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Content note: wetting, bedwetting, alcohol, nudity, f/f sex, thoughts about mild humiliation
Previously:
A day in the life of Na
Na: a night-time story
"Tell me another story."
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Bodies entwined, warm skin on skin, soft sweet lips on mine tasting faintly of coffee and tobacco. A strong hand running through and playfully pulling my short hair. Another hand running down the length of my body, mapping it and finding the places that make me gasp, tingling touch feeling like tiny fireworks. Kissing harder now, that hand moving down between my legs to touch softly and tease; I push my hips forward yearning for more, yearning for fingers on my clit and fingers inside me, but she laughs softly and pulls back until she's barely stroking my soft pubic hair, driving me wild. The fingers retreat and explore some more, tracing over the soft curves of my hips, the flat expanse of my belly, moving downwards again. As she reaches the bottom of my tummy, my bladder awakens, a pleasant fullness that nonetheless I should probably attend to...
In between kisses, I whisper - "Need to go pee."
She shakes her head gently and begins to nibble on my shoulder. I gasp and forget about it for a while, until the slow circles of her hands' exploration bring her back to that spot again.
"Really need to go," I whisper.
"Silly thing," comes the reply, warm breath on my cheek, her voice soft and amused. "You're allowed to go right here."
She slips her hand gently between my legs. I arch my back in pleasure, concentrating fully on the sensation and allowing my bladder to do what it will. I feel my muscles release their tension, then sudden warmth - my stream hitting her hand and flooding my crotch, then flowing down over my bottom to pool beneath me. She kisses me, hard.
"Naughty girl. I love you."
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I woke up disoriented and massively horny; lay and savoured the shreds of dreams still drifting around my head. It slowly came to my attention that my hand was between my legs, and that felt good, so I stroked myself for a while, drifting in and out of awakeness.
After some time, my bladder awoke and informed that, even though recently emptied, it still had a little bit left. I relaxed and let it come, warm pee trickling down my hand into the wetness of the bed.
...um.
Oh, god.
The wisps of dream fled as reality snapped back into shape. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it: head swimming, tongue and eyeballs dry like sandpaper, the start of a headache making itself known. I realized I was naked under my duvet - unusual for me in this two-person dorm room. Starting to panic slightly, I spread my hands out to explore the bed, and found that I was lying in the middle of a pretty significant puddle.
I hadn't wet the bed since I was a child. At least, not accidentally, not without protecting it first.
I needed to clean this up fast, before Melissa...
"Morning, sunshine! How's your head?" A pair of long tanned legs appeared, swinging out from the top bunk, rapidly followed by their owner - Melissa, my best friend and roommate, her short purple hair sticking out wildly, clad in a pair of boxer shorts and a Rosie the Riveter t-shirt. She dropped the last two feet and landed with a thump on the floor. "I'm feeling pretty cheerful considering. Maybe I'm still drunk." She ruffled my hair and headed for the shower.
I lay, panicking, paralysed. The nearest washing machine was at the end of the hall, and I couldn't go out in my current soaking wet state without showering first. I thought about stripping the bed and hiding the evidence, then quickly getting dressed in some already-dirty clothes, but surely Melissa would notice the bare bed...
The shower shut off and the door opened, releasing a cloud of steam and a towel-clad figure. She was humming to herself. Walking into the room, she paused, sniffed, headed back to the bathroom, sniffed again, came back and knelt by my bed.
"An-na-na," she said gently, "did you wet your bed?"
I found myself reddening, unable to answer. To my mortification, I could feel tears coming.
"Aw, love." She planted a friendly kiss on my forehead and ruffled my hair. "I guess that was kinda my fault. You aren't much of a drinker, are you? Maybe we should have stopped after the second round of tequila. Let's get you cleaned up. Go have a shower and then I'll help you strip your bed."
I inched my legs towards the edge of the bed, emerging from the covers, and got as far as my knees before a couple of realizations hit me.
"Lissa... I'm naked. And I'm really wet and I'm afraid of dripping on the floor."
She laughed, then clapped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry. Not taking the piss. No pun intended. You don't remember much of last night, do you?"
"...no?"
"Well. Without meaning to embarrass you, you were pretty out of it. Do you remember peeing on the walk home?"
"...oh god..."
"We were walking back from Ophie's along the canal -"
"We were in Ophie's?"
"Yeah, that's where the tequila happened, after Pablo's closed."
"I don't even remember that at all."
"So we were walking back along the canal, and I was holding your arm and trying not to let you fall in. You stopped and turned to me and said 'I wanna pee in the canal', but you didn't actually get that far. You just giggled, hiked up your skirt, and wee'd in your panties."
"Holy crap. Lissa, I'm so sorry..."
"Nah, it was hilarious. You're such a cute drunk. So you pulled your skirt back down and we continued walking like nothing had happened. When we got home we were both knackered, but I figured I probably shouldn't let you go to bed with wet knickers, so I told you to take them off, and you just got completely naked. You're so skinny! I think that's the first time I've seen you totally undressed."
I blushed. I hadn't told Melissa how much of a crush I had on her, since I knew she wasn't into girls. An echo of my dream shot through my head and I blushed even harder.
"Then you said you wanted to take a shower, and I figured I should probably watch to make sure you didn't like drown or something. So you walk into the bathroom and say 'Need a pee.', pop a squat in the shower tray, and go right there."
"Lissa, I am so mortified."
