies on the end table, sir.”
“Bullshit, give me your bag.” She complied immediately, taking off the bag and handing it to him. He opened it
with vigor and found that she was entirely honest, nothing but the box of cheap cookies inside.
“You… just stole cookies.”
“Yes.”
“You broke into my house, hid inside for God knows how long, and pissed yourself, for a box of grocery store
cookies.”
“Yes.”
“You know they sell these for like, three dollars, right?”
“Yes.”
The man just silently shook his head in bewilderment and put the cookies on the counter. He stayed silent for a
moment, then spoke as he returned her now-empty bag.
“I don’t even know if I want to make you do anything else. You really just came here to steal my cookies and
bounce?”
“I’m not lying. I didn’t expect you to not be home and then come back late at night.”
“Fucking… hell, alright. My stuff is back, my floor is clean, the only thing left to deal with is you. I’m
going to keep you here overnight.”
“Really? You still want to do me after seeing me-”
“Let me finish. You’re going to stay here until the morning. You aren’t going to leave this living room for any
reason. You will drink all the water I give you, and you’ll tell me when you have to go again.”
“Th-that’s it? You aren’t into this, are you?”
“...no. I’m just teaching you a lesson. Publicly embarrassing yourself on your way home should be appropriate
payback for doing it all over my floor.”
“Wait, publicly? No, please, I don’t… I don’t want anyone to know about this, much less have it happen again.
I’ll do anything else.”
“You’re… okay, fine, you’re pretty hot, but I’ve made up my mind. You’d be hotter if I hadn’t just watched you
piss yourself.”
“Please? Maybe I can make you forget about that.” She rubbed up against him, her huge, exposed breasts pressing
lewdly against his chest. She slowly reached a hand down to his crotch, but he slapped it away. Not quickly
enough to keep her from noticing he was hard, though.
“Oh, you really are into ‘that,’ aren’t you?” She smirked at him, watching his face turn red with
embarrassment. She could tell, he knew he was caught. Now he was the one getting embarrassed in front of her,
and she had the upper hand.
“No, I just… it was your body, you were pressing against me… fine! We can do that later, you already know my
address.”
“No, no, it’s fine, I know what you like, I’ll drink all the water you want me to.”
“That’s… ugh! Fine, you win, you got me, are you happy? I won’t tell anyone about what happened if you won’t.
You can go.”
She decided not to push her luck any further and ran for the door. The man didn’t even try to stop her, and in
seconds she was gone. She’d be home again to bathe soon, and then the next night she’d be back on the prowl,
this time making sure to rob houses on an empty bladder.
And, perhaps in a few days, she’d make a detour stop with a full one.
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(Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.)
Before we start this story,there's some trivia i want to share with you guys. (Although i'm sure there are a couple of smash bros players here who already knew this.) The outhouse in the Jungle Japes actually has a hole under it.
Apparently it was open in in Melee,but its closed in Brawl,3DS and Ultimate. (For some reason). But yeah,i thought i'd be cool to let some of you know.
now then,Let's get on with the story.
The sound of the wind blowing through the tree leaves could be heard as Zelda made her way through the Jungle. She took a good look at her map and then looked at the path up ahead. She continued walking,but with an uncomfortable look on her face. A pressure was building up inside her bladder while she was walking.
Right now,she was making her way to the Jungle Japes stage. This version of Zelda was a newcomer to the world of Smash. As such,she didn't know the location of a majority of the stages. If she did,she would've been able to use Farore's Wind to teleport straight to them. But since she didn't,she had to use a map and take a long path to it.
Zelda was starting to regret not using the ladies room back at the Smash Building. The pressure in her bladder was getting a bit distracting. Zelda stopped walking at a cliff and put her map away. There it was,the stage she was looking for: Jungle Japes. Zelda wasn't very happy however. She looked below the stage and noticed the current below the stage. The princess rubbed her legs together and cringed. She locked her eyes on the stage itself and tried to ignore the current. A smile appeared on her face as she saw her opponent. The Hero of Time:Young Link. Zelda raised her hands and started twirling while some yellow and green lines appeared around her. In a flash,she vanished from the cliff and reappeared in front of the cabin that was in the middle of the stage. She stopped twirling and rubbed her legs together again to stop the urine in her bladder from sloshing around. Young Link turned around and waved at the princess. The very second she noticed his eyes on her,she stood straight and smiled.
"S-sorry to keep you waiting. I didn't know where this stage was,so i had to take long path." Zelda said. Young Link nodded and went up to a switch that was next to the cabin. Zelda attention was caught by the sound of the current. She looked below the platform she was on and sure enough,the current was very close to the platforms. Zelda winced and shook her head,trying to ignore the sound. It was then that she noticed the outhouse at the left side of the stage. Zelda smiled and took a few steps towards the outhouse. But then she noticed a barrier materializing behind it. She recognized this barrier. That barrier was the blast zone and if you touched it,you would lose a stock. Zelda turned around and saw Young Link unsheathe his Kokiri Sword while holding his Deku Shield in his right hand. Zelda took a deep breath.
"(You can hold it,Zelda...just ignore the current....)" she thought. Young Link pointed his sword at Zelda.
"Yes! I'm ready. Let's go!" Zelda said,trying to sound as excited as possible. Upon hearing this,Young Link immediately made a dash towards the princess. He grabbed his Hookshot,But Zelda warped out of the way before it could hit her. She reappeared right behind him and used her magic to grab him. Zelda then struck the hero with magic twice and then dropped him. She then opened her palms and used Din's Fire to strike him while he's down. The attack sent Young Link flying. Zelda jumped and kicked him in the back. A bright,electric spark appeared as the kick made contact with Young Link's back. As soon as she landed,she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Another wave of pressure went through her body and the sound of the current became louder now that she wasn't focusing on Young Link.
"Hyaaah!"
her eyes widened as she saw Young Link jumping at her. She barely managed to sidestep away from his attack. While he was landing,Zelda slashed him with some magic. He was once again sent flying. He landed on the right side of the stage and pulled out his bow. He fired an arrow at Zelda. But right before it hit her,she used Nayru's Love to reflect it. Young Link blocked the reflected arrow with his Deku Shield and dashed towards Zelda. Zelda snapped her fingers and created a phantom. She then pointed forward and the phantom flew towards Young Link. The phantom swung its sword, But Young Link blocked the swing and stabbed the phantom in the chest. The phantom froze and started falling apart until it disappeared into a puff of smoke.
Young Link pulled out a bomb and stared at Zelda. When the bomb started flashing red,he threw it at the princess. The princess reflected the bomb with Nayru's Love,but the explosion went off right in front of her. When the explosion cleared,Young Link was standing right in front of her with his sword overhead. Zelda let out a yelp and jumped away from the incoming sword attack. She landed a bit far from Young Link,but not far enough to avoid being grabbed by his hookshot. He pulled her closer and started pummeling her with the hilt of his sword. He then kicked her right where her bladder was located and knocked her away from him. Zelda managed to stay on her feet,but she had to place on of her hands between her legs to avoid letting out a leak.
While she was standing still,Young Link threw his boomerang at her. Zelda quickly rolled under the boomerang and created another phantom when she got up. Young Link prepared his shield and waited for the phantom to strike. Whoever,the Phantom just stood there while Zelda dashed towards Young Link. Young Link rolled behind her and prepared to strike her,but then the phantom dashed forward and knocked the hero away with a sword strike. The phantom disappeared in a puff of smoke and Zelda now had a few seconds of breathing room.She looked at the outhouse while she had her hands between her legs. She needed to go pretty badly now. And having to dodge Young Link's attacks while listening to the sound of the current was torture for her bladder.
Young Link landed on the right side of the stage again and started aiming an arrow. Upon firing the arrow,Zelda twirled and reflected the arrow with Nayru's love again. Young Link jumped over the arrow and prepared his Hookshot. He tried to grab Zelda,But Zelda teleported out of the way with Farore's Wind. She reappeared behind him and grabbed him with her magic. She then swung her arm and sent him flying towards the blast zone. Zelda turned around and placed her hands between her crossed legs. Her eyes were on the current. She knew that falling into the current and just peeing in it wasn't an option. As not only was the current powerful enough to push her towards the blast zone in a matter of seconds,but there were also a bunch of Klaptraps swimming in it.
Zelda turned around and saw Young Link preparing to strike her with his sword. Not having enough time to react,she took the hit and was sent flying towards the outhouse platform. While in the air,she kept her hands between her legs to avoid having a leak. But to Young Link,it just looked like she was trying to hold down her skirt. She landed on her knees and kept one hand between her legs. She used the other hand to cast Din's Fire. Young Link saw the projectile heading towards him and quickly jumped over it. Zelda got up and started charging up some magic. Once Young Link was close,she blasted him with her magic and sent him flying. He almost made contact with the blast zone,but he double jumped away from it. When he landed he threw his boomerang at Zelda,But Zelda used Nayru's Love to reflect it. He blocked the boomerang with the Deku Shield,But couldn't avoid getting grabbed by Zelda. Zelda struck him a few times with Magic and then blasted him towards the blast zone.
This time,he touched the blast zone and exploded. Zelda let out a sigh. Happy that the match was over. While she was relaxing however,she could feel her bladder loosening a bit. She quickly crossed her legs and placed her hands between them to clench her bladder. She looked at the blast zone and saw it slowly disappear. The princess very quickly raised her hands and started twirling around. She then disappeared in a flash of light thanks to Farore's Wind. Meanwhile,Young Link respawned and saw Zelda teleporting away. He jumped off the respawn platform and looked around in confusion. He thought to himself: Where did she go?
Zelda reappeared inside the outhouse. She put her hands between her legs and approached the toilet bowl. As she got closer,she could hear the sound of the current. Zelda looked at the hole in the bowl and saw the current below the stage. A disgusted look appeared on Zelda's face. Did this mean that all of the Kong's bodily waste ended up in the current? Looks like Zelda had another reason to avoid the current now. The loud sound of the current served to remind Zelda why she was here in the first place. She quickly hiked up her dress and pulled down her leggings and panties. She then lifted the back of her dress and sat on the toilet. A strong stream of urine jetted out of her urethra. Zelda moaned with relief and closed her eyes. She could hear her moaning clearly,but she couldn't really hear her stream over the sound of the current. Zelda opened her eyes and sighed,waiting for her bladder to be completely empty.
Meanwhile,Young Link was still looking for Zelda outside the outhouse. He turned to the direction of the outhouse and the first thing that caught his attention was the small stream of water coming from below it. He stared back and forth at the current,the stream and the outhouse until he realized where that stream came from.
Zelda's finished peeing. She grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself with it. She threw the toilet paper in the bowl and pulled her leggings and panties back up. After washing her hands she raised her hands and used Farore's wind to warp out of the outhouse. She reappeared behind the cabin and peeked out from behind it. She saw Young Link just staring at the current. She approached him and tapped him on the shoulder. Young Link turned around and raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry for disappearing like that...i uhh...saw a shadow in one of those trees and went to see if there's was an enemy there...." Zelda said with a small blush on her face. Young Link just nodded and smiled awkwardly. Unbeknownst to her,he knew the actual reason as to why she disappeared. But he decided not to mention it.
"Let's return to the smash building." Zelda said with a more genuine smile. Young Link nodded and raised his arms. A green light appeared around the two hylians.
"Oh? You can use Farore's Wind too?" Zelda asked. Young Link answered with a nod. The two slowly hovered from the ground and then they completely disappeared from the stage.
Meanwhile,a Klaptrap was sitting on a rock below the outhouse. The Klaptrap was just sitting there with wide eyes.It then jumped on one of the nearby trees and climbed up. It's eyes were still wide from what it just witnessed. |
A/N: This was written as a commission, featuring some intentional desperation for Catherine, her being in a relationship with Rhea, and some mild, fade-to-black sexual content at the very end. Also Shamir and Byleth are there for a little while too.
Catherine’s relationship with Rhea is something like an open secret. Though neither of them talk about it, and Rhea tries to avoid being too public to avoid any potential scandal, it becomes obvious to those around them that the two of them are closer than an archbishop and one of her knights. Catherine has admired Rhea for so long, her crush always obvious, but she managed to earn her favor, and most can see that without either of them ever admitting to it.
Naturally, Rhea takes on a more dominant role in their relationship, giving Catherine challenges to try and live up to. Each one becomes more intense than the last, but all tend to center around things they do behind closed doors. Never has she requested that Catherine take this beyond the bedroom, but her latest challenge is one that she expects to last an entire day.
It starts with Rhea praising her for all of her endurance, becoming more and more specific until she says, “I’m sure even your bladder is as strong as steel.”
Blushing at the odd statement, Catherine says, “Well, I guess...I mean, of course it is! No time to worry about that in the heat of battle, after all!
“Did you have to do any special training exercises for that? I’ve never heard of that being a part of the training for the Knights of Seiros, but…”
“Uh, no special training, it just...comes natural, I guess?” Catherine says with a shrug. “What’s brought all this on?”
“Just a little curiosity. I think it could be fun, don’t you?”
“You think...what could be fun, exactly?”
“Perhaps you could make it into a training exercise. I know I would like to see you try something like that.”
“M-my lady…?!” Catherine is completely taken aback by the implications of what Rhea is saying.
“Would you do that for me, Catherine?” she asks, an innocent smile on her face that greatly contrasts what it is that she’s asking. And, regardless of what it is that she’s asking, Catherine knows that she could never say no to any request from Rhea.
“Just tell me what you want, and I’ll get it done!” she replies, ever the loyal knight.
~X~
In the end, Rhea’s instructions are simple: Catherine is to try not to relieve herself for the day, to see just how far she can push herself. She is told to excuse herself if things get too difficult, but she has to report all the details to Rhea, should she give up before time is up. If she can succeed in holding it all day, Rhea will watch her empty her bladder at the end of the day, just to see how much she managed to hold back.
If Catherine is being completely honest with herself, she is a bit nervous about the challenge. The whole concept is a little embarrassing, but for Rhea, she is more than willing to do it, and she finds herself growing a little excited as well. There is something thrilling about being able to do something for Rhea’s pleasure out in the open, without anyone else knowing about it. It’s like flaunting their relationship in front of everyone, in a way, but without the risk of actually doing so.
She starts her day off like always, slipping out of Rhea’s room early enough that no one notices her, with Rhea reminding her of her challenge before she leaves. With the challenge on her mind, she heads for the dining hall, wondering if she should be conscious of what she drinks with her breakfast, or if she should challenge herself more. Finally, she decides to keep her liquid intake the same as it normally is; it’s best not to push herself this early in the day, but if she holds back, then that would be like admitting the challenge is too much for her without going out of her way.
With that in mind, she has breakfast as she always does, drinking no more or less than usual before getting on with her day. There are discussions to be had with other knights and classes that she sits in on, hoping to learn something useful from or about the mysterious new professor. The morning and early afternoon pass without event, but every now and then, she feels slight twinges from her bladder that she quickly pushes out of her mind. This is nothing yet.
When it’s time for her to have her lunch, she again considers being cautious with her liquid intake, but again, she decides against that. If she can’t hold it under ordinary circumstances, then what does that say about her endurance? Rhea is counting on her to put on a good show with that, and she won’t let Rhea down. But once lunch is over, she decides it might be better to take it easy for a little while, at least until it’s time to start her training for the day.
That is the plan, of course, but as she is walking through the monastery, she is stopped by none other than the mysterious new professor she’s taken a mild interest in. Only because Rhea is so interested in her, naturally, and she has to make sure that everything checks out. So when Byleth invites her to tea, she is in no position to decline, even if sipping tea isn’t how she wanted to spend her afternoon.
“Sure, I’ve got some time,” she says, accepting the invitation and following Byleth to the garden. She has tea prepared from the kitchen, one of Catherine’s favorites if she’s being honest, though she has no idea if Byleth somehow figured that out, or if it was just a lucky guess. Either one seems unlikely, so she doesn’t bother thinking about it further.
“Was there something you wanted to discuss, professor?” she asks, giving Byleth an easy grin.
“I like to take time like this with all of my students,” Byleth replies. “I know that you’re not technically a student here anymore, but since you’ve decided to take part in my classes anyway, the sentiment is still there.”
“You’re never really done training, and I find your style of teaching suits me better than anyone else here has in the past couple years,” she says. “I never thought I’d end up basically joining a class full of kids, but there’s been a lot to learn! Plus, someone has to keep an eye on you for Lady Rhea, and who better for that than me?”
“I understand,” the professor replies, her face as unreadable as ever. Catherine has so many questions she needs answered, but for now, they make light conversation while they drink their tea. She wants to take it slow, but it’s hard not to match the professor, finishing cup after cup until they find that the teapot is empty, the contents having been spread fairly evenly between the two of them.
With the day a little over halfway over, she knows that this does not bode well for her challenge, but Catherine tries to remain confident as she and the professor say their goodbyes. Her bladder is uncomfortably full at this point, but she still tries to push it out of her mind, knowing that there is nothing to be done until she goes to Rhea’s room tonight to prove herself.
She still has to worry about her training for the day, anyway. No matter how full she may be, she can’t let anything get in the way of that. Certainly she could never allow herself to skip training just to make this easier on her, nor will she give in this early just to make her training easier. Either way, it’s taking the easy way out, and Catherine has never been the sort to do things the easy way.
Heading for the training grounds, she pretends not to notice the twinges she gets each time she jostles her bladder too much. No matter how uncomfortable this may be, this is nothing compared to what she’s suffered in the heat of battle. There have been times where she was pushed to her very limits, even times when she was pushed beyond her limits, pissing herself on the battlefield where there was no time for regret or humiliation. She always pressed on, regardless of her circumstances, and that is exactly what she’s going to do now.
Of course, this is quite different from the battlefield, but important to her all the same. Once she’s in the training hall, she’s able to forget about her need for the time being. Swinging her sword and pushing other limits makes it easy to take her mind off of it, but from time to time, she’ll feel a sharp pang in her lower abdomen, and nearly slip up.
Each time this happens, she steels herself, trying to regain control without pausing in her movements at all, or at least not for long enough to be noticeable.
If this were real battle...if this were real battle...the thought plays over and over again in her mind, on a constant loop as she reminds herself the real purpose behind this training, or at least the purpose Rhea could use as an excuse for her own strange interests. Strange, perhaps even perverse, but Catherine would never dare call the archbishop perverse...and as her lover, Catherine could care less how bizarre Rhea’s tastes may be. Whatever she asks, Catherine will do, no questions asked. No task is too great, she always reminds her, eager to show just how devoted she is in comparison to anyone else, anyone who follows her simply because of the Church.
But she’s letting her mind wander again, one of her only weaknesses that has come about since she and Rhea began their relationship. She’s more prone to getting distracted if she allows herself to think about Rhea for too long. Still, it’s better than letting her current predicament distract her, and any time spent fantasizing about her lover is time spent not letting the pressure in her bladder get to her. Except now she’s thinking about that instead, when she should be focusing on her training.
“What’s gotten into you, Catherine?” A voice from behind her snaps her out of her thoughts. “You’re all over the place.”
Pausing her work out, she turns around to see Shamir watching her. Of course, if there’s anyone who would notice the slightest of differences in her fighting style, it would be Shamir. The two of them train together and spar so often, and she is so naturally observant, that she practically has Catherine’s fighting style memorized. It makes a fight more challenging and therefore more fun, but for a moment, Catherine feels a bit of dread, imagining trying to keep up with Shamir in her current state.
Shaking her head to banish that thought, she grins at the other woman. “You must be imagining things,” she says. “I’m in top form! But if you don’t believe me, you’re more than welcome to take me on and see for yourself! Just don’t go easy on me.”
Rolling her eyes, Shamir says, “You’re as cocky as ever. As if I’d go easy on you. If you’re not on top of your game, that’s your problem, not mine.”
“Wait, who’s being cocky, now?” Catherine teases. Egging Shamir on is never a good idea, but she can’t stop herself. Bantering like this is commonplace for them, and still Catherine has the idea in her mind that she can’t take it easy in any regard, or else she won’t truly prove herself.
By now, the tea she shared with the professor is catching up to her, making it hard to stand still as she talks to Shamir. Holding this back while she spars with Shamir will be nearly impossible, she thinks, but again, she banishes the thought. It won’t be impossible, because she’s doing this for Rhea, and if this were a real battle, she would have no time to concern herself with her bladder.
Shamir takes up a training sword, and Catherine is relieved that that is how she chooses to fight today. Despite having a disadvantage with Catherine’s preferred style, she occasionally chooses this to test herself, and, though she knows better than to be overconfident, having an advantage might make this easier for her.
But then, as she gets into a fighting stance, ready to stand off against Shamir, she feels her legs start to tremble, and she has to steady them quickly. This has gotten much worse than she realized, and ignoring it for so long has allowed the sheer desperation to creep up on her. She winces before steeling herself, but now, there is nothing she can do to ignore the throbbing ache in her bladder as she and Shamir begin their spar.
This is when she begins to panic, though she does her best not to show it on her face, and not to let it affect her fighting. It is almost the evening already, but she isn’t sure if she’ll be able to make it to the end of this fight, much less until nightfall. Each step threatens to cause her to leak, each lunge nearly causing her to lose control, and just when she thinks things can’t get any worse, a hush falls over the training hall, and even Shamir stops to see what has caused this.
Normally, Catherine would take the opportunity to fight dirty- if only because she knows Shamir would do the same, were the tables turned- but when she turns to see what everyone is looking at, she is stunned. There she stands, making a rare appearance in the training hall- the archbishop, Lady Rhea herself.
“Pay me no mind,” she says, nodding to Catherine and Shamir. “Please, continue. I’d love to watch how the Knights of Seiros train on their days off.”
No, no, not now , Catherine thinks, her panic growing. Failing the challenge was bad enough, but to do so in front of Rhea herself, rather than just reporting the details to her later...she doesn’t know what she’s going to do. All she really can do is hope, and perhaps throw the match so that she can flee, but wouldn’t Rhea be able to tell that she was going easy on Shamir?
Before she can think it through, Shamir has resumed, charging at her and giving her little time to react. It becomes a matter of choosing between this battle and the battle with her bladder, and though this fight couldn’t actually turn lethal, her survival instincts override anything else, and she jumps to the side, dodging quickly.
Shamir doesn’t even give her a moment to panic when she feels a hot spurt of liquid escape, lunging at her again. But Catherine is very aware that it’s happened, and as she struggles to defend herself, she leaks again, and again, and she knows that this is it for her, and that it won’t be long before it’s obvious to everyone that this is happening to her.
There is no way out of this situation. Even if she were to call for a time out, she wouldn’t have enough time, and that’s assuming Shamir would even stop, or if she would refuse to stand down. There is no way out of it, and Rhea is watching her, and she’s leaking again, and what is she going to do ?
But there is nothing to do. She freezes, unable weakly blocking an attack from Shamir as the last of her control slips, her knees buckling as she begins to piss herself. She doesn’t know what to do or where to look, and remains frozen in place, seeing the realization dawn on Shamir as she stills as well, watching in shock as a puddle forms on the ground beneath Catherine.
“C...Catherine?” she asks, a look of disbelief on her face.
“I…” There’s nothing that Catherine can say; she stares down at the ground as the stream finally slows to a stop, her bladder still aching from the strain of holding so much for so long. She realizes that she would have failed either way, and she is overcome with shame. Finally regaining the ability to move, she turns and runs for the door, fleeing the scene.
She hears Shamir calling after her, but she ignores it, hurrying to her room. All she can think about is how Rhea must have looked, surprised and perhaps even outwardly disappointed, but she was afraid to even look at her. Instead, she’s running away, so that she can hide from her humiliation and shortcomings.
But once she’s alone, she doesn’t know what to do. She knows that she should clean herself up, but then what? How can she face Rhea after a display like that? How can she face anyone ?
It is as she is thinking about this that she hears a knock at her door. She decides to ignore them until they go away, not in the mood to deal with anyone, but then, Rhea says, “Catherine, it’s just me. Please let me in.”
It’s rare that Rhea comes to visit her, and even though she is afraid to face her after failing her challenge, Catherine opens the door anyway, not meeting her eye. Rhea lets herself in, and Catherine closes the door behind her, not sure what to say.
“Shamir was worried about you, you know,” Rhea says, breaking the silence. “I smoothed things over a bit, but I’m sure I made my interest in you quite obvious when I insisted I be the one to check on you.”
“I...I’m sorry you had to do that,” Catherine says. “I’m sorry I even...I was so weak , I couldn’t even last until…”
Closing the distance between them, Rhea pulls her into an embrace. Catherine panics, attempting to pull back and protesting that Rhea might get dirty, but she doesn’t relent. “You have nothing to apologize for. That was quite an impressive display, you know?”
“But I didn’t…”
“You did just fine, Catherine. If I’m being entirely honest, I didn’t expect you to be able to last as long as you did, much less under so much pressure. You went above and beyond my expectations.”
So she had never expected her to be able to fulfill the whole challenge? Catherine is simultaneously relieved that she didn’t let Rhea down, and disappointed that she couldn’t completely prove her wrong. But if Rhea is proud of her, then she has nothing to be sad about, and she finds that she doesn’t even care that she lost control with others there to witness it. Right now, only the woman holding her matters.
Rhea wants to reward her for her hard work, and though Catherine isn’t sure that she deserves a reward for not making it the entire day, Rhea insists, and she can hardly refuse. They move to Rhea’s private quarters then, so that Catherine can take a bath, and she joins her, wanting to help clean her.
“You did such a good job,” Rhea praises her in a gentle voice, revealing her true motive for bathing with her as she slips a finger inside of Catherine, earning a soft moan from her lover. “Such a good job, I’m so proud of you.”
Always, she loves to hear Rhea praise her, and she arches her back, whimpering for more. It’s been a long and exhausting day, and this is just what she needs to relax. In the end, despite the stress, she enjoyed being able to do something like that for her lover, and she thinks she wouldn’t mind trying again someday, until she really could live up to Rhea’s expectations.
But for now, she’s more than content to relax in the bath, letting Rhea take care of her for a little while. |
Brianne felt a growing excitement in the pit of her stomach as she pulled on the chastity belt over her cotton bikini-cut panties. As instructed, she fastened the device snugly around her waist by closing a combination lock she didn’t know the code for. She gasped sharply as the cold combination of metal and leather grasped her most intimate area. Tonight was meant to be punishment for the young lady who had been caught with her boyfriend in the middle of the night. Her parents had kicked him out of her bed and into the street, stark naked. She, sitting up in bed holding up the covers to veil her 36C breasts, had been yelled at for the better part of an hour.
The next morning, Brianne had been enrolled in a disciplinary program with the local church. She had met with Sister Janice earlier this week and been given the chastity belt and strict instructions to show up at a party tonight wearing it. Brianne could still recite Sister Janice’s exact words, which had been “It’s about time you learned how a young lady should act around boys.”
Brianne gazed longingly at her black miniskirt then decided against it. While she enjoyed flashing her panties on occasion, an ugly mix of leather and metal was a different story. She picked out a navy-blue plaid skirt that didn’t quite reach her knees. Maybe the goody Christian fellows would appreciate a more innocent look.
Glancing at the clock radio, she realized she only had twenty minutes to get to the church. She quickly threw on a sky-blue blouse over her white bra and ran a comb through her red hair. She hurriedly waved goodbye to her mother working in the garden as she started the car. As she pulled out of the paved driveway, Brianne wondered if her mom knew what she was wearing under her skirt. Maybe Sister Janice had told her- Brianne felt herself blush at the thought.
She got to the church three minutes early and took the opportunity to touch up her makeup. As she got out of the car, she ran her hand down the back of her skirt feeling the bumpy hardness instead of the usual curvy softness of her ass. She heard a car door close behind her and noticed a handsome well-dressed man looking at her. Blushing again, she realized that he had seen her smoothing out her skirt. Was he able to make out the shape of the device under her skirt?
As Brianne walked briskly through the entrance, she felt his gaze on her. She smiled to herself as she followed the “Ladies this way” sign. Perhaps it was for the best that things had gone south with Rod. He had a crude and arrogant demeanor which had been agitating her more and more. Maybe it was time to date a nice Christian boy who would be a perfect gentleman around her.
Sister Janice checked her watch as Brianne presented herself. “Just in time.” She commented coldly. “Well, let’s get on with it then- lift up your skirt.” Mildly surprised, Brianne gathered her skirt and lifted it up. She felt the middle-aged woman pull at the leather in several places, testing for looseness. With a grunt of approval, she patted Brianne’s butt and told her to continue walking to the basketball court. Brianne nodded, released her skirt, and continued her careful walk.
She heard soft music as she pushed open the swing door. It was a breath-taking sight. The gym had been transformed into a beautiful party scene, with carpeted areas, strobe lights, and a bar. Brianne walked forward towards a group of young ladies also dressed for the occasion. She recognized one of them- a girl of African ethnicity, Georgia. They went to the same high school, but Georgia was a year younger. She wasted no time in greeting Brianne and introducing her to the other ladies. Brianne felt grateful for knowing someone there, especially a girl as welcoming as Georgia.
Having met the girls, Brianne turned her attention towards the young men at the other end of the gym. She immediately noticed the boy from the parking lot eying her. He was wearing black pants, a white dress shirt and bow-tie. He was on the skinny side but fit in a long-distance runner sort of way. He had well-groomed black hair and a clean-shaven face. Brianne hoped he would make his way over to her soon.
The males collectively decided to get drinks and made their way over to the bar. Ashley, a tall attractive blonde, eagerly urged the female group to go over to the bar too. After some initial resistance, they started slowly walking over. Brianne felt that it would have been so much easier if the guys had approached first. She quickly realized Ashley’s eagerness to mingle with the guys, as she had wandered over a seemingly older brown-haired hunk after getting a beer from the bartender. To Brianne’s dismay, Georgia had followed Ashley’s lead and was in deep conversation with her interest. Not wanting to be left alone, Brianne walked her long island iced tea over to an apparently shy, chubby teenager.
Pete was an ok guy, but not exactly Brianne’s type. He seemed surprised to be approached by such an attractive girl and was nervously stuttering about video games and his custom-built PC. Meanwhile, her attention was elsewhere. She constantly glanced over his shoulder at Georgia and her handsome companion. He returned her gaze a few times, but always politely refocused his attention to Georgia, who was happily chatting away.
Not ten minutes later, Brianne was surprised to discover that her drink was finished- she had been sipping constantly with Pete babbling on. Not wanting to excuse herself suddenly, she took a moment to scan her surroundings. About half the crowd had paired up with members of the opposite sex, but there were also two large crowds of mixed genders. One group was near the bar, in close proximity to drinks, while the other group was near the DJ, making song requests while conversing with each other.
Brianne also noticed Sister Janice and a younger nun seated in the bleachers, observing intently. About a third of the people at the party were underage, so there were already varying stages of drunkenness evident at the party. The girls near the bar had already accepted a number of drinks from their overly generous companions and their glowing red faces openly revealed their intoxication. Meanwhile, Georgia and three other girls were sipping soft drinks. Brianne could feel a light buzz, but Pete was showing no signs of stopping and he was literally being a buzz kill.
She finally interrupted him by raising her empty glass and explaining she needed another drink. He stammered an offer about getting the drink for her, but she raised her hand, promising to be right back. Brianne ordered a screwdriver and took a moment to chat with the bartender- she needed a break from Pete. It was a good thing she did, because Georgia and her new friend made their way to the bar a moment later. As she had done earlier, Georgia made the introduction. His name was Jake and he was a volunteer with the church.
Forgetting her promise to Pete, Brianne joined the duo. Jake eagerly shared details about his life while asking the girls about theirs. He tried to include Georgia in the conversation, but his eyes were constantly locking into Brianne’s. Finally, Georgia noticed Pete awkwardly staring into their group and excused herself to talk to him. Brianne felt instant guilt as she realized that she had ditched Pete, but also gratitude for the opportunity to talk to Jake one-on-one.
As Jake wandered over to the bar to get them new drinks, Brianne scanned the crowd again. Elle, a petite blonde, near the bar was dancing on the spot, but not in sync with the music. It took a moment for Brianne to realize that she was desperate to pee. She tugged at her friend Jackie’s arm, but she just shook her head and gestured to her own midsection. Elle wriggled helplessly before rushing off towards the gym door alone. It was then that Brianne realized that all the girls were wearing chastity belts! None of them could pee until Sister Janice unlocked them!
As Jake returned with her drink, Brianne evaluated the fullness of her own bladder. She could definitely use a pee. The alcohol and conversation with Jake had kept her mind off her predicament, but there was no denying that her bladder was filling quickly. Jake raised his cup and Brianne raised her own to meet his, making sure she took only a small sip afterwards. As Jake continued talking, Brianne noticed that Elle hadn’t left the gym. Instead, she was near the door pleading with a female guard to let her out. There was a male guard at the other door, so there was no way out.
Suddenly, the full gravity of the punishment hit her. The girls would have to hold their pee until the end of the party or wet their panties in front of everyone around! As Elle pleaded desperately, a boy from the same group near the bar approached the door. The guard stepped aside to let him through while continuing to block Elle’s path. She doubled over and clutched her crotch through her red dress, on the verge of wetting herself.
“You are very quiet. Is everything ok?” Jake’s question snapped Brianne back to attention. “Oh.. yes, I’m fine. Just enjoying your story, that’s all.”
“Are you sure? Is your drink okay? I can get you a different one if you like.” Brianne realized how rude she must look ignoring the conversation and not finishing the drink he had gotten for her. She immediately took a couple of gulps from her cup.
“No, the drink’s great- thank you.” The last thing she needed was another full cup. She forced herself to engage in conversation and regularly sip from her cup. Elle had given up trying to convince the guard to let her out- she was now helplessly standing with her back up against the wall, with her dress hiked all the way up and her hands gripping her crotch for dear life. Her red panties and chastity belt were in full view. Brianne noticed girls and guys looking over at her. It was obviously a one-of-a-kind sight for horny young men, who struggled to tear their eyes away from the beautiful blonde girl struggling to not to piss herself. Most of the girls were alternating nervous glances between Elle and the large clock above her. Just over an hour remained- could they hang on?
Jake was amongst the last to notice the scene at the other end of the gym. He looked over just as Elle lost control. She gasped audibly as pee poured through her fingers onto the rug below. Her wet legs glistened in the bright lights as a growing wet spot formed at her feet. Nobody could look away as the poor girl peed for seemingly ages, finally experiencing the relief she had been denied for too long. She collapsed to the floor and covered her face in utter humiliation. Unfortunately for her, Sister Janice came down from the bleachers and ordered her to return to the party. With a beet-red face and drenched legs, Elle returned to the group by the bar. Everyone comforted Elle, but there was no getting over the fact that she now smelled like pee and her dress sported obvious wet streaks.
“Yes, I’m wearing one too.” Brianne admitted, knowing Jake was wondering but too polite to ask. “Oh.. do you need to...” His voice trailed off as he realized he was asking a pretty lady a very personal question.
“Yes, a bit.” Brianne blushed. It was the understatement of the year. Her bladder was pressing up against the band of the chastity device. She was actively fighting the natural desire to cross her legs in front of him. She glanced up at the clock yet again- there were still 50 minutes left!
Several pairs of legs were scissoring now- witnessing an accident didn't help matters. Gina and Belle rushed over to the other door, hoping to get better luck with the male guard. Despite the ladies tearfully showing him their bladder bulges and chastity belts, he didn’t budge from the door. Several guys were feeling an urge for the men’s room and they guiltily excused themselves for a much-needed pee.
Brianne couldn’t help but notice that Jake was shuffling uncomfortably too. He had drunk quite a bit more than her and they had both grown quieter. Finally, he interrupted her in mid-sentence with a quick apology and turned away. She felt a pang of envy as he subtly grabbed himself through his pants and urgently strode through the gym door.
Unable to wait a moment longer, Gina and Belle hiked up their skirts, squatted, and peed through their underwear next to the guard. Sister Janice reached them just as they finished peeing, loudly scolding them and ordering them to return to the party. As an added punishment, she ordered the younger nun to give them each a water bottle. The nun forced them to drink the entire half-litre before returning to her seat next to Sister Janice.
Brianne’s gaze fell on Georgia and Pete, still talking to each other. Despite her drunk and desperate state, she wanted to do the right thing. She hobbled over, struggling not to shove a clenched fist into her pussy. She was surprised to see Georgia holding herself… and drinking orange juice.
“Hey Pete and Georgia- sorry about earlier. I just…” They both giggled and looked each other. “Oh, it’s no problem at all,” said Pete. “We’re having a blast together,” exclaimed Georgia.
Brianne noticed that Pete was squirming along with Georgia. She looked at the couple questioningly. They giggled again. “Pete has decided to hold it with me. Cheers baby!” Georgia raised her cup and they both took a large swig. Brianne cautiously made her way back to her spot near the basketball hoop. How odd- Pete was probably going to wet his pants because he had decided to goof around with Georgia. Who in their right mind would want to go through this hell? Brianne wanted nothing more than to sit on a toilet and PEE! She crossed her legs and danced on the spot- it was pointless to pretend like she didn’t need to pee.
Jake returned from the toilet, obviously relieved. However, he was drunk and his line of questioning was getting more daring. “So how did you ladies end up all locked up like this?”
Brianne hesitated, then decided it hardly mattered- her dignity was shot anyway. “I got caught screwing my boyfriend then my parents put me in this church program.”
“Wow! Is that everyone’s story?” Jake was visibly surprised by her response.
“I don’t know, but I bet it’s something to do with sex. Otherwise why…” She gestured to her crotch.
Jake reddened. “I don’t….”
Suddenly things clicked for Brianne. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
“I.. uh..” Jake stared down at the floor as he fumbled for words.
Brianne realized she had struck a nerve. “No… sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“No, it’s ok. I’ve asked you personal stuff too.”
Suddenly an excited shriek from Georgia drew attention to the center of the gym. Pete was peeing his khaki pants. A growing wetness spread down the front of his legs as he sighed with relief. Georgia was fixated on his accident as she struggled not to pee her own dress. Sister Janice was there in an instant. She had Pete pull down his pants and bend over to touch his toes. She spanked him repeatedly, her bare hand smacking his wet bottom.
Watching Pete get spanked in his wet underwear was too much for Georgia- she had reached the limits of her bodily control. She lifted up her skirt and spread her legs to let her long-held waters flow to the carpet below. She sighed heavily, causing Pete to look over as he was being spanked. He was finally allowed to straighten up as Georgia finished peeing- a massive erection poked out from his wet, transparent underwear. He quickly pulled up his soiled pants before Sister Janice noticed his sexual excitement and sentenced further punishment.
Amidst all the commotion, Brianne felt herself leak into her panties. She quickly grabbed crotch and squeezed hard. She felt her face burn red with embarrassment as Jake turned around to see her holding her crotch. However, she was well beyond the point of appearing ladylike. If she released her grip on her pussy, she would wet her panties, pure and simple.
“Wow you look like you’re about to… “
“Yeah, it’s gonna happen. Any minute now.” She spoke through her clenched teeth. Every ounce of strength in her teenage body was needed to prevent an imminent wetting accident. The twenty minutes which remained may as well be twenty years- she would never make it.
Beside them, Ashley squirted despite her iron grasp on her womanhood. Thinking quickly, Brent shoved his quarter-full cup into her crotch and instructed her to relax. She just managed to stem the flow as the cup filled through her panties, grasping her soaked crotch again. To her surprise, Brent brought the cup to his lips and continued drinking from it.
Elle had stopped drinking since her accident, but her weakened bladder had quickly filled up again. She was so humiliated about wetting herself that she couldn’t even announce that she was bursting again. She silently and rapidly progressed from shuffling helplessly, overtly holding herself, to rewetting her panties in the presence of the group. Fortunately for her, no one gave her show more than a few seconds- the women had their own bladders to worry about and the men’s attention was quite divided throughout the room.
Brianne squirted. She felt warm wetness on her fingers and then saw the droplets of pee hitting the rug below her. She danced desperately in place, struggling to regain control. She did- just barely. She knew the next leak would be the last one. She was just too close to having a full on accident.
Ashley squirted again and Brent generously put his cup between her legs again, but there was no stopping the flood this time. A powerful torrent flowed out from the gusset of her silk purple panties and she couldn't close the dam this time. The cup overflowed and Brent pulled it away. Ashley closed her eyes in sheer relief and sighed as she straightened up. Clear pee flowed down her long slender legs and a giant wet spot grew at her feet. Brent looked on in excitement as he continued drinking her sacred feminine waters from his cup.
Hearing Ashley’s pee splatter to the ground was too much for Brianne. She was the only girl who hadn’t lost wet herself yet and that, in itself, was an achievement. There were several girls close to peeing themselves a second time, not to mention Elle who had already had a second accident. Brianne’s bladder spasmed hard and she could not fight it this time. She soaked her panties as a waterfall flowed out from her most private area.
All heads turned to observe the biggest accident of the evening as Brianne violently drenched the carpet beneath her. She exhaled deeply as sweet relief washed over her body- she hadn’t peed since her lunch break at work. The gruesome burden of holding in her urine had finally been lifted from her shoulders. She was peeing herself in front of Jake and a dozen other people, but it didn’t matter. All she cared about at that moment was the unbelievable relief that had engulfed her tortured body. She shuddered involuntarily as the final few squirts exited her. She didn’t realize the spectacle she had created until she finally opened her eyes to look around, pee still dripping from the back of her skirt to her feet.
Everyone watched in amazement at the huge puddle at Brianne’s feet. She undoubtedly had the largest bladder of anyone around. Jake’s excitement was on clear display, with a giant tent poking out in his pants.
Sister Janice declared that the party was over and hoped that the ladies had learned a humiliating lesson about behaving decently around young men. Perhaps some girls had, but Brianne and Georgia definitely had other plans. The ladies lined up to get their wet chastity belts unlocked by the two nuns. It was a slow process with most of the girls wriggling uncontrollably, trying to maintain the little dignity that remained until they got to a toilet. Gina and Belle, who had been punished with bottles of water earlier, couldn’t control themselves any longer and peed all over Sister Janice as she was unlocking them. With another embarrassing scolding, Sister Janice instructed them to stay behind for a spanking.
The delay was torture for those still in the lineup, including Georgia. She and Pete had been drinking even more heavily since their accidents and they just barely hung on as Georgia got unlocked. However, making it to the men’s room was another matter. They soaked themselves again as they rushed into a cubicle together. In the next stall, Brianne was already getting busy with Jake. It was about time a girl did something about his virginity.
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It was just at the start of summer... we’d just finished school and mum picked us up, but we went to do some shopping before going home… and I remember, because they had these blueberry lemonades on sale – and I don’t really like blueberry stuff that much but Kirsty loved them, and she had gone through like three of them – like, three full cups, before we were done. And they must have had so much sugar in them, because she was literally bouncing around as we were loading up the car and I honestly couldn’t tell if she needed a pee or if she was just hyper!
Well mum asked us if we had to pee before getting in the car because there was a huge queue to get out of the car park and Kirsty said no…
Uh… no, I said I didn’t as well… well, I did, but I didn’t really say anything… it was one of those, where, I figured if Kirsty could drink three lemonades and she could wait until she got home, and I only had like half of one… you know?
So we got in the car and joined the queue, and we just sat there – cause this queue was massive; like, it literally went from Tesco all the way to the end of the car park, because there was construction at the roundabout at the exit and they’d put temporary traffic lights up…
Oh, I know – they can’t leave anything alone! So we just sat there, and it was a hot day so we went to take our jumpers off…
Yeah, we still had our uniforms on.
Just like, a t-shirt and skirt.
Yeah, and I saw that Kirsty’s sort of… like, fidgeting about, and I figured it’s just down to the heat… and then finally she said she had to pee…
Ha! It was just like, “Mum, I need a wee.”
But mum just went off on one at her, because she asked before we left, and we were halfway to the exit by then, and she said that she shouldn’t have drank all those blueberry lemonades... So Kirsty has to hold it, and we were moving like a foot every few seconds…
Like an hour, at least! So we got to the lights, and they turned green and all the cars started going, and just as we got to ‘em they turned amber, and mum started to slow down…
I know! And there was this BMW behind us and he thought the same thing – and he just laid on his horn and swerved around us and just gunned it!
I honestly don’t blame him for that one, but mum had to slam on the brakes or we would have hit him!
Well, Kirsty started whispering something to mum and I didn’t really hear what they were saying at first… Mum said something like, “is it bad,” and Kirsty said, “just a little bit,”, and I didn’t know what they were talking about.
Mm-hmm, I think she did.
Well that’s the thing – she actually said so later on!
When we got out of the car park, and we were going through the town centre, she was practically begging mum to stop somewhere so she could use the toilet, and I didn’t get why because we were almost home and it would take us just as long to find somewhere else to stop… but she actually said something like, “I weed a little bit in my knickers”!
And I felt bad for her of course, ‘cause she was almost crying, but I was kinda confused at that point… because I’d peed myself before—
I mean just accidents I’d had as a kid before, you know? Like, times that I waited too long and just ended up doing it in my pants. And mum would always have a go at me for it, but now with Kirsty she was being all nice and stuff… like, “don’t worry, we’re almost home, you can hold it,”. And I was just sat there thinking, “But she just admitted that she peed in her knickers, why aren’t you mad at her?”
So… I figured that… maybe just a little bit of pee was ok?
Yeah, I actually kinda had to go at that point, because I was still drinking my own lemonade, but I wasn’t bursting. Like, I’d maybe cross my legs every now and then, but my knickers were still dry!
But we made it home before she actually properly peed herself. Like, as soon as we’d parked up she jumped out of the car and legged it inside. And yeah, I checked the seat… I couldn’t see anything. And then mum asked me to help get the shopping out of the car, so I did that, and then I had to get our jumpers and my lemonade and bring them inside too… and then she told me to go and get changed! And Kirsty was still in the toilet, so I went to our room…
I really needed a pee at this point, yeah. Like, I was bouncing around all over the place while I was taking my clothes off! And then Kirsty came into the room, and I saw that she’d taken her knickers off, and she threw them in the wash basket and said that she had to shower.
I know, I should have said I had to pee first!
Because I was curious! I wanted to see…
Exactly! So she grabbed some clean ones and went back to the bathroom, and I went over to the wash basket…
They were just plain white cotton ones. And they were pretty wet – like, the whole crotch and halfway up her bum was full of pee. So yeah, she peed herself a fair bit.
I don’t know, I didn’t actually touch it!
It was weird – like, it didn’t feel wrong or disgusting or anything. It was just… interesting. Just looking at them and thinking, “Wow, Kirsty really had to go so bad that she actually peed in her knickers!”
Mine were still dry… but then I heard the shower running, and oh god that did not help. I was actually on the verge of wetting myself at that point.
And so… I got the idea: what if I just peed a little bit in my knickers as well? ‘Cause Kirsty did and mum was ok with it… and if I did, I should have been able to hold the rest until she got out.
So I just spread my legs and… did a few spurts in my knickers.
It seemed like a good idea at the time! But you know how once you start…
Uh-huh. I tried to stop – like, I was holding myself with both hands, but it hurt so bad…. I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer, so I just jumped into the wash basket—
Ha, yeah! Into the wash basket!
I mean it was only a small one – one of those plastic ones you can easily step into…
It was just dirty clothes that were gonna get washed anyway!
It was literally the only thing I could think of – like, I knew it was about to come out, and I could either just stand there and pee on the carpet… or do it in the wash basket.
So yeah… I just stepped in the basket and squatted down and peed on all the clothes!
I just did it through my knickers. They were already wet anyway… I just didn’t bother taking them off.
It’s never really bothered me to be honest. It’s just pee! And my knickers never stay perfectly clean anyway… I mean, that’s what they’re for – right? Honestly, I was more worried about mum walking in on me while I was peeing in the laundry!
Nope, I don’t think she ever found out! I mean all those clothes must have stunk of pee, but she never said anything!
So when I’d finished I tried hide the wet clothes underneath some of the dry ones, but I kept my knickers on and just rubbed one of the shirts up against them to try and dry them off a little bit, because I wanted to go shower, and I figured... I could just wash them out at the same time. So I put some shorts on, and I snuck out of our room and went to the bathroom. Kirsty was still showering, but our bathroom door doesn’t have a lock so I knocked on and ask if I could come in, and she asked why and I just said I was bursting for a wee and I couldn’t hold it any longer.
I know, it was just incase mum was listening.
Yeah, she said I could come in, and I told her that actually I wanted to ask if I could join her... because we were young enough to still shower together. And I said it was because actually I already did it in my knickers, and I pulled my shorts down so she could see.
She was pretty surprised... but she’d basically just done the same thing herself, and she was pretty cool about it. So I took my shorts off and got in the bath with her.
And I said to her, “But don’t tell mum, ok?”
And she thought for a few seconds, and then asked, “Are you gonna drink the rest of your lemonade?” |
(This is a newly written story which I’ve shared elsewhere. Jonah Falcon is an American actor, perhaps best known for owning the world’s biggest functioning penis. Nine and a half inches long flaccid and thirteen and a half fully erect, with a girth of some eight inches, it is an impressive organ. Since coming to public attention in a big way in 1999, Jonah has undertaken numerous radio, television and online magazine interviews. Those interviews have, for entirely understandable reasons, focused in large measure on his sexual prowess and the challenges as well as opportunities which go with having a large penis in the bedroom. To the best of my knowledge Jonah has shared little of the urological implications of having such a large penis. That is his right and prerogative. It has a flip side though to the extent that those who have an interest in the urological side will, in the absence of authoritative information, join up the dots in whatever way stacks up or makes sense to them. In common with other stories I’ve written featuring Jonah this is a work of fiction, although it might be described by some as faction – as it contains some elements which have a basis in fact (no prizes for spotting them) a great deal of conjecture and a hot yellow splash or two of ‘make believe.’ At present I don’t know whether or not any sequels will follow, but I hope you enjoy it.)
It was one thirty in the afternoon. Jenny knocked a little nervously on Jonah’s apartment door. She’d undertaken some assignments before but going to interview the guy who supposedly had the world’s biggest penis was certainly something different to say the least. A transatlantic flight from London to New York and a rather agreeable stay in a five-star hotel had been part of the bargain, not that she’d slept a wink since arriving, as she’d spent what should have been a night of beauty sleep masturbating. Not surprisingly she felt a little sore down below. She so wanted to meet this guy and go where other interviewers hadn’t dared go. The door opened and she was greeted by a guy in a Yankees sweatshirt and a pair of spandex pants which were a couple of sizes too small. It took her all the willpower she could muster to avert her gaze from the enormous bulge which was packed to the left-hand side. His appearance left no doubt as to his identity. She’d seen photos on the net but this was the real thing.
“I’m looking for Jonah Falcon. I’m guessing you’re he.”
“That correct. Hello. How can I help you?”
Jenny coughed.
“Hi. I’m Jenny from the Britlad Magazine. I’m here for the interview if that’s okay.”
Jonah smiled
“Yes Jenny! Please come in. I’d not forgotten about the interview it’s just that my mind was on the script for a play which I’m currently working on. Follow me.”
Jonah led her along a hallway and into what looked like a sitting room which had been doubled up to serve as a study. There was a table with a laptop on it, a notepad, two pens and what looked like a novelty 2-pint mug.
“Make yourself at home in that easy chair, Jenny. Can I get you a coffee by the way?”
“No thanks Jonah.”
“Well I hope you don’t mind if I do. I’m ready for another shot of caffeine this time of day to get the brain fired up.”
“Of course.”
Jonah disappeared into what she took to be a kitchen, re-emerging a couple of minutes later with a refilled mug.
“Are you ready Jenny?”
“Of course.”
“Fire away then.”
Jenny: “What’s it like to have the world’s biggest penis Jonah? I mean it’s brought you a certain fame hasn’t it?”
Jonah: “You could say that but it’s not exactly made my fortune if you know what I mean?”
Jenny: “You mean you’ve not done porn or anything like that? I’m surprised.”
Jonah: “No I haven’t. I don’t do porn. I’ve got a proper acting career and I don’t want to harm that. Okay I’ve done some interviews of different sorts and I once modelled underpants for a lady who wanted me to do it – for her own pleasure – but that’s all. I don’t want to be defined by it if you know what I mean.”
Jenny: “Okay Mr Big. I get the feeling you’re going to be a tough nut to crack.”
Jonah: “Well that depends on where this goes and what you’re going to ask.”
Jenny: “Exactly how big is it?”
Jonah: “Well it has been measured and it comes it at thirteen and a half inches fully erect (not that gets there very often nowadays) and nine and a half flaccid, with a girth of around eight inches.”
Jenny: “Is it true you were once frisked at San Francisco airport because they didn’t know what the bulge in your pants was?”
Jonah: “Oh yes but that must be a good seven years or so ago at least. I didn’t think it was very funny at the time but now when I think about it, I have a chuckle. When life pranks you, one can either laugh or cry. As a rule I’ve found it’s best to laugh on the whole.”
Jenny: “Jonah, do you masturbate?”
Jonah: “Well yes, of course. Have you met a guy who doesn’t?”
Jenny: “Well I suppose not. How old were you when you started, Jonah?”
Jonah: “I suppose like most boys far younger than I should, not that it’s done me any harm. It’s natural for a boy to explore his body, especially if something’s bigger than average. Put it this way, I’ve not gone bald, blind or mad. Well not yet, anyway. If you want to know I like long, slow, gentle sessions with plenty of edging. I don’t do quickies.”
Jenny: “When did you have your first sexual encounter?”
Jonah: “Well it was after I’d learned to cum but I was far too young at the time and was, in fact, pretty much tricked into it. The girl was quite a bit older than me and let’s just say it’s not a happy memory. It was a long time before I had sex again and then I was ready for it and it was on my terms.”
Jenny: “Have you had lots of sex over the years?”
Jonah: “Yes. As a young man I slept about a fair bit. Don’t ask how many partners because I can’t remember. Things eventually went quiet on that front though and never picked up in a big way.”
Jenny: “So you’ve never had any long-term relationships then?”
Jonah: “Relationships, yes. Long ones, no. I’d say the longest was a year.”
Jenny: “All with women – or men as well?”
Jonah: “Well I’ve slept with both, if that’s what you mean.”
Jenny: “So you’d describe yourself as bi then?”
Jonah: “You could say that.”
Jenny: “Do you prefer men or women, then?”
Jonah: “Well I once told another interviewer who asked a similar question that one pair of lips was pretty much the same as another, so that’s all I’m going to say about that.”
Jenny: “Do you find some people panic when they see the size of it?”
Jonah: “Yes, some do. They’ve nothing to panic about though as I believe in loads of foreplay before the main act and I’m very gentle. Mostly I only use about half of it because that’s as much as most people can take anyway. My most extraordinary experience though was of a girl was up for taking my length but incredibly pee phobic. She wouldn’t do it unless I’d been to the bathroom – or rather pretended to – until I was rumbled. Odd really because I’d not come across anything like it before.”
Jenny: “Ah, it’s fortuitous you should mention that. Moving on from sex do have any objection to discussing the pee side.”
Jonah: “Well I’ve never been asked about that before and maybe ten or fifteen years ago I’d have said let’s not go there, but fire away.”
Jenny: “What’s it like to pee with? I mean you must get lots of attention at urinals and stuff like that.”
Jonah: “Well actually, no. If I really have to use a public bathroom – and it’s rare – I always go in a cubicle and sit down to pee. It’s much easier and gets the bladder empty far better.”
Jenny: “Did you wet the bed when you were younger?”
Jonah: “Yes and for far longer than most people would say was normal. I was never punished or taken to the doctor for it or anything like that though. I had a rather chaotic upbringing for all sorts of complicated reasons but nobody ever made an issue of that sort of thing. In fact, I escaped the sort of toilet training many people have to put up with and I was allowed to choose if and when I went to the bathroom.”
Jenny: “Was going to the bathroom ever an issue at school?”
Jonah: “When I was younger, yes. There was a bit of bullying. When I went up to High School it wasn’t a problem as I never went to the bathroom there. I just held it in all day.”
Jenny:” You held it all day?”
Jonah: “Yes, more less. I’d piss when I got up in the morning and again when I got home mid afternoon or maybe a little after. Usually I’d piss again an hour – maybe two hours – before bed but never at bedtime. That was about it.”
Jenny: “It sounds as though you had a pretty amazing bladder.”
Jonah: “Yes up to a point. You could say it was a case of necessity being the mother of invention. When I left school and went to college, I got into a habit of holding for even longer. I’d piss first thing in a morning, piss again about 12 hours later and that would be it. I can’t do it now, but I’m usually still good for seven or eight hours.”
Jenny:” Did you ever find holding and needing to pee a sexual turn-on? It may surprise you but some people do.”
Jonah: “I know they do but can’t understand why. What they call ‘watersports’ has always passed me by. No, it was never a sexual thing with me. More a habit that grew out of not wanting to get my cock out of my pants – unless it was in my bedroom. When I was younger, I was intensely pee shy. Drama college eventually cured me of that though as I was picked to act in one or two scenes where I had to pee on cue and in a controlled way.”
Jenny: “That must have felt awful.”
Jonah: “Awful doesn’t even touch it but I managed to perform.”
Jenny: “Jonah, have you ever pissed your pants in adult life – I mean accidentally?”
Jonah: “Yes it has happened from time to time but not often enough to be what you’d call a problem. With a bulge like mine people often stare anyway although I have been caught short on the Metro and that wasn’t fun.”
Jenny:” Have you ever pissed yourself on stage or whilst being filmed?”
Jonah: “Not on stage, no. I did piss myself a couple of years ago whilst filming for an energy drink advert but it was offstage. At the time I’d drunk about two litres of the stuff on top of my morning Starbucks and the director kept refusing me bathroom breaks, despite knowing how badly I needed one. Okay, so I can be really bursting and still hold on longer than most people, but even I have a point where I’ve got to get to a bathroom quick or I’ll piss myself.”
Jenny: “Have you ever needed to piss during an interview or a talk show?”
Jonah: “I don’t do interviews on an empty bladder. I discovered long before your old Prime Minister – Tony Blair I think it was – that it aids concentration and clear thinking. Also it does mean that I can prove my dick’s a real working penis if proof is absolutely demanded.”
Jenny: “So you’ve peed during interviews then?”
Jonah: “Once or twice – strictly on request. Most times I’ve not even been allowed to get my cock out, never mind anything else. Usually I’ve just been glad of a bathroom straight afterwards. In my younger days I would do a transatlantic flight and go straight to some studio for an interview without using the bathroom. You’ve got to really hate public bathrooms – and plane bathrooms – as I do in order to pull that off.”
Jenny: “Well you’re at home but would it be a fair guess you need to pee now?”
Jonah: “It would be a pretty fair guess. Put it this way, I’ve not been since seven this morning and knocked back a fair few coffees since then.”
Jenny: “Would you be happy to pee for me?”
Jonah: “Yes, but I’m sure you’d like a good look at my cock first.”
Jenny: “Yes. Purely in in the interests of research of course.”
Jonah: “Purely.”
Jonah stood up, eased down his spandex pants and his enormous cock sprang out. Jenny recoiled, putting a hand to her mouth. She’d had one or two boyfriends in her time but she’d never seen anything like it.
Jenny: “Oh my!”
Jonah “That’s pretty much how all the girls react.”
Jenny: “I’d love to see you pee. You must be bursting.”
Jonah: “Okay.”
Jonah sat on his chair, pants round his ankles, and retrieved from under his desk something which resembled an empty metal waste paper bin.
Jonah: “I keep this handy when I’m working from home, just in case. Time spent in the bathroom is time out of my life if you know what I mean.”
Jenny: “Oh I do.”
Sitting upright, Jonah pointed his enormous penis at the metal waste paper bin and began peeing. At first it was a steady stream, noisily hitting the metal of the bin, but within twenty seconds or so, the torrent of pee pouring out of his enormous cock resembled the output of a fully charged fire extinguisher. Jenny was transfixed. This guy really could wee for New York. As the bin filled with hot, steaming, bubbly pee, Jonah’s pee stream gradually subsided to a trickle before finally stopping. Jenny looked in the bin and it was almost full. Another half inch or so it and it would have overflowed.
Jonah: “I’d say there was a good two litres in there. Much of it began its life as coffee.”
Jenny: “I don’t know how you do it. Most guys would have a bladder sticking out like a football to piss that much.”
Jonah: “Ah well, I’m lucky that way. I can have a really full bladder and it not show that much – unlike some body parts!”
With that he gave his cock a good shake, stood up and pulled his pants back up, deftly tucking his cock to the left. Jenny sensed a wetness between her own legs but it wasn’t pee, just womanly excitement at what she’d seen.
Jenny: “Jonah. Thanks for that and your time. I think that concludes the ‘formalities’ if you know what I mean. However, I did wonder if you’d care to join me for dinner this evening. I’ll give you the details of my hotel. It’s near Times Square.”
Jonah: “Well I’m flattered and I suppose I’ve nothing else much on. I’d be delighted.”
Jenny: “Excellent. Bring your toothbrush and razor with you. My room’s got a king size bed in it and I don’t plan on spending another night on my own in it, not after what I’ve seen.”
Jonah: “Do you mean what I think you mean?”
Jenny: “Of course. Purely in the interests of research, of course. I’m sure Britlad Magazine expects their researchers to be thorough. My guess is it’s time you had another coffee. See you later, big boy!”
With that she kissed him on the lips and made her way to the door. |
Sophie sat in her chair at the top of the chairlift, watching the empty chairs climb to the top and circle back down again. It wasn't exactly the most exciting job, but for legal reasons they had to have someone up there at any given time. And it was Sophie's turn to take the shift today. Basically all she had to do was radio down to the base if anything went wrong with the lift, which literally never happened.Not to mention that it was the early morning shift in the middle of summer, so it was even more dead than usual. Sophie brought a coffee up with her just to keep herself awake. At least in the winter there'd be snow to shovel. But she was getting paid to do pretty much nothing, so she couldn't really complain.All in all, it wasn't a bad setup. The only problem was the lack of access to the facilities during her three hour shift. Once she finished her coffee, she would almost certainly need a bathroom break sooner rather than later. Luckily for her, one of her co-workers had showed her a secret little spot nearby hidden behind some bushes where you would be totally invisible to the public in case of an "absolute emergency."Though with the frequency Sophie used it, they were less "emergencies" as they were "regular bathroom breaks." Nearly every morning shift she took full advantage of her secret toilet. Every once in a while, just one trip wasn't even enough to comfortable make it through her shift (usually on days when she sucked down an extra large coffee I stead of her normal medium).She wasn't really supposed to leave the lift unattended like that, even if it was only for a minute or two. But what was she gonna do? Wet herself? It's not like anyone would notice she was gone.Though recently, Sophie had been trying to train her bladder so she could hold longer until she could last the whole three hours (whether it was to be a good employee, or just for fun, she wasn't sure).Today, her goal was to try and hold it up to the two hour mark. It wasn't going too well, though. It was only an hour in and she already really had to go. It was kind of her fault though, since she had forgot to pee before starting her shift, so it had been almost three hours since she used the toilet after getting up this morning. That wouldn't have been too bad on it's own, but she had also already sucked down almost her entire coffee, and her nearly empty cup stood in front of her almost tauntingly. She wasn't going to give up just yet though, even if she normally would have gone quite a while ago.But with all that coffee rushing through her system, Sophie's resolve only lasted barely another 15 minutes. Her poor bladder felt just about ready to explode all over her chair. If she didnt go now, Sophie worried she was about to make a mess right where she sat.She gingerly got up, ready to sneak over to her secret pee place, when out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her manager, Veronica, riding up the otherwise empty lift. That was close. If she had been caught abandoning her post, she definitely would have been punished, or could even have lost her job. But her bladder was still at its breaking point, and Sophie didn't know how much longer she could delay relief.Veronica made it to the top of the lift and hopped off as they exchanged greetings. As she approached, Veronica asked "Are you okay Sophie? You look a little ... on edge today.""Yeah, I'm fine," Sophie lied. But in reality, her bladder was dying for a release as she tried not to wet herself in front of her boss. Sophie sat and crossed her legs as tight as she could, as Veronica began updating her on some changes they were making to procedures around the lift.The thing with Veronica is, she liked to talk. Like, a lot. This could have easily been a 5 minute conversation, but Veronica went on for easily 20 minutes, Sophie leaking slowly into her panties the entire time. At this point she was paying zero attention to her manager, completely focused on not losing control full stop. She just nodded every once in a while, pretending to be listening as she clenched her muscles as tightly as she could.Finally, Veronica's monologue came to an end as she began to shift around impatiently. "Well, I'd love to talk to you more, but I had a ton of coffee this morning and well, that stuff goes right through me! I have no idea how you guys last so long up here without a bathroom. I'd probably have to take a break in the woods!" Veronica joked, looking directly at Sophie's now empty cup of coffee.Sophie could just manage to fake a laugh as Veronica got back on the lift back down to the main resort to find a toilet.The second she was gone, Sophie had one thing on her mind. She had already leaked so much, the wetness glistening on her chair and the back of her jeans as she got up. Losing all that liquid hadn't helped her need in the slightest though. As she got up, she lost a big spurt into her pants, on the brink of soaking herself. There was no time to run to her normal hiding spot now.She did the only thing she could, yanking down her pants right there. Whatever control she had left was gone, her stream splattering onto the cold metal floor as her body shuddered with relief. Pissing had never felt this good, and Sophie made no effort to control the torrent gushing out of her and splashing everywhere. She didnt care if anyone saw her bent over, making a huge mess. She just had to let go.As the intensity finally passed its peak, Sophie sighed as her bladder began to slow down its assault. She had only needed to go that bad maybe once in her life before. Finally her stream slowed down to a trickle, as she took in a long, deep breath. God, it felt so good to finally relax her now empty bladder.But looking around, Sophie there was a wet spot on her chair, and the floor around her was covered in her pee. Not to mention the obvious wet spot in the crotch of her jeans. She had some cleaning up to do before anyone saw the mess she had just made. |
Hello. Its my first story, so i hope it will be OK 🙂 Im glad if you enjoy it.
- Get up! - her mother was standing in her room and yelling. She looked at her with dissapointment and turned on her stereo, then turn volume really high.
-Aww... - Maria woke up and started looking for a remote to turn off that noise. Finally she found it and turn it off.
- Hurry up, we need to be at train station at 7.30AM, and you still sleeping!
Maria finally get up and went to bathroom. She was tall girl with blond hair and moderate breasts. She was in her last class in high school and about to turn 20yo in couple of days.
Today it was big day. She was going to holidays with her friend, Annie. After shower and cleaning her teeth, she wore an t-shirt, white panties and slim, tight and bright jeans.
- Your really think its proper clothes for long travel? Its nearly 12 hours!
- Mom, please, im 19, i can wear what i want!
Her mom looked at her again. Teenagers...
Maria grabbed her backpack and they get to car. Maria was thinking how to not get really bored during that travel. She had some books with her, also PSP and smartphone.
She liked long travels, but it was her first THAT long travel. Train station was already busy at this time. Maria quickly located her platform and hurried up. Her friend was already waiting there.
-Hi, Maria! You look like you need some extra sleep hours! - her friend, Annie was waiting already.
-Yea, i really need. Why these trains have to be that early?
She put down her luggage and told Annie to look after it. Then she runned down the stairs, to shop center. Since trains didn't really had any drinks or food to buy (unless you traveling first class). She went to shop and bought two big bottles of water, one bottle of cola and some coffee-to-go, since she was in fact, sleepy. She noticed bathroom at the other side of station, but the qeque was really long. "I will use train bathroom anyway".
Train arrived. It was old one, where comparements were closed, with big couch-like seats.
She had some problems with finding free one but finally she and her friend found a quiet place. Train started moving faster and faster. Beginning of loong travel...
3 HOURS LATER
- Annie, what do you reading?
- Oww, Hobbit. But i've read it before. Its little bit boring here, isn't?
Maria put down her PSP and grabbed a bottle of Cola. It was hot day and she was really thirsty. It was 3 hours since they left train station and she started fell boredom. Even they favourite games were not interesting.
Annie left her book at the couch.
- Anyway, im going to bathroom. - Annie left the compartment. She passed the old lady, taking trash from all the compartments. When she reached toilet, she tried to open the door, but it was closed.
- Who's in? Can you hurry up?
But nobody answered. "What?" she thought and then she looked above the doors for a little appointment.
"Due to fault of the toilet pollution system, all toilets will be closed until futher notice"
"What the..." She opened the gate and hurried to another railway car. Same. Another. Same.
All toilets on the train were closed. And she will be there for 9 more hours. How?
Maria was reading Hobbit. Annie opened the door with terryfing look.
-Did you have any empty bottle left?
-Nah, the lady cleaned it all. Why you asking?
-Nooo! All toilets are closed! Some system are broke or something"
-What do you mean, all? Go to another...
- In whole train!
Maria realized the situation. She looked at her with the same, terryfing look.
-Annie, i feel i need to go.
-I know, Maria. I need to go as well. We must find a way, i can't hold it for next nine hours.
They were sitting silently on the couch.
- Maria, do you have any bottles in your luggage?
- No. I only bought drinks on the station.
- I don't have any either. Maybe somebody else have?
Maria get up, and started asking other passengers for bottles. But they all thrown them away. And they all get off at the next 3-4 stations. "Lucky you" Maria thought. "Damn old lady".
She started feeling a little bit more pressure from her bladder. Maria realized that situation was really serious.
Annie was sitting with her legs crossed. She was wearing grey tight pants, a little too short
t-shirt and pink panties. When Maria got back, she only looked at her. Annie knew the answer. Maria sat down close to her friend.
- Annie, how long you can hold it? I mean, in case of emergency?
- 3 hours? That was my longest, but i barely made it.
- Im not gonna hold it even for hour.
- Maybe the train will wait at some stop?
- Did it stopped for at least 5 minutes in past 3 hours? Its fast train, it don't stops for that long.
- OK. I need to hold my pee for another 9 hours. Im an adult. - Maria crossed her legs.
- You know you can't. You know what will happen.
- But... I can't just...
- Do you see other solution?
HOUR LATER
Maria kept look at her watch. Its only 11.30! She read another book, but she couldn't even focus on the story. She started squirming. Annie wasn't in better situation. Her hand was between her legs, holding her crouch.
- Annie, im not gonna wet myself. Im not little girl.
- Stop it. Stop talking about anything wet - Annie crossed her legs even tigher.
- Maybe they will open the toilets?
- Did you see any worker here? Any? And please, don't use the word "toilet"!
Annie couldn't even think. She didn't feel that much pressure in her life. Any move was incredible painful and risky. Maria started crying.
- Im not going to make it. Im just bursting. I'd do anything for a toilet. Or even bottle.
- Maria? Look down...
A small dark spot at her bright jeans couldn't be hide. It slowly got bigger.
Maria wasn't desperate anymore. She felt just plain, strong and awful pain rising in every minute. But she still tried to hold it inside, she didn't agreed with having an accident.
-Aaannnie...
- Yes?
- Clllosse the dddor.
-What?
-Just ccloose, pplease.
Annie tried to get up, but she felt her panties are wet. She reached the door and closed it, while squirming and heavy breathing. She felt the warmness raising in her pants. Squirt.. She stopped it with last of her willpower, but then felt incredible pressure to let go a little more.
Maria was dribbling. She slowly put her hand from the crouch. Wet spot increased.
"Just a little more, and then i'll stop it" - she thought.
Suddently, she felt she lost control in her crouch. Umpf.
- Annie, i can't ho... AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
The beautiful stream of warmness spurt from her pussy. Maria passed out for a few seconds, feeling the best relief in her whole life. It was like drowning in this warmness.
She opened her eyes. Her pants were completely soaked, along with couch she sat on. She was still peeing, without any control of it. Seeing this, Annie became even more desperate. She didn't want to fight this anymore. She uncrossed her legs and look down on her crouch.
-Yeeeeeees! - she watched her panties turned completely dark. Pain was gone. Annie touched her wet crouch, feeling how pee spread out from her bladder.
They're both sitting down on the totally soaked couch, looking at each other.
- I need to undress - Maria said. - Can you... Aah, fuck this. After all, you are my best friend.
She take down her pants. Her pussy was visible trough panties. Annie looked at it. She began to undress as well, while keep looking at her friend's pussy..
- Annie, do you mind if i... play a little bit with myself?
Annie didn't answered. Instead, she sat close to Maria. She smiled to her friend and touched her leg. Maria felt a little bit weird.
- Do you mind if i do this for you?
- I don't know if...
- Nobody's looking. But you must play with me too. We are friends.
"Its so weird, but..."
- Don't tell nobody about it, OK?
Annie began to massage her friend's pussy trough wet, white panties. Maria moaned a little and put her hand in Annie's panties.
They weren't only friends after that day.
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On a seemingly ordinary day, Kassandra found herself enjoying her school lunch break. From home she had brought a sandwich, graham crackers, grapes, and some pomegranate juice which she had been looking forward to tasting. She sat alone today, reading her book peacefully.
After some time, Kassandra finished her lunch, drank her juice, and drank several long gulps of water before embarking to math class. Early in the class, her mind drifted as she pictured herself walking through the halls. She liked to imagine herself floating just above the floor of a long, empty corridor before gently rising to the ceiling. Kassandra daydreamed further about taking a short walk through the air towards a beautiful, flowing waterfall. It invoked images of gentle mists on her skin: a pleasant escape from the stuffy classroom.
But after some time, she slowly drifted back into reality with a pressing question: "Why did I drink so much juice?" Kassandra felt a slight pressure in her bladder which told her that now was not the time to relax. Especially not at a waterfall. A large, flowing waterfall which made the very air glisten with moisture. Maybe one with warm pools to bathe in below and relax all of her tired muscles...
Just then, Kassandra grounded herself once again. She quickly contracted her muscles to prevent the trickle which she was almost convinced to release. Kassandra slammed her thighs together. "Not yet!", she thought to herself. She instead began to strategize the fastest way to get to the toilet to attain the release she so craved. Kassandra raised her hand. "Yes, Kassandra?", Mrs. Zillmann asked.
"Can I go to the bathroom?", Kassandra replied.
"Not yet, Julia has the girls' hall pass. " Mrs. Zillmann hesitated. "Is this an emergency?" Kassandra heard some muffled snickering from her peers and began actively blocking last week's incident from her mind. "No," she said. After a brief pause, Mrs. Z continued her lesson.
Over 20 minutes passed, with Kassandra imagining the ghost of Julia returning the coveted hall pass. She desperately rubbed her thighs together, shifting in her seat in a desperate bid to keep her panties as dry as possible. The desperate girl stayed the course, knowing the embarrassment of holding herself like a little girl. Increasingly she found herself walking closer to that watery precipice of her dreams.
A few minutes later, Kassandra heard footsteps of increasing volume heading towards her classroom. Hope of seeing Julia welled up inside of her: this was her chance! Briefly losing control, Kassandra accidentally let out a dribble before slamming her hands into her crotch. She groaned impatiently to herself, at the beginning of the end of her ability to hold on. The urine was absorbed into her thick panties before cooling against her skin. She was not about to let this happen again. She could wait for Julia's slow gait. She could make it to the distant toilet, and she could release her aching bladder in an appropriate place.
At the instant Julie passed through the door, Kassandra shot up. Kassandra's rapid motion caused another small stream to leak into her damp panties, bringing them near their saturation point. The warmth lingered longer while her bladder cried for sweet relief. Kassandra, unable to avoid holding herself, quickly walked to the front of the room. She wordlessly snatched the hallpass and bolted into the corridor outside. Kassandra sped through the hallways of her high school and walked along the long, delicate tightrope which separated utter humiliation from orgasmic relief.
Kassandra deviated from that path every few steps as she neared the bathroom. Brief leaks warmed the outer edges of her pussy before integrating into the moist fabric of her clothes. She could see a small spot on the front of her light jeans; it was a mark of shame she hoped to hide.
The bathroom was mercifully barren, with no one else coming in or out. One insulting jet of urine later, she burst into the stall and locked the door behind her. She held herself for a few seconds to regain control. She had no time to examine the damage, but the wetness on her hand led her to believe that a baseball-sized portion of her jeans had shamefully darkened. Her slippery fingers and frantic heart rate prevented her from opening the button and zipper on the front of her jeans.
At this moment, no feat of muscular strength could completely stem the flow. A continuous dribble had begun which would not subside, no matter how much she stepped from foot to foot. Shortly after that, a chilling wave swept through Kassandra's body. Her internal dam began to burst directly in front of the toilet. A loud hissing noise erupted from her panties as the yellow waterfall hit their saturated fabric. Hot pee burst down her thighs and around her ass. It passed along the backs of her ankles. Kassandra let out an audible moan; it was a combination of pleasure and embarrassment. The flow continued to burst from within her young body, pooling at her feet and drenching her sneakers in pee once again. As the hissing noise subsided and the warmth continued to spread, Kassandra felt oddly at peace. She was at her peaceful waterfall, or at least very close to it. She could stay there a few minutes before taking the walk of shame to the nurse's office for the second time.
Kassandra opened her eyes as consciousness returned to her. Drifting in from her slumber to the real world, Kassandra pulled the blanket from over her body. As she moved, plastic crinkled below. She reached into her pajama pants and checked her pull-up. As expected, it was soaking wet, about to leak. Kassandra stood up and looked in the mirror before stripping her pajamas off. Her pull-up bulged and sagged below her, heavy and warm with the weight of her dreams. The once-pink flowers had made way for a yellow curtain which crept almost up to her waist. "Thank god, only a dream this time", Kassandra thought to herself before preparing to shower. |
Although Kassandra often had these night-time accidents, she prided herself on her capability to stay dry throughout the day. Only in her dreams did her panties and jeans overfill with urine and embarrass her in front of her peers. No one else knew of her embarrassing mornings such as this one; the oddly satisfying warm sensation, the squishy padding against her skin, the swollen, bulging, and yellowed pullups. They knew none of it. Kassandra intended to keep it that way, until the events of that day would come to pass.
With a loud plop, her pullup hit the floor of her bathroom as she stepped out of it and threw it in the trash with the others. Kassandra showered and changed into her school clothes: (ordinary) panties, jeans, a large sweater, and a modest shirt. She grabbed sat down and made herself some breakfast: instant oatmeal and a glass of orange juice. Although she had been advised to kick her habit due to the bedwetting, Kassandra was hopelessly addicted to caffeine. She boiled some water in a kettle and ground up the beans. Kassandra noticed the time on the clock, prompting her to chug the orange juice and pour what coffee she could into a tall thermos to take with her to school.
Kassandra sipped at her hot coffee on the brisk walk to her school. Kassandra didn't want to be late again; frequent showers in the morning would often slow her down. Kassandra thought that maybe on the mornings her diaper didn't leak she could get away with simply using a baby wipe on her skin. With just a minute and a half left to spare, Kassandra took her seat in class. Julie sat directly behind her, packed in close because the classroom was cramped. Kassandra continued to sip her coffee, catching her breath and waiting for math class to begin. Everyone else settled in, their chairs squeaking as they took their places.
The caffeine helped to wake her up and prepare herself for the material. For the first part of class, she remained focused on the material. A flurry of equations transferred themselves from Mrs. Z. to her open notebook. Her only distraction was the occasional squeaking as Julie shifted in her seat behind Kassandra. Her high dose of caffeine also had one more side effect, a one she was very used to. Although she felt the pressure building up inside of her, Kassandra knew that she could wait until the end of class to empty her bladder. So why did she have so many bad dreams that ended with a puddle below her seat, the bathroom floor, or the area in front of the chalkboard? Maybe, she thought, she should build a reliable way to distinguish dream from reality, so her pee ended up in the toilet instead of on herself in the night.
With the caffeine surging through her veins and the coffee gradually joining the orange juice in her stressed bladder, Kassandra quietly opened a blank page in the back of her math notebook. The squeaking from behind became slightly more frequent. Was Julie's chair really that bad? Timidly, she began to put pen to paper, starting with a tally of the week's accidents thus far:
Bedwetting accidents this week: |||
Dear Diary,
Last night I had another accident. I dreamed that I was in class and I couldn't go to the bathroom. I held it for so long that it hurt and when I made it to the toilet I just couldn't take it any more. I ended up peeing all over myself and getting the bathroom floor wet. The scariest part is, the relief felt good.
I woke up and my pullup was soaking wet again!!! I can't believe I'm still peeing myself.
With her brief entry over, Julie was about to close her book. She had taken much time to write it: re-visiting her recent past only made her more desperate and uncomfortable. Plus, remembering the exact details proved to be difficult. The loud noises of the chair behind her hadn't helped. The caffeine had ensured that she stayed very focused her work, however. With just half an hour left, Kassandra was feeling bursting and uncomfortable. In this last interval of class, Kassandra often fantasized about the blissful relief of pissing into the toilet. She thought about her dream some more, conjuring vague images of the lush waterfall and of the warmth in her panties. Her bladder was screaming for relief!
Suddenly, a loud squeak startled her as Julie inched forward. Kassandra jumped, still feeling jittery from the caffeine. Without warning, a spurt escaped into her cotton panties! With all of her might, Kassandra reacted quickly and suppressed the warm flow which threatened to destroy her reputation. She looked at Julie, panicked. Julie whispered sharply "Hey, I really have to pee, have you been taking notes?" before glimpsing into her notebook. Blushing, Kassandra rapidly thumbed through to where she had been writing before, almost dropping her notebook in the process. What had she seen? Was she going to tell someone? Julie continued to shuffle in her seat, wiggling her butt desperately. "You OK, Kassandra?," Julie asked. "I'm fine. Here are the notes I've been taking." Kassandra blushed. She hadn't seen anything. "Great, I'll be right back," Julie said.
Just like she said, Julie raised her hand and asked to use the bathroom. Mrs. Z. granted her the hall pass and she continued. Something about this felt familiar, yet Kassandra could not quite nail it down. Kassandra watched Julie leave the room, growing desperate and mirroring Julie's subtle thigh squeezes and crotch grabs. Some part of Kassandra felt a slight sense of deja vu, and a growing sense that she would need to take action immediately to keep her panties dry. Well, mostly dry. She shrugged off the feeling, knowing that it does no good to catastrophize.
The minutes slowly ticked by as class advanced, with no sign of Julie yet. She must have really had to pee! Kassandra found herself growing increasingly desperate, shifting in her seat and shamelessly holding onto her crotch. Fortunately, she was able to hold on without letting any more dribbles escape into her panties until the agonizing class had finally ended.
The blaring sound of the bell rang out and Kassandra shot up out of her seat like a rocket. Rapidly, she packed her notebooks and pen into her backpack and made a bee line to the girls' room. Other students flooded out of the room after her, shambling to their next classes. She reached the bathroom with her dignity mostly intact, though she was doing the potty dance. She reached the bathroom before most anyone else, on account of her speed. However, she found that of the three stalls were in use. In the nearest one, she the sound of another girl peeing set her into full emergency mode. Shuffling back and forth between her feet, she made her way to the remaining stall at the end of the room, slightly dribbling along the way. She couldn't think about that right now though, she had to go! Briefly, she removed her hand from her crotch to whip open the stall door.
There it was, the toilet. The sight caused the loss of another spurt into her jeans before she could undo her buckle. In a single, swift motion, Kassandra sat on the toilet, already peeing. In that moment, her relief was palpable and orgasmic. Pee cascaded from within her like the waterfall in her dreams, returning her mentally to that place. She moaned and sighed in relief as the torrent of piss safely entered the bowl, far away from her dampened panties. After a seemingly long amount of time, the flow subsided and she decided to wipe herself and inspect the damage. Her panties were mostly soaked, but only a slight amount had wet her jeans. Almost no point in wiping, she thought; her panties were quite wet.