"It's so funny, you're so shy about it when you're sober. You know I don't care about people weeing in front of each other, right?"
...and I certainly hadn't told her about how much peeing turned me on. I must have come across as a prude, when I was just trying not to perv over her on the numerous occasions she'd happily improvised a bathroom.
"Anyway, after that you take a shower and don't drown, and then I put you to bed. And here we are. So that's why you're naked. How about we solve both these problems at once?"
She stood and unwrapped her towel, revealing a slim but wiry body that looked like it had seen beaches and sunshine and plenty of exercise. As she knelt down again, I got a brief flash of a neat stripe of dark pubic hair and a pair of modest breasts with small pink nipples, before she held out the towel and waggled it, blocking my view.
I had never had the experience of being so embarrassed and also turned on at the same time, and I felt unfamiliar emotions rising inside me. I didn't have long to consider them, though:
"Jump out and let's get you dried off."
I folded the duvet back and pushed myself towards the edge of the bed, the soaked sheets squishing underneath me, sat up, put my feet down on the floor, and stood up tentatively, holding onto the bed for support. My head swam. Melissa closed in with the towel, wrapping it around me and rubbing me dry - back first, then bum, then legs, kneeling down in front of me. The lingering aftereffects of the dream made me want to push my hips towards her, and my already-burning cheeks felt like they would light up the room.
She stood up and handed me the towel, and I wrapped it hastily around myself and fled for the shower. As I turned the shower on, I realized I was probably being rude, so as I was waiting for it to warm up I stuck my head back around the door: "Thank you so much. Like, seriously. I owe you one. Maybe more than one."
Melissa - completely naked in the middle of the room, half-lit by a narrow beam of sunlight coming through the small window - turned and chuckled. "Don't worry about it, chick. I know you'd do the same for me."
As I washed, I thought about that flash of emotion earlier. Something about humiliation and arousal. A line from my dream drifted by: 'Naughty girl.' Was that something I was into?
I shut the water off, grabbed a towel and dried off, emerged back into the room to grab some clothes from my shelf, went back into the bathroom to change. Melissa was still undressed, wandering around and tidying up last night's detritus. I'd left the bathroom door open while I was changing; halfway through, a hand appeared round the door and slung a bundle of clothing in the vague direction of the laundry basket. "I'll get that later!"
There was a pause. "Hey, are you okay with me being in the buff? I don't want to freak you out or anything. It's just nice and sunny and warm."
"Uh ... it's fine!" It would be fine, definitely, I told myself. I didn't like being naked in front of others an awful lot, but I was pretty used to locker rooms, averting eyes, and just getting on with it. I emerged fully clothed from the bathroom, and was relieved (and, secretly, slightly disappointed) to find Melissa had donned a pair of black panties and a 'Fight Like A Girl' vest.
She turned and wrapped me in a hug.
"There we go. You're alright. Let's get this bed done."
As we stripped the bed, using my towel from earlier to soak up the puddle, I was incredibly relieved to find that the college had anticipated this situation, and had wrapped the mattress in a waterproof cover. I guessed that drunken students with poor bladder control were probably pretty common in the dorm.
"It feels like you've done this before?" I asked as I separated wet duvet cover from wet duvet and dumped both in a bag to take to the laundry.
"I had a friend in school ... put it this way, whenever we went on a night out, she would have wet herself by the time we got home. She lived pretty near me, and was terrified of her parents finding out. My dad slept like a log" - I remembered that her mom had moved out when we were about fourteen - "so I would just take her to mine, get her showered, and give her some clothes to go home in."
"You went out drinking in school?"
"Of course, everybody did! When you're sixteen and tall, you just go somewhere the bouncers don't look closely at your ID... wait, you never drank til you got to college?"
"I mean, I didn't even really drink much in first year either."
She laughed. "No wonder you get so blootered. I think I've got a lot more practice than you. Listen, next time we go out, I'm gonna make sure you take it a bit easier than me. But I want you to know that if you ever find yourself having an unscheduled bathroom break in your pants -"
This got a giggle from me, and a wide smile from Melissa.
"- then you'll be alright with me. I'll take care of you, chica."
"Thank you so much."
Her hands still occupied with wet laundry, she sidestepped over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Alright, Annabel Natalie, let's get this stuff washed."
Edited June 2, 2018 by sspz
Added links to previous stories; also I accidentally a word
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(This is not a real story, it's kind of a roleplay and fiction in case you are wondering)
Hi, my name is Alli! My best friend, Emily recently told me about this site since we are both pretty into omorashi. Here is a little backstory: One time while Emily was desperate to use the bathroom I took the key after locking the door so she couldn't enter just to tease her. I noticed a couple spurts from her as she begged me to let her enter, so I walked over to the door to try to unlock it. BUUUT...I fell and the key slipped through the door crack, into the bathroom. I spend the next 10 minutes trying to get it out. I DID IT....after Emily wet herself. I apologized so many times, BUT clearly, she still wants revenge.
So, today I was sitting on my couch scrolling through different shows on Netflix. I heard a "ding" and opened my phone to see whats up. It was a text from Emily.
Emily:
I'm still mad at you for what you did four days ago...
Alli:
Look, I'm so sorry. I didn't think you were that desperate!
Emily:
Yeah, I know. But I still want revenge soo...
Alli:
Fine, what?
Emily:
Hold on I'm coming to your house.
Alli:
K.
I'm not gonna lie, I was pretty nervous. I knew she was going to do something horrible. After all, I was pretty responsible for her soaked pants and thighs. Before I knew it, I heard the doorbell. I ran over to open for her. "Hey," I told her.
"Hey,"
"So...you wanna get revenge?"
"Yep. The worst."
"What is it?" I asked her. She pulled out a bunch of locks and chains and keys and...I don't even know. "Uhh...what do you need that for?"
"You'll see," she said as she walked into my living room.
"Okay, so I'm going to have to go in a bit so sadly I don't get to see the damage in person. I'm going to tie three chains with locks around your waist so that you can't remove your pants." She walked over to my freezer and grabbed the ice rack and started filling it up with water. "One of the keys will be in one of these ice cubes. That's the one that unlocks the blue lock. There are three keys in there but only one will unlock it. You will have to wait for them to melt then unlock the chain. The second key is the one that unlocks the green one. It's in that one weird bush near my house. You know which one?'
"Yeah but..."
"Okay good. The third key is buried in one of your flower pots outside."
"WOW. You really took a lot of time planning this shit."
"Yeah, you made me wet myself."
"Wait, but whats the point if you aren't even going to enjoy watching me struggle?"
"Oh yeah! There is this website called Omorashi.org. You can put videos of omorashi, pictures of ommorashi, and write omorashit stories an stuff. You are going to document your experience there. I better see it!" She handed me a bunch of drinks and wouldn't leave until I drank all four of them. Which took about an hour because we were talking as I was drinking. After I was done she locked the chains with duplicate versions of the keys she hid. So yeah... let's see what happens.
11:34
Okay, I'm kind of desperate. The drinks are starting to kick in, not too bad though. Emily will be pretty mad to figure out how good I'm doing.
11:56
Okay, nevermind. I'm really desperate. I tried pushing taking off the chains but there was no good in doing so. I tried to at least loosen it up. The chain was pushing down on my full bladder. I should have started earlier 'cause now that I'm this desperate, It's hard to actually do much.
12:13
Oh my god, I really can't hold it. I can barely even type while holding it all in. This was a bad idea. I'M ALREADY LEAKING.
1:45:
Okay, it was pretty hard typing with one hand holding your pussy and while jumping. Let me tell you how everything went down. After typing how I was feeling at 12:13 I just started squirming uncontrollably. I went outside to start looking for the key in the pots. I bent down and looked through the dirt, every time I bent down all I could think about is how much I wish I could just pee there. I was dripping every bit while trying to find the stupid key. My underwear was slowly getting more and more saturated with my urine. The feeling of happiness was just amazing where I felt metal underneath the dirt. I pulled my hand out and found the key. I unlocked the green lock while pressing my thighs together. HAHA EMILY. After my mini-celebration, I felt another leak. I needed to find the other two keys. I started running over to Emily's house to get the key from the bush. I ran as fast as I could which wasn't very fast considering I was on the verge of wetting myself entirely. I squirted a couple times on the way there but I finally got to the bush and started looking for the key in there. Being so close to the bush, I just wanted to pee there. I looked for the key which was actually pretty hard. I finally found it and rushed back home and unlocked the purple lock. That's when I realized I had completely forgotten about the blue lock which was it in the ice. I took all three ice pieces with keys and put them on the kitchen counter waiting for them to melt. I tried putting them in my hand to warm them up but that made my desperation EVEN WORSE. It was already enough with the amount of water I drank after running it the heat. I felt my squirts getting heavier. One of them finally melted. I jammed the key inside the blue lock, struggling to put it in, and praying it was the right one. It wasn't. When the second key melted I tried it and YES IT WAS THE RIGHT ONE. I let the chain fall to the ground the starting unbuttoning my pants. I started running to the bathroom moaning. For some reason the moment I removed all the chins, knowing I was close to peeing, my bladder went crazy. I got near the bathroom but started leaking halfway. I tried to stop it but at this moment, my desperation was so strong, I could barely move. Urine started shooting out of my pussy. It was unstoppable. My pants were getting darker and wetting as pee gushed down my thighs. I listened to the urine hit the ground and just sunk into the puddle. I peed the last view drips and shockingly 30 seconds later I got a text from Emily.
Emily:
Are you done? How did it go?
I'm actually in my dripping underwear while writing this. Welp, I hope you guys enjoyed reading about my experience and Emily, I hope you liked your revenge and seeing me suffer. Bye! -Alli |
This is a bit of an experimental story. Instead of front-loading with a lengthy author's note, I put it at the bottom. Enjoy a tale of epic desperation, then tell me what you think.
People say gods don’t exist. They’re wrong. A whole pantheon of them sits somewhere in the fifth dimension, looking down on us and writing down events pertaining to their particular area of interest, more for their personal amusement than for some future karmic justice. They just aren’t the sort of gods you’re likely to be familiar with. There’s Eeroonee, who spends his time looking out for people who misuse the word “ironic” and laughing behind—if there is such a thing as behind in the fifth dimension—their backs. There’s Pee-Zee, whose field of interest includes any and all uses of the word “politically correct.” I could go on for days. The deity you’re likely interested in, however, is one so obscure even most of the other denizens of the fifth dimension haven’t heard of him, or her, or it—for the gods have nothing so pedestrian as gender. Their name is Omo Rashi, and I happen to have procured a sample of their notebook. I didn’t exactly sell my soul for it, but it was a close thing. Suffice to say I owe the ambassador from the Fourth Circle of Hell a favor.