As she thought about what to do, Kassandra heard a small whimper from the next stall over. She heard quiet sobbing and sniffling, making her wonder what was going on. She pulled her wet panties back up and pulled her jeans back on. Only a small wet spot was visible on her crotch of her light-colored jeans; she pulled her sweater down to hide it. Kassandra flushed, opened the stall, and stepped out. Except for the crying girl and herself, the bathroom was now empty. She knocked on the door. Through her sobbing, the girl in the stall asked "y-yes?" Kassandra recognized her voice immediately. It was Julie!
Awkwardly, Kassandra asked "are you OK in there?" After a brief pause, Julie replied "Wait, Kassandra, is that you?" Kassandra said "yes, are you all right?" Julie said through the door: "I uh... had an accident in here", sniffling. Kassandra looked down. Just then, a small puddle of pee crept from beneath the stall door. "It's OK Julie, it happens sometimes," Kassandra offered. After a long pause, Kassandra began to feel deeply sympathetic. Her own pants were slightly wet. Just a few minutes more and it would be Kassandra in the bathroom stall with soaking thighs.
Then, Kassandra got an idea. "Julie, I can help you." The sobbing stopped. "Really?" Julie unlocked the door and pulled it towards herself. Her jeans were soaked with pee. Dark patches had wrapped around her ass and thighs, clinging to her skin. She sat on the toilet, the toilet she had just barely missed. With her waterlogged sneakers, she stepped cautiously through her puddle, standing just behind the open door. Kassandra removed her sweater, nervous about her wet stain. "Here, use this to hide the stain until you get to the school nurse. I won't tell anyone." Julie replied sheepishly: "thanks Kassandra" before wrapping the sweater around her waist. "Are you sure you don't need it?" Kassandra blushed deeply, her embarrassing pee stain wasn't as invisible as she had thought. But as someone of her word, Kassandra firmly replied "I'm sure. Now get yourself a change of clothes." Julie smiled and said "thanks again. And please don't tell anyone!" Kassandra vowed that her lips were sealed.
Julie walked to the exit of the bathroom quickly, before turning around. "By the way, I saw your diary. We should have a sleepover sometime, I don't mind." With that, Julie exited, leaving Kassandra behind, frozen in place.
...
Later that day, Julie and Kassandra waved at each other in the hallway. Julie was wearing a different pair of pants, as expected. Kassandra was about to leave to go home, opening her locker to grab something out of it. As the door swung open, a small piece of paper fell out. Kassandra picked it up and read it: a phone number and a heart. |
Hi! First time posting after a very long time of lurking, so apologies in advance for any formatting issues (I really hope I've created the topic right in the first place).
Basically, I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to try to pee for the first time in an entirely new body. Plus, for how long it's been around, there's almost no Doctor Who omo fiction. It's a crime. Hopefully I can help with that a bit. This contains a lot of extreme desperation, unrealistic bladder sizes, and a little bit of friendship comfort.
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Yaz knew the Doctor was not one to take care of herself.
She’d avoid sleep until they found her unconscious, slumped over her console. She’d forget to eat until one of them shoved something into her hand and then suddenly she was ravenous, devouring whatever it was and seeking more immediately. Even with water, she could sometimes go days without drinking, till her lips went dry and cracked.
But Yaz didn’t think the Doctor avoided any other bodily functions. That was, until the day she saw her laugh.
The Doctor was relatively somber, despite all her curiosity and energy. But when she laughed, like really laughed, she threw her whole body into it, leaning backwards to the point of almost toppling over. It didn’t happen often. But one day, some time after she and Ryan and Graham had decided to continue traveling with her, Yaz watched the Doctor lean with her laugh, and noticed a big, swollen bulge on her lower abdomen.
She normally wouldn’t have said anything. Chances were it was a big meal or simply some weight gain, and there was nothing wrong with either of those. But Yaz watched as the Doctor froze halfway through her lean and then jetted forwards, leaning back over herself with the tiniest wince. And a hand pressed to the lower part of the bulge, cupping it. Protecting it.
It was then that Yaz began to wonder whether the Doctor needed to pee.
A few more days passed, and Yaz kept an eye out. She knew Time Lord biology was wild, so different from human and yet so similar at the same time. So a theory began to rise in her mind that maybe they expelled liquid waste the same way, but simple needed to do it far less frequently. If she was right, she figured the bulge would deflate and the Doctor would be back to her buoyant self within a day or two.
That didn’t happen. The bulge remained, pressing against the front of what had once been fashionably baggy pants, forcing them taut. The comparison between the thrift store and now was stark, the Doctor’s original body tiny and with barely any extra meat at all, the fabric originally hanging loose around her. And again, Yaz considered the fact that she had simply gained a few well-needed pounds. But to have them all gather in the exact same spot? To create a belly bulge, and nothing else?
Instead of improving, the situation only seemed to get worse. The Doctor went from not really having any external symptoms, to shifting erratically back and forth on her feet as she stood. She suddenly couldn’t be in one place for very long without squatting down or crossing her legs. Yaz watched once as she whirled from a conversation into the relative darkness of a nearby room, only to shuffle about and maybe, just maybe grab herself between her legs before rejoining them.
It could no longer be ignored after one of their adventures found Yaz and the Doctor bound to chairs, waiting for the boys to rescue them. Hands tied behind their backs, and legs tied apart to the chair legs. And the Doctor absolutely could not stand it.
She writhed in place, yanking at her restraints, fanning her legs in and out from pure desperation. She muttered to herself and held her breath, her face contorting as (Yaz assumed) her bladder spasmed and she was unable to do anything about it, thighs shaking and hands behind her back clenched into fists.
When the boys finally showed up, they got the Doctor free first before turning their attention to Yaz. That’s why she was the only one to watch as the Doctor rocketed up and out of her chair and shoved both hands into her crotch, gasping as she twisted her legs around her fingers. She glanced up and, for just a moment, locked eyes with Yaz. Then Ryan was turning to make sure she was okay, and she snapped to attention, back straight, arms by her sides. Bladder bulge more prominent than ever.
Yaz wandered into the console room that night determined to handle the situation. The Doctor was leaning over some below-deck mechanic, muttering to herself and yanking at it. And as Yaz watched, the Doctor let out a hiss of pain and crossed her legs, curtsying just a bit.
Yaz winced and paused, suddenly embarrassed. What was she doing, trying to mother a thousands year old alien? If the Doctor was avoiding weeing for some reason, well, that was her business. But then the alien cradled her bladder in one hand and let out a low moan, and Yaz knew she couldn’t ignore her friend being in pain anymore. She stepped forward.
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The Doctor hadn’t been planning for it to get this bad. She hadn’t been planning for it to get bad at all; her species did everything more efficiently than humans, and it wasn’t till they were stuck in Montgomery that she’d felt the urge to run to the loo at all. And she’d even gone into the bathroom at one point during the night while her friends were sleeping. She’d stood in front of the toilet. Stood, and stared as anxiety began to claw its way into her chest. Scoffed at herself, took another step towards the toilet and went to pull herself out. Then realized fully how much she’d changed, and been totally unable to do it. Something inside her shut down; every body was always new, but this was too new, too soon and too much. She couldn’t handle it. Instead, she simply washed her hands and left.
She did some quick maths lying in bed next to Yaz, Graham and Ryan sharing the other. Her people ate, drank, and slept rarely, and she had a terrible habit of putting them all off even more than usual. She hadn’t had much to drink at all since she’d changed (presumably she started each life with an empty bladder? Even she wasn’t sure how that worked). So, she figured, she could easily hold it until she’d gotten the humans back home. It wasn’t even that bad yet. A little sensitive, throbbing at her a bit if she bent over, bringing a wince to her face as she leapt from the water tank after confronting Krasko. But nothing urgent, nothing she couldn’t ignore after just a moment of pressing her thighs together. And once she was alone on her TARDIS, she could handle the situation with as little grace and as much clumsy, awkward testing as she wanted to. She’d been naked and covered in piss in front of her ship before, she was sure this wouldn’t be the last time either.
Turned out she didn’t want the humans to leave. And then, to her delight, they didn’t want to leave either. She was so elated she managed to force herself to forget about the ache in her belly till they woke up on the Tsuranga.
She came back to consciousness and suddenly had four extra days worth of urine in her already overfilled bladder, and the fall to the floor after her legs gave out shuddered through her and made her gasp, pressing her thighs together, lost suddenly in a rolling wave of total urgency, of ‘get up and run’ levels of needing to pee. But she did what she did best and ignored it, shoved the throbbing to the back of her mind.
Astos even tried to tell her during his speech on how she was still his patient. “And beyond your injury, you didn’t release any urine at all while you were unconscious, and from the looks of your scans you must badly need to-”
“Ah!” She’d interrupted, raising one hand into the air between them and trying not to twist her hips at the reminder. “Don’t like being told what to do.”
He’d given her a funny look and glanced down at the already forming bulge in her stomach. And she knew he’d think there was something medical, like maybe she couldn’t wee, and he’d try to talk to her about it or deal with it once they figured out what the hell had just gotten onto the ship.
But he’d died, so she hadn’t had to deal with it then either.
It almost turned into a pride contest with herself, after that. If she was in a new body and something made her uncomfortable, why bother with it at all? She would not give in to some archaic bodily function that, frankly, her species would have evolved out entirely generations ago if they didn’t live such long lives.
So she ignored it, and ignored it and ignored it, until it grew from annoyance to urgency to constant pain. This new body hadn’t been good at standing still anyways, but she found herself physically unable to. The red hot rolling waves of pain in her stomach forced her into little dances, shuffling back and forth in front of a monitor, wincing and crossing her legs as a particularly bad urge crashed through. She twisted and bounced on the balls of her feet, rolled back on her heels, anything to distract her body from the bulging, aching ball of liquid in her stomach.
The fam hadn’t noticed, she didn’t think, but she couldn’t quite be sure. It was distracting, having to pee so badly she could barely think. Wanting to nothing more than curl up in a ball on the floor, legs crossed and grinding against her hand, against the edge of the console, anything to help her hold, to make the pain die back just a little bit.
One night she gave in to a stupid urge. She was standing while her friends slept, trying to run some tests on the TARDIS’s internal functions, but nothing interesting was popping up, nothing was there to distract her. And the urge was so bad. It was eating away at her, throwing her thoughts into random scattered fragments buried between screams of ‘I have to pee, I have to pee, I have to pee so badly I have to pee right now’, and suddenly the railing along the stairs towards the living quarters looked very appealing. She barely thought about it before she was throwing one leg over the side and grinding down slowly, gasping as her bladder, so swollen it got in the way, squished itself against the bar. She got the littlest relief and almost some pleasure as well, riding the bar for a minute or two. But as it helped her urge die down and her mind cleared a bit, she felt herself go bright red. What was she doing? She was an adult, she could hold it as long as she needed to and she could do it without dry humping some metal bar. But God, the constant pressure against her crotch felt so good.
She swung her legs back and had to double over immediately, her bladder extremely unhappy with the extra movement, knees wiggling in front of each other as she tried not to leak. But she had it under control, she did. She wasn’t going to wet herself like a child. She was going to somehow overcome her fear and go to the toilet like an adult. As long as she could shift and dance and hop and grab, she could manage it.
Then the next day came, and with it that damned hostage situation, her legs tied apart, Yaz sitting next to her. And she couldn’t stop moving.
Her bladder was pulsing, throbbing, so full she thought it might rip out of her skin, and her legs were forced apart, she couldn’t even press them together discreetly, or kneel down pretending to grab something but really just to sit on her heel, grinding on it for just one second of relief. It had been weeks, ages, since she’d gone to the toilet - technically she had never once been to the toilet - and she thought she was going to go mad, her brain practically floating in piss. She was sure that if she looked at herself in the mirror the whites of her eyes would’ve gone yellow.
She squeezed her knees together and fanned them apart, trying desperately to get any kind of contact, any little pressure that would help the spasming pain. She knew it was obvious, knew she was doing practically the textbook definition of a human toddler’s potty dance, knew her bladder was bulging out like a basketball, huge and obscene and so, so painful, so urgent, she needed to wee and she needed to do it right now or else it was gonna run down her legs in a second-
The door burst in and the boys appeared, and they headed for her first. And she was so relieved that, as they finally released her legs, a burst of hot warmth exploded into her pants. She gasped and slammed her now free legs together, squirming, wriggling, until they turned and focused on Yaz and then she practically threw herself out of her chair, going mad with the desperate need to pee, need to pee, need to pee, it wasn’t just going to be one leak if she didn’t do something right now. And, losing all of her composure, she shoved her hands between her legs and squeezed.
The impending doom faded slowly, her angry, pulsing hot bladder subdued as she ground herself against her own palms, trying to cross her legs at the same time and gasping with that tiny bit of relief. But the ache was still there, that terrible fullness that just wouldn’t leave. Pressure and heat and pain, all burning in her abdomen and screaming at her to just do it, just release, wee all over yourself who cares, but she couldn’t. The thought of relief almost made her gag, she was so desperate, but she just could not let herself go in her pants. She pulled one hand free and cradled her bladder again, as if she could hold up its massive, bulging weight, begging it to forgive her, to settle down and bear with her for just a few more minutes. And she glanced over at Yaz. Who was watching her, eyes wide. Seeing her entire display.
Shit.
She forced herself to stand up straight and managed it, forced herself not to squirm and somehow managed that too, if only for a few minutes. Could feel how tight her pants were around her bladder, digging in and squeezing and making everything worse.
She got back to the TARDIS on shaky legs, twisting hips and as discreet as she could managed grabs to her crotch. But Yaz caught her once more, wincing, one hand finding its way between her legs, only to reroute when she noticed her audience and scratched at her thigh instead, riding through the waves of desperation crashing against her sphincter with no help at all. And Yaz didn’t say a word, just went to bed with the other two.
And so she stood, alone, in the console room. Fidgeting, squirming, thinking that if she moved she might leak again. All she had to do was walk - or, it would more likely be a hobble at this point - down the hall to where she knew there was a loo, and all she had to do was sit down, she knew that’s how it worked, but-
That same anxiety that plagued her now, that was practically ruining her life, crashed through her. She couldn’t do it, she just couldn’t. Today was stressful enough anyway. Just- she just needed to make it till tomorrow, through one more night of fighting back the torturous waves of pressure, the aching, burning spasms, and then she would… figure something else out. Maybe she could invent something, some kind of fluid transporter, that would drain even just the littlest bit of the ocean in her bladder so that she could hold longer until she figured it out. She leaned forward into the console and twisted her legs together as her bladder screamed a complaint again with the movement, moaning out loud and cradling her stomach again as if it would do anything, because the only thing that would actually help would be to-
“Doctor?”
She yelped and leapt back, almost slamming her head on one of the controls, and stiffening as another leak escaped her. This one started as a hot burst, her burning urethra and aching bladder shrieking at her to just release but she clenched, crossed her legs and leaned into them too hard to be casual, and the burst died down, but it did not stop. It trickled, and kept trickling as she looked up at Yaz with what she was sure was a wild and manic grin and said “hey! What’s up, you okay?”
Yaz shrugged and tilted her head, looking at her funny, and with an extra twist of her leg, almost going triple crossed, the Doctor finally managed to stop the leak. Her face burned and she dreaded the moment when she’d be able to get a look at her pants. She was sure there would be a spot.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” Yaz said, speaking slowly, and the urgency pounding in the Doctor’s bladder made her mean as her hips shifted, her feet shuffling. Come on, come on, get it out, just say what you need to say. “Are you, though?”
“Course I’m okay, I’m always okay.” Now leave before I burst.
“It’s just… do you need the loo, Doctor?”
The blush that spread across her cheeks was almost warmer than the fresh leak of piss that burst into her pants, and without being able to fight it, completely and totally at the end of her rope but still trying so hard to hold on, the Doctor whimpered and fell towards the console to rest on her elbows, twisting her legs together again. She had to pee so badly she wanted to cry, but she couldn’t, she just couldn’t do it, she just needed more time-
A hand on the small of her back. “Hey, it’s alright. Just waited too long, yeah? It happens. I can help you get there,” Yaz said, her voice low and soothing and so kind that the Doctor wanted to cry all over again. And the shame, burning in her like her bulging, furious bladder, because-
“No,” she said, her voice strangled and desperate, “no, I’m fine. I can hold it.” She finished the sentence almost in a whisper, bending even farther and trying so hard not to hold herself again in front of her friend.
“I really don’t think you can,” Yaz said, unable to hide the amusement in her voice. “And even if you could it can’t be healthy, your bladder is distended, Doctor, I can see it.” The hand not rubbing soothing circles on the Doctor’s back moved towards the terrible sensitive bulge in her bladder and the Doctor gasped, jerking away from it and springing another leak. She whined miserably, and finally gave in, shoving her hands into her crotch and pressing so hard she thought she might go numb.
“No, I- I can’t, it’s not-” She was shaking like a leaf, and the leak was still trickling, she could feel the wetness on her hands now and she knew her pants would be soaked, knew it would be humiliating and she couldn’t even get relief out of it because there was no way for her to just let go.
“Why don’t you want to go? You’re in pain!” Yaz asked, and the Doctor lifted her chin to make eye contact. She could almost see her own desperate face reflected back in Yaz’s wide, sad eyes.
“I… I haven’t yet as… I haven’t gone to the loo with this…” she moved one hand out to gesture at herself and then winced as the trickle burst again, forcing her to her knees and onto her heel as she ground down and finally managed to stop it for real. She’d gotten no relief out of any of her leaks, just burning shame and false hope for her poor bursting bladder, filled past the brim and trying so desperately to force itself back into a normal shape.
It dawned on Yaz as the Doctor hunched over herself again, moaning and wriggling and trying to grind on her heel and hold herself at the same time. “You said you used to be a man. You haven’t gone yet as a woman?”
The Doctor shook her head, trying to blink away the tears of desperation.
“No wonder you’re so desperate then,” Yaz murmured, her voice back to that warm, kind tone, but the Doctor could barely hear her. She wasn’t going to last much longer. Her next leak might not be stoppable. “So you put it off because it was new?” Her hand was on the side of the Doctor’s face now, still soothing and warm, and she couldn’t help but lean into it.
“I’m nervous,” she said softly, even as she still squirmed, her hands clenched into fists. “I- I put it off because I was nervous, and now it’s too much, I can’t move.”
“It must really hurt.”
The Doctor practically sobbed. “It does, it hurts so bad, I can’t stand it- I just need to-”
Very slowly, Yaz was shifting her hands down the Doctor’s arms till she was holding her wrists. “Up on three. Okay?”
Whimpering, shifting around on her own heel, the Doctor looked up into kind brown eyes again and nodded.
“One… two… three.”
Somehow, she didn’t burst when she stood, twisting her legs together again and leaning heavily on her friend. They took slow, steady steps, and with each thump of her foot onto the ground, the Doctor felt just a bit more wee leak from her, till her dark blue pants were practically black and glistening to her knees. And finally Ya was opening the door to the loo, pulling her through, and standing her in front of the toilet.
The sight left her with only the barest thread of control, pee escaping in a tiny but steady trickle, and the Doctor froze, staring at it, unable to move.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you. I won’t leave you alone,” Yaz said, sliding her coat off of her shoulders and past her clenched fists. She moved her hands gently, slowly, and slid the Doctor’s braces off of her shoulders and down to hang by her waist. Then she pulled down her pants, and the cold air on the Doctor’s legs took away every last molecule of self restraint. Her bladder would not wait or hold on for another moment. In a terrible,involuntary, burning gush, she began pushing pee full force down her legs and onto the floor.
The Doctor gasped out loud and collapsed back onto the open toilet, bursting everywhere, streams pattering onto the floor before hissing loudly into the toilet, frothing like a waterfall. And finally, the pain she had been living with for weeks began to lift.
“Oh,” she moaned, too ecstatic off of relief to be embarrassed at how high and breathy her voice had gone. “Oh, Yaz, that- ah…- that feels incredible, oh my God.”
And it did, the cursed yellow liquid finally streaming out of her, the pain lifting and replaced with an incredible, aching emptiness, the lack of discomfort so new to her that she felt like she might pass out. She leaned against the back of the toilet and let her head fall backwards, toes curling in her wet boots, panting and moaning without shame as she finally, finally peed, cascading yellow pain into the toilet in a torrential downpour.
She kept moaning between trying to catch her breath, cracking open one eye to watch as her bladder slowly deflated, it’s massive ballooning size shrinking down and down as chills of pleasure wracked her body. She shuddered, almost stopped weeing for a second and then pushed and burst with even more strength, sure she would damage the inside of the bowl with the force of it.
Yaz chuckled above her. “You really needed that, didn’t you.”
“Yeah,” she whispered, her voice still up in the air and her eyes practically rolling back in her head. “Yeah, I… oh…”
It took several long minutes for her stream to slow and then, eventually, stop. At one point she thought she was empty, only for it to start back up again, only dribbling out of her at this point, the last of the liquid being haphazardly shoved out by her exhausted muscles. When it finally ended, she shifted forward so that her head was resting on Yaz’s abdomen, who still stood before her and began playing with her hair soothingly.
“Feel better, Doctor?”
“Hngg…” she barely managed, breathing slowing and hearts coming back towards a normal rhythm. The space between her legs was sore and stretched, aching, but so blessedly empty. She didn’t think she’d ever felt as empty before in all of her lives. And for the first time in so long, she was comfortable again. She’d almost forgotten what being comfortable felt like.
Yaz laughed again. “Well, good. I’m gonna step out and let you hop in the shower, yeah? And no more waiting this long. You’ve done it, you’re used to the toilet now. Don’t put yourself through that again.”
The Doctor laughed herself and smiled up at her friend, scrunching up her nose. “Yeah, guess it wasn’t that bad in the end.” |
Thanks for the lovely feedback!
I'm obsessed with the 13th doctor, and I had a few more ideas, so I'm turning this into a much longer story that will come out in chapters. I’m planning on starting it out as if it’s happening during the show and then deviating, and it’s all just going to be omo based scenes between the Doctor and Yaz and maybe sometimes Ryan as well. Let me know if you have any ideas/prompts! Plan on a very random update schedule lol
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Chapter 2
She thought she'd been taken the fam to a historic coronation. But some weird little town in the past could be fun too, the Doctor supposed. Her friends were teasing her for her driving skills again, but she knew it wasn't quite what they thought. It wasn't that she didn't have control over her ship. It was just that she had to pee so badly she could barely think straight.
Yes, she had been putting it off again, not that she would admit it to Yaz. After her semi-humiliating show absolutely bursting in front of the young girl a few weeks prior, the Doctor wasn’t keen on repeating the incident. But, at the same time, something deep and buried inside her longed to.
After finally peeing for the first time, after showering and apologizing to Yaz and thanking her for her help, she’d found herself alone in her bed, so blissfully empty and so distant from any pain. And so, so horny. She’d barely been able to think through it, let alone resist shoving her hand down her own pants and getting off once, then again, and then a third time, her other fist clenching into the sheets, her head thrown back in ecstasy, thinking about that incredible moment of relief, the warmth that had spread through her limbs, the way she’d been able to see herself deflate.
She’d heard before, from River in passing, that sometimes a full bladder made everything down there tighter, better, hotter. She hadn’t really understood it at the time, with very different plumbing and no personal experience from the other side. But now she got it. As the pain had faded, she’d been left with an aching desire, an incredible urge to grab Yaz and drag her back to the bedroom.
She’d resisted. But she’d also decided she needed to do some further investigating.
Obviously, her first step was to avoid going to the bathroom. Not quite as extensively as the last time, not to the same extreme. She’d just waited till she was full, hurting just a little, needing but not dying for the loo. Tapping her feet and twisting her hips, breathing quick through her teeth when the pressure in her belly got to be a bit too much, pressing her knees together. Standing on the Kerblam assembly line and not being able to resist shifting from one foot to the other, urgency pounding in her brain but not emergency, nothing she was worried about losing control of.
If Yaz noticed the way she had to cross her legs while giving her speech to Charlie, she didn't say anything, bless her heart. If she noticed at all, she probably thought the Doctor was just being absentminded again.
When they got back and Yaz asked to go visit the daughter of the man who had saved her, the Doctor was almost tempted to say no. Not because she didn’t care, and not because Yaz’s teary eyes didn’t make her chest ache in sympathy. Just because of a very different ache in her bladder, one that had gotten that "within view of the toilet" level of throbbing urgency. She gave in and waited for them on the ship, rolling up onto her toes and back down, pacing back and forth, letting the humans have their moment but man did she need a wee. Bad enough to have to resist the urge to hunch over, to have to resist the urge to hold herself and hobble around. But not bad enough that she was actually forced to take any drastic measures. But the rules she hadn't quite set listed themselves out in her brain: their adventure wasn't over till the humans had gone to bed. Therefore, she didn't get to pee until the humans had gone to bed.
Finally it was all over and her friends disappeared to their rooms, and she barely let the door close behind them before she took off, fleeing to the loo. She threw off her braces and yanked her pants down and collapsed onto the toilet but held back, shoving one hand between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit and groaning and trying not to press her legs together, trying not to leak into her own hand, until she came, so strong and hard that she saw stars and thought she might pass out. When her vision cleared she had already exploded and was weeing, hard, and she almost came again from the sensation of relief alone.
It was so good it almost made her mad that her system took so long to fill up. She’d have to wait ages to get to a good level again, and she only seemed able to hold it through one orgasm. So, she decided, if she only got one every couple of weeks, she’d make it the best orgasm every single time. She’d hold till there was piss coming out of her ears. If something was so pleasurable, taking it a little bit further couldn’t be too bad, could it?
And so she found herself almost two weeks into another hold, well past where she’d gotten to at Kerblam. Edging into dangerous territory, because she couldn’t quite stand still anymore. Still not as bad as it had been right before her first pee ever in this body, but pretty bad. A constant chant to herself in the back of her mind, a constant searing heat in her stomach.
She needed to pee desperately, almost to the point where she wouldn’t be able to hide it. But it only really sunk in when she spotted the child offering apple bobbing and decided to have a go, plunging her face into the freezing cold water.
It was like a stab to her bladder, and she let out a burst of surprised bubbles as she slammed her legs together, hands clenching into fists behind her back.
Like a light switch being flicked on, she went from sure she could manage to very much in trouble. In her half focused, arousal clouded plan, she'd stood that morning stepping in place in front of her mirror with one hand in her crotch, letting herself show obvious signs of desperation while she was along, and decided to wait yet another day or two. She knew that it would be painful but didn't expect it to be exactly hard. But now, with her bladder pressing down and down, an urgent hot mass in her stomach, her confidence in herself wavered. It collapsed fully as she did something she hadn't been forced to do since learning how to wee in her new body. She shifted her legs so one was casually crossed over the other, squeezing, and knew she wouldn't last. Urgency throbbed in her gut, and if her face hadn't been underwater she'd have been flushing and groaning.
She needed a toilet, and she needed it as quickly as possible. If she didn’t pee soon, things were going to get out of hand. But nothing ever really went as planned. The universe had other things in mind for her.
Maybe it was adrenaline that let her swim through the lake without bursting. Whatever it was, it wore off by the time she stood to face Becka, water trickling down her in teasing, cold lines, torturing her bladder. As she rummaged through her coat to grab her psychic paper she shifted from foot to foot, stepping in place, and had to force herself not to break into a outright potty dance. She wasn't sure if admitting it to herself made it better or worse. It meant she could find comfort in the little efforts she made to hold it,
She watched Yaz head back to the village and sucked air in through her teeth, jealous. Yaz would be heading down to loads of houses, which all had outhouses, where Yaz could at any time decide to go and relieve herself at the drop of a hat. She wouldn't even have to think about it. As Yaz walked away she glanced back over her shoulder, and the Doctor quickly untangled her legs and smiled, pressing her lips together. Yaz raised an eyebrow, but continued.
The Doctor squirmed and tapped her foot and faced the manor they were headed to. Something inside her, the bit not clouded by lust or by the severity of her need to pee, told her that she could always just go in the manor. They'd have chamber pots somewhere. But she grimaced and banished the thought. No way would she be asking Becka to pop off to her loo. That would be humiliating, to admit that kind of weakness and to give into her urge and gain nothing for it. To miss out on the incredible orgasm she knew was waiting for her at the end of this hold. And besides, their chamber pots were only built for human bladders. If the bulge in her belly was any indication, she'd overflow three of them before she finished.
Standing in the cold, with maddening drips still trickling down her and reminding her so vividly of another trickle she’d love to let out, she gritted her teeth and let herself go for one good, quick squeeze to her crotch when nobody was watching. At this point, it didn’t matter that she felt like she was about to positively burst. Until she solved this whole witch business and got herself back to the TARDIS, she had no other choice. She'd just have to hold.
The warmth of the fire helped a bit, as did the frustrating distraction of King James showing up. But as soon as she had a moment to think, her desperation clawed its way back to the front of her consciousness. It had gotten exponentially worse since the lake. She couldn’t tell if it had already been this bad and she just hadn’t noticed, or if maybe her kidneys had been kicked into overdrive when she hit the water, but her urgency was growing fast. It very suddenly felt like she was absolutely exploding, fit to burst, and when she managed to glance at her reflection in a window she could see her bulge now, visible again and pushing against her pants, huge and sensitive. If the King got a good look at her he'd probably assume she was pregnant. And when she grabbed the boys and snuck off to do some snooping, she slipped into a hidden part of the room and grabbed herself with both hands, her knees caving inwards and her fingers pressing up against her crotch, biting her lip to stifle a moan.
Even as Graham asked her something she pretended to be normal, pretended to be searching for evidence of whatever was going on. But the whole time she was hunched over, holding herself up with one hand on the wall and the other burying between her legs. She swayed back and forth, bobbed up and down as if that might help, and did rifle through a few drawers but the whole time kept her hand in place, her aching, bursting bladder screaming at her. This was bad, she realized as a particularly rough throb forced her to double over, twisting her legs around each other. Very bad. She was rapidly approaching the end of her rope.
It didn’t help when Yaz burst through the door, startling her, and she felt her first leak break through her iron hold.
She turned from her fam and pressed a fist into her crotch, cradling her bladder with her other hand, for just a moment. And again it settled into her exactly how dire her situation was as her body positively shrieked at her to keep going, to burst into her pants and get it over with. To tilt her head back and sigh and just let it flow. The boys wouldn’t even judge her, probably. They might be a bit confused or think something was wrong with her. But they’d help her hide it from Yaz if she asked. Which might have been essential at this point, because she was pretty sure Yaz had noticed the way her body had jerked when she'd leaked.
She didn’t let go, of course. She was the Oncoming Storm. She clenched with everything she had and removed her press against herself, turning back to face her friends and pretend she was fine. Yaz was eyeing her again, her gaze flickering down to the snitch of a bulge in the Doctor's belly and then back up to her face, but her expression was smooth, hard to read. The Doctor couldn't bring it in herself to care, too much of her brain focused on holding. She’d wet herself once in this body and that was enough.
The universe tried her, again and again. Startled her into a cross-legged stance by bringing in mud zombies, new warmth tempting her in her crotch, angered her into another leak when she was called a witch and captured. And she squirmed for hours, tied to that tree, fanning her legs in and out. It was so frustrating, because she was finally alone and she was absolutely dying to pee, and if she hadn't been tied up she could be holding herself, or grinding into the edge of her seat, or even actually letting herself wee behind a bush. But she couldn't do any of those things. All she could do was keep holding.
It built and built within her, hot and screaming and torturous, desperate, pressing. She had to pee so badly she could barely stand it, all she wanted to do was pee. The ache was so bad she could practically taste it. She considered wetting herself when King James came to tease her, just to see what he’d do if she burst, let it flood down her legs as she threw her head back in ecstasy, moaning. At that mental image she had to grit her teeth and fan her knees again, a whine caught in her throat, shifting around, hoping he was too sexist to even notice her body language. Because if he did try to read her at all, she was absolutely shrieking about how badly she had to pee.
Her downfall came when she was plunged into the lake for the second time.
Truth be told, she needed to pee so badly that she barely heard what they were saying as they sentenced her, shifting back and forth, back and forth, desperate for any kind of pressure or friction.Wriggling, hoping she looked like she was just trying to escape the restraints, she glanced back up at Becka one more time, opened her mouth to protest or to try to talk her way out of it or maybe to scream to the world that she was going to piss herself if they didn't let her go. And then she was flying down, hitting the water with a crash and a terrible freezing cold burn.
Air wasn’t a problem. With her respiratory bypass she could go several minutes before her lungs would even hurt. But the second she touched the water again, her bladder clenched, spasmed, and began to claw at her, barely contained.
She had seconds, if anything, before she wouldn’t be able to stand it anymore. Her bladder bulged out against her pants and her restraints, huge and painful, and she couldn’t quite get her legs to press together. She was aching, bursting, she could feel her pee just barely contained and so ready to come out but she clenched with everything she had and held it, forced herself not to let go as she struggled from the restraints, swimming with only her legs to the surface as she squeezed herself desperately. She just had to get out of the water, had to get back up onto dry land where she could hold herself properly and not be soaking in freezing cold torture, and she’d be able to stand it.
But as she got to shore, crawling on her hands and knees, she lost the very last of her self control. Any sense was drowned out by the rushing of the water going past her, and she broke, her bladder giving up. A burning hot leak burst its way into her pants, lasting much longer than any of the others, and her vision went unfocused, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her bladder was still screaming, wanted her to just let go so badly, and she couldn’t resist it anymore.
“Sod it,” she murmured, biting her lip and shifting backwards so her abdomen squished into itself, compressing her bulge, and let go. “Oh, finally,” she gasped as the dam broke, pee cascading through her already soaked pants. Relief began to build in her and she ached with it, loving the sensation of relief that was coming over her, horny as anything and desperate to rub one out later while she thought about this.
Then, she heard Yaz.
“You burst, didn’t you?”
Her head jerked up and she tried to cut off her stream. Nobody else was around, she supposed the boys must still be talking to the King. But Yaz had come to find her and had caught her wetting herself again. Her cheeks went red with humiliation. “No!” she gasped, but couldn’t control the way her voice had gone all high pitched and breathy again, couldn’t stop herself from shaking with relief. “What, no, I- I’m fine, just-”
Yaz gazed down with wide, curious eyes. “Yes you did. You’ve had to pee for days and you couldn’t hold it anymore. I saw you crossing your legs earlier."
The Doctor tried to stop peeing, tried to hold it in, her thighs quivering with effort. She tried to come up with an excuse or to hide it, but the sound of her pee rushing from her was thundering, and she barely stuttered her way into an explanation before she finally just gave in. “I- no, I- just give me a minute,” she moaned, slumping forward to rest her forehead on the ground, relief and pleasure and embarrassment building and building within her, her legs soaked and hot contrasting against the freezing cold of the air. She let herself groan out loud, curled her toes, squeezed her hands into fists. If Yaz wasn’t there she would be rocking back even further on her hips, trying to jam a heel underneath herself so she could grind against it as she peed. Stars pricked at the edges of her vision as she gasped for breath, panting, not from being underwater at all.
“Having fun?” Yaz asked, a hint of humor in her voice, and when the Doctor managed to get her muscles to cooperate long enough to look back up at her, she was smirking. "You look like you're enjoying yourself."
“It… feels good to let it out,” the Doctor rasped, her voice hoarse. “You were right, I've- ngh- I've needed to go for awhile.”
“Apparently,” Yaz agreed, and something darker that made lust twist even tighter in the Doctor’s core flickered across her face. She stepped forward and crouched down so they were almost eye to eye. “Now stop.”
She hadn’t been able to stop before. But something in her tone made the Doctor gasp and shove one hand between her legs, clenching as hard as she could, cutting herself off mid stream. She couldn’t keep from whining through gritted teeth as she did, her bladder furious and pounding against it's exit, aghast at having relief ripped out from under her. She'd gotten quite a bit of pee out, could see it puddling all around her. But her bladder was cavernous, could hold liters, and she was far from empty. It still thudded in her belly, dull and painful.
It took her piss-addled brain a minute to catch up with the fact that she’d mindlessly obeyed a command to stop peeing, and that she should probably respond to it. "What do you mean?" she whispered, squirming.
Yaz raised an eyebrow. "You enjoy it. You held way past what any normal person would do when I found you in the console room awhile ago. And you needed to pee at Kerblam too, but I thought it was just a genuine bit of waiting too long. But you do this on purpose, don’t you?"
"I-"
"You like it," Yaz said, and there it was again, that confidence in her voice that had made the Doctor immediately obey her command to stop peeing. Her crotch was on fire, her head swimming, and she wasn't sure if it was from her still achingly desperate need to pee or from arousal as Yaz settled back on her heels and looked down at her. "It turns you on. It turns me on too, seeing you like this."
The Doctor opened her mouth to protest, but couldn't quite find the words. "...apparently," she said finally, mimicking Yaz’s words, trying to sound smart and clever but failing, and then winced as her bladder spasmed, a wave of desperation flowing over her, and she twisted so that her knees were crossed, shoved one in front of the other. "But I really need to go, Yaz, I'm so desperate, I can't hold it-"
"Of course you can," Yaz scoffed. "You can, and you will. Because from now on you don't get to pee unless I say so."
The Doctor's mouth fell open in a gasp, lust twisting and coiling in her core, and Yaz took her chance. She grabbed the Doctor by her braces and yanked her up and forward, and kissed her hungrily. One of her hands snaked between them and she pressed her fingers up against the seam of the Doctor's pants. She whimpered into Yaz's mouth, not sure if she wanted her to help her hold or help her come, squirming, desperate for both, grinding down against her firm, strong hand and gasping with relief and with lust.
They broke apart, both panting, and Yaz grinned at her as she winced and grabbed herself again, squeezing her eyes shut through another hot pulse in her bladder. "Go do what you do best and fix this situation. We can talk about whether you get to finish your wee after."
Bursting at the seams, unbelievably turned on, holding herself with both hands and kneeling in a puddle of her own piss, the Doctor hesitated for only a moment. And then she nodded. She’d be distracted, barely able to think, her mind clouded with lust and with the still throbbing, angry bladder pulsing inside her. It was more manageable than before, she didn't feel on the edge of losing it, but it hurt, her body teased into thinking the struggle was over and now back to-
“Answer me out loud,” Yaz commanded, and the Doctor shivered, clenched and bent forward, chills running up her spine.
"Yes. I only pee when you tell me I can. Yes ma'am." |
I am not the author of this story. This was one of many stories that were on Bound2Burst before they shut down the story section, and I wanted to share it here.
The Beer Flows Better at Hooter's
It was another hectic, passionate, adrenaline-pumped crowd at Hooters. Everyone was representing their team colors and ready for the big games of March Madness. Jennifer loved days like this. There were always plenty of cute boys for her to flirt with and the tips were more generous than usual for big event days like this one.
Jennifer was just getting in for her shift and she noticed that the restaurant was already jam-packed. It was so busy, the manager had to call in girls from other restaurants just to satisfy the rush. Jennifer finished drinking a one-liter bottle of water she had started on the drive to work just before she went to her first table. By the time she got done introducing herself to the guys at the first table, her manager assigned her to escort several other groups to their tables to be ready for the action.
After 20-30 minutes or so, Jennifer had been made the rounds to all the tables she would likely get for the games. It was at this point that her bladder started to send its first signals to her that it was getting full and needed to be emptied. This was nothing out of the usual for Jennifer. She had always been confident in her above average bladder capacity and had only felt desperate to pee once before while on the job. The orders of beer and chicken wings were coming in at an astounding rate, so Jennifer had plenty to do to keep her mind off her rapidly filling bladder. She was very popular with the customers, and she was even offered beers from at least one customer at each table.
After another thirty minutes, Jennifer's bladder was starting to become urgently full. It had now been a little bit more than an hour since she finished one liter of water, and she must have drank at least 700 ml of beer that customers had offered her along the way. The beer was going right through her, and she knew that she would have to get to the bathroom soon. She was momentarily frustrated with herself for drinking an entire liter of water without thinking to go to the bathroom first.
"Hey Jen, can I get another pint of beer over here?" requested a customer at table #12.
"I'll be right there," answered Jennifer. She went over to the table and took down the size and type of beer the customer wanted. Jennifer's bladder suddenly contracted, forcing her to squeeze her thighs together for the first time. Luckily, no one saw her, at least not at the table she was attending to at the moment. As she finished taking the customer's order, she briskly walked back to the bar to get the pint of beer.
Upon her return to the table, she glanced in the direction of the ladies' room to see what the situation was like over there. The line was coming out the door for the ladies' room, and there were only five stalls, which meant that there was a pretty good wait for anyone who wasn't at least inside the bathroom. She finally gave the customer his beer, and the group at table #12 decided to order another platter of hot wings, two pitchers of beer, and a couple of orders of fries. Every waitress available was attending to at least one table, and each of them knew that they had to help each other get orders to all the tables as quickly as possible. Their teamwork not only made them more efficient, but the customers didn't mind seeing a variety of iconic Hooter's girls rotating through the tables.
Jennifer's co-worker Paige suddenly called to her, "Can you take those three pitchers of beer over to table #6?"
"Sure thing, Paige," responded Jennifer. Just after she confirmed to Paige that she would assist her with the beer order, her bladder sent another wave of pressure over her. The pain of containing her pee was now starting to become a constant, and increasingly greater presence in Jennifer's mind. She picked up the three pitchers of beer, carrying two in her left hand and the other in her right. This was the first trip of the day in which Jennifer had reached the point of walking very carefully out of fear of losing bladder control. Jennifer finally reached the table, immediately squeezing her shapely thighs together once again. As she leaned down towards the table, the first couple of drops escaped her clenched sphincter and soaked into her orange shorts. Jennifer gasped, rushing the pitcher in her right hand down, spilling some of it onto the table. Now that her right hand was free, she grabbed the edge of the table to lean on it so that she could cross her legs as quickly as she could. This momentarily allowed her to regain control on her bladder, and only one more drop managed to leak into her shorts.
One of the customers at table #6 noticed that Jennifer was displaying signs of distress. "Are you ok?"
Jennifer: "I'm fine, thank you." She was doing her best to play it off.
Table #6 guy: "Oh, ok. It looks like you need to go to the bathroom or something, that's all."
Jennifer: "Don't worry, I'm ok."
Jennifer couldn't be farther from ok. She had lost three drops into her tight, short orange shorts, and the pain in her bladder was not easing up at all. As she left the table, she did her best to walk with a normal, confident stride, but she couldn't make it more than half way back to the bar without giving her crotch a couple of good squeezes. By the time she was all the way back to the bar, she grabbed her aching pussy with both hands.
From the bar, Jennifer could see the line to the ladies' room. It was still as long as before, maybe even a little bit longer. It was only a few minutes before halftime, and the bathrooms would be packed the entire time. Jennifer also noticed Paige and a couple of the other waitresses starting to show signs that they badly needed to pee.
Two hours into Jennifer's shift, Paige suddenly came up behind Jennifer, "Oh my God, I have to go to the bathroom so bad. I don't think I can hold it long enough to get through the halftime rush."
Jennifer: "I have to pee pretty badly myself. Just hang in there Paige, we've been in situations like this before."
Paige: "I know we've had to hold in our pee before, but I'm so desperate...I feel like I'm going to burst into my shorts any second!"
Jennifer: "Try not to think about it so much. I know that's not easy right now, but both of us have to hold it in if we're going to make it through this shift without any accidents."
Paige just nodded and had a frantic look in her eyes. She was constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot now. She had both hands buried between her legs for five seconds before carefully removing them and showing some semblance of regained control. Jennifer had already scurried to take the platter of wings, fries, and two pitchers of beer table #12 had ordered earlier.
Jennifer : "Here it is, guys. Sorry it took a little longer than unusual to get it out."
Table #12 customer: "No worries, beautiful. A couple of other girls came by to see how we were doing, so you gals have been doing great."
Jennifer: "Thanks, we're glad you are enjoying yourself." Jennifer's voice was noticeably strained as she said this, and she was crossing her legs and bouncing her knees a little bit.
Table #12 customer: "Are you alright? You look tense."
Jennifer: "I haven't had a break since my shift started, and I have to go pee."
Table #12 customer: "It's almost halftime, so hopefully you can go then."
Jennifer: "Yeah....I gotta get to the next table, so just let me know if you need anything else."
Jennifer barely made it away from table #12 without leaking any further. Her bladder was throbbing, and it was taking every ounce of focus and strength she had to contain the endless flow of pee entering her tired bladder. As she arrived at the table #5, Jennifer lost a 1-second squirt into her shorts. There was a visible wet spot on the crotch of her shorts 2 inches in diameter.
Jennifer: "Oh shit! I'm starting to wet myself like a little girl." (under her breath)
Table #5 customer: "Do you know when our wings will be ready?"
Jennifer: "No, but let me go check on that for you. I'll be right back."
The customer at table #5 barely saw the wet spot between her thighs as she frantically walked away with her thighs squeezed as tightly together as walking would allow her. He knew that there could be something just as eventful as an NCAA title at stake for this girl.
Jennifer made it back to the bar, but not before losing another squirt into her shorts. This time, her tight, orange-clad pussy didn't close as quickly, resulting in an additional 1.5 inches to the diameter of her wet spot (now 3.5 inches), and a few drops soaked into her pantyhose on the way down from her shorts.
Jennifer: "Paige, I'm starting to pee in my shorts! I have to get to the bathroom, NOW!!"
Paige: "I just lost a little bit too. Luckily, I am wearing cotton panties, which absorbed most of my little mishap before it became a wet spot."
Jennifer: "I should have thought of that...I am not wearing panties, and my accident is visible to anyone now. I can't hold it anymore!! You gotta help me find somewhere to pee before my bladder bursts!"
Jennifer was now in a full pee-pee dance. Her hands were between her legs, and her thighs were squeezed tightly around her hands to help her apply desperately needed pressure to her urethra. Suddenly, the customer from table #5 called to Jennifer.
Table #5 customer: "Jennifer, could you get another pitcher of beer for my table, please?"
Jennifer: "You got it!"
As she hurriedly and frantically filled the pitcher, she was forced to take her hands out of her crotch. This made her urethra sting, and the pressure was as intense as she had ever felt it. She somehow willed herself back to table #5 without leaking anymore of her urine into her shorts.
Jennifer: "Here you go, sir."
Table #5 customer: "You look like you are about to piss in your sexy little shorts, blondie."
Jennifer: "I can't believe we got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee."
Table #5 customer: "It doesn't look like you are gonna make it to the bathroom in time."
Jennifer: "What's the matter with you? You've never seen a girl desperate to pee before?"
Table #5 customer: "Not as desperate as you...I am looking forward to seeing a grown woman like you pee in her shorts in front of everyone. If you can't even hold in your pee, I'm going to report you and your weak bladder to your manager."
Jennifer left the table frustrated, insulted, and desperately in her nether region. Her left hand was now buried inside her shorts and applying pressure directly to her aching, stinging pussy. She asked Paige to cover table #5 for the rest of the game, but Paige's bladder was so close to exploding that she handed off that duty to another waitress (Candy). Candy needed to pee pretty badly as well, but she her bladder could hold off for a short while longer. Candy checked up on table #5 one time, but that was all she could do with all the customers she was serving.
Meanwhile, Jennifer was going to replace the beer she had spilled for table #5. Once she filled half of the glass with beer, she put the glass on the counter and crossed her legs once again. She had her right hand jammed inside her shorts as a final desperate measure to contain the overwhelming pressure she felt between her legs. Her sexy thighs were sore, and her bladder was seconds away from giving up. Jennifer pulled her shorts and pantyhose down to her knees and quickly reached for the glass, placing it between her legs right up against her aching pussy lips. She involuntarily unleashed a streaming jet of pee into the half-filled glass (glass = 1 US pint = 473ml), nearly filling it to the brim. She emptied half of it into another glass, and filled the final half with beer to make up for what she had spilled only a few minutes earlier. She then returned to table #5, still walking with her thighs pressed together and her legs crossed as she reached the table.
Jennifer: "I'm sorry for spilling some of your beer earlier. I brought you a new glass, on the house."
Table #5 customer: "That's a good thing, too. I was thinking about not paying my tab. Here, have this glass of beer that my friend didn't want. If you don't drink it, I'm still thinking about reporting your lack of bladder control to your manager."
Jennifer: "Please, don't do this! I've never had to pee so bad in my life!!"
Jennifer now had the upper hand, since she was able to release approximately 300 ml of her pent up pee when she filled this customer's glass and transferred the remainder over to the next glass. She was still desperate, but her situation was much less perilous than it was only a couple of minutes earlier.
Table #5 customer: "DRINK IT!!"
Jennifer: "I really, really have to pee somewhere RIGHT NOW!" - Jennifer downs the glass of beer. She is somewhat relieved, but still in a very desperate state.
Jennifer returns to the bar. She pulls two more glasses out and gets them ready for some complimentary beer. She already filled the second glass one quarter of the way with the extra pee she had let out while filling up the first glass. Her anticipation to finally let out more of her pee, the additional alcohol consumed from table #5's blackmail drink, and her severely weakened bladder made her leak into her shorts again. Jennifer's shorts had soaked up all they could. This time, the squirt went right through her shorts, creating a small puddle on the floor between her legs.
Jennifer filled the next glass to the brim with impressive pressure and speed. The tremendous relief of having her shorts and pantyhose down, and relieving so much pressure almost made her orgasm into the glass, but she controlled herself....just barely. Stemming the flow once the glass was close to getting full was one of the most difficult feats she had accomplished so far, but she was overwhelmed with the joy of easing the pressure in her bladder. Jennifer filled three glasses nearly to the brim, gushing out 1300ml of pee in the process. She was able to make six glasses containing beer and her urine. Table #5 had a six-pack coming their way, compliments of the house. Jennifer returned to table #5. She continued acting like she was on the verge of losing bladder control, but only soreness in her bladder and crotch remained from the battle she waged against the ocean of urine her warm, tender pussy had contained for so long.
Jennifer: "Here you go, guys. I brought you guys six free beers for what happened earlier. Three of them are for you." (Table #5 customer).
Table #5 customer: "That's more like it. I knew you'd see things my way. You need to get your act together in the future, blondie. I'm gonna let you and your pathetic bladder slide this time."
Jennifer just nodded her head in acknowledgment, scissoring her legs slightly and curtsying near the edge of the table like she needed to pee very badly.
Jennifer (desperation in her voice): "I'm g-g-glad we were able to work something out."
As she hobbled away from the table, she returned to her full duties as she had before. She declined all beer offers for the remainder of the game. By the time the final buzzer ended on the last televised game, she was starting to get desperate again. |
A dark day overshadowed by its own achievements
the onlookers watched as the stage lights flickered to life unaware of the truth hidden deep beneath the hard earth they stood on
the man began waltzing about the recently constructied wood platform that would be gone as soon as it appeared
he spoke not only to the large crowd he so skillfully baited but to himself “its foolproof” he thought
“now now” his voice billowed from the speakers “i have a plan... one to change the world..... forever “
that last word never meant much before
The crowd screamed for more, this man was a genius, biggest tech manufacturer in the city normally he went on about his newest phone or some computer thats name is worth more then it abilities
but not today...
chapter one
never
He looks at the crowd and smiles” looks like my job here is don-“
It truly was
In less than a second blood splattered on the stage seeping in too the poorly sealed wood
He fell as the crowd ran in panicked fury
The attacker walked off stage almost unnoticed... almost
she was a detective standing amongst the crowd but probably not the only one with a weapon
Swiftly boring of the mans honeyed words she squeezed between the human wall or at least tried too get to the restroom
Yet then disaster struck
She watched as the attacker plunged a dagger into the back of the mans neck severing his spine immediately
She took action and raced to the staircase barely noticing the warm drops of urine that slipped out into her panties
She reached the stage only to see the murderer duck behind the curtains
She sprinted after them with another spirt of urine leaking out
As soon as she rounded the corner the murderer grabbed her in a choke hold, bolting into action she flipped them over her head and on to the ground
He hit the boards with a thud and quickly stood back up pointing the knife at her, she in response pulled her own weapon as a matter of reflex she stood holding the stub nose revolver, adrenaline coursing through her...and with urine running freely down her legs
The murderer stood shocked for a moment, and that was the last mistake he made as she put a round in has forehead
She relaxed a bit as her muscles loosened so did her bowels pushing a warm soft mass into her already saturated panties
She reached to feel the extent of the damages touching the seat of her pants and squishing the mess against her body by accident “shit” she murmured to herself both figuratively and literally
Swiftly brushing aside her own pride she marched forward toward the body hoping the stains and smells aren’t too clear
She squatted down rubbing the mess against her body and rummaged through the corpses pockets finding two daggers near identical to the one it was holding , and a match box
She stood up and hurried to her car
It was a rundown suv with plenty of scratches and dings
After a quick and unpleasant ride she reached home undid the lock and walked in
She took of the black long coat she was wearing emptied her pockets and walked to her room in the mid sized house. First she slid off the plane black shirt then pulled down and stepped out of the knee length black skirt and finally she pealed off her gray leggings they were stained...badly with long tendrils of wetness all having there origin from a large dark spot between the thighs. She looks down at her panties and scoffed”pee proof huh” then looking back at the stained leggings
She cleaned up her mess and read over the packaging on her dresser it read.
“Pee proof panties five pack/ perfect for ANY mishaps”
She grabbed a clean pair and realized it was her last pair
A hot pain of embarrassment spread throughout her chest thinking back, this was the seventh time this happened but never to this extent it was always just small spirts here and there but never a full mess she sighed and pulled on a low cut gray shirt along with a mid length skirt just above the knees
She set her laundry in the washer, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and threw on her coat on her way out the door
Another less unpleasant car ride later she arrived at the store, it was pretty big and a member of a large chain
As she heads in she downs the last of her water and tosses it in the recycling bin
She pushes her cart through row after row grabbing some groceries a few boxes of bullets from sporting goods and a few bottles of alcohol
Then finally the last thing on her list
She had been thinking about for awhile but overcoming her pride She pushes her cart down the hygiene aisle and winces and she grabs certain product of the shelf and into her cart then heads to checkout
There was only one checkout land available and it hat three people in it she just got at the end of the line
After a minute or two of waiting she felt a certain fullness of the bladder,and despite her...track record she decided to hold it, and after about ten minutes she was about to burst and was finally getting checked out with a few beeps and an overly talkative cashier just as he finishes, he looks and says “whats with the face something wrong” just as he looks down to the item that just declined to see one twelve pack of absorbent women’s Briefes, he looks back up to see relief on her face
She was full to bursting and the loud noise of the barcode scanner declining sets her off,as at first a slow trickle soon spills out at full blast... soon its done and she comes to the realization that she just pissed her self , her face reddens and she grabbed her items and rushed to the bathroom
She calmly stepped into the large stall and opened the plastic bag the “briefs” were in and pulled down her panties, thankfully her skirt seemed to be spared as she wiped up and pulled on the brief
She walked through the near empty parking lot with a minor yet still unfamiliar bulk between her legs yet she walked on, as she passed by a man he tried grabbing her and only managed to get a grip on the elastic band on her skirt
She kicked his legs out from under him the man fall still holding the skirt pulling it down with him
She sees another man out of the corner of her eye, holding a remarkably similar dagger to the ones she had in her possession but despite this mystery she was outnumbered and stepping out of her still on the ground skirt as she runs
Upon reaching her car she locked the door and speed home
Too Tired too think she ate a quick dinner took her shirt off and flopped into her bed
Chapter two
going
She woke up around seven and stiffly crawled out of bed
After a cup of coffee she looked at the situation someone killed the man at the event, whose name turned out to be Jim, that same someone probably sent those men who attacked her
And here she is sitting in her house putting these things together in only her bra and the same brief she put on yesterday
She goes to her room gets dressed in an large shirt and leggings only she looks in the mirror looks herself up and down “pretty normal” she murmured to herself as she pulls up the large shirt witch was about down to her lower thighs... to see that the Beige outside of the brief was pretty clear to see through the thin black leggings
She inspects the match box she found and notes it has the name of a club on it
On her way out she pulls on her coat and climbed in her car and made her way to the address on the match box
It was a rather seedy bar with few people speaking in hushed tones
She orders herself a drink sits down and begins watching for anyone who could be behind the murderer, after nearly 9 hours of sitting around drinking and waiting with a few bathroom breaks, finally she sees someone walk out from behind the counter from seemingly nowhere, they exit the bar and she as they climbed into there car wrote down there license plate
She having got what she needed drove home and drank to celebrate her discovery
Normal routine and she flopped in bed ditching everything but her bra and briefs
Waking up is unpleasant when you have a hangover even more so in her situation
She woke up cold and clammy and pulled her sheets off to see a large wet patch on the bed and to realize her brief was soaked” i wet the bed” she murmured to herself
And a new voice confirmed with”yes did you naughty little baby” says the voice in a seductive female tone, She turns in surprised and sees a woman sitting on a arm chair “your making a mistake investing the murder” the woman scoffed
“The names Evelyn” the women states “and your Armani correct?”Evelyn was correct
Armani quickly pulled a gun from under her bed and pointed it at Evelyn”who are you Armani asked “hey no need to go ballistic” Evelyn jokes before being shot in the kneecap
“WHAT WAS THAT FOR”Evelyn screamed
“Trespassing”Armani quickly replies “now who do you work for” she asked
Evelyn grins despite the pain” you need not to know but maybe I’ll tell you on one condition
“and what is that” Armani replied then retrained her gun to The woman’s forehead
then she noticed a small hisss was heard and upon looking at the women’s things to see a yellow liquid leaking out the women’s face contorted in embarrassment, Armani chuckled to her self but stopped mostly because of the sagging brief she was wearing so clearly
Evelyn looked Armani in the eyes and said three things” first say sorry and fix my knee, next give me a chance to clean up then”she grinned”then...make out with me”Evelyn said in an oh so seductive tone
Armani smiled”maybe I just might... shoot you in the head” a pull of the trigger and the problems were solved or at least for now Evelyn wasn’t dead only knocked out by the rubber rounds,
She grabs the unconscious body and lays her out on the bed front down only to see a large wet spot on the women’s nylon pants
Armani sighed and stripped the wet pants off of Evelyn to see emerald green silk panties saturated to the maximum
With a slightly cruel thought Armani pulled off the panties wiped her off and put a brief on her
Looking at herself she also cleaned up tossing the soggy briefs and putting on a fresh pair, she looked in the mirror as she was pulling a skirt on and thought that was a disaster before putting her shirt on and throwing her bed sheets to the washer
Soon Evelyn was slowly waking to find herself bound to a chair, thinking back this had not gone well for her in fact not only had she been apprehended but she pissed her self as well”what do we have here” Armani asked “ready to talk”
Evelyn only then realized she had to go to the bathroom “ok ok just let me go to the bathroom”Evelyn knew when she was beat
“ talk first” Armani replied smugly
“Fine i was sent to capture you by the or-“ she cut herself off suddenly clenching and holding her legs together
Armani grinned and kneeled down grabbed Evelyn’s legs and pulled them apart then with her other hand pressed down on The women’s abdomen and with a quick push a large bulge formed between her thighs then the mess spread throughout the brief
Armani looked and said”see you went to the bathroom now talk”
“i was sent to capture you by the organization i don’t know anything i was just in it for the money i was just following orders” Evelyn pleaded
“Fine “Armani reached for the knot at the back of the chair and let the ropes fall slack
Evelyn stood up with an unfamiliar bulk and a large mess between her legs “this feels kinda nice i could get use to this” she thought because being shoved out of the house
“ hey at least give me a skirt or something”Evelyn demanded before being shoved out the door without a word
Days four pass and Armani has a plan...
She unlocked the door and took her coat off, she had been doing smaller cases to ward off any suspecting onlookers
As per usual she striped down removing her shirt and undoing the buttons on her skirt to wittiness the usual situation a car passed too quickly to recklessly clipping the back of her car and jolting a brief jet of urine loose into the white cotton panties she was wearing yet she stripped them off too and went too her dresser pulling out another pair of cotton panties and looking at the package of briefs only one left she had been going through two or three a day with nine or ten small incidents a day nothing too major, though it was kind of embarrassing having to wear them but better then piss running down her thighs every time she gets startled
Just to be safe she put on three pairs of panties... it was about eight o’clock and she was sitting at the table eating her dinner in only her undergarments
After finishing up she was washing her plate off and a motorcycle speed by loudly she dropped the dish in the sink in surprise when it wore off she felt a familiar warmth
The damage wasn’t to great only one layer was wet but too be safe she put on a fourth pair of panties before bed
Chapter three
What do you believe
It was a cool morning with rays of sunshine glaring through the closed blinds
She woke up slowly and sat up “what a nice morning “ she thought sarcastically
And then with the realization that a coldness was setting in she threw off the covers and looked down to see the entire sheet was soaked through and so were the panties she wore
After mentally scolding herself for letting this happen the second time,she took all the sheets of and tossed them in the washer she took everything off and climbed into a hot bath and relaxed,
After about thirty minutes she crawled out wrapped a towel around herself and went to get dressed
She had a plan for today and she was going too dress for it
First she pulled one the last brief ,then four pairs of panties over it one of them being triple seated cotton another being one of her pee proof panties the third being laced silk the last being a pair of emerald green silk panties that felt fitting for the situation
Then she slipped into a bra with a chain mail one over it, and she slipped a small single shot .22 pistol into a small pocket of the bra
And as embarrassing as it was she pulled over the one romper like onesie and snapped it shut at the crouch
She pulled on a pair of green pantyhose and set of light gray leggings on that still had some discolored stains from last time
Then simple athletic shorts with a navy blue pleated skirt
After that she slipped a kevlar vest and a pair of shoulder holsters
A small gun in the pocket of her shorts
A side holster over the skirt with a .38 revolver
And a simple black shirt
Almost ready she grabbed an ammo bag and made sure it had at least to magazines for everything along with some first aid supplies
Then she slung a pump acton shot gun over her shoulder
She pulled on her coat and downed a bottle of water and a quick breakfast
Then she hit the road
After an hour of driving she pulled up to what was supposed to be an abandoned military base... it wasn’t abandoned
She stepped inside and quietly crepe until she grabbed a small almost unnoticeable handle in the floor”exactly where she said it would be” she thought as she lifted the handle and opened the hatch, as she creeps down the narrow staircase she feels a few drops escape into the soft padding between her legs.
But at last she reached the bottom and there was a long concrete hallway with a single woman patrolling up and down the hallway, she slipped along the shadows getting closer and closer the she simply pulled out a white handkerchief,jumped behind the guard held it over their mouth and after a second the guard fell to the ground' she rummaged through the guards equipment the only thing worth while being a taser.
She stood back up took one last look at the guard and saw the large yellow puddle that had had leaked out of the their unconscious body reminding her of a small pain form her bladder.
She pressed forward and swiftly yet near silently opened the door at the end of the hallway to see... a... ballroom with people dancing slowly in circles yet strangely completely and utterly silent. She walked through people turned there heads to look but they all had the same face it was... disturbing
Finally she reached the end there was one of these... things alone then it walked up to her then with a surprising powerful grip it began to do the same walz as everyone else she had no choice but to play along, soon she felt herself clenching as the moves of the dance became more and more extravagant until it held her close, she felt a sharp pain in her chest as the thing released her with a dagger sticking out of her chest “ but how” she wondered for she was wearing body armor, she staggered back as spirts of urine started seeping into the brief she finally fell and drifted off.
Only to wake up with her arms and legs belted to the cold metal interrogation table she laid upon. She looked at the situation she was bound to a table she still seemed to have all her weapons on her, her brief was soaked but lucky it wasn’t leaking and somehow she still felt full up. After a minute or two someone walked through the door
It was Evelyn wearing only a corset and a short pleated skirt she looked then with a gleeful expression said” hey its you again, ya know because of you i got taken off field duty and got moved to interrogator””how did you like the show...it was caused by a halogenic gas ““but hey were friends and all i mean i sent you all that information”
Armani replied “ just untie me all right”
Evelyn grinned and stated” not without some fun first” before prancing up to Armani and giggling as she pushed down on Armani’s abdomen after a brief moment both of the women heard the low hisssss as Armani slowly let it trickle out without trying to stop it but most of it stopped was stopped by the four layers of panties she wore, soon after a warm mess spilled into the leaking brief but stopped Armani felt she let enough out
Evelyn laughed and said “ lets get you cleaned up” before undoing the belts on her legs and pulling down her shorts and skirt next the leggings”you’ve pissed these before” as she removed the dry yet stained leggings then the pantyhose and she looked at the plane white snap on” oooh scandalous” as she unbuttoned the crotch piece to see emerald green silk panties...after a laughing fit from Evelyn she said “ ooh you must be pissing these worst than I use too” before removing them and the dry silk ones she wore below, then there it was the pee proof panties contained most of it along with the cotton ones “ i use to wear stuff like these before that incident with you” she says peeling them off then at last she looked at the soaking wet brief Evelyn broke the sides before lifting them out rolled them up and tossed them in the trash bin
Armani spoke up” do you have any of these briefs” she asked shyly
Evelyn grinned and restated “ i use to wear stuff like these before that incident with you... I decided i didn’t need them it was only a intimation mission ... boy was i wrong” “then i decided to switch to something stronger”she lifted up her skirt and shows off a white pull-ups with padding all the way front and back instead of just on the bottom like the brief and a wetness indicator that showed dry...for now...Evelyn turned left and right showing off her pull-up”trust me they hold a-lot more””I’ve been having plenty of wetting lately... in fact” she lifts her skirt a little higher as she, with ease released a stream of urine while the wetness indicator turned a clear blue” I’ve been wearing them everywhere” she stated “i never have to be desperate of embarrassed again I’ve just been pissing my self whenever even if there’s a bathroom” she lets her skirt back down and says “ here lets get you one as well” she reached into a pocket and unfolded the soft fabric outside of the pull-ups then produced a bottle of talcum powder from who knows wear proceeded to powder Armani’s crotch and pull on the pull-ups Armani was ashamed too be getting changed but it did feel good having the thicker padding between her thighs
Evelyn put all of Armani clothes back on her including those emerald green silk panties that she was still laughing about
Evelyn finished uniting Armani and helped her stand back up “lets keep going”Armani proclaims and they together head deeper in the base
Soon they after sneaking through seemingly abandoned hallways they reached what looked like a large conference room
Capter four
Knifepoint
“It seems like some kind of meeting”Armani pointed out
“AND I WASENT INVITED””give me that shotgun” raged Evelyn
And so she did handing the gun to Evelyn and drawing her .44 revolver
Then all hell broke loose, the two marched through the unsuspecting crowd both weapons loaded with rubber bullets soon the fifty sixty people the were assembled were all on the ground... all except one who stood alone in the crowd the lady held a combat knife and charged
Armani held her ground as she felt the warm bulge of the absorbent material swelling between her thighs not even knowing she has pisses herself as the women took a stab with reckless abandon and immediately got pistol wiped and knocked out Armani looked and said”lets try to sneak next time now I’m going to take this uniform“Armani took off her coat shirt skirt and leggings putting everything in the bag leaving her only in the onesie, Evelyn piped up” ooh i might need to get one of those”
She slipped the uniforms big dark blue shirt and put on the uniforms pencil skirt
Evelyn laughter broke the silence as she pointed up the women Armani stripped was wearing a similar pull-up to her own, except it had cartoonish cheerleaders wearing oversized diapers printed on it along with the wetness indicator that instead of being a single line was a bunch of stars disappeared one at a time depending on how wet it was,...there were no stars...
Evelyn rummaged around and found in a large pouch of a utility belt two more similar ones depicting all the latest cartoon princesses “ one for you one for me” she said and gave one to Armani who did not see the appeal and shoved it in her bag “like i would ever were that” she thought
“In fact i could go for a change now”Evelyn grinned unbuttoning her skirt and letting it fall down she stepped out of the skirt and bent down to pick it up practically pointing out the large brown stain showing through her soaked pull-ups
Armani mockingly said” you couldn’t hold it” , Evelyn replied in a seductive tone” what is a girl to do” “and i know you probably didn’t hold it that well”, she had guessed correctly
Evelyn finished cleaning and powdering herself up and slipped into the childish garment before buttoning her skirt back up
“Lets go”Armani said and they pressed onward
After looking around they found what they were looking for, a windowless door with the label administrations office, Armani felt a pressure in her bowels
Upon entering they saw a lone women in a tailored suit with long pink hair staring at around twelve computer monitors each one with a different camera feed “I’ve been expecting you” the women states” “cliché” booed Evelyn
Ignoring her the women continued”you did good to make it this far for now its time to meet... your...d o o m” as the women flips out a six inch folding knife
“NOW ITS ON”Evelyn yells as she try’s to rack a shell in the shotgun only too find herself out of ammo not discouraged she flips the gun around and grabs the barrel and holds the gun like a baseball bat
The women turns to show her face... a face with one robotic eye and with elegant accuracy the throws the blade, it flys centimeters from Evelyns hip slicing the string holding the button on her skirt””missed me”Evelyn taunted only for her skirt to fall down showing the childish pull-ups “i didn’t think such childish garments came in such a size nor did i know you were such a baby” The women said with a smugness Evelyn did not respond with words but with acton ramming the stock of her shotgun into the women’s head, the women fell to her knees but recovered quickly and dive rolled behind her and slammed an open palm into the back of Evelyn’s calf Evelyn fell down and swore as the stars fade from her pull-ups along with a large brown bulge that had formed“see...all you are is a incompetent idiotic incontinent traitorous diaper wearing child” the women states with a hint of rage Armani trying to get the jump on the women took a shot with her revolver the loud bang of the shot startling a jolt of urine into the damp pull-up only for the women to cleave it in half with her knife
Armani prepared for a last stand drawing a combat knife she charged the women immediately slashed the elastic band of her skirt slicing both gun belts as well Armani slashed at the women and made a clean cut to the front of her suit causing it too fall from the women’s shoulders and hung at her hips
The women brought the knife down in a downward strike yet Armani dogged to the side the knife only cutting off the side of the shorts Armani wore causing them too fall to the ground
Armani slashed at the women’s hand throwing the women’s knife across the room with that the women lunged taking them both to the ground she grabbed Armani’s leggings and yanked them off along with the pantyhose but then Armani kicked her away the women got up close and managed to rip Armani‘s shirt off with her well manicured nails leaving Armani wearing nothing over the snap on onesie “a childish costume” the women scoffed as they both stood squared up
The women kicked low hitting both of the snaps then she grappled Armani and flung her over her shoulder pulling the onesie off alone with picking back up her knife and causing Armani to let out a five second long stream of urine as well at that moment Armani realized that”she was doing this on purpose”Armani could only wonder
Armani stood in only the ballistic vest and the emerald green silk panties
the women lunged and pulled the vest off of Armani then pulling down her panties as Armani pulled down the women’s pants
This left Armani in her lacy satin...and the women in a pair of pink ruffled panties that had a stain on the bottom
A brief moment of silence passed only broken by a familiar sound hisssss
They both looked down at the others crotch
The women stared at the yellow stream flowing freely from Armani’s panties
Armani stared at the long stream of urine that emanated from a clear dark splotch contrasting the vibrant pink of the ruffed panties a splotch that appeared in the same spot as the discolored stain
They both in that moment throw their knives
Almost as if in slow motion the knives collided in the air flying by and cutting through the side of the others panties
Both of the under garments fell to the ground
The women looks at Armani’s pull-up that was still leaking through “how ironic” The women thought
Armani looked down at the women’s crotch and thought “how hypocritical” as she looked at the bright pink cloth diaper that was so thick she couldn’t even put her legs together “she must have more accidents then me to be leaking through something so thick”
At last both streams stopped and they looked each others eyes and the women said “we are the same you and i we were both pissing are-selves throughout the fight we both are on the verge of messing are-selves we both woke up in a wet bed this morning we. Are. The. Same” and Armani acknowledge that everything she just said was true
*three days earlier
Chapter five
Mile
Sonia drove home after a long day at work soon she pulled up and got out of her car entered her house and stripped out of her suit and she looked in the mirror here she stood in her cloth diaper, not only that she had been so nervous one point today that she shit herself, oh the embarrassment she could swear everyone could tell, she changed out of it and cleaned herself off
She went to her drawer and disappointing only saw one diaper left, she would have to do laundry unfortunately the washer was already running
She put on the diaper had dinner and went to sleep
That night It hounded at her just because she got yelled by her superiors she shit herself her mined just kept coming back to it probably everyone could tell yet soon she drifted to sleep
She woke up and crawled out of bed with a ringing at the door she was too tired to be self aware she grabbed her mug of coffee downed most of it and went to the door not bothering to check who it was and flung it open to see a door to door salesman she panicked and came to her senses and immediately started pissing her already wet diaper
wearing nothing else besides her diaper and bra
the door to door salesman saw her fling open the door and immediately piss herself and leak onto the floor He just backed away
She shut the door in an panicking fluster”i just pissed my self in front of a random person”and in this panic she promptly sat down and tried to calm down she relaxed her muscles... all of them and she sat there as she unloaded her bladder... and her... bowls shoving a massive mess into her diaper
After ten minutes she calmed down mopped the floor and cleaned up throwing all her diapers into the washer to find she had no detergent
She never was fully toilet trained she always wet the bed and pisses herself constantly its just how it was...
She pulled a pair of pink ruffle panties and hoped nothing bad would happen as unprotected as she was she put on some white leggings and short shorts she climbed in her car
After a thirty minutes drive she exits her car and walks across the parking lot soon she walks in the store as she walks along she sees one of her employees about ten feet away in the hygiene aisle, it was Evelyn who looked slyly grinned lifted up her skirt revealing a slim white pull-up and Sonia watched as she began pissing herself...willingly? Sonia wondered what would make her do such a thing before Evelyn bent her knees slightly and shit herself then bent over seeming showing off and picked up a box of pull-ups she set down as well as a bottle of baby powder
Sonia decided it wasn’t her business and got detergent checked and went to the bathroom before leaving only to walk in and see Evelyn from below the stall pulling down a messy pull-up and sliding on a fresh one “ how could she not care like that anyone could see” Sonia wondered suddenly she heard the sound of the stall door being unlocked Sonia swiftly fled from the restroom and walk towards the door while nervously thinking” shes behind she will recognize me she has to be behind me she must know my secret but i cant look behind me then she will know i know” suddenly her knees locked up as a spirt of urine slipped out she clenched as hard as she could but that only made it worse as urine cascaded through her shorts down her leggings and leaving a discolored stain on her pink panties
She went home thoughtless
took the wet shorts leggings and panties off And started a load of laundry
She Put on a pair of pink panties and climbed in bed and fell asleep despite it only being noon
Sonia woke up too the same loud annoying alarm clock a quick slap was all it needed to quite down
she sat up slowly and felt a coldness, she lifted up the covers to see that the pink panties she was wearing had done nothing to stop bed wetting ... again not only that, she had shit herself in her sleep sadly this wasn’t new after a second she felt the need to go again and decided it wasn’t worth getting up, she freely released what she could of held easily the warm liquid spreading through her panties and leaking onto the bed...she laid in her mess for thirty minutes, before getting up making and eating breakfast then getting changed
Soon she laid down gave herself a heavy coating of baby powder and slipping the pink childish cloth diaper and attaching the velcro that held it on
She pulled the same pink ruffle panties as yesterday that now had an stain to remind her of that incident she put on a suit and went to work...
She watched the camera feed as the two of them ripped through her guards and finished downing her water bottle right at they finished up after a minute of Evelyn changing they entered the room she tried to be as intimidating as one can possibly be while pissing herself in fear
Chapter six
Ending
They looked each other in the eyes and Sonia charged forwards only for Armani to punch her Sonia fell onto her knees and let it go as she released a massive mess into her diaper
Only seconds later it was followed up by Armani doing the same as the tight constants of the pull-up push it against her skin
Armani sat down beside Sonia and asked “join us” “yes” she replied simply “well now we have to get out of here”Armani stated”we also all need to get changed” Sonia pointed out Sonia stood up and opened one of her desk drawers and pulled out a bag of wet wipes and a cloth diaper she changed herself while Armani woke up Evelyn” wake up” Armani said before slapping her...hard
After a few minutes they got Evelyn up to speed then she changed into a new white pull-up and Now it was Armani’s turn “ do you have anymore pull-ups” she asked “nope” Evelyn replied sassily” you just have to wear the princess one” Evelyn finished Armani cleaned up but felt ashamed to be putting on the colorful pull-up yet she found it strangely attractive she put it on grabbed all the clothes on the floor only bothering to put on the onesie soon they departed headed for Armani’s house
When they got there Armani gathered all her stuff and loaded it into the suv soon they were bound for Sonia’s home in which there were moving into” your house was on the map you will be safer here”as they pulled up in front of a large house they upon entering they Evelyn and Armani stood in awe of the overly fanciful house Armani stood and didn’t particularly notice the urine flooding out with a hissssss Evelyn looked over and said”that impressive huh” Armani only then felt the wetness between her thighs she blushed with embarrassment “i see were your coming from” Evelyn said with a hissss of her own
After an hour of two Evelyn went to the store to get some things and Armani finished getting everything moved in then she laid down on the couch and took a nap
Armani is awoken with a sharp pain and felt a mess entering her pull-up she looked up to see Evelyn had been pushing down on her abdomen “what was that for” she asked “nothing in particular” Evelyn replied just we’ve have been told to lay low for about a month, also catch” she says tossing a 115 pack of pull-ups “for you”
* a month later
Armani entered the building to see Evelyn lounging about”rough day?” She asked mocking the large wet spot on her pants and had a leaking pull-up
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to”Armani stated before walking off to her room
Armani had another lead on the case but first she needed to clean up first...
she walked over to the dresser she kept her pull-ups in she found it to be near empty only two left she didn’t think she went through them so quickly she only used four or five a day and often one at night and she had pretty regular accidents but rarely messed “ehh “she thought “it won’t be a problem as she put on the second to last one and shoved to other in her bag along with a pair of panties just in case
She put on some clothes threw on her coat and called” i will be back in a few
She walked out the door and drove off
Whey they had asked Sonia what she knew about the murder she proclaimed that she only organized it she had no part in the motive
Armani Was driving lone forest roads on a cold day to a hidden outpost she only saw the coronets to coronets that she saw while looking through Sonia’s computer
She stepped out of the car and immediately felt a chill run through her body
but sure enough she found a door to a concrete bunker she made sure her revolver was loaded she placed the explosives by the door lit the fuse and dived for cover she landed unsure if it had it properly only for the blast boom through the empty forest, causing a pleasant warmth too grow between her thighs...
she stood up and stepped past the rubble of the door she shivered seeing that it was only colder down there she descended down the damp concrete stairs
She came to a door with the temperature being about thirty degrees and a clamminess settling in where the fabric of the pull-up had been saturated none the lest she cracked the door to see only only one guard who was wearing a heavy button-up one piece jumpsuit the guard Strangely the guard had a look of desperation with her eyes close and her jaw clenched the women twisting and pushing her legs together in a attempt to hold it in “she must be desperate”
, she took aim at said guard and she tensed up she pulled the trigger a small amount of urine leaking out and click the gun misfired, Armani felt the urine flood and leak out of her pull-up while the women turned only to see Armani and a brief expression of fear ran across her face before a wave of relief “she must not piss herself very often” Armani thought
The women held the face of simple relief for a minute Armani looked down at the women’s crotch to see no wetness “this job must require her to wear a diaper”Armani considered as the guard seeing Armani blushed violently her face red with embarrassment she just fell over and passed out with shame
Armani walked up and unbuttoned the jumpsuit to she too see she was wearing regular panties but they were soaked through with a large mess in the back, she looked to see that the suit itself had what looked like a cloth diaper built in between the legs
Armani looked around to find a locker with a identical jumpsuit “this could be useful”Armani though as she shoved it in her bag in said locker she also found a bag of wet wipes that she used to clean up and change into her last pull-up she slipped it one the fabric being cold against her skin
She continued down a long hallway finally entering a room with a long row of cells only for a swift all oxygen cut off from her brain she collapsed the women stood over Armani’s unconscious body “suspect apprehended” she said into a radio
she noticed a puddle leaking out and lifted up Armani’s skirt “place her in cell six B” “and bring her a diaper change”
Evelyn laid about bored and alone in the large house wearing only her undergarments and a childishly printed pull-up she decided too snoop around some
She came too Sonia’s room and began rummaging in her drawers Evelyn laughed loudly and she looked in Sonia’s bottom drawer “all of her panties and diaper are pink” she says cracking up see sees a pair different from to rest... a dark blue pull on swim diaper “oh i have to try this on” she says along with grabbing a pink bikini top from her room she took off her wet pull-up and slipped a clean one with the swim diaper over it she put on a bikini top and despite to being fifty degrees she dived in and stayed perfectly dry she swam back up and took a deep breath then swam to the bottom “now for the final test” she thought as she flooded into the diaper she felt a stark contrast between the cold water and the warmth between her thighs she was happy” wait till i put one on Armani” she joked
Sonia stood yelling at one of her employees ‘what do you mean you lost it” she demanded in her most intimidating voice as a steady flow of urine was absorbed by her diaper , “ i must of been pick pocketed or something the hard drive was in my pocket one second gone the next” the employee stated in a panic squirming“please don’t fi-“ she was cut off by a long hissss as she jammed her legs together in a attempt to stem the flow the employee drooped her head in shame “I’m sorry i yelled” Sonia said apologizing “go get yourself cleaned up and take the day off “Sonia said “can you keep a secret “Sonia asked, the women nodded Sonia stood up and pulled down her pants and undergarments giving the women a flash of her wet pink cloth diaper before pulling her pants back up
The women smile and thanked Sonia on her way out
Only minutes later a video call appeared on all her screens “ have you apprehended the targets yet Sonia” the voice asked menacingly “no i have not” Sonia replied while pissing herself violently “do so swiftly” and the call ended
Sonia hoped they didn’t notice the urine that was still running down her legs
Armani slowly opened her eyes as she began recollecting what lead her here soon she snapped awake she was suspended form the ceiling about ten feet above the ground held up by two long elastic ropes connected to a harness she was wearing that had belts holding each thigh connected to a belt on her hips similar too what a bungee jumper would use the only difference being the locks holding it on she also noticed the new pull-up she was wearing that depicted cartoonish cheerleaders wearing oversized diapers she felt embarrassed that not only someone had changed her that they put that on her, it was dry... for now
She soon realized her hands were gripped onto two handles on the elastic rope as soon as she released them for a moment she held shakily upright until something hit her in the back shooting urine into the aforementioned pull-up she flipped upside down and swinging back and forth before she saw the guard that must of captured her who was wearing a jumpsuit that must of been the guards uniform “so your awake” the guard said joyfully “ i haven’t reported your capture to headquarters yet... lets talk first” she says Armani looked and said” have i seen you before”
The women laughed” i was about to bring that up you the one who stole me uniform off my unconscious body and left me to be A LAUGHINGSTOCK” she raged
“Now its my turn” she hits a button on a small remote the ropes expand and contract swinging Armani around each sharp turn shooting a little more urine into the pull-up
And it stops leaving Armani hanging upside down and finally lets loose as a yellow streams run out of the top of the pull-up down her chest and thankfully missing her head
“WHO IS THE BABY NOW” the guard screamed maniacally
As Armani hung upside down she slowly and inconspicuous reached into a hidden pocket and pointed the small pistol at the guard the pistol made a quiet crack as the small bullet stuck the remote the cables released Armani hit the ground with a dive roll swiftly upper cutting the guard knocking her to the ground
Sonia arrived home to see Evelyn laying back in the pool she walked up Evelyn looked and said” drink too much at the office?” In a snarky tone
“if you made a mess in then pool your cleaning it” Sonia scolded she couldn’t see what Evelyn was wearing “you want a peek” Evelyn said seductively before strutting out of the pool showing off the blue swim diaper that had a large bulge in the back
“Is that-” “yes”” did you-“ “also yes” “have you seen-“” she left””want me to join you””.......yes”
Sonia stepped inside went to her room peeled off her wet pants and slid down her panties, she sighed and looked in the mirror, the bottom of the diaper was soaked through...it was shameful.