This is a selection of case reports from Omo Rashi’s extremely extensive notebooks. I will simply call them cases #1, #2 etc. The original follows some arcane classification scheme I can’t decipher. The deities of the fifth dimension—as best as my fifteen years of arcane studies have taught me—are near omniscient in their particular field of interest (although they may be unaware of events or facts pertaining to other matters). As one might imagine, the notes of a being privy to so much more information than any human being could hold in their head at the same time, or even comprehend in a lifetime, are quite hard to follow. Especially since they appear to experience past, present and future simultaneously, or out of order at any rate. I have therefore attempted to fashion a sort of narrative out of the chaos. Suffice to say, if the following reads like a short story, that is not the fault of Omo Rashi.
Enough babble. Let’s get it on.
Case #1
Subject: Rachel Annabel Rose
Age: 24
Height: 170 cm
Physical description: Slim, brunette, wears glasses
Last recorded daytime wetting: age seven (7)
Last recorded bedwetting: age eleven (11)
Bladder size: Above average
It was a nice morning in early summer, and the two of them were both excited to be here. As soon as the wristbands went on, Rachel let out an uncharacteristic squeal of joy. Her boyfriend and companion for the day, Aaron, shot her a quizzical look. Rachel was not one to express strong emotions in public, and when he suggested they check out this festival, she hadn’t been all that enthusiastic. For one thing, she got nervous in crowds.
“Someone’s a bit excited, I see,” Aaron said.
“I might have taken something for my nerves,” Rachel said. Indeed, she might have taken a bit much, all things considered. But that would become evident later.
“Was that a good idea?”
Rachel giggled. “Well, maybe not. But otherwise I’d be a nervous wreck when the crowd really gets going. Come on, let’s go grab some drinks!”
They were early, so there wasn’t much of a line at the beer tent. Although Aaron questioned the wisdom of mixing whatever sedative his girlfriend had taken with alcohol, he let it slide. If there was one thing Rachel wasn’t, it was reckless. She was a bit on the neurotic side—hence the need for a calming agent—and would have spent hours online assuring herself that she could indeed drink on this thing. They grabbed a beer each and settled on a bench, waiting for the first band to come on. Actually they were here a bit early: not only was there another hour until the first band, but the acts that people actually paid to see—rather than the local warm-up bands that played earlier in the day—would not be on for many hours. Rachel, on the other hand, had wanted to go early because, as she had told her boyfriend repeatedly, she didn’t “do” crowds very well, and might need to leave early if things became too overwhelming, so she’d rather go early and catch some lesser known bands than go late, stay for an hour and then leave.
Pretty soon, she’d drained her beer and procured another. Aaron had to restrain himself from grabbing her and telling her to slow down. She was a big girl, and besides, two beers wasn’t much. Still, it was strange, seeing her like this: not just relaxed, but exuberant. This was a side of her he loved, but it was one she rarely showed in public. In the privacy of their home, or a small gathering of friends, she could be the life of the party. It was strange, but it was like there were two of her. One was a freaking rock star around whom everyone else orbited like satellites, the other was a nervous wreck who hid in a corner. The only difference was the size of the crowd: more than a dozen people in close proximity, and she’d become a wallflower. Today, however, she was not, even though the crowd definitely warranted it.
“So, anyway, how’s Amanda?” Rachel asked. Aaron shivered. Did she know? It had only been a kiss… But no, Rachel only wanted to know how their mutual friend’s job search was going. A drunken mishap one night when Rachel was out of town, thankfully, was not the topic of the day.
“Oh, you know, she’s busy sending out resumes,” Aaron said, then, thinking to change the topic before it got uncomfortable, he continued, “But anyway, this beer’s going right through me. I’m gonna go find a toilet. Come with me, that way you’ll know where they are for later.”
Rachel frowned. Her boyfriend didn’t know what she was thinking, but if there was one thing she didn’t intend on doing, it was using one of those dirty, bacteria-infested porta-loos. And she could already feel a twinge in her own bladder. Nevertheless, she dutifully followed her boyfriend to the designated area, which was indeed a vast row of portable toilets. This early in the day, there was no line. Rachel bought a bottle of water from a vendor passing by with a trolley while she waited. Better limit the alcohol intake—two beers was more than enough for a buzz in combination with her little pill. It was a hot day, though, and she was thirsty. Aaron exited the toilet as she finished off her water. “You really went in there, didn’t you? Those things are disgusting,” Rachel said.
“Oh, come on,” her boyfriend said. “They’re not that bad. Especially early in the day, before hardly anyone’s had the time to use them. Why don’t you pop in now, so you won’t have to go later?”
“I’m not going in there!”
“You’ve had what, two beers already? It’s only going to get more disgusting as the day goes on, if you think this is bad. You didn’t even stick your head inside and see what it’s like!”
“I don’t need to pee. Let’s go!” Rachel said. “I think the first concert’s about to start.”
Shaking his head, Aaron joined his girlfriend. They found a spot in the crowd in front of the smaller of the two scenes. It was a local indie rock band playing the first set of the day. Neither of them had heard of the band before, but once things got going, it wasn’t bad. The crowd was still pretty sparse, and few people knew any of the lyrics, but still, there was a general head-bobbing going on, which is about as much as you can ask for as an unknown band so early in the day. By the time the set was over, Rachel’s light-headedness had resided somewhat, and she felt ready for another beer. Her boyfriend was getting thirsty himself.
Now, friends, here is an editorial insertion: as mentioned, the denizens of the fifth dimension see and hear all, at least in their given domain of knowledge. The god of Lost Socks in the Wash might not know the exact time-table of the London tube, but it damn well knows where every last one of those single socks that always disappear inconveniently, is located. And as for Omo Rashi, nothing to do with urine, bladders, or urination is beyond his knowledge. All of this is to say that we find exact status reports about the state of various persons of interest’s bladders, and so I can inform you that at this point, Rachel’s bladder already held a good 700 milliliters of urine. An average adult bladder is full in the 500 milliliter range. And though Rachel certainly had a large bladder, even she was not immune to the call of nature. An astute observer could spot her somewhat shaky, impatient foot-tapping when she stood still—although without knowing what to look for one might assume she was keeping the beat of the music—and the growing bulge of her bladder, pushing on and stretching the denim of her tight jeans. As for the main character herself, she was now fully aware of her need to go—it was an ever-present, nagging irritation, but she could still control herself. She could certainly keep in one more beer. Her boyfriend had not noticed anything yet, and she wasn’t intending for him to do so, either. He’d surely insist she’d go to one of those awful loos, and no amount of sedatives could get her to do that. Ugh.
The crowd was now growing thicker, and there was now a line for beer. Aaron got them a plastic cup each, and they wandered around for a quarter of an hour before they found a seat. By this point, Rachel’s bladder was nearing a full liter of pee, and even her oblivious boyfriend was starting to catch on to the fact. She was dressed in a tank top and light, faded jeans, pretty as always, but now she was seated with her legs crossed and her free hand in her lap, pretending to be resting it there but really waiting for Aaron’s attention to lapse long enough for her to squeeze. The weather was hot, the sun was out, and the drinks were flowing, but now a slight breeze came blowing past. Rachel had grown used to the heat, and the slight cool gave rise to a shiver in her bladder. She bit her lip. Never had she even been close to having an accident, but it was only a bit past midday and she was already growing desperate. And yet there was no way she was using the disgusting facilities. A germ of concern grew in her mind. However would she last the day? When would Aaron notice and start nagging her?
At this point, dear reader, it’s time for another authorial intrusion. Those were Rachel’s thoughts, but the factsheet at the top of the case file gives the lie to her unbroken streak of dry underwear. Once, when she was seven, she had been drinking juice and watching cartoons all morning, and didn’t notice she had to pee until it was an emergency. Then her mother called her into the kitchen for lunch, and she’d made pancakes, Rachel’s favorite. As a girl, there were two things she couldn’t resist: cookies and pancakes. So she ran into the kitchen, bouncing all the while, and her mother took it for general excitement. Seven-year-olds can be enthusiastic. All throughout lunch, Rachel squirmed. Finally, a little dribble escaped. Rachel must have gasped—here the fifth-dimensional notes are a little hard to interpret—but whatever she did, her mother caught on. She sternly reminded her daughter to take care of her natural needs, and Rachel stormed off to the bathroom. But before she could get down her shorts, it started pouring out, all over the floor, pooling neatly around the bottom of the toilet. Rachel’s mother was not pleased—not because she’d had an accident, but because she’d had an accident out of pure laziness.
Then there was the time she was eleven and, again, too much juice was to blame. That, and she stayed up late watching a horror movie—her babysitter had let her to watch something her parents would never allow—and she was too tired by the end to go potty before bed. She had a nightmare. When her mother woke her the next day, she found a dinner plate of pee on the bedsheets, and one very embarrassed daughter. But that time, her mother’s ire was reserved for the babysitter, once she learned what had happened.
So Rachel might not have been entirely honest with herself that day at the festival. But those incidents were long ago. Seven is an age at which accidents are still within the realm of acceptable mishaps during the day, and wetting the bed after watching a horror movie at eleven, too. She could rationalize that away. The point was, she had not been in trouble since she was a little girl. Rachel really did have an exceptional bladder. Whenever she went to the pub with her friends, she would go once for every two times her friends went. One time, on a road trip with Aaron, they’d both had large coffees, and he’d been desperate while she was totally fine. Aaron had to make an emergency pit stop by the roadside and barely got his dick out in time. She often teased him about that. The fact that she was starting to worry, then, was a testament to the urgency of the situation.
“Looks like it’s going to be packed,” Aaron said, and burped. He’d just drained the last of his beer. “We better get ready if we want a good spot for when the main acts come on. Speaking of, I gotta take a leak. You ready to move?”
Rachel rose, a bit unsteady. She bit her lip and tried with all her might to stand straight, but couldn’t help but do an involuntary little curtsy to keep a wave of pressure in check. Aaron raised an eyebrow. “You okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, yeah… I think my leg fell asleep,” Rachel lied. At this point, her attempts to hide her pee-dance were no longer convincing. You didn’t have to be Omo Rashi, god of pee desperation, to see that this young woman needed to pee.