She put on a fresh cloth diaper then slid on the swim diaper they really didn’t absorb that much and were covers more than anything else
She put on a matching blue tie on bikini top and a swim skirt she looked out the window her room was on the third floor with a balcony above the pool
She stood atop the railing bent her knees and jumped
as she fell everything felt like slow motion as she fell through the air her bladder released... so did her bowls.
Armani swiftly reached into a pocket of the dazed women’s the jumpsuit and pulled out what seemed to be a spare remote she set a 30 minute timer on it and in a cruel twist tore the guards jumpsuit off too see her beige panties it looked like she had been relying on the jumpsuit based of the countless resent stains but they were dry
lowered another harness down and latched it on the guard clicking the lock shut and shoved the key into her shirt pocket
the guard jolted up only too see the spare remote on the ground then to see Armani step on the raise max button and both began being pulled by the powerful winches hundreds of feet above them
They stopped at forty feet the limit they would go with someone in them
“Now here’s a fight” Armani said as she started swinging back and forth
The guard said nothing as she twisted her legs together “I wish I was wearing a diaper” she thought nervously
soon Armani swung back and put her feet forward hitting the guard with a massive kick
the guards hands would of immediately shot to her crotch if not for the fact she had to hold on to the handles to stay upright tears rolled from her eyes as Armani watched as the nice beige color of her panties swiftly formed into a dark spot it was all clear too see the harness not helping and it covered nothing urine ran down her legs as she lost all control in a clear display of defeat she went limp no longer holding her legs together let a mess push clearly push into her panties
Armani just let go in her pull-up she had no point trying to hold it for twenty more minutes
Sonia hit the water the... contents of her diaper settled down
Evelyn looked starstruck “Did you just-“ “yes””are you-“ yeah””did you p-“shamefully”yes and yes”
“one last question”Evelyn stated
“yeah” Sonia replied
“whats with the eye”Evelyn asked “it was only a contact
They both settled down in the pool and relaxed
Armani hung there”only ten minutes left” she thought as the other women hung there limp Armani watched as more urine freely spilled out rewetting her panties Armani also felt more urine get absorbed into the near full pull-up as suddenly she felt a jerk so did the guard as she lifted her head up they began lowering soon they hit base the harnesses unlocked automatically the guard seemed to disappear
Armani took off the pull-up rolled it up and tossed it into the corner of the room she did a full search of the abandoned jumpsuit the the sewn in diaper was soaked and a single hard drive was found she slipped it into her shirt pocket she found her bag right outside the room she choose too just put on her panties a pair of emerald green silk panties
Armani found most of her things that had been stuffed in her bag sadly it lacked one thing...pants
she left the same way she came
Evelyn and Sonia had been relaxing in the pool when Armani’s car pulled up and she ran inside “was she wearing and pants” Evelyn asked “well neither are we” Sonia replayed jokingly “it’s about time to get out””yeah”
Armani rushed to the nearest computer not even bothering to get cleaned up she slammed the hard drive in and opened it up...it was a text file with a long chunk of numbers and some orders she input the numbers into a maps program and the spot showed...in the middle of a lake nine hours away |
19 year old Alec woke up bright and early since he was to excited to sleep. He was finally going to see IT chapter 2 and he was so excited, he waited forever for this movie to come out and wanted to be one of the first to see it. Only problem was he was going alone, he was the only horror fan in his family and friends so that lead him to usually seeing those types of movies alone, but Alec didn’t care as long as he saw it. The move started at 7:00pm so that meant he had to wait all day for it. He went to eat breakfast and after he played Assassin’s Creed on his PS4. As the movie started at 7:00pm and was around 3 hours that meant he would not get home till after ten. When it finally was 6:00pm he decided to get ready. He put on a pair of white briefs and his tight, ripped black pants. Since it was usually cold at his local movie theater he decided to wear a t shirt with his black hoodie. He went to the bathroom and decided to paint his nails black. When he got to the movie he was early he decided to use the bathroom again as the movie was very long and he didn’t want to miss anything. After he finished he exited the bathroom and got in line for a drink. In line he considered getting a small drink as he didn’t want to get up a miss the movie but after debating it he decided to go with the Large as he had a strong bladder and willpower, after all he just went to the bathroom. He ordered his drink and went to find his seat in the theater the movie was playing in. He sat in the back so he could have a good view of the theater. As he waited for the movie to begin he played on his phone. The theater he was in quickly filled up, it was the first day, and since he sat in the middle of the back row he was trapped. Alec thought to himself so much for getting up to pee smiling to himself(he may have not planned to get up but he like that the option was there). As the movie begin he started drinking his drank. During the movie he couldn’t help but notice how many people got up to go to the bathroom and he thought to himself he was glade he wasn't them. After about an hour he finished with his drink and felt the need to pee. It wasn’t bad but he didn’t want to risk it getting worse so he put down his drink and crossed his legs. Alec rested one hand on the armrest and the other on his knee trying not to think how he needed to pee and focus on the movie. But the need just kept increasing at a rapid rate and his mind went back to his need. He uncrossed his legs so that he could grab himself and with his legs no longer holding his bladder he felt just how bad he needed to pee. Why do I need to pee so bad, this is the worst I have ever needed to pee he thought to himself. He thought he might have to get up but he really didn’t want to but he knew missing a little of the movie was better then peeing himself. Just then he felt a leak and he quickly grabbed himself. Since it was dark he couldn’t see his pants to see if any damage was don’t and he defiantly didn’t want to get up to go to the bathroom in wet pants for people to see so he just crossed his legs again. Unfortunately he had to go so bad he couldn’t keep still. He uncrossed his legs and grabbed his crotch squirming in his seat. He felt another leak and this time he felt it run down his leg. He took out his phone and sneaked a look at his pants. To his horror he saw his black pants where darker and wet around his crouch with a faint line down his leg. All a sudden a huge wave of desperation hit him and he quickly grabbed himself. But not before he leaked again and this time with the light of his phone on he saw the pee on his leg though the rips in his pants. The wave came back and stronger this time. Unable to hold back Alex started peeing, he tried everything he could think of to stop the flow he grabbed himself harder and tried crossing his legs but nothing worked. The pee pooled on his seat dripping to the floor. He quickly stood up still peeing and grabbed himself in one last attempt to stop the flow. Unfortunately no luck the pee just ran on his hand and down his legs, making a puddle on the floor. He finally finished and he knew everyone in the theater had to know what happened. He ran out of the theater to the bathroom to look at the damage. Luckily for him the bathroom was next to his theater. When he got in the stall he took a look at his pants and saw they were soaked in his urine. He looked at his nails worried his pee may have ruined his painted nails. To his pleasure that didn’t happen his nails were still painted black. He didn’t even look at his briefs since he knew they were soaked since his pants was. He still had over an hour of movie left so he decided to finish it in his soaked pants since he had no other cloths. When he got back to his seat he saw his puddle and thought to himself wow, it’s big how could I pee that much after I went before the movie. He sat in his seat feeling there was still a puddle in it but he didn’t care after all he was already soaked. He crossed his legs putting a hand on his knee smiling to himself he finally could enjoy the movie. |
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19 year old Alec woke up bright and early, since he was too excited to sleep. He was finally going to see IT chapter 2 and he was so excited; he had waited forever for the movie to come out and wanted to be one of the first to see it. Only problem was he was going alone; he was the only horror fan in his family and friends, so that lead to him usually seeing those types of movies alone. But Alec didn’t care as long as he saw it.
The move started at 7:00 pm, so that meant he had to wait all day for it. He went to eat breakfast, then he played Assassin’s Creed on his PS4. As the movie started at 7:00pm and was around 3 hours, that meant he would not get home till after ten.
When it was finally 6:00 pm, Alec decided to get ready. He put on a pair of white briefs and his tight, ripped black pants. Since it was usually cold at his local movie theater, he decided to wear a t shirt with his black hoodie. He went to the bathroom and decided to paint his nails black.
When he got to the movie, he was early, so he decided to use the bathroom again, as the movie was very long and he didn’t want to miss anything. After he finished, he exited the bathroom and got in line for a drink. In line, he considered getting a small drink as he didn’t want to get up and miss the movie, but after debating it, he decided to go with the large as he had a strong bladder and willpower. After all, he had just gone to the bathroom. He ordered his drink and went to find his seat in the theater in which the movie was playing. He sat in the back so he could have a good view of the theater.
As he waited for the movie to begin, he played on his phone. The theater he was in quickly filled up as it was opening night. Since he was sitting in the middle of the back row, he was trapped. Alec thought to himself, "So much for getting up to pee," smiling to himself (he may have not planned to get up but he liked that the option was there).
As the movie began he started drinking his drink. During the movie he couldn’t help but notice how many people got up to go to the bathroom and he thought to himself that he was glad he wasn't them. After about an hour, he finished with his drink and felt the need to pee. It wasn’t bad, but he didn’t want to risk it getting worse, so he put down his drink and crossed his legs. Alec rested one hand on the armrest and the other on his knee trying not to think how he needed to pee and focus on the movie. But the need just kept increasing at a rapid rate and his mind went back to his need. He uncrossed his legs so that he could grab himself and with his legs no longer holding his bladder, he felt just how bad he needed to pee.
"Why do I need to pee so bad, this is the worst I have ever needed to pee," he thought to himself. He thought he might have to get up but he really didn’t want to, though he knew missing a little of the movie was better then peeing himself. Just then he felt a leak and he quickly grabbed himself. Since it was dark he couldn’t see his pants to see if any damage was done, and he definitely didn’t want to get up to go to the bathroom in wet pants for people to see, so he just crossed his legs again. Unfortunately he had to go so bad he couldn’t keep still. He uncrossed his legs and grabbed his crotch, squirming in his seat. He felt another leak and this time he felt it run down his leg. He took out his phone and snuck a look at his pants. To his horror, he saw his black pants were darker and wet around his crotch, with a faint line down his leg.
All of a sudden, a huge wave of desperation hit him and he quickly grabbed himself, but not before he leaked again. This time, with the light of his phone, he saw the pee on his leg through the rips in his pants. The wave came back and stronger this time. Unable to hold back, Alex started peeing. He tried everything he could think of to stop the flow: he grabbed himself harder and tried crossing his legs, but nothing worked. The pee pooled on his seat, dripping to the floor. He quickly stood up, still peeing, and grabbed himself in one last attempt to stop the flow. Unfortunately, no luck: the pee just ran on his hand and down his legs, making a puddle on the floor. He finally finished and he knew everyone in the theater had to know what had happened.
He ran out of the theater to the bathroom to look at the damage. Luckily for him, the bathroom was next to his theater. When he got in the stall, he took a look at his pants and saw they were soaked in his urine. He looked at his nails, worried his pee may have ruined his painted nails. To his pleasure, that didn’t happen; his nails were still painted black. He didn’t even look at his briefs since he knew they were soaked given that his pants were. He still had over an hour of movie left, so he decided to finish it in his soaked pants, since he had no other clothes.
When he got back to his seat, he saw his puddle and thought to himself, "wow, it’s big! How could I pee that much after I went before the movie?" He sat in his seat, feeling there was still a puddle in it, but he didn’t care. After all, he was already soaked. He crossed his legs, putting a hand on his knee and smiling to himself. He finally could enjoy the movie. |
(Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.)
Footsteps could be heard inside a cave. This cave was being explored by the princess of Hyrule....Zelda. Zelda was sitting on the back of a giant ox with a torch in one of her hands. In front of her was her appointed knight,Link. He was walking on foot and he was also holding a torch. Right now,The two hylians we're making their way through a cave. With the only sources of light being their torches and the crystals on the wall. Zelda looked at the floor and saw some magenta smoke on the ground. This smoke was known as "Malice" and the source of it was located inside this cave. A lot of malice has been appearing from the ground lately. So Zelda and Link decided to explore the cave in order to find the source.
Zelda had an uncomfortable look on her face. The cave was a bit ominous,but that's not what made her uncomfortable. She neglected to use a ladies room before leaving and she was now starting to regret it. She couldn't really cross her legs to ease the pressure and she had both of her hands full right now.
"Ah...." She heard a voice up ahead.
Zelda stared at Link,who was looking around. His eyes seemed to be locked on the small green aura that was floating around. The Aura seemed the spell something out,But Zelda couldn't make out what.
"I think we might be close..." Zelda said as she kept staring at the aura. Until her bladder urged her to keep moving.
"Come on,Let's continue...." Zelda said. The ox started moving again while Link nodded. Zelda looked around the cave and saw all the glowing crystals that were stuck on the walls. It was a pretty sight,But not enough to keep Zelda completely distracted from her need to pee. After a while,The Princess and her knight reached a bridge. By this point,Zelda was shaking her legs. If it weren't for the fact that she was on the back of an ox,she would be crossing her legs right now. Zelda looked at the walls while the ox slowly crossed the bridge. The glowing ore on the wall was a very pretty sight,But Zelda could hear the sound of a waterfall while looking at them. Zelda looked below the bridge and saw a flowing river. The sight of this river caused Zelda to feel a stronger pressure in her bladder. The two hylians made it across the bridge and continued to follow the path ahead of them.
Zelda was still shaking her legs,but now she was doing it a bit faster. Despite the fact that she needed to pee pretty badly right now,she couldn't bring herself to ask link for a quick break. Just the thought of her doing so was felt embarrassing to her. Because she was distracted by her thoughts,she didn't notice Link stopping in front of a wall. Link turned around and cleared his throat. Immediately,Zelda snapped out of her thoughts and stopped shaking her legs.
"Y-Yes,Link?" Zelda asked. Link pointed at the wall he was staring at and brought his torch closer to it. Zelda decided to get off the ox in order to take a closer look. But upon landing,a wave of pressure went through Zelda's body. She quickly grabbed herself with her free hand and tried to keep her bladder from leaking.
"Hmm?" The noise link made immediately made her stand upright.
"Y-Yeah,I'm fine." Zelda said with a fake smile. Link stared at the princess for a few agonizing seconds and then looked back at the wall. Zelda slowly approached the wall. While doing so,she had one hand between her legs. She let go once she was in Link's sight. She moved the torch closer to the wall so that she could see the drawings more clearly. She had some trouble focusing on the drawings due to her bladder pressuring her. After a few seconds,She managed to make out what was on the wall.
"It seems to be a drawing of Ganon." Zelda told Link. She then walked back to her Ox. She stood still for a few seconds with her legs crossed. She turned around and quickly uncrossed them when she saw Link staring at her.
"D-Don't worry. Everything is fine. Let's continue. We're getting close!" Zelda said while trying to hide her desperation. Link held her torch for her while she got back on the Ox's back. The two continued following the path up ahead.
There weren't any clues or obstacles for the remainder of the walk. Despite this,Zelda was looking around with concern. Her bladder was very full right now and she was beginning to doubt she could hold it in until they reached their destination. The ox stopped moving,snapping Zelda out of her thoughts. Zelda looked around and the first think that appeared in her line of sight was a flowing river. Zelda looked away from the river. As it was only causing her bladder to pressure her more. She instead locked her eyes on Link,who was standing there with one hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Link?" Zelda asked. She got off the Ox again and tried to ignore the powerful twinge she felt upon landing.
"Link,What's the matter?" Zelda asked as she approached Link. It didn't take long for Zelda to figure out why the stopped. She saw a bunch of Malice flowing towards her and Link. A pair of Cursed Bokoblins emerged out of the Malice and floated towards Link. Zelda let out a gasp,While Link struck one of the Bokoblins with his torch. The torch broke and the Bokoblin exploded into a puff of purple smoke. Link then unsheathed his sword and attacked the other Bokoblin. More cursed Bokoblins emerged from the Malice. Zelda backed away from Link and hid behind her Ox. Two Bokoblins floated towards Link and tried to strike him. Link backflipped away from them and then struck both of them down with a Spin attack. Link stopped spinning and started at another incoming Bokoblin. Link leaped towards the Bokoblin and destroyed it with a downward swing of his sword.
Zelda watched in awe as Link fought against the Cursed Bokoblins that continued to emerge from the Malice. Her attention was quickly pulled away from Link however,as she felt another surge going through her bladder. She looked around while shifting her weight from foot to another. She was very close to her limit now and the river that was next to her only made it more difficult for her to hold it in.
Zelda frantically looked around until a Cursed Bokoblin appeared right in her face. Zelda let out a scream and took a few steps back. The scare caused a spurt of urine to escape from her bladder. Zelda quickly used her free hand to prevent anymore spurts. She then looked at the The Bokoblin and saw more of them floating behind it. Zelda closed her eyes and braced herself for the attack.
But then she heard the sound of an impact. She opened one of her eyes and saw Link slashing the Bokoblins that were right in front of her. One of the Bokoblins dived towards him,But link ducked under it and finished off all the Bokoblins by performing a spin attack. Zelda opened both of her eyes and looked around. There weren't any more cursed Bokoblins in sight and the Malice that they emerged from them also disappeared. Zelda looked back at Link with a smile.
"Link....i-" She stopped mid-sentence when she felt another spurt escaped from her bladder.
"Ahh!" Zelda crossed her legs and hunched over. Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned red when she realized she did that in front of Link. Link took a few steps towards Zelda with a concerned look on his face.
"I...I'm...." Zelda looked around with a distressed look on her face. She couldn't hide it anymore.
"P-please hold this..." Zelda said as she handed her torch over to Link. Link stared at the torch in confusion and then back at Zelda,who was running towards a boulder.
"Please stay right there!" Zelda said as she kept running. She hid behind the boulder and frantically looked around. The fact that she was doing this embarrassed her,but she didn't have a choice. It was either here,or in her pants.
Zelda pulled down her pants and panties,Exposing her butt for everyone to see. Luckily,there were no monster there to see her,at least she hoped so. She squatted down and looked around while breathing heavily. After a few seconds,a stream of pee jetted out of her womanhood. Zelda let out a loud moan while her stream splattered against the ground and darkened it. Zelda let out a relaxed sigh as the stream continued and created a puddle on the darkened ground.
Meanwhile,Link was staring at the boulder she hid behind. He couldn't hear the stream,but he could hear the noises that Zelda was making while peeing. He blushed and turned around,Waiting for Zelda to be done with her business. Zelda steadied her breathing as her stream continued. Zelda then looked at the boulder while her cheeks slowly turned red. Link may not be able to see her,but she was sure he could hear the embarrassing noises she just made. Zelda just covered her face and waited for her bladder to be completely emptied. After what felt like a full minute,her stream stopped. She got up and pulled her pants and panties back up. She winced as she could feel her wet panties against her womanhood. She walked away from the building and slowly approached Link,who was facing away from her.
"Link....I'm sorry..."
Link turned around and saw Zelda standing there. Her face was red and she wasn't staring at him directly.
"I....should've used the ladies room before we left." Zelda said. Link slowly approached the princess and placed a hand on her shoulder.
Zelda looked him in the eyes. He smiled at her and gave her an understanding not. Zelda stared back at him with a surprised look on her face. Surprised that he wasn't ashamed of her.
"You're....Not disgusted?" Zelda asked. Link shook his head and let go of Zelda. The surprised look was still on Zelda's face,but it slowly turned into a smile. The two stared at each other for a few seconds until they noticed the green aura floating around them. Zelda turned around and saw more of that aura flowing towards her and link. It was the same aura as before,but now there was more.
"I think we're very close. Let's continue." Zelda said. Link nodded and started walking. Zelda walked up to her Ox and got on it's back. The ox then started moving and following Link again. Zelda stared at Link with a smile on her face as they got closer and closer to the source of all that aura. |
Zach woke up bright and early and basically jumped out of bed. He thought he hurt something in his right leg but he didn’t care and it seemed okay. He was excited because he was spending the weekend camping with his two best friends; Mike and Josh and not only that but with the guy he had a secret crush on, Teagan.
As Zach packed he couldn’t help but to think about his trip and of course Teagan. Smiling to himself he finished packing and went to take a hot shower.
Turning on the water to H, for hot, Zach noticed he need to pee. So as the water heated he used the toilet. After he finished peeing the water was okay so he got in the shower.
Once in the shower Zach tried his best to enjoy it since he wasn't sure if this camp had good showers. While he was in the shower he got a text from Mike saying Josh and Teagan as well as himself were ready to go and just waiting on him.
Zach didn’t see the text from Mike till he got out of the shower. Not wanting to make his friends wait he hurried up and got ready. He throw on some boxers with a clean pair of jeans with a belt and went to find a shirt. As he put on a shirt he texted Mike that he was ready.
Not even 10 minutes have passed since he texted Mike that he was ready he heard Mikes car pull in his drive way. Hurrying up he grabbed his bag and ran outside to met Mike. Luckily for him once he got outside he saw Mike and Josh in the front so that meant he got to sit in the back with Teagan.
As he got in the car he felt his leg hurt but ignored saying hello to Teagan with a smile. As he got in he also said hi to Mike and Josh while he got his seat belt on. As Zach got settled they backed out and were off.
Mike was driving so he got to pick where they stopped so it surprised them all when Mike pulled into Starbucks. They all got Fraps as none of them liked coffee. They all got Vetnis(The largest size) Double Chocolate Chip.
Right as they finished their drinks Mike pulled into there campsite. They all got out and helped unload the car. Once everything was out they decided to set up the tents but first they had to decided who was sleeping with who since they only had two tents. They decided they would sleep with who was besides them in the car. That was awesome for Zach as he was by Teagan so that meant Teagan and himself was sharing a tent.
Zach grabbed the rent with Teagan and found a nice area under a tree to set it up. Teagan and Zach began setting up the tent when Zach felt his leg hurt again. He ignored it again and focused on the tent but when he knelt down he felt something snap in his leg and he cried out in pain. Teagan, Mike, and Josh hurried over to see what was wrong.
They found Zechariah on the ground clutching his right leg. All of the asked him what was wrong at the same time but Zach was in to much pain to answer.
After a while Zach tried to get up with the help of his friend thinking he would just walk it off. Nope, he just fell back to the ground. Not sure what to do they all carried Zach to a nearby table laying him down on it.
After they done so they all talked about what they should do and decided they would stay the night since it was getting late and see how Zach felt in the morning. After they decided they went to finish the tents.
While they did that Zach fell asleep on the table. After a while Zach woke up at first everything seemed fine but he soon realized he had to pee and bad. He tried to get up but his leg was still no good so he called his friends. No response. Zach thought to himself where were they? And why did they leave him? Right then he heard a tent open and saw Teagan get out of their tent.
He came over asking how was his leg. Zach replied not great. He then asked Teagan to help him to the bathroom since he really had to pee. Teagan wasn't sure if he could carry Zach on his own so he want to wait for Mike and Josh but Zach said he really had to go.
So Teagan started to carry Zach on his own. It was easier then he thought but he had to go slow. Zach told Teagan to hurry or he would wet himself he had to go so bad. Teagan went as fast as he could as Zach looked as desperate as he said holding himself though his light jeans.
Finally they got to the bathroom to see Mike waiting outside. When he saw Teagan and Zach he ran over to them. Seeing Zach he realized he must have to pee and bad.
Unfortunately, there was only one toilet and Josh was using it. Zach had to wait. He could barley hold it but he couldn’t wet himself in front of Mike and epically in front of Teagan. Zach felt a leake and hold himself even tighter.
Finally Josh came out and Zach was free to go in. Teagan helped him in but as he went to leave Zach asked him to help undo his jeans and belt. Heisting Teagan agreed knowing he might see Zech exposed but he want to help a friend. Teagan walk over to Zach and undo his belt for him. But when he went for the jeans he couldn’t get the zipper down.
Zach told him to hurry as in a second he would wet himself. Unfortunately, Teagan had no luck and Zach was right. What started as a leak turned into a steady flow which turned into a dam breaking. Zach stuttered T...T...Teagan it’s happing. Shocked at this Teagan remove his hands as he watched his friend wet himself in front of him. The pee ran down Zach’s legs making a huge pee puddle on the ground.
Teagan unfortunately, had to stand in the puddle hold Zach up. All Zach could do was stand there Wetting himself. It felt so good since Zach had to go so bad. After what felt like a hour Zach’s bladder was empty. Zach apologized to Teagan but Teagan said it was okay. Beside Teagan thought to himself Zach looked cute peeing himself.
Tegan helped Zach out and Mike and Josh were waiting outside. They were shocked to see Zach didn’t make it. Josh apologized for taking so long in the bathroom. Zach just nodded and said nothing. Back at camp Mike and Josh went in there tent after saying good night to Teagan and Zach. Teagan helped Zach to the tent and once there helped him inside. Once inside Teagan felt his heartbeat go faster and faster. He closed the door and kissed Zach on the cheek. |
A/N: This is an alternative ending/continuation of DeviantArtist spd243's Omorashi story "Sonic X Short: Opera Emergency", permission given by spd243 themselves. I recommend reading that first to get the full idea on what happened. https://www.deviantart.com/spd243/art/Sonic-X-Short-Opera-Emergency-282317046
Warning: May have themes of Sonadow.
Sonic X Short: Opera Emergency Alternative: After The Opera
"Sonic, you completely ruined this entire night for my sister!" Lindsey growled a bit, "What were you thinking, sneaking into the girls bathroom?! Are you trying to cause trouble on purpose?!"
"N-No…it's not that at all," Sonic answered, "I-I just had to…"
"I tried to be reasonable and bring you along, hoping that nothing would ruin this amazing night, but I guess I was wrong," Lindsey huffed.
"Mrs. Thorndyke, I'm really sorry, but I didn't mean to do what I did," Sonic apologized, "I really needed to…"
"Man Sonic! Are you desperate to see some naked females or what?" Knuckles laughed.
"Tell me Faker, what did you think once you snuck inside the women's restroom?" Shadow snickered.
"Guys, just leave him be," Chris said, "He'll surely get the punishment of a lifetime once we get home."
Sonic whimpered as he heard that. He had no doubt that Lindsey would have something hideous waiting for him back home. If only she would take the time to listen, perhaps she would understand. Perhaps they would all understand. It's not his fault his bladder was too stubborn to wait in that line for the men's room.
Speaking of his bladder, Sonic let out a small squeak as a surge of desperation washed over him. He still really had to go, but now that he was in the car there was nowhere he could do so. Tears filled his eyes as he quickly crossed his legs as tight as he could, trying not to have an accident as he was sure that it would only make Lindsey more upset.
Shadow, who was actually sitting next to the blue hedgehog, took notice of how desperate he was and surprisingly started to feel a little bad for him. He remembers the many accidents he used to have back on the ARK due to getting lost. It was not a fun feeling.
"Is there anywhere we can pull over?" He asked the human woman.
Shadow's question caught the attention of everyone in the car, including Sonic's. Why would the ebony hedgehog ask that?
"What for?" Lindsey asked him.
"Because I just realized why Sonic went into the women's room." Shadow answered before turning his attention to the hedgehog next to him. "You have to go, don't you?"
Sonic's face went beet red. Yes, he was trying to tell them before, but nobody would listen, so he just gave up, thinking nobody would care, and tried to play it off. However, he no longer could do so as he started fidgeting in his seat uncontrollably and the tears started rolling down his face.
"YES!" He cried. "I have to go really badly! I had to go back at the opera, but there was a line for the men's room and I didn't know what to do! That's why I went into the women's room! I thought I could just quickly go and leave without being noticed, but I was caught, as you know! I was trying to tell you but nobody would listen! And now I'm really desperate and I don't know how much longer I can hold it!"
Sonic whimpered and cried as he was finally able to explain his actions. He wiggled and fidgeted, hands tucked between his tightly crossed legs as he forced his body to hold back the flood in his bladder. He was starting to feel numb down there, but continued to hold it.
The car was silent, except for Sonic's sniffling, as everyone relished on these new facts, especially Lindsey. When Sonic told her before back at the opera that he had to go, she thought he was just trying to get out of seeing the play. Now, she felt incredibly guilty for not believing him, or giving him a chance to explain himself. Now the poor dear was suffering.
"Ssshhh, it'll be alright, Faker." Shadow said comfortingly as he gently rubbed Sonic's back, trying to help him ease the pressure. He turned his gaze back to the Thorndyke woman. "Well?"
Lindsey knew what the ebony hedgehog was waiting for and she sighed.
"I'm afraid there's nowhere for him to go at the moment." She explained regrettably. "All the stores on this side of town allow the restrooms to customers only, and most of them don't even allow animals inside. Whether your Mobians or not, you're still animals." She sighed again. "I'm afraid he'll have to wait until we get back to the house."
"...Very well then." Shadow nodded, turning back to Sonic. "Think you can wait that long, Faker?"
"I… I… don't know." Sonic answered truthfully, his voice a little slurred. His whole lower body felt numb, but he was still fighting strong. His eyes were a bit glazed over and his face looked a little green. He didn't know what was happening to him. All he knew was that he suddenly felt sick.
Shadow noticed Sonic's condition and he immediately knew what was going on. Sonic wasn't gonna be able to make it back to the house. At least not in this car.
"Tell Tanaka to pull over." He ordered, unbuckling his and Sonic's seatbelt.
"But Mrs. Thorndyke said…" Tails started.
"I know what she said, but the more Sonic is forced to sit here and wait, the sicker he gets. He won't make it to the house by vehicle, so that's why I'm gonna carry him and run back to the house. I'll get him there way faster than this car will, so tell Tanaka to pull over."
Lindsey nodded and knocked on the little glass window, getting the Asian driver's attention. After she told him to pull over, he obediently did so and the car came to a slow stop. Once it did, Shadow sprang up from his seat and opened the door. He jumped out before he turned back around and reached back into the car, pulling the sick and desperate Sonic the Hedgehog out and holding him in a bridle style against his chest. He then quickly closes the door and took off back to the house. Sonic didn't have much time left.
"Just hang on there, Faker, we're almost there." The onyx hedgie whispered gently into the azure ear, trying to reassure him.
"Sh-Shadow." Sonic slurred pathetically, his head rolling side to side. "It hurts."
"I know it does, I know. Just hang on a little longer. We're not that far away."
Sonic whimpered and sniffed, his face buried in Shadow's white chest fur. He was feeling really sick, like he would vomit at any minute now. Despite the numb feeling in his lower half, a painful stinging was attacking his bladder and he had a powerful urge to open the floodgates right there and then. But he couldn't possibly. Not while Shadow was holding him. The ebony hedgehog would surely kill him. So, he just squeezed his legs together even tighter and kept a firm grip on his crotch, but it was doing very little at this point.
Small drips of urine were escaping from his bladder and dripping onto the ground. Sonic whimpered loudly as he felt a rather large dribble escape and roll off his tail before he was able to stop it.
Shadow took a glance off the road and looked at Sonic instead, noticing how much pain he was in and how much he was struggling. He saw the yellow stain on his rival's gloves and the little drips of urine dropping off his tail. He sighed. Sonic wasn't gonna make it, and he was only making himself more sick as he tried.
There was only one solution.
"Sonic," He spoke gently, using the hedgehog's real name, which immediately caught the blue one's attention. "It's ok. It's obvious you're not gonna make it, and you're just hurting yourself and making yourself more sick the longer you wait. I don't want you to suffer like that so… go ahead and go."
Sonic's face went entirely red. So red it would put Knuckles fur to shame. Shadow couldn't possibly suggesting… could he?
"But Shadow I can't." He whined. "It'll get all over you."
"I know and it's ok. I won't get mad, it was an accident. We'll both get cleaned up when we get back to the house. Just go ahead and go. I won't get mad, I promise."
Sonic didn't know what to say. How could Shadow suggest something so crude? He wasn't sure if he should or not, despite Shadow saying he wouldn't get mad. However, his bladder made the decision for him.
Sonic shivered and he groaned in almost pleasure as the urine in his body forced its way out in a forceful flow, unable to stop it. His face went from a sickly green to a flushed red as he peed, the feeling of relief touching his entire being. His gloves were getting soaked so he removed his hands and uncrossed his legs, allowing the stream to have more access. It fell in almost a waterfall like state, splashing against the ground and leaving a trail as Shadow continued to run.
Speaking of Shadow, as expected, the ebony hedgehog was not out of the line of fire. As Sonic soaked himself, he too was getting soaked just as he knew he would. Drops of sweat was pouring down his forehead nervously and he gave an embarrassed smile of understanding. He wasn't mad at all, just as he promised. It was his idea after all.
As Sonic's stream finally came to a stop he let out a sigh of relief. He was absolutely soaked, but at the moment, he didn't care. He was just glad the pressure was finally gone.
"Feel better?" Shadow asked him gently, gaining his attention again.
Realizing that Shadow was still there, Sonic froze. He was so embarrassed. He had just had an accident, and not only in front of his rival, but ON his rival as well. He was so embarrassed and scared. Shadow was gonna kill him, he was sure of it. Poor Sonic didn't know what else to do, so he started crying.
"Oh Sonic, sh sh sh. It's ok, it's ok." Shadow whispered, pulling the blue one close and comfortingly. "It's ok. Don't cry."
"I'm sorry, Shadow." Sonic whimpered. "I didn't mean to."
"It's ok, Sonic, it was an accident. Not only that, but it was my idea as well. I'm not mad, I swear it."
Sonic continued to sniff and cry, he was really upset. Shadow didn't like it. He needed a way to cheer him up. By now, they were in their neighborhood, so he slowed down to a walk, wanting to get the hedgehog to stop crying before they got home.
Suddenly, an idea came to him. It was a little crude and embarrassing, but it might just work.
Shadow walked up the corner of their block and stopped. Sonic was confused. Why had he stopped? He then felt Shadow stiffen, and then he heard the unmistakable sounds of hissing and splashing. Sonic looked down and he gasped when he noticed Shadow was purposely wetting himself.
"Shadow." Sonic blinked in surprise as he looked back up at him.
Shadow's eyes were closed and his face was flushed in embarrassment as he peed, soaking his own legs and covering his shoes, a rather large puddle forming underneath him. As he finally finished, he let out a sigh of relief and smiled at the blue hedgie.
"There, now you're not the only one who wet themselves."
"Y-you didn't have to do that." Sonic stuttered as Shadow began walking again, leaving behind footprints made of urine.
"I didn't want you to feel as if you were alone in this situation." Shadow sighed. "You were really upset and I didn't like it. So I thought that by wetting myself, I could share some of that embarrassment. Accidents happen, Sonic, and you are not the only one that they happen to."
Sonic didn't know what to say. He was so touched by Shadow's kind words and generous sacrifice. He never thought his rival would go to such lengths to cheer him up. It made him feel special. Loved and cared for.
"Thank you, Shadow."
Shadow smiled and placed a gentle kiss atop his forehead, something that Maria used to do to him to show she cared.
"You're welcome." He said as he finally entered the Thorndyke courtyard, which was still empty. The others hadn't made it back yet. "Now let's get inside and cleaned up. Then, we'll go out and I'll get you a chilli dog. My treat."
The End |
This cute story is a short one, my first attempt at omorashi fiction on this site.
Li Yanyan should have been having great fun. She was cycling home from work dressed in her smart white button up shirt and comfy red miniskirt, with the wind blowing through her hair under her helmet. But a gross misjudgement of her bladder capacity had left her in substantial pain. She had lost count of how much green tea she had drunk, and when she finished work, there was a queue for the toilet! Rather than wait around to use it and leave her boyfriend waiting at home, she decided to just hold it and cycle home.
Big mistake.
It might have been OK if traffic was clear, but traffic in Shenzhen was rarely clear, and she was stuck in a jam, absolutely bursting to wee, with no relief in sight. There had been an accident ahead, and the police were trying to sort it out. There was going to be a second accident if they didn't move soon, she thought, shuddering at the possibility. She couldn't wee her skirt, she was 20 years old. And what would her boyfriend think? She'd be in for a spanking for sure. She couldn't be so weak. She had to hold it, however painful it was. But she couldn't cross her legs or hold herself on her bicycle. She squirmed on her seat. How long was this going to take? The cute little shorts she wore as underwear beneath her skirt were still dry, but for how much longer? She knew she was only a few minutes away from starting to piddle in her skirt. But she had to hold it, however tempting it was to let go.
The team responding to the crash had managed to move the vehicles to the side. It wouldn't be too long until she could go on now. Just a few more minutes. But she was still at least 10 minutes' ride away from home! 10 minutes not to leak, while cycling intensely. It was going to be agony, and she whimpered at the prospect of it. How bad could it be to just wee her skirt? She could change when she got home...after her boyfriend had punished her, that is.
Nonetheless, she resolved to hold it to her limit. If she had an accident then, well, she did her best. She clenched her sphincter and got ready to pedal as the traffic started to move. Holding it while moving was so much harder. The temptation to leak a drop grew every second. But she couldn't. She couldn't let go. Just a few more minutes. She clenched as hard as she could as she rode past the accident. She noticed that the tearful young woman taken from one of the cars had wet her skirt in distress, and suspected that she too would be in that situation soon. But she was holding it for now. It wasn't too far.
As she turned onto her street, though, the urge became so intense she could no longer control it. A warm spurt moistened her underwear, and she knew more were coming. She was starting to wee her skirt already, and she still had to lock up her bicycle and ride the lift to her apartment. She wasn't going to make it. She knew it.
Her humiliating situation did not distract her from the small child who stepped out in front of her. She swerved wildly to avoid him, almost falling off her bicycle and swearing under her breath. She was OK...except her underwear. She felt the piss gush onto her seat and down her legs in torrents. She had lost control, and there was no way she was getting it back. And her boyfriend would see.
She got off her soaking wet bicycle seat and sheepishly pushed her bicycle over to the rack. She got the lock out of her bag and locked it, looking down at the rivers of urine tracked down her legs. Her skirt was damp, too. She was easily the cutest woman in her apartment building, but she looked a mess now. One of her elderly neighbours walked by and saw her predicament.
"Oh, little Yanyan", she said, concerned. "You've wet yourself."
"Yeah..." said Li Yanyan, blushing scarlet. "I got struck in traffic, and then I had to avoid a small boy...I just couldn't make it."
"I'm sorry to hear that," said her neighbour.
Li Yanyan was even more humiliated now someone had seen her disgrace herself. But she was more worried about what her boyfriend, Zhang Xiaodong, would think. He really loved her, but he was...rather perverted, to say the least. He was only 2 years older than she was, but he seemed to see her as his little slave girl, and she didn't like it. But he was so good at sex. Indescribably good. So good that she was willing to put up with his flaws.
She opened the door and looked in, with tears in her eyes. Zhang Xiaodong was waiting for her.
"...did you just piddle in your knickers?" he said, in aroused disbelief.
"Yeah," said Li Yanyan, accepting her fate. "I almost made it, but I had to swerve to avoid a small boy and...yeah." She looked down at her damp skirt and urine-streaked legs.
Zhang Xiaodong wasted no time in approaching her and laying hands on her. "How about you get your punishment for being so naughty?" he said, with a visible bulge in his trousers.
"Fine," said Li Yanyan. "But please don't be too rough."
Zhang Xiaodong picked her up, put her over his shoulder, and took her to the bathroom. There, he put her over his knees, and picked up the paddle that was resting by the door.
"Time for naughty girls to get spanked," he said.
Li Yanyan sighed as he yanked up her skirt, revealing her wet underwear. She felt the first strike of the paddle. He had heeded her instructions, and it wasn't too hard, just very naughty. She whimpered a little as the paddle struck again and again. After about 10 strikes, he stopped.
"Sorry, babe, I have to cut this short or I'm going to jizz my pants," he said, with little sense of romance. He undid his flies and revealed his cock. "Now...time for the real fun to start."
He slipped a condom out of his pocket and put it on, trying hard not to lose control of himself as he did so. Li Yanyan wasn't expecting much stamina from this session; what was it with him and women having embarrassing little accidents?
As soon as he got the condom on, he picked Li Yanyan up, shoved her against the wall, tugged her knickers down, and started fucking her as hard as he could. Li Yanyan gasped at the intensity of it, though he came fairly quickly as expected. After he withdrew he got to work with his fingers on her already aroused vulva, swiftly finding her G-spot and bringing her to moaning orgasm. This was worth pissing herself and getting spanked.
"So...after we've cleaned up...do you fancy eel stew for dinner?" said Zhang Xiaodong.
"Sure," said Li Yanyan, panting from exhaustion. |
A/N: This was my very first omorashi story. This Invader Zim Omorashi fanfic takes place during the unaired Trial episode. I changed the episode a bit.
Lunch had just ended 2 hours ago. Zim's trial for being a defect continued.
"Zim, you are accused of being a defect, do you have anything to say for yourself?" Tallest leader Purple asked.
"Zim is no defect. Zim has NEVER been a defect." Zim defended himself.
"Let's go back to the memories of your past again." Tallest leader Red suggested.
The screen lit up and another one of Zim's memories came up. Everybody watched the memory, which was a memory filled with water. As Zim watched, he started to feel a small tingling near his hips.
'OH NO!' Zim cried out in his head, as this feeling was WAY too familiar to him as it happened SO many times back on Earth. This tingling near his hips Zim knew meant that he needed to go to the bathroom. But he was on trial for being a defect, and Zim didn't think he deserved a bathroom break, so he just tried to ignore it. It didn't do him any good as the pain builded up in his bladder, and the memory of water didn't help much at ALL.
'Oh, why did I drink a 22 oz bottle of soda at lunch?' Zim moaned in his head as he started rubbing his legs together a little to keep from leaking.
Red and Purple turned to Zim and saw him looking a bit uncomfortable. They also noticed that he was rubbing his legs together.
"Zim, are you alright?" Red asked.
"Huh? Oh, uh..." Zim's eye twitched a little when he heard a loud splash from his memory. "Y-Yes."
Red and Purple looked unsure. They were sure that there was something wrong with Zim.
"You don't think?" Purple said to his co-leader.
"Nah, if he did, he would've told us. Right?" Red answered Purple. But Red and Purple started to question their thoughts as they saw Zim now start to squirm a little.
'Oh, I don't think I'm gonna make it.' Zim thought. 'I swear, if I have an accident infront of the Tallest I'll be so ashamed and embarressed that I won't be able to show my face.'
Finally, the memory ended and Zim was set back down onto the ground.
"So, what do you think Zim?" Red asked. "Still think you're not a defect?"
Red got no answer from Zim, he was too focused on his bladder and how he thought that he was going to burst at any moment. Red and Purple stared in disbelief as Zim started to do a little dance while holding his crotch.
As Zim doubled over in pain, Red and Purple looked at each other, now seeing the truth.
Red bent down to Zim. "Zim, do you have to, you know?"
"No." Zim lied.
Suddenly, Zim started to leak. Little drops of urine fell to the floor, and Zim knew that the Tallest could see them.
"Ok! I lied." Zim cried as tears started to form up from the pain. "I do need to go. Horribly badly. And I don't think I can hold it much longer."
Red and Purple stared at each other and nodded.
"Come on Zim." Red told Zim.
Zim looked up in surprise.
"What?" He asked.
"You heard him, come on before you have an accident." Purple repeated.
Zim sighed when he realized that the Tallest were allowing him to take a break to use the bathroom. He started to follow, but gasped when he found that he couldn't move. Red looked back to the miserable Zim.
"Zim?"
"I can't move!" Zim whined.
Red and Purple gasped and ran to the small irken. They tried to get him to move, but Zim just couldn't with his full bladder.
"I can't move!" Zim cried, tears starting to roll down his cheeks.
Finally, Zim couldn't hold it any longer.
Red and Purple stared in shock as they watched poor Zim relieve himself in his pants. Zim cried as his pants darkened and a large puddle formed beneath his feet. He couldn't believe that he had an accident AGAIN, but this time right infront of the Tallest. The irkens laughing at him behind only made Zim feel even more embarressed and ashamed.
The Tallest however, started to realize something they never had before.
'What is this feeling?" Red asked himself.
'I never felt this way to Zim before.' Purple said in his own mind.
'This feeling I'm having, is like a feeling of pity and sorryness towards Zim.' Red and Purple both had the same thought.
'Maybe Zim isn't a defect.' Red wondered.
'Maybe Zim is just a normal irken with feelings, trying so hard to impress his leaders, but is not willing to because his leaders will not give him that chance.' Purple thought.
'Maybe, just maybe.' They both said in their minds.
Reality struck them like lightning as they heard the irkens laughter rise, along with Zim sobbing louder. Purple ran over to comfort Zim while Red ran to the edge to quiet down the laughing irkens.
"Quiet! QUIET!" Red shouted.
The irkens laughter died down as they saw the anger in Red's eyes.
"You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Laughing because someone had an accident." Red sneared. "It's not funny my friends. It's not funny at all."
The irkens hung their heads in shame. With the room being so quiet, everybody could hear Zim crying and Purple trying to calm him down. This only made the irkens feel worse. Red sighed.
"As a result of this little mishap, me and my partner have realized something." All the irkens, including Zim, perked up to listen. Purple came to Red's side, with Zim following.
"We have now realized, that Zim is not a defect, but just another young irken soldier trying his very best to prove himself worthy of an invader." Red continued.
"We now realize that we have not been very fair to Zim, because we never gave him a chance." Purple added. "Well that all changes today."
The irkens cheer at the Tallests speech.
"From this day forward, we give Zim, the right to be an irken invader and continue his conquer on Earth." Red announced.
The irkens cheered again as Red and Purple left, taking Zim with them to get him a change of pants.
Zim was shocked. He was allowed to continue his mission on Earth. But he gave up on that after he and Dib became friends. How is he ever gonna tell his leaders?
"I say that went well." Purple commented.
"Yes, yes it did indeed." Red agreed as he handed Zim a new pair of pants. "Now go on Zim and change into these. I'll take those soggy wet ones and wash them." ordered Red.
Zim took the new pants thoughtfully and headed towards the changing room. As he changed into his new pants he thought to himself.
'The Tallest don't need to know that I've given up, do they? I mean, not knowing isn't gonna hurt them, is it? Of course not.' Zim thought to himself as he handed his wet pants to Red to be washed.
The End |
A/N: If you want more Sonadow Omorashi One-Shots, just let me know. Maybe you can help out a bit by leaving some ideas or suggestions?
It was a beautiful day on Mobias. The sun was shining down beautifully on the planet, not a cloud in the sky. The ten friends, Sonic, Shadow, Tails, Amy, Rouge, Knuckles, Cream and Cheese, Silver, and Blaze, were all out and about, walking through the beautiful sunlight and relishing in the refreshing breeze. As they walked, they were also playing a little friendly game of Truth or Dare.
“Ok Silver, Truth or Dare?” Sonic challenged the ivory hedgehog.
“Truth.”
“Ok, is it true that you used to have feelings for Amy before Blaze came back?”
“Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuggghhhh!” Silver cried out in discomfort, his cheeks turning hot red in embarrassment, the others laughing at his misfortune, while Amy and Blaze also had their cheeks red.
“Well?”
“Oooh, alright, it's true.” Silver squeaked shyly. “If Blaze hadn't come back, I probably would've asked Amy out.”
“I'd be very happy that you moved on.” Blaze admitted warmly.
“And I guess I would've given you a chance.” Amy added with a shrug. “Even though my eyes would still most likely be on Sonic.”
“Mine.” Shadow said possesively as he hugged onto the arm of the azure hedgehog, the others couldn't help but laugh.
“Don't worry Shadow, this was before you two started dating.” Amy chuckled. “I haven't made a move on your man ever since, have I Sonic?”
“Nope, absolutely not. In fact, you've been really supportive.” Sonic agreed, and Shadow noticed that there was no nervousness in his voice, so what he said was true.
“Anyway, Shadow, Truth or Dare?” Amy asked the ebony hedgehog.
“Dare.”
“Ok,” Amy looked around, realizing that they had made their way to the park. It was pretty empty, and the pink hedgehog found the perfect dare. “I dare you to sit in one of those baby swings and let Sonic push you for at least five minutes.”
The others burst out laughing at Shadow's blush. Sonic was smiling sheepishly, a blush on his own cheeks as he pictured his boyfriend in a baby swing with him pushing.
“Well?” Amy challenged with a smirk.
Shadow growled in embarrassment.
“Alright, fine!” He hissed. “Come on, Sonic.”
“Right behind ya’, love.” Sonic chuckled.
Sonic and Shadow made their way over to the baby swing with the others following close behind. When they got to the baby swing, Shadow tried lifting himself up into it, but it was too high.
“Here hun, let Tails and I help you.” Rouge snickered, flapping her bat wings.
Tails spun his namesakes through the air and helped Rouge lift Shadow into the baby swing. There was some resistance, but eventually, Shadow was able to get his legs through the holes in the swing. He settled himself in the seat so that he was comfortable and held onto the chain of the swing. After signaling to Sonic, the blue hedgehog then moved behind his boyfriend and began pushing him, gently swinging him through the air. On instinct, Shadow began swinging his legs up and down, making himself go higher and faster.
After the 3rd minute being pushed by his blue lover, Shadow turned to their laughing friends.
“You know, this actually isn't so bad.” He admitted. “It's actually kinda fun. I just wish my thighs weren't being squeezed to death.”
“Well, as long as you're having fun.” Cream chuckled, Cheese agreeing quickly.
After five minutes, Amy deemed that it was enough.
“Alright Shadow, you can get out now.” She chuckled.
“Aw, but I was having so much fun.” Shadow mock whined.
“Come on, Shads,” Sonic chuckled as he held the swing still. “We gotta let the other kids have a turn too.”
“Oh, alright.” Shadow pretended to sigh in disappointment.
Shadow gripped onto the chain of the swing and tried to pull himself out, but he only succeeded on bringing the seat up with him. Tails and Rouge chuckled.
“Here Shadow, let us help you out.” Tails suggested.
Shadow held his arms up for Tails and Rouge to grab, but when they tried to pull him out, once again, the seat went up with him.
“Ok, Sonic, Amy, while we pull Shadow out, you pull the seat down.” Rouge instructed.
The two hedgehogs nodded and grabbed onto the seat. Once again, the two flying Mobians pulled onto the ebony hedgehog, while pink and blue pulled onto the seat. It stuck fast.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow!” Shadow cried out as his legs felt like they were being ripped off. “Stop, that hurts!”
“Gosh, he's really stuck in there.” Sonic frowned, scratching the back of his head in thought.
“How are we gonna get him out?” Knuckles wondered aloud.
“Try dangling him upside down and shaking him out.” Blaze suggested. “I saw a video once of a girl getting stuck in one of these, and that's what they did to get her out.”
“Great idea.” Silver nodded. “Ok, I'll hold him upside down, Tails, Rouge, you try shaking him out. Sonic, Knuckles, and Amy, you catch him if he falls.”
The others nodded and got into position. Silver used his psychonesis and held Shadow upside down. The blood was rushing the ebony hedgehog's head as he did this, but he didn't really care, as long as it got him out of this ridiculous seat. Tails and Rouge began shaking the seat, but the hedgehog didn't budge.
“It's not working.” Cream gave a sad frown.
“Crap.” Sonic hissed as his boyfriend was gently lowered back down. “How the hell are we supposed to get him out?”
Suddenly, Shadow froze and his face went blank. Sonic noticed this and raised an eyeridge at him.
“Shadow?”
“I need to get out of here… now.”
Sonic was confused on why Shadow was in a rush all of a sudden, when he suddenly noticed his ebony lover trying to discreetly cross his legs. Sonic blushed a light shade of pink as he realized what was wrong.
“Guys, we gotta get him out, and fast.” He told the others.
“Why the rush all of a sudden?” Knuckles frowned. “It's not like the swing is cutting off his blood circulation.”
“No, but there's another problem.” Sonic quietly whispered to them with a hiss. “Shadow has to pee.”
“Oh great.” Amy sighed sadly. “This is all my fault. If only I hadn't given him that stupid dare.”
“Don't blame yourself Amy, you couldn't have known.” Silver assured her.
“Wait, maybe this could be a good thing.” Blaze suddenly chimed.
“What?” Sonic frowned. “How could this be a good thing?”
“If Shadow gets wet enough his legs might be slick enough to slip through the swing.”
Sonic blushed as he realized what this meant.
“There is no way Shads is going to willingly wet himself.” He chided.
“Maybe not, but if we stall long enough, maybe he'll do it accidentally.”
“... You're mean, there's gotta be another way. He'll be humiliated!”
“Come on, it's just us here, we'll understand.” Blaze assured. “There's no other way.”
Sonic sighed as he thought about this. He turned his attention back to his boyfriend. Already, Shadow was starting to squirm a bit, making Sonic blush once more. For some reason, seeing Shadow squirm was really cute. He… kinda wanted to see what it was like if Shadow did end up wetting himself.
“Oh, alright.” Sonic sighed. “But on one condition.”
“What's that?”
“If anyone laughs or teases him after he wets, I get to punch them in the face.” He demanded, his eyes mostly on Knuckles.
“But not me, right?” Cream asked nervously. “N-Not that I would anyway. It's not funny when one of your friends has an accident.”
“Of course not you, Cream.” Sonic assured her gently. “I wasn't thinking about you anyway.”
“Deal.” Blaze nodded. “Now let's get to work.”
Sonic nodded and returned back over to Shadow. As he approached, he took notice of his ebony lover trying to sit still to not give away his desperate need.
“Look Shadow,” He started. “I'm sorry to say that there's no other way to get you out. If there wasn't a chance that we could get in trouble for destroying the swing, I would've had Knuckles do it by now, but we can't do that. We just have to stick to what we've been doing and hope that eventually, it works.”
“Are you kidding me?” Shadow whimpered.
“I'm sorry Shadow.” Sonic whimpered apologetically. “At least it's not cutting off your blood circulation.”
“No but… there's another problem.” Shadow blushed as he bounced in the seat.
“What's wrong?” Sonic didn't know why he asked that. He knew what was wrong, why did he need confirmation from his boyfriend?
“... I… I… I have to pee.” Shadow's face was entirely red.
Sonic gave a small smile as he gently wrapped his arms around the distressed hedgie.
“I promise, we'll try to get you out before it's too late.”
“I hope so.” Shadow whined quietly as he rubbed his legs together.
About fifteen minutes later, Shadow was still stuck. Inch by inch his friends have been able to move him, but it still wasn't enough. The skin on his legs kept getting caught against the sides of the leg holes of the swing, giving him a very painful abrasion. At this point, Shadow was openly squirming. He didn't care if his friends saw him in desperation, he just wanted to get out before he wet himself.
“I can't hold on much longer!” He whined loudly, they were lucky that the park was still empty at the moment.
“Please try to Shadow, we're doing everything we can, honest.” Blaze gently assured him.
“Sshhh.” Sonic gently hissed as Shadow whimpered and whined, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. At this point, the ebony hedgehog had gone to openly trying to hold himself, but the seat kept getting in the way. “We're trying Shads, we're trying.”
And they were trying. Sonic still wanted to try and get Shadow out before he wet, but it was starting to seem futile.
“Let's try holding him upside down again.” Silver suggested. “It was working a little before.”
The others nodded and began doing Silver's technique again. The ebony hedgie only moved a tiny centimeter before he cried out.
“Put me down!” He screamed.
“Shadow just hold on, love, it's working.” Sonic assured him.
“No! Put me down, now!”
“What is it, hun?” Rouge asked calmly as Silver did as he was told.
Shadow had gone completely silent. His head was hanging down, his ears were pressed flat against his head, and tears fell freely from his eyes.
“I'm sorry.” He whispered so quietly, his friends could barely hear him.
Sonic was about to ask him what he was sorry for, but the sound of liquid hitting the ground answered for him.
“Ooh” The azure hedgehog whimpered in pity as he was forced to watch his ebony lover wet himself.
It was about a full minute before Shadow was finally done. The ebony hedgehog sobbed in embarrassment and his legs were soaking wet. A large wet patch in the dirt turned a dark brown underneath him, and urine still dripped through the holes of the swing.
“Ssshh, don't cry Shadow, it's ok.” Sonic was quick to comfort him. “It was an accident. Come on, don't cry.”
“Can you guys just get me out of here, please.” Shadow whimpered.
The others looked at each other. They all felt incredibly sorry for their dark friend. Never would they have thought that something like this would ever happen to him.
“I'm so sorry, Shadow.” Amy exclaimed. “This is all my fault.”
“Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault.” Shadow shook his head with a sniff. “You couldn't have known. Besides, if it's your fault for daring me, then it's my fault for taking it. We're both at fault.”
“Well, let's try to look on the bright side.” Blaze started. “The urine should've made your legs slick enough to slip through the swing. They shouldn't get caught as bad anymore.”
“Maybe.” Shadow had to agree.
“How are we gonna do this?” Knuckles asked.
“... I hate to say it.” Silver started. “But the technique of turning him upside down was working really well. Maybe it'll work even better now?”
Shadow groaned and whimpered at the same time. By being turned upside down, there was a chance any leftover urine still in the seat will travel up his back. Everybody else knew this as well, but it was the best way to get him out.
“Come on, bae, you know it works.” Sonic told him, gently petting his quills back. “You can get cleaned up when we get home afterwards. Ok?”
“... ok.” Shadow sighed.
With heavy hearts, the others tried getting him out of the swing again. As expected, urine ran down Shadow's back and into his quills, making him cringe in disgust. Tails and Rouge shook the seat, ignoring the little droplets that flung about. Blaze's prediction was surprisingly correct, and they were able to easily shake the ebony hedgehog out of the swing in under a minute.
Shadow fell out of the seat and into Sonic's arms, who held him close in a bridal style and cuddled him.
“Sonic, you'll get urine on you!” Shadow gasped.
“I don't care, you're more important.” The blue hedgehog whispered into his lover's ear. “Come on. Let's get you home and get you cleaned up.”
“We'll form a circle around you guys to hide him.” Tails offered.
“And don't be too sad, Mr. Shadow, accidents happen.” Cream assured him.
“... Thank you guys.” Shadow smiled. “Let's go home.” |
A/N: So, after posting the alternative story "Sonic X Short: After The Opera" spd243 gave me permission to write alternatives for any of their other stories. Incredibly honored, I took up their offer and wrote a new alternative. This is an alternative ending for "Sega's Embarrassing Moments 2: Shadow: Bathroom Urgency".
https://www.deviantart.com/spd243/art/Sega-s-Embarrassing-Moments-2-121697808
The Start Of A New Friendship
Shadow's POV
Everyone lined up for the parade near the sidewalks, eager to see it. Parade… I think Maria told me about those things… full of decorations and fun… I wonder what they look like up close. Anyways, Sonic and I stayed behind the crowd, we could still see it from where we were.
“All right Shadow,” Sonic said, “Here comes the parade!”
I was amazed to see how gorgeous, and decorative the parade was. Confetti, dancers, shimmering clothes, it was just as Maria said. As I watched the parade some more, I felt hot and dizzy—dizzy enough to lean forward and hold onto Sonic’s shoulders.
“Hey Shadow,” Sonic said, “What’s the big—are you okay?”
I felt ill, but I also felt dizzy. As I tried to stand myself up, I felt more of the tingling sensation. No longer able to contain it, I whispered "sorry" to Sonic as my urine trickled down onto the sidewalk.
“When you have to go then go,” Sonic whispered, “I’ll make sure no one sees.”
I can’t believe Sonic is doing this for me! As more urine trickled down, I blushed, wondering how embarrassing things can get.
It seemed like forever until my stream finally died, I didn't realize how much I was holding. My legs were absolutely soaked and a large puddle was underneath my feet. My shoes were covered in urine, and my fur smelled like it too.
"Are you ok, Shadow?" Sonic reminded me that he was still there. He was standing right in front of me, his back turned to me as he shielded me from sight.
Though nobody else saw me thanks to him, I was still incredibly embarrassed. My rival just saw me have an accident. No doubt he'll go running to his friends, crying out that the Ultimate Lifeform has a weak bladder. My reputation was ruined. Over the humiliation, I couldn't help myself.
I started crying.
"Oh Shads, it's ok, don't cry." Sonic gasped, spinning around to face me, wrapping his arms around me in a comforting hug. "It's ok. It was an accident. They happen Shads. Come on, don't cry."
"Please…" I whimpered as my tears continued to fall. "Please don't tell anyone."
"I won't. I promise." Sonic whispered to me. Suddenly, he gently took my hand and began walking us away from the crowd, who's attention was still on the parade. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
He lead us to a nearby public restroom, I didn't see it before. It had a family room and that's where Sonic brought me into. He closed the door behind us and locked it, then he took off his gloves and set them on the counter, right before turning on the sink. He then reached over to a paper towel dispenser and pulled out a wad of paper towels. He wet them a bit under the running water of the sink, then added a little hand soap to it.
"Here," He said, handing me the wet and soapy paper. "Clean yourself off with this. It'll get rid of the smell too."
Blushing, I nodded and grabbed the paper towels before I sat on the toilet and started scrubbing at my fur, trying to get the urine out.
"Let me see your shoes, Shads." Sonic said to me as he pulled more paper towels out.
Without hesitation, I kicked my shoes off and handed them to the blue hedgehog, who then began to busy himself with scrubbing the urine off of them.
I still couldn't believe that he was helping me like this. I mean, what reason would he have to do so? All he ever did was be kind to me. All he ever wanted was to be my friend, and what did I give him in return? Nothing but hate.
Realizing this made me incredibly sad. My eyes started tearing up again as I realized what a horrible person I was. I let out a soft sob, which didn't go unnoticed.
"Aww Shadow, don't cry." Sonic cooed as he dried off my shoes. He then bent down to my level, cupping my face into his hands. "What's wrong? Are you still upset about the accident? Listen Shadow, it happens. I'm not gonna tell anyone, I swear it. You're not the only one who's had an accident before, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
"It's not that." I whimpered pitifully.
"Then what's wrong?"
"You've always been so kind to me. Always helping me, showing me right from wrong. You've always wanted to be my friend, and I always kept pushing you away. I've been so cruel to you for nothing. I'm so sorry."
I sobbed as I explained myself. I don't know why, but besides Omega and Rouge, Sonic was the only one other I felt comfortable showing my emotions around. My true emotions.
I gasped as I felt Sonic wiping my tears away. I looked at him and he smiled in sweet understanding.
"It's ok, Shads. I forgive you."
Those three little words.
"I forgive you."
Maria was the only one that has ever uttered those words to me. No one else has ever forgiven me before.
I suddenly lost it and threw myself into his arms, wrapping my own around him as I sobbed into his shoulder. Sonic quickly responded by wrapping his own around me, rocking me back and forth as he whispered soothing words of comfort into my ear.
From that moment on, I knew that this was the start of a beautiful new friendship.
The End |
This story is set in the same universe as Desperate Demon. This story will be considerably darker.
Chapter 1: The Kind Lady
Cassandra took a sip of her tea, which was lukewarm and tasted stale. She’d been at the books for hours, trying to make sense of things. Now the autumn wind was howling outside her window and the tree outside rapped rhythmically on the glass. Begging, perhaps, to be let in out of the cold and the rain. Cassandra had cross-referenced several ancient tomes, but now it was nearing midnight. The late hour did nothing to help her connect the dots.
She was a member of an informal group brought together by a shared love of mystery and the occult. The name of their group was an eternal subject of debate: The Dark Seekers, the Eldritch Explorers, the Scooby-Doo College Gang. It was a favored drunken pastime among them to come up with ever more ridiculous names for themselves. Although formally registered as a student organization, giving them access to a room on campus one night every week, they met more frequently in private apartments and bars. The core was made up of a group of six or seven people, all of them current or former students at the university, and they largely shared a distaste for the more mainstream expressions of occult fascination: Neo-Paganism, Satanism, black metal, ghost hunters with infrared cameras, anything with a flavor of New Age and the Age of Aquarius. Members largely came through one of two entry points: the Urban Explorers, who fancied boots on the ground and got an added thrill from any rumor that the properties they trespassed on might be haunted; and the Scholars, whose preoccupation was very old books and the secrets they might contain. Cassandra was a Scholar.
She drained the dregs of her tea and closed her eyes, almost resolving to call it a night. She just needed to gather her thoughts before sleep took her. A sharp knock on the window sent a jolt of fear through her spine, touching on her filling bladder. She opened her eyes. It was only one of the finger-like branches of her least favorite tree come a-knocking again. If only I owned a chainsaw and the guts to defy my landlord, Cassandra thought. Normally, she had a rule never to research the arcane long after sunset. She was mildly ashamed to say she was afraid of the dark, legacy of some disturbing childhood memories. The darkness gave everything a sinister bent, clouding her judgment.
She’d been researching the Salem Witch Trials, again. Twenty women and men were executed during that infamous witch-hunt: nineteen by hanging, and one man was crushed by heavy weights for refusing to plead guilty. Witch-burnings were common in Europe, but contrary to popular belief, no one was burned at the stake at Salem. No one, that is, except possibly one woman, a woman whose name only showed up in very obscure documents. Her name, if she existed, was Anna Mire. English spelling was still in its anarchic phase at the time, and Cassandra had also found her surname spelled Myr, Myre, Mair, and Mayer. But always Anna. Anna was a conundrum. Why was she alone burned, and why was her existence all but buried? Cassandra had a theory so ridiculous that she’d barely had the courage to bring it up with her fellows. Maybe, just maybe, Anna Mire alone had been possessed of, or involved in, actual witchcraft. And maybe, possibly, the whole affair had gone so horrifyingly wrong that even the witch hunters of Salem found it best to bury it. It was a blasphemous idea: Scholars all agreed that the witch-hunts were the result of a toxic mixture of superstition, misogyny, and mass hysteria. To suggest that even one of the victims of the mob was actually guilty of something resembling what they were charged with, was to disrespect the memory of all those innocent women (and a few men) who had suffered so grievously. Not to mention how much it flew in the face of modern science. And yet. Certain strands of evidence pointed in that blasphemous direction.
Cassandra got up from her chair, groaning. Her feet were stiff after sitting still for so long, and her neck hurt from bending over to decipher tiny Gothic letters. Her bladder screamed for release. She made her way to the hall, careful to flick the switch to turn on the light before she exited her room. She had learned a long time ago never to enter a dark hallway alone. She stopped to cross her legs for a moment, then made a mad dash around the bend of the hallway, away from the single light in the ceiling, and into the bathroom.
While sitting on the porcelain throne, she thought back on her last meeting with Amy. Amy was her favorite among the Eldritch Explorers. Like her, she was a Scholar through and through. A kindred spirit, almost. Amy was far more skilled at locating and making sense of obscure books and forgotten documents than Cassandra would ever be. But something had happened to Amy that Spring, something she wouldn’t discuss in detail. It was clear that whatever it was, it’d spooked her. She became withdrawn. Eventually, she stopped coming to their meetings altogether. Cassandra had called her and they’d met in a coffee shop, just the two of them.
“Cassie, I’m sorry,” Amy had said. “I just don’t think I can be a part of the Scooby-Doo Gang anymore.” Cassandra, Cassie, Cas: her name became shorter the more intimately you knew her, with the exception of her mother, who called her by a different name altogether. Amy drained her cup of coffee and made to leave. Cassandra put a hand on Amy’s hand and squeezed.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m your friend.”
Amy looked her sadly in the eyes and said something that still haunted Cassandra. “I think we were always more like colleagues working in the same field, Cassie.” It hurt to hear that. Sometimes, Cassandra couldn’t sleep, and she lay awake wondering if her obsessions were pushing her away from genuine friendship. Did everyone she thought of as a personal friend see her like Amy did, as nothing more than a colleague or an acquaintance with a common hobby?
Trying to swallow the lump in her throat, Cassandra pressed on. “As a colleague, then. If you can’t tell me what happened to frighten you so, at least give me one last chance to pick that big brain of yours. If you won’t be my friend, at least give me the courtesy of sharing your notes with a colleague before you leave us all behind.”
Amy sat down again. Her brow furrowed, and she sat up straight as a ramrod, as if posture equaled resolve. “Oh, Cassie,” she said. “I shouldn’t have said that. It was unkind.” But it was honest, Cassandra thought, and now the cat’s out of the bag I won’t be able to forget it. “Okay,” Amy continued. “I’ll tell you a few things to help you on your way, but if you pursue this, you might find that some things are better left buried. You might come to harm, and that can’t and won’t be on my shoulders, you hear? I’m warning you now.”
“Out with it!” Cassandra said, releasing Amy’s hand, which had gone clammy. “I take full responsibility.”
Amy sighed. “I know you’ve been looking into this Anna Mire angle.”
“Yeah? You know something about her I don’t? She was real, wasn’t she?”
“Probably, yes. But it’s not her you should be looking into. It’s her mentor.”
Cassandra leaned back in her chair. Now this is interesting. She hadn’t had much luck connecting Anna to anyone else. It was as if the woman simply appeared in Salem in 1693 just in time to die. But she must have come from somewhere. Someone must have been her father, her mother, her friend. And if Cassandra’s suspicions were correct, someone must have been her teacher and mentor in the occult.
“His name was Adam Musgrave,” Amy said. “An old man, a very old man from England. Unusually old, you follow?” Cassandra nodded. “Author of a legendary manuscript presumed lost in the great London city fire of 1666, the Daemonic Dictionary. Presumed dead around 1660 in Plymouth. Before then, he had time to take on some students, including your mystery lady.”
Cassandra leaned across the table. Her expression must have been quite intense, because Amy involuntarily drew back on her chair. Cassandra cursed her eagerness and leaned back in her own chair. “Please,” she said. “Where did you find this information? What more can you tell me?”
“I’m sorry,” Amy said. “That’s about as far as I can aid you. Going further would mean talking about things you promised you wouldn’t press me on.”
“I shouldn’t have been so forward.”
“It’s not just me, you know. The secrets I keep? I don’t just keep them because it pains me to talk about them. I keep secrets for other people, people who trust me, okay?”
“Sorry. Is there nothing more, strictly business, you can tell me?”
“Look into this Musgrave. His trail turns cold around 1660, and my best guess is the dude just up and died, after living well past his allotted years. But he has living descendants. Or at least, there are people alive with his name who can be traced back to him, although I couldn’t say if they’re genuine blood relations. Good luck, Cassie.”
They shook hands like colleagues. “Next time we meet, we’re gonna get stupid drunk and gossip about celebrities and who our friends are hooking up with,” Amy said. “And if you talk shop I will turn and leave the room.” There was a false levity to the first statement, a barely concealed threat in the second. Cassandra had heeded that last one. They had met early in the summer, and now it was October and she hadn’t seen Amy since. She’d watched Amy turn, pick up her backpack with a teddy bear motif on the back—Amy spoke like an aging scholar, drank like a sailor, looked like a young woman, and dressed like a middleschooler—and walk out of her life.
Cassandra rose from the toilet, relieved. She flipped a middle finger at the spider that sat on the bathroom mirror. She might be afraid of the dark, but spiders were simply a nuisance. She splashed some water on her face, studied her reflection for a moment. A woman in her mid-twenties, an oval face with dark skin, brown eyes, frizzy black hair almost reaching her shoulders, and rings under her eyes. She hadn’t bothered with makeup today but her meager skills couldn’t have hidden that haggard look. Cassandra had been driving herself hard, looking for answers to questions perhaps no one else in the world would even care to ask. The only other person she knew who was remotely interested had rejected her and her entire line of research. She brushed her teeth, then trotted back out into the hallway. Someone had turned off the light, and she could barely see in front of her. Damn it.
The familiar dread crept up on her. She felt a drop of sweat slide down her neck, and the shock of it nearly made her jump. Good thing she’d already peed, or she might have just then. Cursing her dumb housemate, she turned the corner, jogged down to her door, flicked the switch on the wall, and escaped into her room. Her housemate would turn off every light Cassandra left on in an unoccupied room, to save on the electricity bill. Sensible enough, except Cassandra had impressed upon her that she was pathologically afraid of the dark, that admitting this was kind of embarrassing at twenty-five years of age, and could she please just leave the hallway light on at night? Fucking bitch. She’d chosen the room at the end of the hallway, because for some inexplicable reason, that was where the light switch was located, right outside her door at the end rather than at the entrance to the hall. But that didn’t help much when you were going the other way.
Heart thumping like a marching band, Cassandra collapsed onto her bed. In order to distract herself and forestall a panic attack, she set about mentally sorting what she’d learned today. She’d begun researching this Musgrave fellow shortly after her meeting with Amy. She’d turned up little on the man himself beyond what Amy had told her, except for some whispers about the legendary lost manuscript he supposedly authored, the Daemonic Dictionary. Cassandra might be willing to entertain ideas that witchcraft might be real, but she wasn’t so eager to believe as to assume that any old myth or ghost story that came her way was true.
As best she could tell, this dictionary of demonology was just a tad more real than H. P. Lovecraft’s Necronomicon. Realer, insofar as near-contemporary sources claimed it was real—she could not trace it back to an outright work of fiction printed in a pulp magazine. But neither could she find any actual excerpt, nor any legitimate reference to any person who might have possessed a copy before the manuscript supposedly went up in flames together with more than half the city of London. Probably a myth, then, and certainly a dead end unless she could find some better sources, and her search had taken months and had been very thorough. The only person who might have found it, were it real, is Amy, she mused. She’d had better luck tracing the descendants of Adam Musgrave. As Amy had said, it was unclear whether any of them were blood relatives, but she had found references to the family name near Salem and Plymouth in the 17th century. Could be a coincidence, an unrelated family bearing the same name, but several scions of that line had published pamphlets, books, or written private letters later preserved in collections of correspondence with more famous pen-pals that referenced demonology and the occult. Two of these books were dedicated to Adam Musgrave.
Closing her eyes and kneading her eyelids with her knuckles, Cassandra strained to focus. There were three distinct, living lineages of the Musgrave family she’d found. The Musgrave-Lloyds had become wealthy industrialists in the 19th century. They had lost much of their fortune in the Depression era but several living descendants appeared to still be doing quite well for themselves. Old money. They were the least interesting for her purposes, because no one of that line had ever made any interest in the occult public. She knew there was a family mausoleum in town dedicated to that branch of the family, though, and intended to visit it soon. The second line bore the name Musgrave plainly, and one of them, a Bethany Musgrave, had lived in town until recently and might be living there still. She would have to find an excuse to visit the old lady. The third line bore the name Leclerk, or Leclerc, or more recently, just Clerk. The daughter of another Adam Musgrave had married a French officer who’d fought in the American War of Independence, and their descendants had spread across North America and beyond. They had once owned a family manor estate near Cassandra’s city, and the history of that place intrigued her. Trying to juggle these disparate strands of information, she fell asleep.
The Kind Lady and her two Attendants came to her that night.
Cassandra had always had terrible nightmares. As a young child, she suffered horrifying night terrors. Vague dreams she could never quite recall, but the fear they invoked in her didn’t abate when she woke. She would scream, and scream, and cry, and sometimes it took an hour of her mother cradling her to calm her down. To bring her back out of that twilight state between waking and nightmare. Once she got older, the night terrors ceased. But fifteen years later, she could still remember her first meeting with the Kind Lady.
Ten years old, Cassie had woken up in the middle of the night. The house was eerily silent. Usually, the floors and ceilings creaked and groaned at night. Usually, she could hear the soft patter of raindrops or the whooshing of the wind outside her window, or perhaps the meowing of the neighbor’s cat, which had annexed Cassie’s family’s yard as her own. This night, it was all so very still. Cassie tried to sit up, but found herself unable to move. It was as if her limbs were pinned down by heavy weights. This was unusual, but a strange calm had settled upon her. Cassie was not afraid, not yet. Then she discovered her eyes were closed. With effort, she lifted her lids and looked into the darkness. She was not alone. The sight that met her caused her to scream, but the scream was little more than a wheeze by the time it left her lips.
Standing at attention like soldiers, at the two far corners of the room, were two men. Cassie could just barely see them out of her peripheral vision from her vantage point, head glued to her pillow and weighed down by an invisible force. She could tell they were men, that they carried themselves in the manner of soldiers or perhaps personal attendants to some noble lady or lord of ages past, but she couldn’t tell you their height, never mind the color of their hair or the size of their bellies. Between them, at the end of her bed, stood an abomination. She was a tall woman, so light of skin that she practically glowed in the dark; impossibly thin, her arms all bone and sinew. Her cheeks were hollow, the eyes dark and blue. Her hair was gray and hung in tatters down from her scalp, and she carried a large scar from the top of her nose going up to where her hair line ought to be. She wore a stained white nightgown. The woman stood bent over Cassie in a manner that gave the impression that she had no spine. It looked less like she was bending over and more like she was a broken reed, whispering in a summer breeze.
Go away, ghost! Cassie tried to scream, but again, all that left her lips was a wheeze like that of a dying old woman.
“I come bearing gifts, dear,” said the Kind Lady. Cassie didn’t know how she knew, but she knew: that was her name. The Kind Lady. “A present of knowledge.” Her voice was a rasping bass conducted through a tin can telephone, like the one Cassandra had made together with her cousin.
Go away! Leave me a-a-alone!
“I am afraid I cannot,” said the Kind Lady. “I understand that my appearing here frightens you. But I came to give you advance warning.”
Warning?
“Sad to say, dear, but Whiskers is not long for this world. Say your goodbyes, dear, say your bye-byes while you can!” She intoned. She sounded like a jazz singer in a dark smoky bar, playing on a broken record player. A broken, husky sing-song.
Whiskers was the neighbor’s cat, and Cassie’s surrogate pet.
The Kind Lady leaned over further and reached for Cassie, who tried to flee but was still held down as if by heavy weights. The Lady put her fingers gently on Cassie’s brow and pushed her eyelids closed. “Sleep now, sweetheart.”
Cassie slept until morning and woke up feeling ill. That was the first of many visits by the Lady, and the birth of an obsession. On those nights, and only those nights she was visited by the Kind Lady, Cassandra wet the bed. Her sheets were soaked, and she had to shamefully collect them and wake up her mother, who said only, “Oh, Millie,” and gathered her up in a warm, wet hug. Her mother never called her by the name everyone else did, but rather her middle name, which she shared with a dead great-grandmother.
There was a rational explanation, of course. Sleep paralysis. It had a name recognized by doctors and scientists, so it couldn’t be real. But Cassandra hadn’t heard of many people who were visited by the same apparition, the same hallucination, for years. Gradually, she came to understand that the Kind Lady intended her no harm. No, the truth was more frightening. She always came bearing gifts, just like she said, presents of knowledge. Without fail, it was an ominous warning that harm would befall someone Cassandra knew and loved in the near future, either a friend, a relative, a neighbor or a classmate or a pet. The warnings were always vague, vague enough that Cassandra could extract no useful information out of them. Nothing actionable. Even if she were certain they were actual prophecies, she could do nothing to thwart them. The morning after that first visit, after Cassie had tearfully related the events to her mother, who kissed her on the brow and sent her to shower off the urine that clung to her pajamas, she’d run out to find Whiskers. Whiskers was still alive. Cassie scooped up the cat and clung to her, long enough that the cat got tired of cuddling and swiped her with a claw, leaving a nasty red gash on her hand.
Two days later, Whiskers was gone. It took Cassie another week of secretly listening to conversations between grownups to learn the truth they were shielding from her: the cat had been run over by a car and died. Just like the Kind Lady had said.
So it went, for years. The Lady would come at night, her Attendants standing ominously in the back, the Lady performing blasphemies upon the human anatomy as she delivered her messages of doom. Sometimes, it was a minor misfortune. Sometimes it was major. But they always concerned someone close to her, and they always came to pass. It was the Kind Lady who had informed her first that her father was dying, that he would be dead within the year. Two months later she learned that Dad, who was somewhat estranged from Cassie’s mother but still visited his daughter once or twice a year and always, always remembered her birthday, had terminal cancer. Four months after that he was in the ground.
It was the Kind Lady who had inspired Cassandra’s obsession with the occult. But the Kind Lady had not appeared to her in years.
Cassandra woke, and the Kind Lady stood before her again. Her Attendants at attention in the back, as always.
Cold fear shot up through Cassandra’s spine. She did not fear the Kind Lady anymore, not as much as those first few appearances. She was still an unnerving sight, so impossibly thin and frail and moving as if she had no bones in her even though Cassandra could see the bones protruding, stretching her pale skin taut. But the Kind Lady had never hurt Cassandra, never made any move to hurt her. No, what Cassandra feared was not the messenger, but the message. Truth be told, Cassandra had become withdrawn, almost reclusive in the past year or two. Her social circle was limited to her Scooby-Doo Gang and her housemate and very rarely, lunch with a former classmate. Her father was dead, she was an only child. No boyfriend to speak of. If the Kind Lady came to deliver another forewarning about impending misfortune to her loved ones, there was only one person Cassandra could think of. One person left. No, please, not mother. Anyone but her. Please!
The Lady looked down at her with sadness. Her face was dry almost to the point of desiccation, but a tear rolled down her cheek nonetheless. “No, sweetheart, not your mother. Do not cry for your mother. I see no major misfortune to befall her in many years.”
Why are you crying, then? Cassandra had learned that, when she could reign in her fear, she could converse with the Kind Lady. Cassandra couldn’t move her lips, but the Lady responded as if she had. She would rarely answer a question plainly, but she would at least indicate that she had understood.
“I weep for you, Cassandra dear. I come delivering a message I had hoped not to deliver for many years. But deliver it I must.”
What? What is it? Who’s dying this time?
“I came to tell you that your fortune is at an end, Cassandra.”
What? Are you telling me I’m going to die?
“All mortals die. If I had seen your death, I would not foretell it plainly. But I have seen a terrible tragedy in your future, before the year is ended.”
The Kind Lady laid two hands on top of Cassandra’s. She squeezed them affectionately. Her hands, unlike her visage, were warm. They reminded Cassandra of her own mother’s. “Your inquiries,” said the Lady, “lead you down a path of ruin.”
My inquiries? You mean my research? What if I just, I don’t know, give it all up?
“You will not and cannot. Be honest with yourself. Good bye, Cassandra.” She leaned down and kissed Cassandra on the forehead, and then she was gone.
In the morning, Cassandra awoke to find out she’d wet the bed for the first time in years. |
Chapter 2: St. Jude's Memorial
Cassandra threw the duvet off. She felt cold and sticky. She’d fallen asleep with her jeans on, and they were soaked down to the knees. There was an oval patch of wetness extending around her hips, down between her legs towards the center of the mattress. The bottom half of her shirt was sticking to her lower back, wet and clammy. A distinct tang of urine filled the room. She felt cold, wet, and very alone.
She came for me again. After all these years, the Kind Lady had come back to warn her. But of what? Cassandra strained to ignore the sticky wetness around her bottom, the cold wet sheets, and remember. Her inquiries would lead her to ruin. But how? What if I give it all up? She’d asked. You will not and you cannot, the Kind Lady had said.
Right now, though, she had more immediate problems to deal with. Cassandra crawled out of bed and pulled down her drenched jeans. She was too anxious to really be embarrassed by what had happened. If she’d wet the bed and the Kind Lady hadn’t shown up, she might have been embarrassed. But this always happened when the old ghoul decided to pay her a visit. She checked her phone and it was only eight in the morning on a Saturday. Cassandra figured her roommate wouldn’t be up yet. She ripped off the wet sheets, bundled them up with her wet jeans and shirt, left the wet panties on. She couldn’t quite make herself walk fully nude down the hallway, even if she expected it to empty.
She made her way down the hall and pulled on the door to the bathroom. It was locked. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. Cassandra turned on her heel and was about to run back to her room when the door bumped against her shoulder.