“Let’s head to the restrooms,” Aaron said, giving her a look that said “that means you too.” Unfortunately, that was not the right approach to take with Rachel. Especially not when she was a bit drunk, and perhaps overcompensating a bit for her discomfort with large crowds. She’d resolved to put on a brave face, and his tone reminded her far too much of her mother. In her teens, when it became clear just what a prodigious bladder nature had endowed her with, her mother would often nag her about going to the bathroom. She’d often forget, and rarely went “just in case.” But as a teenager, the last thing you want is for your mom to treat you like a child. Finally, her mother had had enough. It had been another one of those long road trips where Rachel never took the opportunity to pee because she simply didn’t need to. “Fine,” her mother had said, frustrated. “One day you’ll be sitting there in wet pants and begging me not to say ‘I told you so.’” That day had never come, and it wasn’t about to come today.
This time, there was a small line for the port-a-loos, even though there were plenty of them. Aaron was restless himself, dancing a bit on the spot. Rachel couldn’t resist poking him in the belly. “Had a bit much to drink, big boy?” She asked with a smirk.
The look he gave her then sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn’t malice, it was pity. She could not stand still herself, dancing on the spot even worse than her boyfriend, and yet she was the one poking fun and insisting she was fine. Another wave of pressure wracked her body, and she had to resort to a squeeze in full view of everyone. It dawned on her, then, that she could not keep this up all day. And yet she could not use those… Things. So Rachel did a very stupid thing. While Aaron was in the toilet, she grabbed a beer from a nearby stall and downed it all before Aaron came back. She needed to calm her nerves. But more than that, she needed to limit her fluid intake. She almost coughed up some of the beer and had to collect herself so she didn’t vomit—not because she was that drunk, but chugging can do that to the best of them. Rachel was determined not to let her boyfriend know, and she just managed to gulp down the last of it and throw away the cup before he returned. Aaron had a very relieved look on his face. Rachel’s must have been a blank mask, so hard was she trying to look unconcerned. She was now holding at least 1.1 liters, and she’d downed another pint. Rachel was in agony, and her troubles were only just getting started.
“You sure you don’t want to…?” Aaron tried.
“No! Let’s go and get a nice spot.” She was resolute.
Then a cosmic coincidence occurred. Perhaps good old Omo Rashi had a hand in it. I don’t understand the rules governing the interference or lack thereof well enough myself. I don’t know if they merely observe, or if they sometimes act to influence events in our universe. In any event, as the couple were making their way towards the main stage, they ran into Amanda. You might recall, the girl Aaron had fooled around with a few months back—long after he and Rachel became exclusive. The three were mutual friends, and Rachel had no idea what had happened. Amanda almost rushed straight past them, but then she caught herself. Apparently she was in a hurry.
“Amanda!” Rachel yelled. Rachel didn’t notice, but her boyfriend cringed. This was the last thing he needed. Amanda stopped in her tracks, swiveled around to face them. She was a bit unsteady on her feet.
“Oh, Rachel! Fancy meeting you here!” She said. Her tone was studiously neutral. She couldn’t know whether Rachel knew. Rachel, for her part, was trying her best to hide her desperation. And it takes one to know one: She could clearly see that Amanda was in dire straights herself. The petite blonde was dancing on the spot. She must have been headed to the loos. And was that—yes it was. The realization sent a wave of pressure to Rachel’s bladder, and she had to double over to keep control. Between Amanda’s legs, where her legs met her shorts, was a small damp spot.
“I really can’t talk...” Amanda said. “Kind of an emergency. You don’t look too comfortable yourself, Rachel. Want to come with me to the toilets?”
Rachel blushed. Aaron stood beside her, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to disappear into. The last thing he wanted to do was stand here chatting with the girl he almost-kinda-sorta cheated on his girlfriend with, with his girlfriend right next to him. His next least favorite thing about the whole situation was how obvious it was that his girlfriend was desperate. On the one hand, he could save her some embarrassment if he managed to convince her to go with Amanda—for surely not even Rachel’s bladder could stand a whole concert in her state—but then they might get to talking, and things better kept under wraps might come up. Luckily for our hapless antihero, Rachel simply smiled, said she could hold it until after the concert, and told Amanda they’d catch up next time. Amanda was gone in a second. The wet spot, viewed from behind, had grown an inch while they’d been talking.
Unfortunately, in the copious journals of Omo Rashi, I have yet to locate a case file on Amanda. I’m almost certain there is one, and I’m sure it’s juicy. Cross-referencing other case files hints that she’s had some incidents of her own.
Crisis averted, Aaron escorted his girlfriend to the best spot they could find, which was in the middle of the crowd. They were clearly too late for a prime spot. Rachel was now dancing on the spot, but thankfully for her, the show started pretty soon. Casual onlookers would take her for a particularly enthusiastic dancer. Halfway through the concert, a wave of pressure literally forced her to her knees. It was like a tsunami assaulting her peehole, and the pain was almost unbearable. She sank down to her heel and pretended to fiddle with her shoelaces until the worst of it was over. When she stood up, she thanked the heavens her panties were still dry. They were light pink, bikini-cut; if she and Aaron decided to get frisky later, any little leak would be obvious. And it was rapidly approaching the point where any leak would not be little at all, but a flood.
As the concert was winding down, Aaron leaned into her and whispered in her ear: “Babe, I can see you’re in pain. Let’s just go find you some relief before it goes all wrong.”
Rachel was tempted, but she had a combination of pride and trepidation at the thought of the public facilities, so she simply shook her head and continued pee-dancing and occasionally squeezing her crotch. During the encore, she crossed her legs and permanently wedged her hand between her legs. Luckily for her, most eyes were on the stage, not on an anonymous, desperate young woman in the middle of the crowd. Then the concert was finally over. A couple of local bands would play next, and it would be maybe four or five hours until the headliner on the main stage. Anybody with half a brain could see that Rachel wouldn’t last that long.
The two wound their way out of the crowd towards a sort of picnic area with some benches, next to a food stand. They didn’t speak; she, because she was too busy keeping her pants dry, and he, because he felt too awkward. They hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and he was hungry, but there were more pressing issues at hand. Rachel sat down on a bench, legs tightly crossed. A pearl of sweat flowed down her neck, nestling between her breasts. She bit her lip. Her abdomen was cramping, her eyes were watering. She had no idea what to do.
“So….” Aaron began. “You have to get over it and go. I can tell you can’t last much longer.”
She turned towards him slowly. “I… can… Make it.” She managed. “Let’s just go home.”
“And miss the headliner? The one we paid so much to see?”
“Look, Aaron, I told you I don’t do crowds very well. I’ve been compensating by getting drunk, but even that isn’t helping anymore. Please, we’ve seen a bunch of bands, we’ve had a good time, haven’t we?”
Aaron really felt for her. He really did. But selfishly, he really did want to see the last concert. And remember, this was a guy who kinda-sorta—you get my drift—on his girlfriend. But seeing her wet her pants in such a public place wasn’t high on his list of priorities.
“Fine. Okay. Let’s just go, then,” he said.
The notes, as best I can decipher them, indicate that Rachel was holding close to 1.5 liters at this point.
They got up and began heading towards the exits. Rachel had to stop several times to hold herself. She caught stares, and her face was a permanent stoplight red. But if she could only get out, then she could maybe find a café or something with a decent, nice, clean restroom. Every step was agony. Her bladder bulged out of her jeans, her shirt riding up to expose some skin in a way that might have been alluring, if she wasn’t acting like a little girl who left for the potty too late. Just one step at a time. She could do it. She had an amazing bladder capacity.
Their route took them past one set of port-a-loos. Aaron pointed them out. Rachel strolled past. Then they got to the exit gate, and apparently they weren’t the only ones who’d had enough. The gate was small, and there was a line. Apparently they had a system where you had to show your wristband on the way out, just in case somebody sneaked in. Catch ‘em on the way out, like. A stupid idea, perhaps an idea put into some festival administrator’s mind by Omo Rashi itself.
A tear rolled down Rachel’s cheek. The pain was so much. Her panties were still dry, but she was sweaty all over, in pain, dancing on the spot, squeezing herself. She wanted to tear down her pants and pee right there. But she couldn’t do that, of course. The line was agonizingly slow. Every minute, another wave wracked her. Another step closer to the flood. They were almost to the front of the line when the girl in front of them got in an argument with one of the guards. Something about having “lost” her wristband. The altercation escalated. Five minutes passed. Aaron grabbed hold of Rachel’s hand, trying to offer some moral support. She squeezed it once, then released it. She needed both her hands to do hold-it duty. Finally, the belligerent girl got escorted away by security. It was their turn.
As she stepped forward to show her wristband and get out of there, Rachel felt it. A slip in her control. A leak. She could feel her nether lips get wet, feel pee saturating her panties. She squeezed shut with all her might. Her expression gave away that something was wrong, but not what. Not yet. Nevertheless, it caught the attention of the guard. She’d just had to deal with one suspicious, quarrelsome guest, so she was probably in a bad mood. “Something wrong, miss?” Asked the security lady.
“No...” Rachel began. She couldn’t stop it. The leaks were coming. Her panties were now well and truly wet, and it would soon start dripping into her pants.
“Let me have a look at that wristband,” the woman said.
“I...” She couldn’t stop it. The leaks became a flood. Pee poured out the front of Rachel’s jeans, trailing down the insides of her thighs, creeping up her butt, trailing into her shoes. It splattered on the ground, and it kept on coming. She couldn’t stop it. She could only stand there, mortified, peeing herself in front of this suspicious security lady. The woman didn’t notice at first, but when she did, she just gaped. Finally, she mumbled something sounding vaguely apologetic and waved the two of them through without so much as a look at their wristbands.
By that point, Rachel had gotten the flow shut off, but it was a lost cause. Her jeans were soaked front to back. A little bit had gotten on her shirt, which had stuck into the back of her pants. Nobody could doubt that she’d well and thoroughly pissed herself, like a little girl. Like that time with the pancakes when she was seven.
If you want the details, she’d held 1.6 liters when she burst, and emptied about a liter of that in her pants. She still had to pee, but it was under control for now.
Aaron didn’t know what to say. Neither did she. They walked in silence. Well, aside from the squishing sound of Rachel’s wet sneakers. Her bladder weakened, Rachel had trouble keeping what was left in. A few yards outside the entrance, Rachel gave up. She sank down in a toddler-ish crouch and peed the rest of it straight through her pants onto the ground. At this point, she’d had enough of the pain. It couldn’t get worse than this, right?
When she looked up, there was Amanda, of all people. Aaron was probably more embarrassed than either of them, for what Amanda said was simply, “Oh my god! You too?”
I said I couldn’t find a case file on Amanda. I did say I found references to incidents in other case files. Amanda’s shorts were soaked. Clearly, she hadn’t made it—perhaps the very conversation she’d had with Rachel had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. Or perhaps it was Omo Rashi’s hand involved again, because Amanda’s appearance saved the day for Rachel. She’d been about ready to cry, but here was another girl, a friend—as she saw it, not knowing of Amanda’s indiscretion—who’d just gone through the same thing.