“She’s all yours!” Her housemate Nina chirped, far too bright for a Saturday morning. “Uh, what’s going on?” She followed up. Then: “Oh. Oh, oh, oooh.” Cassandra turned around, clutching the wet clothes and sheets to her chest like a teddy bear. Nina’s eyes searcher her, then fell on the wet half-moon stain between her legs, the bundle of clothes and sheets in her arms. “Oooh.” Cassandra felt her cheeks warm. She hadn’t intended to be caught wet-handed. Thankfully, her blush wasn’t quite as noticeable on her darker skin. Nina made to leave, but Cassandra seized her arm, caught in a sudden desire to explain herself. She didn’t want her housemate to see her like this, but she didn’t want her to make any assumptions either.
“It’s just, I had a terrifying nightmare and I guess… I guess I wet the bed,” Cassandra said.
Nina held her gaze. Cassandra looked back, and she could see Nina’s eyes grow moist, sparkling. “Oh, dear. Sweet Cassie,” she said, and pulled her into a hug. “You go take a shower and I’ll make you some tea.” They separated, and as she watched Nina go down the stairs, she put a hand to her cheek, held it over the warm spot where Nina had made contact. Blushing, she shook her head and made her way into the bathroom. She pulled off her bra and her wet panties and dumped them in the washing machine with the rest of the wet and dirty, then stepped into the shower.
As the water fell over her shoulders, Cassandra found herself touching the spot where Nina’s cheek had made contact again. She shook her head. Her housemate, a little dirty blonde pixie who almost had to stand on her tiptoes to hug her, was a sweet girl. Nina was always trying to drag Cassandra out of her shell. She couldn’t quite figure out why she’d never really reciprocated. Nina wanted Cassandra in her life; Cassandra had been fine keeping her at arm’s length. But standing there listening to the warm water trickle into the drain and washing the sticky, filthy urine off her, she couldn’t quite put together why. Cassandra was often lonely. And she knew why: because she always pushed away the people in her life who could have become her tribe. She spent most of her time studying for her classes or studying the arcane, and most of her acquaintances were like Amy: they felt like colleagues, not like friends. But Nina hadn’t needed to drag her to parties, she hadn’t needed to offer to help her with makeup, she hadn’t needed to offer to share study notes. She could have laughed when Cassandra showed up in wet panties with urine-stained sheets in her hand, but she didn’t. She made a decision. She was going to let Nina in, just a little bit. She was going to tell her the truth. Well, a sanitized version of the truth. She couldn’t quite muster the courage to tell her housemate that a supernatural hag showed up in her bedroom at night and warned her of impending death. Nina would probably call the university psychiatry service on her part. But she could at least tell part of the truth.
When Cassandra emerged downstairs, dressed in gray dry yoga pants and a white top, Nina had already put a porcelain samovar and two cups on the table. A concession to her Russian heritage, she’d explained once. The samovar was painted with a flowery motif in royal blue on white. Nina poured her a cup of chamomile tea. She sat with one foot tucked underneath her on the couch, a smile in her eyes that didn’t quite reach her pink lips.
“Oh my god,” Cassandra says, “this is so embarrassing,” because that was the kind of thing you said in this situation.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Nina. “I totally pissed the bed freshman year when I went to my first party.”
Cassandra felt her cheeks burn again, not so much on her own behalf as on Nina’s.
“I wasn’t drunk, though,” she said.
“Still,” Nina said. “Try the tea. It’s one of my favorites!”
Cassandra took a sip. It was sweet, with an aftertaste of something else, like a promise.
“I, uh, I have this recurrent nightmare,” Cassandra began. “It’s like, this ghost lady with bones sticking out in all the wrong places. She comes to me at night and tells me something really bad is going to happen. It’s happened ever since I was a child, and for some reason, whenever I have this nightmare, I end up peeing the bed.”
“No way,” said Nina, leaning closer to Cassandra. Their knees were touching. “Do they ever come true? These, uh, visions or whatever?”
Cassandra looked down, unable to hold her housemate’s inquisitive gaze. Could she really pretend, for Nina’s sake, that this was actually real? She’d always known, deep down, that it was real, that it couldn’t be just a recurrent nightmare. But she’d never let herself admit it to anyone else. They’ll just think I’m crazy, she’d thought.
“Uh, yeah,” she began. “Like, one time, the Kind Lady told me my neighbor’s cat was going to die. I’d more or less adopted that cat as my own pet. And she did, like, a few days later.”
“The Kind Lady?” Nina asked.
Shit shit shit. She hadn’t intended to reveal that. Cassandra never knew where the name came from, but she’d always known that was the apparition’s name. “That’s what I call her,” she said, biting her lip and evading Nina’s eyes. “I don’t know why, but it just came to me. That’s what’s she’s called, The Kind Lady. She’s really scary, but she never hurts me. She always comes to tell me someone I care about is going to have a bad time.”
“Oh my god,” Nina said. “Oh, poor you.”
Cassandra chanced a glance at her. Nina was leaning forward, pursing her lips, eyes eager for more. “You don’t think I’m crazy?” Cassandra asked.
“I think you’re a lot less crazy than you think you are,” she said earnestly. “What did the Kind Lady say this time?”
“That’s just it,” Cassandra said, taking another sip of her tea. “She’s never told me anything about myself before. It’s always been about someone else. But this time, she told me… I don’t know exactly. That something bad was going to happen to me. Because of, uh, my research.”
Nina tentatively put a hand on her shoulder. When Cassandra didn’t flinch, she began rubbing. “Oh, dear,” she said. “What research?”
“My, uh, interest in the… the occult.”
Cassandra’s entire face was burning, and she knew it would be visible. But Nina just continued rubbing her shoulder and making soothing noises. “Oh, sweet Cassie,” she said. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Cassandra almost believed it.
Once they had finished their tea, and Nina had made all the soothing noises she could think of, Cassandra thanked her for the tea and promised they’d talk again, really talk, soon. She was almost floating on a cloud when she gathered up her things and made her plans for the day. It felt like a new beginning of sorts. A new Cassandra. No longer the loner with her nose in a four-hundred-year-old book, sneezing at dust and flinching at shadows. A person who had friends she could confide in. It was almost too good to be true, but also seemed close enough to her grasp that she allowed herself to hope.
She’d considered giving up all her research. Of course she had. The Kind Lady had never been wrong. Whenever she showed up, something terrible was about to happen. And this time, the Lady had come to warn her, Cassandra. Not about her neighbor’s cat or her mother. Her.
But in the end, it was never a question. She couldn’t just leave things like this. The visit had confirmed that she was on to something. And how could she avoid whatever fate awaited her if she didn’t know what it was she was on the verge of discovering?
She decided that the order of the day was to check out the last registered residence of one Bethany Musgrave. She’d lived at a place on Cypress Lane seven years ago, together with her husband, and she might live there still. Cassandra hadn’t been able to find any more up-to-date information on Bethany Musgrave, so she decided to simply conduct a house call. She’d figure out a story on the spot. She stuffed a bottle of water into a backpack with a notepad and a few pens and set out. It was still a little early to go visiting someone on a Saturday morning, but she could always scope out the place in advance.
Cypress Lane was a cutesy little back street, all white picket fences and small middle-class homes fronted by lawns that would no doubt be well-manicured in the summer, but now in mid-October they were yellow or brown and coated in a thin layer of frost. The eponymous trees stood like sentinels groping at the sky, along the side of the road and inside gardens, watching her. Cassandra shivered. She’d put on a winter coat, but her legs were only insulated by a thin layer of yoga pants that would have been more appropriate in the gym. Curse my inability to get my clothes washed on schedule, and a pox on all bed-wetting monsters. She crossed her arms to keep the warmth flowing in her upper body, hoping it would bleed over into her legs.
The street ended in a cul-de-sac, and at its end sat a modest little house, tucked away behind a garden. Cassandra’s lips twitched into a half-smile. She was definitely in the right place, and she was definitely onto something. The garden was blooming, green trees, green bushes, green grass apparently unconcerned by the layer of frost on its branches. This isn’t natural. This garden looked nothing like the dead botany of the neighboring houses. It was lush, blooming like the living embodiment of a middle finger in the face of winter.
In the garden stood a young woman. She was bent over with a pair of gardening scissors, cutting off some unruly branches on a bush. Her butt was in the air and Cassandra flushed when she noted the perfect curve connecting her spine to her buttocks, like an invitation to bite down on the cheeks bulging into the fabric of her blue jeans. Cassandra shook her head. Nope, not into girls, move along. When the woman noticed Cassandra approaching, she rose, and Cassandra’s breath caught in her throat. She had brown hair going down to her shoulders, artfully unruly, like she’d made up her hair just enough not to actually be messy but to give off the impression that she’d just risen from bed and didn’t care. She was wiggling her wide hips side to side, shifting her weight from one foot to the other impatiently. Her eyes were the green of the Adriatic, and looking into them, she felt like she was seeing the bottom of the ocean—but a false bottom, like there were secrets hidden underneath the shallow sands through which crabs crawled and sea anemones grew. She was illuminant. The shadow of the bush under the low October sun seemed not to affect her. It made Cassandra deeply uncomfortable and, somehow, shamefully, aroused. She felt something sticky in her panties, a drop of sweat down her brow, her cheeks reddening. Cassandra shook her head. I don’t like this. It’s not natural. It’s not real.
“May I help you?” Said the woman. Cassandra straightened her shoulders. It wasn’t like she had intended to: there was just something in the woman’s demeanor that made it impossible to resist.
“I, uh...” Cassandra began. All the excuses she’d thought up on the way here were gone. “Um,” she began again. “I was looking for Bethany Musgrave. This was the last address registered on her. Does she, like, live here still?” She bit her lip. She sounded dumb. She sounded like she didn’t belong here. She’d make a terrible P.I.
“Bethany Musgrave doesn’t live here anymore,” said the woman. “I’m Asha.” She held out a hand, and Cassandra was shaking it, and as she released the hand, she didn’t remember ever reaching out her hand to greet her. “’M Cassandra,” she heard herself say, even though she’d had no intention to reveal anything more than necessary. Asha crossed her legs discreetly as she let go of Cassandra’s hand. Her eyes were so deep, Cassandra could get lost in them. Only the echo of the Kind Lady led her to break Asha’s gaze: I came to tell you that your fortune is at an end, Cassandra.
“Why do you want to meet Mrs. Musgrave, Cassandra?” Asha asked, in a tone so sweet Cassandra could practically taste the venom dripping off the poisoned apple.
“Oh, I’m, uh, researching the Musgrave family. For my dissertation,” she lied. She couldn’t bring herself to look into Asha’s eyes as she said so.
“I don’t think so,” Asha said simply. Cassandra felt compelled to match those ocean-bottom eyes. “Tell me why you’re really here, and I may just decide to help you.”
Cassandra’s eyes were burning. She was looking at Asha but all she saw was white, red, black. She closed her eyes. In the phosphenescent sight of her closed eyes, she saw only black, static, and faintly, darkly, as if there were a darker black than black, the outline of shoulders, of a pair of wings. They were flickering like flames. She opened her eyes. A trickle of sweat was tickling the roots of her hair near her nape. She nodded. She was in the presence of something not from this world, and she couldn’t help herself.
“It’s not for my dissertation,” she heard herself say. She blushed at the sticky sensation of her panties against her lower lips, at the way her heart fluttered when she looked at Asha.
“Tell me,” Asha intoned, and it wasn’t her speaking, it was a hundred dead men wailing in her ears. Tell me tell me tell me tell me. Cassandra felt her crotch grow warm, a chill down her spine, a twitch in her thighs.
“It’s for my occult research.”
“Good girl,” said Asha, sweet as a poison viper, and Cassandra’s crotch warmed again, something sticky and wet sliding down her inner thigh. Cassandra closed her eyes again. She saw the Kind Lady, a collection of bones assembling all wrong under a thin sheet of bone-white skin, and she heard her sepulchral rasp: Demoness. Succubus. She opened her eyes and found them watering, her lip trembling.
“Bethany Musgrave doesn’t live here anymore,” Asha was saying, far away under the ocean. “She rented this house to myself and my fiancee this spring. She lives, oh, I don’t know her address, in an apartment somewhere in town, taking care of her sick husband.”
“Asha, what are you doing?” A male voice. A young man was coming out of the house. Cassandra noticed Asha’s hand squeeze her crotch. The young man came up behind Asha. Her fiancee that she’d mentioned? He took her hand firmly, yanked it out of Asha’s crotch. Was that? Cassandra saw a shadow that could have been a small patch of wetness on Asha’s jeans. Did she just… Pee a little?
“What are you doing?” The young man asked again.
Asha’s knees buckled. She tried to yank her hand free, but the young man held it firmly. Instead, she bent her knees, an aborted curtsy, then straightened her back. “I was just having a little fun,” she said, pouting.
“Remember the last time you had a little too much fun?” The young man was whispering, but Cassandra could just about catch what he was saying. Asha’s radiant skin, a tanned white, went ashen gray. Her cheeks flushed, and she raised a hand and rubbed her neck, just above her clavicle. Cassandra found her eyes closed again, although she didn’t remember closing them. She saw the afterimage of Asha’s shoulders, her collarbone; above it, her neck, a faint red scar like she’d been choked. She opened her eyes and looked into Asha’s deep green gaze, and Asha’s eyes were watering.
“You should go,” said the young man.
“Wait,” said Asha, struggling to get the words out. She’s hyperventilating, Cassandra realized. She’s panicking. I should do something, but… Demoness, The Kind Lady intoned. Succubus.
“There’s a man she goes to visit. Jeremiah Rodgers-Musgrave, at St. Jude’s Memorial.” She looked apologetic.
Cassandra found herself standing at the intersection between Morrow Road and Cypress Lane. She couldn’t remember walking back. Moreover, she couldn’t remember her lower half being so… Wet and sticky. Her panties seemed scrunched up, pushed between her buttocks, and they were warm and clinging to her like a drowning lover. She put a tentative hand between her legs. Her yoga pants were wet. I’ve wet myself, again. Awake, this time. Thankfully, they were black and it wasn’t visible unless the light hit just wrong. Not only was she wet downstairs, she felt parched. Her throat was dry as the Sahara, but when she fished out her water bottle, it was empty. She couldn’t remember drinking more than a mouthful out of it. Cassandra looked at her wristwatch. It was almost noon. Which meant she’d lost, what… Two hours? I can’t remember the last two hours, I’ve pissed myself, and apparently I drank all my water while blacked out. Great. Fucking amazing. Thanks, God. She spit on the ground.
Her bladder spasmed. Cassandra bent over. She hadn’t noticed it, but she could feel her bladder bulging over the waistband of her pants. Another spasm wrecked her. She sank into a crouch, leaning on her heel as if that might help. Another spasm. Fuck it, I’m already wet.
She tried to let go. Twenty-two or so years of potty training prevented her from letting go. She tried to push down, but no go. Then another spasm wracked her, and she couldn’t have held on if her life depended on it. Warm, wet urine pooled underneath her butt, spattered on the ground. She spread her legs, giving the urine a straight path to flow through her panties, warming her privates, through her yoga pants, to spatter shamefully on the ground.
When she was done, she rose. Put a hand on her pants. They were warm and wet in the crotch, and a little trickle had gone down the inside of one thigh. A little had soaked into her tennis sock, but it was black like her yoga pants. She satisfied herself that nothing was visible unless you were looking very closely. Then she remembered something. It was a far-off memory, like that time she fell off her tricycle when she was three or four and scratched her knee. But it was there somewhere in the haze: Jeremiah Rodgers-Musgrave, St. Jude’s Memorial.
St Jude’s was a nursing home in the middle of town, and visiting hours were just staring when she arrived. She felt a little guilty about leaving a damp spot in her bus seat for some unlucky schmuck to sit in, but only a little.
Cassandra had concocted an elaborate cover story on the bus, but she didn’t need any of it. “I’m here to see Jeremiah Rodgers-Musgrave,” she’d said, ready to launch into a series of lies. But the nurse at the desk had only smiled.
“Oh, he hasn’t had any visitors in months. Usually Ms. Bethany comes along, but she hasn’t been here lately.”
“Oh,” Cassandra said.
“I’ll take you to his room,” the nurse said. She seemed bored—working the desk at a nursing home on a Saturday probably wasn’t very exciting—and glad to have someone to talk at. “Were you close? I have to warn you, he isn’t always lucid, but these past few days he’s been fairly clear up top.”
“I, uh, no...” Cassandra said. “I’m, uh, remote family. I only just found out he was living here. May I ask, uh, why? I mean, why is he not lucid all the time?”
The nurse’s shoulders shuddered in what was clearly a calculated display of spine-tingling chill. “Mr. Rodgers came here in 1971,” she said. “Paranoid schizophrenia. He said he was born in 1734, and that there were people after him, looking to steal the secret to immortality.”
“Really?” Cassandra asked, trying to conceal her excitement. There’s no fucking way this is just a lunatic in a nursing home. Not after… Whatever just happened to me.
The nurse repeated her exaggerated I’m-so-terrified shudder. “Mr. Rodgers’ birth records indicated he was forty-two years old when he first came here,” she said. Her next words were delivered in an ominous whisper: “And I swear, he still looks forty-two.” What the fuck?
The nurse showed her into a spare room: bed, wardrobe, gray curtains, a dying plant on the windowsill. Reproduction of a painting showing a scene Cassandra guessed was from the Civil War in a faux-gilded frame over a chair. In the chair sat a man in early middle age. He had black, graying her, a spotty beard with a trace of gray, and he was very, very thin. Almost as thin as The Kind Lady, his sweater enveloping him like a blanket, his dirty jeans not quite hanging onto his spindly calves, his atrophied quadriceps.
“Mr. Rodgers?” The Nurse knocked on the open door. “You have a visitor. I’ll leave you to it. Visiting hours end at two.” The nurse hurried from the room, as if she’d seen a ghost.
“Who are you?” The man fixed his gray eyes on her. His eyes had the spark of life in them, but his voice was raspy, like he’d smoked two packs a day for fifty years or he was suffering from lung cancer.
“Cassandra,” she said.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, cracking a sad smile.
“You’ve been waiting… for me?”
“Well, not you specifically. But someone like you. I’ve been waiting a long time. Have you spoken to Bethany?”
Cassandra shook her head.
“Good. She’s been trying to silence me for two hundred years.”
“Wow,” Cassandra said. She couldn’t help herself. She grabbed a chair sitting in a corner, pulled it up alongside Jeremiah.
“Wow is right,” Jeremiah rasped. “I had a feeling you would believe me. You’ve had contact with Hell, girl,” he said.
“What? What the fuck did you just say?” Cassandra’s sweet, understanding tone broke.
“I can smell it on you. Twice have you seen Hell, and twice you’ve come out of it, diminished,” he intoned. Like he was delivering an ancient prophecy.
“What does that mean?”
“Hell if I know,” said Jeremiah. “I just know it happened.”
She nodded.
“So, you really did it? You, um, found the secret to immortality?”
“A ritual at Mire Manor in 1776,” he said. “Year of the revolution. And only grief it’s brought me, all these years.” He spat on the floor. It was an angry gesture, an ugly gesture, and somehow it made Cassandra like this old man all the more.
“I thought I’d rule the world,” he said. “And all I’ve been doing since then is running. Saving mine own hide, not rescuing orphans nor ruling over harems.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? For yourself?”
“Sorry you didn’t make it to the ladies’ room,” he said.
“What the hell?”
Jeremiah reached over and grabbed her hands. She was too shocked to pull away. “Let me fix that for you,” he said. And before she could protest, he put this hands directly over her damp, cold crotch.
“What the hell are you doing?” She managed, but then she felt it: A warmth, spreading from her crotch, down her thighs, down into her right foot, the one whose sock had gotten wet. Not the warmth of a shot of Tequila, or the euphoric warmth of an orgasm. It was more like the warmth of her mother, tucking her into bed at night, making sure the covers were just right to protect her from monsters and burglars and bullies and nightmares. Everything. Everything, save the Kind Lady. You couldn’t protect me from her, Mom.
The warmth faded away. Cassandra put a hand between her legs. Her crotch was dry. Not caring about the old man in front of her, she put a hand inside her yoga pants, squeezed her panties. They were dry. Dry and lukewarm like she’d just pulled them out of the drier.
“What did you just do?” She demanded.
“What I always intended to do, all these years. Not run away from witches and hide. Magic, dear Cassandra. Magic.”
Standing in the cold outside St. Jude’s Memorial, Cassandra knew one thing. She knew were to find the answers she’d been seeking. Mire Manor. I have to go to Mire Manor.
But she was too afraid to go alone. Who could she convince to go with her?
Author's note: I struggled for months with how to continue this. Finally, I decided to just have a few drinks and sit down and write it, and I did. This is a story that has omorashi in it, not a story about omorashi. So, it might disappoint those who are looking for pure smut. But I hope you'll find it worth it anyway. In this chapter, I tried to convey some of the pure horror that coming face to face with a demon would invoke, which didn't come through as much in Desperate Demon. In this story, Asha is just a side character, but she's unbound, and she's terrifying. |
Part 2
Stephanie had spent the weekend preparing for the camp which included clothes and finding out information about the camp so she knew what she was getting into Mich to her surprise she couldn't find out much about the camp's methods as all she saw was positive reviews saying how it helped them.
After two days of preparation it was Monday and time to head to where the girls would be picked up which was at the community centre where she saw the rest of the campers in total there were 50 including her but she didn't recognise any of them from school she was sure she'd seen some of them around the city before but she had never talked to them or interacted with them. she had little time to think about that though as they were soon guided onto buses by the camp's employees where Stephanie found a seat at the back by herself until a slightly chubby blonde girl took a seat next to her though they didn't say anything to each other at first.
It was about half way through the three hour bus ride that Stephanie noticed the girl sitting next was constantly squirming and crossing and uncrossing her legs Stephanie thought to herself does she need to pee it wasn't until she saw the girl suddenly lean forward and dig her hands into her skirt that she knew she had to pee and pretty badly by the look of it but since it was a big bus compared to the number of people on it (there were multiple large buses to pick up the 50 girls ) there were a number of empty seats so only Stephanie saw her. the girl then turned her head to Stephanie and said with herhandsstill in her crotch "any idea how long before we stop" she responded by saying about an hour and half. When the girl heard this she looked like she was about to cry Stephanie decided to bring up the topic of her desperation "I'm sorry if this offends you but you kinda look like you need to pee" the girl confirmed this by saying ya think in a rude tone which she then apologised for saying she was just worried that she would wet herself. Stephanie tried offering her some words of support after asking for her name which was kacey. Stephanie talked to her encouraging her to hold on and telling her not to think about it which didn't seem to be working as she only increased her grip on her skirt and started to sweat .
After another half hour kacey realised her tortured bladder couldn't take it anymore she realised she had to go now but how would she explain it to Stephanie. kacey took a deep breathe before reaching into her bag and taking out an empty thermos. Stephanie noticed this and said "I don't think you should be drinking anything in your state kacey looked at her and said "I'm not going to be drinking anything out of this quite the opposite in fact" Stephanie thought she was joking for a moment but then realised she was completely serious, she was surprised but understanding. Stephanie liked at her and said "fine I'll look away and I won't say anything" kacey sad thank you and slowly started to remove her panties and edge forward on her seat before positioning the thermos over her urethra. despite the fact that her bladder was begging for release and that she had done this before on family car trips she still found it hard to pee despite her bladder begging for release from her aching urethra. After some deep breathing and calming herself down she was able to release a small stream of pee from her urethra into the thermos trying to keep it quiet so as not to alert anyone else on the bus whilst keeping an eye out to make sure no one was watching as there was always the risk that she was being heard. When she was sure the coast was clear she saw looked down to see her pee slowly exiting her urethra and splashing into the thermos and to her horror noticed that it was filling up and would be full before she was finished as she still had plenty to go. kacey prayed she would empty her bladder before the thermos filled up but alas she was forced to cut off herblissful stream of relief which caused her urethra great stress and her bladder tried to force the rest of her urine out. she quickly screwed the cap on the thermos making sure it was on right and then putting it back in her bag leaving her still desperate to release the rest of her pee.
meanwhile Stephanie turned her head back to her expecting to find her looking relieved only to be surprised to find she wasn't kacey explained to her that the thermos had filled up and that she still had to pee. Stephanie thinking fast revered she had a wide top empty bottle of water in her bag which she was sure kacey would be able to accurately aim over. she quickly got the bottle out of her bag giving it to kacey and turning her head to then hear kacey's stream of pee exit her body much faster than before and when it stopped she turned round to see kacey pulling her pants up with a full bottle of urine next to her looking completely relieved with her even confirming it and putting the bottle in her bag not like she was going to re use it. the girls then casually talked until they arrived at the camp.
End of part 2 |
Part 3
After kacey's incident on the bus the rest of the trip to the camp seemed to pass relatively quickly in fact they were there before Stephanie knew it and once they arrived at the camp she was surprised to see how large it was she assumed that due to the nature of this camp it would be a relatively cheap looking place her parents must have played a lot of money to send her here she hoped it would make her able to hold it longer. When everyone was off the bus the 50 girls were greeted by the camp's 10 councillers and the owner who looked in her early 60's where as the councilers looked no older than 30 before the girls went through the gates the girls were put into 10 groups of 5 and each group had its own counceller who told the 5 girls her name was Emma and that there would be more introductions when they got to their cabin which Emma then led the girls to. Stephanie didn't get to see much of the camp before she and her group which included kacey and three girls she hadn't spoken with to their cabin which was cabin number 6. When the girls and there counceller got in the cabin Emma started explaining the rules and discussing the facilities of the camp. most of the stuff about the camp made sense such as the mess hall and sports facilities but the thing that stood out to her was the bathroom. They were told that there was 1 toilet in each cabin and three toilet stalls for everyone to use in the shower block which had 5 showers and each group would be told to shower in the morning one group at a time. Before Emma left them to talk and unpack they were told to meet in the mess hall in half an hour.
After each girl had claimed a bed and unpacked they started to introduce themselves. Stephanie started the introductions followed by kacey which was then followed by a blonde girl who was shorter than the others who told everyone her name was Emily, a tall girl with long black hair then introduced herself saying her name was Danielle and last a quiet girl with long brown hair quietly told everyone her name was Jamie and after some more light conversation about their schools and home life and such it was time to head into the mess hall for lunch which was a good thing as most of the girls were starving after the trip there.
Lunch that day consisted of sandwiches, wraps and fruit juice or if you wanted, water. As each the girls hadn't really interacted with anyone else they all sat together and continued their conversations about their homes until Jamie got up from her chair claiming she had to use the bathroom. She walked over to the exit but was turned away by a counceller who was standing in front of it who presumably denied her permission to go as she walked back to her chair with her group. The girls asked her what happened and she said that no one was allowed to leave until the end of lunch in half an hour which was annoying but Jamie claimed she would be fine. In truth that wasn't true as Jamie had been needing to go since before they arrived and due to not wanting to excuse herself didn't go in the cabin and now found she was desperate for a pee and seriously doubted she could hold it til after lunch but since she didn't want her group to know that she didn't tell them how desperate she was and she didn't hold herself or show any signs of desperation so she decided to just hold it and continue the conversation and finish her drink. 10 minutes later and her decision to finish her drink was letting her down as she had become even more desperate but still reframed from letting anyone know but still continued to tell herself she could make it but all that self talk was useless as a small spurt escaped her aching pee hole which took all her strength to stop. Jamie decided that if she was going to pee herself she shouldn't do it here and since she had finished her lunch she had an excuse to make herself scarce by going to put her plate and tray back. whilst slowly walking over to the bin she noticed that it was full and that one of the cooks was getting ready to take it out back. Jamie suddenly realised what she should and after discarding her tray offered to take the bag out back. The cook thanked her and pointed her in the direction of the bins through a fire exit and once she heard that quickly made her way outside.
Once she got outside she threw the bag in the bin and then threw her hands in her crotch and then frantically looked around for a place to pee to her horror another spurt escaped her hole which she prayed wouldn't show on her leggings. After looking around she saw a bush that would easily give her enough cover and as quick as she could she ran over to it and lowered her leggings and panties squatted low and finally got a chance to relieve herself from all the urinein her system as it splashed onto the dirt below as she sighed in relief as the all that piss escaped her hole. Jamie continued to keep a look out to make sure no one was watching and when she was sure she was alone looked down to see the stream exiting her strained holding muscles as she continued to sigh in relief. After almost a minute and a half her stream cut off and she got a chance to inspect the damage and luckily it don't show on her leggings. She quickly pulled up her leggings and panties and ran back inside to her table and luckily no one asked why she was gone so long.
End of part 3
P.S props to anyone who can figure out why their cabin number is 6 it has something to do with the original |
Part 6
It was now 3 days into camp and the girls were only now preparing for their first activity that seemed summer camp like and that was a hike. Though apart from the hike there was one other issue at the camp. Over the past 3 days a pipe that connected the camp toilet pipes to the other pipes burst meaning that a bunch of cabin toilets were out of order including theirs. Though luckily for them it had not been as much of a problem even though the other toilets were still not open 24/7 as they usually never had to go during the sessions when the toilets were locked and even if they did they were always able to hold it bit for the other groups they weren't do lucky as there had been girls in groups of up to 3 at a time running into the forest holding their crotches and 1 girl even wet herself as she simply couldn't hold it any longer.
It was now the day of the hike and the girls were in the mess hall picking up the bagged lunches that had been made for them by the staff. They were all about to go meet Emma but then Emily announced she had to use the bathroom and asked Danielle to bring her bag over to where they were meeting Emma to which she agreed. Emily exited the mess hall and ran over to the bathroom. When she reached the toilets she pushed on the door only to find it was locked. She was disappointed but not much as she didn't have to go that bad anyway and if push came to shove she could just go behind a bush heck that's why she chose to wear a skirt instead of the long trousers that were recommended.
When Emily got to the meeting point at the start of the forest Emma explained the trail to them. They were told they were going to be hiking to the top of a hill and back which meant they had to go through the forest and other hilly terrain with a lunch break at the top of the hill. Before setting off Emma told the girls two things,1 to stay hydrated which would be easy as they had plenty of water and 2 no one was allowed to pee until they got to the top of the hill. The other 4 girls weren't bothered by this decision as they didn't need to go anyway but Emily was worried as the hill was a fair distance away and she was guessing her bladder was full right about now. With everyone informed and ready to go Emma led them into the forest.
30 minutes into the hike and Emily was seriously starting to regret not just peeing in the bushes near the camp as her need to pee had grown significantly to the point where she stayed behind the group so no one could see she her visual signs of desperation and to her surprise no one had noticed. She was considering begging Emma to stop for a pre break but decided not to mostly because she knew she'd say no and also because she didn't want to seem weak to the other girls so she decided to just hold it till they got to the break point and pray she wouldn't pee herself. After what seemed like forever they got out the forest and into the hilly clearing Emma mentioned. Emily was a little worried that she would have no privacy when she got a chance and in her state she was seriously considering just squatting down and peeing off the trail but she decided not to as since the path wasn't completely straight and without forks in the road she would probably get lost and to make matters even worse she had been constantly drinking out of water bottles during the hike to keep herself hydrated in fact that was probably the reason she had to pee do badly. After more painful hiking her bladder gave out for a few seconds letting out a few spurts of pee into her pants with the last spurt going few her panties dripping onto the dirt. Emily had to stop and jam her hands in her crotch to stop the flow, at this point she was more desperate now than when she did the holding challenge and that was when she was under the influence of dieturics. She thought back to the start of the day trying to figure out why she had to pee so badly. She remembered not going before she went to bed and not going before or after breakfast and during breakfast she did drink a fair bit including too cups of coffee and combined with the liquid drank during the hike she was surprised she hadn't burst by now. When Emily regained control she noticed her group were quite far ahead and she had to speed walk to catch up which in her case was very difficult.
After 15 more minutes of painful walking Emily received the glorious announcement that they were at the base of the hill where they would have their break and that when they got to the top they would have a break and their would also be rocks which they could pee behind at the top. This announcement gave Emily the grit to hold on as she started the trek up the hill behind her group with her hands dug in her crotch to hopefully avoid a wetting and by half way up the hill it was looking promising until she lost control for a solid 3 seconds causing a 3 second steam to shoot out of her soaking her underwear and dripping down to the dirt. Emily was worried bit she wasn't coming this far only to wet herself now so the doubled down and squeezed her muscles tighter than she ever did and slowly made her way up the hill and to her delight she made it up her bladder burning for release and she was delighted when she saw the rocks she could pee behind. Once she put her bag down she was about to go pee until to her horror kacey exclaimed she had to pee and before Emily could object she had already ran behind the rocks. Emily now had no choice but to sit and wait for the kacey her bladder begging her to just go but still she held on. After a painful minute and a half wait she saw kacey run out from behind a huge rock and without even saying anything to anyone got up and darted behind the rock not caring who saw her.
When she was out of sight of everyone she didn't even bother to squat down she just moved her underpants to the side lifted her skirt up and relaxed her holding muscles. Almost immediately her pee exited her pee hole and noisily splattered down on the grass right next to kacey's puddle. The relief felt by Emily was indescribable in fact it was even better than when she got to pee after the holding challenge. After staring into space for 15 seconds enjoying the relief Emily looked down at her urethra only to see over 12 hours worth of liquids spraying out of her at a rapid pace forming a puddle that was already bigger than kacey's to the point where she was amazed she could hold so much. After another minute of peeing her stream cut off and she was about to move her panties back into place but another 3 2 second long streams shot out of her one after the other and she also examined the damage done to her underwear, she came to the conclusion that she would need to change them when she got back to camp. After wiping herself with some tissues she had on her she ran out from behind the rock and back to the group where she had her lunch and lucky no one asked why she was so long.
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Hey so I thought I would try and revive this thread
Part 8
It was only a day after the hike that the girls were told that they would be going on another trip away from camp which was an overnight camping trip and that they would leave the next day.
This lead to a lot of conversation amongst the girls as they had no clue as to the alterior motive of this activity was to the point where they were asking the girls from other groups about what the motive of the camping trip was but to their dissapointment they said nothing so the girls came to their own conclusion that they would simply be told to hold their pee for the entirety of the hike but if only they knew how wrong theyd'd be.
It was now the day of the hike and when the girls were woken up they were told that since their activity is the camping trip they would have to wash and eat breakfast earlier than the other campers. The girls all got out of bed and before they went to the shower block they decided they would go pee whilst they were there but to their surprise when they got to the toilet block only to see that it was locked some of the girls were dissapointed by this as they genuinely did have to pee but they guessed that was the point. By the time the girls had showered and eaten the other groups were out of their cabins and by the time they had packed their bags a few of them had finished breakfast and were wandering the camp as they had free time for a bit before their activities.
When the girls were all packed they went over to meet Emma their councellor before heading off to the campsite and when they met up with her they were surprised to hear her tell them to drop their bags and to go to the toilet blocks so that she could unlock them. When they arrived to the toilet block and Emma told the girls to go in as they had to go to the toilet before they set off. This surprised the girls as they had never actively been told to go the toilet only to hold it so being told to actively go to the toilet was unsusual to say the least. Never the less the girls obliged and all 5 of them entered the toilet block as other girls gave them jelous looks as at this time nearly everyone had to pee and the toilet lockings had no pattern so people had to just wing it and hope for the best. When the girl got into the toilet stall the three stalls were taken up by Jamie, Danielle and Emily leaving Kacey and Stephanie waiting for available stalls. Whilst waiting for the others to finish up they got into a conversation about the true intention of this activity. "So Stephanie what do you think the point of this activity is, I mean we clearly dont have to hold it till we get to camp so what do you think the intention is." Stephanie responded with a shrug and then when Danielle finished peeing she took her own spot on toilet leaving Kacey to wonder on her own. She didnt think about the alterior motive for long as Emily exited her stall leaving it open for Kacey to use. While Kacey was surprised they were allowed to use the toilet before going she was glad they did as she kinda had to go quite badly due to the fact that she hadnt went the night before and if the challenge was to hold it till they got to camp she definitely would've struggled to make it. When she went into the stall she locked and locked it behind her. She then lowered her leggings and panties to her before tsking a seat on the toilet and after a a small sigh a thin stream quickly exited her flower and splattered down on the water below which echoed throughout the stall. After 30 seconds her stream cut off but her bladder was'nt fully empty yet as before she stood up a small spurt sprayed from her pee hole down into the toilet. When Kacey was ready she exited the toilet block to find her group waiting for her and when she exited they went off to the edge of the camp where they had lef their bags.
When they reached the edge of camp the girls were given a brief explanation of the route they would take to the campsite and how long it would take, surprise surprise it was a long route but luckily they would be having a lunch break halfway through the trip. Emma also explained to them that the tents they brought would fit three people and that their should be three in one and two in the other and she also mentioned that she had her own one person tent which would be pitched away from their tents. Once she was sure that everyone was suffiently informed and ready she set off towards the campsite. On the way there the girls were still left wondering what the true point of this activity was all but they quickly decided to shrug this off and enjoy the day and they would worry about it later.
When the girls reached the break area halfway through their hike Emma passed around the lunches that had been provided to them by the camp and they took a seat at the large picnic table that was just off the trail in the clearing and started to eat their lunch. By the time that all five girls had consumed their lunch and drank any juice that was provided with their lunch it was starting to be felt in one girls bladder and that girls bladder was Danielles who noticed before they were about to leave that she was feeling a small urge to pee in her bladder nothing serious but something that would be best to deal with now rather than later. Danielle was about to announce that she had to go but then reaslised that even if she was given permission there was no where to go as they were in a clearing with no bushes or grass tall enough to give her cover. She was disapointed as she doubted they would get another break until they got to camp which would still be hours away so this initially worried her but when she thought about it again she realised that due to the training her bladder had recieved she would probably be able to hold it until they got to the camp and that she should just not think about it and get on with the hike.
When the girls were a good bit into the second part of the hike the idea that Danielle would be able to just forget about her bladder was proving to be flawed as her need to pee had greatly increasened over the time it took to get from the break area to where they are now and she realised that it was only going to get worse as time went on she was already at the point where it was starting to affect her walking speed and she was hanging back from the rest of the group to avoid them noticing her need. But what she didnt know was that she wasnt the only girl whose bladder was desiring to be emptied infact intruth all five of girls were starting to need to pee they just werent admitting it to each other as they all thought they could hold it till they got to camp but that remained to be seen.
It was now an hour later and all five girls were in some serious trouble if they couldnt get some release quickly as it was getting to the point where they all had to slow down to keep their panties dry infact Emma had even kept walking infront of them as the path to the camp had no forks and Emma was cerrain they wouldnt get lost. It was obvious that all five of them had to pee but Danielle was by far the most desperate and had her hands dug into her crotch to take the pressure off. By this point all girls knew that the others had to pee they just hadnt admitted it sure it made them fell a little better but not much but so far all was going smoothly until Stepahnie suffered a strong bladder spasm causing her to stop walking and loudly gasp which inturn caused the whole group to stop. They all just stood still for a moment until kacey spoke up. "Just to make sure we're all desperate to pee right now am I right?" the other four girls nodded with pained looks on their faces. She then added "Look its obvious we aint gonna make it and there's tall grass on both sides of the path so how about two go at a time." The other girls aggreed to this and the first two girls who were Stephanie and Kacey slowly hobbled into the small patches of tall grass on either side of the road. When they crouched down out of sight the other three girls could hear them loudly relieving themselves in the grass which caused Jamie to increase the grip on her flower to avoid leaking into her pants. As Stephanie and Kacey were busy peeing in the grass the next two girls Danielle and Jamie were hastily waiting their turn to pee. Stepahnie was ther first to finish and before Danielle could move Jamie was already taking her place as she could see her taking a large step to avoid stepping into Stephanie's puddle as she waited for Kacey who was still loudly peeing inside the bush. Just when she thought she couldnt hold it any longer Kacey stood up and stepped out of the bush and before Kacey was fully out Danielle rushed in and hastily pulled down her panties after hiking her skirt up and squatting low in the bush. As soon as she did that Her flower exploded releasing a torrent of pee into the grass causing the already huge puddle Kacey made to grow even bigger as she breathed heavily as she felt her strained bladder deflate as the urine exited her body and sprayed onto grass below it was such an amzing feeling that she could barely describe it just felt so good. When Danielle finally finished she stood up after pulling her panties up to see Emily still standing there clutching her crotch with an obvious look of desperation on her face. Danielle asked her why she didnt go and she said it was because she didnt like peeing out doors around others and said she would hold it till camp as she heard Emma say that there were toilets at camp the other girls were surprised but understanding as not everyone likes peeing outdoors so with Emily's still full bladder the girls carried on.
The next half hour for Emily was hard to say the least her desicion to not relieve herself was proving to be a bad one as her bladder was at the point where it practically begged for release but still she held onto hope that she could hold it. After anoyher five minutes of painful holding her bladder started to give in. It started with a large leak that sprayed into her panties and caused her to yelp so loud that the rest of the group stopped and looked at her. Hoping to not embarras herself she slowly hobbled along the trail but at this point her bladder was so strained that it was painful and as she slowly hobbled towards the group who were stood still a small trail of pee followed her until she literally couldnt walk anymore. Slowly she looked at her group and through teared eyes said "can you please look away" the rest of the group oblieged and turned round thinking that she would probably just wet herself but oh boy how wrong they were. What emily did do was raise the front of her skirt and slowly move her stained pee soaked panties to side and relaxed her holding muscles. As soon as she did this a thick torrent raced out of her girl hood at lightning speed and splattered on the ground below puddling at her feet causing her to sigh loudly. Kacey got curious and slowly turned her head around and when she saw what she was doing she quickly turned back around as emily was quickly emptying her overfilled bladder which was still going full force after a minute and showed no signs of stopping. eventually her pee slowed down and later cut off at around the 1.5 minute mark with a huge puddle at her feet. The rest of the group turned round and were surprised by how dry her skirt was but still they didnt say anything and just continued walking to camp.
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Part 11
After Kacey had peed behind the tree it was clear she needed a change of clothes even though she was able to quickly remove her leggings and panties they were still soaked with pee so whilst everyone else was starting to cook their dinner on the two stoves provided (one for each tent) Kacey retreated into her tent to change her clothes. Kacey decided it would be best to wear a skirt so that if she was bursting to pee again her she would only have to remove her underwear which would be easier than having to remove leggings aswell. Once Kacey was fully in the tent which was zipped up behind her she began to remove her clothes she started with her panties and leggings but strangely she put on a skirt first as she had considered going out there without panties on but then decided not to as it might show if she sat down. When she was reaching for a dry pair of pants she froze in place as sher felt a small spurt escape her numb holding muscles. Kacey quickly threw her hands in her crotch to try and hold back any potential spurts but after 30 seconds of keeping her hands in place realised that it must be pee that she did not release behind the tree but she decided it would be best to go to the toilet after getting dressed just to be safe. Once she was ready she exited the tent and before leaving told Stephanie that she was going to the toilet and that she would help with the stove when she got back. Stephanie was surprised that she still had to go but didnt mention it.
Kacey ran along the path to the toilet hoping that she didnt leak anymore than the bit in the tent which gladfully she had dried up before she left. When she reached the toilet block she threw the door open and without even locking it behind her quickly removed her panties and squatted over the toilet. After a few seconds a quick jet of pee shot out of her numb holding muscles and splattered into the toilet leaving Kacey feeling the same relief as she did when she had peed behind the tree. When the stream stopped Kacey stayed in the position to see if anymore pee would come out and after about 5 seconds a long spurt flew out of her leaving her fully relieved, for now.
Kacey ran back to camp as she didnt want to leave Stephanie waiting. Luckily she wasnt even annoyed about her running off as she sympathised with her position and the two began cooking their dinner. Since the girls finished cooking at around the same time they ate together and sat talking about the day so far. Jamie brought up Kacey's predicament and asked her if her holding muscles felt any stronger and she replied with a no as she drank the coke that she had brought with her .
It wasn't until hours later that Kacey's bladder was a serious issue until then it was just constant trips to the toilet whenever she drank something nothing major. It was now much later infact it was 30 minutes until the girls had to go to bed granted they were'nt sure exactly what time it was but it was dark so it must've been pretty late and since the girls had nothing to do they decided to just go to bed. Emma then showed up with a tray with five cups of hot chocolate on it offering the girls something to drink before bed. All five of the girls indulged even Kacey even though she knew it would bite her in the but soon after but she would just go to the toilet whilst she was in her tent not like she was scared of the dark anyway.
After the hot chocolate the girls got ready for bed but before they did Emma informed them that their tents would be padlocked behind them and that their task would be hold it till morning. All five of the girls were shocked by this but Emma assured them that she did not put any dieturic in their drink and that they shouldnt worry. In truth the girls werent worried for themselves they were worried for Kacey who's bladder clearly couldnt handle till morning. The girls then climbed into their tents which were sealed by Emma ensuring they couldnt get out till morning. When Emma left Kacey tried the door to see if she could open it but to her dissapointment she could not. Kacey was worried as she could already feel her flower tingle indicating that she could pee right now but still she tried to suffer through till morning.
It was now an hour later and it was clearly obvious that Kacey couldnt hold it till morning as she was at the point where she had her hands dug into her crotch as hard as she could trying to contain the liquid inside of her whilst Stephanie stayed up aswell trying to give her support. Despite her effort Kacey was at the point where she could wet at any moment. It was then that Stephanie remembered that they had a spare bin bag that was meant to be used for rubbish but at this point no one would notice if it went missing she would probably just throw it in the river tommorrow morning it may not be enviromentally friendly but it was better than her peeing herself. Stephanie then grabbed the bag and gave it to Kacey and indicated by gestures what she was supposed to do. Kacey didnt really want to pee in a bag right next to someone but at this point what choice did she have it was like the time on the bus on the way in when she had to pee in a bottle she didnt want to do it but she had to. She quickly removed her pyjama bottoms and under wear dow to her ankles and luckily it was easier to position herself over the bag so she didnt have to spent more time trying to position herself than she did when peeing in a bottle so as soon as she was in position she relaxed her still weak holding muscles and her pee shot out of her and pooled in the bottom of the bag as she sighed in relief as she felt her poor bladder empty its contents into the bag which luckily was leak proof so it didnt leak onto the floor. Despite her not having drunk that much her bladder was emptying more liquid than she expected. Soon enough though her stream cut off and after some more spurts escaping her pee hole she was done. Luckily her pee didnt smell that bad so they tied up the bag and left it at the other side of the tent so luckliy didnt bother them at all that night and they were able to get a good nights sleep.
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Apologies for the repost; I wanted to update the story but realized I had tagged my previous post incorrectly. While this chapter and the one I'm about to publish don't have messing, I plan on including it in future chapters; as such, wanted to give people the heads up. Below is a repost of Chapter I, Chapter II will be close behind.
Hi all, I've been kicking around a few ideas centered on the TV show Riverdale. If you haven't seen it, it's basically Archie Comics meets Twin Peaks -- a complete mess of a product, but entertaining nonetheless. All the actors are well over 18, and my descriptions hopefully indicate that, so pretend as though this world is staffed entirely of 18+ high schoolers. By the standards of the original Riverdale, that's actually pretty normal.
This first chapter is based on the pilot episode. I stripped out a lot of the original plot elements (Jason Blossom's death, etc) but may bring them back in later installments. This chapter has a lot of background in it and it somewhat light on the wetting description, so I apologize -- going forward, should be a lot more efficient.
Chapter I: The Riverdale Mermaids
“Oh my God, Archie Andrews got hot!”
Since they first became friends in the second grade, Betty Cooper and Kevin Keller had spent countless hours in the Coopers’ idyllic suburban house. Cross-legged on the bed in Betty’s 2nd floor room, they grew up eating snacks, swapping gossip, and fretting about classes. However, the night before their sophomore year, they had abandoned their normal post to press up eagerly against Betty’s window – which looked directly into the Andrews’ house next door. Kevin insisted they augment their routine gossip session by peering into Archie’s room, and despite Betty’s protests, their spying seemed to have paid off.
“Kevin!” Betty exclaimed, admonishing him for his tactless comment, but not taking her eyes away from the scene before her. Archie, her best friend and next-door neighbor, was strutting shirtless around his room. Betty had long harbored a crush on Archie, and she felt her face grow warm as she gazed at his abs and torso. A summer of construction at his father’s firm had added muscle to his skinny frame, complementing his strong jaw and shock of bright red hair. Betty was suddenly glad that Kevin was too busy ogling Archie to see her own reaction.
“What! It’s true!” exclaimed Kevin. “I bet you can’t wait to get back to school and show off your goods. You’ll have that ginger Adonis eating out of the palm of your hand in no time.”
Kevin had faithfully served the role of gay best friend since 13, when he first came out to Betty. Of the two, he was far more brazen in commenting on all the cute guys in their class. But Betty had eyes for only Archie, and Kevin had long known about this crush.
“Kevin, I don’t think Archie will ever pay attention to me. Especially not now that he looks like that,” Betty replied dejectedly.
Kevin turned to look at his friend. While Archie may have put on muscle over the summer, Betty had undergone her own transformation. He remembered the stick-thin girl who sported braces all throughout middle school. Now, Betty sported a blonde ponytail pulled over a pink sweater, her alabaster skin and aquamarine eyes creating a wholesome, pretty girl-next-door image.
“Betty, don’t be ridiculous. You’re gorgeous, and your goods are gorgeous, and you just have to flaunt them!” Betty blushed, as she did every time Kevin mentioned her body. Determined, Kevin pushed on. “You know what you should do if you’re so worried about getting him to notice you? Try out for the Riverdale Vixens!”
“I don’t know Kevin, you remember what happened last year -- it didn't exactly go very well.” Not well was quite the understatement – Betty had been told directly by Cheryl, the fiery redhead in charge of the cheerleading squad, that she was too fat to join the team. Objectively, the comment was ridiculous – Betty’s slim figure fit nicely into the rotating wardrobe of tight sweaters she wore for Archie’s benefit – but the memory of humiliation still lingered.
“Yeah, but Cheryl was just being a jerk! You need to stick up for yourself Betty – you’d be a positively fantastic Vixen, and you shouldn’t let her stand in your way.”
Before Betty could respond, her mom walked through the door. Though well into middle-age, Alice Cooper cut a striking figure, and her domineering personality sucked the air out of any room she entered. As far as Betty could remember, her mother had been a strict disciplinarian. Now that Betty’s sister, Polly, had been mysteriously sent away, her helicopter parenting had reached critical levels.
“Hello Mrs. Cooper!” Kevin cheerfully addressed Betty’s mom.
“Hello Kevin. Betty, it’s a school night – I need you in bed pronto. Say goodbye to your friend.”
Betty walked Kevin to the front door, chattering all the while about how excited they were to come back to school the following day. Promising to talk to him soon, she closed the door and came back inside. She was greeted by Alice, who was standing at the foot of the staircase leading to Betty’s room with her arms crossed.
“Betty, dear, remember to use the toilet before bed. We don’t want any mishaps before your first day.”
“Mom!” Betty meekly protested. For the past few years, Betty had been struggling with anxiety. Whenever she was pressured, Betty would dig her fingernails into her hands hard enough to draw blood. Kevin, Archie, and the rest of her friends could see it but were kind enough not to say anything. A far more embarrassing and thankfully discreet symptom was her bedwetting. While this had been a nightly occurrence for some time, it had mostly stopped by middle school.
Still, there were isolated incidents, particularly under stress. The night her sister Polly had been sent to a long stay at the hospital, Betty dreamed that she was floating underwater. Beside her, Polly and Polly’s ex-boyfriend Jason Blossom drifted lifelessly with their faces in the water. In her dream, she tried to call out to Polly, but the limp corpse didn’t respond. Instead, Jason’s body opened its eyes and lunged at her, causing her to wake up with a scream. Alice, startled by the noise, came up the stairs to find her teenage daughter sitting in a puddle radiating out from between her legs. Since then, Alice insisted that Betty use the toilet promptly before going to bed, saying she was tired of scrubbing yellow stains out of Betty’s pretty pink blankets. While Betty was embarrassed by her mom reminding her, she knew she was right – she was pretty nervous for her first day back.
After taking care of her bathroom needs, brushing her teeth, and changing in to her light pink nightgown, Betty crawled underneath her covers. As she closed her eyes, she thought wistfully of what it would be like to be a Vixen.
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Betty heard the clamor of her classmates as she walked down Riverdale’s main hall for her first day of sophomore year. In keeping with her mother’s strict insistence on conservative garb, Betty had donned a tight argyle sweater and a knee-length red skirt that morning. Complete with a pink bow fixed in her hair, Betty felt eerily like a Norman Rockwell painting come to life. Looking around her school corroborated that picture – she saw Reggie and the football team harassing Dillon Doyle about which classes he could do their homework for, and passed by cheerleaders gossiping about their summer flings.
“Are you Betty Cooper?”
Betty turned to look for the source of the voice, and saw a beautiful Latina girl. Silky, jet-black hair fell straight down onto her smooth caramel skin. While this girl had a short and lithe frame, her femininity was accentuated by a very short black skirt and a top showing a generous amount of cleavage. In the presence of this gorgeous, provocatively dressed newcomer, Betty felt acutely aware of her chaste outfit. It took her a moment before she was able to find her words.
“Yes, I’m Betty. Are you Veronica Lodge?”
As Betty spoke, she remembered that she had promised Principal Weatherbee to chaperone a last-minute new student for the day. She hadn’t expected anything like this girl though, with her ostentatious outfit adorned by a pearl necklace and expensive looking jewelry.
“The one and only. I believe you’ve been saddled with introducing me to the various players of Fast Times at Riverdale High, yes?”
Betty struggled again to find her words as she tried to remember what she had heard about Veronica through the Riverdale rumor mill. Allegedly, Veronica was a bit of spoiled brat who had lived in NYC before coming to Riverdale. Her expensive outfit and haughty look of disdain as she surveyed the lockers definitely confirmed that. According to Kevin, Veronica had been living the high-life at her expensive prep school before her father was arrested for white collar crime. To keep expenses down, the family was forced to move to Riverdale, where Veronica’s mother and father had grown up. This was not a girl to cross, Betty thought, as she finally spoke.
“I’m more than happy to give you the tour of campus. Ready to get started?”
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As they walked, Betty found herself warming up to Veronica. Her initial impression had been melted away as Veronica asked about her life at Riverdale, what her friends were like, and complimented Betty’s outfit. With Kevin following in tow, Veronica and Betty chatted away, with the latter pointing out all the important landmarks.
“These are the school bathrooms. They’re usually pretty gross though”
Betty gestured to a door labeled “Ladies” with peeling white paint, sandwiched between two lockers. Veronica turned and looked where Betty was pointing with disgust.
“Oh God. I don’t plan on letting my precious derrière touch that diseased porcelain while I’m here. Do you even have bidets in that abomination?”
Betty laughed. “Oh, there are certainly no bidets. In fact, I’d say that there’s about a 50% chance of any given stall even having toilet paper.” Betty was normally far too timid to talk about bathroom matters, but found that Veronica’s brazen attitude was starting to rub off on her.
“Gross!” Veronica shrieked. “I imagine that’s why it looks like Pippi Longstocking over there has such a tight ass, her cheeks must be stuck together.”
Betty turned to look where Veronica’s gaze was fixed, and saw Cheryl communing with a few of her underlings on the cheerleading team. Betty laughed again at Veronica’s crass joke, but felt her heart fall ash she looked at her tormentor from last year. “I can’t let her get to me,” Betty thought, digging her fingernails into her hand. Her reaction was strong enough to draw Veronica’s notice.
“Betty, dear, are you all right? Is it that positively rank smell from the bathrooms that’s affecting you?”
“No Veronica,” Betty replied, unclenching her hands. “Let’s just keep moving.”
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Betty invited Veronica to come eat lunch with her and her friends. Kevin, of course, tagged along, complimenting Veronica’s outfit and witty remarks the whole way. They were joined by Jughead, a skinny, sardonic individual who seemed skeptical of Veronica’s attitude, and Archie. Betty felt her heart beat a little faster has he sat down with his guitar.
Over lunch, the friends caught up. Archie filled them in on his burgeoning music career and desire to become a professional singer. Betty noticed with a small pang of jealousy the way that Veronica was eyeing Archie, but tried her best to shrug it off. Everything was progressing as normal until Cheryl haughtily approached their lunch bench.
“What have we here? Is Ugly Betty stuffing her face with her usual grace?”
Though Cheryl’s cutting remark hurt deeply, Betty couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Cheryl’s “brand” was red – her red hair, red lipstick, and red clothes framed her buxom figure. With an incredible ass and rotten heart, it was no wonder that Cheryl was the captain of the cheerleading team, Betty thought to herself.
“Why don’t you back off, Cheryl. Betty needs your negativity less than you need that horribly gaudy outfit.” Veronica sneered back.
Betty was shocked. Nobody ever spoke to Cheryl this way. She looked around for reactions. Jughead looked amused, Archie looked worried, and Cheryl’s underlings looked flabbergasted. But Cheryl herself looked more impressed than taken aback.
“You know, I kind of like your style new girl. I guess having a jailbird Daddy makes you a little tougher. I’d like you to try out for the Vixens this afternoon.”
“I’ll only go if Betty comes with me,” Veronica fired back.
Betty was now even more shocked than she was a moment ago. She didn’t expect to be dragged into this. But before she had had a chance to respond, Cheryl had burst into laughter.
“Fine! Bring that bloated cow,” Cheryl spat, “and let’s see if you both have what it takes to be elite.” With that, Cheryl stormed off, lackeys in tow.
“Veronica, I can’t do this!” Betty said, her heart racing to her throat. “Cheryl hates me, she calls me fat, she..”
“Don’t worry about it B”, Veronica said. “We’re going to make the team no matter what Cheryl thinks. That’s a Lodge guarantee.”
“I think it’s a great idea!” Kevin piped up. “I do too,” said Archie, and all of a sudden Betty felt she had no choice in the matter.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” Betty said to a beaming Veronica. Despite herself, she felt hopeful. Maybe Veronica would help even the odds a bit this time around.
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As Betty was finishing up her lunch, she felt a customary pressure in her lower abdomen. She had long lived her life under the thumb of her authoritarian mother, adhering to strict study schedules and regimented extracurricular activities. As a result, her bathroom use followed an equally predictable pattern. After getting rid of a night’s worth of pent-up urine each morning, Betty would wait until the end of lunch period to make her next bathroom trip at roughly 12:30 each day. She would empty her bladder, wash her hands, and have time to make her 12:35 class. Her next bathroom break would take place at 3:00pm, right after the final school bell rang. This way, she would never miss any class time, and could show up to her after-school activities unfettered by her anatomical needs.
“Excuse me everyone, I’m going to go freshen up before class.” Betty delivered her customary line before standing up from the bench to go perform her daily ritual.
“Wait up, Betty, I’ll come with you too!” Veronica said, getting up hurriedly with her Louis Vutton purse draped across her shoulder.
Betty’s heart fell. Growing up, she had always been closer with guys than girls, and didn’t have much experience with bathroom buddies. What’s more, Betty had always felt awkward “going” in front of people, particularly given some of her prior experiences in the school bathrooms.
Without trying to, Betty recalled a horrifying moment toward the end of last year. Like clockwork, she had come in after lunch to use the ladies room. That day, Cheryl and her cronies had been fixing their makeup at the mirrors, paying her no mind as she went into the stall to do her business. Her pee was standard, gushing forth from between her legs in a powerful stream that hissed as it touched the front of the porcelain and dribbled down into the water. As she relaxed the muscles in her lower body, she unintentionally relaxed a bit too much. The greasy burger she had eaten at Pop’s the day before made itself known with a rumbling in her lower gut, and before she could stop it…
“BRAPPPP”
A thunderous fart echoed off the bowl, serving as a coda to the urination which had tapered down into a weak stream. Betty felt her heart pound and her face turned a deep vermillion, praying that nobody outside would react. She wasn’t that lucky – Cheryl’s cronies cackled while the Queen Bee screamed in disgust that it smelled like a squirrel had died. As the stink of overripe meat engulfed Betty’s nostrils, she heard the door slam – cronies still laughing, Cheryl still screaming about calling an exterminator. She’d been too afraid to use the school bathrooms for weeks after that, and the memory was etched into her brain. But she couldn’t think of a reason to ask Veronica to stay back without sounding crazy, so she said nothing as her new friend followed her to the toilets.
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Betty swung open the ladies’ room door with some trepidation, Veronica in tow. As she walked toward the stall furthest away from the door, she noticed that Veronica wasn’t following her. Instead, the buxom new girl had paused at the mirrors, leaning against the sink. Betty paused for a moment.
“Oh, go ahead,” Veronica said. “I’d sooner die than eliminate waste on these Bates motel-esque toilets. I’m just here for the company.”
“So you’re not going to use the school bathrooms at all?” Betty ventured.
“No. We Lodge women have a great deal of bodily control, particularly over our more unsavory needs. Daddy made me sit through a dinner with the Ambassador to Belgium for 8 hours once without a single bathroom break and perform a dance after – I didn’t spring a single leak. I think I can wait long enough to use my private commode.”
“Okay,” Betty said uncertainly, pushing open her stall door.
Betty pulled down her red skirt and white panties. Though she would never speak to Veronica about it, Betty didn’t like sitting on the school toilets either. Instead, she hovered over the seat to avoid the urine spray from previous visitors. Nobody else was in the bathroom. Betty tried to relax.
But, despite her consistency, Betty found that she couldn’t go. She was far too self-conscious knowing that Veronica would hear every movement and sound in this bathroom. Her face burned with shame as she remembered her Cheryl encounter. Even if Veronica was nice to her now, she was still a prissy girl at heart – she would be disgusted if she heard Betty going to bathroom in front of her. As Betty strained to expel her bladder, she found that she just could not get her stream started.
After pushing on her pelvic muscles a bit more to no avail, Betty began to feel very aware of how long it was taking. As long as Veronica was there, she decided, she couldn’t relieve herself, and she was far too shy to ask Veronica to wait outside so she could pee in peace. Instead, she flushed the still clear toilet in defeat, unlocked the stall, and went out to wash her hands. Veronica was waiting at the mirror, inspecting her makeup as Betty duly applied soap and water. “I guess I’ll just have to come back later,” Betty thought.
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By the time the bell rang at 3pm, Betty was dying for the bathroom. She didn’t want to ask to leave and miss risking any of her classes. But, she thought ruefully, it hardly made a difference. She hadn’t been able to concentrate in Biology, tapped her leg all the way through World History, and was discreetly grabbing her womanhood in Spanish. “I really underestimated the importance of routine,” Betty thought to herself. When the Spanish teacher finally said “Hasta luego”, Betty felt like kissing him. She had remained dry so far, but at this level of desperation, she knew her panties wouldn’t be pristine much longer.
As she scurried to the bathroom, pressing her legs together, she ran into Cheryl and Veronica talking in the hallway. Betty tried to sidestep the conversation, but Cheryl noticed her.
“Where are you off to Betty? Cheerleading tryouts started 10 minutes ago. You and your criminal floozy here are going to have to run to get changed.”
“What are you talking about Cheryl,” Betty replied with alarm. “Class just ended!”
“Yes, but I had penciled you in for 2:50.” Cheryl replied with glee. “Now come along, no dilly-dallying. Let’s see if you’ll make history as the first cheerleading whale today.”
“Come on B,” Veronica said, clearly annoyed with Cheryl’s antics. “Let’s just play by her rules for now. I promise we’re going to smash these tryouts, and then that hipster Prince Harry will be all over you.”
“Okay,” Betty said unsure. She was still aching to release her overfull bladder, but couldn’t admit that to Veronica, and especially not to Cheryl. Pushing her legs together a little tighter, she followed Veronica and Cheryl to the girls’ locker room.
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“Dammit,” Veronica thought, “I could really use the little ladies’ room pronto.”
Despite her earlier bluster about her bladder capacity to Betty, Veronica was still feeling the effects of not urinating for an entire school day. At her old school, the bathrooms had been immaculate. Veronica still saved her more “serious” business for home, of course, but she never had trouble peeing freely while talking with her friends about which boys they were dating and which clubs they would go to that weekend. But she had seen the Riverdale toilets, and the staff here simply weren’t keeping the toilets clean at a satisfactory level. “No,” she thought to herself, “I can hold it. I’ve held it for longer. I’m a Lodge woman, and I won’t let my body control me.”
Veronica looked over at Betty. The girls were changing in to their loaner Vixen outfits for the tryouts, and Betty was taking quite a while. Come to think of it, Betty had been awfully fidgety since they got to the locker room, and Veronica noticed her casting longing glances over by the toilets. Veronica wondered if Betty was facing the same struggles that she was.
“Well, she went at lunchtime, so I’m sure she’s probably doing far better than I am,” Veronica thought ruefully.
Even if she wanted to, Veronica knew she couldn’t use the toilets now. Cheryl was standing in front of them, arms folded, as Veronica and Betty were changing. Thanks to Cheryl’s little stunt, Veronica and Betty were being forced to tryout well before any of the other girls.
“That ginger Mean Girls wannabe has another thing coming,” Veronica thought. “Still, since we’re going so early, we should probably be fine. I’ll just perform, shine, and then make a beeline for it!”
Just then Veronica heard a yelp. She and Cheryl turned her attention to Betty, who was doubled over and the source of the sudden sound.
“Everything okay B?”
“Yep! Just stubbed my toe. Almost ready!”
Betty had finally gotten the skimpy cheerleader outfit on. Cheryl’s influence meant that the uniforms were far skimpier than the clothes Betty was wearing before, Veronica noticed. With a skirt that ended well above the knees, Betty looked far more in the mold of the typical Riverdale Vixen. Veronica was excited to show her new friend how to stand up to girls like Cheryl. She just hoped she was okay.
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Betty was not okay. After shuffling into the girls’ locker room like a water balloon filled to the brim, she had to change in front of Veronica and Cheryl. Worst of all, she couldn’t pop into the toilets without risking Cheryl’s wrath. She wasn’t even sure she’d want to go, she thought ruefully, as the last thing she needed was Cheryl hearing her use the toilets again.
But putting on the uniform with an overfull bladder was an arduous task. Betty felt herself sweating despite the frigid gym locker air. Worse yet, she could have sworn that the moisture between her legs was greater than the moisture on the rest of her body. “I really hope I’m not leaking,” Betty thought to herself.
As she bent over to tie her shoe, a sudden jolt stabbed in her urethra. She shrieked as she felt a spot of warm wetness trickle past her lips and land with a spot on her underwear.
“Ah!”
She told Veronica a lie about stubbing her toe when the latter asked about the noise, but Betty’s mind was elsewhere. She felt a dime-sized patch against her underwear, which were luckily hidden underneath the cheerleader skirt stopper. Yet, both her underwear and the skirt were white. “I hope it doesn’t show!” she thought nervously.
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Betty and Veronica stood on the hardwood floor facing Cheryl. Veronica was staring daggers at the redheaded bombshell, while Betty tried her hardest to stand up straight without grabbing herself. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as Cheryl belted out instructions.
“Betty, you’re up first. Please try not to embarrass yourself like last year.”
“Gee, thanks Cheryl,” Betty thought to herself, but nodded back at the other girl. Betty limped over to where Cheryl was gesturing, willing the contents of her bladder to stay inside. She could still feel the wet spot against her genitals from the accidental emission earlier, cooling against her white panties.
“Okay, Betty, here’s the deal. You’re going to have to perform a five-minute routine to a song of my choice. Soon, the rest of the girls will be here, and you and your extra friend will have to mingle and do some group exercises. Peachy keen, but knowing how brain-dead you are, I assume you’ll flunk this in the first minute.”
Normally, Cheryl’s barbs would bother Betty more, but all she could do in response at this point was nod again. Her bladder felt as though it were on fire, and her cute white panties felt like they were sticking to her body. She had no idea how she was going to get through this exercise, but she would rather be caught dead than admit to Cheryl she needed a potty break. Cheryl would never let her live it down, and worse still, it would be embarrassing to show such weakness in front of her new friend.
“Okay, go!”
Betty tried to put all thoughts of her bladder away as the loopy electronic music came on. Just as she had practiced the year before, Betty pranced around the hardwood floor. Despite her very pressing need, she smoothly executed a series of kicks and jumps without too much trouble. “This is going pretty well!” Betty thought to herself, as she lunged into her next move. “The music is winding down, and I’ll be able to pop off to the bathroom soon.”
“Now split!” Cheryl screamed, as the music came to a halt.
Betty wasn’t expecting that; while she had practiced the standard cheerleading fare, she had only executed a split a handful of times. Even worse, she knew that the move would tax her ready to burst bladder. Still she had no choice, and grimaced as she jumped up and spread her legs.
“Ta-da!” Veronica shouted in support as Betty’s legs hit the floor.
But Betty could barely hear her. As her legs hit the floor, her bladder decided it had enough for now. With a jolt, Betty realized that the floodgates were loosened by the impact and decided to open. Her ass felt warm as a small puddle of urine flowed out of her tired urethra, pooling inside her underwear. Using all the self-control she could muster, she cut the flow off with a burning sensation lingering in her thighs.
“It’s only a little bit,” Betty thought. “Nobody will notice.”
Betty cautiously got up, and saw that she was right – there was only a tiny wet spot on the floor. At this point, though, she felt that she would definitely need to change her panties. “Luckily I can finally get in to the bathroom now!”
Her heart sank as she saw all the other girls filing in from the locker room into the gym. Cheryl grinned. “Well, it looks as though Riverdale’s resident livestock has finally learned how to shake her flat ass. Betty dearest, one final thing for your tryout. Stand on the top of a pyramid so my girls and I can practice by holding up a blimp.”
“I thought I was done Cheryl. Can I take a break?”
“Absolutely not,” Cheryl said, “unless you want to forfeit here and now. The door is over there.”
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Veronica watched as her friend nervously eyed the girls in charge of hoisting her up – Cheryl and one of her cronies. At this point, her own desperation had started to make itself more known. She was surreptiously grabbing at her vagina cloaked beneath her Victoria’s Secret thong, and prayed that the tryouts wouldn’t take much longer. Her bladder pulsated against the front of her uniform, and she felt far more bloated than was acceptable.
“Are you ready, Betty dearest?” Cheryl intoned with mock sincerity.
Betty gritted her teeth, tears starting to well in her eyes. Her legs were shaking of their own volition, her face felt hot, and her panties felt very damp. She was sure that the wet spot from earlier had tripled in size. But, seeing no choice in front of her, Betty made a noise of assent.
“One, two, three!”
Cheryl and the other girl lifted Betty up into the air. From this vantage point, Betty could see around ten other girls looking directly at her, including a rather shifty Veronica. Before Betty could process this, though, she felt her body drop slightly and squealed in surprise.
“Oopsie!” Cheryl called out below, “you’re just so heavy, it’s hard to keep you up.”
Betty disliked being on top of the pyramid due to a minor fear of heights. Cheryl’s sudden dip worried her, but she swallowed and steeled her nerves. Clenching her sphincter as tightly as possible, Betty looked into the distance to keep balance. Cheryl, however had other plans in mind.”
“Gosh, Betty, I think there must be a weight limit for cheering,” Cheryl exclaimed, playfully dragging Betty’s leg down before hoisting it back up again. For Betty, though, this was too much.
Her overtaxed bladder, filled with eight hours of hydration, began issuing a stream from under her stained panties. It spilled forth in a clear arc, running down her leg and shooting out into space. Betty felt hot tears fall down her face as her urine ran down her leg at the top of the pyramid.
Cheryl felt warm liquid running on to her head. She looked up to see if a sprinkler had broken, only to feel hot, light-yellow urine splash on to her red hair and drip into her eyes.
“Ahhh!” she yelled, involuntarily dropping Betty out of surprise. The girl to her left, finding herself holding one leg and urinated on as well, dropped her too.
The three girls crashed on the hardwood floor. Betty’s pee hadn’t stopped, with golden jets still squirting out into a puddle. Cheryl’s pristine red hair was now flat against her head, matted with Betty’s excretion. For her part, Betty silently sobbed, wondering how she would ever live out this embarrassment. The rest of the girls looked on in shock, until a sudden noise burst through.
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Veronica had never seen anything so funny in her life. While she felt bad for Betty, the image of her pee dropping on to an unsuspecting Cheryl sent her into fits of hysteria. While the rest of the gym stayed silent, Veronica screamed out in laughter at the precise moment that Cheryl screamed out in frustration, and found that she couldn’t stop laughing. She gasped for air as the scene replayed in her mind – the Queen Bee of Riverdale getting pissed on during tryouts.
Unfortunately, the scene was too funny. Veronica felt her knees grow week as she doubled over trying to catch her breath. Her muscles loosened involuntarily, and with sudden alarm, she realized that her own bladder was weakening. A single stream of urine ran down her leg. Unlike Betty, who had been hydrating all day, Veronica hadn’t had much to drink to avoid using the facilities. Now, bright yellow urine rained down into her white tennis shoes, staining them the color of daises, and a strong ammonia stink filled the air around her.
“Oh my God, the new bitch is pissing herself too!” one of the other girls shrieked.
It was true, Veronica’s pee had begun to puddle beneath her feet as she couldn’t stop laughing. The smelly amber liquid left an opaque puddle on the hardwood floor, and several girls stepped away from the kneeled over Veronica to avoid get their own feet wet.
As Veronica felt her bladder void, her laughter turned to sobs.
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“So, I guess I have to transfer out of Riverdale now.”
Betty and Veronica sat on the benches in the main Riverdale hallway, still in their messy clothes. Cheryl’s wrath had been too much to risk lingering in the gym for.
“Well, I’m right there with you B. This might be the worst first possible impression a girl could make.”
“Hey, at least we made the team.” Surprisingly, after screaming at them for ten minutes in front of the other girls, Cheryl’s anger cooled slightly. In a menacing tone, she told them that both of them were now Riverdale Vixens.
“Yeah, but she said we only got on so that it would be easier to punish us.”
Veronica laughed. “I told you we could get on. A Lodge always holds up her promises.”
Despite herself, Betty began to laugh. With Veronica around and a spot on the River Vixens, this year was shaping up to be the craziest one yet. |
Chapter II: Killer Kegels
“Make sure you drink all of that, Betty dearest.”
“Yes Cheryl,” Betty sighed, before emptying the remaining water in her 24oz Nalgene bottle.
Betty had always wanted to be a Vixen. She enjoyed dancing and performing, and the cheerleaders at Riverdale High had a certain social status. It didn’t hurt either that her crush, Archie Andrews, was on the football team, guaranteeing he’d have to watch her prance around in a revealing outfit during games.
After her disastrous tryout, where she had a full-blown accident at the top of the pyramid on top of Cheryl, Betty was certain that both her Vixen career and social life were over. Matters were made worse when her new friend, Veronica, laughed so hard at the scene in front of her that she turned her pristine white bottoms yellow with an accident of her own. After Cheryl had finished chewing the both of them out, Betty wasn’t even sure she’d escape the gym with her life.
Miraculously, though, Cheryl told them that they both made the Vixens. And while Betty was thrilled to have finally joined this elite circle, reality was turning out to be far less glamorous than the picture she had in mind.
Cheryl insisted on running the girls through what she called “Killer Kegels.” “We don’t want one of our precious routines marred by a girl embarrassing themselves just like sweet Betty did during tryouts,” Cheryl explained at the first day of practice, before turning to face a kneeling Betty directly. “While you might not be able to make the potty on time like a big girl right now, luckily you have me to teach you!” Cheryl turned to face the crowd.
“Each practice, I will be requiring you to drink three 24-oz bottles at regularly paced 30 min intervals. You are not permitted to use the bathroom during the duration of our two-hour practice. In addition, I will be performing dryness checks on all of you at the conclusion of our session before you can leave. Capisce?”
The rest of the girls seemed as shocked as Betty felt. As they started to grumble, Cheryl cut them off with a sudden hand gesture. “If you have a problem with this, take it up with Betty. If she didn’t use her uniform as a toilet, then you wouldn’t have to do this. Until I am satisfied that you can hold your pee-pee, this is how we’re doing practice. Vixens dismissed!”
So now, Betty was standing in front of Cheryl, polishing off her Nalgene. This first water bottle was okay, though she felt fairly bloated after. The second was harder. After choking it down with Cheryl’s gaze fixed on her, Betty looked down at her distended bladder pushing over her Vixens outfit. Performing handstands, cartwheels, and standing on pyramids was made more difficult as she felt all the liquid slosh inside of her.
An hour in to practice, Betty began to feel the water yearn to leave her body. The other girls looked like they were in the same predicament. Karen, a smaller Asian girl with perky breasts and a penchant for acrobatics, was the worst off. Betty could see her shifting her weight from foot to foot and grabbing at her crotch when she thought nobody was looking. As Karen launched into a handstand routine shortly after, Betty thought she could see a small wet spot staining her cheerleader briefs.
By an hour and a half in, all the girls were in visibly poor shape. Even Veronica, who claimed that her accident during tryouts was a complete anomaly given her structurally sound bladder, was biting her lip and bouncing up and down. For her part, Betty felt urine pressing urgently against her urethra. The only girl who seemed unaffected was Cheryl. Cheryl was pounding back 24oz bottles at the rate of the rest of them. But she was walking with ease, belting out instructions, clearly unencumbered by the needs the rest of them had.
When practice ended at 5pm, Betty’s legs were locked together tightly, and her teeth were grinding furiously. Her nether region felt hot and swampy. Cheryl had them line up against the wall, but Betty could hardly care – she was busy daydreaming about the toilets in the girls’ locker rooms.
“Stand up straight please, Vixens” Cheryl intoned. “I will now be coming around to perform a dryness check, and then you can rush off to the potties.”
Midge, a girl in Betty’s grade with an auburn pixie cut, was the first in line. Cheryl stood in front of her, looking at the smaller girl. She leaned forward, grabbed Midge’s cheerleader skirt with a perfectly manicured hand replete with red fingernails, and flipped it up. Midge’s eyes went wide.
“What are you doing!” Midge shouted, trying to pull her skirt back down.
“Don’t touch me,” Cheryl replied coolly. Midge’s hands went back to her side, and Cheryl kept her skirt lifted up. She lowered her head next to Midge’s vagina, keeping the skirt lifted up, and gazed intently. Bringing her head back up to above eye level, and with the skirt still held up by one hand, she quickly shot the other down to touch Midge directly on the lips. Midge’s eyes went wide again, but she said nothing.
After a few seconds, Cheryl withdrew her finger. “All clear, Midge, great work. You are dismissed.”
Wordlessly, Midge sprinted to the girls’ locker room. Betty looked on with a pang of jealousy as she imagined Midge voiding her bulging bladder. Cheryl went down the line, performing the same routine. Having learned from Midge’s example, most of the girls stayed quiet as Cheryl started at their crotch and felt them up. Once they were dismissed, they either ran or waddled in the direction of the toilets.
Finally, Cheryl came to the last three girls – Karen, Veronica, and Betty. Betty felt bad as she looked over at the petite girl. Karen was very clearly having trouble keeping control over her bladder. Despite Cheryl’s earlier command to stand still, Karen was doubling over every few seconds, crossing her legs, and biting her lip. That wet spot from earlier was likely a lot bigger now, Betty thought to herself.
Cheryl lifted up Karen’s mini-skirt, preparing to perform the same routine. As she stared directly at Karen’s womanhood, Betty could hear a sigh.
“Dear Karen, it looks like you’ve leaked a little bit. That’s certainly unacceptable.”
Karen whined. “I’m sorry Cheryl, I just don’t have a big bladder. My friends tease me all the time for how often I have to go pee. Can I please go? I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”
Cheryl shook her head, affecting a look of sympathy. “I really wish I could let you go, Karen. But unfortunately I can’t tolerate any more bathroom mishaps after Betty tested my patience. Wait over there for your punishment.” Karen, too preoccupied to fight back, hung her head and moved over to where Cheryl was gesturing by the middle of the gym. The busty red-head turned her attention back to Veronica and Betty.
“Looks like you two miscreants are the last Vixens left. Veronica, let’s see if your pretty white panties are as yellow as they were last week.”
Veronica blushed, and seemed to be on the verge of saying something, but Betty quickly shot her a glance. If Veronica made Cheryl mad now, there was no telling what the punishment could be. Veronica returned Betty’s gaze and quickly looked down. “I hope they live up to your standards, Cheryl,” Veronica replied with mock contrition.
Cheryl performed her routine, exposing Veronica’s white briefs to the world. As she placed a hand on Veronica’s crotch, Betty saw her new friend clench up suddenly, but Cheryl seemed to take no notice. “Dismissed,” Cheryl nodded, and turned to Betty. Veronica hurriedly moved toward the toilets, and Betty felt both relief and jealousy that her friend had made it out dry.
As Cheryl stood before her, Betty felt a sudden shock of fear. “What if my panties aren’t dry? I thought they felt a little warm after my somersault.” She felt a drip of urine threaten to burst forward from her tired lips. “No,” Betty thought, “I can’t let her catch me wet again.” She steeled her resolve throughout Cheryl’s check, and managed not to gasp when she felt Cheryl’s slender fingers probe the fabric against her pussy. After what felt like an eternity, Cheryl withdrew her hand and looked at her.
“Betty, wonderful news – your potty training has gotten better. Dismissed, and please do make it to the toilet before you soil another one of my outfits.”
“Thank you Cheryl,” Betty exhaled, before running to the toilets.
As she opened the door, she could hear Cheryl briefly addressing a still trembling Karen in the gym. “Drink this, Karen,” Cheryl said, “and you can go to the bathrooms after.”
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“Cheryl has gone completely psycho. Like, Son of Sam levels here. Did you hear that Karen didn’t make it after practice?”
Veronica and Betty were walking down the hallway, hurrying to chemistry.
“I did hear that,” Betty replied. In actuality, she had seen it play out. After getting her blessed relief on one of the grimy girls’ locker room toilets, she had gone back to the gym to retrieve a scrunchie she had left. When she opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of Cheryl standing over Karen, admonishing the smaller girl. Karen was sitting in a puddle of her own making, freely sobbing as the daffodil-toned liquid stained her thighs and ass.
“I saw a stained pair of panties in the locker room too. I thought they were mine at first, but by the time I realized they weren’t limited edition Victoria’s Secret, I had already picked up some poor girl’s soggy panties. I had to shower three times after that.”
Betty smiled at how prissy Veronica could be. Even though she liked her, it was clear that Veronica was from a different world. “What did you do, Veronica? I thought you didn’t use the school toilets.”
“I didn’t,” Veronica shot back. “I held it all the way back to the Pembroke, and came within inches of flooding the hallway outside when I couldn’t find my key. This is frankly unsustainable.”
“Just use the bathrooms here,” Betty replied, exasperated. “Hover like we all do. You’re going to run into some serious trouble if you keep this up.”
“You’re missing the point,” Veronica replied dismissively. “I wouldn’t have been grabbing myself like a little girl outside my hallway if it weren’t for that red-headed Lucifer. Killer Kegels have to be cancelled.”
Betty and Veronica turned a corner. In front of their classroom, a small group was huddled around the small billboard on the wall. Usually, the structure featured various posters advertising club meetings and school concerts. “I wonder what event has everyone excited,” Betty said to Veronica, as they approached the small group. She could faintly make out the outline of a yellow border around some pictures.
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Veronica felt fury rise up in her throat as she saw the source of the laughter. Plastered to the billboard were a half dozen posters, featuring the same two pictures. On the left was a blurry photo of Betty sitting in her urine at cheerleading tryouts, tears in her eyes as her involuntary emission was spread out before her on the gym floor. On the right was Veronica, clutching at her groin and trying to regain control. Streaks were visible against her inner thighs and her socks were stained yellow. While both photos looked like they were taken on a camera phone, they clearly displayed both subject and subject matter. Obviously, one of Cheryl’s cronies had recorded the tryouts.
Below the pictures, in bold red letters, was a caption: “Come see our two newest Vixens at Friday’s football game as they compete for the title of Miss Riverdale Potty Pants.”
Veronica looked over at Betty, who seemed to be fighting back tears. Angrily, Veronica plunged through the cackling crowd, snatched as many of the posters she could find, and marched off. “Come on Betty,” she snarled, “a certain ginger bitch is about to get what’s coming to her.”
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, Cheryl?” Veronica stood angrily in front of the older cheerleader with Betty meekly in tow. Instead of going to class, Veronica insisted that Betty follow her to the cafeteria, where Cheryl’s lunch period was taking place.
“I just want to give you two some extra motivation not to soil your Vixen briefs again. Stick and carrot, Veronica, you should really read up on diplomacy sometime.”
“Enough your games Cheryl!” Veronica snarled back. “I’m sick and tired of you trying to humiliate us.”
“Tut tut, Veronica, I’m not trying to humiliate you! I just want to make sure you don’t trying to water our school’s campus with your excretions anymore.” Cheryl grinned as she delivered her remark, and Veronica swore she could see devil ears starting to form. This girl was hell-bent on making her life miserable, and Veronica realized there was only one way to fight back – beat her at her own game.
“How about a little competition then?” At this, Cheryl perked up. “You say you’re determined to show the school how well we Vixens can hold our urine. But I think I speak for all the Vixens when I say that we’ve had enough.” Several cheerleaders, eating lunch quietly to avoid the ongoing conflict, began to look over in wonder. “I bet I can hold my pee longer than you can, Cheryl. Meet me at Pop’s tomorrow. Invite the whole school if you want. We’re going to sit in those booths, drinking milkshakes, until one us either admits defeat or stains the booth. If I win, then you have to make us stop doing your dumb exercises, and stop trying to humiliate Betty and me”
Cheryl seemed unimpressed by Veronica’s monologue, while Betty’s mouth was agape. “Fine, then. But what if I win?”
Veronica shrugged. “Do whatever you want with me. But I won’t lose.” The smirk on Cheryl’s face told Veronica all she needed to know. “4pm tomorrow. I’ll see you there. Try not to drink too much,” Veronica added, before stomping away with Betty scrambling after her.
“Veronica, there’s no way you’ll beat her,” Betty whispered as she tried to keep pacing with the marching Latina girl. “Did you see her at practice? She didn’t fidget at all over the entire two hours. It’s like she has a steel bladder.”
“B, don’t worry about me. My bladder is robust and my training is impeccable. It’s time for Cheryl to learn what happens when she crosses a Lodge.”
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Betty looked over at Veronica seated in one of the red booths at Pop’s. Across from her, grinning evilly, sat Cheryl. Around the two girls were roughly thirty people from school – football hadn’t started yet, so students had more than enough time to come to events like this.
“Are you ready, dearest Veronica?” Cheryl asked, milkshake in her hand.
“Born ready,” Veronica replied. She clinked Cheryl’s glass, then went to work on the milkshake. Cheryl did the same. As soon as they were done, Betty went to the counter to order two more and bring them back to the girls.
“Veronica, this is insane,” Betty whispered as she handed the other girl a milkshake. “What if you lose in front of all these people?”
“Betty, I won’t lose. And there’s toilets in the back – if the going really gets tough, I’ll make sure to excuse myself.”
Betty bet her lip and stood back. Veronica eyed up Cheryl, brought the milkshake closer to her, and began drinking.
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Veronica sat, legs crossed, with her strawberry milkshake in front of her. She had worn a black tank top, her customary pearl necklace, and a short red miniskirt that covered a set of fabulously expensive silk white underwear. As she slurped up her second milkshake, she reflected on the rules of the competition – the girls would first drink three of Pop’s famous strawberry milkshakes to fill up their bladders, and then a water every ten minutes after that (in the interest of minimizing calories). While the choice of beverage was iconic, Veronica thought, it certainly wasn’t ideal – these milkshakes often left her feeling bloated and gassy. As a secret yet unrepentant victim of lactose intolerance, milkshakes may not have been the best idea, as she was realizing halfway through her second one. Her stomach was turning as her bladder filled up.
“No matter,” Veronica thought. “I have plenty of bodily control for this.”
On the opposite end of the table, Cheryl was still smiling. As a child, she had been cursed with a weak bladder. Countless nights of wet sheets and frequent elementary school accidents had caused her strict parents to rectify that. The exercises that Cheryl had been running her Vixens through were borrowed from her own holding training – and she had been at it for years. “There’s no way this bimbo beats me,” Cheryl thought to herself. While her supporters on the Vixens urged her to dehydrate before the competition, Cheryl was confident enough in her abilities to down two full bottles of water at lunch. After all, she wouldn’t let a childish challenge like this stop her from staying healthy. Even now, with all the liquids she had consumed, she barely felt any pressure in her stomach. Her choice of outfit was meant to express this confidence – paired with a red top to reflect her trademark color, Cheryl had donned white jeans with a red thong underneath. It was a show of strength; Cheryl did not intend on losing this competition. She smiled blankly at the new girl across the table, her head swimming with punishment ideas for when she won the competiton.
As the third milkshakes arrived, Veronica’s bladder was finally starting to feel the effects of the prior two beverages. Unlike Cheryl, she had dehydrated herself throughout the day to avoid any excess urine carrying over into the competition. She had even stopped by the Pembrooke before coming over to empty any excess pee she was storing. Now, she was already beginning to feel her bladder pulsate, and she was grateful for her earlier expulsion.
The real issue was her stomach. Veronica blushed despite herself as she tried to remember the last time she had “used the bathroom” the other way. She didn’t feel like she had to do that right now, but there was definitely some gas making its way toward her tight butthole. She clenched her sphincter as much as possible, fighting off the noxious fumes moving through her colon, but knew it was a losing battle. She had to relieve some of this pressure, and fast. She turned to Betty and beckoned her down so she could whisper in her ear.
“Betty, I need you to cause a distraction”, Veronica mumbled.
“What’s wrong V?” Betty asked. “Do you have to go to the bathroom?”
“Sort of,” Veronica replied with a blush. “Just say something, okay!”
Cheryl looked at the two of them. “Just what are you two incontinent miscreants plotting over? there” she inquired in a sickly sweet voice.
“We were just commenting on how you hadn’t finished your drink yet Cheryl,” Betty said, pointing at the half-full second milkshake next to Cheryl’s full third drink. With her comment, most of the onlookers, crowded around the two booths as much as humanly possible, looked at the red-headed beauty. Cheryl hmphed and picked up her drink.
As Veronica saw the crowd’s attention shift, she fidgeted in her seat. Spreading her cheeks apart as much as she could in her position, she slowly let out the gas sitting in her colon. Miraculously, it was mostly silent with only a slight vibration against the red plastic seats. Veronica coughed as the stench of spoiled milk wafted up from her shapely derriere. “Really must lay off the lactose for a while,” she thought.
Betty, standing closest to Veronica of any of the onlookers, suddenly smelled a rather pungent odor. She looked around to see the source, only to look down at Veronica who had a face indicating relief. As Betty glanced at her, Veronica turned beet red and looked at her milkshake intently.
Cheryl, the second closest figure to Veronica, scrunched her nose. “Ugh, which one of you disgusting cow people just made fresh manure,” Cheryl questioned the crowd.
Veronica couldn’t help herself, blushing a deeper shade of maroon as Cheryl surveyed the landscape. Her eyes landed on the prim Latina girl and she started to laugh. “Veronica! I didn’t realize you weren’t potty trained at all. Would you like to go dump the waste out of your skirt?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Cheryl,” Veronica shot back, but the protest rang hollow. Several members of the audience snickered while others covered their noses with their shirts. Betty felt a pang of empathy for the poor girl and leaned down to talk to her.
“Veronica…do you have to make…a number 2?” Betty asked discreetly, uncomfortable with the nature of the topic.
“No,” Veronica sighed, “just had to let out some pressure. I’ll be fine. I’m going to make this bitch piss her pants if it’s the last thing I do.”
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After the milkshakes had made the rounds, Betty brought over two waters. The crowd of onlookers, still giggly after Veronica’s involuntary emission, was eager to see some action.
But soon, the crowd got restless as a second, third, and fourth water came over. The two girls were nearly an hour in to the competition, but had already drank plenty of liquid.
Veronica was already starting to feel the water make its way through her digestive system. Her stomach was starting to bulge under her red miniskirt, tightening it against her skin. Veronica inwardly cursed herself for not wearing something looser that would give her room to breathe. She was starting to contemplate holding herself under the table, but for now kept her legs crossed as she stared down the enemy across the table.
Cheryl, meanwhile, was beginning to feel some cracks in her iron bladder. The additional two waters from earlier in the day were not a wise choice, she reflected, and she really should have popped in to the commode before the competition started. She shifted in her seat ever so slightly, and as she pulled down to adjust her black leather jeans, she quickly a shot a hand in between her legs to hold momentarily. As she withdrew it, she bit her vibrant red lip before affecting the same smirk she kept painted on at all times. “I will not lose to this upstart,” she thought, but her confidence was wavering by the second.
After the fifth water, Veronica was beginning to feel exceptionally full. The crowd, sensing a shift in dynamic, watched as she wriggled around in her seat. Inwardly, Veronica was struggling not to get up and go release her overtaxed bladder in a hot spray over the toilets she had visited earlier. She felt constant pressure against her urethra, and while her silk white panties were pristine for now, she had a feeling they wouldn’t stay that way for much longer. Every five seconds or so, she would move her hand to grab at her womanhood, and she felt as though she could crush a walnut between her legs.
Cheryl, on the other hand, looked completely unbothered. To the audience, it seemed as though she was running away with the competition. Yet, she was faring just as poorly as Veronica. She hadn’t been this desperate since the early days of her training, where she was forced to down gallon jugs before bed and wake up the next morning dry. Her bladder ached against her tight black leather pants, and she was doing her best to keep her gaze on Veronica and not think about the cold water in front of her. Her attention relaxed for a second, and she felt an involuntary splash of liquid against her trademark red satin panties. Cheryl’s painted on expression didn’t waver for a second, but it took all the strength she had to not reach down and grab herself. “I can’t let her win, and I can’t let her see me struggle,” Cheryl thought.
Veronica’s pride, however, was starting to erode. Her skirt was cutting in to her already aching bladder, pushing against the massive volume of water sitting in her stomach. Her mouth opened slightly as she felt her nether region getting warmer and damper. Her bladder was starting to leak! The hot spray of urine she felt dampening her silken panties made her feel immense shame. Unless she did something, she knew she would lose this competition.
Veronica made a sudden shift that caught the crowd’s eye. Her hands moved down to her skirt, fumbled with the button, and popped it open – exposing the very top of her white panties to the outside world. The crowd gasped, with several particularly lusty boys whipping out their phones to take pictures of the exotic beauty with her underwear showing through.
“Veronica, what are you doing?” Betty whispered, blushing in empathy.
“Don’t worry B,” Veronica said. “Cheryl must be doing as badly as I am, even if she’s not showing it. I’m going to win this by taking advantage of that pride – I need every advantage I can get, and if unbuttoning my skirt relieves some pressure, so be it.”
The sixth water was absolute agony. By now, Veronica was fully holding herself. She was sure she looked ridiculous – her hand crammed between her shapely legs, skirt folded open around a bladder that looked enormous contrasted against her flat stomach. But none of it mattered, she thought, as long as she could hold out longer than the girl across the table.
Cheryl’s confidence was starting to falter. As she picked up the sixth water and took a tentative sip, another drop of urine escaped and stained her panties a little bit more. Her bladder was encumbered by the tight white jeans pressing down on it, and she felt like bursting into tears. She couldn’t remember ever being this desperate, even during her own bladder training, and her tightly clenched sphincter was the only thing holding her back from hot sticky urine running down her nice white jeans. Inwardly, she started to panic. Why did she wear white jeans? Why did she not make potty before this all started? As her anxiety grew, she remembered the ghosts of all her accidents past. Memories of the warm, wet feeling she got from sitting in a puddle of her own creation as her parents yelled at her. The adrenaline rush she used to feel as that first spurt of urine would run down the side of her legs. Walking home in soggy shoes, afraid of what Jason would say when he saw her. As these thoughts sprung unbidden, she felt her resolve weakening even more. She couldn’t go on like this!
The crowd gasped as the buxom beauty, for the first time in the contest, shot her hand directly in between her legs, cooing in relief as it held back the dam inside of her. Veronica seized on the opportunity.
“Guess you’re not so in control right now Cheryl. How much longer before you humiliate yourself?”
For the first time in a while, Cheryl didn’t have a comeback. She felt tears come to her eyes as her sphincter relaxed, letting forth another gust of urine before she could cut it off. This was unbearable – she had to get to a bathroom soon! Even more pee came forth, and Cheryl swore she could feel it against her thigh. She looked down at her white jeans, and saw a quarter-sized spot right on the crotch. To her horror, she saw the fabric was more transparent than she realized. Where the wet spot had appeared, her red thong was visible. Luckily, the crowd couldn’t see under the booth where her shame resided, but she realized she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Excuse me,” Cheryl screamed. The crowd jeered as the leader of the Vixens shot up from the booth, hunched over with her hands between her legs.
“Cheryl, you’re not allowed to leave the table!” Veronica said with a steely glint in her eyes. “Sit back down now.”
“Shut up you disgusting pig,” Cheryl fired back. Tears welled in her eyes. “I have to go. Move aside!” She shuffled toward the edge of the booth.
The crowd was not that kind. Veronica watched triumphantly as Midge and Karen came over to where Cheryl was sitting and blocked her exit. “Rules are rules, Veronica” Midge cackled. “Why should I be more lenient with you than you were with me,” Karen said with malice.
“I am ordering you to move! I am your captain and I will not be treated this way.” Cheryl howled as a stream of urine hissed down the side of her leg for two seconds before she could regain control. She shifted her weight from one foot to another and held herself as the eager audience documented as much as they could. Tears fell down her face as she felt a puddle beginning to form in her red thong. “Please?”
Karen and Midge stood resolute. Cheryl tried to push by them but only managed to meekly hobble toward them before she felt more warm wetness drip down her inner thigh. The crowd snickered as Cheryl stumbled past the two girls and tried to make her way toward the bathroom. As she moved toward it, more urine was spilling in to her white jeans, making her red panties visible to keen onlookers. Streaks appeared on her inner thighs as she stumbled blindly forward. Her gaze was fixed on the women’s restrooms at the end of Pop’s diner – as a result, she failed to see Karen’s foot outstretched in front of her.
BAM! Cheryl fell to the ground, her ass pointing toward the sky and her feet splayed in different directions. The shock of the fall was too much for her already leaky bladder. With an audible hiss, urine sprayed in every direction out of her, soaking her pussy and spreading out from under her white jeans. With every drop, the jeans turned more transparent, making her damp red panties visible to the jeering crowd. Almost everyone had their phones at this point, chronicling Cheryl’s urinary fall from grace. As a sticky yellow puddle formed under her, spreading far enough that Karen had to move her feet quickly, she openly sobbed. The Queen Bee of the Vixens could never be seen like this!
Veronica looked on with a smug expression, still holding herself in Pop’s booth. The crowd was busy taking photos of the prostrate, urinating Cheryl but Betty was looking directly at Veronica.
“You won V!”
As Betty came over and squeezed Veronica in a hug, she felt the other girl tighten up. Veronica felt a warm trickle escape into her satin panties and realized she wasn’t out of the danger zone yet.
“Betty, I have to get to a bathroom pronto! I’m about to make a puddle twice the size of Cheryl’s if we don’t hurry/”
Betty frowned. “The Pembrooke is a 10 minute walk from here – can you make it?”
Veronica bit her lip. It was unconscionable to use any other commode save her own. Even now, she could envision the sterile porcelain seat and the comforting bidet that awaited her in her spacious private bathroom. Another bladder pang brought her back to reality.
“No – I’m going to use the bathrooms here. Hurry!”
Betty nodded, then turned to the crowd. “Make way!” she cried, taking Veronica by the hand and leading her through the mess of people.
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Betty escorted Veronica to the dingy girls’ restroom at the back of Pop’s. The latter girl seemed to be in bad shape. She hobbled over as fast as she could, hands still firmly pressed between her legs under the short red miniskirt she had elected to wear.
“In here, V!” Betty beckoned to the first stall in the bathroom. Veronica nodded and made her way toward it. As she got close the stall door, she bent over suddenly and winced. Betty saw a rivulet running down the other girl’s leg.
“Betty, I hate to ask this of you, but I can’t take my hands out of my downstairs area. I need your help. Can you pull my skirt and panties down?”
Betty looked at the other girl with her mouth open shock. “You want me to…?”
“Yes!” Veronica hissed through gritted teeth. “I wouldn’t be asking this if it weren’t an absolute emergency. But right now, my silk panties are ruined, and I need your help to avoid having a full-blown accident on this sad tiled floor!”
Betty walked over uncertainly as the other girl hobbled in to the stall. Veronica was standing over the toilet, skirt unbuttoned, with her ass pointed over the seat. “Betty, please…”
Wordlessly, Betty bent down and came eye to eye with Veronica’s unbuttoned skirt. She started to pull it down gently while the other girl winced. “Please, just get it over with, I can’t wait another second,” Veronica begged, dancing from one foot to the other. Betty ripped down the red miniskirt, revealing the silk panties below. The formerly white panties were now tinged with a wet spot starting at the crotch, which would no doubt dry into a lemony color. Betty paused before pulling these down, afraid of violating the other girl’s privacy.
“Betty, please! I really need to go.” As Veronica spoke, Betty could see the wet patch around her crotch grow slightly bigger. Veronica was having an accident right now, and she was the only person that could stop it. Betty looked around the bathroom, making certain nobody else was there, before she pulled down her panties. Betty was suddenly staring directly at Veronica’s womanhood. A small patch of wiry black hairs framed the other girl’s labia. Betty, unaccustomed to seeing genitals other than her own, started to feel warm at the sight of it.
Her unobstructed view of Veronica’s womanhood didn’t last long. Almost immediately after pulling her panties down, Betty saw an arc of pale urine coming from Veronica’s genitals spill into the toilet. Veronica let out an audible sigh of relief as the stream picked up in intensity. A stream of pee bubbled into the toilet and on to the seat as Veronica hovered above the grimy porcelain throne. Betty had a front-row seat to the whole affair, finding herself transfixed by the sequence of events taking place. Veronica’s eyes were closed, and she was too lost in a world of pleasure to notice her friend staring at her shame.
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Cheryl sat in her puddle, sobbing into her hands. The crowd around her was ruthless; she had no doubt the footage would be all over social media by tomorrow. Despite all her training, she had wet her pants like a child. But as the shame deepened, a new feeling crept over her. Her breathing became hot and heavy as she felt her vagina excrete more liquid – and this time, it wasn’t urine. Though nobody could see it, Cheryl smiled.
Edited October 8, 2019 by cleverpun
Forgot to title Chapter 2
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This story is for stephiekitty20, who posted this idea on the topic thread Favorite Character Omorashi, By Emizzle94.
Little Classic Sonic looked around the bright green park, admiring all of the friends his future modern self was able to make as they all celebrated Modern Sonic's birthday.
After defeating both Dr. Eggman and Dr. Robotnik and their time traveling monster, there was a definite need to celebrate… and a definite need for a bathroom.
Classic actually had to go for awhile before he and Modern even started their battle with the two evil geniuses, but he knew it had to wait until the battle was won. And when he went super with his modern self, he completely forgot about his little bladder, not even feeling the slightest twinge.
Now that the battle was won, everything was back to normal, and the birthday party commenced, Classic's need decided to make itself known once more, and he knew that with his small bladder, he wouldn't be able to hold it for long.
"Hey Sonic!" Modern called out to his younger self. "How about you and I have a quick race before you leave?"
Well… maybe he could hold it for just a little longer.
After all, he was Sonic the Hedgehog. He didn't turn down a race for any reason.
Classic went up to Modern and held a thumbs up, signaling that he was agreeing to this race.
"Alright!" Modern shouted excitedly. "First one across Green Hill and back here is the winner."
Classic nodded and looked in the general route they would have to go. Has he did so, he immediately regretted his decision.
Green Hill was really far away from where they were now, and they had to run ACROSS it and back to the party? Classic's little bladder throbbed at the thought. But, he was stubborn and refused to show any weakness. He nodded to Modern again.
"Alright little buddy." Modern smiled as he drew a line in the dirt with his foot and stood behind it. Classic automatically got behind the line as well, and they both crouched down to a runners position. Modern Tails decided to count down for them.
"In 3… 2… 1… GO!"
Like a rocket, both Classic and Modern Sonic took off, running as fast as they could across the terrain towards Green Hill.
Classic Sonic's bladder ached over how fast he was running, the pressure of the wind pushing on his bladder, but he ignored it, pushing his need to the back of his mind.
The two managed to reach Green Hill and began running through it, avoiding the obstacles and running through the loops. Classic felt more and more discomfort in his lower body as he started to slow down and his small bladder started to slightly bulge against his stomach, showing how much he had to go now.
Curse his tiny bladder.
When he and Modern reached the end of Green Hill, Modern decided to slow down and wait for him.
"Woah, what was that, little buddy?" He asked Classic as he finally caught up, panting a bit. "You slowed down there for a minute. Is everything alright?"
Classic's bladder gave a sharp stab, making him double over in pain as he shook his head, holding his stomach and keeping his thighs tightly squeezed together.
"What's the matter, buddy?" Modern asked in concern as he stepped up to his younger self, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Tears filled Classic's eyes as he looked up at Modern, slightly dancing in place. He had no voice. He couldn't speak and tell him that he was having an emergency. He tried to stand up straight to point at his bulging bladder, but standing up straight brought more pain which caused him to double over once more.
Modern tried to think about what was wrong, running different scenarios through his head about his past to see if he could even get a clue. He gasped as he suddenly finally had it.
"Sonic… do you have to pee?" Modern asked him.
Classic released a small silent sob as he looked up at Modern and nodded his head. He gasped as he felt himself starting to leak, dribbles of urine running down his leg and dripping onto the ground. He couldn't hold it for much longer.
Modern gave a soft smile and knelt down in front of Classic, placing both hands on his shoulders. He looked directly into Classic's tearfilled eyes.
"It's ok Sonic." He said. "I know holding it must be utter torture for you right now. It's just us two up here now, and we are the same person. … You can have an accident if you can't hold it."
Classic's legs began to shake. He couldn't hold it for much longer even if he wanted to. He hung his head and silently cried as his bladder suddenly exploded, urine running down his legs and pooling at his feet, rushing like a wave.
Modern Sonic smiled and pulled Classic into a hug as the little guy peed himself, gently petting his quills. "Shhh. It's alright. It's alright. Just let it all out, Sonic."
Classic cried into Modern's shoulder as his pee continued to rush down his legs, no sign showing it was stopping anytime soon.
Finally, after about a minute, the wave of pee slowed down to a stream, then a trickle, and then finally stopped all together. Classic's bladder bulge had went down, showing that there was nothing left.
Classic's legs shook as he continued to cry, spread apart like how small children often do to keep the skin from chafing together after an accident. Modern continued to hold onto his younger weeping self, not even caring about the puddle reaching his knees and getting them soaked.
After about a minute or two, Classic finally calmed down and bit and pulled away from the hug, staring into Modern's kind and gentle eyes.
"Feel better?"
Classic looked away with a sheepish blush and slightly nodded. He did feel a lot better actually, both in body and mind.
"Then let's get you cleaned up." Modern suggested, standing up and holding his hand out to the younger hedgehog. "There's a small pond nearby that's easy to jump out of. We can get you cleaned up in there, and then head back to our friends. And don't be too upset, little buddy. Accidents happen."
Classic nodded and gingerly took Sonic's hand into his own, allowing the older hedgehog to lead him to the pond.
He was incredibly grateful for Modern Sonic's kindness, and he sincerely hoped that he'd be able to live up to it in the future. |
A few months ago, on a Friday night, I was taking it easy because I had to work in the morning. So my girlfriend Maddie asked me if I minded DDing for her and her friends. Dropping them off at the bar and then picking them up. Of course, I told her I would. Now, I did this for two reasons. One, because I love her and two, because she had very very attractive friends. They arrived at our house. Maddie told them they could sleep here and drive home in the morning. Now, we had gone out plenty of times together. I had DD’d for them plenty of times. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened, but as I would soon find out, tonight was not to be a night for the ordinary.
The girls all arrived at our place. 5 of them in all, including Maddie. There was Caitlyn, a 25 year old teacher, engaged to a very lucky man. She was a blonde, and gorgeous. She had D cups and a tight body. Caitlyn was wearing a pair of light jeans and a white shirt that showed off her chest. She could have been a Playboy Bunny with her looks. There was Brittney, another blonde, she was 24, worked at the local DMV. She was single and had a perfect ass she was wearing heals and a pair of sexy white capris. Next was Adriana who was 23. A taller brunette from a rich family. She had the biggest boobs of all the girls, working in sales at her dads successful electronic supplies and repairs company. She was wearing flats, a pair of tight light blue jeans and a white strapless top, I also noticed she had on a pink G string. Finally there was Malyssa, a 25 year old red head, she was a cutie. She worked as a nurse. She was married and had a little daughter. She was wearing a red romper and sexy high heels. For what it’s worth, Maddie, my girl, is a brunette who was 26. Maddie had C cups and an ass that I loved. Big, but not too big, and tan skin. She also worked as a nurse.
I dropped them off and a little before bar close, they call me for a ride. The drive from the bar to our house is about 25 minutes. I arrived and they all climbed in, including a 6th girl, Gaby, one of Maddie’s work friends.
“Gaby needs a ride. She’s going to sleep at the house” she told me.
“Uh ok” I responded. I was running out of room in the car but Maddie is the boss. I didn’t know much about Gaby besides that she was a nurse and she was hot. Of Asian complexion too. She was wearing a sexy skirt. I caught a glimpse of her yellow panties as she climbed in the car. We made small talk for a few minutes. Then Adriana spoke up.
“I spent the entire end of the night flirting with that guy. I got his number but oh my god I have to piss like crazy”
“Me too” Caitlyn said, emphasizing that her hands were placed tightly on her crotch for that reason.
“I only peed once all night because of this stupid romper” she said “now I’m paying the price”
“Yeah babe hurry up or I’m gonna wet the car” Maddie said
“Does everyone have to go?” I asked
Pretty much, they all concurred. “With my small ass bladder I always have to pee” Gaby announced
“Well I will do my best ladies” I assured
About 10 minutes later, we were almost home. “Oh my gosh” Caitlyn said “my eyes are watering”
“I pissed the bed the night of Malyssa’s wedding” Adriana said “I had a guy with me too. That sucked”
“I peed my pants like a month ago at my sister in laws bachelorette party” Caitlyn said “this is worse”
“I did at work like less than a year ago, remember that Gab?” Said Maddie. “This one had to bring me new pants like I was a kid at school” she said, referring to me and laughing
“None of you have had kids. Wait until your 6 months pregnant. I peed myself weekly” Malyssa said
“We need to stop talking about it because I’m barely holding on” Brittney announced to the group.
“Almost home” I told them. But then, I saw the unmistakable light of a police car.
“Oh fuck” said Brittney.
The officer approached my car “Good evening sir. Can I just see your license?” I complied. “We have been getting complaints of speed and possibly intoxicated drivers on this road tonight. Just making sure this car had a sober driver”
“Yep” I said “this is my girlfriend. I was told I was to be the DD tonight for their girls night” I said lightheartedly
“I’ve been married 23 years, sir. Trust me I know how it goes” he laughed back. “Well thank you for your cooperation and for having a sober driver. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I hope you all have a wonderful night”
As I pulled away, I looked it the rear view mirror.
“How is everyone doing” I asked
“That was really scary” Brittney said, almost in tears. “Like too scary” she said as she removed her hands to reveal the large wet spot on her crotch
“Oh my goodness you did not” Maddie said as she began to laugh hysterically. I knew what was next. “I’m peeing!” She said in between laughs as she grabbed my arm “I can’t stop! I’m peeing. I’m peeing!” She said, through a fit of laughter.
“I’m going too” announced Adriana. “No way I was making it anyways. I didn’t want to feel left out.”
Meanwhile, I could see Caitlyn’s eyes literally watering.
“I dribbled a little while laughing” Malyssa said
“Please hurry” begged Caitlyn as she leaned up to rest her head on my shoulder seductively
“If I move my hands I’m literally going to wet myself” Gaby proclaimed.
We pulled in the driveway and the girls got out. Maddie, Adriana, and Brittney, all sporting dark wet patches around their crotches, down their legs, and up around their butts, by this point, laughing about it. Gaby jumped out and threw her panties down and unleashed her pent up urine right in the driveway “ahhhh thank god im wearing a skirt” she said as I starred at the piss shooting out of her perfect, bald vagina. I then felt an elbow
“You can put your tongue back in your mouth” Maddie said
I turned to see Caitlyn standing on the porch, frozen with her legs spread as a dark streak expanded down both her pant legs. “Ohhh fuck” she said almost in tears
“Hurry up and unlock it!” Malyssa yelled “or I’ll be next”. I unlocked the door and Malyssa bolted upstairs. I could hear her sigh with relief as she reached the bathroom. Behind me, the 4 wet girls and Gaby, waddled in. Maddie walking gingerly, Caitlyn with her legs spread wide, and Brittney, normally like she’d done it all before. Then Adriana came walking in, pants and panties in hand, bottomless and fully exposed.
“Whatever you’ve all seen me naked before anyways” she said.
“Not me” I reminded her.
“Well now you have!” She said with a smile as I gazed at her nice ass and hairless pussy.
“That’s a good idea actually” Maddie said “I don’t want to track piss through the house. Take your pants off. I’ll go up and get us some shorts.” Maddie said, peeling off her wet pants and her soaked white thong. Revealing her tan legs, smooth, bald pussy and the ass of a goddess. Next I saw Caitlyn shamelessly undress, and she was a sight to see. Her smooth shaved vag, glistening with the wetness of the puss she had just unleashed in her pants. She had been wearing a purple thong. Soon, I was amazed, as if I was in a dream as Brittney, Adriana, Caitlyn and Gaby stood before me, bottoms completely exposed. 4 hairless, bald vaginas, wet with piss, standing in my house.
I grabbed a hamper. “Here you go ladies. Throw everything in here, Mad will put them in the dryer” I told them
Caitlyn walked up shyly and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for your help and for not being mad” she said. Adriana kisses me on the lips “yeah we appreciate it”
“I feel bad that i pissed myself in your car so, here you go” Brittney said, lifting her shirt to show me her tits.
“I’m just glad it wasn’t me this time” Stated Gaby. Standing there holding her yellow thong in hand.
End Chapter one |
Penny’s New Bike.
Chapter 1.
“PENNY! PHONE!”
Penny heard her mums call, and walked briskly from her room, an inquisitive look on her face. She didn’t receive a lot of calls on the house phone, as like most 18 year olds, her and most of her friends usually did most of their socialising via their cell phones or laptops.
“Who is it mum?” She whispered, taking the handset, and covering the mouthpiece with her hand.
“Some lady from the Cancer Research Foundation,” her mum whispered back. “What do you think it’s about?”
Penny felt an excited tingle surging through her body. It could only be one thing, something that she had been daydreaming about lately.
The raffle!
Penny and her mum had been shopping recently, and the Cancer Research Foundation had been selling raffle tickets in the mall for five dollars each. First prize was a new car, second was a moped, third was a new bicycle. Not just any bicycle, but a proper road racing one, with an ultra lightweight carbon fibre frame, with a clothing and accessory package thrown in.
Obviously Penny would love the car or moped, but any of the top three prizes would make her daily commute to college a lot easier. Her mum had bought them a ticket each, and had listed their landline number on the tickets. That had to be it!
“Hello?” Penny said, her voice shaking with excitement, as her mother hovered beside her, listening anxiously. Jackie, Penny’s mother had forgotten all about the raffle, and her concern was entirely about why someone from the CRF would be ringing her hopefully perfectly healthy daughter!
“Yes. Yes, this is her, I mean me. I’m me. I mean her....” Penny was too excited to think straight, and was starting to glow with embarrassment with how she suddenly seemed to have so much trouble talking.
“Yes. Yes I did. That’s right,” she looked at her mum, and suddenly squealed with excitement.
“OHMYGOD! YOU’REKIDDINGME! REALLY?!?”
Holding the phone away from her mouth, she almost shouted at her mother. “I’ve won a prize mum! I’ve won that freaking bike!”
Jackie could here the lady on the other end of the phone laughing loudly, and she clapped her hands with excitement for her daughter, before fetching a pad and pencil for Penny to take notes with.
After the call had ended, Jackie and her daughter sat at the kitchen table with a calming cup of tea, while Penny filled her in on all the details.
She had indeed won the third prize, a new bike valued at almost $5000, with all the extra accessories, including an electronic trip meter, a good quality bike lock, a water bottle, pump, maintenance kit, as well as a complete clothing package! She was ecstatic!
“I almost wet my pants!” Penny said. “I’ve never been so excited!”
Jackie laughed. Her daughter had been known to do that before, but not for at least a couple of years now. When she had been younger, Penny’s bladder had been just a little bit on the weaker side of normal, but as she had progressed through adolescence, it seemed to have strengthened itself as she had gotten older. As far as Jackie knew, Penny hadn’t wet herself for quite some time now, although she didn’t often do her daughters laundry much these days....
Mother and daughter talked excitedly about Penny’s good fortune, and started to make plans about how she could go about collecting her new bike. The bike store that had provided the prize was almost 20 kilometres away, and neither Jackie’s, or her husband Dereks cars had bike racks fitted, and were both too small to fit one in.
“It’s no problem mum,” Penny declared happily. “I can ride it home! I’ve just gotta get up there to collect it. Apparently I can do it on Saturday morning! I’m sure dad will take me, if I ask him.”
Jackie was unconvinced. “It’s a long way Pen. You haven’t ridden a bike for awhile now. Do you think you can ride that far?”
Penny laughed. “Easy mum! This thing is as light as a feather! It’s an actual proper road racing bike you know! It’ll be super easy. Besides, if daddy takes me up there, I can just take my time, and stop at the beach for a swim on the way back. It’ll be awesome!”
The family lived near the beach, and although the shop was a bit of a distance away, it would be mostly a flat, safe ride on the bike path that followed the freeway into their little slice of suburbia, with only a couple of small hills to manoeuvre as she got closer to home.
Pennys father Derek was almost knocked off his feet by his daughter as soon as he walked in the door, and soon found himself agreeing to take her to the store on Saturday.
“As long as it’s not too early,” he stipulated. “I’m going into the office anyway around mid morning, so as long as we can organise it for around then, it’s fine.”
“Thanks daddy,” Penny squealed with delight, making him laugh as she wrapped him in a big hug, and kissed him on the cheek.
Later, in her room, Penny started planning her trip. One of the highest priorities wasn’t just the ride, but how she could showcase it on her social media accounts. Like a lot of girls her age, she dreamed of being an “Influencer,” or at least “Instagram Famous,” although her rather mundane life of living with her parents and being a freshman at college didn’t exactly lead itself to a lot of followers outside her own circle of friends.
She looked at herself in the mirror, self consciously admiring her reflection. She certainly thought that she could be considered pretty! The usual trademark features were there. Her hair was naturally blonde, her figure slim and curvy, and although her breasts weren’t huge, they weren’t exactly flat either! Her butt was nice and round, and would certainly look even rounder in her new skin tight lycra pants that she would soon be getting! She was of average height, and her teeth were nice and straight.
Penny sighed at the girl in the mirror. Yes, she was reasonably attractive, but apparently she lacked that certain “something,” that special sparkle that made a stunningly beautiful girl step up from an average pretty one.
“Never mind,” she told herself. “Wrap yourself up in some skin tight lycra, take some snaps with the flash new bike, and the old IG might light up like a neon billboard!”
She really didn’t expect it would happen, but at least she might get a few likes on her social media accounts at least! Even if she didn’t, it would be so super cool having a bike that cost more than some of her friends cars!
Yup. She couldn’t wait till Saturday.
Turning away from the mirror, she opened her wardrobe door, and checked the panties that were hanging up in there. They were still wet. It probably wasn’t surprising, she thought. The phone call that had made her squirt uncontrollably into her pants with excitement had only happened a couple of hours ago.
At least her skirt had prevented her mother from seeing any wet spot, and although she had needed to quickly rub her socked foot across a couple of drips on the floor, her mum hadn’t noticed that either.
Nobody had seen her wet herself for almost two years now, and although it still happened occasionally, she hoped that nobody would ever know that little accidents still affected her sometimes. |
Chapter 2:
Saturday couldn’t come quickly enough for Penny, but of course it eventually arrived. She was up and out of bed by 7, which was an amazing achievement for her, especially on a weekend. She had lay awake last night planning her trip down the the most infinitesimal details, and couldn’t wait to pack her things and get going.
As usual, her bladder was full upon awakening, but she chose to try and ignore it for awhile, being intent on selecting the right clothes and accessories for the big ride. Besides, she had her own adjoining bathroom, so nobody had to see her bouncing around, squeezing her legs together, or potty dancing like a little girl. She caught sight of herself in the mirror, with her hand resting on the crotch of her pink panties, nearly fully visible from beneath her cropped t-shirt, and it reminded her of something.
Penny went to her closet, and took out a pair of panties and a pair of black leggings that were hanging in there. This had been the result of a big accident she had suffered after school yesterday. She had been late leaving class, and had almost missed the bus, so she had decided to skip the usual bathroom stop and wait until she got home.
That had proved to be a bad decision. During the last few minutes of her bus ride, her urgent need to pee had skyrocketed, and suddenly she had felt a seeping warmth in her leggings. She had been convinced that she was about to lose complete control on the bus, but had somehow managed to make it to her stop, where she had virtually jumped off, and hobbled into the small neighbourhood park, where she had sat on a bench, only seconds before her bladder had completely let go, and a torrent of pee had poured out of her, completely soaking her leggings, and splattering noisily to the ground, where a huge puddle had formed on the concrete underneath her bench.
Completely mortified, she had hurried off, nearly in tears, as wet drips continued to snake down her legs, as she cut through the park, miraculously avoiding all contact with people, and even getting home without being spotted. Her luck was even better there, with both her parents being out, allowing her to make a quick and drippy run to her room to get changed, only moments before her mum had arrived back from the shop.
Shivering at the memory of her close call, she threw her wet clothes into the shower, the second time she had done so this week, and the second time she had been lucky enough to get away with it. The thought crossed her mind that she really would have to start being more careful about going to the toilet when she needed to.
Growing up, wet panties weren’t an uncommon occurrence for Penny. She had always been a bit prone to the occasional unexpected leaks when she was younger, although fully wetting herself as she had done yesterday was a very rare event. It must’ve been at least two years ago since it had happened last, she thought to herself, back when her mum was still doing her laundry for her. In fact, that last big accident at 16 had been the prime motivator for her to start doing her own washing. Since then, although her knickers sometimes got a bit wet, there had been no more full blown accidents, until yesterday, and she had always managed to take care of the occasional pair of wet undies without anybody else finding out. As far as her mum knew, Penny had kept her panties dry for nearly 2 years now, and she fully intended for her to keep thinking that way.
Besides, the occasional little leak didn’t really count as a proper pants wetting, did it? Lots of girls had little spurts in their knickers from time to time! Admittedly, they probably didn’t completely piss themselves like she had done yesterday, but that was only a one-off incident, which could happen to anyone. Couldn’t it? Anyway, she had gotten away with it without anyone knowing, and after she had rinsed her panties and leggings in the shower, she would do a load of washing, which she did every Saturday morning, and nobody would be the wiser.
Penny did glance at toilet while she was in there, and the sight of it made her cross her legs, but, she was going to have a shower in a few minutes anyway, and was still super excited to start picking her clothes out, so although she had only just decided to be more prudent about going to the toilet, she decided that she could hold on for just a little bit longer.
Besides, she really didn’t need to go THAT badly...
Back in the bedroom, she began selecting her outfit. Because she would be getting a whole new cycling kit, she would have to carry whatever she wore up there, home again, so she didn’t want to wear too much. Plus, the skintight lycra would show off a panty line, so that had to be a consideration as well. The fact that she had planned to stop at the beach for a swim on her way home, made the choice of underwear very easy.
Opening her drawers, Penny selected a very tiny thong style bikini, pure white. It wouldn’t show a panty line through her cycling shorts, and she could swim in it without taking a change of clothes, except for a dry pair of panties to change into.
She laid it out on the bed, her toes curling as she bounced on the balls of her feet, her need to pee getting worse. She would need a small backpack, and had a perfect one in her wardrobe. The backpack would only need to be big enough to carry her t-shirt, shorts, flip flops, wallet, and of course her phone, which would be used extensively to update her IG, Tumblr, Facebook, and Snapchat accounts, showing all her friends and followers her beautiful new bike, with the obligatory cafe stop thrown in for good measure.
In the interests of weight conservation, (Nothing to do with looking pretty of course,) Penny selected a sleeveless strappy top to wear, and some high cut cotton running shorts. She knew her father would complain about the lack of fabric involved, but sometimes old people just don’t “get it.”
A towel would be needed, and she was sure that she had a mid-sized one in the bottom drawer of her dresser, so she squatted down on her haunches to open it.
This turned out to be a big mistake.
As her knees opened, and her bottom dropped to just above her heels, she felt a sudden loosening sensation inside of her body, and her pee hole twitched, only a second before a strong jet of hot pee shot out of her. It was powerful enough to shoot straight through her pink cotton panties, arcing out both in front and behind her, instantly soaking her feet, and even hitting the front of her opened bottom drawer.
Penny yelped in surprise, and tried to close her legs and place a protective hand against her crotch at the same time, which only led to her stumbling backwards, and landing firmly on her butt.
That was all the trigger that her full bladder needed to give up completely, and although she sat flat on the vinyl plank covered floor, and crossed her ankles tightly as she hunched forward, she couldn’t stop the flow at all. Penny hissed in a sharp intake of breath, the hand between her legs getting wet, as a huge puddle began spreading out in all directions from beneath her bottom, and the feeling of hot wetness spread all the way down the back of her thighs to behind her knees.
It seemed like she peed for an eternity, but it was probably only ten seconds or so before she had let enough out to regain control again. It is amazing just how much liquid can get released within ten seconds, and by the time the out of control flow had eventually been stopped, she found herself sitting in the middle of a puddle that was at least a meter round.
When she was sure that she had finished, at least for now, she had no choice but to put both her hands into the puddle to help herself stand up, getting her feet wet as well. The girl peeled her now dark pink panties off, noticing how they were completely saturated all the way up to back elastic, and dropped them with a splash into the puddle. She then removed her t-shirt, and gave herself a quick wipe between the legs, on her bottom, and the inside of her legs, trying to wipe as many drops away as she could. Penny threw the shirt just clear of the puddle, and stepped out onto it, using it to dry her feet.
She was completely mortified by what had happened, and her heart was pounding, with the only thoughts being to clean up the mess quickly before anyone found out. Now completely naked, she hurriedly padded into her bathroom, picking up a couple of already used towels from the floor, which she used to soak up the seemingly monstrous sized puddle. Wetting a towel with hot water, she wiped the floor as best she could, thanking her lucky stars that her parents had replaced most of the carpet in the house with vinyl planking not long ago. Her sodden panties and shirt got thrown into the bottom of the shower with the other wet clothes, and she stood back, turning the water on.
A few cold drops fell against her breasts, and the remaining pee in her bladder flowed freely, running down over her legs and feet, soaking into the large pile of already pee-soaked clothes on the floor. This time, she made no attempt to stop it, and in fact she even pushed a bit, sighing with relief as her bladder finally emptied itself of the last of her morning’s ablutions.
She was disgusted with herself after having two major accidents within the last 15 or so hours, but the relief was nothing short of incredible. As she started washing herself thoroughly, standing on the wet clothes, she found herself paying particular attention to the private area between her legs as she scrubbed, and had to muffle her moaning sounds as another type of physical relief swiftly overwhelmed her. |
Chapter 3
Penny stepped out of the shower with her head spinning. She had not intended to pleasure herself at all. As a matter of fact, until she had started washing, bringing herself to orgasm would’ve been the furthest thing from her mind. All she had wanted to do, was cleanse herself of her shameful accident, and give her clothes a much needed rinsing, so exactly where that sudden burst of horniness had come from, she had no idea. In fact, as her orgasm had approached, she had been thinking of absolutely nothing at all, just enjoying the sensation of her fingers rubbing against her special spot with ever increasing pressure and urgency. Usually, she fantasied about whichever person she was currently crushing on, (usually boys, but not always) but this time, the simple act of touching herself had been enough.
It was weird, she thought, and decided that she might try it again in the future, just clearing her mind of any of her normal fantasies, and concentrating on the physical act of pleasure itself. If only she knew what had triggered that desire in the first place.
But there was no time for further contemplation now, she had to get her laundry in the washing machine before her parents got up.
After toweling herself at least mostly dry, she again wetted a towel, and gave the floor another good wipe, finally convinced that all the evidence of her humiliating accident had been properly erased. She slipped into her shorts and t-shirt, and padded quickly but quietly to the laundry room, where she was able to get her embarrassing load of laundry started without anyone asking any awkward questions.
Back in her room, she undressed again, and started from scratch, wriggling into her little bikini, before tying her hair back into what she hoped look like a cute but sporty ponytail, then sat on the floor to paint her toenails. After all, an IG pic of her pretty feet in the sand at the beach was one of her many planned social media updates for the day. When her toenails and then fingernails were freshly painted and dry, she again dressed herself in her cute little shorts and strappy shirt.
While she was preparing, she was severely admonishing herself mentally at the same time. After two years of not having a big wetting accident, she was angry that she had now put herself in the position of doing so not once, but twice in less than a day. That wasn’t good enough, and it had to stop. Both times were caused by her failing to listen to her body crying out for relief, and she resolved to herself that she simply wouldn’t let it happen again.
Yes, her panties might sometimes get a bit wet if she got a bit excited, or coughed, laughed, sneezed, or even tried doing something physical with a full bladder, but that was different. A little occasional leak was something a lot of women endured, she knew this, as she had researched it, but full-on wetting yourself was something completely different. Especially if it was completely avoidable by simply going to the toilet when you knew you needed it!
Yep. From now on, she wouldn’t hesitate to visit a bathroom if the urge hit her, and she would just accept the fact that sometimes damp panties would occur as she went about her daily life. After all, her occasional little leaks were usually just that, little. She rarely lost more than a drop or two, or perhaps maybe a tiny little leak. Her natural choice of clothing leant more towards dresses and skirts, or darker coloured jeans and shorts, and she knew from experience that her tiny dribbles rarely showed on her outer clothes anyway.
“It’s a good thing I don’t go for light grey or pink yoga pants,” she thought with a chuckle. “That would be a bit more awkward!”
The sound of her mum moving in the kitchen got her motivated, and she padded down to join her.
“Hi mum. How’s it going?” Penny asked by way of greeting.
“I’m good sweetie. How about you? Did you get any sleep last night?” Jackie replied with a grin, knowing how excited her daughter had been before going to bed.
Penny giggled. “A bit. I’ve been up for awhile though. I put a load of washing on already.”
“Good girl. Don’t forget to take it out though! Don’t leave it in there all day like you did last week. It goes all smelly. Now. Do you want any breakfast?”
“Nah,” Penny replied. “Just juice and coffee. I’ll stop and grab something on the ride back.”
Jackie smiled. “Something nice for the old Instagram account Pen?”
Penny blushed. “Don’t be silly mum. It’s just a nice day to sit in a cafe, that’s all....”
Jackie chuckled at her daughter’s reaction. She knew that posting some shots of a delicious breakfast was the main reason her daughter would stop there. Ah well, if it made her happy....
Penny and Jackie chatted happily over their morning juice and coffee, and although Penny was sorely tempted by her mothers offer of scrambled eggs, she resolved herself to wait until she got to the cafe later. Derek was up and dressed by 8:30, and by then his daughter was almost bouncing with excitement to go, but she knew it was too early yet. Pouring herself a second coffee, she retreated back to her room to do her makeup.
Penny was standing in her bathroom, leaning close to the mirror, trying her hardest to get her eyebrows “on point,” (which is very important for a great selfie,) and the cold tiles under her feet we’re sending signals to her bladder that she needed to pee, at least a little bit. Her eyebrows were nearly done, when she found herself suddenly resting one foot on top of the other, almost crossing her legs.
She remembered the stern talking too that she’d given herself earlier, and immediately abandoned her makeup, and stepped over to the toilet instead. The relief was incredible, and she was surprised to find herself feeling just a teeny bit proud that she’d managed to listen to her body, and “make it to the potty” on time, just like a big girl should. Apparently her recent accidents had bothered her on a far deeper level than she had thought, and she resolved herself once again to no longer ever delay a toilet stop unless it was absolutely necessary. She remained seated longer than usual, until her bowels started loosening, so she stayed there until she had gone “number twos” as well. It felt a bit strange being proud of a successful toilet visit, but hey, at least her pants were clean and dry.
A quick visit back to the kitchen confirmed her suspicions. Her dad wasn’t ready to go yet, so more out of boredom than anything, Penny poured a third coffee. She usually limited herself to only having two a day, but she could justify the caffeine hit by the big ride she would soon undertake.
Finally, by 10 o’clock, her father was ready to leave, after the expected expression of distaste over Penny’s lack of clothing, but he was placated when she explained again that a brand new wardrobe of sports clothing awaited her, and she was simply trying to minimise weight and space.
When she collected her bag from her room, she visited the toilet once more, just in case, and was a bit surprised by the amount of pee that she expelled, as it hadn’t been all that long since her last visit.
“Must be that extra coffee,” she thought. “It IS a diuretic I suppose.”
She paused long enough for a quick selfie.
#SOEXCITED
#GETTINGMYNEWBIKE
#CANTWAIT
By the time her dads car pulled out of the driveway, her IG had already received two likes!
This was going to be a good day. |
Chapter 4
Penny and Derek chatted amiably on the drive up the freeway, while her phone continued to emit occasional pings and pops. Her Snapchat, Instagram and Facebook accounts were all jingling along merrily, as her friends and followers expressed their support for her either in “likes” or comments.
Although her father kept telling her that he really should just drop her off and go, he was almost as excited as what she was, and he couldn’t resist walking into the shop with her to get a glimpse of her new bike.
“Oh wow Penny. You’re right. That is an incredible looking machine,” he exclaimed in awe, marvelling at how light it was when he picked it up with one hand.
Penny beamed with joy. “I know dad. Right? It’s awesome!”
“Good morning. Can I help you,” a voice enquired from behind them, causing them to turn around, coming face to face with a smiling sales lady, maybe 10 years older than Penny.
Penny nervously stuck out her hand, and introduced herself, “I won this bike in the Cancer Raffle,” she added.
The lady beamed with delight. “Penny! Of course you did! We’ve been expecting you this morning. We’re all so excited for you. Congratulations! You’ve got a heap of things to look at and pick out as part of your package!”
Derek gave his daughter a quick squeeze around the shoulders. “It looks like everything is under control here Pen. I better get to the office. You sure you’re okay riding home?”
She kissed her father lightly on the cheek, and assured him that she’d be fine, and let the sales lady, Veronica, lead her over to meet the store manager as Derek left.
The manager, Steve, was just as nice as Veronica, and they began giving her a tour of the store, pointing out the various accessories and clothing that she could choose from to customise her new bike.
“Once your kitted out, we’d like to get some photos of you and the bike for our Facebook page, and a small story in the local paper,” Steve informed her, and Penny readily agreed.
Penny noticed a Coke machine near the counter, so she purchased a 600ml bottle to sip on, as the tour progressed.
There was so much to choose from! The style of handlebars, the seat, the pedals, trip meter, water bottle, and they hadn’t even gotten to the clothes yet!
It didn’t take too long though, perhaps 20 minutes, as Penny sat on a few different bikes and experimented with a few styles. She was pretty ambivalent about most things, except for deciding straight away that she definitely didn’t want the pedals that clipped her feet in place, worried that she wouldn’t be able to unclip them in time when she had to stop.
“Okay,” Veronica announced with a clap of her hands. “Steve will get one of the boys out back to set it up for you, then we’ll get the seat and handle bars set up correctly. Now comes the fun part, the clothes!”
She calculated how much of her budget was still available, and Penny was delighted to discover it was probably more than she had thought. She would definitely be able to dress herself nicely from head to toe. She disposed of her now empty Coke bottle, (thinking where on Earth did that go?) and headed into the clothing section.
Having already Googled her options, her heart was set on black and pink, and she wasted no time in choosing a matching outfit.
She began with a lycra riding shirt that was predominantly black and grey, with large pink splashes under the arms, matching black lycra knee length shorts, black, but with hot pink inner legs and crotch, hot pink ankle socks, a pink helmet, white riding shoes with pink highlights and laces, and a pink and white drink bottle.
She admired her reflection in the change room mirror, and after alternating between a few different sizes, she was completely dressed and ready to go, and proudly thought to herself that she looked almost like a professional rider, and she loved how the skintight clothing accentuated her boobs and bum. She particularly liked the bright pink flashes running down her inner legs and over her crotch, which seemed to draw attention to her well formed legs, and displayed her pubic mound nicely, without giving her a camel toe. She packed her old clothes and flip flops into her backpack, and headed back to the counter just as her new bike was being wheeled out.
Straddling the bike, the young assistants adjusted the heights of the seat and handlebars, and positioned the brakes and gear levers at there optimum placement for her natural grip.
Veronica was busily ringing up the total, and happily informed Penny that she had spent her voucher very well, and had ten dollars left. Wanting to get absolute maximum benefit from her prize, Penny added another 600ml Coke, and a 600ml bottle of water for her new riding bottle, and her money was then completely spent. She didn’t particularly feel like she needed the second bottle of Coke, but hey, she wasn’t going to waste anything, so she proceeded to start drinking it, as the employees started setting up for the photo shoot. Although she wasn’t overly thirsty, Penny drank deeply, more out of a feeling of almost over anxious excitement rather than thirst. Her photo was going to appear in the local paper, and she would be sure to get someone to take a couple of pictures using her own phone as well, as her IG and Facebook accounts were now well and truly due for the first proper photos of the day.
Veronica produced a very expensive looking camera, and handed it to one of the younger workers, and thus the photo shoot began. Penny assumed a number of happy, smiling poses, standing beside the bike, wearing her new clothes and helmet, alternating between giving handshakes to Steve and Veronica. It took a bit longer than usual, as Penny had given the young man her phone as well, shyly asking him to take the same pictures for her as they went through it all.
In no time at all, she had somehow managed to finish her second bottle of Coke, meaning that she had drank 1.2 litres since walking into the shop less than two hours ago, and she admonished herself for doing so. She usually tried to limit the amount of sugary drinks that she consumed, as she was still prone to the occasional outbreak of acne if she drank too much. Bah. That would be tomorrow’s problem now. Today, her face was blemish free and looking pretty, which was the most important thing considering the selfies that still needed to be taken.
“This is great!” Steve said with a grin. “You should be a model, Penny.” This will be a great advertisement for the shop! Now, if we could have just a couple more of you sitting on your new bike please?”
Happy to oblige, Penny swung her leg high and over the saddle easily, but she suddenly grimaced just before her bottom came to rest on the seat. As she’d performed that manoeuvre, her bladder had announced that it was nearly at capacity, and Penny had felt a slight loosening sensation from between her lycra covered legs, and she hunched forward a bit, pressing her suddenly quivering pee hole firmly into the seat. For a nasty second, she had thought that she had wet her pants, or was about to, but by clamping down hard on her pelvic muscles, she realised that although she had almost leaked, she hadn’t, at least not yet.
The feeling surprised her, as she had had absolutely no realisation up until then that she needed to pee at all, her level of excitement keeping most other thoughts at bay, but now she had felt it, she couldn’t unfeel it, and the fullness coming from her bladder seemed like the most overpowering sensation of all. How she hadn’t noticed it before was a mystery to her, but now, she realised that she desperately needed to visit a toilet as a matter of urgency.
However, she was able to maintain her smile, knowing that these photos were important, and although she was clamping her pelvic muscles with all her might, nobody looking on would’ve been at all the wiser.
Not a moment too soon, the photo shoot was over, and Penny very carefully swung her leg back off the bike, silently gritting her teeth the whole time, then tried to stand nonchalantly without it looking like she was squeezing her thighs together with all her might. She looked nervously around the store, hoping to see a public bathroom, but to no avail. This was bad. She needed to go to the toilet LIKE RIGHT NOW, and had no idea where the nearest public bathrooms might be located.
Salvation came to her in the form of Veronica, who sidled up to the girl and whispered conspiratorially in her ear.
“Thanks for that Penny, I’m sure you’ll help us sell lots of bikes! But, you’ve got a big ride ahead of you, would you like to use the bathroom before you go?”
Penny blushed, as deeply pink as the splashes on her new clothes.
“Oh my God, is it that noticeable?”
Veronica laughed. “Oh dear! You do, don’t you? No darling, I didn’t notice at all, really! I just know what it’s like trying to ride when I need to use the toilet, that’s all! I just thought you might want to make a quick pit stop before you left. There’s an employee rest room out the back if you want to go?”
A furiously blushing Penny nodded her head quickly. “Yes please Veronica, I, Uh, was actually thinking I might need to go before I start riding. Too much Coke I think...”
Veronica led her around the back of the counter, and through a door marked “Employees Only,” and Penny followed her down a short corridor, past a small staff room, to where there were two doors side by side, marked Men’s and Ladies respectfully.
Forgetting all semblance of maintaining here composure, Penny uttered a strained “Thanks,” and hurried into the ladies bathroom, which was empty, and contained two stalls. The sight of a toilet, and the potential relief it promised, made her pee hole twitch violently, and she felt a drop or two leak out, as she ran into the cubicle, yanking her new cycling shorts quickly down, and biting her bottom lip, as she tried to stifle a moan as she wrestled with her bikini panties.
Her bottom hit the seat a full second before her bladder capitulated, and she couldn’t muffle the sigh of relief as her pent up stream flowed strongly into the bowl below. She nervously looked down, into the pants that were puddled around the hot pink ankle socks she wore, and saw a wet spot in her bikini, the size and shape of a small egg. With a furiously beating heart, she looked further, into her new lycra pants, and sighed with relief when she saw that the pink lycra crotch was still dry.
Penny pulled a wad of toilet paper off the roll, and started blotting her bikini pants, trying to calculate exactly how much she had drank so far today, and figure out why she had been suddenly hit with such a strong bout of desperation. As she calculated, it became suddenly clear.
Three large coffees, two glasses of juice, a glass of water, and over a litre of Coke. God! No wonder she had needed to pee so quickly. She still had to ride home yet as well! Plus, one more coffee was obligatory, as the “#Sitting In The Cafe, Enjoying Breakfast With My New Bike,” selfie, showiness the bike behind a carefully positioned shot of her eggs Benedict and latte was an imperative part of her Social Media plans for the day.
“I’ll just have to make sure I make a bathroom stop if I need one,” she chided herself, as she pulled her slightly soggy bikini pants back up, followed by her shorts, then she washed her hands, and went to say her final goodbyes to Steve and Veronica, hoping that her knickers would dry before a wet spot became visible on her pink crotch.
They should. It was a lovely day for a ride. |
Chapter 5
Penny cycled off, carefully joining the flow of traffic. At first, she was a bit nervous, but it only took a few minutes for her to find her rhythm. She had always enjoyed riding her bike when she was younger, but hadn’t done a lot of it over the past few years, as her old bike had gradually deteriorated with age, and she had outgrown it.
Turning a corner, she encountered a nice, flat, straight section of road, and she hunched forward in the saddle and started pedalling fast, seeing what her new bike was capable of.
Leaning forward in the saddle, her legs pumping like pistons, Penny could feel her wet panties rubbing against her mound with every cycle of her legs. The air rushing against her had swiftly cooled them, and she was aware of a cool, wet clamminess pressing against her slit, moving up and down as she pedalled, and although she felt a bit embarrassed by it, secretly she had to admit that it did feel kind of nice. She was, however, a little bit concerned about the wetness from her knickers showing through onto the hot pink lycra of her crotch, but basically, there was absolutely nothing she could do about that anyway. After all, she had to get home, nobody would see a tiny wet spot while she rode, and lycra was renowned for being a fast drying fabric anyway, especially with the wind pushing against her as it was.
Just for her own peace of mind, she pulled off the road into a quiet car park, and reached for her new water bottle, using that as an excuse to do a sneaky visual inspection of her crotch. Not a single spot of wetness or discolouration was visible, and she gave a little sigh of relief as she drank deeply from her bottle. The sweetness of the Coke she had consumed had actually made her thirstier if anything, and the chilled water washed the slightly sickly taste from her mouth, refreshing her in the way that only water can when a person is genuinely thirsty.
Penny shrugged her backpack off, and retrieved her phone, checking the time. Ten minutes had passed since she’d left the shop, and she felt absolutely energised and alive, but also incredibly hungry, having skipped breakfast with a cafe brunch planned. She had researched how much time the trip should take, and discovered that regular, fit bike riders would expect to cover the 20km distance in around forty minutes. While she was certainly fit, she wasn’t setting a particular target for herself, and thought anything around an hour would be great, not including her stop for brunch.
Her tummy rumbled. The original plan had been to stop at her favourite cafe near her home, but she felt that she really should eat as soon as possible, even if it did slow her up a bit. Besides, eating a bit earlier before going for a swim was probably a much more sensible idea. There was a cafe that she knew not far from here, so she would stop there instead.
Putting her phone away, and her backpack on again, she took another drink, then sloshed the bottle around, finding it nearly empty.
“Better stay hydrated,” she thought, as she drained the last of her water, planning on filling her bottle up again at the cafe. She couldn’t resist giving her crotch a quick squeeze, enjoying how her damp bikini felt against her girlhood, and she set off again, at a much more sedate pace, enjoying how her damp panties felt as she cycled.
Ten minutes later, Penny was locking her bike into a rack outside a nice little cafe with an alfresco area. Some other cyclists were collecting their bikes as she pulled up, and they complimented her on the new bike. Penny automatically felt included with the group, and they spent a very pleasant few minutes discussing all things cycle related, even inviting her to join there group perhaps for a larger ride in the future. The feeling of camaraderie was nice, and Penny was feeling quite happy as she took a seat at an outside table in the sun, and started glancing over the menu.
A waitress soon appeared, bringing a complimentary carafe of chilled water to the table, and Penny ordered her favourites, a large latte, and Eggs Benedict. She poured herself a large glass of water as she started flicking through her phone, selecting the right photos from the shop to update her social media accounts with.
As she drank, she chose one of herself between Veronica and Steve, another of her beside the bike, and one of her sitting on it.
#FINALLY GOT IT
#PROFESSIONAL RIDER NOW LOL
#STEVES CYCLES THANK YOU
#FITNESS GOALS
Her food didn’t take long to arrive, although she was surprised by the size of the gigantic coffee that was served.
“That’s a Grande,” the waitress said with a nervous smile. “Isn’t that what you asked for? I can take it back if it’s not right?”
Penny always hated to make a fuss, and would never complain unless it was absolutely necessary.
“No, no, it’s fine,” she said. “I was only expecting a large, but this will do.”
The waitress looked nervous. “Are you sure, I can make you a large instead? It’s my fault. I guess I didn’t hear you properly.”
Penny hastened to assure her that it was okay, and the super-huge Grande would be fine.
“Maybe I could get a small bottle of water as well please? I need to fill my drink bottle up.”
The waitress leaned in and whispered. “Give me your bottle, I’ll fill it up from the jug in the kitchen. No charge. Thanks for not complaining. My boss gets made when I screw an order up.”
Penny smiled, pleased that the nice young girl wasn’t going to get into trouble, plus, what she saved by not buying more water, covered the cost of the larger than expected coffee, so it was a win-win situation all round. Soon, her water bottle was returned, clinking with added ice as a bonus!
More photos quickly followed. This time of her meal, with the new bike strategically positioned in the background.
#HOW GOOD IS THIS?
#HEALTHY FOOD/HEALTHY LIFESTYLE.
Straight away, her phone beeped pleasingly as her IG account received even more valuable likes. She had even picked up two new followers as well, bringing her total to nearly 40. Not enough to be considered a “Social Influencer” of course, but not bad none the less.
Penny ate her brunch, and even finished her Grande, washing it down with another glass of water from the carafe. She returned her water bottle to the bike, and went inside to pay. The thought of using the bathroom suddenly occurred to her as she saw the doors. She didn’t feel a particular need to go as such, (well, maybe a tiny one) but since her earlier mini-accident, she had drank another 600ml of water while riding, the huge coffee, which was her mind blowing fourth for the day, plus another two glasses of water, so she figured a quick bathroom stop would be more than prudent. After paying her tab, and thanking the waitress, she went straight into the ladies room.
Penny pulled her shorts down, and ran a hand over her bikini, finding it dry, so she pulled it down as well, and sat down, looking at the crotch of her panties. The white silky fabric was dry, but there was a slight discolouration to the inner lining, showing where she had wet herself a bit before.
She sighed with relief, but at the same time, she was surprised to find an ever so slight feeling of mild disappointment as well! That was strange, and before she let go of her bladder, she considered why that might be the case.
It was because she had really enjoyed how her wet panties had felt rubbing against her while she rode. Another check of the lining made her wonder if the small stain was simply pee, or perhaps also a bit of her personal lubricant, enticed out of her by the feeling of naughty dampness and the cycling of her legs.
She had never been turned on by her little leaks before, but today felt a bit different. She was on a natural high, her endorphins going wild, and the naughty feeling of knowing her knickers were a bit wet, and reminding her of that with every pump of her legs, rubbing that wetness against her pussy, while the cool air blew against her, had made her feel kind of horny. She was a little bit disappointed that her bikini had dried so quickly, as it had felt nice while she rode.
Penny was struck by inspiration. She was about to leave for part two of her ride, which would culminate in a swim at the beach, so there really wasn’t any reason that she couldn’t make her panties just a little bit wet, was there? It seemed so naughty and wrong, but, the wet bikini had felt sooooo good, surely it wouldn’t hurt to do it again, just a little bit? After all, nobody would ever know...
Penny stood up and pulled her bikini up, then sat down again, her heart beating like a hammer in her chest, not really believing what she was about to do.
“Just a little bit, a squirt or two,” she said to herself, and she let go gently, trying to limit herself to just letting a tiny bit escape.
However, her bladder had other ideas. As soon as she loosened her hold, a solid torrent erupted from between her legs, instantly saturating her once white thong bikini, and pouring through it everywhere, even from over the top, where it splashed onto the seat, and started dripping onto the floor, barely missing her shorts, which were puddled around her ankles.
“NO! Nononono,” she hissed, and pushed herself further back over the bowl, sticking her feet out and up.
Any chance of regaining control was completely lost in this position, and she had no choice but to stay in that uncomfortable position, until her bladder had emptied at least half of it’s contents through her panties. She felt the thong strap getting soaked, wicking her hot wee upwards and through her butt crack, and the small triangle of fabric that covered her semi shaved pussy was dripping from the waist cord down.
Once she had finally regained control, cutting the flow off, she took a handful of paper and carefully soaked up the small puddle and drips she had cast upon the floor, then pulled her bikini down again, confirming with her eyes what she already knew. Her panties were a dripping, sodden mess, completely saturated. She used some toilet paper to blot the drips, then held them out taut between her knees, breathing sharply as she squeezed them, almost unable to believe what she had just done! What on Earth had she been thinking? Had she gone completely mad?
Penny knew that she had a pair of clean, dry panties in her bag, supposedly to be used to change into after her swim. She’d have to put those on, she thought at first. But, not only would that would mean that her pissy bikini would have to go into her bag, but she wouldn’t be able to stop for a swim either. Then her mum would ask why, as Penny had been excitedly telling her of her plans for the last few days. Also, there was the IG pic of her pretty little painted toes in the sand to think about. She had been looking forward to taking that one.
Besides, the whole idea HAD been to wet her pants a bit, she had just done it heavier than planned, that was all. Penny squirmed a bit while thinking about how nice her pissy bikini had felt while riding, and that was the decider. So what if her “underpants” were soaked? Nobody would be able to tell, and they felt so nice rubbing their wetness against her as she pedalled, then she could still stick to her original plan of having a swim, which would give her knickers the badly needed rinsing out that they now needed. Perfect!
Taking another handful of paper, she alternated between blotting, squeezing, and wiping her pants, until they were as dry as she could get them. Pulling them back up, she squirmed with delight as the wet thong disappeared into the crevice between her cheeks, and the warm, moist triangle of cloth pressed itself firmly against her sex.
Penny couldn’t help herself, she ran her fingers across the front of her damp bikini, shivering a bit as a surge of pleasure ran through her. She had no idea where this sudden enjoyment of wet knickers had come from, but she couldn’t deny how good it felt.
The sound of the toilet door opening, then footsteps leading into the adjacent cubicle snapped her out of the pleasure zone, and she gave pulled her cycling shorts up, gave the seat a quick wipe, then flushed and went to the sink to was her hands.
Penny could see her reflection in the mirror as she washed, and noticed she looked a bit flushed, which made her grin. She gave careful examination to her shorts, hoping that any wetness wouldn’t become visible on her pink lycra clad crotch, at least until she sat on the bike. After drying her hands, she pulled her shorts tight, and did a turn, checking her reflection both front and back for any wet spots, but she couldn’t see any. Boy, did her wet bikini feel nice snuggled up against her though.
Suddenly, she realised that she hadn’t actually completely finished emptying her bladder. She had fought to cut the flow off, then cleaned up the mess, and got dressed again, without actually finishing what she had gone in there for in the first place.
Penny almost went back in to try and completely empty herself before setting off, even though any urge to pee had long ago abated during the excitement. Then, the toilet flushed in the other cubicle, and not wanting to be seen loitering around in the bathroom, she walked out instead. She had been in there for almost ten minutes already, and surely the staff would be starting to wonder if she was alright.
Penny thanked the waitress again, and feeling a bit self conscious about how wet her knickers were, she walked quickly back to her bike, donning her pack and helmet on the way.
Once seated, her legs astride the bike, wet cloth pressing against her pee hole, she became aware of the fact that yes, she probably still needed to go a bit, or could certainly do so if she tried.
Ah well. She would be swimming in the ocean in about forty minutes, she would hold on until then.
Penny took a quick swig of ice water, relishing how it felt on the way down, then she pedalled off into the traffic, after a glance down between her legs showed her that a small wet spot was now indeed visible on her pink crotch.
Meh. It would probably dry pretty quickly as she rode. |
A slightly shorter chapter, building up to what I think will be the last one.
Thanks everyone for the comments and upvotes! I hope you’re enjoying it!
Chapter 6
As she rode, she could feel the wetness rubbing against her mound with every turn of the pedals, and it felt nice. She glanced at her crotch a couple of times, and saw that the wet spot had grown, but wasn’t as visible as she had feared. You could see it, but only if you looked really hard. Stopping at a set of lights, she took the opportunity to stand up, and quickly ran her hand underneath her bottom, feeling a bit of wetness there, although her thong bikini shouldn’t make as big of a wet patch as normal wet panties would. Surprisingly, she found that this didn’t bother her much, as nobody would be able to see it while she was seated, and it would dry soon anyway. She could feel the wet thong rubbing between her bum cheeks, and it really did feel nice, although she was bit concerned about what it might look like when she took it off. No doubt she’d have to scrub it in the shower, like she always did when she wet her pants a bit.
Ten minutes later, and she stopped on the freeway overpass. No bikes were allowed on the freeway of course, but there was a combination bike/pedestrian path that followed alongside of it. Penny rode or drove the freeway nearly every day, but had never been on the path before, and usually didn’t even see a lot of it, thanks to the screening vegetation separating them, and now, for the first time, she actually paid attention to it from her high vantage point.
The first thing she noticed, was that it wasn’t as perfectly flat as the freeway itself. The path meandered up and down a lot of small rises and drops, and swung in and out as it went, certainly not the completely smooth, flat, straight ride she had been expecting. Still, it wasn’t exactly hilly or anything, just a bit, well, “wobbly,” and nothing that she couldn’t easily handle on her new metal steed.
Penny took the opportunity to take a big drink from her water bottle, pleased to find that there was still some ice left unmelted. She stood with her feet on the ground, toes pointing down, without getting off the seat, and put her head back, drinking deeply.
Something about this stretched out, arched back position made her aware of the fact that she had probably only emptied half of her bladder, if that, (into her pants) at the cafe, and she still needed to go a bit. No doubt that stupid-big Grande coffee and two glasses of water were now filtering through her, joining the not-quite-fully-expelled coffee, juice, Coke, and water that she had consumed prior to getting to the cafe.
In fact, if anything, her half empty bladder seemed to be filling up very quickly. VERY quickly. Maybe it was her rather excessive fluid intake, perhaps it was the physical action of cycling, or just the fact that she had cut off the flow before her bladder was empty, but whatever it was, she was starting to feel like she would need to go to the toilet again fairly soon. It wasn’t a desperate feeling, not like she had experienced yesterday on the bus, or earlier today in her bedroom, both times ending up in a complete loss of control and wet pants, but under normal circumstances, if she felt like peeing this badly, she would usually go.
There wasn’t a lot she could do about it now. Checking her trip meter, she had ridden about eight kilometres, and had estimated she had about twelve to go, although looking at how the cycle path switched back and forth, it was probably more like fourteen. Still, it shouldn’t take any more than half an hour until she got to the beach, and although there weren’t any toilets there, she had no qualms at all about peeing in the water. In fact, she always used that as a kind of personal motivation to get in, especially if the water was a bit cold. It gave her an excuse to go in the ocean.
“Mind you,” she thought with a grin, as she mushed her pee hole firmly into the seat through her now clammy, wet knickers, “I’ve already GOT an excuse to get in and rinse this bikini out! I can’t go home with my panties like this. Mmmmm. It feels so good though!”
For a brief moment, she considered letting a little bit out before riding off, you know, just enough to warm her knickers up again, but she quickly dismissed that idea. There was simply no way that she would wet herself in public, at least on purpose, as she considered herself to be extremely lucky to have gotten away with it yesterday, and she remembered the burning shame and humiliation she had felt while wetting her pants sitting in the park like a little girl. Although, it hadn’t felt as nice as a wet thong bikini and a bike ride.....
No. Not only would it be completely humiliating, but she didn’t want to wet in her new bike shorts. Yes, there was a bit of a damp patch still visible, but it could easily just be a sweat stain, and she didn’t want her hot pink inner legs, crotch, and lower bottom showcasing a sodden wet area. She would, and could, wait until she got to the beach.
Although she knew she shouldn’t, she couldn’t resist taking another drink. The water had a hint of lemon in it, and it was sooooo good. When she bent forward to put the bottle back in its holder underneath the frame, her bladder twitched just a little bit, as her legs went wider, and her vagina mushed itself into the wet fabric again, almond as if sending an invitation to her urine.
“Hey! Come on! It’s already wet down here.....”
Penny mentally shook all thoughts of wetting herself from her head, and vowed to stay dry until she hit the beach. She crossed the overpass, and swung south onto the path, and was soon exerting herself as she tried to set a good pace, determined to get into the ocean as soon as possible, so she could release the sudden heaviness that was now building around her lower tummy. |
Chapter 7
Sorry for the delay. I kinda lost interest in writing for awhile. I think the disappointment about not continuing Daniel And Amy got me down a bit. For those that are interested, I do intend to continue it, just to see what happens. At least I have it saved now.
Penny made good time, at least at first. She was conscious of not riding too quickly on the shared path, but her tanned legs pumped like pistons as she climbed the various small rises, then relaxed again as she cruised down the following drops. The path was obviously quite popular with people walking, jogging, or riding, and most of the time they smiled and nodded as they past.
Her view of the freeway came and went. Sometimes the path was close and adjacent, at other times it darted away, closing in towards the various housing estates and suburbs that lined the traffic corridor.
On one of closer sections, she noticed that the traffic flow appeared to have suddenly diminished. Cars were still passing, but in much fewer numbers than before. As she approached the next rise, standing up on the pedals for more power, she caught a glimpse of blue flashing lights in the immediate distance, and her curiosity was immediately piqued.
Upon cresting the hill, grinning to herself about the naughty feelings that her wet bikini was giving her as her legs pumped, she could suddenly see the tableau spread out on the freeway below. At first, it looked like absolute chaos, and she went cold, her already quickly beating heart accelerating even more, and her breath catching in her throat. But upon closer inspection, she relaxed. Although the accident she was looking at appeared to be a major one, it didn’t look like anyone had actually been hurt.
From what she could tell, there had been a minor accident involving one car running into the back of another. But after that, a lager truck must have locked its brakes up and swerved to miss them, causing it to jackknife sideways, while other cars behind it also swerved and skidded, collecting each other in the process.
From her vantage point, she could see the two cars in front, still nose-to-tail, the huge lorry askew, almost completely blocking both lanes, and at least three badly damaged cars behind it.
A lone police car was at the rear, probably just in the right place at the right time following in the traffic, and the female officer had parked her car sideways across the road, lights ablaze, as she tried to slowly clear the immediate traffic one car at a time. In the distance, lots of flashing lights were approaching, weaving their way along the emergency lane. Penny could see at least three more police cars, a couple of ambulance, and a fire truck, all travelling like a multi coloured flashing snake towards the carnage.
Once she was convinced that nobody was seriously hurt, she felt no guilt about stopping to watch for awhile. If there had of been injuries, she would have just minded her own business and continued, but with the damage being just vehicular, it was a fascinating spectacle. There were people arguing on the side, others inspecting the damage while on their phones, and the poor overburdened police officer doing her best to clear the immediate area while trying to keep everyone calm.
Penny dismounted, leaned her bike against the fence, then removed her phone from her backpack, and started hastily taking photos, which she quickly uploaded to all her social media accounts. Her phone was suddenly buzzing and beeping away, as people liked, followed, shared, or messaged her posts. From a social media perspective at least, this was a winning situation. As she started responding to all the questions and shocked face emojis, she absentmindedly reached for her water bottle, and gave it a quick shake, hearing the last remnants of ice rattling within. She tilted her head back, and drank deeply, relishing the feeling of the last of her water quenching her parched throat. Other people had started to appear on the path beside her, and they watched with the morbid fascist that most humans have when faced with a disaster, some talking and discussing their own theories about exactly what had happened, others using their own phones to share pictures of the horror.
Penny found herself engaged in a light conversation with a rather cute young guy around her own age, and they swapped their own ideas with each other.
Suddenly, Penny felt a slight loosening of her bladder. It seemed to come out of nowhere! One moment, she was completely distracted by first the accident, then her phone, and then again by this cute boy, and at no stage at all did her still filling bladder even cross her mind, but suddenly, her urethra had twitched, and her pee hole suddenly felt kind of warm on the inside, as a kind of dropping sensation swept across her abdomen.
Penny was horrified to realise that she was about to wet herself like a distracted child, who had been so caught up in what she was doing, that she hadn’t even noticed that she needed to go potty until it started to come out! Her ankles suddenly crossed themselves, as her lycra covered thighs pressed together. A sharp, hissing intake of breath was inhaled, and she squinted her eyes in sudden urgency. Thankfully, the cute boy was looking at the carnage below, and failed to notice her sudden look of complete anxiety, and he certainly didn’t see the tiny little wet spot that was barely visible at the junction of her thighs.
“Ugh. I....I gotta go,” she stammered, sadly noticing the look of disappointment that crossed over his features.
Penny deposited her phone into her backpack, straightened her bike up, and swung her leg over, almost crying out as she felt another drop or two of hot urine warming her clammy bikini once more. As she coasted down the next hill, she risked a glance between her legs, and saw a visible wet patch the size and shape of a small egg. She moaned in frustration, completely distracted, looking up just in time, seeing a sharp corner only meters in front of her.
Her body tensed, as she applied both brakes, and managed to lean into the corner just in time, the need to keep control of her pulsing bladder suddenly the least of her worries, and as she swerved around the bend, she felt a warm wetness trickling on her inner thighs. She was on a long straight now, and although her heart was pounding like a drum after the close call, she had to look down again, and saw with dismay that the wet spot was now a patch, the size of a saucer, almost perfectly round, and standing out brightly on the bright pink lycra that covered her private area.
“Ahh shitfuck” she cursed, aware that her wet pants were now quite noticeable, as well as the fact that she was now absolutely bursting for full relief.
Penny leaned forward in the saddle, trying to put as much pressure on her pulsating pee hole as possible, and keep her legs closed whenever she passed someone approaching her from the front. Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment, but if she was to be honest with herself, also a rush of excitement, as her pumping legs caused her sodden bikini to rub against her vagina, which was being stimulated by the pressure of the seat, and exaggerated by every little bump she road over.
The seating position seemed to work, and although she could almost feel the liquid sloshing around in her bladder, the immediate feelings of urgency abated somewhat, and although she felt bloated, her control remained intact. At least for now.
The hills started to level out, for which she was immensely relieved about, as she didn’t have to stand up and pedal anymore. The path was starting to be more downhill now, as it approached her beachside coastal suburb, and from time to time she opened her legs wider going downhill, hoping the airflow would assist with the drying of her pants, at least on the legs. With her sodden bikini pressing against the crotch of her shorts, she knew that that part wouldn’t dry in a hurry. The cool rushing air felt nice blowing against her heated and wet sex, and although the clamminess remained, the contrast between hot and cool only aided her stimulation.
Soon, her exit was approaching, and she slowly navigated her flash new bike off the path, and onto a side road, that led to larger road that tracked along the coastline towards her beach, and ultimately her house.
“Ugh. One hill to go,” she thought, as she changed gears, and stood up on the pedals for the last big climb, now enjoying a beautiful view of the ocean to her right.
Strangely enough, her bladder didn’t protest too much, and she created the big hill with relative ease, although she was a bit red faced and panting at the top.
THERE! JUST AHEAD! It was the path with the steps that led to “her” beach. She was nearly there. Thirty seconds later, she had swung in and parked, hot, sweaty, and amazingly thirsty again.
Feeling grateful that there was no one around, she dismounted, and examined her pants, looking at her crotch, and running a hand across her bottom. Her backside felt a bit wet, and although her inner thighs had dried, there was still an egg sized wet patch between her legs, although it didn’t appear to be noticeable while she was standing, and the relief was incredible.
There was a water fountain at the top of the steps, and she hunched over, and drank deeply, the cool water feeling like an oasis sliding down the parched desert that was her throat. She felt a slight twinge in her abdomen, warning her that now she was standing, with no pressure on her pee hole, her desperation was quickly returning. As she drank, body hunched over at the waist, her feet started lifting up and down, from toe to heel and back again. It would probably be a smarter move to fill her water bottle up, and hurry down onto the beach, she decided.
As she filled her bottle, some cold water splashed over her hand, and she felt that familiar loosening sensation, causing her to sharply cross her ankles, jamming her thighs together, embarrassingly aware that she was doing a potty dance in public.
Penny almost waddled back to her bike, her urgency increased tenfold, and found herself unable to formulate a coherent thought. She knew she had to chain the bike up, but where the hell was the bike lock?
Oh yeah. In her backpack.
Taking her backpack off, she started to rummage through it, and although it didn’t contain much, only her minimal clothes, phone, towel, and flip flops, her new lock was nowhere to be seen. Groaning it frustration, she put her pack on the ground, and squatted down in front of it. Another closer inspection yielded no results, when she thought to check the seperate zip up compartment on the back.
SUCCESS!
There it was, and her sigh of relief quickly changed to a groan of panic, as a short jet of urine shot out, strong enough to pierce both her bikini and her shorts, making a few drops splatter onto the ground between her feet.
Penny stood up quickly, grabbing herself tightly between her thighs, her hand finding a soaking warm wetness, as her legs jammed together, trapping it there. She looked around in a panic, thankfully not seeing anybody, although the houses across the road would have an unhindered view of her desperation and impending accident.
She gingerly removed her now wet hand from her crotch, and tore the packaging of the lock away in a near frenzy, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and bobbing up and down on the spot, as she frantically tried to read the instructions.
“For fucks sake! How freaking complicated is this?” Penny asked herself.
There were intricate diagrams about exactly how and where to position it around the frame, with explicit warning about not securing it solely through a quick-release style wheel, which she vaguely remembered Steve telling her that she had. Also, the four digit code was preset to 0000, and again there were stern warnings to reset it something personal.
Jesus Christ! How was she supposed do that? Again, the procedure for setting the code seemed interminably long, and she quickly gave up, when her bladder suddenly loosened once more, sending an ever stronger jet of pee into her pants. She could feel it running down her legs, and looked down in horror as she saw a small trail soak into the top of her right sock.
She was past the point of no return, and could feel panic setting in. Her bladder was about to completely void itself at any moment, and she couldn’t keep riding, nor secure her bike, and there was literally nowhere to go. There was only one thing for it, she would have to carry her bike down the steps and onto the beach where she could keep an eye on it.
Stuffing the stupid lock into her pack, and jamming the water bottle into its frame, she took a deep breath, and picked the bike up, putting her shoulder through the frame, and started making her way carefully down the steps, thankful that her new toy didn’t weigh very much.
Halfway down, her bladder released again, and this time it was a solid stream for maybe five seconds. She clamped her left hand into her crotch, and felt the hot wetness pouring freely from her shorts, cascading down her legs, leaving drops of shame behind her. She didn’t stop her descent, or even pause, just kept going, peeing into her hand as she balanced the bike on her shoulder, praying that she wouldn’t meet anyone making their way up.
Fate was on her side, and she stumbled awkwardly onto the beach without being seen, although walking in the soft sand meant she now had to use her left arm for balancing, and not gripping herself like a toddler. Instead of walking towards the water, she turned hard left, and followed the small wire fence at the base of the dunes until she was away from the path. She chose left instead of right, simply because there was nobody in that direction at all.
Once she was about twenty meters up the beach, she clumsily placed the bike against a post, and with her bladder protesting even worse than before, and her entire vaginal mound quivering with desperation, she hastily kicked off her shoes, planting her neon pink ankle socks into the soft sand.
That was all it took. Penny now had absolutely zero control left over her tired bladder, and she sighed with relief as a hot wetness suddenly completely enveloped her crotch, bottom, and legs. A torrent of sticky warm wetness cascaded down her thighs, turning both her socks, and the sand between them, a much darker colour than mere seconds ago.
She closed her eyes and sighed. It felt soooooo good! Yes. It felt naughty, embarrassing, and wrong, but it felt good as well. Perhaps the embarrassment and naughtiness exaggerated the nice feelings? Her mind was in a whirlpool. As the wetness coated her lower half, and the pressure in her bladder eased, multiple thoughts all crashed into her mind at once.
She remembered masturbating vigorously in the shower earlier today, after accidentally peeing all over the floor. Then there was the initial surprise about how nice her damp knickers felt upon leaving the bike shop. Of course she couldn’t forget about deciding to wet herself “just a little bit” at the cafe, nor how good it felt. Looking down, she saw the last few drops falling from her crotch, and how almost all of the pink lycra on her inner legs was now dark, and how her cute little sodden socks looked when she scrunched her toes into the sand.
A different kind of warmth invaded her private area, and she found herself plucking absentmindedly at the dripping lycra that covered it, before coming to her senses and looking around. Maybe later, certainly not now....
Penny spread her towel out, and removed her outer clothes. Her thong bikini was completely drenched, and a bit discoloured, and she felt a stickiness inside it that wasn’t pee. She hung her shorts and socks over the little wire fence behind her bike to dry, and sat on her towel with her phone.
As she uploaded pictures of her pretty little feet in the sand to Instagram, she found her heart wasn’t in it. She would have a swim, and hopefully her pants wouldn’t take long to dry. Then, she was going to go home, pee herself in the shower, and relieve some of the tension that she now felt.
She took her water bottle from her bike and drank deeply. After all, she needed to keep her fluids up. |
Hi! this is my first time writing something like this. I've posted some real sexual encounters online before, but never written kink fiction like this.
This is a story I'm making up about a lesbian couple: A trans woman named Sarah, and her girlfriend, Kylie. This story is heavy on sexual content, non-sexual peeing, sexual peeing, and other kinks- but also, it's heavy on romance, character development and some background. These characters aren't real, but aspects of their personalities are inherited from myself and my partner in real life. These characters are not made-for-porn lesbians who exist to get you off (though I certainly hope to achieve that!) but hopefully will serve as believable, likable and relatable women. There's not enough trans-positive porn out there, and I figured the best way to change that is to write some myself.
First, some information to get out of the way for the sake of clarity for CIS readers and for trans readers to get a vibe for the character and see if it's right for them and their own outlooks on their bodies and identities:
Sarah is a trans woman. She has a penis, though a couple years of hormones have realistically altered its appearance and function. She refers to it by a large variety of words, including but not limited to: girlcock, cock, penis, dick, and clit. She refers to her ass as, well, her ass, but also as her pussy in some situations where Kylie tops her. I will never use degrading terms or slurs in these stories, or any of my stories for that matter. I do have some realistic experiences with my trans' characters' coming out stories and mentions of being deadnamed, but nobody is going to treat these characters poorly. It's porn, you're here to cum, not think about heavy shit. Sex between these characters takes on a variety of forms, and one of them is PIV penetrative sex.
Now, CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS:
Sarah is a strong girl, a little bit physically as she spends time working on her project cars, but also emotionally and intellectually. She has a thirst to teach herself things and to share her passions with anyone who will listen, but especially her girlfriend. She's 5'10, has shoulder-length hair that's naturally dark brown but that she dyes regularly, usually blonde or black. Her eyes are a greyblue, and her skin a milky white. She's been on HRT for two years, and she's a lesbian- but without a genital preference. She dresses goth in style when she's trying, and works as a freelance media producer. She has C-cup breasts, thick thighs and a strong core- even if she's got some extra meat on her butt and tummy. She's a hot head, but sensitive. In bed, she's a slutty little switch- much like her partner. Her kinks include various forms of omo, pee play and watersports- including diaper usage- but you'll have to stick around to learn more about her and her sex life.
Kylie is equally strong, but in her own ways. Where Sarah has a short fuse and shorter patience, Kylie prefers to let cooler head prevail. She's a professional music producer and is in a successful electronic music project which she runs from the girls' home studio. She's bisexual, but prefers women, albeit with no genital preference. Her skin isn't quite as pale as Sarah's, but still pretty damn pale. Where Sarah prefers to step out in leather pants with straps, designer boots, dark eyeliner and black lipstick, Kylie takes on a more street punk aesthetic- ripped jeans, Converse, and plaid. Lots of plaid. She stands about 5'8, 36D breasts and a round little booty, thighs not quite as thick as her girlfriend's but certainly more toned, from her years playing volleyball in high school. She shares a lot of kinks with Sarah, but grew up a bit more sexually repressed, and thus has trouble expressing her sexuality as freely- something that Sarah brings out of her easily. She's got pixie-cut black hair and deep blue eyes, and industrial piercings in her ears. She can look a bit tough- albeit sexy- but under the skin, she's compassionate, for animals, for her friends, and most of all, for her partner.
I hope you enjoy!
Part 1. Setting Off (Tags: Pee, pee drinking, oral sex, holding, cuddling)
Kylie caught herself smiling like an idiot as she watched Sarah talk to her parents about work. She loved to talk about her passions, perhaps a little too much, and Kylie couldn’t help but notice the soft, adorable glow of Sarah’s cheeks as she gushed about her latest project, a marketing package for a rather large car dealership.
No matter what it was, Sarah had a lot to say about it- in part due to her inexplicable desire and capacity to learn everything there was about something she encountered. Kylie had spent many nights in their shared home office, cuddled up in Sarah’s lap as she gushed on and on about work or video games or her latest passion project, haphazardly balancing her laptop on one knee as she pulled up picture after picture that would usually do little to further Kylie’s understanding of the nuances of the Wankel engine, or whatever else had been holding Sarah’s brain captive lately. Not that Kylie could complain- she loved hearing Sarah talk, especially when she tried to explain things to her- she liked a brainy girl.
Sarah had been talking faster than she’d been eating, and her mother politely reminded her to eat the steak her father had grilled for everyone before it got cold. Sarah seemed surprised to see that everyone besides her had almost finished their entree. She shut up and followed suit, but not before meeting Kylie’s gaze and returning her own teasing eyebrow wiggle as the realization that she’d been caught ‘mirin warmed Kylie’s cheeks. She looked down and feigned thirst, drinking perhaps too fast from her glass of iced tea.
“So, when are y’all finally getting married?” Sarah’s mom interjected, seemingly oblivious to the weight of the question. Both girls choked on their respective bites of steak for a second, before regaining composure and meeting the question with a smile.
“When you and dad scrape together the cash to pay for the reception. We’re fine waiting.”
“Us? Honey, you two make more than enough to support yourself without even breaking a sweat.” She wasn’t wrong. Kylie was a musician, the ringleader of an electronic music project that made enough from merch and record sales to afford Kylie a quite comfy life by herself- Sarah’s advertising and videography expertise and odd assortment of bits, bobs and jobs only added to the girls’ cashflow.
“You’re right, but consider we aren’t ready for that step yet!” Sarah said before taking her own swig of the iced tea.
Despite the girls’ relationship going almost three years strong, marriage had been a rare topic. The girls supposed they were just too busy living their life to think about taking the next big step- actually, the thought of another big event where she had to interact with crowds of people and make sure everyone was enjoying themselves made her head spin- it reminded her of volunteering during college.
The steak lunch was the cap to the final day of a week long trip to visit Sarah’s parents in southern Oregon. Sarah’s parents were rather traditional, and while they had done their best to be accepting of her transition and lesbian relationship, cracks showed when spending any real amount of time around the older couple- from probing questions about the girls’ sex life to Sarah’s father accidentally calling her by her deadname. Sarah loved her parents dearly, but she was ready to get back to Palm Desert.
As everyone sat around the table on the back porch, sipping final glasses of tea and tidying clean-licked plates, Sarah shot a loot at Kylie that indicated it was time to start wrapping up the trip. The girls helped clean the dishes, then excused themselves to Sarah’s childhood bedroom to take a nap before setting off homebound. The girls planned to drive straight through the night, to dodge some traffic and heat. The two squeezed into the rather small attached bathroom to get ready for bed.
“You sure you’re good to drive all night? I don’t mind taking a shift,” Kylie said as she squeezed a dot of toothpaste onto her brush from the little travel-sized tube the girls picked up at Target the night before their trip, struggling to get an adequate amount out of the very end of the spent tube.
“Yes, hon, I’m sure,” Sarah said in her self-assured voice that found her most times she was questioned. “Besides, you can't drive stick. The last thing we need is to end up stranded in NorCal with a toasted clutch. Hey, leave some for me,” she interjected as she noticed Kylie using the very last of the toothpaste.
“It’s fine, just borrow some from your ‘rents.” Kylie mumbled through a mouth of toothpaste.
“Eh, I’ll do it when we get up,” Sarah said, stretching and yawning before wrapping her arms around Kylie from behind. She had only just placed a gentle kiss on Kylie’s neck and given her a squeeze around the waist before the pressure of Kylie’s hips against her abdomen reminded her how full of pee she was. Kylie turned to kiss her, but only got a quick peck before Sarah whispered “hold that thought” and retreated to the toilet in the corner of the room.
As much as she loved to hold, she didn’t quite fancy having an accident that would have to be left for her mother to clean up- so Sarah would act her age and use the toilet. She unbuttoned her black denim shorts and slid them down in one stride along with her cotton boyshort panties- letting free her girlcock and giving Kylie an excellent full frontal view as she proceeded to pull off her top and sports bra as well, letting her natural-grown C-cup breasts jiggle as they fell from their fabric prison.
Kylie licked her lips and raised an eyebrow- a shiver of desire running down her spine.
“Easy, tiger, I’m just getting comfy for our nap. Save the fun for when we get back,” Sarah whispered perhaps a little sexier than was necessary as she sat down on the toilet and let go, fully aware that she had an audience who couldn’t get enough of it. Hm, perhaps she was spreading her legs a little more than normal- and Kylie got a clear view of her stream as she liberated the embarrassingly high number of iced teas she’d drank over the course of the morning and early afternoon from her bladder, her pee a little darker than her usual clear. Her flow was steady and made a very satisfying noise as it streamed into the water in the toilet, almost as satisfying as the feeling of letting it all go.
Sarah’s stream remained steady and strong for nearly a minute before starting to taper off, and when it stopped, she stood, pulled up her panties and kicked the shorts across the room where the girls’ dirty laundry bag waited. A little dark splotch formed in the front of her grey cotton panties as some extraneous drops found their way out of her. She reached to flush, but Kylie called for her to wait.
“No sense wasting water when I have to go anyway,” she said with a now extremely seductive undertone to her voice. Sarah felt her cock twitch a little, and let go of the handle.
“By all means,” and she sat on the floor in front of the toilet. Kylie pulled her jeans and panties completely off, and then sat on the toilet, legs even more spread than Sarah’s.
“Come here!” she commanded, and Sarah shifted off her butt and onto her knees, leaning forward and kissing her inner thighs, sending a shiver through Kylie that ripped away whatever desire she had to make Sarah wait. With her pussy inches from Sarah’s face, she let go. The trickle burbled forward just a little bit, splashing against Sarah’s cheek a little before slowing and starting to just fall into the toilet, the clearer liquid of the better hydrated girl mixing with her partner’s in the bowl below. Sarah’s damp cheek pressed against Kylie’s left thigh as she turned her mouth to face the sitting girl’s crotch, and stuck out her tongue, catching small amounts of her pee in her mouth with each pass at her clit.
Sarah felt herself getting more and more turned on, the hot and slightly salty taste of her girlfriend’s pee fresh in her mouth even after each small swallow, and her girlcock starting to swell in her panties.
Both girls were rather surprised by the bold, sexy act- they had drank each others’ piss before, but it wasn’t a very common type of play- they really had to be in the mood. Now, not only was Sarah giving head while drinking from the tap, she was doing it in her childhood bathroom- the same room she spent six years getting ready for middle and high school in days past.
Each prod at Kylie’s clit was met with a little bit of a spasm, and as a consequence, Sarah’s face, hair and breasts were now various degrees of damp. As her stream started to slow, Kylie felt Sarah go for one final suck on her clit- something that elicited a sharp ah from Kylie as she accidentally pushed a hot stream of pee especially hard out of her, filling Sarah’s mouth as she let go of the now empty girl’s clit and sending clear pee dribbling out of her very surprised girlfriend’s mouth.
The two set to cleaning the bathroom, packing their toiletries and eventually settled into the double bed for what would be the last time on this trip, somewhere around 3PM. Freshly showered and bare naked, the two snuggled close, Sarah’s legs interlocked with Kylie’s and with the soft trans girl’s head tucked inside the curve of her lover’s neck, sound asleep.
The two were woken from their peaceful nap around 8, just before sun would set over Medford, Oregon, by the harsh tone of Sarah’s phone alarm clock. At the protest of her girlfriend, she rollled over, dismisses the alarm and slid her glasss back onto her face. “Morning sweet pea,” she said to Kylie, before turning to see her still face down in the pillow, just the corner of a smile and a shut eyelid visible of her beautiful face.
“You wanna sleep in while I get the car ready, sleepyhead?”
“I love to sleepzzzzz,” Kylie mumbled into the pillow. Sarah planted a gentle kiss on top of her head before rising and starting to dress. She had laid out an outfit before packing her bag back up- a pair of fleecy black leggings, an oversized blue t-shirt and some comfy cotton boyshorts she’d gotten from PINK. She’d forgone a bra for this journey- normally, it helped her feel very secure and feminine, something tracing its roots back to the earliest days of her transition, before the hormones when she just wore sports bras either flat or stuffed with fluffy socks. It had been a good way to feel femme, but one couldn’t exactly call the sensation comfortable on a long drive- especially with the newfound sensitivity that her hormones afforded to her and her cute, C-cup titties.
Trying to move as quietly as she could, Sarah carried their bags to the living room where her dad helped her pack them into the small cargo area of the car they’d driven to Medford- Sarah’s latest project, a ‘97 Nissan 300ZX she had restored in a couple months of weekends. Once the bags had been loaded, Sarah set about checking the oil and drove it up the street to fill it with gas before returning to her parents’ house to wake up Kylie.
When she got back, she was surprised to see through the window that Kylie was up and dressed, talking to Sarah’s mom in the kitchen. Hugs and kisses were exchanged, and just before Sarah dropped the gleaming white Z into reverse, her mom came running out the front door with a plastic grocery bag in one arm and the other waving frantically, as if she was stopping Sarah from pulling into oncoming traffic.
“I almost forgot, I got y’all some sustenance for the ride home. 11 hours isn’t anything to sneeze at. Take breaks, drive safe, love you!” She shouted, dropping the bag into Sarah’s lap and retreating into the house, blowing kisses as she went.
Sarah handed the bag off to Kylie, who took inventory while Sarah piloted the Z towards the southbound ramp, shifting through the sports car’s five gears the way she had a million times before but still managing to elicit a lip bite from her girlfriend every time. The futchy, switchy girl in the passenger seat found something incredibly hot about her femme, glam-gothic girlfriend driving a stick shift.
“Two Red Bulls, two big ass waters and- aw! Candy! How’d she know I like almond Hershey’s?” Kylie gasped as she dug through the plastic bag.
“Come on sweetheart, you really think we don’t talk about you? There isn’t much my mom doesn’t know about you- all of it good, of course,” the goth girl in the driver’s seat teased, winking slyly. She had gotten a lot closer with her mother since coming out as a transgender woman two years before, just before she started her first hormone treatment. Her mom’s occasional social cluelessness aside, she had been a wonderfully supportive mother through everything- even taking Sarah out shopping the next night and buying her a cute dress to wear on her first anniversary date with Kylie- and helped size her daughter for some sexy lingerie for when she and her girlfriend found their way home, tipsy off restaurant-portioned wine and Italian food. All things considered, she felt incredibly lucky to have her mom in her life.
“And you think we don’t talk about you,” Kylie said, hiding her blush by pretending to struggle to pop the top on an orange Red Bull and sticking it in the cup holder closest to Sarah. “Who do you think told her about your unhealthy caffeine hobby?”
Blushing in turn, Sarah put the car in fifth as they reached cruising velocity and took a swig from the energy drink, effortlessly piloting the car toward Palm Desert.
~~Four Hours Later~~
Midnight had struck, and the girls were feeling wide awake, buzzed off the caffeine as the Nissan carried them towards home, reflectors shining on the pavement as it stretched off into the distance. A playlist blending punk, metal, industrial, dance and techno boomed from the aftermarket speakers- a special road trip list the girls had concocted together before setting off for Oregon the week before, containing their favorite earworms.
Sarah had been enjoying the ride, occasionally glancing down at the temperature and oil pressure gauges to make sure her hand-built baby was weathering the miles okay. She had started to feel a bit of pressure in her bladder, but one, that excited her, and two, there wasn’t another rest stop for the better part of an hour. She would be fine, even if her squirms and occasional grasp at her crotch told a different story.
A story that Kylie could read with ease. She looked up from her phone, and sprouted a devilish grin as she watched Sarah squirm, her lip bite telegraphing more than she would have liked about both how soon she’d need to pee and how turned on that made her.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?” Kylie asked, in her patronizing voice reserved specifically for when she knew her girlfriend needed the toilet. She had a bit of pressure herself, but she knew that energy drinks went through Sarah like nothing, and the orange can had been sitting empty in the cup holder for hours. Unsurprisingly, she hadn’t yet dared to open her water.
“I’m fine!” Sarah hissed, a bratty scowl crossing her face before being replaced by one of overwhelming sensation as her girlfriend reached across the center console and teased her slightly bulging crotch with her slender fingers, pressing on the head of her girlcock and then on her bladder.
“You sureeee?”
“Yes, and I can prove it! Gimme that water!”
“Sarah, you don’t have to prove it. We can stop and pee if you like. I know you just finished this car, you probably don’t wanna mess up the seats.”
“They’re leather, it’ll be fine. Besides, I’ll last longer than you.”
“Is that a challenge?” Kylie barely whispered into her partner’s ear while tightening her grip on the tip of her partner’s clit.
Struggling to maintain composure, Sarah affirmed that it was, and took the bottle of water, taking a swig.
Kylie mulled over her proposal for a second, then laid it on her: “if you pee first, you’ve gotta dom me when we get back. I can tell from your face you wanna be a subby little slut when we get home. But if you can’t hold your pee like a good girl, maybe you shouldn’t be fucked like one either.”
Sarah tightened her muscles, coincidentally causing her cock to throb a little in Kylie’s hand. “You’re on. Drink your water.” |
This was meant to be longer but I decided to split them up into two parts- we will get back to Palm Desert and timeskip a little by the end of the next chapter!
Part 2: Losing The Bet (Tags: Desperation, wetting, holding, handsy stuff, dom/sub, lil bit of pee drinking)
Sarah drove on into the dark, focused hard on the lines, mile markers and tail lights ahead of her. Focused perhaps a little too hard, almost as if she was actively avoiding thinking about her bladder.
Kylie, on the other hand, was fine. She silently graded the state of her need around a 4- comfortably full. She could pee, but she really wanted to win this little challenge that Sarah had rather stupidly taken on. Besides, she thought, it’s not like she’ll last much longer. Sarah took the bet out of spite and bratty playfulness: Kylie suspected that not even Sarah was under the illusion that her pants would stay dry. “Babe,” Kylie said, breaking a content silence in the vintage car’s cockpit; “where you at, you reckon?”
Sarah’s voice cracked as she answered. “E-eight.” Kylie raised her eyebrow as she watched the tip of the tiny tent Sarah was pitching in her leggings grow wet as the desperate girl lost control for just a second, before the stream stopped, leaving a small patch of damp fabric behind. “Okay, mm-maybe nine…” She made this concession innocently and bashfully, convincing Kylie that the leak had been a genuine little accident.
Kylie liked Sarah’s accidents.
She gently reached across the car and traced her finger on the wet spots, using no more force than necessary. Not that it stopped another spurt from escaping the (now beet-red) girl behind the wheel, a spurt that lasted a couple seconds longer than the last.
“Careful,” Kylie warned in that same dominant, “I-know-you-hafta-pee” tone she had used earlier. “More like that and I might decide you officially lose.”
Sarah donned her best pouty face and let loose a sharp, bratty hmph, trying her best to not show just how desperate she was even as she wiggled her butt in the Z’s bucket seat. “We’re getting low on gas hon, I’m gonna pull off soon.”
“Shit, really?” her passenger asked, craning her neck in a fruitless attempt to see the fuel gauge around the bulky edge of the instrument cluster. “This thing must drink gas, we never had to stop this early before, not even in the Mazda.”
She was right. Not even in the pitifully uneconomic rotary did the girls ever stop this soon in the trip. Sarah sent off a silent “thank you” to whichever old Japanese engineer had designed the stupidly obtrusive dashboard of her car back in the 80s, because that design combined with how far forward Kylie had her seat meant that Sarah was the sole occupant that knew the fuel tank was still a quarter full.
In truth, Sarah’s body was screaming for, well, release, but it would settle for a break from the steady vibration that had begun pounding her bulging bladder about two hours ago- normally, the car rode very smoothly, but even the small amount of road feel afforded by the touring suspension was enough to make a girl in Sarah’s state uncomfy.
The car pulled into a well-lit service station and stopped in front of one of the many free pumps. The station was mostly deserted; a couple cars sat at random pumps, and some sleeper cabs were parked around back. With the passenger window cracked, Kylie could hear nothing but the familiar blend of humming fluorescent lights, top 40s radio and passing cars. Sarah cut the engine and pulled the parking brake, then stared at the dash as it went dark. She shivered, trying to focus on the low music emanating from her door speaker instead of the seemingly gallons of piss that seemed to beg for freedom.
Kylie sat too, watching Sarah suffer a little as she bit her lip. “Well, sweetheart, ya gunna pump the gas?” she said, knowing full well that attempting to climb out of the car would result in a complete loss of control.
“N-not here Kylie.. would you please just do it for me?” she stammered out, cracking her own window and looking at Kylie with puppy dog eyes.
“Fine, Essie. You better hold on while we’re here.”
“Hurry then!”
Sarah watched with trepidation as Kylie went through the painstakingly slow process of digging Sarah’s wallet out from her unorganized, oversized purse, digging through what was essentially a big leather tote bag before pulling out the card holder and verifying which card Sarah wanted the gas on. Sarah lost one of her distractions when Kylie opened the passenger door, triggering the stereo to shut off, made worse by the jolt of Kylie slamming the door a little harder than was necessary. The impact led to a little leak, and Sarah barely let a “hey, watch it!” escape as she held on to her pee with every muscle in her body.
“Which number?” Kylie poked her head down to eye level, asking in her own way what octane the new car took.
“Ninety one.. hurry please! Just fill it!”
“Relax sweetheart.”
Sarah heard the telltale beeps of the gas pump, before the video screens on all the pumps started playing one of those stupid ads. Normally Sarah would be irritated by the consumerist bullshit, but this particular ad had her worried about something far removed from capitalism.
“Thirsty? Come in and refresh with one of hundreds of drink options from our new Coke Freestyle machines.” Sarah heard the ad echo through the chorus of about two dozen pumps, and knew what was coming. The plastic narrator harped on about the mixologist opportunities the machine presented before the clickkkk of a soda can rung out, followed by the sound of a fizzy drink being poured into a glass of ice.
Sarah leaked even more as she heard the glass fill, and a pool of standing liquid formed between her thighs as she clamped them shut. She regained composure, but there was no hiding how much she’d just leaked as the puddle soaked into her leggings or ran down her shins to drip onto the rubberized floormat.
Kylie stared at the screen as the tank filled, lost in the thought of something decent to eat as the advertisement described various deli sandwich options. She thought of going inside to grab one, but remembered Sarah’s situation and thought she might be stabbed if she tried to delay her girlfriend’s “potty break” any longer. She glanced down at the low car just in time to see the puddle form between Sarah’s thighs through the window. She felt a tingle of excitement between her own legs, matched by the dull ache of her bladder. She started to fantasize about the play session she’d have with Sarah when they got back, until the metallic clink of the gas pump’s automatic stop made her jump, and release a couple drops of pee into her black lace panties as a consequence of what she’d been thinking about.
Once Kylie climbed back in the car, Sarah wasted no time starting the engine and pulling her seatbelt back on, gingerly placing it across her bulging tummy. She knew she was going to let go, but she didn’t want to do it in such a well lit place- not tonight.
“Hey leaker, gonna give it up yet?”
“I’m fine!” Sarah insisted, but she was very much not fine. As she reached her left leg out to depress the clutch pedal, she felt a sharp pain just above her pubic bone. Kylie saw her wince, and her demeanor went from mischievous to concerned.
“Honey, un-horny for a sec, please don’t hurt yourself. I’m only at like, a five. You know you’re gonna have an accident. Let’s just.. pull around back and park in one of the dark sleeper cab spaces and… you can go potty, okay?”
Sarah hid her face, but nodded. She found it really sexy when Kylie acted all caregiver-ish. And she felt herself get wet in another way at the word “potty”- for whatever reason, no other word in almost a decade of being into omo kink turned her on like the word “potty.” She drove the car in first gear all the way back behind the convenience store part of the station, and shut it off. She nearly punched the power button on the stereo, cutting off the pounding drums of some metal song she would have remembered the name of any other time.
Kylie unbuckled herself, then Sarah, and watched with a crossed leg as Sarah reached into her panties and angled her now soft penis downward between her thighs. Sarah didn’t mind using her dick for sex, but when it came to peeing, she preferred to pee like a woman. She always sat if she had the option, and would make an effort to point her stream down.
Kylie fought her own urges, both to pee and to touch herself, as she watched Sarah’s face go from one of stress and desperation to one of sheer pleasure the second her cock was angled properly between her legs, completely letting go. A proper hisssss was heard as she flooded her panties, trickling noises sounding as the pee pooled wherever in the seat a body of water could form.
“Good girl. Go potty in your pants for me. Let it allllll go.” Kylie whispered directly in Sarah’s ear, sliding a hand between her thighs and meeting a pool of liquid. She pulled her now wet hand back, and up to Sarah’s mouth, where they were sucked to the knuckle.
Kylie gave into her horny desires and slid her dry hand into her own pants, rubbing her clit softly through her underwear, and her other hand diving back into the flooded area between Sarah’s legs, holding her girlfriend’s little cock as she relieved herself.
Sarah knew she would have a lot of cleaning to do when she got back to Palm Desert, but she really couldn’t be made to care. She heard a waterfall of pee running off the seat and onto the floormat as her pants and seat were long overflowed. Her girlcock had gone soft from the pressure of holding, but the sensation of release and her partner’s gentle grasp had led her to start getting stiff again. She went back and forth between looking at her flood, and closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation- until, that is, she looked over and saw her girlfriend with her hands in her panties, mouth agape, her breath hot on Sarah’s neck as she moved closer for a kiss now that she’d been noticed.
Kylie closed her eyes and dove into the kiss, her tongue and spit tangling up with her partner’s, her hand warm as she felt Sarah finish going to the toilet in her panties. When the stream finally stopped, Kylie gripped Sarah’s girlcock and started to gently stroke, eliciting soft moans from her partner as they kissed. Sarah moved to kiss Kylie’s neck and reached across to pull her breasts out the top of her scoop neck tee, lightly pinching her nipples and grasping as much tiddy as she could in her whole hand once they were free.
Kylie pulled back from the kisses, and said through moans “l-let’s get to a rest stop and get you cleaned up.” After one small squeeze, she removed her hand from the girl’s sopping wet leggings.
Sarah pouted at the removal of her partner’s pleasuring hand, and directed one of her own hands down from her girlfriend's chest, instead cupping her comparatively dry crotch. “But what about you? Don’t you have to go, sweetheart?l
Kylie blushed. She loved when Sarah called her that. She quickly regained composure and reassumed her “dom mode”, and said “don’t worry. I have something in mind.” She peed just enough to wet Sarah’s hand through the black cotton of her shorts before stopping her stream. She shivered with pleasure as a mixture of Sarah’s finger on her clit and the warmth spreading to her butt overwhelmed her senses.
“Come on, leak just a little more?”
“Only since you were so good.” She peed again, a little longer this time. She felt her shorts squish when she shifted her weight.
“Now drive. Rest stop. Shower stalls. Now.” |
Definitely not one of my better ones, but here it is.
Jenny opened the door and entered the house from the garage. She had just gotten home from a class and was excited to spend the rest of the evening with Megan and Katy for family game night. She walked into the living room and found Megan, her lover, laying on her stomach with a board game in front of her. It was clear she was in the middle of a game with Katy, her daughter, but Katy was not in the room.
"Hey, how was class?" Megan asked.
"Meh, the usual. Professor Whitman is really good at breaking things down, but the material is just so boring." Jenny said as she set her backpack down near the hallway entrance. "Where's Katy?"
"Bathroom." Megan said as she started to get up. When she lifted herself off the floor, Jenny saw that the front of her jeans was soaked and there was a large wet spot on the carpet where she had just been laying. From the glistening and how tiny streaks shot downward, it was clear that Megan had just finished peeing herself seconds before. She walked over to Jenny and embraced her in a hug, then gave her a quick but passionate kiss on the lips. Jenny reached down and felt Megan's crotch. Her hand instantly became soaked with Megan's pee. Megan just smiled at her. They heard the toilet flush and Megan put her finger over her mouth and said quietly "shhh" then quickly went and laid back down covering the wet spot on the carpet. Jenny snickered at the idea that the 10 year old was the one who went to the toilet like a big girl and her mom was the one who'd wet herself, albeit, on purpose.
After washing her hands, Katy came into the room and said "You're turn mom!"
"I don't need to go." Megan said matter-of-factly.
"What? No, I mean your turn in the game silly!" Katy said as she threw her arms around Jenny. "Are you going to play with us?" She asked.
"Of course!" Jenny replied, returning the hug. She joined them on the floor but had to wait until the next round to join the game, so she just sat with her legs crossed and watched. As soon as she was comfortable, she relaxed and started to pee in her jeans. Katy noticed and said jokingly "You need potty training!"
"So do you!" Jenny replied, also jokingly.
"Psh! I just went to the toilet!" Katy said as she moved her piece on the board.
"Psh! Only because you got in trouble! What was it again?" Jenny said playfully while tapping her chin with one finger.
Katy's face flushed and she said with slight solemn "I peed my pants at school again."
Jenny glanced down to see how large of a wet spot she'd made on the carpet and to momentarily admire her wet jeans, then she looked back at Katy and said "Yeah, so how long is your no-wetting punishment?"
Katy looked at the clock on the wall, then back at Jenny "Until mid-night. That's like six hours away!"
"Think you can last that long?"
"You obviously can't!"
Jenny gasped and smiled at the sharp reply. "I didn't get in trouble though!"
"Yeah, well at least mom is still dry!" Katy retorted glancing at Megan. Megan stuck out her tongue at Jenny. Jenny bit her lip and resisted the urge to snicker.
"Alright!" Jenny said standing up. "Let's have a contest!" She went into the kitchen and got three large 64 ounce water bottles from the cupboard and filled them up. She took them back into the living room and set one next to each of them. "You two have 30 minutes to drink the entire bottle, whoever wets themselves first loses!" Jenny shot a mischievous at Megan, who returned to her a look of unamusement. Jenny sat back down in her wet spot and started a 30 minute timer on her phone. Katy and Megan both began gulping water at regular intervals over the next half hour. Meanwhile Jenny casually sipped hers, intending to enlarge the wet spot she'd already made at some point during the evening.
After the 30 minutes had elapsed, both Megan and Katy had finished their bottles as required by the contest. 60 minutes in, after several more rounds of the board game, Katy was starting to squirm. Megan, though her bladder was filling up, wasn't quite desperate yet.
"Let's play a different game." Katy said. "Mom, you go pick one."
"That's okay, you can pick the next one." Megan replied.
"But it's your turn, I picked this one." Katy responded.
"How about Jenny pick?" Megan suggested.
"I wouldn't want to mess up the order!" Jenny exclaimed, trying will all her might to conceal the smile that tugged at the edges of her mouth. "You pick." She said back to Megan. There was a short pause.
"Fine." Katy said, jumping to her feet. She quickly cleaned up the game and ran to the closet to pick another one. A moment later she came back with a different box and sat down.
"Don't you have to go yet?" She asked her mom, squirming slightly as she removed the lid to the box.
"A little. Are you going to last?" Megan asked.
Katy looked nervously at the clock, then at Jenny. Jenny suddenly realized she had undermined Megan's punishment for Katy. She made a mental note to apologize to Megan later.
"I think we should check!" Katy said standing back up. "See, I'm still dry!" She added turning around and back again. "Your turn mom!"
"I'm good!" Megan said without moving.
"You mean you're still dry?" Katy asked kneeling down squeezing her legs together.
"Yep!" Megan chirped. Katy paused for a second.
"Jenny, check her!"
"What, you don't trust me!" Megan exclaimed with just a little too much enthusiasm.
"I just want to be sure!" Katy responded.
Jenny got up from her spot and crawled on all fours over to the dim corner where the lower half of Megan's body was. The carpet and her jeans were still damp from earlier, but there was no sign that Megan had peed again during the contest. Jenny admired Megan's cute butt for a moment while she debated ratting her out or not, then she crawled back to her spot.
"Satisfied?" Megan asked before Jenny could speak.
"Fine." Katy said as she finished setting up the game board, cards and pieces. Jenny, meanwhile, started to pee again and accomplished her goal of enlarging her wet spot on the carpet. Katy looked at her with envy for a moment.
30 minutes late, Katy was squirming bad while Megan still showed no signs. Finally Katy jumped and said "Oh my gosh! How are you not desperate right now!" After a moment of dancing in place holding herself, Katy trotted around the game board to check her mom. She gasped loudly.
"Mom!" Katy announced sternly "You peed! It's almost dry, it must have been a while ago! You cheated!"
Megan, now busted, could do nothing more to hide it. She rolled onto her side to reveal the damp patch of carpet underneath her, then she reached out and tickled her daughter until she peed herself (which was pretty quick). Jenny laughed heartily.
"You knew!" Katy exclaimed to Jenny as she stood there soaking her jeans. Jenny nodded as she calmed her laughter. "Does this mean my punishment is over?" Katy asked carefully.
"Yeah, you can wet yourself again." Megan conceded. "But what's the rule you broke?"
"Only at home unless you give me permission." Katy droned.
"Yep. Now let's play!" Megan said, rolling back onto her stomach. Katy returned to her spot and they started the game. Megan emptied her bladder into her jeans and the carpet during her first turn. It turned out to be a lot of urine and made her spot almost as large as Jenny's, until Jenny wet herself again later. They played and wet themselves the rest of the evening. |
With thanks to @Barry for the inspiration, here's hopefully the start of something new. 🙂
Don't ask where I'm going with it, or what's going to feature, because I honestly haven't got a clue, haha! This is just a quick 10 minute into, because my fingers and my brain were getting a bit lethargic after so long away from writing. And please don't panic when you see the mention of a schoolgirl, it's just a bit of background - the story itself is all going to be set in the present day, with Katie at college. No Omo yet, just a bit of scene setting.
Those of you who have given me some other ideas to work on, don't worry I will be having a go at those too, this just appealed to me when I saw it mentioned, and before I knew it I was a thousand words in. 😄
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After a long and tiring day at college, Katie Swanson could not wait to let her hair down - quite literally - and let go of the stress of her week. She didn’t have plans to go wild and party though, oh no, what she was looking forward to most was riding off into the sunset astride her faithful and trusty stead, Spirit.
Katie had not long turned 17, and was currently working her way through the first year of sixth form college, studying hard to earn decent grades in her A-Level exams so that she could have her pick of the best universities and really make a successful career for herself. She knew she had to, she had little choice, her family had very little, and what they did manage to scrape together usually got pissed up the wall. None of them worked, at least not legitimately, so she had no idea where her own commitment and dedication came from, but right from the age of 12 she’s done all she could to earn some money and pay her own way in life. Perhaps the stigma of being labelled a ‘scrounger’ and a ‘benefit kid’ through school had stuck with her and really left it’s mark - she wanted better than that, she knew she was worth more than that, and she was determined to prove it not only to those who looked down their noses at her and her family, but also to herself.
Spirit really was her pride and joy, it had taken her working all through her school holidays since she’d started at high school a little over half a decade ago, but finally towards the end of her last summer term she’d managed to scrape together enough money to buy him, and how her heart had swelled as she’d met him at the livery yard for the first time. She’d melted, her tough exterior crumbling away around her and she’d dissolved into tears of unbridled joy. He was just perfect, everything she wanted in life, and he was hers - nobody else’s, all hers.
Katie’s passion for horses had all started back in her first term at her new school, she was only 11 then, and had been invited to a friends ‘pony party’ at the local riding stables. All of the other girls had arrived with their own helmets, matching jodhpurs and one or two had even arranged for their own ponies to be transported from home - that was when she’d realised just how different her own background was to that of all of there friends, and it had really hurt. She’d been the one in tatty jeans and t-shirt, with no idea how to handle a horse, but she’d fallen in love with everything about riding and quickly proved to have a certain way with the ponies, a confidence which belied her lack of experience and which took both her friends and the stables staff completely by surprise.
At the end of the party, the yard manager had approached her slovenly dad to ask whether he’d consider sending her for riding lessons, because they were so impressed by her natural talent and thought that with a little nurturing she could develop into a truly skilful handle and rider. Of course, he’d done nothing but laugh in the kiddy gentleman’s face, and that’s before he’d heard what the cost would be! Katie was heartbroken, but this reaction only steeled her resolve, making her more determined than ever to achieve her goal and make her dreams come true. Unbeknownst to her dad, Katie had visited the stables again after school later on that week, and had pleaded with the manager to be allowed to help out. She had no means of payment, and she made that quite clear, but she could do anything that they’d let her if it meant that she got to spend some time with the horses.
Over the years, Katie had spent every spare waking moment at the yard - working in the stables when the manager would let her, and riding and spending time with the horses the rest of the time. Her natural horsemanship skill continued to shine through, and as she became more confident her ability grew and grew, until she could handle even the biggest and most stubborn stallions liveried there with ease, putting even the full time staff to shame at times with how easily the animals obeyed her. She’s saved every penny that she earned, not treating herself to so much as a packet of sweets or a magazine through the entire five years until eventually she’d accumulated enough to buy a handsome black colt of her very own, a 4 year old standing at a little over 14 hands, and her one true love in life, her Spirit.
Even now the intensity of her studies had increased considerably, Katie made sure to find time to visit the yard every single day, without fail. Often she’d be there at the crack of dawn, mucking out and helping in the tack room, conscious that whilst she’d reached her target, horses cost a lot of money in stabling, food and vet bills, so she had to keep earning if she was going to be able to support Spirit. Then, like today, as soon as she finished at college she’d shoot home, change her clothes and then walk the 2 miles back to the stables to exercise him, and often one or more of the other horses if their owners weren’t able to get there that day - that’s the way the livery worked, everybody looked out for each other, and it’s the main reason Katie felt so happy and comfortable there.
Having dropped her college bag on the hallway floor, she called a hurried “Hello” through to her family, who she knew would be sat in the lounge working their way through the days supply of cheap and cheerless supermarket beer, barely even noticing whether she was home or not, before heading up the stairs for a quick shower and to change into her riding gear, only finally feeling free and at ease once she’d walked back out of the door and set off on her cross-country route to meet her best friend in the whole world.
Singing contentedly to herself, she’d skipped across fields and clambered over styles, pleased to see that she’d achieved a record time as she walked through the gate to the yard, making sure of course to close it firmly behind her, and smiling widely at the thought of an extra half hour of freedom. Letting herself into the stable block, Katie rounded the corner into Spirit’s stall, and her eyes fell upon the most stunning boy she’d ever seen, a shock of hair as black as the horse he was grooming and a rugged, weathered look lit up by a ruddy complexion and a dancing smile which took her breath away. Wow.
“Hey, I’m Jethro, but everybody calls me Jet.”
“M..Em…Oh, Hhhhhiya, I’m K..k…Katie.” She stammered, tripping over her words in the rush to greet him, butterflies fluttering in her stomach, which seemed to be doing summersaults. Was this what love at first sight felt like, she wondered? The only time she'd ever felt anything like this was when she'd first set eyes on Spirit, and she knew that had been true love, but this was different, more intense. Wow. |
Regaining her composure a little, and realising that he must look like a gibbering imbecile to this handsome young stranger, Katie looked him straight in the eye confidently and managed to utter the first coherent sentence since she’d arrived at the yard.
“Sorry, couldn’t quite get my words out then! I’ve not seen you around here before, Jet, do you have a horse stabled here?”
“Haha, yeah I often have that effect.” Jet tipped her a cheeky wink, and then burst out laughing. In truth, he wasn’t half as cocky and confident as he tried to come across, but it was a great way of hiding his own apprehension and nerves when speaking to a, frankly, startlingly beautiful girl. “No, I’m just lending a hand to earn myself a few quid whilst we’re in town, that’s all. Is this handsome chap yours then?”
Jet’s forthright approach had broken the ice, and both immediately felt more at ease in each other’s company, finding it far easier to chat openly and get to know each other a little better. Katie quickly explained about Spirit, how very important he was to her and also how he’d come to be in her life. She swelled with pride as she recounted the struggles she’d been through to get him, and also the joy he’s brought to her.
In return, Jet talked a little about his own background in the traveller community, how they never stayed in one place for very long - either being moved along by the authorities, or needing to find a new ‘patch’ to earn a living. Most of the older men in his group worked in the manual trades, things like building, carpentry and landscaping, but he’d always been one for the animals and as well as taking care of their own pets and livestock he’d tried to find work helping at stables or on farms whenever he was able to. As was typical amongst his people, despite only being a year older than Katie was he’d been out of education probably since she’d started high school, and had worked throughout most of his adolescence, meaning he’d built quite a respectable skillset, something that was evident from his handling of Spirit.
“Usually he won’t let anybody but me groom him, you know. You really have got a way with them, haven’t you?”
Gazing at the colt affectionately as he worked his rough mane, Jet nodded slowly and then turned to look at Katie. “I’ve always found a stronger connection with the horses than the people, I guess that makes me sound pretty crazy to you, doesn’t it? No doubt you’ve got lots of friends, but to me I prefer to spend time with the beasts, they ‘get’ me in a way that no person ever has, and I think I ‘get’ them too”
She had no idea what made her do it - she’d never craved the affection of another person herself either, nor had she felt affection beyond the platonic, familial love that she almost felt obliged to feel, but something inside Katie made her reach out her hand and place it gently atop Jet’s, following his motion as he combed through the horses long, coarse hair.
She murmured softly, gently “Oh Jet, I get it, believe me I do. You could have been describing me then, those could have been my words.”
Taking his hand in hers, she pulled it towards her, causing him to drop the brush he was using and look straight into her piercing blue eyes, startled b this sudden physical intimacy which was so alien to him. So alien to both of them.
“Katie, are you in there?” A shrill, piercing voice called out through the stable block from behind them. “I thought I saw you crossing the yard earlier, have you got a moment?”
The moment shattered, the spell broken, and both Katie and Jet jolted from their reverie, startled by the unexpected interruption. It was Nancy, the tack room supervisor, who bustled her way through to the stall where she found a pair of slightly shell-shocked young people, both seemingly unsure where they where or what had just happened.
“Ah, I see you’ve met Jet then? As he may have told you, he’s going to be helping out around the yard for a few weeks, mostly things like the mucking out and hosing down, which will free you up a bit, won’t it?”
Katie nodded, still struggling to bring herself back down to earth and to give Nancy her full attention.
“Excellent! Well, I remember you mentioning that you’ve got a week off from college next week, yes? How do you fancy looking after the tack for a few days whilst I travel over to Ireland to meet a new breeder who’s hoping to stable some of his stock here whilst they’re in training?”
Katie’s eyes widened with shock. She’d been helping out at the yard for over 5 years now, and had spent plenty of time in the tack room cleaning and repairing equipment, but never had she been trusted to take care of things on her own. This was a dream come true for her, a real step up the pecking order, and she realised just how much faith and trust Nancy and the rest of the team must have in her if they were prepared to give her this opportunity. For a moment, she just stood opened mouthed as she took in what she’d just heard.
“Oh Nancy, I’d absolutely love to! But, do you really think I’m up to running things on my own? I mean, I know what I’m doing and everything, but it’s such a big responsibility. I’d hate to make a mess of things.”
The older lady nodded reassuringly, and then quite uncharacteristically she gave Katie a small smile. This probably shocked Katie even more than meeting Jet, even more than being asked to take charge, she had NEVER known Nancy to smile before. Not that she wasn’t a pleasant lady, but she was quite old fashioned and tended to show her appreciation in other ways, open affection just didn’t sit right with her, but the smile was warm and welcoming.
“I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t think you were capable young lady, but if you don’t feel up to the task I can bring somebody else in.”
“N…no, no, honestly Nancy, I’ll be absolutely fine. And if Jet here is going to be around, I’m sure he won’t mind lending a hand. Thank you, thank you so very much. Wow, what an incredibly opportunity, I really don’t know what to say.”
Her normal demeanour returning, although feeling an intense pride that her young prodigy was so keen to step up to the plate, Nancy nodded curtly before turning to leave, asking Katie to pop in and see her in the office after her ride so that she could take her through what needed to be done, and also provide her with keys to the yard. Then, with a jerk of the hand, she indicated that Jet should follow her as there was work to be done, and she wasn’t paying him to stand around chatting up the ladies all day. He blushed, but nothing like as deeply as Katie did, both agreeing that as tomorrow was Saturday they’d have more time to chat then, and arranging to meet early in the morning.
“Over a coffee?” Katie suggested.
“Over a pile of manure, more likely!” Jet giggled.
As Katie led Spirit out across the yard and saddled him up, she’d honestly never felt happier, her mind spinning with thoughts of her responsibility next week, and the mysterious Jet she she’d only known for less than an hour, but who had made her feel like she had never felt before. It was an odd feeling, she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew that she liked it. |
The pair made rapid, steady progress to begin with, although after no more than a couple of miles Katie could feel Spirit beginning to labour beneath her, slowing the pace right down and clearly struggling through exhaustion. It had taken them over an hour to read the river, and that was when Spirit was fully fit and raring to go. Now he was tiring, Katie was worried that if she pushed him to hard then he may injure himself, which wasn’t fair to the animal, nor could she afford any more costly vets bills just now, a recent infection having necessitated two separate call-outs, and all but eradicating what had been left of her savings.
No, the only answer was to take things slowly, give him a chance to regain his energy, even if that meant it took them twice as long to get back. Oh, how she wished she’d picked up her mobile phone - the signal was patchy out here at best, but it may have helped her get a message back to the yard to explain where she was, and if necessary to make arrangements to meet Nancy the following day instead, rather than keeping her hanging around all night. Not only that, Katie thought ruefully, but how she also wished she’d nipped to the loo before heading out for this little jaunt. Usually she did exactly that, but meeting Jet had distracted her today, and then the curveball that Nancy had thrown at her had taken her mind of the normal routine completely!
If she was completely honest with herself, the rhythmic motion of Sprit’s gentle trot really wasn’t doing a great deal to help Katie’s growing, pressing need to relieve herself, so she pulled him up again and slid from the saddle once more, reasoning that the walk would be easier for him without her added weight to carry. Leading him along also meant that she could take a moment to adjust herself, and - thankful that nobody was out here to bear witness - even give a little bit of a jig, what you may call a ‘potty dance’ in a young child. Oh how she blushed as she did this…she was 17 years old for heaven’s sake, clearly capable of using a toilet when she needed to, and supposedly well past the stage of having to dance around in public because she needed a wee!
They trudged on, dusk descending over the open countryside, and a cool chill blowing in on the wind, which didn’t help Katie’s predicament, although it did serve to help cool Spirit down from his earlier exertion, to the point that she could feel him beginning to pull at the reins as they walked, clearly feeling able to pick up the pace again. Her own legs aching from the long walk, and not entirely trusting herself to jog with such throbbingly full bladder, Katie gave in and mounted the horse once more, feeling a jolt and a twinge inside her as she swung her leg over his saddle, and clamping her legs tightly against his sides instinctively. Still a little agitated, Spirit’s temperament wasn’t quite what it usually was, and the shock and discomfort from his riders squeeze caused him to start, surging forward unexpectedly and nearly dismounting poor Katie, who was fighting hard both to stay astride the saddle and also to prevent herself losing control of her bladder, which hadn’t liked the unexpected movement at all.
With one hand now thrust into the crotch of her dusky pink jodhpurs, and the other looped through the rein and patting the side of Spirit’s neck as she attempted to comfort and soothe him, Katie almost chucked at the comical sight they must make. But no, she stifled herself, aware that chuckling probably wasn’t a very good idea right now either. Oh what a pickle she’d got herself into, and she was starting to become very concerned that she wasn’t going to make it back to the yard in time, both before Nancy left for the evening and, more worryingly, before she had a spectacularly humiliating accident. No, no, that couldn’t possibly happen, she hadn’t wet her pants since she was about 7. Now she’s an adult, a college student, and big girls like her didn’t have to worry about wetting themselves, it just wasn’t something they did.
Then a truly horrendous thought struck her…Jet!! Oh no, what if…well, what if it all did go horribly wrong and she didn’t get back to the stables before it was too late. And, what if Jet was still there? That, well that didn’t even bear thinking about. How would he ever live it down? She’d barely even met him, never mind gotten to know him, what if that was his first real impression of her? She’d so wanted to get to know him better, and hoped that maybe he’d want to spend some time with her too, but she doubted that very much if all he saw was a stupid little kid who pissed her pants. Fuck, no, she couldn’t let this happen.
Realising too that failure really wasn’t an option, because apart from the potentially devastating effects on her reputation at the yard, and what her..cr…well, what Jet may think and say, she also had to make her own way home, and traipsing through the streets in wet pants didn’t appeal to her in the slighted, to say nothing of what her family would say if they found out. No, her determination steeled and her hand pushed ever tighter between her legs, she ploughed on, hoping against hope that she could do enough. Please, please. |
Apologies for the later than anticipated update folks, I had an impromptu meeting with my good friend Mr J Daniels last night, and didn't think it was a good idea trying to write anything coherent after that! 🤣
Rounding a familiar corner, Katie was filled with immense relief as she caught sight of the livery yard in the distance. It as still a good 15 minute ride away, but having her goal within her grasp helped to lift her spirits, and without really thinking about what she was doing, she leant forward and pushed Spirit into a rapid canter. Needing both hands to steady her ride, she released the vice like grip on the crotch of her jodhpurs and took the rein firmly - falling off now would spell disaster, not just an embarrassing kick to her riding confident, but near certain wet pants too!
Certain that she was home and dry - quite literally - young Katie began to relax and enjoy what was left of her little jaunt, the evening had cooled but was still light and pleasant, a gentle breeze throwing her loose hair out behind her like a mane and the sound of the birds and wildlife around her was comforting and tranquil. Despite the dull ache in her stomach which occasionally reminded her of its presence with an uncomfortably sharp pain, this was what Katie loved most about riding, the freedom it gave her from the stresses of everyday life.
Poor Katie lost herself in the moment a little too deeply, however, and was shaken from her reverie with a jolt by a loud, shrill and piercing siren which rang out across the open fields and which, in turn, spooked Spirit and caused him to rear up on his hind legs, almost throwing Katie to the ground in his fright. The crow sounder! How had she forgotten about that? Of course, she was usually back at the yard long before this hour, with Spirit safely stabled and settled down for the evening, so it wasn’t something she had to give much thought to, but now she remembered that it wounded every 15 minutes during dusk and twilight hours, keeping the swarms of crows, starlings and pigeons from roosting in the farmers fields and eating the crop.
In a fleeting moment, Katie thought how glad she was that she was atop Spirit when it happened, as it was so much easier to comfort and control him from there, and had he bolted whilst she was leading him on foot the chances are he’s have made off from her, with little chance of catching him before he caused himself a serious injury. It was also then that she realised, had it happened barely 5 minutes earlier, she’d been holding on only loosely with one hand, which wouldn’t have been nearly enough to steady her and keep her seated. What a stroke of luck, she’d survived unscathed, and Spirit had soon settled back into a steady trot. She knew that they had at least 10 minutes now to get back to safety before having to worry again, and the yard gate couldn’t be more than 5 minutes distant, so they were in the clear.
Suddenly sickening pain passed through her body, and she remembered exactly why it was that she’d not been paying attention - she needed to pee, and badly! So very, very badly. The pain this time was so intense that she thought she was going to lose control and have an accident right there and then, she was the closest she’d been to soaking her pants in at least 10 years and she cried out in despair, clamping her legs as tightly together as she could manage and thrusting both hands between them, desperate not to wet herself. Her body shuck with the effort, but somehow, by some miracle, she managed to stay in control. Breathing deeply, almost panting through the exertion, she returned her hands to the bridle. She noticed a dampness, no perhaps even a wetness to them, but didn’t dare to look down - hoping against any real hope that it was sweat and moisture from the saddle rather than a sign that she had lost control of herself in the most humiliating way possible.
Riding through the gate to the yard, tears streaming down her cheeks in a combination of distress and relief, she spotted a lone figure ahead of her, silhouetted against the wall of the tack room. Nancy, it must be Nancy, thank God! Leaping from the horses back whilst he continue to walk, and knowing she didn’t have even a second to spare if she was going to get out of this with even a shred of dignity intact, Katie shouted loudly, her voice echoing across the deserted yard.
“Nancy! Please, please take Spirit. I need to go, RIGHT NOW!”
Running forward, with the rein held out in front of her and her other hand once more squeezing at her crotch for all she was worth, the only thing standing between her and abject mortification, Katie realised in a moment of horror that the shadowy figure wasn’t Nancy at all, it was Jet! Oh no, no, this couldn’t be happened. He couldn’t see her like this, he just couldn’t. But he had, there was nothing she could do to change that now, and, she reasoned internally, it was far better than him seeing her standing there having wet herself like a little baby, which was exactly what was about to happen if she didn’t get to a toilet.
Blushing profusely, she thrust the rein into his hand, turned and fled in the direction of the tack room door, praying that it would still be unlocked and that the bathroom would be vacant. It was her only hope. |
Overwhelming relief flooded through Katie, complete unbridled joy; emotions which she simply couldn’t reconcile herself with given she’d just completely wet her pants, in public, at 17 years old! But there it was, and it took her mind a few moments to focus enough and truly take in what her eyes were seeing.
Somehow, and she really didn’t care how right at that moment, she could see that her jodhpurs appeared, from the outside at least, to be completely dry! Was it a miracle? Magic? No, no, she didn’t believe in either of those things. Had she imagined having an accident after all, her mind playing some kind of sick and twisted joke on her? It couldn’t be that, for she could quite clearly see her soaked underpants, displaying her shame for all to see. So, wha? And how? Running a hand tentatively through the pink fabric, she was astounded to find that despite appearing to be completely dry and unblemished from the outside, the inner layer was completely saturated! Well, ok, perhaps not astounded as she of course knew that she’d practically emptied her entire bulging bladder in these very pants not 5 minutes earlier, but certainly bemused…how could the outside be dry and give away no indication of her embarrassing predicament, whilst the inside was quite literally dripping?
Deciding that now really wasn’t the time to investigate further, and happy to grab this stroke of good fortune with both hands and run with it, Katie hastily dried herself off as best she could, and then, armed with a mountain of paper towels from the dispenser, she began frantically blotting at the inside of her jodhpurs, fearful that her privacy could be interrupted at any moment and unable to think of any remotely plausible explanation for being found in this position. Despite her relief at the miracle which had befallen her, Katie couldn’t help worrying that it would only be a matter of time before the moisture wicked through the fabric and showed itself as a horribly embarrassing stain for all to see, so she had to dry as much of the wetness as she could before venturing out of the bathroom to face Jet, and probably Nancy too.
It was as she vigorously ran the paper along the seam which ran up the back of the trousers that Katie’s eye fell upon the care label, and beside that a small tag bearing the word ‘Teflon’. With a dawning realisation, all suddenly became much clearer in her mind, -she’d deliberately chosen to pay the extra for these jodhpurs precisely because they were coated with Teflon, a protective layer designed to prevent rain and dirt from penetrating the fabric and reaching her skin, a kind of advanced waterproofing which didn’t add any weight or bulk to the material, but helped to repel at least most of any wetness.
The protective coating had served her well during many rain-soaked rides across the moors, when ordinary cotton would have quickly become saturated, leading her to become cold and suffer from the most uncomfortable chaffing, something she’d experienced far too many times growing up and learning her craft. But never for a moment had she considered the potential benefit that such fabric could have when it came to preventing wetness from the inside making it’s presence known. Of course she hadn’t, why would she? It’s not like she had ever wet herself before, not since she was a little kid at any rate, and it’s just not something that your average teenage girl would even contemplate when choosing new clothes.
Casting her mind back, Katie remembered vaguely the last time she’d suffered such an accident herself, she’d been probably 7 or 8 at the time and it had happened at school. No Teflon had come to her rescue then, however, and she’d been left wet and weeping in her place in class - the wet stain obvious for all to see. Oh what she wouldn’t have given for her skirt to have been protected the same way that it seemed her jodhpurs were now, how much shame and humiliation that would have helped her to avoid.
These wistful thoughts also triggered another memory, more recent but even less distinct than the first, but something whilst made the whole Teflon thing click into place and confirmed her growing understanding of what had happened. She’d been in her early teens, so probably only 3 or 4 years ago, and was travelling on a coach back to her school after a day trip to see some boring historical monument or other, in honesty she’d paid so little attention that she probably wouldn’t have remembered the next day, never mind 4 years later! She vaguely recalled one of the boys making quite a song and dance about the fact that he really needed to use the toilet, even blaming the teacher for the fact he was about to have an accident. He had soon lost his teenage attitude, however, sitting in silence for the last half hour of the journey with stray tears rolling down his cheeks, much to the amusement of his friends who were certain he’d wet himself and couldn’t wait to laugh when he stood up to get off the bus. Amazingly, however, when the bus pulled up outside their school and the boy disembarked, there had been no sign of wetness anywhere on his grey school trousers, disappointing those who had hoped to poke fun at him for being the boy who wet his pants in high school. He hadn’t bolted for the toilet when disembarking, either, which had made little sense given how vocally desperate he’d been, but at the time Katie had paid little more attention, after all boys bathroom habits didn’t interest her in the slightest! Now, now it all made sense. Their school uniforms had all been coated with Teflon, she remembered the same tags that she could now see in her jodhpurs had always featured on her skirts and pinafores, so no doubt the same was true of the boys trousers too. It all made sense, and it made her wonder just how many such accidents this wonder fabric had helped to hide over the years, for kids and adults alike.
But then, before she could dwell on this thought any further, a loud rasping knock at the bathroom door jolted Katie back to the present day with a start. |
Ok so hands up, I've rather "overindulged" whilst writing this, partly in the hope that it would help me get my mind into the right place, but it may mean that what I've written makes no sense at all. That being the case, it may disappear again tomorrow for a redraft, but on the other hand it could turn out to be a work of literary genius. We shall see.
“J…jus…just a minute. I’ll be out in a sec.” Katie called, hurriedly pulling her soggy undies and jodhpurs back up, wincing as the saturated fabric found its place and quickly glancing down to triple check that the outside of her pants didn’t show any trace of her shame. Satisfied as she could be given the horrible circumstances she found herself in, the young girl splashed her face to wash away the tears - never mind seeing her have an accident, nobody at the yard had ever seen her cry before as far as she could remember, and her strong and unshakable image was something she was keen to keep hold of for it had served her well.
“Katie is everything ok?” Jet’s deep, rasping voice came through the door, tinged with genuine concern for her wellbeing. She’d seemed genuinely distressed out on the yard, and he was worried that she’d had a fall or some other terrible accident whilst out for her ride.
Turning to flush the barely used toilet, and setting her face with an expression she hoped hid her upset and conveyed the independence she was so known for, Katie stepped forward and grabbed hold of the door handle, throwing it open purposefully and striding out to greet Jet and thank him for taking care of Spirit. She hoped she could brazen this out, but it would mean thinking on her feet for she had no plan or idea how the young man would react, what he had noticed or even really what he was like.
“Jet, hey, thanks for grabbing Spirit for me back there, I just needed to…y’know…well, um…” She started out well, headstrong as ever, but Katie found herself faltering as her eyes met Jet’s and saw the deep concern and compassion within them. She wasn’t used to people giving a shit about her, nobody ever did, she’d always been one to look out for herself and take care of whatever she came up against. Now the look Jet was giving her swept her legs out from under her, left her completely disarmed, stuttering and stumbling over her words, her resolve broken and she found herself blinking back yet more tears. Who was this man who could do this to her?
Seeing that she was struggling and wanting her to know that everything was going to be ok, Jet stepped forward and reached an arm around the young girls shoulders, drawing her into a warm and friendly embrace. He was conscious of not overstepping the mark, respecting her space and the fact that he was a relative stranger, but at the same time feeling compelled to comfort her in her time of need. Initially he was met with resistance, a tenseness and strength which belied her slight frame, but almost as soon as he took hold of her he felt the tension ebb away and she melted lightly into him, sighing deeply, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders.
“Katie, whatever it is that’s gotten you so worked up really isn’t worth all of that upset. It really doesn’t matter. There’s no need to say anything, just calm yourself down. We can talk later, or never at all, that’s up to you. So long as you’re not hurt?”
Jet’s words soothed over Katie, and she soon felt the last of her fight leaving her.
“Well, thanks Jet.” She murmured, Blushing at their closeness and sure that he will feel and likely smell her accident even if by her great fortune he couldn’t see the evidence of it. She may have been wrong footed by his caring nature, may have let her guard down a little more than she ever had before, but she was still feeling utterly humiliated by what had happened to her tonight, mortified beyond belief that it had happened in front of this handsome young stranger and distraught at the idea of him or anybody else finding out. “I…well, is Spirit Ok? Is Nancy still here? I, kinda, lost track of time out there, but I really needed to see her before she went.”
Smiling at the independence shining through Katie, Jet hurriedly reassured her that Spirit was absolutely fine, bedded down in his stable with his tack hanging up ready for her and that Nancy had to shoot off, but would call her the next day to talk through everything . She’d left a set of keys with Jet for her, which he fished out of his pocket and held out for her to take, and hadn’t seemed annoyed, more amused at how often Katie lost herself in the ride completely, as although this could be inconvenient and frustrating at times it showed just how committed to Spirit and to her craft the girl had become.
Thanking Jet again, Katie hurriedly made her excuses that she needed to hurry through her jobs and get home before shuffling self-consciously from the room, leaving a bewildered Jet in her wake who was trying to get his head around the whirlwind of emotions he’d just witnesses in Katie and experienced himself.
“I’ll tidy up down here and then bring the keys over to you.” He called after her, spotting the bunch she’d just taken from him on the bench where she’d been stood, secretly glad for a chance to say a proper goodbye. “Give me 5 minutes, ok?”. As she walked away, Jet looked the retreating figure up and down, his eyes playing tricks on him or so he thought. |
As she walked away across the yard toward the stable block, Katie’s mind was in turmoil, with so many conflicting emotions trying to fight their way to the surface and vying for her attention. Everything that had just happened with Jet was clouding her thoughts, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that she was crossing the yard almost bow-legged as a result of her accident, starting to shiver as the wetness took a hold and absolutely mortified that she’d disgraced herself so completely for the firs time in at least a decade. Right now, as much as she wanted to be with Jet, to explore the emotions she was feeling and to get to know him so much better, intimately perhaps, at the same time she wanted to be as far away from him as humanely possible. She just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry herself to sleep, to forget the horror of what had just happened, she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. Despite her tough exterior, as she hobbled across the yard, poor Katie couldn’t stop the steady stream of silent tears from cascading down her cheeks,.
Jet was besotted, absolutely smitten by this young beauty who had unexpected ridden into his life and he practically danced around the tack room as he finished tidying up, hanging Lucy’s saddle and reins in their place and mopping the tiled floor with a spring in his step which he’d never felt before. When he’d first approached the livery manager that afternoon asking for a few shifts to help support himself whilst they were in town, never in a million years did he expect anything like this to happen. He’d never believed in love at first sight, hell he wasn’t really sure he believed in love at all, perhaps because they were so nomadic that he’d never been settled anywhere long enough to build strong bonds with anybody before. He just ambled through life, more at one with the animals and nature than other people who often seemed so self-absorbed and destructive, so unlike Katie.
Something troubled him, however, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, try as he might. Katie was clearly so headstrong, so independent, and that’s perhaps why he felt such kinship with her. He could tell that, like him, she made her own way in life, followed her own rules and had an ingrained determination to succeed, perhaps similarly to him because their circumstances had forced them to develop such a resilience if they were ever going to get anywhere in life. All of this was at odds, however, with the vulnerability he had sensed after she’d come out of the bathroom. It was as though her resolve had crumbled, she’d almost regressed into a much younger, less fiercely independent version of herself, and he couldn’t quite understand what had caused it. Clearly when she’d ridden back into the yard she was in quite some distress, that was evident from her voice and the way she had bolted as soon as he’d taken Spirit’s reins from her, and he’d been fearful that she’d perhaps taken a bad fall or otherwise hurt herself, although having seen her afterwards that didn’t seem to fit, she’d looked very uncomfortable but not badly injured. Perhaps it was just that she’d desperately needed to use the toilet? He wasn’t sure though - surely being a rider, and outdoors type like him, she could have taken care of that whilst out on the moors? Yes it would be a little more tricky for a girl, but plenty of the traveller women managed it without issue. Besides, even if she wasn’t comfortable being quite so ‘at one’ with nature, it’s not that she was a young child, a need to pee couldn’t possibly have caused her such distress, could it? Hurrying to lock up the tack room, he quickly followed the path Katie had so recently trodden, seeking out the faint glow of the stable block lights, hoping to continue their moment of intimacy and perhaps find answers to his many questions, and at the very least to firm up their plans to meet again tomorrow. Besides, he couldn’t leave without saying goodbye, he had the yard keys in his pocket!
Taking sanctuary in Spirit’s stable stall, Katie patted and comforted him before crumpling into a heap against the wooden divider, broken and distraught.
“Oh Spirit, how on earth do I get out of this God awful mess? Why did I have to wet my pants like a preschooler in front of the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met? How can I go home and face my folks like this? Why doesn’t anything ever go right for me? Why, why why?”
Wild, wintery winds were now howling across the livery yard, channelled through the valley, it sounded like a storm was brewing and Katie knew she had a long, soggy, uncomfortable walk home ahead of her. Beginning to regain some composure, and realising that the longer she stayed the worst her journey home would likely be, the girl pulled herself up and dusted herself down, cringing as the cold wet fabric of her jodhpurs was pushed up against her skin, reminding her once more of her humiliating situation.
As she reached across to turn out the stable light before bolting the door closed, she spotted Jet leaning against the outside of the stall, a nervous, worried expression etched across his rugged feature. How long had he been there? Had he heard what she’d said? Please no! Please… |
Freebie I wrote for "throwaway3.10" on FA. Yes I write custom stories. My main furry profile, where I may write non-omorashi stuff is AlexCubed on SoFurry.
Robin packed her cooler and bag into the back of her pickup truck, a Ford F450. She tapped her pockets. Phone? Check. Keys? Check. The brown coyote went up front and climbed into the truck. She was a somewhat, lean, tomboy who drove big trucks and wore mens swim trunks. Today she was headed to the beach to meet her friend, so she wore black swim trunks and a green bikini top. She sipped a bit of water from her bottle and pulled out of the driveway, ready for a day at the beach. It was a warm sunny day and she wasn’t going to miss it.
She clicked on the radio and dialed through the stations. Bzzt… “And then she said”... Bzzt… “Traffic on highway fou-”... Bzzt… “si quieres un mal momento”... Bzzt. She clicked through until she found some music to listen to. The beach wasn’t that far, just a short trip on the highway headed East which conveniently connected straight to the coastal road. She took another sip of water, it was a hot day. Getting in the water would feel amazing for sure. Thinking of water, she felt a twinge down below, she had a small urge to go but it could wait, the beach wasn’t too far and she had just pulled onto Highway Forty.
Twenty minutes into her drive traffic was slowing, it wasn’t too unusual during the week living in a highly populated area and all. She brought her bottle to her lips, tilting it back far. It was running low, the heat of today making her thirsty. She finished the last few swigs and placed it back in the cup holder. She noticed all the cars in front of her were braking, and she slowed to a snail's pace. ‘What was going on? Traffic usually isn’t this bad.’ Soon though, all the cars stopped and she was stuck in traffic. Without the distraction of driving her bladder came back to attention, sending a stronger signal, telling her it was filling up. ‘Ugh, of course I have to pee when there’s standstill traffic.’
Another twenty minutes had passed and while traffic on the road wasn’t moving, all the water she drank was moving it’s way through her body. She put a hand on her thigh and gave it a quick squeeze, not worried, just annoyed. She left her hand there as she grabbed her phone from her pocket. She opened the local news and read the latest section, “Car accident on Highway Forty, traffic backed up for miles.” Well, there was the reason for her predicament. The hand resting on her thigh slid into her crotch, giving gentle pressure. As she feels momentary relief she also sees traffic starting to move. She takes her foot off the brake and continues her drive, slowly making her way down the highway.
It’s not long until she passes by the accident, an entire freight truck on its side blocking two lanes. One she passes by it traffic spreads out to all lanes speeding things up significantly. She speeds up going ten over the posted speed limit. She keeps a paw near her crotch, giving it an occasional rub to relieve the pressure, it was getting worse. With traffic cleared it’s not long until she makes it to her turn onto the coastal road. She deliberates making a stop at the corner store to relieve herself but it’s only ten more minutes to the beach. She miscalculated however that the coastal road was of course, right up against the water. She tried not to look but it was hard to miss the waves splashing along the coast. She had to grip herself tightly, ‘Not too much longer, hold on.’
Robin pulls into the parking lot, scanning for a free spot to park. One hand pressed deeply between her legs. Her left leg was tapping impatiently as she waited for someone to back out of a spot. “Come on, come on,'' she muttered, willing them to go faster. She pulled into the spot the moment the car was clear and undid her seatbelt. No longer driving she was able to squeeze her legs together tightly and hold with both hands. She looked around for the restroom sign, ready to run the moment she stepped out of the car. She spotted the sign and prepared herself for the run.
She opened the door and stepped out from her large truck, her feet hitting the ground with a thud. Psss. She clamped her hands on her crotch, feeling a wet spot. She had just leaked. Her plan immediately left her mind, she wasn’t going to make it. The coyote took a quick look around, she didn’t see anyone. What hard would wetting her swim trunks really do? She would just get into the ocean in a minute. The thought of the ocean made up her mind.
She let go of her crotch and stood up, parting her legs slightly. Immediately she could feel the crotch of her black swim trunks get warm and wet with her pee. She sighed with relief as the pee ran down her fur, over her paws, into the sand creating a large dark spot. She could feel her bladder start to deflate, the river still flowing down her legs a minute later. She leaned against her car, the immense feeling wearing her out. Her stream began to taper, so she push hard to get the last bits out, to be completely empty.
Once she finished, she ran a hand down her stomach and over her soaked crotch. “Fuck that felt good.” She wiped her hand off, and took a few moments to compose herself. She went to the back of her pickup, grabbed her cooler and bag, holding them in front of her as she made her way to the beach. Robin felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, probably her friend wondering what was taking so long. But her friend wasn’t on the beach yet, they were in their car parked just across from Robin. They had watched Robin pee her swim trunks, now filled with a confused feeling deep in their core.
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Luna & The Voice - Part 1
Luna had just gotten home from the grocery store. She had bought some new products for her bathroom. A bar of soap for washing herself in the shower or bath and some body spray to make her smell nice. She had also bought some groceries for her new apartment. It wasn't much but it was something.
Locking the door behind her after getting all the groceries into her apartment. Luna was especially excited to try the new bar of soap and body spray. It was a brand new product she had never seen before in the store. She couldn't quite read the words on the box for the bar of soap. It seemed to be in another language that she did not know.
The box had a picture of a white bar of soap that seemed to be surrounded by a yellow glow. The box for the body spray was the same, she couldn't read the words. But it had a picture of a pink body spray surrounded by a yellow glow as well.
Luna put the groceries away and set the bar of soap and body spray on the counter in the bathroom. She went into her bedroom and gathered some clothes to wear after showering. Then she went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. Luna got undressed and turned the water on. She waited for it to warm up and took the bar of soap out of the box.
Carrying the bar of soap she walked into the shower and closed the glass door behind her. She had a standalone shower. It did not have a tub. Luna stood underneath the water allowing it to wet her hair and body. She has long black hair and purple eyes. She is skinny but not too skinny. Just the right amount.
Luna began to lather her upper body with the new bar of soap. She then started to lather the lower half of her body. The crotch, thighs, butt, legs, and finally feet. Luna set the bar of soap down on a soap holder in the shower. The soap had a really nice fragrance.
She couldn't quite figure out what scent it was though. Luna rinsed off her body and began to shampoo her hair. That is when she felt something strange in her body. Particularly the lower half and bladder area. Luna felt an urge to pee.
Which was strange because she hadn't had anything to drink before going in the shower. She had also used the bathroom before leaving the grocery store. Luna ignored it, figuring she could hold it. She continued with her hair. As she was cleaning her hair.
The urge to pee increased to the point where Luna had to bring her thighs together to help hold it. She finished her hair and stayed in the shower. Allowing the water to hit her. Luna liked to stay in the shower a bit longer after she was done. It was the only time she felt she could be relaxed and not anxious.
Luna's urge to pee doubled suddenly. It felt like a faucet was being turned on in her bladder. She could feel it filling up rapidly. Luna felt some pee making its way to her urethra, right to the tip of it. She started panicking.
Luna had one rule and that rule was to never pee in the shower. She didn't like dirtying up a place where she felt clean. Which is why she had never ever peed in the shower. She could feel her urethra quivering, as she struggled to hold back the pee. Luna tried to open the glass doors to the shower.
But they were jammed. Then it happened. A spurt of pee escaped and went onto the floor of the shower. Luna gasped in surprise and tried to move her arms to hold herself between the legs. But it was almost as if she was paralyzed.
Her arms would not obey her. Another spurt escaped and another. It felt so good, the pee leaking out of her that she let out a moan. Then a blush crept up to her face. She didn't know what came over her.
It was like her body had a mind of its own. She still couldn't move her arms. It was as if some unknown force was controlling her whole body. Luna felt her thighs separated from each other as her legs moved on their own, spreading her legs open wide. All she could hear was the sound of the running water, which made her more desperate.
Luna felt more pee making its way to her urethra. She struggled to close her legs, but it was to no avail. A long spurt escaped this time. It was like a water gun when you pull the trigger. Then another escaped.
Suddenly Luna's legs went into a squatting position. Which only made the urine leak out more. "You aren't going to win. I will not pee myself in this shower." Luna said out loud.
She felt strength returning back to her arms and she tried again to move them. This time she was able to move her arms and hold herself between the legs. Pressing a finger against her urethra.
Luna still couldn't move her legs. She was stuck in the squatting position. She felt urine traveling toward her urethra again. Luna clamped her urethra muscles shut. Unexpectedly she heard a voice, it wasn't her own.
It said "Wouldn't it be nice to let out just a little bit? Just a teeny tiny bit? To relieve the pressure?"
Luna looked around with her head but couldn't see anybody. The voice was so convincing. That she felt herself relax. It felt like tiny fingers were prying open her urethra entrance. "I guess I'll let out a little bit. It couldn't hurt." Luna said in a dazed voice.
She felt like she was under a spell. Luna felt her bladder push down a bit and some urine escaped. It pushed down once more and more escaped. Luna felt her bladder push down a third time and felt herself peeing a thin tiny stream. She felt relief and almost didn't want to stop.
But then she snapped out of her daze and realized what she was doing. "No...stop!" But it wouldn't stop. The voice returned again "You will pee for me!" It boomed. Luna felt a hand that weighed tons push on her bladder. She couldn't hold it in.
The thin tiny stream increased into a large torrent and while it felt good to release. Luna couldn't help it as tears went down her face. As she lost control of her bladder. She just did the one thing she would never do. Pee in the shower.
Luna continued to empty her bladder. Eventually, she stopped peeing and felt her body become hers again. She sat on the ground of the shower, hugging her knees close to her body.
"Am I going insane? Who was that voice? Why couldn't I control my body?" All these thoughts echoed in her head.
(Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed. For the record Luna is in her late 20s. I am also working on a story with Lain that hasn't been finished yet.) (There will be a part two to this story with Luna.)
(The picture isn't mine. I just searched on Google for pictures that look like how I imagine she would look.) |
Luna & The Voice – Part 2
It had been a few days since that incident happened in the shower. Luna was still pretty freaked out. But she was trying not to think about it. Though she was curious about why it happened. So far she hadn't heard the voice in days.
Not since the shower incident. Luna woke up in the morning with a full bladder. She got out of bed, gathered some clothes, and made her way to the bathroom. Luna closed the door behind her and locked it. She always slept in just her panties and bra.
So that was all she was wearing right now. Luna began doing her morning routine. Which involved washing her face with skincare products, brushing her teeth, brushing her hair, and applying make up. Normally she would shower as well. But she had run out of that new bar of soap to lather her body with.
So she had no body soap left to use. Luna took off her bra and panties. Now standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror. Her bladder was pretty full. So she sat on the toilet and began peeing.
A nice golden stream came out of her and into the toilet. Luna breathed a sigh of relief. She continued peeing for a while until her bladder completely emptied itself. Then she wiped herself clean and flushed the toilet. She washed her hands and noticed that she still hadn't used that new body spray she bought.
Luna applied some deodorant to her underarms and then took the body spray out of its box. She took the cap off and began spraying her body all over with the spray. It had a nice scent to it. Scented like strawberries and cream. Luna put away the spray and got dressed.
She was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse with white cotton panties and a white bra. Luna exited the bathroom and grabbed her phone from the nightstand next to her bed. She checked her phone and noticed she had a text message. It was from her childhood best friend, Star. The text message read:
Star: Hey Luna, I was wondering if you are free today. I wanted for us to hang out. Just the two of us. Hope to hear from you soon.
Luna thought about it and she did want to see Star. But she had to buy some bar of soaps to use for the shower. She shrugged and figured she could stop at the grocery store real quick and then meet up with her friend. Luna sent a text message to Star. The text message read:
Luna: I have to stop at the grocery store real quick. But after that, I can meet you.
She got her purse and put her phone inside. Luna went into the kitchen and ate some cereal and drank a glass of milk. She took a pill bottle out of her purse and opened it. Pouring one pill into the palm of her hand. It was an anxiety medication she had to take daily.
Luna popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed it dry. Then she closed the pill bottle back up and put it in her purse. She put on her purse and unlocked her front door. Walking out and locking the door behind her with her key. Luna got her car keys out and unlocked her car.
She got in and started the car. Backing up the vehicle and taking off toward the grocery store. It took about a few minutes for her to arrive. She lived very close to this grocery store. Luna parked her car and got down.
Also locking her car. She walked into the store and went straight to the pharmacy side. Which also had personal care items. Like body wash and deodorant. Luna grabbed two boxes of the bar of soap she bought last time.
She went to the checkout aisle and paid. Luna left the store and walked to the car with her grocery bag in one hand and the keys in the other. She unlocked the car and got inside. Putting the grocery bag on the passager side seat. Luna started the car and put her seatbelt on.
Suddenly she felt the urge to pee. Her heart began to race. Thinking back to the incident in the shower. She shook her head and said "Surely it wouldn't happen again. I just have to pee because I drank that glass of milk earlier." Luna calmed down and began to drive.
Luna didn't even have to ask Star via text message, where they were going to meet. It was always the same place. The park. They would have a picnic on the ground with a picnic blanket and just chat. It was always in a secluded area.
So they didn't have to worry about people being around. Which Luna enjoyed. As she drove, however, her need to pee started to grow more intense. She had a normal-sized bladder and could normally hold it for a fairly good amount of time. So the fact that her bladder felt like it was filling up rapidly, was strange.
Luna could feel the pressure increasing on her bladder as well. She drove a bit faster and made it to the park. Getting down and locking her car. She felt ready to explode. Luna couldn't keep still and was doing a bit of a potty dance.
Her head began to ache and then she heard it, the voice from when she was in the shower. "Let a little out. Come on, I know you want to." The voice said in a mischievous tone. Luna wanted relief but she didn't want to wet her panties. "No I can wait, I don't want to," Luna responded. "I said let a little out! If you won't do it, then I'll do it for you!" The voice yelled.
Luna felt tiny fingers prying open her urethra entrance. Her body became paralyzed once more and she stopped potty dancing. Standing completely still. Her legs began to move on their own, spreading slightly apart from each other. She felt pee making its way to her urethra.
Luna struggled to hold it back. Regardless she felt her bladder push down, and felt a long spurt escape and go into her panties. Again her bladder pushed down and more pee escaped. Her bladder kept doing this until her panties were soaked. Luna knew now that something was seriously wrong with her.
This wasn't normal. Hearing a voice and not being able to control herself. She knew she had to tell somebody about this. Luna still had to pee. Letting that much urine out had made her more desperate.
She felt a big wave of pressure hit her poor bladder and she was a goner. Pee began gushing out and hitting the ground below. Running down her legs. Luna began to cry. That was when she heard a voice calling her name.
It wasn't the voice that she kept hearing before. It was her best friend Star's voice. Luna tried to move and hide but her body was still paralyzed. Star saw Luna and smiled, running over to her and waving. Luna was still peeing and couldn't stop.
Star stopped in front of her best friend Luna. Eyes wide and a look of surprise on her face. "Luna? What's wrong?" She asked. But then she smelled the smell of urine and looked down at Luna's legs which had urine running down them. Eventually, Luna stopped peeing and she felt her body become hers again.
"Luna are you not well? What happened?" Star asked. Luna wasn't the type to have an accident. So Star was very concerned. Luna regained her composure and stopped crying. "I need to tell you something. Will you promise to believe me and not judge me?" Luna said. "I promise," Star replied.
Luna explained the situation she had been experiencing to Star. When she finished. Star asked "Are you sure it isn't a psychiatric problem? Hearing voices is a sign of that. Although it wouldn't explain the accidents and loss of control of your body."
Luna sighed and said "It isn't a psychiatric problem. I feel like I'm possessed and being controlled by something or someone."
Star thought for a moment and then said: "Have you done anything different these past few days?"
"The only different thing I did was buy a new bar of soap and body spray." Luna replied.
A realization dawned on her. She decided to tell Star.
"I just realized that the problems started when I used the new bar of soap. Then continued when I used the body spray of the same brand." Luna explained.
Star looked at Luna and said: "I need to see the bar of soap and body spray you bought. Take me to your place."
So Luna drove to her apartment. Star was in the car with her too.
They arrived at Luna's apartment. Luna and Star got down from the car.
Luna got her grocery bags down and unlocked the apartment with her key. Star walked inside and then Luna walked in and closed the door behind her and locked it.
She took out the boxed bars of soap she bought and handed one to Star.
"It is in some language I can't understand." Luna admitted.
Star examined the box and thought of an idea. "I need to use your laptop. I might be able to translate this using Oogle Translate."
Luna nodded and got her laptop from her bedroom. She put it on the kitchen table and opened it so Star could use it.
Star began to plug the weird language into Oogle Translate. Her eyes went wide when she saw what the words translated to. |
I'm looking to write a series in vaguely chronological order taking place in the Marvel Universe. Some stories will contain messing, some won't.
Chapter 1: Agent Carter
Agent Peggy Carter was on a mission to track down Howard Stark’s missing nitramene bombs. She had tracked down the thief, Leet Brannis, to milk man Sheldon McFee’s home. It turned out they had the nitramene bombs inside the milk truck. After a vicious fight with McFee (no small feat in her blue blouse and long navy skirt), she had incapacitated the much larger man and tied him up to a chair. However, before she could begin interrogating him on the exact whereabouts of Brannis, she heard a man running outside and attempt to start the truck. She sprinted out and pointed her gun straight at Brannis. With contempt, she spat, “Get out.”
She pinned Brannis against the truck, gun pointed at his head. With both baddies apprehended, she let down her guard just a bit and realized how badly she had to pee. She hadn’t gone in hours, since she had spent all afternoon and evening tracking down McFee and Brannis and apprehending them. She put that thought aside, focusing on her mission. She asked Brannis rhetorically, “Car trouble?”
Before Brannis could respond, another man’s voice responded. “Nothing that can’t be fixed.”
Agent Carter jumped a little in surprise, her wavy red hair bouncing. She felt the smallest leak into her utilitarian white panties, high waisted as the conservative 1950s fashion trends demanded. When the scare subsided, she realized it was Jarvis, Howard Stark’s butler. She didn’t let her momentary lapse of control be visible in her expression, though, and gave Jarvis a stern glare, her angular jaw hardening in place before she said, “What the hell are you doing here?!”
Jarvis was not flustered. “Mr. Stark asked me to help you, and so I have. I sabotaged the motor.”
Agent Carter kept her controlled persona going so as to not show weakness in front of Brannis. Turning to face her prisoner, she said menacingly, “Move and I shoot.”
Jarvis followed up, “I thought you’d be more impressed.”
Carter, already irritable from her brief loss of control, said harshly, “Well, I’m not. I already said I didn’t need your help.”
“An ideal butler provides service without being asked.”
“Ugh. Put it back. I need to drive this thing out of here.”
After interrogating Brannis briefly, Jarvis returned flustered with the truck fixed but with McFee escaped. Annoyed, Carter told Brannis to get in the truck, promising him protection in exchange for information. She had him drive, keeping a gun pointed at him the whole time.
After the adrenaline rush died down and they had driven for a few minutes, Agent Carter realized the extent of her desperation. The damp spot in her panties rubbed against her uncomfortably and she fought the urge to bounce her legs up and down, trying her hardest to exude confidence. She had spent long enough time in the man’s world of spydom to know they would never let her live it down if she showed a childish desperation to pee.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t drive in peace as, a few minutes later, a thud indicated someone jumped onto the top of the truck. Jarvis said, worried, “Did you hear that?”
Agent Carter felt another split second spurt. Suddenly, gunfire pierced the roof as whoever was on top of the truck began shooting in. Peggy Carter involuntarily let loose a second-long stream in response, her panties drenched. She shouted, “I definitely heard that!”
Putting her desperation aside, she crawled out the window and on top of the hood of the truck. Brannis accelerated hard to unsteady the shooter and Carter fired with her pistol, barely missing. The man shot back, grazing Peggy’s leg. She shouted in pain and fell over, gripping the roof of the truck. Another spurt shot out of her, running down her legs. She couldn’t let it distract her. She shouted at Jarvis, “Shoot up!”
Jarvis shot straight up with the shotgun he found and the shooter fell back. Agent Carter used the opportunity to swing up to the roof and began fighting hand-to-hand, trying to wrestle the gun away from the shooter. As Carter attacked the man, he let off two more shots that she fortunately directed away from herself, but it went through the roof. Unbeknownst to her, one had uncoupled the bombs and the other had hit Brannis. She finally knocked the gun from his hand, though. Jarvis yelled to warn Peggy, “Miss Carter!”
Peggy tried to respond, but the attacker took the opportunity to swing a punch into her face. She fell over, peeing for a second yet again. She saw an upcoming turn and cliff and shouted, “Get Brannis! Jump clear!”
She stood back up, angry at this man for potentially ruining her plans and angry at herself for her loss of control. In the back of her mind, she thought, “I hope nothing shows on my skirt…”
She pushed that thought aside and began beating the attacker. She beat him into submission and stabbed his hand into the roof. As he screamed in pain, she said, “This is where I get off.”
Jarvis leapt off with Brannis as Carter hung off the roof to fall off as gently as possible. Or, rather, as gently as falling off a speeding truck could be. She landed on the pavement, rolling repeatedly. She could feel a trickle erupt as she rolled and she only finally got control when she came to a stop. She stood up unsteadily, but at that moment the bombs exploded and the entire river seemed to shoot upwards. She flew back from the explosion, but was otherwise okay. As she got up to her knees, she felt herself peeing freely, finally. Her bladder ached in relief. She stood up quickly, still peeing, and realized the outside of her skirt seemed to be free of evidence of her accident. As the puddle grew beneath her, Jarvis asked, “You alright?”
Her stream tapered off and she subtly felt the back of her skirt. Dry as well. The dark color and dark night would cover up any small spots. “I’m fine. You?”
Yes… though I’m afraid Mr. Brannis broke my fall.”
She stumbled towards him, focused again on the mission. He seemed almost dead… She demanded, “The rest of the weapons that you stole from Howard, I need to know where you hid them. Help me stop Leviathan.”
Brannis drew a heart with a line through it in the sand before dying, leaving Carter and Jarvis to ponder the clue.
Back at one of Stark’s penthouses, Jarvis insisted he check her leg wound and stitch it up, if necessary. Peggy really wanted a shower, her wet panties insistently rubbing against her, but she sat on the couch and raised her skirt just a little (she didn’t want him seeing her accident…) for him to patch her up. She realized too late that she had piss running down her legs, but those rivulets had seemingly dried by now. She could smell the faint scent of urine and wondered if he noticed as he patched her leg up expertly.
They had a meaningful conversation about trust and if he did smell or notice anything, he didn’t say it. Agent Carter chose to assume he hadn’t noticed and when they were done, she headed to the shower to clean up. |
Thanks for all the positive feedback! As a warning, this story will have messing.
Chapter 2: Captain Marvel
Kree Starforce member Vers slowly woke up, trying to get her bearings. She pushed aside her medium-length straight blonde hair and gave her utilitarian green and black one piece uniform and armor a look-over. Everything seemed to be in place. Then she felt an aching in her bladder and a weight in her bowels and realized she hadn’t had a chance to go the entire mission or during her captivity with the Skrulls. She shuddered as she remembered them probing her memory, fear almost causing her to have an accident then. She pushed thoughts of her capture or her bodily functions aside and focused on getting her bearings.
Vers was utterly confused as to where she was, but after finding electronic equipment at a Radio Shack and fiddling with a pay phone (not that she knew what that was) for a couple hours, she managed to radio back to her Kree team. She informed them of her location but privately decided to investigate her own past based on the renewed memory she had under Skrull interrogation. She was, however, rudely interrupted by some humans.
Vers was now extremely desperate, having focused on radioing home instead of her own needs, so she was annoyed at being interrogated yet again. They clearly did not believe her intentions or even the existence of Skrulls. The man who talked to her first, Agent Fury, eventually finally asked a relevant question. “How do we know you’re not one of those shapeshifter things?”
Vers nodded. “Congratulations, you finally asked a relevant question.”
Fury, clearly still not believing a word, said, “No, congratulations to you, Starforce lady, you’re under arrest.”
However, right at that moment, Vers caught a glimmer in the sun on a rooftop across an alley. Her face went from bemusement to concern as she realized it was a Skrull. She shoved Agent Fury out of the way as the shot went wild before returning fire. The Skrull ran away and she chased. As she ran after the Skrull, she could feel a dampness in her utilitarian black panties. She cursed her momentary lapse of control but kept moving, ignoring the humans who were running to their car.
She saw the Skrull run up the stairs to a train station and hesitated for a moment before using two walls to jump straight onto the station, wincing as the effort caused another leak. She ran towards the train she knew the Skrull entered, momentarily bumping into an old lady on accident (and letting out another spurt from the surprise). She cursed inwardly but focused on the task of getting on the train, which was departing. She sprinted after it, leaping off at the last moment and catching hold of the back of the train. As she slammed into the back, her churning bowels let out a long fart, though fortunately no one was around to hear or smell it. She ignored it and broke into the first car. Passengers stared but she ignored them and put on an intimidating demeanor as she checked out each passenger for a potential Skrull. For a moment, she wondered if people were staring because they could see the beginnings of her peeing herself, but she was confident her black and green suit and the material it was made out of would show nothing.
She menacingly walked down the train before stopping at an old lady. She had bumped into the same old lady… it must be the Skrull. She swung a punch right into her face, to the horror of the other passengers, but was proven correct when the old lady swung around and kicked her in the midsection. She felt a three second spurt as she flew backwards before returning the blows back to the Skrull. She smacked the Skrull into a rail and flat onto the floor before passengers pulled her off, thinking she was beating up an old lady. The Skrull took advantage to get back up and start to run away. Vers shook the passengers off and chased after, but the Skrull swung around a pole and kicked her in the stomach. Vers felt a second spurt and her bowels involuntarily releasing in reaction to the hit. A single turd began to escape and she held it in place. She couldn’t let herself get distracted and returned to the fight, but was eventually held back long enough by other passengers for the Skrull to escape. She picked up a device the Skrull left behind and chased after it, jumping to the top of the train where the Skrull was waiting. The Skrull kicked her again and the rest of the turd escaped out of her along with a good portion of her bladder. The black and green suit didn’t show any wetness, but she briefly wondered if there would be a bulge before she got back on her feet to continue her pursuit.
As they fought on top of the train, the Skrull knocked her off and she hung on to the side barely. The force of the impact against the train and almost falling off caused the rest of her bladder to release. She could feel the warm wetness pool at her feet, but her suit was designed for space travel and was airtight and didn’t let anything out. She eventually got back on top of the train and shot at the Skrull, but it ran away and she had to duck back inside the train to avoid an upcoming tunnel ceiling.
When she could finally get off the train station, she realized she had truly lost track of the Skrull, even almost punching a civilian who she thought was the Skrull. A couple people were horrified by her antics and maybe one was even horrified by the smell of her shit but overall, she was lost in a crowd. She escaped the station and used the device to look for clues and realized it had tape of her memories extracted by the Skrulls when they had captured her. One memory showed a place called Pancho’s Bar… she started to formulate a plan but the crystal started to fry and her bowels renewed their desperation, the single turd in her suit not representing her whole load.
She quickly walked down the street, looking for some place to clean herself up and look up where Pancho’s Bar was. As she walked, she could feel her anus open up and another turd stick out. Out of desperation, she asked a passerby, “Hey, where can I look up where Pancho’s Bar is?”
The guy looked at her oddly but said, “Never heard of it but check out the Internet cafe a block that way and grab a map.”
She thanked him and hurried on, the poop escaping her just a little bit with every step. She arrived at the strip mall and saw the words Internet cafe and entered. She was met by a bewildering scene of inefficient technology and drinks. She figured she would work out how to use things later and hurriedly asked the receptionist where the bathroom was. She followed the directions and locked herself into a stall. Now that she was alone in a bathroom, her body ratcheted up the urgency and before she could take off her suit, she finished pooping out the second turd before a third followed immediately after, finally leaving her empty. She stood there in shock and embarrassment and felt her behind, knowing there was an obvious bulge. She sighed and began the work of taking off her suit to clean it off and jump out the urine pooling at the bottom. She would have to wear the suit without underwear moving forward, but she was too focused on her mission to mope about her accident. When she was finished cleaning up, she exited the stall and went to figure out how to use the “Internet,” smelling faintly of piss and shit still. |
This chapter has two parts. First no messing, second does.
Part 1: Agent Maria Hill
It had been a long day for Maria Hill, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. The bickering of the supposed Avengers Director Fury had assembled was nonstop and while they had captured Loki - too easily in her mind - they couldn’t figure out what his plans were. She was stuck managing the crew running the helicarrier while Nick Fury managed Loki’s interrogation and she was acutely aware she had not gone to the bathroom in many hours, subtly shifting around in her one piece black uniform.
Just as she wondered when she could take a break, the helicarrier shook violently, throwing everyone off their feet. An explosion from sabotage by a brainwashed Hawkeye had damaged an engine and Agent Hill felt the first spurt escape as she gripped on a railing to avoid falling.
She grimaced at her momentary loss of control but gritted her teeth as she got to work. Unbeknownst to anyone else, she also had “protection.” Trained to be in the field for extended periods of time and after multiple close calls with the tight one-piece uniform, she actually often wore a diaper when out on the field. It was actually recommended practice for active S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but most ignored it out of pride. Agent Hill couldn’t count the number of times it had saved her from embarrassment and time lost since she began following the protocol, though, and this time was no different.
Agent Hill rushed to report to Director Fury about the status of engine three and to direct the crew, pushing her need to the back of her mind. As the Avengers tried to repair the helicarrier and stop an out-of-control Hulk, Nick Fury arrived and took over direction, directing Hill to begin evacuations. Agent Hill took just a few steps, though, before noticing a grenade. She alerted others but it exploded and threw her aside. Attackers entered the room as Fury engaged in a firefight.
Agent Hill slowly got herself back up and realized she had emptied the rest of her bladder, but her suit and her diaper was intact and the only person who knew about her accident would be her. She refocused on the situation and saw someone with their gun drawn in Fury, and she took action and stood up straight to fire her pistol, hitting the attacker right in the head and saving Fury’s life. To all watching, she was the picture of confidence, not someone who had just pissed herself. She realized she would have to go through the rest of this attack with a full diaper and gritted her teeth at the thought before getting back to work.
Part 2: Black Widow
Agent Hill wasn’t the only person to have an accident during the helicarrier attack. When initial explosion happened, Natasha Romanoff, or Black Widow, realized she was pinned at her foot under a collapsed pipe and was next to an agitated Bruce Banner who was on the verge of turning into the Hulk. The fear of being trapped with the Hulk caused her to involuntarily begin to leak slowly (contained in her black catsuit), but she tried to calm him down. “Doctor... Bruce, you gotta fight it. This is just what Loki wants. We're gonna be okay. Listen to me.”
She waved off two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents for their safety and continued to try to calm him down, but there was no stopping him. The transformation began and Black Widow now peed freely into her catsuit out of fear. She pleaded with him. “Bruce. Please.”
It was no use and she struggled her foot free of the pipe, getting up and wincing as she felt all the urine pool at her feet inside her catsuit. As she looked at the now fully transformed Hulk, the Hulk looked back with the face of a monster and she felt herself fart involuntarily out of fright as well. She began to sprint away, or as fast as she could with a hurt ankle, and was forced to parkour her way onto a catwalk and through small spaces to escape the Hulk’s giant hands.
A few minutes later, she thought she may have lost the Hulk. She skulked her way through tight back corridors, pistol out and stomach churning out of fear. She turned the corner and checked various angles before hearing a sound. She turned to it and looked up and was greeted by a giant green face screaming at her.
She instinctively shot her pistol at a pipe to release nitrogen at the Hulk while ignoring the sensation of her bowels descending. The Hulk smashed the pipe out of the way, clearly unaffected. Black Widow turned and began to run, a slight limp due to her hurt ankle and poop now halfway out of her. She focused on sprinting as hard as possible, causing the first turd to finish slipping out, creating a bulge in her leather catsuit. Despite her best efforts, the Hulk caught up to her and sideswiped her into a wall. She collapsed to the ground and looked up as the Hulk loomed over her. Fearing her doom, she felt her bowels noisily finish evacuate. However, before the finishing blow, Thor shoved the Hulk into a separate room and she collapsed in exhaustion and pain now that she was alone.
After a few minutes of crying as her fear subsided and the smell of her accident overwhelmed her, she meticulously unzipped and disassembled her catsuit and emptied the mess. She zipped the suit back up, grimacing at the traces of her accident and the definite slight smell that would linger, but ready to rejoin the fight. She collected herself and responded to Director Fury’s request that someone take down Barton, AKA Hawkeye. Subconsciously checking her front and back to confirm there was no visible wetness or bulge, she sprinted to the detention level where Barton was.
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Hey all, long time no write, but here's a very short anecdote followed by a little bit longer one, both just wetting.
Chapter 5: Pepper Potts
It was December 2012, seven months after the chaotic events of the alien invasion of New York, and Pepper Potts was fast asleep by her boyfriend Tony Stark. Unfortunately for her, he was plagued by nightmares from the events of New York. This night, a particularly bad one had him shaking and she woke up in reaction. Realizing what was happening, she put her hand on Tony and tried to comfort her. However, in Tony’s sleep and distress, an Iron Man suit had been called and it grabbed her firmly in the arm to “protect” him. She gasped in fear as she was spun around and on her back in the bed by the suit.
Tony woke up and immediately deactivated the suit, but her middle-of-the-night full bladder couldn’t take the sudden scare and she was uncontrollably peeing through her white panties into the bed under the covers. Tony tried to comfort her. “I must have called it in my sleep. That's not supposed to happen. I'll recalibrate the sensors. Can we just...just let me...just let me catch my breath, okay?”
Pepper faintly realized she was peeing and forced herself to stop, though the damage was already done. She ripped off the covers, revealing a foot-wide wet spot on the bed and soaked white panties. She ignored it, knowing Tony had no ground to make fun of her given the situation. “I’m going to sleep downstairs. Tinker with that.”
Pepper stormed off and went straight to the basement bathroom. She sat down on the toilet and simply finished peeing through her panties, head buried in her hands as she calmed herself down before stripping nude and showering.
Chapter 6: Jane Foster
Jane felt bad for Richard, who seemed like a sweet guy, but she was relieved Darcy had something to show her and had gotten her out of that date. If she was honest, she still wasn’t over Thor, and that drove her to find some way to connect their worlds. After they drove and traced the odd readings to an abandoned factory in the middle of nowhere, Jane was less sure she was glad about these findings, but she put a brave foot forward. She also felt a twinge in her bladder as the cold damp England weather prevailed, having not gone since before the drive and the date, but it was nothing urgent. A storm was coming, but was not here yet.
They bumped into some kids who, after a brief distrustful conversation, showed them what they found and what was almost certainly the source of the strange readings. A truck was floating in the air and the kids dropped a bottle from the top of a stairwell and it reappeared above and fell indefinitely. Jane did the same thing with a can and it disappeared. “What happened?” she asked.
A kid shrugged. “Sometimes they reappear, sometimes they don’t.”
Jane turned to her friend Darcy. “I haven’t seen readings like this since…”
Darcy finished her sentence. “New Mexico?”
Flashes of the time she visited Thor came to Jane and she realized how much she wanted to see him. Hope swelled inside her as she sprinted to where the readings on her device were strongest, ignoring the others. As she got close to a different portal in a separate room, though, a particularly strong gust from the incoming storm pushed her forwards. She stumbled and accidentally fell through…
...and reappeared in a different world. It was dark and dank and empty except for a single column glowing red. Jane couldn’t help it as her curiosity grew. She inched towards the column. Tentatively, she reached out and touched it. The glowing red entered her and she gasped before passing out. Unbeknownst to her, the Aether had entered her.
Jane reawoke inside the factory on Earth. Suddenly remembering where she was, she jumped up with a start. A pang down below told her she needed to pee badly but she had to find her friends first. She ran out of the factory only to see Darcy and a cop. Darcy shouted, “Jane! Where the hell were you?!”
She angrily responded, “Tell me you did not call the police.”
“What was I supposed to do?”
“Not call the police!”
“Jane… you were gone for five hours.”
“What…?”
That explained the overly full bladder, Jane thought. Suddenly the storm forecasted arrived in force but the rain didn’t come down over Jane. Jane looked around and saw in a clap of lightning - Thor!
She ran over, delighted to see him, but first - she slapped him. “Sorry. I needed to make sure you were real.”
Thor said, “Well, I am. Jane…”
She slapped him again. “Where the hell were you!”
Thor replied, “Where were you? Heimdall could not see you.”
“I was right here where you left me. I was waiting and then I was crying and then I went out looking for you. You said you were coming back.”
“I know, I know, but the Bifrost was destroyed. The Nine Realms erupted into chaos, wars were raging, marauding hordes were pillaging. I had to put an end to the slaughter.”
“As excuses go, that's not terrible. But I saw you on TV, you were...you were in New York!”
“Jane, I fought to protect you from the dangers of my world, but I was wrong, I was a fool.”
Thor placed his hand Jane's face and she melted a little. Thor continued, “I believe that fate brought us together. Jane, I don't know where you were or what happened, but I do know this.”
“What?”
“I know…”
Thor and Jane leaned in to kiss, but were rudely interrupted by Darcy before a police officer came over.
The police officer looked stern. “This is private property and you're trespassing, the lot of you. You'll have to come with me.”
Jane didn’t know how to respond and was still mad at being interrupted with Thor, but when the police officer tried to grab Jane’s arm, a powerful force came out of nowhere and pushed everyone flying from Jane. The energy forced Jane to the ground and she felt herself spurt in shock right into her underwear underneath her black tights and grey skirt. She instinctively stopped the flow.
Thor came running over and pulled her up. “Jane! You alright?”
“What just happened?”
The police were much more harsh now and warily approached. “Place your hands on your head, step back!”
After a back and forth with the police, Thor knew there was no negotiating. He said to Jane, “Hold on to me.”
Jane was apprehensive. “What are you doing?”
Light surrounded Jane and Thor as the Bifrost opened up. Jane and Thor disappeared in a flash of bright light, leaving behind intricate marks on the ground on Earth. Jane felt disoriented and enthralled at the same time as she rocketed through the universe inside the beam of light, held tight to Thor. The sensations of travel and light was overwhelming and she could vaguely tell she was peeing right into her tights before reappearing moments later in Asgard. Jane staggered a little as she regained her footing. In the back of her mind, she realized she had finished pissing herself on the portal trip, her tights and underwear soaked. Fortunately, the skirt remained dry and Thor was none the wiser. She was too excited to even acknowledge her accident as she processed everything she was seeing. “We have to do that again.”
She turned and saw the man operating the portal. Heimdall cocked an eyebrow - he saw everything - before smiling and saying, “Welcome to Asgard.” |
I appreciate the suggestions, folks! Unfortunately, I couldn't really grapple with thinking up Asgardian bathrooms, so I'll leave that up to someone else to figure out. In the meantime, here is the next chapter. Warning, there is messing.
Chapter 7: Sharon Carter and Black Widow
Agent Sharon Carter was having a bad day. She had scrambled from Vienna to Berlin to avoid being noticed as cooperating with Captain America and now had to coordinate with Agent Everett Ross the interrogation of the Winter Soldier along with navigating the release of Captain America, Falcon, and T’Challa from capture after their chase in Vienna. By the time the interrogation was about to begin, she realized she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom, having pushed that aside all day, but she had to watch the interrogation after working out all the logistics for it. She hadn’t even had time to change from her grey shirt, vest, and blue jeans from yesterday. As she stood watching, she occasionally crossed her legs and clenched her butt without even realizing it.
Agent Natasha Romanoff, or Black Widow, was in a similar position. After surviving the bombing that murdered the King of Wakanda, she herself had to directly head to Vienna to ease tensions between Captain America and Iron Man over the Sokovia Accords, which was intended to limit the authority of the Avengers - Captain America still would not sign them and his actions to defend the Winter Soldier only weakened his case. However, they refused to see eye to eye and she left to watch the Winter Soldier’s interrogation. As she walked away, she realized she had not gone to the bathroom since her arrival in Berlin, but she decided she could hold it for another hour and sat down in front of the screen displaying the interview, subconsciously crossing her legs in her black jeans and crossing her leather jacket clad arms as well.
Unfortunately for both of them and mankind, they realized too late that the interviewer was not a SHIELD agent but Helmut Zemo who had planned to re-indoctrinate Bucky Barnes as the Winter Soldier and coordinate his escape. Captain America and Falcon reached the interrogation room after the power went out, but the Winter Soldier overpowered them both and escaped along with Zemo. Upstairs, Agent Ross began coordinating defenses as Black Widow pulled Tony Stark aside. “Please tell me you brought your suit.”
“Sure did. It's a lovely Tom Ford, three-piece, two-button. I'm an active-duty non-combatant.”
Agent Carter arrived at the scene rolled her eyes at Tony’s flippancy. She led them on. “Follow me.”
They prepared an ambush in the building lobby as the Winter Soldier tore through SHIELD agents. Tony transformed his watch into a gauntlet and began firing on the Winter Soldier, putting up an admirable fight given that he didn’t have his suit. However, he couldn’t hold out for long and was eventually punched several feet back into a set of chairs. This gave Sharon Carter an opening, however, and she ran in and kicked Bucky hard, giving Black Widow an opening to run in and coordinate their attack. Black Widow punched the Winter Soldier hard in the crotch, stunning him, and Carter followed that up with a high kick to the head. The effort of the kick caused her to spurt and fart at the same time and threw her off for her next kick, which was caught by the Winter Soldier. As he held her in position she realized what was about to happen and began peeing uncontrollably in fear, a turd also snaking out. He sent her flipping away head over heels into some tables, collapsing them and knocking her out of the fight. As she faded between consciousness and unconsciousness, she realized she was peeing freely into her dark blue jeans as she laid on the table and finished pooping, a noticeable bulge and dark stain visible on her curvaceous butt.
Black Widow took over and wrapped her legs around the Winter Soldier’s head, giving her the vantage point to begin elbowing him in the head. She didn’t even notice with each swing, she was spurting into her black pants. He reoriented himself and threw her down into a table, freeing himself from her grip. The impact caused her to piss herself freely as well, though she tried to keep her legs around his neck. Her butt being lifted from the air meant she couldn’t even subconsciously clench her butt closed and she began to shit herself as well. She vaguely thought to herself to stop having an accident, but he wrapped his metal hand around her neck and began choking her, and suddenly saving her own life was more important than her accidents. The very real possibility of dying right then and there caused her accidents to accelerate and she noisily filled her pants. A bulge was visible, though the black jeans hid the wetness. Fortunately, T’Challa came charging in and took the fight elsewhere as Black Widow semiconsciously tried to regain her breath.
After a few minutes of laying on the ground, Black Widow finally got enough of her breath back to stand up, wincing at the mush in her pants. Agent Carter also was standing back up, facing a very similar situation. They looked around and saw it was deserted, save for some dead agents. Black Widow walked over and whispered, “Umm… Do you know of a bathroom?”
Carter nodded. She could tell they were in the same boat. “Follow me.”
After a minute of embarrassed and silent waddling, they arrived at the deserted lobby bathroom and each picked a stall. They each pulled down their jeans, with Natasha’s ass hugged by black panties with a significant bulge and Sharon Carter’s covered by full cut white panties with a clear brown and yellow stain. Two plops were heard as they both dumped out their underwear before flushing. Black Widow didn’t bother to clean up and she pulled up her panties, not wanting to take off her boots to fully undress, before pulling up her clammy wet black jeans. She winced, but she knew there would be no visible stain given the color and she needed to reconnect with Tony Stark and figure out next steps. She asked, “Are you coming?”
“Umm… give me a while longer to clean up. I’ll find Ross when I’m ready.”
Black Widow left while Sharon Carter pulled up her own panties and jeans. She didn’t actually want to bother cleaning up, she just knew her blue jeans were far more obvious and decided to steal some time to calm down and dry off. |
This one focuses on Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 2. Three-fourish accidents, one messing - Gamora, Ayesha, and Mantis involved.
Chapter 8: Guardians of the Galaxy
The Guardians had defeated the monster Abilisk after pitched battle. They were back in the ship cleaning up to prepare to meet with Ayesha, the High Priestess of Sovereign. She was a pretentious and vain leader, so they needed to look their best. Drax in particular needed clean-up, having jumped inside the Abilisk. He was in the bathroom to shower and to take one of his “famously large” shits, as he freely told his cabinmates who wanted to hear none of it.
Gamora picked out an outfit to change into,a white shirt with a leather shirt over it and red leather jacket over that. She picked out a new pair of black leather jeans, her current pair sweaty like her red shirt designed to go with the jetpack thrusters she had used in battle. She would have loved to beat Drax to the bathroom, actually, realizing as they got back to the ship just how badly she had to go, but in the time it took for her to store the jetpack, Drax had rudely beaten them all to the bathroom.
Outfit picked out, she walked over to the bathroom to wait, her clean clothes thrown over her shoulder. Her face was permanently grumpy and her frown grew as she paced back and forth, stopping occasionally to cross a leg and bend over. To think, a tough and independent girl like her needed to cross her legs to avoid wetting herself - how did she let herself get this desperate. The adrenaline of the fight meant she hadn’t noticed her own desperation.
After a few minutes of pacing and no sign of Drax leaving, she crossed her legs on the spot and bent over, inhaling through her teeth out of stress as she tried in vain to fight back a wave of desperation. The first spurt escaped, soaking her black thong but invisible with her leather pants. She banged on the bathroom door. “Hey! You’ve taken long enough, the rest of us need to get ready for our meeting!”
Drax was unbothered. “This is not a process you can rush.”
Gamora rolled her eyes. She felt another spurt and shoved her hands in her crotch. Though the dark leather didn’t show anything, she felt the dampness in her hands.
By the time Drax exited, Gamora felt the wetness extend to her knees as she slowly leaked in fits and starts over the course of fifteen minutes. She rushed past Drax, the sight of the bathroom causing her to piss continuously. She gave up and merely hopped into the shower and finished soaking herself before removing her top and turning on the water with her pants still on.
When she disposed of her dirty clothes into the ship’s automatic laundry, she hesitated as she looked at her outfit. The shame of her accident fresh, she opened up a small cabinet in the ship bathroom and stuck her hand to the very back. She pulled out incontinence undergarments - a diaper. Staring at it for a minute, she finally decided to put it on before pulling up a new pair of leather pants, a white top with frills on the bottom (which conveniently hid the top of the diaper), and the leather top over the shirt, which held the white top in place and prevented it from rising up and showing her embarrassing protection. With a sigh, she exited the bathroom to put on a leather trenchcoat and then joined the others to meet Ayesha.
Ayesha was the High Priestess of the all-gold Sovereign. As such, she sat on an elaborate throne wearing an ornate all-gold dress that showed her shoulders and a hint of cleavage but went all the way down to her feet. She had to command Sovereign matters and receive all sorts of ambassadors and diplomats all day and she was ready to retire for the day. Hopefully her last scheduled meeting, the Guardians of the Galaxy, would be quick and she could head back to her chambers. As usual, she had to go a whole day without bathroom breaks, sitting still in her throne and meeting. Given her job responsibilities, she wore diapers, but she had already soaked them once and was desperate, not just to pee, but also to poop. Her butt remained tightly clenched, though she sat perfectly still with her legs uncrossed as the Guardians approached. Ayesha greeted them, “We thank you, Guardians, for putting your lives on the line. We could not risk the lives of our own Sovereign citizens. Every citizen is born exactly as designed by the community. Impeccable, both physically and mentally. We control the DNA of our progeny… germinating them in birthing pods.”
Peter, the attractive half-Terran, responded. “I guess I prefer to make people the old-fashioned way.”
Ayesha spent her days in meetings and sitting, bored with her responsibilities and unsatisfied in all sorts of ways. Peter Quill’s reference to sex excited her and without being able to stop herself, she said, “Perhaps someday, you could give me a history lesson… in the archaic ways of our ancestors. For academic purposes.”
“I would be honored, yes. In the name of research…I think that could be pretty, uh…” Peter looked to Gamora, his companion. “Repulsive. I’m not into that kind of casual…”
Gamora, the aggressive one who was also interested in Peter, interrupted, “Oh, please. Your people promised something in exchange for our services. Bring it… and we shall gladly be on our way.”
The Sovereign guards carried a hooded figure into the courtroom and threw her on the ground and pulled back her hood to reveal Gamora’s sister, Nebula. Ayesha, at her limit and distracted by Peter’s flirtation, couldn’t help but let a spurt go into her already wet diaper as Nebula was revealed. Ignoring her desperation and projecting royalty Ayesha said to Gamora, “I understand she is your sister.”
“She’s worth no more to me than the bounty due for her on Xandar.”
Ayesha ground her butt into her throne and clenched them tight, but to no avail. She quickly responded to cover up the sound of a fart escaping, along with the first third of a turd and another spurt. “Our soldiers apprehended her attempting to steal the batteries. Do with her as you please.”
Peter responded, “We thank you, High Priestess Ayesha.”
Despite her desperation (or maybe even because of it!), Ayesha felt herself a different kind of wet as she looked at Peter. He had to be more than just human. What was his other half? It seemed… royal… for Ayesha to be so beholden to his charm. As she held her poop in place, she couldn’t help but ask, “What is your heritage, Mr. Quill?”
“My mother is from Earth.”
“And your father?”
“He ain’t from Missouri. That’s all I know.”
“I see it within you. An unorthodox genealogy. A hybrid that seems particularly… reckless.”
The small creature, a talking raccoon, spoke up. “You know, they told me you people were conceited douchebags, but that isn’t true at all.”
The tension was palpable as people realized the smallest creature had disrespected the High Priestess. Ayesha froze in the situation. She couldn’t even command the execution of the creature, as the shock of the transgression caused her to begin flooding her wet diaper and she fought to cut it off before it leaked.
Drax dragged Rocket Raccoon off and the Guardians made their leave in the awkwardness that followed. After they left, Ayesha got up to head to her chambers to clean up. As she walked, the rest of her poop exited involuntarily, her dress hiding her accident from her fellow Sovereign. She had done this act multiple times, and she kept her gait stately until she reached her room. Once inside, she began to pant at the combination of disgust and horniness she felt. She was about to undress when she saw a notification on her console. It was a message… informing her that the Guardians had stolen batteries and betrayed them. Enraged at the act and at her situation, she realized she had to go back to command immediately. She lifted up her dress, removed the diaper, and incinerated it before letting her dress fall back down. She headed back out, unclean but safe from discovery by her citizens, to command her pilots into action.
After the long battle and chase and crash landing and camping, the Guardians had met up with Ego the Living Planet, who claimed he was Peter’s father. While suspicious, Peter, Drax, and Gamora joined Ego to his home to validate his claim. After Mantis, Ego’s companion, put Ego to sleep, the four of them sat in Ego’s ship’s common area.
Peter turned to Mantis. “Hey, can I ask you a personal question?”
Mantis, a meek looking bug-faced lady with antennas in black pants and a green top that covered her backside, replied in surprise, “No one has ever asked me a personal question.”
“Your antennas. What are they for?”
“Their purpose?”
Drax chimed in, “Yes. Quill and I have a bet. I say: if you are about to go through a doorway that is too low, your antennae will feel this, and keep you from being decapitated.”
Peter rolled his eyes at Drax’s lack of tact. “Right, and if it's anything other than specifically not being decapitated by a doorway, I win.”
“They are not for feeling doorways! think they have something to do with my empathic abilities.”
Gamora had remained quiet. She had yet to go to the bathroom since her last accident, and she could not see one in this ship. The curiosity got the better of her, though. “What are those?”
“If I touch someone, I can feel their feelings.”
Peter misunderstood. “You read minds?”
“No. Telepaths know thoughts. Empaths feel feelings, emotions. May I?”
Mantis touched Quill's hand; as she felt his feelings, her antennas lit up. “You feel... love! Romantic, sexual love… For her!”
Mantis pointed at Gamora. Gamora was shocked. She felt a spurt escape into her diaper. Drax began laughing loudly. “She just told everyone your secret! You must be so embarrassed!”
Peter groaned. Drax pointed at himself. “Do me! Do me!”
Mantis touched his chest and immediately began laughing as well. “I have never felt such humor!”
Mantis walked over to touch Gamora. Gamora immediately grabbed Mantis’s wrist. “Touch me, and the only thing you're gonna feel is a broken jaw.”
Truthfully, what Gamora felt was shame as she had just lost control and fully wet her diaper. Mantis, however, was also peeing, a wet splotch growing along the inside of her black pants. Gamora was the only one who noticed and couldn’t help but wonder if it was from fear or from touching her. Is a wetting accident a feeling? Gamora let go and Mantis meekly walked back to her seat. The rest of the trip was awkward as the two women sat in soaked silence. |
I had thought about it but couldn't think of a situation. I deviated a little with Guardians of the Galaxy, but I'm mostly focused on writing based on scenes existing in the movies.
Speaking of which, I'm motivated to write out a couple of scenarios from Ant-Man and the Wasp (weirdly enough, I'm not sure why that movie stood out to me so much) and I'm committed to an Endgame climax to end the series, but I had a bunch of other small stories that I either couldn't think of expanding or was motivated in fleshing out, so I'm putting them all together in this post. They cover Dr. Strange, Black Panther, Spider-Man, and a scene from Infinity War. Also, I'm reposting a story I wrote from Thor: Ragnarok that I posted previously to make up for the short stories. Some of these stories have messing.
Chapter 9 Part 1: Dr. Christine Palmer
Dr. Christine Palmer was at the halfway point in her shift and just finished writing up some paperwork. She desperately needed a break, her butt tightly clenched underneath her scrubs. She was about to head straight to the bathroom when she heard the most unexpected voice - her former colleague, Stephen Strange. “Christine!!!”
She groaned, both at annoyance at hearing him and at a potential delay for her bathroom break. “What!”
She turned and realized the situation was serious. Strange was dressed… well… strangely and pushing a patient on a bed in extreme urgency. Realizing this was a real situation, she pushed aside her need and helped Strange wheel the patient into an operating room, throwing on surgical scrubs.
Unfortunately, soon into the surgery procedure, the patient flatlined. They did their best to restart the heart, but there was no response and they eventually called the time of death. They cleaned up the operating room and Dr. Palmer removed her surgical scrubs. As she cleaned up, the adrenaline wore off and she realized how desperate she was. A fart escaped involuntarily. She grimaced, stood still for a moment as she collected herself and waited for the smell to fade, then joined Dr. Strange in washing her hands.
He was clearly shaken. He grabbed her hand and held it, unaware of her predicament. She was confused by his change in attitude - he was a selfish prick the last time she saw him. “Are you okay? I don’t understand what is happening.”
“I know. But I have to go now.”
He turned to her and held her face like he was going to kiss her. “You said that losing my hands didn’t have to be the end, it could be the beginning.”
“Yeah, because there are other ways to save lives.”
“A harder way.”
She eyed the floating cape. “A weirder way.”
The intercom called. “Dr. Palmer to the ER.”
Strange held her close. “I don’t want you to go.”
Palmer was strangely moved, though grateful for an excuse to leave given her desperation. She gave him a kiss on the cheek - a genuine one - and walked away. When she was far enough away, she let out an almighty fart before a turd began to escape. She held it in place as she dove into the next bathroom she saw, her cheeks squeezed shut as she felt her poop nestle against the plain white full cut panties she was wearing. She ripped off her pants as she entered a stall and pulled down her panties, noting the clear stain inside. Her poop immediately flew out, splashing into the toilet bowl. When she finished, she knew she had little time to get to the ER, so she pulled up her panties with a grimace and pulled up her pants. She washed her hands thoroughly but resigned herself to knowing she would spend the rest of her shift in dirty underwear and ruin them further.
Chapter 9 Part 2: Nakia
Nakia was chasing wanted terrorist Ulysses Klaue in South Korea, her cover blown but remaining in her green patterned dress that hugged her curves and showed off her shoulders. She was driving a vibranium car with Okoye in the passenger’s seat chasing Klaue’s black SUV. Sitting in one position now instead of fistfighting, she felt the first pang of urgency in her bladder, but she concentrated on the chase.
Eventually, the gunfire from the car ahead ceased as they realized the futility of shooting at their bulletproof car. Okoye said, “Guns. So primitive.”
Nakia was slightly anxious now that she realized she had to go. “What are you going to do?”
Okoye said, “Just drive.”
She reached out and swung to the roof of the car, stabbing the roof with her spear to balance herself. Nakia gestured at the blade in exasperation, given the damage to the car. However, her spear throw that disabled one of the cars was worth it and Nakia hollered in appreciation. They chased down the final car of Klaue.
After an extended chase, they were driving down a steep hill. Over the first crest, both cars made it airborne. As they crashed back down, Nakia felt a spurt into her green thong under her dress. She focused on the chase, though, and kept her foot on the throttle. This proved to be a mistake, though, as they jumped over the second crest Klaue shot the car with a vibranium arm cannon. While the vibranium car took the hit and disintegrated to prevent the energy from injuring the passengers, the fear of the shot and the sensations of the car falling apart was too much and Nakia uncontrollably pissed herself as her car seat came to a halt. She grimaced as she realized she was sitting in a puddle of her own making, but her and Okoye quickly joined Agent Ross to continue the mission.
Chapter 9 Part 2.5: Okoye
Black Panther and Killmonger were fighting for supremacy down in the vibranium mines. Above, W’Kabi’s border troops were fighting Okoye’s Dora Milaje and M’Baku’s soldiers. The battle was long and the advantage swung between sides reguarly, though W’Kabi seemed to be about to pull victory from the jaws of defeat by releasing his battle rhinos. As the rhinos charged through the field, knocking troops aside by the fistful, one noticed M’Baku and charged straight for him. Okoye realized how critical he was as a warrior and for morale and was tired of this unnecessary infighting. She knew this rhino - it was W’Kabi’s, who was until today her partner. She had helped raise this rhino and decided to take the risk. She stood in front of M’Baku and dared the rhino to keep charging.
Despite her calling W’Kabi’s bluff, the fear of a giant rhino charging was too much and she involuntarily peed into her black leather pants under her ceremonial red robe. She was the picture of poise, though, and to her invisible relief, the rhino came to a stop and even licked her in the face. In the heat of the battle and in her black pants, there would be no evidence of her shame, and the victory her stunt would create over W’Kabi was worth the potential embarrassment.
Chapter 9 Part 3: Liz Toomes, Spider-Man: Homecoming
Liz Toomes was a normal high school student on a field trip. That’s why she couldn’t understand for the life of her why she was the one stuck in a malfunctioning elevator in the Washington Monument.
A glowing red crack appeared on the ceiling of the elevator. One of her fellow students pointed it out. Abe said, “Oh man, we are all going to die here.”
Liz tried to be the calm one. It was absurd, really, as they all wore their debate team jackets. She was the only one not, the lanky girl dressed in blue jeans and a red longsleeve. “Just stay calm, everyone.”
Fortunately, emergency responders opened a door above them and they pushed open the ceiling flap of the elevator to begin evacuating. Liz breathed deeply to stay calm. As the head of debate and the oldest as a senior, she had to project calmness for the others. She even managed to stay calm as Flash pushed her aside to be pushed through the roof by their debate teacher next. When the emergency responders lifted him up, though, the elevator jostled and she felt herself involuntarily pee for a second out of fear. A second later and the elevator snapped free and began accelerating. She screamed as she realized this was likely the end and her stomach dropped. She pissed freely, flowing down her blue jeans and her bowels evacuated noisily, filling her panties. They slowed to a stop for a second before it began descending again. A red figure dropped into their elevator as they continued to drop.
She suddenly realized it was Spider-Man. She felt immense relief as he shot out a web to slow them down and felt like he would save them. In the back of her head, she was embarrassed at her situation, but the intensity of the situation prevented her from focusing on it. Certainly, Spider-Man seemed not to notice and just said, “Don’t worry, I got you.”
He began lifting them up to the next set of doors. Liz could start to smell the urine and poop, but it wasn’t too strong and no one was paying attention given the circumstances. Eventually, they reached a set of doors and first responders began pulling everyone out. Liz hung back as she realized she was about to show to the world she had wet and messed herself, but that was a mistake. Before she could get off, the bottom half of the elevator dropped away and she was momentarily in free-fall again. Any last urine and poop she had in her escaped as she screamed, but Spider-Man caught her with a web. Unbeknownst to anyone, her pants were dripping piss down the shaft as he lifted her up. He reassured her. “You’re okay you’re okay!”
He set her down safely outside of the shaft. There was an awkward pause… Liz felt like he was staring at her. At that moment, though, Spider-Man dropped down the shaft and disappeared. The debate coach shouted an awkward “thank you” before they quickly hustled back to the hotel.
Liz was sure everyone noticed her accident, but everyone had the decency not to bring it up. She was their leader and senior, she dealt with everyone else’s BS, and it was a very understandable near-death experience. She was grateful no one ever brought it up to her if they did know, and she retired to her room to have a very needed shower.
Chapter 9 Part 3.5: Michelle Jones
Spider-Man did notice Liz’s accident and in his volatile teenage state it unlocked a bit of a secret of his… not just his secret identity, but an irresistible desire for desperation and accidents. Which is why, the next school year (a whole six years later since it was after the Blip), he was particularly attuned to Michelle’s bathroom habits. That’s when he realized he had a crush on MJ. Their Europe trip was one big tease fest. For instance, once Peter Parker opened the airplane bathroom and MJ was waiting. He stalled to clean up but also liked the idea of making her wait.
Or when they went back from the hotel after the Venice disaster. MJ went straight for the bathroom. Peter couldn’t help but wonder if she peed a little out of fright. Actually, given the water monster, they were all soaked and she could have wet herself without anyone knowing. The thought kept Peter awake. Additionally, when they were on the bridge discussing Peter’s identity in Berlin after the fight with the Fire Elemental, Spider-Man thought he smelled just a whiff of urine. Imagination in overdrive, he imagined she had witnessed their fight and peed out of fright. Certainly, having had to hold it through a long opera before the fight, she might have had to go. Unfortunately, discovering his so-called friend was a fraud and needing to stop him took precedence and he couldn’t dwell on the moment. Along with the emergency of her discovering his identity.
Fortunately, after he had defeated his enemy in London, MJ finally confessed she also had feelings for him and they agreed to go on a date. Their first date back in New York, since she knew his identity, was for her to give him a ride via spiderweb. Swinging through the city, MJ screamed in fright at the sheer speed and heights. By the time they landed, Peter felt a warmth on his leg and was certain she had peed a little on his suit. Her black jeans showed nothing, but she said, “Let’s… never do that again.”
Unfortunately, they were interrupted by billboard announcements that he was responsible for the London attacks. Their date cut short, he would have to jump into action to clear his name.
Chapter 9 Part 4: Scarlet Witch
Wanda Maximoff, otherwise known as Scarlet Witch, was walking Vision back to the train station. They had been secretly dating, stealing moments together since the Sokovia Accords as superheroes on the run. The night was cold but they were talking each other into staying together instead of going back to their roles. Unfortunately, they caught the news coverage of the attack on New York and Tony Stark’s disappearance. Vision said, “I have to go.”
“No, Vision. Vision, if that's true… then maybe going isn't the best idea.”
Suddenly, a hideous alien appeared behind Vision and stabbed him, Vision losing his human visage and returning to his red and gold appearance. Wanda screamed, “Vision!”
A spurt of piss escaped into her black jeans but she gathered red energy to respond to the attackers. As a second alien joined the first, they reached over for the Mind Stone on Vision’s forehead. This bought Wanda time to blast them both away. Vision gasped, “The blade. It stopped me from phasing.
“Is that even possible?”
“It isn't supposed to be. My systems are failing.
Scarlet Witch gestured over his gaping wound, using her magic to knit him back together. Vision continued, “I'm beginning to think... we should have stayed in bed.”
The skinny purple male alien suddenly arrived and knocked Scarlet Witch aside to grab Vision. Meanwhile, the female alien attacked Scarlet Witch with her staff. Wanda countered with her powers and they engaged in close quarters combat around a stone courtyard. Unbeknownst to Wanda, the staff could also fire energy, though, and the alien pulled off a shot that sent her flying. As she crashed into stone, she felt herself uncontrollably piss in her dark grey jeans. She forced herself to get back into combat. As she continued fighting, she heard Vision scream. She managed to blast the female alien into a truck and escape, flying over to Vision. The male alien had the upper hand, but she stepped forward menacingly, ignoring the wetness she felt down to her thighs. “Hands off.”
She blasted him away and grabbed Vision and took off. Unfortunately, a shot from the staff knocked them off course and they crashed into Waverley Train Station. The crash landing caused the rest of her bladder to empty, pooling around her prone body. She crawled over to Vision, ignoring her accident. “Come on. Come on. Come on, you gotta get up. You gotta get up. Come on. Hey. Hey. We have to go.”
Behind them, Proxima and Corvus crashed through the roof and advanced on them, brandishing their weapons. the Scarlet Witch got up and stood protectively in front of Vision, building power in her hands. She ignored the clear dark patch covering the front of her jeans. A little voice in the back of her head told her the aliens wouldn’t even know why she was wet. Fortunately, a shadowy figure stepped in exactly as the aliens attacked. It was Captain Steve Rogers. They would now have the upper hand.
Chapter 10: Valkyrie/Hela
The Valkyrie, Bruce Banner, and Thor. Together, they had their desperate plan in place. Brunnhilde would drop Thor off at the palace to draw Hela away while she and Bruce helped Heimdall evacuate the Asgardians off-planet.
Brunnhilde landed the Commodore and Thor handed her a turret he had "commandeered" earlier. "Here. Now this ship has a gun," he joked.
The Valkyrie smiled back. "I'll take it from here."
Thor pulled something white and blue out. "I found... uh... this. In the armory."
He handed it to Brunnhilde. It was her old uniform and armor. She felt a rush of emotions. Honor and pride to be a Valkyrie. Determination to succeed. Mourning at her lost comrades. And most of all... embarrassment. The uniform was great at giving the veneer of demigod, but the inside had been stained time and time again... she hoped he hadn't noticed. She looked back at him, expecting the worst. All Thor did, though, was smile and say, "Good luck."
She felt that lack of acknowledgement was a tacit sign of respect. She stood up suddenly. "Your majesty... don't die." Thor smiled faintly at the backhanded wish. Brunnhilde followed up, "You know what I mean."
Then, Bruce took the ship up and away.
Brunnhilde went into the bathroom to change. She stripped off the leather armor, beaten up, recently cleaned, though probably still smelling faintly of her bodily functions if she really tried to take a whiff, and stood in the bathroom in just her (new and clean) white panties. She eyed the toilet, wondering if she should try to go before the big fight. Bruce spoke over the intercom system at that moment, though. "We'll be there soon, make sure to set the turret up."
So. No time. Brunnhilde donned her armor over her underwear as fast as she could and stepped out. Her blue cape flowing behind her, she felt more confident than she ever had in her career. They were going to save Asgard. With that determination, she strapped the turret up and made ready to rain hell.
The ship flew to the refugee Asgardians trying to cross the Bifrost. Dead in their tracks was the Fenris wolf, a giant undead wolf larger than their ship. It began its charge at the Asgardians, running down the bridge.
"Now!" She shouted at Bruce. They broke through the clouds and she opened fire, too high up for the wolf to attack. The refugees backed away from the wolf, but on the other side was Hela's undead soldiers. They were caught in-between.
Despite raining a torrent of bullets, the wolf was merely slowed, not stopped. The turret ran out of bullets and for the first time that night, she felt a bit of fear creep up. With it, she was made to notice her full bladder and bowels. She pushed that aside and turned to Bruce. "This stupid thing won't die!"
Much to Brunnhilde's confusion, the mild-mannered and small Bruce Banner saw the fear on her face and reassured her, "Everything's gonna be alright now. I got this. You wanted to know who I am?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You'll see!"
Bruce then jumped out the ship. A knot formed in the Valkyrie's gut, fearing for him. To her astonishment, though, after a gruesome landing... he rose as the Hulk. The Hulk grabbed the wolf and threw them both into the water below the bridge, taking that threat away from the refugees.
Brunnhilde was quickly distracted by the undead soldiers jumping on the ship. She quickly jumped on the controls and tried to save it, but the soldiers ripped off as many bits and pieces as they could. She struggled to control the ship and realized she'd have to put the ship down as soon as possible. She focused on avoiding the refugees, ignoring the split second squirt as she crashed through the pillars and another, longer squirt as she smashed into the Bifrost and came to a stop.
Brunnhilde scanned out the window, wondering if she could get to the refugees in time. Fortunately, at that moment, a huge ship cleared the sky. She saw Loki and rebels from Sakaar drop in, picking up the refugees and fighting off the closest undead soldiers. Moments after, a huge lightning bolt crashed into the palace. Brunnhilde cleared the last soldiers off the ship and smiled at the sight. That had to be Thor.
Her confidence was rewarded by Thor charging across the Bifrost, casting aside undead soldiers with ease. Now was the time to push from the opposite end, Brummhilde thought. She lept out of the ship and marched her way towards the undead soldiers on her side, the Commodore shooting off fireworks in a last hurrah.
Undead soldiers approached her, but she dispatched them with ease. Despite her full feeling bladder and bowels, she was more self-assured than ever. Despite being brought back by the darkest of magic by the most powerful of goddesses, they were no match for a Valkyrie, permanently drunk or not.
Soon, the refugees and Sakaarans were all evacuated on board the space ship. Bruunhilde approached Loki and Thor as they met in the middle, bantering. As the Valkyrie approached, she saw Thor had lost an eye. Loki noticed as well, bluntly stating, "You're missing an eye."
The Valkyrie had no time to react, though. She saw what was at the end of the road approaching. She sped past the two brothers and said, "This isn't over."
The three regrouped and approached Hela cautiously. Bruunhilde watched in disbelief as Hela seemed without a scratch, despite Thor unleashing his full powers on him. The fear caused another squirt and Bruunhilde could feel the soaked crotch of her panties rubbing against her. Thor, too, seemed surprised, though he put a better face on it. "I think we should disband the Revengers..." he joked.
Loki wasn't giving up. "Hit her with a lightning blast."
Thor bickered, "I just hit her with the biggest lightning blast in the history of lightning and it did nothing!"
Bruunhilde tried to act confident. "We just need to hold her off until everyone's on board."
Thor shook his head. "It won't end there. The longer Hela's on Asgard the stronger she grows. She'll hunt us down. We need to stop her here and now."
"So what do we do?"
Thor looked back and hardened his resolve. "Asgard's not a place, it's a people. Loki... this was never about stopping Ragnarok, this was about starting it. Surtur's crown, the vault! It's the only way."
Loki understood and rushed to the vault to revive Surtur to cause the destruction of Asgard and hopefully destroy Hela and her power. Thor and Bruunhilde just had to distract her long enough.
Hela was close enough that Bruunhilde could see her now. She seemed untouched, her spikey crown covering her head, a black cape billowing, her skintight black suit showing off her curves. However, she was close enough Bruunhilde could see a darker splotch of black on her crotch... Thor's lightning had made an impact. Hela was scared. This was winnable.
Thor turned to the Valkyrie. "Shall we?"
Bruunhilde half-smiled and half-grimaced. "After you."
Thor launched into an attack, the Valkyrie close behind. As Hela dodged another of Thor's attacks, Bruunhilde lunged in, slashing at Hela with her sword. Hela grabbed her arms, stopping her cold, and threw her across the bridge. Thor lept over her and began the attack anew. The Valkyrie laid face down a moment as a fart forced its way out and a two second squirt leaked into her panties. As she stood up, she felt it trickle down her thighs. As Thor threw Hela across the bridge, Bruunhilde swore she saw the splotch grow larger, and that strengthened her resolve. However, she could barely hold Hela off long enough before getting thrown across the bridge herself before Thor could recover. This stalemate continued as the refugees attempted to escape, the Valkyrie leaving droplets of urine every time she fell back down.
After yet another toss across the bridge, Bruunhilde could feel her bowels giving way. A turd made its way down and she felt every detail of her anus opening up. She quickly tried to put the disgusted feeling out of her mind and crawl towards her sword, knowing Hela was right behind. As she crawled, she could fear the poop gain further ground, too afraid to be able to stop it. She knew Hela could throw a sword into her at any moment. From behind, she heard Thor call out, distracting her. Bruunhilde took the opportunity to grab the sword, her shit stopping at her panties. She turned around to see what Thor was referencing. Surtur had been reborn, blowing up the palace and growing to many times larger than the largest building in Asgard. It glowed red like the devil, its crown like horns. Hela gasped in fear for the first time. "No!"
From behind, Bruunhilde leapt at Hela as she was distracted, stabbing her into the ground to pin her down. The real victory, though, was hearing the rude noises come out of Hela's bottom. She heard, more than saw, Hela finally shit herself, farting and squelching as she fell to the ground. Bruunhilde could only imagine that her skintight suit was being stretched, covered by her cape. Bruunhilde slid out of the way as Thor struck Hela with lightning, pushing her section of the bridge into the water.
Bruunhilde sighed in relief, her underwear only a slight mess in comparison. She saw the refugee ship fly away and looked to Thor. "The people are safe. That's all that matters."
Thor agreed. They needed Surtur to destroy Asgard, destroying Hela's power and killing her. Suddenly, a green blur flew past the Valkyrie, surprising her. Another second leak sprung out of her before she realized - it was the Hulk! Thor yelled, "No! You moron!"
The Hulk attacked Surtur's crown before Surtur picked him up and threw him back at Thor and Bruunhilde. After a brief and tense argument, Thor convinced the Hulk not to smash, for once. The Hulk sullenly agreed and ran at the two Asgardians. Bruunhilde, fearing the Hulk running at her, backpedaled, now peeing freely; she left a trail of urine on the Bifrost in front of her. The Hulk, though, merely grabbed the two Asgardians before leaping onto the leaving refugee ship, allowing them all to escape. As they landed, Bruunhilde sighed in relief. Her bladder was empty, her chain mail was wet, but no one would notice. She was uncomfortable with the fact that a turd was half-out, but with effort, she kept it from slipping out and took solace that Hela had a much worse accident this time.
From the ship, they saw Hela attempt one last rise against Surtur, who smashed the God of Death back into the ground, presumably killing her. As the ship flew further and further away, Surtur continued his rampage, eventually shattering Asgard into pieces. Bruunhilde couldn't comprehend all of her emotions as she stood by Thor. It was her home for so long, but one she was away from equally as long. It represented her friends; it represented her loss. Thor was even more burdened, as he now had to stand up as king of Asgardians, reduced from the most powerful peoples to refugees. The Valkyrie couldn't wax philosophical for too long, though. She felt the rest of her bowels cramping, knowing she was on borrowed time. Thor proceeded to find someone to help with an eye patch, and Bruunhilde took that as her excuse to find a toilet.
Bruunhilde couldn't be seen as a Valkyrie just asking for a bathroom. She quietly found a female Asgardian and asked, "Where are our common rooms?" The woman pointed her down the hallway, and Bruunhilde did her best to walk in a dignified fashion, knowing that her buttcheeks were pushed apart by shit in that moment. She hoped no one could smell it, though given the crowd, the sweat, and the aliens, she doubted she was making many waves there.
As she predicted, she found the common rooms and the bathrooms right by. She quickly entered and took a stall, thankful most people were outside watching the destruction of Asgard, not using the bathroom. She paused as she felt another cramp and she could feel her bowels descending. She was out of time! She had to undo all the armor plates covering and holding together her one piece mesh suit. As she did so, she felt the piece of poop stuck halfway in her continue its exit, pushing her panties back. She quickly undid her suit and shimmied out of the one piece, but it was too late - her panties showed a brown stain centered around an orange-sized bulge. She stood there, ceremonial armor at her feet, just in her panties, as the second act followed, preceded by several loud and wet farts. She just stood there, shocked at how close she was but still messing herself, as the bulge grew to the size of a grapefruit. She looked down and saw her crotch was also soaked and yellow, her white panties hiding nothing. She carefully lowered her underwear and dumped the contents as she let the rest out. She took off her underwear completely and threw it away, dabbing her armor dry. After cleaning herself up, a ritual she was now used to, she donned her armor sans underwear and realized that no one knew and she had gotten away with it. Cheered, she proceeded to leave the stall, ready to be the defender of Asgardians once more. |
Hey all, with the isolation going on, here's the next chapter. I only have one more chapter planned after this. Messing warning.
Chapter 11: Hope & Ava Starr
Hope, the daughter of Hank Pym, was walking into Sonny Burch’s restaurant to meet with the slimeball Sonny himself. Despite hating his guts, he was the only lead for her to buy a part she and Hank needed to build a quantum tunnel to find her mom. She was wearing black pants, a black top, and a black jacket and she could feel Sonny check her out as she sat down. She suppressed a shudder of disgust. Sonny greeted her with her fake name. “Ah. Susan! Welcome to Oui! Oui is French for yes…”
Sonny launched into a salesman pitch about his restaurant. Hope ignored him as she noticed an uncomfortable bloatedness and had to hold back a fart. She set down cash for Sonny, expecting to buy a part from him for their quantum tunnel. She said, “Well, let’s hope it also means yes to do you have the component I ordered?”
He laughed. “Have a seat, Susan.”
Wanting to spend as little time around Sonny as possible and wanting to get out ASAP so she could go to the bathroom, she declined to sit. However, Sonny seemed to be onto her. He said, “You know, I have a special friend at the FBI. He tells me things I didn’t previously know. For example, your name isn’t Susan. It’s Hope Van Dyne.”
One of Sonny’s goons pulled out a seat at the table and Hope reluctantly sat down. She tried to look calm but her bowels twisted as she came to grips with the fact that Sonny knew who she was and that this was likely to get complicated.
Sonny continued, “You think that I don't know what you've been building? With all of this? Quantum technology. And you can forget nano-tech. Forget AI. Forget cryptocurrency. Quantum energy is the future. It's the next gold rush. I want in, Hope. So, as a gesture of goodwill, I've taken the liberty of arranging some buyers for your lab. Starting bid? One billion dollars.”
Hope replied, ignoring her gut, “Thank you,Sonny. Really. But my father and I have something slightly more pressing than starting a business. So, I'll just take the component. As arranged.”
“My buyers don't take no for an answer. So, we're either in business together, or we aren't in business together.”
Hope’s face tensed a little due to the implied threat. She clenched her butt as a silent fart escaped from her churning and nervous bowels. She remained calm outwardly, though, as she said, “Then, I guess we aren't.”
“You can go. But, I'm afraid your money's gonna have to remain. Let's call it compensation for my injured feelings.”
“Listen, Sonny. This is gonna be so much easier on everybody if you just give me that component.”
“No, the only thing you're taking from here is my heart. But it will mend in time.”
Hope walked away, pretending to be outdone. She slipped into a bathroom near the exit of the restaurant. She looked longingly at the stalls, but as she removed her clothes to reveal her tight Wasp suit underneath, she knew it would take too long to undress and go and re-dress. She looked down and saw her belly bulge a little with her need to poop before she shrank and stepped out. Sonny and his goons were walking out right at that moment and she flew in, knocking one guy out cleanly.
Everyone stood back in shock and she used the moment to go full-sized and knock out three more guys. Through a combination of shrinking and un-shrinking, she had the upper hand in combat and easily took out the men Sonny sent at her. She felt so good about her skills that she didn’t even feel the urge to go as adrenaline took over. Sonny and his closest bodyguards began to run away as they realized they were no match.
Hope shrank and flew up to the ceiling to see which man had the component briefcase and saw he ran into the kitchen. She flew in through a window and threw a salt shaker, growing it in size so the man ran into it and knocked himself out. Another fistfight followed, but the remaining men were no match and soon Hope had the money and the component. She walked towards the exit, dropping off the money with a stunned Sonny (and crop dusting him with a relieving fart, much to her internal satisfaction).
Hope’s victory was short lived. In front of her was a humanoid in a full grey suit, hooded, phasing in and out of reality. She saw nothing like it before and quivered in fear for a moment. It phased out of existence and Hope put her helmet back on, expecting a fight. Even so, she didn’t expect it to reappear right in front of her and she couldn’t land a hit as it phased through her and grabbed the component. She shrank and managed to surprise it and land a punch, but it disappeared before she could follow up. It reappeared and grabbed her from behind, throwing her into a table.
The weight of falling on the table pushed a spurt of piss out of her along with another fart. She stumbled backwards away from the unknown woman out of fear, another unseen spurt escaping. She shrank to disappear then regrew, kicking a cart at the enemy. She phased, though, and walked unimpeded.
As the stranger stalked Hope across the room, Hope shrank at the last second to avoid the hit. The exertion released the rest of her urine, but as she peed freely in her miniature mode, she faintly realized her accident shrank, too, and her dark colored suit showed little discoloration. However, when she returned to normal size, the stranger was ready and grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into a pillar. The fear of choking and force of the hit caused Hope to lose control again, and she noisily farted as a turd escaped and curled up in her suit. She clenched shut, feeling more coming, but she irrationally felt relief simultaneously as she was choked due to the release of pressure and lessened bloating.
Fortunately, Scott showed up in the Ant-Man suit and defeated the intruder. They rushed back to the van, but the intruder had beaten them there and stolen their lab. As they bickered on where to go in the enclosed van, Hope could start to smell herself and hoped the others didn’t4 notice. To Hope’s secret relief, they agreed quickly to go to Luis’s security firm. As Hope settled into the driver’s seat, wincing as she felt the mess squish, she suggested stopping at a gas station to change so they didn’t show up in their suits. She, of course, had other concerns.
They soon pulled into a gas station and Scott and Hope walked in with a change of clothes. They ignored the odd look by the cashier. Scott slipped in immediately but Hope had to wait for a patron to finish. As she waited, her half-released load came back with a vengeance and she let out muffled farts as she paced. A couple minutes in, Scott left his room changed and Hope slipped in before he could talk to her. She felt her anus open up at the sight of the toilet. She shut and locked the door, but it was too late. She uncontrollably pooped herself next to the toilet. She just stood there in shock. After, she could see a clear bulge in the mirror. She gingerly took off her suit, now in just her bra and full cut black underwear. She dumped the load out and threw away her stained underwear before getting to the work of cleaning and changing.
Part 2
Ava Starr, known as Ghost, was finally about to succeed in piecing herself back together. Using Janet in the quantum realm, she would stop her phasing that was tearing her apart. No one was left to stop her. She started the procedure and locked herself in the chamber to regenerate herself.
She was almost surprised when she felt it working. The phasing lessened and she could feel herself in less pain, not tearing herself apart. What she hadn’t considered was that with her phasing, it had been all day since she had used the bathroom. She hadn’t even been connected to reality enough today to notice. Suddenly, her body intact, it noticed a full day’s worth of desperation. Immediately, a spurt of piss escaped and a fart released, stinking up her own chamber. Her knees buckled as she held it, but she didn’t care much now that her life wasn’t about to end.
However, her victory was short-lived. Ant-Man and the Wasp entered and immediately pulled the plug. Enraged, she kicked open the door and first kicked Ant-Man across the room. However, fighting both at once in her weakened state was too much. Ant-Man kicked her in the gut when she was unphased and she involuntarily peed as the first half of a turd escaped, hanging on. She didn’t even notice the strange sensation of phasing mid-accident due to her pain. Wasp followed up with her own kick, and this one sent her flying and the rest of the turd escaped. As she stood up, the grey suit hid none of the urine as her crotch was dark and her legs followed suit. She didn’t care, though, and chased after the Wasp.
Hank and Janet, in that moment, came out of the quantum realm. The vehicle crashed into Ava, and as she flew into the wall and into momentary unconsciousness, she vaguely wondered what would happen to her accident when her molecules ripped themselves apart.
A few minutes later, she awoke with a start. She was uncontrollably phasing. The others, like Hank, Scott, and Hope backed away in fear. Ava was just scared, though, defeated and facing imminent death. She stumbled towards them, unsure what she wanted. Janet, however, came closer and put her hands on her head. Somehow, Janet stabilized Ava. Ava began crying and laughing out of relief and the two strangers, one almost killing the other earlier, hugged.
Ava was now in solid state and her earlier desperation returned. She had already pissed herself, her suit legs darkened, but the remaining poop escaped quietly as she hugged. She didn’t care once again, this time due to relief. Her tight suit showed a clear bulge, but no one bothered noticing given the weight of what had just occurred. Unfortunately, Luis then announced the police were present, and Ava had to escape once again instead of cleaning up. Now, at least, she would live to fight another day after escaping. |
Hey all, I sort of lost steam and actually haven't had time in these quarantine times to do more, but wanted to finish this to wrap it up, so here it is.
Okoye was in full ceremonial garb - her red and brown Dora Milaje uniform, tinged with vibranium, was on as she grabbed her spear. Their sensors had picked up a spaceship’s entrance on Earth above the Avengers facility. It had to be Thanos. She rushed to gather the troops. Based on the last battle, she doubted the surviving Avengers could even last as long as the time it would take for them to fly over. As she issued commands, she realised her bladder and bowels were sending her signals, but she pushed them aside. Duty called.
Shuri awoke with a start. She felt unreal - like she had awoken from a deep slumber. Her last memory was fighting Thanos’s troops… then… did Thanos win? She looked around, perplexed. Hundreds of Wakandan troops were on the ground, picking themselves up and looking around wildly. Out of the trees walked out their king, T’Challa - or Black Panther. So, did Thanos win? Where was he? Her thoughts were interrupted by a piercing stab of desperation and she crossed her legs in her leather and vibranium outfit. She remembered she desperately had to pee as the battle dragged on...
Mantis quickly got up, touching herself all over to convince herself she existed. She last remembered turning into dust… And having to pee. She was no longer dust, but her bladder ached. She looked around. Did she just come back? How long was she out for? She saw Dr. Strange gathering everyone. She followed Quill and others, keeping her legs shuffling slightly to ease the urge to pee. Dr. Strange explained, “Thanos succeeded but we’ve been brought back. There isn’t time to explain; I must open a portal immediately for us to rejoin the others and defeat Thanos.”
First, though, Dr. Strange opened a portal to communicate to others in his order. He told them to open a portal for other Avengers and allies, such as Wakanda. Mantis listened in agony, knowing she had to pee but knowing there was not enough time to go before the batt4l.e Even if there was time, who knows where she could pee in privacy on this dead planet. She wondered if she would survive another fight with Thanos. Would her bladder survive?
As Okoye organised the formation of Wakanda’s troops, scouts reported that a large group of soldiers and T’Challa himself had reappeared. For a moment, Okoye forgot her desperation as she could not believe the good news. She was both skeptical and joyous. She was not far from the old battlefield and to her shock, T’Challa soon appeared before her alongside Shuri. He said, “Are you ready to fight Thanos again?”
Okoye stood up straighter. “Your highness, Wakanda is at your command.”
As she stood up at attention, a silent fart and split second leak escaped, unseen and unheard. Her ears burned with embarrassment. What she did not know was in that moment, Shuri had leaked as well, having been unable to stop for a bathroom. In fact, Shuri was about to excuse herself when an orange circle appeared. A strange man dressed in a yellow robe appeared. He said, “Your highness. Dr. Strange sent me. I and my comrades are to open portals for you and your troops to join the fight against Thanos.”
T’Challa nodded, seemingly unperturbed by a stranger appearing. Shuri and Okoye, meanwhile, had let out another leak in surprise at the sight. T’Challa began the work of organising their troops on the field with the stranger and his companions leading to open portals when they were all assembled. Okoye and Shuri joined the efforts, rueing the inability to take a break but both grateful for the distraction from their urges.
Back on Titan, Dr. Strange announced that everyone was in position and to be ready for battle. He opened a portal, showing a desolate, bombarded brown field. He and the Guardians of the Galaxy stepped through to face Thanos and his army. As she walked through, Mantis felt an almighty pressure on her bladder. With battle imminent, she just gave up and piss gushed into her leather black pants, soaking the new ground she stood on. The moment felt heroic but that feeling was ruined for her by her accident. Funnily enough, little showed on her black pants and given the horde of enemies in front of her, she was glad to put it out of her mind.
A few hundred feet away, Okoye and Shuri stood beside Black Panther. They appeared regal and ready to save the day. Only Okoye knew that underneath her red top that covered her rear and inside her leather and vibranium black pants, her cheeks were split open by a log about to escape. Her crotch felt damp, but she felt blessed her uniform bottom was black. Shuri’s bottom was a mixture of dark brown and blue, but it too showed little, which Shuri was thankful for. She had leaked multiple times as they prepared the troops, and she knew underneath she was soaked.
Scarlet Witch flew in and landed beside the Asgardians that had heeded Dr. Strange’s call. Valkyrie had gathered up troops with just few minutes to spare, and as she sat on her winged horse in her white armor, she felt her cheeks clench and bemoaned that she did not have time to stop at the bathroom first. In fact, she was headed to the bathroom when they were called upon, and she had put the needs of the Avengers above her own. Given her weak bladder and bowels, she doubted she could last the battle, but the situation was too dire for her to fret.
Scarlet Witch had been returned to life from Wakanda and as she prepared for battle, she realized she had needed to go by the end of that battle but never got the chance. Now returned, her desperation also returned anew, but she put that thought aside to focus on having her revenge on Thanos for taking away her beloved Vision.
Wasp, too, had been returned to life and had no time to attend to her bodily needs before suiting up and joining the battle. The adrenaline kept her thoughts at bay, but she remembered clearly her last accident battling Ghost.
Pepper Potts, too, had gotten the call and she was determined to be by Tony Stark’s side. She made sure Morgan was in bed, called Happy to babysit, and immediately went to Tony’s lab. Tony had made her an Iron Man suit, blue and fitted to her, which she donned as quickly as she could to fly through a portal. She had been practicing because she knew this day would come.
Only after she arrived did she realize she had to use the bathroom. F.R.I.D.A.Y., the AI integrated in the suit, could obviously read her biometrics and knew the same. It spoke to her in her comms, “Pepper, your need to empty your bladder and bowels will distract you from the upcoming fight. I recommend you go in the suit. The suit will not be harmed and can accommodate it to not distract you.”
Pepper’s ears burned with embarrassment. This was her moment to stand by Tony, not be babysat. She ignored F.R.I.D.A.Y. and surveyed the battlefield. Captain America stood at the front, facing down Thanos and his alien horde. A moment of stillness hung as Pepper resisted the urge to cross her legs in metal armor before he called on them to assemble. Troops shouted out and ran after Captain America to meet the foes head on as Thanos called on them to charge as well. Pepper steeled her resolve and put her desperation aside to focus on the battle.
As she ran, Shuri could feel a leak with every footstep. She found it surprisingly easy to ignore, though, with the loud din of everyone yelling and sprinting into battle. She finally went ahead and let herself pee freely, feeling the warmth spread down her legs. By the time she met the enemies and began firing on them, she was empty and could not care less, her accident difficult to see even in normal circumstances.
Okoye involuntarily emptied her bladder as she ran as well, but she was less nonchalant as she could feel her poop come dangerously close to escaping. She clenched her butt as tightly as she could while running, trying to focus on that and running and preparing for battle and peeing at the same time. Giving up on her bladder allowed her to keep from messing herself while running, but fighting was another matter. She parried an attack with her spear before counterattacking, but the impact caused the first half of a log to escape and hang out. Even amidst the battle where no one could notice, she felt embarrassment course through her.
Pepper was similarly embarrassed as she fought. She was not trained for combat, and the sheer force of impact from shooting things or getting hit often stunned or frightened her, and she felt herself leak more than once. After a particularly intense moment shooting lasers in the air, F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke up. “You have leaked 68 millilitres of urine and have had six bouts of flatulence. With release, your combat efficiency will go up fifteen percent. Pepper gritted her teeth and kept fighting in both senses.
Meanwhile, Gamora had just shot those attacking “Star-Lord.” He looked stunned as he got up to approach her. “Gamora… I thought I lost you.”
She suddenly realised this is who Nebula said she would fall in love with in the future. He put his hand on her cheek and the human contact and her disgust to him was more intense than any fight and she spurted pee out of shock and surprise. She didn’t let it show and grabbed his hand, twisting it, before knee-ing him in the testicles. “Don’t. Touch.”
Back at the front lines, Okoye was being pushed back. She couldn’t hold it any longer and as she parried blow after blow with her spear, the log finished escaping and curled up in her seat. She took the relief to get her second wind and counterattacked, killing all her nearby attackers. Black Panther looked approvingly at her skills, probably not realising she had a load in her pants while she did it. She conceded her desperation was interrupting her abilities and took the momentary lull to relax her butt muscles as a second and third log flowed out easily, bulging out her black pants but generally hidden due to the flowing red tail from the harness over her body suit. Pants full, bowels relieved, and ears hot with embarrassment, she jumped back into battle, ignoring how her load swung back and forth with her movements.
Pepper, too, was clearly slowed by her desperation. F.R.I.D.A.Y. gave her another update. “You have leaked 279 millilitres of urine and released 44 grams of feces. Combat efficiency is reduced by 27%. Please seek relief.”
It didn’t matter what Pepper wanted. As she fired shot after shot at the incoming horde, her spurts turned into a dribble that turned into a stream. Her ass opened up and the rest of her first log slowly snaked out. She ignored it and concentrated her fire, the only sign of her accident from the outside the fact she stood planted in one place, feet apart, as she fired shots and peed and pooped. Enemies came in fast and furious, but she held her ground and the onslaught slowed temporarily as she finished peeing and pooping. She did feel relieved, and the suit made her feel like she barely had an accident. She really should have gone sooner. F.R.I.D.A.Y. sounded happy, as well. “604 millilitres of urine released and 622 grams of feces released. Combat efficiency near optimal.”
Pepper ignored F.R.I.D.A.Y. yet again and jumped back into the fight.
Scarlet Witch approached Thanos, both to distract him from them trying to run the gauntlet to the quantum tunnel where Ant-Man and the Wasp waited and to get her revenge for Vision. She warped three huge boulders at him as she flew in, ignoring the minor spurt of piss from her overfull bladder as she landed. She continued to fire bolts of red energy at him, gaining the upper hand as her rage allowed her to send his blade flying away. She entrapped and lifted him up the air, the sheer energy beginning to rip his armor apart. Her anger and concentration and effort was so great she didn’t notice a small dribble began and started to leak into her jeans, spreading a small dark spot around her crotch.
However, before she could incapacitate him, he called on his spaceship to fire down upon them, killing both the Avengers’ allies and Thanos’s own troops indiscriminately. Scarlet Witch had no choice but to let him go to protect herself and a bolt landed beside her, sending her flying. She crashed into the ground, the impact causing her to fully piss herself.
The bombardment stopped Spider-Man’s run with the gauntlet before Pepper saved him and hoisted him on Valkyrie’s winged steed. Unbeknownst to Spider-Man, Valkyrie had already leaked multiple times in fear, but she focused on getting the gauntlet to the van with the portal amidst the bombardment. It took all her concentration to steer her winged horse between missiles and soon she faintly noticed she was peeing freely into her armor, likely out of stress and urgency and fear. Fortunately, Spider-Man was so focused on hanging on for dear life that he didn’t notice the trails running down her legs or her horse’s sides. She hoped her horse didn’t care…
The cannons were too intense and a shot exploded nearby, sending them spiraling and Spider-Man falling to the ground. Valkyrie hugged her horse’s neck, praying her steed would get its bearings before they crashed to the Earth. She could feel her bowels descend in fear as they fell but could do nothing to hold it back as her butt lifted off her horse’s back and she violently and loudly messed herself. A whole load came out at once and she swore could hear the squelches and farts over the din of explosions around her.
Suddenly, the bombardment stopped and Valkyrie gingerly sat back down, hoping her cape hid her presumably brown rear in her white armor. Her horse didn’t seem to notice or care as they took back off into the air to rejoin the battle.
The carnage stopped as the ship turned to face a new threat. Captain Marvel finally arrived, flying through the ship and destroying it like it was paper. She had saved them for the time being. The other Avengers were in awe. Little did they know she had been on a mission on a different planet and had flown straight to Earth, forgoing any break for rest or bodily needs.
She landed by Spider-Man and the gauntlet. He mumbled, “Hey… I’m… Peter Parker.”
She smiled. “Hey Peter Parker. You got something for me?”
He handed the gauntlet to her. He nodded at the oncoming horde. “I don’t know how you’re getting through that.”
A slew of superheroes arrived to punch a line for Captain Marvel. Scarlet Witch showed up first. “Don’t worry.”
Okoye arrived second. “She’s got help.”
As more female superheroes showed up, Captain Marvel couldn’t help but notice the faint smell of piss and shit. She wondered who had an accident but knew she was uncomfortably full as well and it could very well be her next. She committed to finishing the mission before that happened.
Unbeknownst to her, Wasp was the only superhero beside her who didn’t have an accident yet. Scarlet Witch’s dark jeans were soaked. Shuri’s leather pants and Mantis’s were as well. Okoye’s red uniform hid the bulge in her pants while Gamora had a plate-sized wet spot on her brown pants. Valkyrie’s pants were utterly ruined, her accident only hidden by her cape. Pepper Potts was only spared embarrassment by her suit. Wasp had left Ant-Man alone to help since he had the tunnel covered, or so she said. She had really left so she could let out some long and loud and embarrassing farts away from him. She could feel the tip of a turd sticking out and swore her crotch was wet but she steeled herself for battle. At least she could have her accident away from Ant-Man, who looked up to her.
They charged the oncoming horde. Wasp shrunk to surprise attack the first wave. The first punch she threw coincided with a two second spurt. She hit another alien with her knee and half of the log slipped out. Over the next couple of minutes, every hit she landed or landed on her resulted in a little bigger of an accident. After a few minutes of intense close quarters combat, she was empty and could feel the soaked inside of her suit, though its dark blue hid her wetness. Its tight form did not hide the orange-sized bulge in the back, though. She sighed, but after taking stock and knowing there was nothing she could do, she shrunk down to fly towards a new group of enemies to fight.
Captain Marvel, meanwhile, was flying towards the van, but right before she arrived Thanos thwarted her by throwing his sword into the van, blowing up the quantum tunnel. Captain Marvel flew backwards, sending the gauntlet elsewhere and her into boulders. As she tumbled into rocks, she could feel her bladder involuntarily contract and a spurt of piss escaped, along with another as she came to a stop.
She got up groggily and realised Thanos was almost to the gauntlet, having pushed aside Iron Man, Captain America, and Thor. She flew in, swinging a hard punch to knock him away. She deflected his counterpunch and swung again into his face, pushing him back. She reached for the gauntlet in his hand, but he grabbed her arm and swung her around. She flew away, peeing for another two seconds as she crashed into a boulder. She involuntarily farted as well. Thanos put on the gauntlet and prepared to snap, but Captain Marvel flew back and grabbed his fingers, preventing him from closing his fist. The effort and exertion required to draw even in a tug of war with Thanos meant Captain Marvel began to pee freely, the warmth spreading inside her suit. Despite that, she began to win and overpower him. However, he grabbed a stone out of the gauntlet to use against her. She realised too late his plan and her eyes widened as she let loose the first log out of fear. He punched her with the stone, sending her flying back. As she was knocked out momentarily, she involuntarily let out the rest of her load, creating a large bulge in her red and blue uniform.
Fortunately for the Avengers, Iron Man came to the rescue to battle Thanos and steal the stones back. He sacrificed his life to use the stones against Thanos, ending the threat. Given the enormity of the battle and the overwhelming sadness they all felt over Tony Stark’s sacrifice, no one paid any mind to the accidents of the female superheroes. What mattered was honoring Tony and putting together the pieces of their world after their victory. |
Hi all,
Long time lurker here! I have been writing a couple of stories for myself, so figured I might as well post them here.
Feedback is greatly appreciated, would like to write more in the future.
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All similarities to an existing person is not intended by the author and is either a coincidence or the product of your own troubled imagination.
Carolina woke up as usual around 8. This was the start of another full-of-events day, and she had a lot to do. First her usual morning routine, then she had to rush off to the city center, to finish an advertisement she was working on with her main sponsor. Then she would go eat with her coach, and speak about her tournament in Dubaï next week. After that she would go to the sport complex, to train a few hours. But before that she knew there would be fans waiting for her, and she would be expected to sign of few tennis balls or t-shirts. This was usual for a star such as was Carolina.
Carolina few started to dress. She was a very elegant young lady, and she needed to appear a classy and appealing as she could, this was important for her fame. She chose a cute white and pink top, a denim jacket and her favorite blue skirt. After that, Carolina considered for a few seconds if she should visit the bathroom. She had been out to the pub last evening, drinking a few ciders, and chatting with friends, and had had no need to empty her bladder at that time. Indeed, Carolina had developed a copious bladder capacity over the years, coming from her wish to always stay hydrated, her lack of time and her love for cider. Finally, pondering all this, she decided that she would go at her sponsor’s office quickly, as she was afraid of being late, the appointment being at 9 already. Anyway, her need wasn’t so urgent right now, she knew she could hold much more.
In the kitchen, she had a bowl of cereal and a big glass of orange juice, then quickly took a shower. Although the water running on her was making her feel the need to piss, she wasn’t too keen about soiling her shower, and thus kept her bladder gates closed. After that she spent some time doing her make-up and brushing her teeth. She had a long look in the mirror: she was stunning, with her long golden hair, her gently sparkling blue eyes and her cute and round face.
A moment later, Carolina was in her car, taking the direction of the city center. She parked in front of her sponsor’s office, and then took a few gulps of her 1 liter bottle she always had with her. She had to stay hydrated! Then the shooting began. It was quite long, as the team was expecting a lot from her, and they had to do many takes before finally being satisfied, at around 11.30 During that time, she finished drinking up her bottle, and filled it again. She even started drinking it before they finally finished.
Her bladder was now feeling quite full, but Carolina was used to it, so she decided to already go to the restaurant to meet with her coach, as she didn’t like being late.
She showed up there at around 12. She had to wait 5 minutes for her coach, so to pass time, she finished drinking her bottle. When he finally arrived, they entered the restaurant and sat. Almost immediately, the server came and asked for their orders. Carolina took a plate of pasta, as she needed energy for her afternoon, as well as a big coke. They ate slowly, because they were busy speaking about competition, and during the whole lunch, Carolina was feeling her bladder swelling and becoming larger and larger. It was pushing on the waistline of her skirt, and she had to discretely pull up her skirt in order to ease the pressure. But despite all the fullness and desperation, she was not ready to go relieve herself. Rushing to the toilets to piss an absolute waterfall would not look professional, and anyway she hated dashing to the ladies when she had company. She would thus keep holding.
When they finished at the restaurant, she took the car again, this time with her coach. They arrived at the training center, parked and entered the building. Inside, they were at least 2 dozens of enthusiastic fans waiting for her. Forgetting the cries of her bladder, Carolina started signing the items they had brought with them, also exchanging a few words and smiles. Being admired and loved by her fans is much more important than getting rid of this useless piss in her bladder.
This lasted for almost half an hour, and during all that time, Carolina had to keep the control over her bladder, without making it look like she needed to piss. It was a very difficult task, she was sweeting and she felt tired. Also, her bladder was now bulging quite noticeably under her skirt, and she was afraid people would think she was pregnant, or just fat.
When finally, every fan was satisfied, Carolina decided that it was time to allow herself some relief. She knew she would not be able to play with a bladder that was filled to the brim, and she realized that she had already shown her bloated belly to too much people. She calmly walked to the toilets, closed the door, and then quickly rushed to the cubicle, lowered her skirt and knickers, and let the piss flow.
Her stream rushed out of her with such strength that she couldn’t control it, and it ended up hitting the side of the bowl, splashing everything in the process, including the floor and her tights. But she was so full that for half a minute, she was not able to reduce the piss flow. Carolina loved it. In her opinion, finally being able to piss after holding for ages was one of the best feeling ever. Only when she was, after holding for so long, feeling her bladder starting to deflate was she able to control her pee again. She was now peeing less strongly, but Caro was so full that it kept going on and on for almost 2 other minutes, before finally coming to an end.
She then carefully wiped herself, included her soaked tights. She could not do anything about the puddle of piss on the floor, so she just washed her hands and got out. She still had a long day ahead of her, with a lot of fluid to consume, and maybe who knows, another great relief in the end. |
Hi this is my first time posting, been lurking around for a while, inspired by a great magical fantasy story but discontinued by Lilia, 'A little assistance' :
https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/34663-a-little-assistance/?page=5
Hence, I rewrote parts of the story and added new stuff. At first I wrote it for my own enjoyment, but I decided to share it here. Hope you will like it too!
Ringgg...a hand slammed the snooze the button of an alarm clock. Ashley woke up and rubbed her eyes. Crap, it's 8am already? I'm gonna be late for class!
She brushed her teeth and picked her choice of clothing of today: a simple blue top and ... Where did her knee length skirt went? She couldn't find it anywhere in her closet. The school she was in was quite lenient in terms of dress code, a female's skirt may not go below her fingertips with her hands by the side. Failing that, there would be a severe punishment with inclusive of detention .
But all she could find was a dusty pleated white silk skirt that is way too short for her liking. It's her favourite skirt when she was younger, now neglected. It's at least 20cm above her knees, up to her wrist. Falling short of the school rules. Not to mention it's tight and er... A bit translucent. She blushed as the thought of her crush accidentally seeing her lacy pink panties...
She has been neglecting to do her laundry recently. No matter... Its just a day and she had to get to class on time or professor Gord will be angry again.
She shook her head, clearing the thoughts out of her mind. 'I haven't got the time for this. It will have to do. ' she wore her clothes and head to the kitchen for breakfast.
She found a note from her loving mum : prepared a sunny side up and cereal for you, make sure to finish the cartoon of orange juice, it's expiry date is tomorrow. With love, your mum
Ashley glanced inside the cartoon box, half of the cartoon about 500ML remained. Orange juice was her favourite! She chugged the whole carton and finished her breakfast while waiting for the coffee to brew. She glanced at her watch worryingly, should she skip her coffee? She was already late for school, on the other hand she needed the coffee to energise herself before the exams later. 'Wait. A few more minutes couldn't hurt.' She thought to herself.
After quickly drinking her coffee she went out of the house, running to school. All this coffee is making her thirsty. She took out her bottle and chugged absent mindly, almost finishing half of her one litre bottle. Suddenly, Ashley felt a pang in her bladder,reminding her of her impending need to pee. 'Crap, in my rush I forgot to take my morning toilet break. There will be time later... I hope.'
Her school, the Arcane magic academy was a prestigious and well known school in the lands of Lucannia. Three massive buildings formed the campus, block A, where classes are conducted, block B where facilities are located and block C, the staffroom block.
Her call for nature's needs was getting hard to ignore. She rushed for the toilet in block B, but bumped into danial on the way there.
"Hey, Ashley!", Daniel waved at her.
"H... Hi Daniel", she blushed upon seeing her crush walking towards her.
Daniel passed her a purple potion. "Could you test out this potion for me later? It's for improving memory. Don't worry, it's safe this time!" he beamed at her.
"Oh, um I'm not sure-"
"I know I messed up the previous potion but this one works just fine. For guys anyways, I just need a girl to test it out." Daniel pleaded with his puppy eyes.
"Allright, ill drink them later. I need to head to the toil-"
"AWESOME, THANKS A LOT", Daniel hugged her as she face turned beetroot red.
"S... Sure."
"Cya at class later!" Daniel walked away, bouncing with joy.
She quickly gulped down the potion without much thought. So far no effect. 'Oh no, I am gonna be late' No time for toilet she thought as she rushed to class.
"Ahhh. MISS ASHLEY. Late again I see. Stay back after your class ends. ", Professor Gord gave a disapproving look before waving her to sit.
"Sorry Mr Gord, won't happen again.", Ashley quickly took her seat, groaning as it puts pressure on her already full bladder.
Colin, her best friend, glanced at her, unaware of her troubles.
"Ashley, I gotta pee, haven't went since yesterday night, drank too much water.", she whispered.
Ashley saw through the corner of her eyes that Colin was bouncing up and down, shifting her crossed legs constantly.
"Ask for permission to go toilet?", a concerned Ashley asked.
"You know Mr Gord will not allow no matter how urgent, I regretted drinking that bottle of green tea. Your bladder must be empty right? Could you please do a transfer spell? Just a third of my urine to yours and I can last till the end of the day", Colin pleaded.
"Um, I need to-", Ashley nervously replied but got cut off.
"Shhh I know you need to focus on your studies but just this once please?", Colin was on the verge of bursting, with her hands stuck at her crotch.
Ashley was a soft hearted girl and she could not refuse a best friend's request. Her own bladder still has room, and Colin's bladder bulged from her waistline, telltale signs of a full to the brim bladder. 'Its just a third of her urine. I can do this'
She put one hand on her belly and the other on Colin's as she chants the transfer spell.
Ashley winced as her bladder suddenly grows larger, protesting from the sudden amount of urine from another girl. She almost leaked as the force of the pressure pressed against her sphincter muscles struggling to keep contain all the fluid, 'It was not supposed to be this much. I accidentally transfered half instead of a third of her bladder volume to mine.' she bended over and slammed her legs together.
Colin sighed in relief as her bladder relaxed with half the contents gone. "Are you okay?" she asked her best friend, surprised that she looks more urgent.
"Yeap am good, just feeling the need to go toilet." Ashley looked away.
"You will be fine, it's only one third of my urine. Thanks a lot!" she smiled and clapped Ashley in the back.
Ashley strengthened her resolve, intending to last till the end of class. Only Fifteen minutes more. 'Am a big girl, surely I can wait, its not even that urgent.' she lied to herself, glancing at the clock, willing to it go faster. |
Lori pulled into the parking lot and slowly guided her car into an open spot. She looked briefly in the rear-view mirror and brushed her shoulder-length chestnut hair behind her ear. Hopping out of the car, Lori pulled her jacket snug around her shoulders as she made her way into the bookstore. She kept her hands in her pockets as she stomped the snow and slush off of her fur-rimmed boots that came up about mid-calf.
The store was warm, at least compared to the frigid day outside. Lori's light skin had a reddish glow along her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as she got acclimated to the warmer temperatures inside. Her small silver necklace nestled snugly against her upper chest, terminating just above the cleavage where her breasts meet. She stomped a few more times and blew firmly into her little hands, haunting gray eyes darting about the store.
Lori made her way to the cafe, waiting patiently at the counter for someone to come and help her. She could hear a couple of girls giggling in the back, along with some dishes clanging. "The menu hasn't changed much," Lori thought to herself as she found her favorite Tazo Chai Tea. She had to laugh inwardly as she thought how "Chai" and "tea" actually meant the same thing. Her stunning heather-gray eyes were darting toward the current selection of pastries in the display case when she heard one of the employees come around from the back.
"Sorry about the wait there. Can I help you?"
Lori brushed her hair behind her ear and looked up, meeting the eyes of a young brunette, pretty brown eyes smiling back. "Don't worry about it. Can I get a large chai latte?" She smiled politely at the girl, as she put down her purse, starting to rummage through her wallet for her debit card. "I used to come here more often. I've been away at college. You recently start working here?"
The girl smiled back as she punched some keys on the register, her brown eyes concentrating on her work. "That'll be $3.98."
Lori handed over her card.
"Actually I started working here last winter. It was only part-time back then, so I was rarely here, but I started working more during the summer, after I graduated from high school."
She walked back and forth with the various supplies, chatting all the while.
"Well, welcome back."
"Thank you," Lori replied, looking toward the door as another unfamiliar face stepped out from the back, wiping her hands on a towel. She was a tall redhead, about 5'10", with dark framed glasses outlining her green eyes. "You're new too." Lori smiled warmly, the corners of her mouth lining her light pink lips.
"Well since the beginning of last summer. Started working with Sammy here I think in...late May?" The taller girl bent over to grab a trash bag from under the counter, and Lori couldn't help but lean over slightly, heart beating a bit faster, gray eyes training on the girl's khaki pants wrapping tightly on her ass, outlining her panties. She could see just a hint of the pale blue lacey waistband as the girl continued to rummage around.
Snapping back to attention, Lori turned quickly towards the shorter girl, meeting her gaze directly. Lori looked down quickly, pretending to be looking for something in her purse. She looked back up as the young brunette with the chocolate eyes handed her the drink. Lori smiled awkwardly as she tried to pretend that she wasn't just caught sneaking a peek. "Well," the girl paused, "I really, really hope you come back to visit soon!"
Lori looked up and made eye contact again. "Was there something more to that comment?" she thought to herself. She hesitated a second while looking at the girl's eyes. They were friendly, but seemed to be searching, maybe with dirty secret ulterior motives, maybe undressing Lori. If they were they would've seen under her black overcoat, light blue jeans with a few tears here and there, and saw her pink lacey bra and tiny cotton bikini cut panties, pink with red bands and two silver hearts on the butt, barely hugging her body where her hips start to turn inward, and underneath that her 34b breasts with light pink nipples, as well as her suddenly dampening pussy, glistening inner lips protruding out slightly from her glass-smooth labia, topped with a brown triangle of hair, slightly darker than the hair on her head. "Yeah. Yes. Uhh...yeah."
Both girls laughed, slightly nervously, slightly just wanting to pass the awkward moment. "Yeah, I'll be back, for sure." Lori brushed her hair behind her ear and grabbed her drink, glancing back at the girl. "Sammy? Yeah Sammy," she thought as she continued smiling, turning and walking back through the store and out to her car.
The fierce wind bit sharply as she avoided the snowy puddles, stepping gingerly so as to not fall but maintain her grace like a lady. Lori plopped down in the front seat of her Honda and put her tea in a cup holder. She adjusted the rear view mirror habitually and backed out, navigating her car through the parking lot and out on the main road. "What a cutie!" she said aloud as she adjusted the heat.
Lori relaxed as she began her drive. Her body gave the first spasm of needing to pee, and she could feel the sudden shift of weight deep in her tummy that signaled her eminent need to release a load. Her tiny rosebud tightened instinctively as she smiled, relaxing, savoring the feelings brewing down below. She jumped slightly as her phone vibrated unexpectedly. She pressed the hands-free button. "Hello daddy!"
Her father chuckled lightly. "Hey there Sweets. I hear a rumor that you're back in town."
Lori slowed at a stoplight, turning on her signal. She laughed as she responded. "I think you may have heard correct. I actually stopped to get some tea - " Her bladder tightened, sending a small spasm of butterflies up through her belly. "I can't wait to get home," she though to herself.
"Quite surprised."
"Shutup," she laughed. "Yeah, so I stopped to get some tea and now I'm on way back home. I take it you're back from Phoenix?" Lori reached between her legs and squeezed her crotch, holding in the sharp sting of needing to pee.
"Yup got back this morning. You know how I always love leaving that awful mid seventies weather with ugly clear skies to return back to this beautiful snow and delightful cold." Lori paused at another stop light, clenching between her legs again, clasping her knees open and shut rapidly, applying pressure to stem her internal pressures.
"Haha. Well it's worth it coming home to Mom and especially when you get to see me!"
"Well I can't really argue with that, so I won't. But speaking of travel and your mother dearest, will you be around during mid-July?"
"Probably. What's up?" Lori bit her lower lip and squeezed hard with her bladder muscles, trying hard to hold her ever increasing golden flood deep inside. She lifted her butt slightly off of the seat as she felt the weight inside of her shift again, moving further down her colon and towards her tiny, smooth asshole. She clenched again, tighter. "Hold it Lori, hold it hold it hold it!" she thought to herself.
"Your mom and I have that camping trip we always do with the Biels. She needs someone to watch Dieter. She claims that last time we put him in a kennel for a week that he was a wreck. Sadly, that dog really can't live without family for more than an hour. She's totally right."
Lori laughed, her bladder issuing another tight spasm, "Yeah I can do that. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, shouldn't be a problem."
"Alrighty, well we'll talk more when I get home from the office. Just had to stop in and catch up a bit."
"Sounds good daddy. Love you."
"Love you too Sweets."
Lori rounded the last curve and slowly crawled to a stop in the driveway. "Hold it Lori! Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!" She hopped out of the car and clenched her thighs tight together, pausing right outside of the open door. Biting her lip hard, Lori closed her eyes, bearing down with all of her might to hold in her piss. She half scampered, half waddled, half danced, half ran, half fell to the front door, fumbling with her key in the lock as she felt a phantom spurt, her pussy contracting slightly in anticipation of opening the floodgates.
Shouldering the front door open, Lori stumbled in and tore her jacket off, hanging it on the coat rack as she kicked the door shut behind her. She brushed her hair behind her ear as she quickly ran up the stairs, her bladder aching, a burning soreness running up through her pussy, along her urethra, deep inside of her.
Down the hall, tearing open her bedroom door, Lori clenched her thighs tight together again as she pulled her shirt up over her head, tossing it on the floor. She put her hands between her legs again, squatting, bending over at the waist and the knees, biting her lip hard as she watched herself in front of her full-length mirror. Her gray eyes watched back intently, focusing on her lips, her tiny ears, her cute little cleft in her chin, her firm young breasts pushed up into tight cleavage by her pink bra.
Walking into her attached bathroom, Lori stepped over the edge of the tub and stood in the shower, grabbing her hair with both hands and lifting it up, fingers clutched around her locks as she closed her eyes. A spasm. "Lori, Lori, Lori." A spasm. A sharp pinch in her bladder. She held her breath. "Lori, Lori, Lori, oh Lori..."
A small spurt of pale yellow piss. She could feel the hot wetness crawl slightly along the edge of her panties, absorbing into the fabric of her jeans. Another spurt. Another spurt. Scalding liquid crawled along the bottom of her heart-shaped cheeks, spreading and darkening her jeans more.
"Lori you fucking filthy fucking slut." She let out her breath as she said these words aloud, pushing hard with her bladder muscles as the spurts turned into a steaming hiss, piss quickly turning her inner thighs a dark blue. The piss poured down her legs, so hot, so wet, so warm, the fabric clinging tightly. She let down her hair as she pressed on her lower stomach, pushing on her bladder to help the piss pour through her tight fabric. "Lori you are so fucking bad. So unbelievably bad. You fucking slut. You fucking filthy girl." Her boots were filling with piss, soaking her little pink socks, pooling in between her little toes.
She felt another tight push on her backside. "You want to shit your panties too, don't you Lori, you fucking dirty slut?" Pushing with one last effort, Lori could feel her piss beginning to slow to a trickle. Her body relaxed, tingling with release, but only for a moment as she began to feel the overwhelming sensation of pleasure, of extreme perversion that made her cum harder than any guy or girl ever has. A final spurt.
Lori unsnapped her pants and guided down the zipper. She pushed down with both hands, feeling the wet material peel off of her thighs. Stopping with her jeans halfway, Lori turned so she could see her butt in the mirror, feeling and hearing her socks and feet squishing in her saturated boots. She bent over slightly, squeezing a bit, feeling her asshole open slightly. Lori clenched tightly.
"You fucking dirty, filthy, filthy girl. You are so bad. So, so, so bad." She pushed again, clenching tightly as she felt her load slide inches closer. She pushed a little harder. Lori gasped suddenly as she felt her asshole expand, slowly, then more rapidly. A soft popping and crackling slowly made its way to her ears. Lori's panties expanded, the piss-wet material growing, bulging outward with soft lumps. She paused. Reaching behind, Lori patted her load slightly as she breathed in and out deeply, her heart beating rapidly. She pushed hard again and the bulge almost instantaneously doubled, sagging her panties and tugging at her waistband, exposing the top of her ass crack. The second wave was softer, smoother, so hot and clinging between her smooth milky cheeks.
"Ohhhh Lori what have you fucking down? You fucking, dirty, dirty girl. Fucking slut messing your panties like that. Unbelievable! She stared at her load, reaching behind again with her right hand, cupping it lightly and then pressing more firmly. She could hear it squelch, feel it stick further and then slowly peel off as she released pressure. The light brown was begging to show through the dark material as she pushed a little more, a little harder. Her left hand crept over her bra, resting slightly on her tits, squeezing softly, tracing down her stomach, lightly circling her navel. She teased the waistband of her panties as she cupped her load a little harder. Sliding one finger under her waistband, two, then three, half of her hand, fingertips running through her soft pubic hair, resting right above the slit of her wet, wet pussy.
Lori stopped and stood up sharply. "Not yet, you fucking whore." She grabbed her jeans and pulled them up sharply, squeezing with her tiny arm muscles as best as she could. Her load spread out, still warm, soft and creeping up her crack and down her inner thighs slightly. Lori squatted down quickly, hearing soft slurping noises in her jeans, like boots sticking in mud. She put her hands on her knees, moving her butt back and forth, slowly shaking. "You dirty fucking whore. Fuck you Lori, you are so disgusting."
Her boots squished again as she stepped over the edge of the bathtub, her right hand clutching the waist of her jeans, holding her supple load tight against her soft body. Lori waddled over to the toilet, turning around and bending slightly, slowly, slowly, lowering herself onto the toilet seat. She felt the pressure first against her creamy load of shit, feeling it push through and up against her sensitive little asshole. Her pussy lips almost instantaneously spread open, sweet juices trickling out and down into the fabric of her already wet panties. Slowly, almost all the way, almost there. Finally her butt cheeks spread out against the ceramic seat lid, her load climbing further up into her now pink and brown panties. Her pussy sent another spasm of pleasure through her body, up through her stomach, along her breasts, her pale rose nipples, along her neck, sending a flush of red to her cheeks and bridge of her nose.
Lori's hips gyrated, moving in slow oval patterns along the seat, squish, squelch, so warm, so soft and so filthy. She bounced up and down a few times, each time a little harder with a wet plop, a wet slap. "You've been so fucking bad Lori, you know that right? But you know that's how you like it." Lori stood up and slid her jeans down her legs. She turned to the mirror and saw the huge brown streak in her panties, the soft brown mud creeping out of the top of her ass crack and the leg bands of her panties. She could see them sagging, pulling off of her perfectly jiggly ass.
Grabbing her electric toothbrush off of the counter, Lori sank to the floor, lying on her back with her legs spread as far as she could, her jeans still around her calves, midway up where her winter boots stopped. She slapped her pussy through her wet panties lightly with her right hand. "Fucking slut." She slapped her pussy harder. Again and again. Soft wet slaps, a little sting of pleasure on her lips and clit. "You fucking slut. Make yourself cum. Cum in your shitty and pissy panties. Do it Lori." She turned on her toothbrush and put the handle on the outside of her pussy, right where the folds of her lips meet, right against her hard clit.
Her wolf gray eyes snapped open as she bucked her hips upward. "FUCK ME YES!" Lori bit her lip hard again and moaned inwardly. "Fuck yes I am a slut. Fuck yes. Fuck yes!" Moving the vibrating toothbrush up and down, gently in little circles. Her left hand squeezed her breasts, pulling on them, squeezing harder and harder, softer then, and harder again. Lori took in shuddered small breaths, whimpering almost, body rigid, goosebumps, hairs standing on end. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she nearly cried. Her vision tunneled, black and purple creeping in from her side as her ribcage heaved up and down. Her chest was beet red, blood flushing to her engorged clit and all of her sensitive areas. Sweat beaded for what seemed like an eternity as she exploded.
Lori screamed. A bloodcurdling, primal scream, clenching her thighs, slapping them together like the jaws of a bear trap. Her back arched high off of the ceramic tile. Lori's pussy poured open, liquid streaming out in soft geysers, adding a creamy stickiness to her panties. Her fingers stiffened, unable even to hold the toothbrush, dropping it as it vibrated slowly in circles on the floor. Her left hand clutched hard at her thin silver necklace, feeling it strain against the back of her neck. She panted like a dog in heat, hyperventilating, chest heaving, heart nearly moving like the wings of a humming bird. Her body was sore, every muscle having clenched harder than it ever has. Lori's vision slowly reappeared as she laughed. Slow at first. A deep laugh that escaped her lips. Louder and louder she laughed as she fell backward, breathing hard, moaning and laughing, an incredible pressure and relief disappearing. "Fuck me. Fuck me." She panted, a little softer, breaths coming back, stars fading from her eyes, tingling slowly replacing the ache. "Fuck me. Fuck I missed that in college." Lori laughed again, her gray eyes staring at the spinning ceiling of her bathroom.
After a shower in which she couldn't keep her fingers out of her pussy, dinner with her family, watching the Blackhawks game, and another shower in which she couldn't keep her fingers out of her pussy or her ass, Lori climbed into bed, reaching into her bedside table drawer and pulling out a string of beads, increasing in size and a large, thick black vibrator. She laughed aloud to herself again as her body began to shudder, began to tingle and tickle and feel as though she was rolling in a field of cool grass. Her pale gray eyes slowly closed as her light pink lips parted in a smile. She ran the smallest bead over her hot skin, feeling the cool hard material travel along her goose bumped flesh. Her nipples stiffened, her lips began to glisten. As Lori began to relax, her mind wandered. "What was the name of that cutie at the cafe? Sarah? Sammy? Yeah, Sammy...that was it."
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This story was uploaded with my old account, i lost the access to it so i reupload.
I was washing my hands when the door to the ladies' room burst open and a woman in her late teens or early twenties entered. She did not wait for the door to close behind her before hiking up her denim miniskirt, exposing white cotton, rose-print panties with pale pink elastic. She ran for the nearest cubicle, her shoes clicking on the tiles, the clicking echoing off the walls. She elbowed open the door, pushing it so far back on its hinges that it banged against the wall of the cubicle. In her haste she did not bother to close the door behind her, allowing me to see her in the mirror above the washbasin. With one shaking hand she lifted the toilet lid; with the other she held her skirt up.
"Yes!" she said. "Made it!" But just as she slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties to pull them down, there was an abrupt squelch and the crotch of her panties sagged. She froze. A yellow-brown stain began to appear on the seat of her panties. The fishy smell of diarrhoea filled the room.
Turning off the tap, I yanked a few paper towels from the dispenser on the wall and began drying my hands, still watching her in the mirror.
A frustrated growl rose in her throat, drowning out the soft music playing over the PA. "Aaw no!" She kicked the wall.
Ditching the used paper towels, I picked up my handbag from the bench and slung the strap over my shoulder.
"It's not fair! I just about made it! I was so close!"
I entered the cubicle and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You need to calm down, sweetie." She gave a start and turned to face me. "It was just an accident."
"Who are you? What are you doing in here? What do you want?"
"My name is Jenny. And it looks to me like you need help."
For an instant I thought she was going to yell at me and tell me to go away and leave her alone, but instead she said, in a voice choked with rising emotion, "I'm Jodie. I just totally shit my pants." And she began sob.
I let her lean her head on my shoulder. She was still holding her skirt up, presumably to keep it from getting soiled. I stroked her shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair. "It's going to be okay. It happens to everyone at some point. I've pooped myself several times as an adult."
She looked up into my face with utter disbelief.
I giggled. "Hard to believe, I know, but it's true."
She buried her head in my shoulder again. The sobbing soon eased off, however, and I let her pull away.
"What am I going to do?" Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. "How do I get cleaned up?"
I looked her up and down. There was light soiling down the inside of her shapely upper thighs and a few drops of poop on the floor.
"Let's go to the handicapped stall. There's more room in there. And there will probably be a sink in there as well. Follow me. It's just down the end here." I held the door open for her. "In you go." I locked the door behind us. "We'll have you cleaned up in no time."
She looked at me eagerly, as if awaiting instructions.
"What size are you?"
"Sorry?"
"Panties."
"Oh, I don't know off the top of my head."
"Turn around." I slipped my thumb and forefinger under the waistband of her panties and pulled the label up so that I could read it. "Size fourteen. Same as me. Today is your lucky day. Because I just happen to have these." Unzipping my handbag, I produced a pair of pale blue cotton panties.
Her face lit up.
"I always carry a spare pair with me, just in case. I've had a few bad experiences in the past, as I mentioned earlier."
I slung the panties over the handicapped rail. She kicked off her shoes. I helped her get her skirt off without soiling it and slung that over the rail too. Removing her panties was more difficult. The poop was so runny I feared that it would get all over the floor.
"Cup your hands, Jodie." I tore off several sheets of toilet paper and laid them over her hands to form a protective layer. "Now put them under your crotch. I'll pull down from the waistband, and you hold the gusset so the poo doesn't fall out."
She did as instructed. My plan worked. No poo leaked onto the floor, though soiling did spread further down her thighs. She stepped out of her panties.
I lifted the toilet lid (and the seat too; I didn't want to get any poop on the seat). She emptied the contents of her panties into the bowl, and I flushed. She disposed of her panties in the tampon bin, ignoring the sign on the lid:
THIS BIN IS FOR SANITARY PRODUCTS ONLY NOTHING ELSE IS TO BE PLACED IN THIS BIN
"Thank you for doing this, by the way — helping me." She had a bunch of toilet paper scrunched up in her hand and was wiping the inside of her thighs. "I really appreciate it. I'd be lost without you."
"It's no problem. I just wish I'd had someone to help me the few times when I've had accidents. Perhaps now that I've helped you, next time I have an accident, someone might help me. Karma, you know. What goes around comes around."
"I hope so. You deserve it."
She wiped her vagina as best she could, but a considerable amount of faecal matter remained stuck in her pubic hair. She then turned her efforts to her buttocks. She wiped and wiped, went through sheet after sheet of toilet paper, got poop all over her fingers. Finally, she huffed. "I can't even see what I'm doing. This is going to take forever."
"Here. Let me help you."
"What? Let you help me what? Wipe?"
"Of course. You can't see what you're doing, and I'm here, so...."
"Ah, no, I couldn't possibly let you―"
"I insist." I pulled off some toilet paper. "Come on."
"Well... okay. Thanks."
As I wiped, gas built up in my gut. Since the air was already thick with the stench of Jodie's poop, I figured she wouldn't notice if I farted, so I did. But it came out louder than I had anticipated, echoing off the walls.
"Ooh excuse me!"
Jodie didn't say anything, didn't even turn round, just continued to stand, bent over, hands clutching the toilet seat. I kept wiping till she complained the paper was beginning to abrade. By this stage I also had poop all over my fingers.
"There's a trick I learnt from my previous accidents." I pulled off a fresh sheet of toilet paper, took it over to the washbasin, and ran it under the tap. "Wetting the paper makes it softer. And helps remove any stubborn poop stains." I resumed wiping. "Is that better?"
She nodded.
Moments later I farted again. "Oh dear me!" Throwing a clump of wet brown toilet paper into the toilet, I said, "There. Done. All nice and clean now."
"Thanks." She sniffed the air. "Paaw! That stinks, Jenny!"
"Yeah, sorry."
She laughed.
"You might want to try the wet-toilet-paper trick around front," I said, "to get the poop out of your pubes."
"Good idea." She ran some toilet paper under the tap.
"Leave it on, could you, please? I need to wash my hands."
"Oh, they're filthy. That's my mess. Sorry about that."
"Don't mention it."
"You know, I'll probably be all right now, if you've got other things to do. I feel a lot better now, and I'm just about all cleaned up."
"Well, I do need to get on with my shopping." I turned off the tap and went to pluck a paper towel from the dispenser only to find it empty. I wiped my hands on my skirt.
"Thank you so much for helping me. God knows how I would've managed this alone."
"No problem. I'll get going, then."
"It's been nice meeting you, Jenny. You've really restored my faith in humanity. Thanks for the panties, too."
"That's quite all right. It's been nice meeting you as well, and I hope it's a very long time before this happens to you again."
"I hope it never happens again."
"Oh, it will. But you'll know how to deal with it next time." I unlocked the cubicle door. "I'm off, then."
"Bye."
On my way out of the ladies' I passed the first stall she had gone to and saw the poop on the floor. I had forgotten all about it. I called out to her to remember to clean it up. She said she would.
Exiting the ladies', I took the corridor leading back to the shopping centre. I felt the need to fart again and pushed.
No sound. But wetness bloomed between my butt cheeks. I stopped dead. Clenching my buttocks, I pinched off the gassy, liquid stool.
In denial I put a hand up my skirt and touched the crotch of my panties, hoping to find them dry. They had to be dry. I couldn't have pooped my panties just after giving away my reserve pair. Not even I could have such bad luck.
When my fingers touched fabric, however, they detected dampness. Yet I refused to believe the signals the nerves in my fingertips were relaying to my brain. I couldn't have had an accident. It was impossible.
With mounting apprehension I withdrew my hand from under my skirt and raised it to eye level. Were they brown stains on my fingers? I rubbed them together. Sticky. I sniffed them. Stinky.
"Nooo." It came out as a polysyllabic whimper, though I had intended it to come out as a scream.
I ran back to the ladies' and pounded on the door of the handicapped stall. "Jodie? Jodie, are you still in there?"
"Yeah. Is something wrong?"
"Listen, I hate to do this to you, but I need those panties back. I've had an accident."
Laughter erupted on the other side of the door.
"What are you laughing at, you ungrateful bitch?"
The laughter stopped abruptly.
"Look, I'm sorry I got angry, but I'm being serious. I've pooed my pants and I need those knickers back. Could you please pass them to me under the door?"
"I don't know. Can't you just go commando?"
"No, I can't go commando. I'm having my period, and it's really heavy at the moment."
"Aren't you wearing a tampon?"
"Well, yes, of course I'm wearing a tampon, but I'll have to throw it away because it'll be all shitty now, and I only have a pad in my handbag."
"Couldn't you just buy a new pair?"
"I could ask you the same question, Jodie. And besides, I'm having my period. How do you suggest I go shopping for panties? Should I leave here with blood dripping down my legs? Or should I walk around with one hand holding a pad to my crotch? Can you imagine me walking into a store like that and saying, 'Excuse me, what aisle are panties in'?"
"You don't understand. I can't leave here without panties. If my boyfriend finds out.... Let me explain something. My boyfriend once found out I cheated on him when he caught me without panties after I lost them having sex in a toilet stall. He's been suspicious of me ever since. You don't know what he's like — how he gets — when he's mad. If he thinks I'm cheating on him again, he'll kill me."
"Well, then, you'd better buy some new underwear."
"I can't. He doesn't let me carry any money. I'd have to ask him for the money, and then he would want to know what it was for. And then―"
"Okay; I get the picture. But that's not really my problem. I need those panties more than you, and I'm not leaving here without them. So again, if you could just pass them under the door, please."
"No."
I heard the swishing of fabric. It sounded as if she was hurriedly getting dressed.
"No? I'm sorry, Jodie, that's the wrong answer." Getting on my belly, I crawled under the stall door.
Now fully dressed, Jodie was slipping into her shoes. "What are you doing in here, you crazy bitch? Get out!"
From my position on the floor, I could see up her skirt, see the crotch of the pale blue cotton panties I had given her. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, crawled over to her, and reached up her skirt for the panties; but she jumped up onto the toilet seat, leapt over me, and ran to the door. Panicked, she pushed and pulled on the door, but it wouldn't open. She didn't think to unlock it. This allowed me time to get to my feet, wrap my arms round her torso, and throw her to the ground. The strain caused another leak of gassy, liquid stool into my panties. Whimpering, she rolled onto her belly and crawled under the partition into the neighbouring stall. I unlocked the door and, running parallel to the stalls, cut her off just as she emerged from under the partition of the stall she had first entered, the one with the poop on the floor. Sobbing silently, she got to her feet. Shit was smeared down the front her top, her skirt, her legs.
"Get out of my way!" she screamed, lunging forwards.
I stepped aside, hands in the air as if surrendering. "Oh, don't touch me!"
Once she had passed, I came up behind her and, reaching up her skirt, grabbed her — my — panties and yanked down.
Jodie stumbled. The panties came away in my hands. She spun round, her jaw hanging loose.
The panties had torn along the hip seams.
"Look what you've done!" I said, pushing the torn edges together then pulling them apart, pushing them together then pulling them apart, as if I could will them to rejoin.
"Great! Now how am I going to face my boyfriend? Well, if I have to leave here without panties, so do you."
Absorbed in the torn panties, I didn't notice Jodie approach, didn't sense her reach up my skirt; but I did feel the tug on my panties, did hear them tear. They plopped to the floor. Poop splattered onto my shoes.
Jodie fled.
"Come back here, you bitch! You can't just leave me here like this! Not after I helped you!"
But it was no use. The woman had no conscience.
What do I do now?
Don't panic, Jenny; think! What is the first thing you must do?
Get these filthy panties off the floor.
Good. And then?
Head to the handicapped stall to get cleaned up.
Excellent! You'll get through this.
Using the panties I had taken from Jodie as a glove, I picked up the pair on the floor and, carrying them at arm's length, my nose wrinkled, disposed of both pairs of ruined panties in the handicapped stall's tampon bin. It was then that I had an epiphany.
Jodie's panties! You could use Jodie's panties! They're dirty, yes, but still intact. All they need is a wash.
Fishing them out, I rinsed them in the sink, then rung them dry. I draped them over the handicapped rail. Squatting on the toilet, I finished pooping and then cleaned myself up with wet toilet paper. I donned Jodie's panties. Though still damp, they nicely supported my fresh pad. And I left the ladies' room ― with poop still on the floor ― confident to face the world. Whereas Jodie, I like to think, got slapped around by her boyfriend for cheating again. Bitch!
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"Mum, I feel sick, Can I stay home from school today?" Asked Ellie pleadingly.
"No, You can't just stay at home anytime you have a little cold!" Replied Mum.
"No, it's not that, I think I have food poisoning from that restaurant last night" Ellie said
*sigh*"OK, but I will be really cross if I find out you are lying just to get off School." Said Mum "You might as well go back to bed if you are sick, I'm gonna get a shower and go to work."
"Okay Mum" answered Ellie.
Ellie lay in bed watching a film. It was a romantic film. The kind of film she liked. All of a sudden she needed to poo. It was pressing at her sphincter wanting to come out. She just ignored it for five minutes and continued to watch her film until it became unbearable. She got out of her warm, comfy bed unwillingly and approached the bathroom. To her horror she realized that her Mum was in the shower. She knocked on the door.
"Mum, can I go to the toilet please?" She asked.
"Yes, I will be finished in a few minutes," her Mum said.
A loud fart came from Ellie's ass.
"Please be quick Mum" she pleaded.
Suddenly she farted loudly again, only this time lots of mushy shit came out of her asshole into her white panties and pink pyjama pants.
"Hurry up mum, Please!" She cried.
She farted again. More shit flowed out of her ass, only this time it filled her backside for a full minute with no stopping. She was lost for words.
"Oh no! Mum, I've pooed myself" she shouted, almost crying.
"Sorry, just go wait in your room while I finish up in here." Replied mum.
Ellie went back to her room and looked in her mirror. Her mushy shit had not only stained her white panties but now her pyjamas were brown in the rear instead of the bright pink they were originally. She laid on the bed, making sure to lay on her belly to prevent staining her bed. The warm mush coated her ass cheeks. She felt like she had warm peanut butter down the back of her knickers.
Her door opened and in walked her Mum wearing only a bath robe.
"Are you okay? Sorry I took so long in the shower." Asked Mum.
"Yeah, It's okay," Said Ellie.
"Please don't freak out about this, but I want you to wear a diaper today incase you have any more accidents," Said Mum.
"No, I'm not a baby," she said.
"I know you're not Sweetie, but we don't want you staining all of your knickers with smelly poo now do we?" her mum said calmly.
"Ok but I don't think I will have any more accidents today." Replied Ellie.
Her mum told her to lie down on her back on the edge of her bed. She had put down one of Ellie's old changing mats on the end of the bed. Firstly she took off Ellie's pink/brown pyjamas and threw them in her bin.
"Wow, It's everywhere." said Mum.
She used some baby wipes to wipe up the poop that had gone down her curvy legs. Now was the hard part. Slowly Ellie's mum slid off the ruined panties, which luckily took most of the poop with them, and threw those in the bin along with the wipes and pyjamas. Now she started to wipe up Ellie's bare fat ass. It was covering her ass cheeks badly. After this was finished Mum pulled Ellie's legs together and up. She slid a big poofy diaper under her daughter's soft ass and pulled it up around her bare shaven pussy. She stuck the straps.
"I can't believe I'm 18 years old and being diapered by my own mother!" Exclaimed Ellie.
"Finished! I'm going to go get ready and go to work. Try not to have too much fun" Said Mum sarcastically.
30 minutes after her mum had gone to work she was still watching her film. She felt a familiar sensation at her sphincter again.
"I don't want to miss my film."
She continued to fight the urge.
"I'm not even going to get up. Why should I leave my nice, comfy, warm bed to go to the toilet when I'm wearing one."
And so instead of going to the toilet like any normal person she let her sphincter go. Mushy poop filled her diaper, spreading all around her cheeks and down towards her pussy. After it was all in her diaper she had to pee so she did that as well. After laying in her own mess for a while she started to realize how nice and warm it actually felt.
Twenty minutes later she was starting to feel really hungry. She decided to leave her bed and walk downstairs to the kitchen. Walking with a poop filled diaper on proved to be hard work but she quickly got used to it. The smelly stuff squished against her cheeks with every step.
When she got to the kitchen she chose to make herself some cereal (coco pops). After she had made them she sat at the dining table. The messy wet diaper was like a cushion against her smooth skin. While she was eating she felt the need to shit again so she pushed. A small amount of wee dribbled out of her pussy hole but no poop came out. She tried another way. Lifting herself on to her left ass cheek allowed the poop to come out much easier. Lots of mush exited her tight arse hole quickly and once again filled the seat of her diaper. She pushed again and now, instead of soft poop, a huge, thick log started to slide out of her ass. She had to push extra hard to release this huge poop. It came out about halfway and met resistance with the bulging diaper. Instead of squashing up it slid down her gullet towards the front of her diaper. She pushed until it was fully out. By this time it was rubbing on her pussy lips, making her feel horny. She tried to ignore it but it rubbed on her lips everytime she moved.
Placing three fingers down the front of her diaper, she started to rub her clit. While doing this she ground her ass into the chair, smearing the shit into every crevice on her ass. She pulled her t-shirt off and started to rub her tits through her lacy bra with her left hand while penetrating her pussy with her right. It didn't take long to bring herself to one of the best orgasms of her life.
She was really tired so she went to lie down on the sofa with just her diaper and bra on.
***
"Ellie, I'm home!"
"Oh no I must have fallen asleep on the sofa." Thought Ellie.
Her mum walked into the room and smiled when she saw her daughter in a brown diaper.
"Smells like someone needs changing" She said as she held her nose. "Looks like it too". |
Jane loved her job working as a private hire, taxi driver, on this Saturday afternoon she was collecting a gentleman called Rob, from a hotel on the outskirts of Leeds and driving him to Manchester- Jane is 30 and has short blond hair
Rob is 28, tall good looking, but rather shy. He had spent a great day at a work colleagues wedding, however he had to leave early in order to travel to Manchester (about 40 miles away) in order to attend his best friends 30th birthday party
Jane was sat in slowly moving traffic as she approached the hotel to pick Rob up, she was now a few minutes late, however hopefully would soon be there
Rob stood in the car park smoking a cigarette and impatiently waiting for his Cr to arrive. His whole reason for booking a taxi rather than taking the train back to Manchester was to ensure that he had time to attend both events, he was also experiencing a familiar feeing from his bladder, he was starting to need to pee again, even though he had taken a piss just before leaving the venue, however he had drunk 4 pints of lager as well as the obligatory champagne, coffee and orange juice. He was just considering running in for a last wee, when he saw the white private hire vehicle pull into the car park. Rob wondered what to do, but he was already slightly late, and the drive to Manchester was less than an hour, and he had always prided himself on his “cast iron bladder” always being able to out hold his mates when they were in the pub
Rob got into the car and they made small talk as Jane apologised for being late, she reassured Rob that they would be in Manchester in about 45 minutes according to her sat nav
Jane was very taken by her current customer. He was about 6ft, muscular, with short dark hair. He was wearing an attractive blue suit. He seemed a bit shy and didn’t want to chat to much, and had clearly had a few drinks, but to her delight he had chosen to sit in the centre of the back seat giving Jane a perfect view of him in her rear view mirror
Rob sat on the back seat, feeling alarmed at how quickly his bladder was filling up, it was the same old scenario, he had held on at the party until he was busting for a piss before going- however now the “seal was broken” he would be weeing all night long! He was casually scissoring his legs from side to side, with his hand between his legs, His bladder sent frequent signals to his brain, of how full it was, the only thing distracting him was the attractive blond taxi driver sat in front of him
Jane sat in the front seat watching her passenger in the back with interest. As a lover of male desperation she sometimes thought that she had the perfect job- she had lost count of the number of desperate young guys in the back of her taxi and she was starting to suspect this may be another of those occasions. Her passenger could not keep his legs still, and was starting to have a slightly worried look on his face!
Rob was now absolutely bursting for the toilet, the waist band of his suit trousers was pushing cruelly into his bladder, if he had been in the car on his own he would have loved to have loosened his belt and unclasped his trousers. He was constantly moving his legs and jamming his hand into his crotch
Jane watched Rob with increasing excitement , feeling a familiar tinge feeling in her crotch, and a slight moistness in her underwear, this guy was clearly dying for a pee, she was starting to wonder if he was going to be able to make the final 20 minutes of the journey without asking her to stop? At this moment she saw the traffic come to a halt up ahead and the ETA on her sat nav corrected itself to an hour later
Rob watched in horror from the back as the arrival time changed – there was no way he could hold his pee that long! He would wet his pants long before they arrived, however he couldn’t possibly ask this attractive woman to stop on the side of the motorway- but what else could he do?
As the traffic crawled along, Jane could harldly take her eyes off the sexy man in the back, he was now openly clutching his dick through his suit trousers and scissoring his legs like made, he was clearly very desperate now- her wet pussy was tingling like mad, she was unbelievably turned on, however when was he going to ask her to stop?
Rob was sweating, as he sat there feeing more desperate than he could ever recall- his whole lower tummy felt numb and somehow didn’t belong to the rest of his body, he simply could not hold on much longer, at this point he saw a blue motorway sign: SERVICES 1 MILE- his face as red a s fire, he stammered as he spoke to Jane- I am really sorry but could we stop? – I am absolutely desperate for the toilet!!
Jane ever the professional said yes of course, however she was so turned on by his predicament that she would have liked nothing more than to carry on driving and watch him wet his suit trousers in the back of her car
The traffic continued to crawl along, Rob was beside himself with desperation, when he felt the first hot spurt of piss hit the front of his Calvin Klein Boxer briefs- he was starting to lose the battle as they came off the slip road into the car park. The car park was unsurprisingly busy, Rob begged Jane to park right next to the building, as he did not think he could make it across the car park
Jane parked the car in the waiting bay and watched as Rob struggled to get out of the car- he could harldy bend or stand up he was in so much pain- she watched as he hobbled into the building doing a stange “run/walk- her pussy felt as though it wss on fire, now she had the car to herself she frantically rubbed herself, she was so turned on.
Rob frantcically walked along the corridor almost unable to walk- leak followed leak as he spurted into his boxers, he was losing the battle just meters from the mens toilet- he had no option but to hold his dick through his now damp undies and trousers as he made his way into the toilet and approached the urinal- as he let go of himself to undo his belt and trousers, he was now fully pissing himself and he fished his cock out of his soaking boxers- he stood at the urinal shaking as he pissed a seemingly endless stream- finally slowing down after a full minute with another minute of a slower stream and spurts. When he had finally finished he was able to inspect the damage, his boxers were soaked but fortunately his trousers only had a small wet patch. He headed into a cubicle where he removed and abandoned his boxers, before doing his best to dry his trousers at the hand dryer. Before leaving he was somewhat surprised that his still sore bladder felt full again- he returned to the urinal and pissed for a further 30 seconds, before returning to the car where he thanked a rather flushed looking Jane! |
Hi all,
Sorry I've been inactive for a while. I've been wanting to post more but uni has been busy and I lost interest in talking about myself.
So, from now, when I'm free, I'll turn my own experiences into a story all about Lula. You might recognise some bits from my previous experiences. Please enjoy!
Lula could feel her full stomach wobble as she gently bounced up and down on her chair. Nearly a full day's worth of water and juice was sloshing inside of her and she could feel it bloat against the waistline of her skirt. She slowly squeezed her thighs together, feeling the material of her tights rub together and pick at itself, pulling at a small thread and pinging back into place against her leg. Her feet were crossed under the chair allowing her to keep her legs pressed tightly together. It seemed that any position other than this was less than comfortable.
Lula looked at the clock. Again.
Only three minutes had passed since she last looked. She could hardly concentrate. She wasn't in pain, but was struggling to focus on anything other than holding her bladder. Lula was competent at holding her pee. She often did it for convenience sake and not for anything else. She thought, at 15, she had trained herself not to need to pee whilst at school. It seemed like a good plan; especially with GCSE's coming up over the next two years.
Only another two minutes had passed. Maths was slow and a bore at the best of times but this lesson was dragging. Lula picked at the end of her pen with her teeth. She tapped it against her workbook. She clicked it on and off.
"Ouch" she exclaimed.
"Stop it then" replied Emily, sat next to her. Emily was quietly racing through the questions in the textbook. She was a maths genius. She understood it all. Lula almost hated her for it. She was one of her closest friends, but was incredibly jealous of how well she understood numbers and equations. Lula was more of a creative. She appreciated art, dance, textiles, food, and media; having recently started it for her GCSE's.
Emily had hardly flinched. Other than nudging Lula's elbow she was back at the numbers. Lula sighed. She tried to copy Emily's work on occasion but was never motivated enough to fully care. All she needed was that C to get through life and that's all she wanted.
Lula shuddered due to how hard she was holding. You know, a pee shiver. She wiggled her toes hard to give her a distraction.
"Finish the question you're on then bring your books to the front" stated Mr. Romano, wiping down the whiteboard and making space on the front table.
"One pile of textbooks, one pile of your workbooks".
Lula took a deep breathe, mainly of relief, as she clenched her legs and stood up and awkwardly joined the crowd of students barging their way to the front of the room. Lula was shoved into the corner of a desk. She felt the blunt impact against her right hip and let out a welp. She immediately leaned forwards and pushed the corner of the thick textbook towards her skirt and into her crotch. It was a quick reflex action given her hands were full. She felt the solid textbook thud itself into her crotch and straight in between her lips. At first it was immediately uncomfortable but also acted as a nice block between her knickers and the leak that she could feel waiting to be released. In the rush of the moment she pushed the corner of the book a centimetre inwards then pulled at it upwards, lifting the material of her knickers to make them tight. She clenched in the hope the small leak wouldn't escape. As she pulled the textbook away she felt a tiny patch-worth of pee dribble out. Her eyes were wide open as she was surrounded by classmates. In the excitement of the last lesson finishing, no one was remotely concerned that she had been pushed into the table. It all happened so quickly. Lula knew she had to recover. She bolted back up right and placed the books int heir respective piles. She could feel her cheeks burning. She knew she was embarrassed. She also knew, and hoped, that it was only the tiniest of leaks. She felt no dribble down er legs and no uncomfortable wet patch so it can't have been that bad.
Back behind her chair, Lula took her pens crouched down to put her equipment in her bag. Whilst crouched, she quickly drove her left hand under her skirt and felt over her crotch. There was the smallest damp patch but everything else was dry. She could live with that. That's happened before. That happens to everyone, right?
Lula took a sigh of relief and stood back up putting her jacket on waiting fro the final bell to ring. She tensed her calves in succession whilst holding sternly. The force of her hold was applying pressure against her bladder, which she thought was incredibly inconvenient.
The bell rang. The class rushed out of the room. It was Friday evening. Everyone was both excited and exhausted. Lula hadn't been paying much attention to anything outside of her little bubble of desperation, bua fter leaving the room she was greeted with a large window and outside a huge downpour.
"Shit" she thought. She pulled her jacket tight and fast walked towards the stairs. As she got closer to the door leading outside she could hear the mumbling of other students, the occasional scream, and the crowds running towards the busses. That was Lula's next job; to find her bus.
The heavy patter or rain hit the tarmac and bounced back up at her shoes and ankles Not only was the October wind cold but so were the raindrops themselves. Only after a few steps she could feel the heavy raindrops bounce off the floor and start soaking her tights above her flat shoes. The cold draft clung at her legs and sent a rush up her skirt. She could feel the crisp air against her crotch making her tense more.
By the time she found her bus, clambered aboard, and found a seat; her jacket was pretty much soaked and she was starting to shiver. Despite having on her white school shirt, blazer, and jacket she was still feeling the autumn cold. She has temporarily forgot about her need to pee but was tensing her whole body on the way to the bus so nothing had really changed. Now she was sat down and not moving, the realisation that she needed to pee came back again. She crunched her toes and felt her now soggy feet squeeze rainwater from her shoes. The rain water puddled at her feet and dribbled towards the back of the bus.
As the busses all pulled away, Lula was bobbing on her seat again with her legs crossed. Luckily her bus wasn't the busiest so she had two seats to herself. Her bag was places on the seat to her left and she was against the window. As she looked out she saw the condensation tip toe its way down the foggy window. She closed her eyes and looked away. She was starting to feel the pain of holding. Looking at droplets wasn't helping. Crunching her toes up and feeling her soggy feet wasn't helping. The bus going over potholes wasn't helping. With no one sat next to her, she places her hands in her lap and pushed her thumbs and forefingers into her crotch to try and help hold. Luckily her school skirt was black so it was difficult to see where it had been rained on. She could feel the damp areas and the dry areas as she applied pressure to her crotch.
The ride was starting to be torturous. Annoyingly, she was becoming thirsty too. As she swallowed some spit she lowered her eyebrows in confusion with herself. How can I be thirsty?
The bus jolted to a halt at Lula's stop. She scrunched her face and hobbled off the bus, thanking the driver. Two other people got off here too. Lule put her hood up and pulled her jacket tight again. She was wiggling her big toes as she walked through the bitter, heavy rain. Corner of the road. Two more roads then it's her road. She stopped and looked. No cars coming down this street. Good. As she stepped into the road, her right foot sunk into a deep puddle she didn't even see. Lula lost her footing slightly and hopped forwards further into the road. She lifted her right foot and slammed it into the ground. It was saturated. Her shoe, her tights; everything up to her ankle.
"Fuck off" she abruptly said to the puddle as she hurried a few more steps to the next pavement. The main road was to her left, which was busy. She was hoping people were too busy concentrating driving in the rain to see her almost fall into the puddle.
Her right foot squelched with every second step. This didn't help the fact she was still quite cold. Next street passed. The rain was dripping off of the front of her hood and onto her nose and cheeks. As well as falling downwards, the wind was blowing the rain side wards as well from her right. With her right foot being soaked and cold, and now the rightside of her body getting progressively wetter, Lula was feeling grumpy. Grumpy and desperate for a pee aren't a good combination.
Feeling all so sorry for herself, she failed to notice yet another puddle. This time, on the road to her right. The main road. With all the cars. She jumped but all too late. A car came from behind her and straight through the puddle. A wave of cold, murky rainwater rose up about half Lula's height and , like a heavy claw catching its prey, engulfed her jacket, bag, and tights. With her vision restricted from her hood her face was hardly affected, but now the whole right hand side of her body was pretty much fully soaked. She looked up angrily but noe one was there to see her expression. She didn't know how to react. All she knows is the shock of the sudden freezing splash made her weaken the tension she was applying to her bladder. She regained control straight away but felt another couple of pee drops leak into her knickers. The difference now was... they were warm. They were the least of her problems though.
She got to her street and turned left. This road was much quieter. She was so incredibly uncomfortable and cold that she couldn't wait to get inside, change her clothes, and warm up. Lula got to her driveway. She walked down the empty tarmac and up to her front door. She leaned forwards and opened up her bag. She pulled the zip into the small pocket which she always put her keys. No. No. NO. The pocket was empty. Lula's expression dropped as she frantically searched through her schoolbag to find her door keys. They weren't there. She looked up at the door. No one was in. She knew that. Her Mum wouldn't be home for at least another forty minutes to an hour. She started to breathe heavily. She was cold. The rain was still cold and heavy. She was desperate for a pee. She was grumpy; and now she was locked out. Luckily, her front door was covered slightly by an overhang so at least underneath the door was slightly dryer, but certainly not warmer. Lula had been excited of the thought that she could soon use the toilet. You know when you;re nearing a toilet? And your body starts to realise you can soon pee? Ad it becomes harder to hold? That's what Lula was experiencing now. Suddenly she was in pain. She should be indoors by now, sitting on the toilet in a warm room. But no. She knew she had a panicked look on her face as she squeezed her legs together as she stood back up and bobbed on the spot. Lula and her parents didn't know their neighbours very well so asking to go inside would be too awkward. She thought about going to a friend's house who was only about five minutes away but that meant more walking. Holding hurt.
Lula very quickly considered some options. She knew, as a young adult, she should wait. I can't pee here. I can't squat in public. There's nowhere to hide. I CAN'T wet myself. These thoughts were running through her head but the pain was agonising. The rain hadn't calmed down. She was already cold and pretty much wet through. Tears started to well up in her eyes. She felt a twinge in her crotch and a prickle of pain shoot up her stomach. This caused her to loosen her hold. She literally couldn't help it. A short wave of warm pee instantly shot into her knickers and spread over the crotch of her tights. She felt the warmth dampen the material of the tights and spread to her inner thighs. She managed to clamp down again and continue to hold. She rubbed her legs together and felt the warmth fade. She did realise however, there was no physical difference in feeling. Yes, she had felt warmer for a few seconds but her tights were already wet. She had already been rained and splashed on. Physically... nothing had changed.
Lula knew her options were reducing.
"Fuck" she said quietly to herself and she continued to wince under the pain. She let out a moan and hopped forwards back into the rain. She took one more hop to her left and onto the grass. With another gasp and a moan she closed her eyes and stopped holding. The pain lifted and the rush of the release tickled her waist, hips, and crotch. Her stomach and hips fizzed and the pressure was relieved. With her eyes still closed, standing on the grass, she felt her kickers flood with warm pee. It spread over the front and back of the material and she felt it pool slightly, then soak through, then pool slightly, and soak back through at her butt cheeks. The release of pressure caused the pee to first come out in waves but it eventually evened out into one constant flow. She looked down and saw the glisten of her tights as the fresh warm liquid flowed down her legs. There were a few droplets from where it was falling directly downwards but it was mostly sticking to the tights which were stuck against her skin. Whilst most of it dribbled into the grass, she felt the bottom of her feet get warm and her white socks went a pale beige colour on the insides of her legs. She was breathing heavily. In both a state of disbelief and euphoria she continued to look down and see what was happening. Despite fully wetting herself, Lula tried to clamp and start holding again but would immediately release and let it flow. This felt unnatural and taboo. Christ this felt like it was going on forever. Droplets were starting to fall from the front of Lula's skirt from where the wind had blown it towards her soaking tights. She considered again how her skirt was black so nothing would actually show up but she was very aware this was her school uniform she was peeing in.
The flow started to weaken and Lula started to shake her legs. Not that it made any difference whatsoever. She stood in disbelief for a while, still in the pouring rain, contemplating what had just happened. In a way, she was more relieved than anything. She was no longer in pain and, for now, had warm legs. Her crotch started to tickle which was very odd. The feeling of disgust had gone and Lula was now feeling very strange. Satisfied almost. That wasn't as totally awful as she thought it would be. Given the circumstance, she thought she was taking it all quite well but she was worried why she was taking it much better than she had anticipated. Her biggest concern was... that felt nice.
Lula brought her palm to the inside of her left leg and felt up the material of the tights. They were stuck to the skin of the leg, drenched. She sniffed at her hand. Smelt like pee. Duh.
Now that was all over, she continued to stand in the rain. Slowly coming back to reality she walked back underneath he overhang atop the front door. She was dripping slightly, but that was due to the rain as well. Despite having no one to speak to, everything seemed very silent. Even the sound of the rain and occasional car seemed subdued. What is this feeling?
Whilst in this strange state, her Mum pulled up in her car with a funny look on her face. She laughed whilst getting out of the car.
"Forgot my key" said Lula, still red in the face but trying to act as innocent as possible.
"I see! You're wet!" her mum joked. Lula jumped at the phrase You're wet. Obviously, it's raining; but it seemed as if her Mum was talking directly about the actual wetting.
"From the rain..." Lula responded,
"... obviously?" Her Mum replied, oblivious to the fact it could be from anything else. Lula laughed nervously.
Once inside, Lula looked down and saw the beige stain still on her socks. She whipped off her drenched shoes and pulled the socks off then bolted back uptight. She threw the shoes by the back door to dry and grasped the socks in her right hand. She could feel liquid rinse into her hand and she knew some of that was pee; but she couldn't let her Mum see the stains. Nerves kicked back in and she was adamant she'd be found out. Lula clambered upstairs, dropped her school bag on her bedroom floor and picked up her cosy pyjamas. She ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Safety. She took a large breath and felt fully relaxed. She felt safe.
Lula pulled her skirt down and off. She observed her tights. There was no obvious wet patch. They were just damp overall. She pulled the tights down slightly and looked at her knickers. Her pink knickers, with dark blue bow, were obviously peed in. You could tell from the position of the darkness on the material. The top part of the material was dryer, being saved from the bottom of her jacket and blazer. There was no denying these had been peed in. She gently ran her hand over the knickers and started to feel tingly again. This was weird. Nice, but weird.
Now being in the safety of a locked bathroom, Lula got the weirdest of thoughts. I could just... sit on the toilet and pee again?... Through my clothes. People don't purposefully wet themselves... but I could?... And get away with it... again? These thoughts made her tingle more. She started breathing heavily again and became excited. Almost without hesitation, Lula pulled her tights back up, lifted the toilet seat and sat down. After a while she felt the front of her knickers warm up again as the glow of fresh pee layered the material and soaked downwards, wetting a dryer part of the material above her ass. Lula didn't know what to do with herself. She closed her eyes. She leaned backwards. She looked at the material getting wetter. What do you do with yourself when you're wetting? So many new thoughts were racing through her mind. This pee didn't last as long but she definitely felt wetter. With this second intentional soaking, Lula suddenly jerked her legs and she felt her knickers get wet again, but this time not with pee. It was the singe most best experience in her life and it lasted nor more than two seconds. She gasped and quietly screeched, taking two sharp inhales. Wow.
With the moment over, Lula'd heightened mood was lost and all she could think of was guilt. Guilt and dirtiness. Why would I do that? Why DID I do that? I didn't need to do that. What do I do now? Her mind was racing again.
She undressed completely and wiped herself down with a fresh towel. She wrapped all of the wet uniform up together with the intention to hide it in her room and wash it herself later with some other clothes. She put on her new, fresh, cosy pyjamas and carefully unlocked the bathroom door. Not that her Mum would be waiting outside it, but nervousness was kicking in big time. She crept back to her room and closed the door.
What the fuck just happened...? |
After last week's incident, Lula had been feeling quite low. She could not forget the thrill of what happened. At the same time, she knew she should feel dirty and guilty. Every time she thought this however, she was overwhelmed by excitement.
She had double and triple checked that she had her door keys every day since last Friday. She would suddenly panic in school and check her bag to make sure they were still there. Her mind was telling her that it can never happen again. Her mind was also telling her to do it again and feel the same level of excitement. The last week had been mentally draining for Lula as she battled between 15 years of learning to hold her pee to seven days of wanting to wet herself again. it's all she could think of every day at school. It's all she could think of when she got home. Suddenly, anything pee or toilet related became overly awkward in conversation and she would blush and shy away from talking about it. No one knew what happened last week but it seemed, all of a sudden, that people would know if she talked about anything under the same topic.
A few times over the last week, Lula had attempted to hold all day whilst at school. She thought that if she were to hold until really desperate then she might get the same sensation she did just before she wet... but without having to actually wet. She was realising the sensation of feeling 'full' made her feel different.. the way it felt slightly bloating, they way it put pressure onto her stomach and crotch, the way it was a constant feeling. She knew she could now make herself feel 'horny'. She felt disgusted that this is how she could force the feeling but again, the feeling of disgust never lasted long and she would always become flustered.
What Lula was really waiting for was another rainy day. She knew she wanted to wet again, or attempt to, but was scared about how to do it. Her biggest concern was being found out and couldn't bring herself to do it in the privacy of her own house. She knew the only reason she got away with it last time was because of the rain. So maybe that was the best way to get away with it?
It was the Thursday after last week's incident. Lula had another day of thinking about ways she could satisfy her urge. It had started to rain since lunch but nowhere near as heavy as last week. By the end of the school day, Lula had successfully held and not gone to the toilet. She was a good 7/10 by the time she got to her bus. As the bus drove off she was clenching her legs and controlling her breathing. The vibrations of the bus, the near fullness of her bladder, and her desire to try and wet again were working together to stimulate her emotions.
By the time she got off at her stop it was still raining. Again, not heavily, but enough to dampen someone's clothes if they were out for too long. As Lula walked down the street she had a light bulb moment and literally double took and blinked at her own thought. She had fearfully done it before in very small amounts, but she thought since she was so close to home she could let out spurts? Or let some small leaks out? Sure she was out in public but drivers would be too busy to watch or even consider what she was doing... and wouldn't see, right? She wouldn't do it if people were walking towards her or behind her, that would be too risky. Luckily, at this moment, those who got off the bus with her had dispersed and, other than the cars, there were few people walking around.
Lula looked at the ground and saw that everything was wet because of the rain. This was good. IF she dribbled or leaked too much then no wet trail would be left underneath her. Her bladder was bloating her and the thought of letting some pee release made her tingle downstairs. The overwhelming excitement started to build again. She would relax and tense up almost immediately. This is so wrong. What are you doing? Do it. Why? Don't pee yourself. Christ, do it. People might see. You're not a baby. DO IT.
With that last contrasting thought, Lula relaxed and pushed slightly whilst she walked. Within seconds she felt the rush of pee move within her and a wave of warmth layered her underwear. She gasped and tensed. She felt the warm pee soak through both her underwear and her tights and dribble down her right leg to about half way down her thigh. She wanted to touch the wetness. She wanted to feel her inner thigh. Lula had never actively practised a poker face but she knew her face was probably giving away everything. She felt her cheeks get warm where she started to blush and was erratically moving her head and eyes to see if anyone was around her.
As Lula turned into her street she felt the dampened material of her tights rub against her inner thighs and her dampened underwear hug her vagina. With her house in sight, Lula took another risk and relaxed again. This time she let more out. She released for a good two to three seconds before clamping her legs together as she felt her crotch soak and felt droplets of pee fall from between her legs onto the pavement. She did not plan for that to happen. Where she pushed her legs together so quickly, the dribble of pee ran between her legs, down her tights, and fell below her from her knees. This caused both of her thighs to dampen. Trying to carry on walking normally, Lula only halted and squirmed quickly so not to draw attention to herself. Her heart was pounding as she speed walked towards her front door. Having now released a smaller and a larger wave of pee, she was now ready to burst. She instantly regretted her actions and was starting to panic. As her flat shoes patted against the road as she crossed, holding was becoming painful. The excitement disappeared as she began to fear what was about to happen. Being so close to home, she could feel her body giving in. She almost jumped up her driveway and dropped her bag to get her key out. She knew she had it as she checked earlier.
As she leaned over to go through her bag, she made one of the quickest decisions of her life yet. Despite a little hesitation, Lula quickly considered what she wanted to do and dragged her bag to the right onto the grass, behind the garden bushes. She fell to her knees on the wet grass, pretty much where she wet last week, and sat down into it. Her thighs laid out in front of her, her knees bent, and her calves flattened against the grass either side of her thighs. The sides of her hips rested against her shoes. She pulled her skirt from underneath her and let it sit down the back of her body. Her tights and underwear were now sitting directly onto the wet grass, hovering slightly as she rested on her shoes. Lula opened her bag again but this time without the intention to find her keys. She took a deep breathe and closed her eyes. With this she relaxed all her muscles and started wetting straight away.
Lula felt the pee flood into her dampened underwear and layer against her skin. She felt if spread over the material of her tights and up towards her butt cheeks. The rush of euphoria felt heavy as Lula let the pee flow. She could feel it run and drop towards her ankles and into her shoes. This concerned her a little bit but wasn't about to stop. As well as the rain hitting the grass, she could identify the sound of her pee soaking the ground below her. She continued for a good 20 seconds. It felt like longer. After a while Lula began to look around but she knew no one was walking past. She was desperate to feel herself and her clothes, but no way could she do it in public. She bobbed a few times as she finished peeing so that no droplets would fall as she stood up. She had no idea if her skirt had been wet but she felt the pee in her shoes.
As she opened her front door she took her shoes off as she entered. Lula quickly realised she was leaving wet footprints from her tights on the carpet. She could feel pee droplets falling beneath her. Panic set in again. Lula knew she had about half an hour to get changed and start washing her clothes before her Mum got home. MY CLOTHES. Lula's fear rose again as she realised this set of uniform was what she was supposed to wear to school tomorrow. Lula had a few sets of clothes to pair up for uniform but to help make sure she didn't produce so much washing in one week, she'd only wear two sets and change over either Wednesday or Thursday. This set of clothed only went on this morning.
Lula hopped and skipped up the stairs and into the bathroom. Realising she was still leaving wet footprints over the carpets she clambered into the bathtub after locking the door. Lula stood there feeling awfully strange. She had wet again. She had waited nearly a week to do this. Not only was she feeling tingly but scared. Did she have less of an excuse this time to have wet clothes? She looked down at the white bath and noticed a yellow tinted liquid dripping at her feet. She scrunched her toes and felt the pee between her toes. This was it. Suddenly her emotions overthrew her thought process and she started feeling her tights all over. She could feel the grittiness of the tights as she grabbed and pulled at them. Her underwear was saturated and they leaked over her hands as she applied pressure into them. That was... wow. Her legs wobbled slightly as she rubbed her hands between her thighs and towards her underwear. She shivered as she touched herself and almost fell backwards against the wall. Lula voluntarily pushed and felt the last rush of pee burst out of her against her hand. She used the pee to feel around and touch herself.
You don't get to read the next bit as that's Lula's private time ;)
Lula sat in the bathtub pretty soaked. As she came down from her massive high she checked her phone and saw she had only about 10 minutes until her Mum was home. Panic again. Major panic. She COULD NOT be seen like this. She jumped up and felt her feet splash against the puddle of liquids in the bath. She pulled off her tights and dried her feet off with a towel. She unlocked the bathroom to check the carpet. The wet footprints weren't as bad as she had previously thought. She sprung across the landing and into her bedroom to grab some clean clothes. She scrambled around her floor to find if any other clothes needed washing. Lula found yesterdays school clothes. She knew that her tights and skirt would definitely need to be washed and those she wore earlier on in the week weren't unwearable or dirty. No one would notice a swap.
Lula quickly manoeuvred around the house, in just her school shirt and wet underwear, and threw some clothes into the washing machine, including her newly wet tights and skirt. She next made her way back to the bathroom, locked the door, and began running a bath. It was autumn, and cold, and rainy. No one would question her taking a bath. Lula also knew she needed to clean the bath so two birds with one stone. She pulled off her white shirt and stood in front of the long mirror. Lula stared at her body in just her bra and underwear. Her knickers were soaked with pee and cum. There was a more than obvious line from where the top of her knickers were still pink but everything else was dark burgundy. She couldn't look at herself in the face due to disgust. She was starting to learn the high was good but the aftermath was messy and degrading. As she moved her hips around she could feel the cold, wet knickers slip and slide against her. Again however, she didn't feel dirty, just wrong. Lula slipped out of her underwear and dropped her bra to the floor and started to soak in her nice, hot bath. Slowly but surely she began to calm down and started to think. In amongst the bubbles and smell of lavender she knew she enjoyed the feeling of wetting. It was difficult to admit to herself but there was no denying it. |
Being nearly two weeks into realising she liked pee, Lula had learned the meanings of words such as 'fetish', 'kink', and more specifically 'omorashi'. Lula felt as if she was maturing knowing these more 'adult' words and slowly increasing her knowledge of sexual things. She still felt disgusted though. Obviously people at school talk and joke about sex but omo is never brought up. It's dirty. It's taboo. She believed most or not all people her age didn't even know it was a thing. You're taught not to wet yourself. Despite feeling more grown up in herself knowing about it she still felt embarrassed to know it, let alone like it.
Still however, Lula continued to enjoy the bus ride home from school as she would challenge herself to be able to hold the duration of the school day then not leak on the journey home. The fact she could be exciting herself in such a way but in complete secrecy added to the naughtiness; of which she still felt guilty but the satisfaction usually outweighed that. Every day Lula would think up new ways she could explore this 'fetish' and satisfy her new found urges. She still hadn't fully wet since last week when she lost control in her garden again. She felt as if there was less of an excuse for her to do it that time since it hadn't been raining as much. That didn't stop her from fantasising though.
The most exciting thought Lula had come up with was somehow wetting in public without anyone knowing. She still had yet to think of how that could be done but would always start to panic and get too scared to even consider doing it. She would sit in class and suddenly lose herself fantasising about letting go on the plastic chair and feeling her pee pool in the seat then drip to the floor. She would fantasise about sitting on the bus home and flooding the fabric seat, assuming it would all absorb and she would get away with it. She felt funny thinking about using the toilet in school but peeing through her underwear over the toilet whenever she needed to go then pulling up her tights and skirt pretending like nothing happened. On this particular day, Lula was on her way to her last lesson of PE. Whilst away in thought entering the changing rooms she felt a wave of consideration flood through her as she considered her PE skort. At a bench, she dropped her bags down and pulled out her PE kit. The clothes consisted of a silky rugby style collared shirt with the school colours of black and royal blue. She also had a skort of the same colours. The outside material was of a similar silky feel but on the inside it had a built in pair of tight shorts which were black lycra. The idea is that the skort protected the female student's decency when playing sports. Lula rubbed the inner lycra between her fingers. The smooth material felt comfortable between her fingers. She stretched it only for it to regain its shape after. Imagine peeing in these. They're covered by the skirt, even if it only comes down above her knees. She had only wet her knickers so far which were all cotton. This lycra hugged at her body and would feel amazing. She was sure of it. But how? When? If at all? She couldn't possibly attempt anything during the lesson. That would be social suicide. But after? What if she wore them home? Yes! She had a plan. As Lula got changed she pulled the skort her legs and felt the smooth lycra gently feel up her legs as she pulled them up to her waist. She could immediately feel the waistband of the skort tighten around her waist and the inner shorts hug around her underwear. She had never paid this much attention to how certain clothes felt; but the only reason she was now paying attention was to imagine how they felt wet. Weird. That turned her off for a second, but allowed her to focus on getting changed and prepared for the lesson.
A few very serious and competitive netball games later, Lula's class made their way from the sports hall back to the changing rooms. House points were at stake for the winning teams so most of the girls put their all into their games. Lula's forehead had been dripping with sweat. The energy in the hall made the room quite warm. Back in the changing room, Lula took some sips from her bottle and pulled at her shirt, airing her body. She could feel sweat droplets over her head and around her chest. Unfortunately, anywhere on her body that was being hugged by clothing she knew was fairly sweaty.
The school policy was that all students have to leave school in uniform, not PE kit, so all the girls were rushing to get changed in time to leave as the bell rang. Lula took the PE shirt off and replaced it with her white school shirt and tie. She could feel the shirt cling to her chest and back. She hated the feeling. There was a faint smell of body odour in the changing room as each of the girls were changing. This was quickly replaced with both cheap and more expensive aromas of perfume. Lula used the PE shirt to rub down her skin and around her breasts. As she rubbed around her bra, she could feel dampness in the material where her perky assets were being kept in place. As she went to pull down the skort she felt that both the lycra and her underwear were damp too.; not from pee, but from sweat. She was by no means drenched, or even wet, but just dampened. Her knickers were white with black a black and pink rose pattern on the outside, whilst the inside material was all plain white. She could make out the faintest of damp patches against the material. She felt the inside of the skort and felt the same. She stared for a few seconds and the thoughts started to come back. If these were already damp then... they need washing then... pee in them? She started to feel giddy as she felt she had an excuse to pee in them all.
Lula took the skort completely off and replaced her tights. She then also replaced the skort with the lycra shorts now on the outside of her tights. She felt comfy layered up like this. She couldn't think of the words to describe the comfort. This wasn't that weird either. A lot of girls would wear their sjort under their skirt if it was cold or if they'd damaged their tights. Lula had once again successfully held all day and never actually felt the need to pee badly. She finished getting changed and finished off her bottle. The bell rang and the girls swarmed out of the changing room. Lula felt as if she was hiding something, wearing so many layers. She had nothing to hide yet though.
She took her usual seat on the bus, near the back on the right and against the window, and waited for it to pull away from the school. No one she knew travelled on this bus with her as most of her friends walked home or lived on a different estate. Lula was 'lucky' enough to live on one of the newer estates. As the bus set off Lula started to realise her need to pee. On this single decker bus, only 20 or so students rode it home. Lula always managed to get a double seat to herself and placed her bag on the aisle seat. With her need to pee increasing, she started to re-imagine scenarios in which she could wet what she was wearing. Giving a quick look around to make sure people weren't paying any attention to her whatsoever, she pulled her outer school skirt from underneath her so she was sitting straight onto the bus seat in only her skort. Surely with this many layers on some pee will be absorbed? Hesitantly, Lula relaxed for a few seconds. Nothing. She looked around again to see if her behaviour was drawing any attention. Still no. She relaxed again and felt pressure relieve from her bladder. Still nothing. She shifted her position and placed her left leg on the seat underneath her right. This lifted her bum off the seat slightly but it was enough to allow pee to flow on her next moment of relaxation. She felt the pee shoot into her knickers and disperse both up and downwards. The compression caused by the layers of clothes forced her pee not only to soak the immediate area but to flood outwards too. Lula gasped and clenched her whole body. This drew some attention from the Year 11 girl sat in front of her who looked up from her phone. Lula saved the motion by gently coughing a few times. The girl looked back down at her phone. Definitely too risky, Lula thought. She rubbed over the lycra over her crotch and felt it had dampened more but no pee had leaked onto the seat. Huh, she thought. Interesting.
With her crotch definitely warmer than before, Lula made her way off the bus at her stop and started to make her way home. She knew this journey would end with a wetting but this is how the last two happened. She was by no means fully desperate but knew she'd pee if she wanted to. The main road was as busy as ever with cars building up on the road to her right. As she reached her street she considered standing in her garden again and seeing how much the layers of clothes could hold before she felt a leak. Lula smiled at the thought. She played with the sensation by relaxing and clenching rapidly as she walked.
At her front door she rummaged through her bag for her key. As she stood there she relaxed for a longer while and felt another wave of pee flood and absorb into the layers of clothes. She clenched as she put the key into the door. The smallest of dribbles made its way down Lula's right leg. As she walked inside, the warmth and odd heaviness of her crotch felt strangely more comforting. She locked the door, dropped her bags, and made her way to the bathroom. Lula inspected any damage. Her outer skirt was okay but the backside of her skort was dampened. If you looked hard enough you'd see a change in darkness of the black material but you wouldn't notice it if you weren't looking. She felt the material of the lycra and her hand dampened as she ran her fingers over it. Lula made a 'mmmmm' sound out loud as she inhaled deeply. She put her hand underneath her tights and felt the ridges of her mound outside of her knickers. Wet, of course. She still needed to pee. Without hesitation, Lula removed her school skirt then sat straight down on the toilet. She leaned back and fully relaxed. A few seconds later she felt her whole crotch warm up as each layer of clothing became saturated. She felt a literaly wave of pee make its way down towards her backside and get collected by the silky fabric of the skort. Her crotch started to feel heavier as the layers of clothes absorbed all they could. She iconic sound of pee hitting the toilet water started at first as droplets then as a torrent. Lula placed her legs together to feel her pee soaked legs but this caused a quick issue. As her thighs met, the pee now had a ridge to run down. As she continued to pee she suddenly felt the inside of her thighs dampen and then her knees. The sound of the pee hitting the toilet was now matched by it hitting the tiled floor as well. Her tights dampened to her knees then the pee dribbled down her calves as well. As she realised what was happening she quickly pulled her legs apart again. As she did, the pee which was running between her legs fell and further soaked her thighs and tights. Lula placed both hands over her crotch and felt an outer layer of pee on the outside of the lycra shorts. The liquid oozed between her fingers. The torrent began to calm down and soon became a dribble and then nothing. Lula pushed and forced out a few more bursts of pee but she was all out. She sat there almost completely soaked from the waist down. Without hesitation she slipped hr hand underneath her tights again and began to pleasure herself outside of her knickers. She could both hear and feel the squelch and the slap as she rubbed the tips of her fingers up and down. It didn't take long.
That was the best wetting experience Lula had had so far. She was in a state of euphoria for a while as she just sat there soaked, getting colder, pleasured. She felt again the lycra and realised it had started to get cold. Then came the feeling of shame and disgust. What was she doing? This is stupid. This is school uniform. I need to wear this again. Lula undressed until she was wearing just her bra and soaked, well used knickers. As she attempted to admire her reflection she felt cute again, stood in just her underwear. With a funny sensation coming over her again she wondered if a boy would ever like to see her like this.. wet as well. She noticed that the outside of her knickers didn't appear evidently wet given the coloured flower patterns. However, the inside were visibly rained. Not badly, but there was an obvious line between dry and wet. The gusset was wrinkled and slightly discoloured a faint yellow. A thought hit Lula. These would be her wetting knickers. She'd hide them in her room, spray them with perfume, and wet them when at home. She wondered how long it would take for the inside to be stained and then also the outside. She deceived that long term she would be able to see how long a pair of knickers could last before it was obvious they were wet in. Exciting times lay ahead. |
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