Aaron had no interest in sticking around this mess. He’d been trying to avoid Amanda ever since you-know-what happened between them. Not because he regretted it, so much as because he feared getting caught. Amanda, for her part, was genuinely sorry. But that’s neither here nor there. Aaron invented an excuse to disappear, suddenly wondering whether he’d turned off the stove back home, leaving two soaking wet girls alone together. The two decided to head to Amanda’s place, which was closer. Rachel had a shower and borrowed some clothes. They swapped their stories of misfortune, and it turned out that each had their accident for much the same reason: they found the port-a-loos disgusting. And so at the end of the day, they were able to laugh at and with themselves, and no tears were shed over this catastrophe.
Thus ends Case File #1 of the Omo Rashi Files.
Author's Note
As mentioned, this one is a bit of an experiment. I figure it's a place I can stuff disconnected stories when inspiration strikes. I'm experimenting with several things here, and I'm not sure if they work, but it's good to try something new. For one thing, I'm doing third person omniscient, which is something I never do usually. For another, it has an element of metafiction. There's a narrator that exists outside the story yet continually intrudes on it to comment or joke or be sarcastic. Sometimes, the narrator rambles on for a bit. This is intentional. Whether it works or not is up to you to decide, but I didn't write it that way on accident.
Unless this story is a horrible flop I'll probably (but no absolute promises!) throw up another case file or two soon. Not necessarily this long. Some might be shorter. I tend to have periods of extreme productivity and then long periods of no activity. I have a folder full of drafts, some almost finished, and none felt quite right. So this time I just tried to write something silly and hot and then I just put it up here. |
When it rains, it pours. Thus it is with my creativity, anyway.
Cases #2-4
Subject: Lily van Zant
Age: 16
Height: 159 cm
Physical description: Average build, dark hair
Last recorded daytime wetting: age four (4)
Last recorded bedwetting: age three (3)
Bladder size: Above average
Subject: Alicia van Zant
Age: 36
Height: 165 cm
Physical description: Average build, dark hair, stylish businesswoman, looks near a decade younger than her age
Last recorded daytime wetting: age two (2)
Last recorded bedwetting: age six (6)
Bladder size: Exceptionally large
Subject: Sophia Olsen
Age: 16
Height: 172 cm
Physical description: Slim, pretty blonde, braces
Last recorded daytime wetting: age sixteen (16)
Last recorded bedwetting: age sixteen (16)
Bladder size: Small
This was so embarrassing. Why did her mother have to make her do this? Couldn’t she have done it for her? Sophia circled the store four times before she finally got up the courage to turn to the diaper section—her section. Now she was stood in line holding nothing but a pink package of pull-ups for girls. A smiling girl about six years younger than Sophia was shown on the front. “Discreet, for night-time and occasional daytime use,” the label read. When it was her time to pay, the shade of her face left little doubt that these were intended for her, rather than a younger sibling. The lady at the counter gave her a sympathetic smile. A teenage boy behind her audibly snickered.
But there was nothing else to it. Her mother had made her buy these for her upcoming trip, and she had every reason to. Sophia had always had a small bladder. And she’d never been good about making it to the bathroom on time, no matter how hard she tried. And she did try hard. It just never worked out. She had leaks almost daily, weekly night-time accidents, and she’d wet her pants at school twice this year alone. At age sixteen! It was terrible. Kids called her Pissy Missy behind her back. But in the past year, she’d really thought she was getting it under control. It had been a while since a major daytime accident, and she’d only wet the bed once this month. (Editorial note: Not true. She’d only soaked the bed once that month, but had most certainly made her sheets damp a dozen times.)
Now she was going on a skiing trip with her best friend Lily and Lily’s mom, and Sophia’s mother had insisted she get a handle on the problem. She didn’t want Sophia wetting somebody else’s car, or hotel bed. And strolling out of the store, blushing at how see-through the plastic bag that held her package was, Sophia could see the sense in it. But that didn’t mean she had to like it. Now, surely, the worst of it was over. She’d gotten through the ordeal of buying diapers for herself in public—calling them pull-ups was just a ploy for kids to feel more grown-up; these were most definitely diapers, built to handle urinary accidents. Now all she had to do was tell her friend about them—but Lily knew all about Sophia’s problems. It couldn’t be so hard, could it? And maybe Sophia could finally have some peace. A quiet moment without the constant worry, the constant need to ascertain the location of an available restroom.
The day came. It was going to be a long road trip to the ski resort, so Sophia dutifully donned her infantile new undergarments, and stuffed the package in her backpack. She also lugged along a suitcase with assorted clothes and other things she thought she’d need. The skiing gear itself they’d rent on location.
“Hey sweetie pie, what’s in the backpack?” Lily asked as her best friend slipped in beside her in the back seat. Although they were friends, Lily had always seen Sophia somewhat like a younger sister. It was something to do with her youthful demeanor, her innocent naivete, and of course, her proneness for wetting accidents. The fact that Sophia was taller and had a fuller, more womanly figure, that she’d gotten her first period a year earlier, and probably knew more about geopolitics or ancient philosophy than even Lily’s mom, didn’t enter into it. Now Lily was curious what strange supplies were so important they had to be brought into the car, instead of in the trunk, yet were big enough to require a backpack. Could she… No. Sophia was far too innocent to have done something so brazen as smuggle alcohol into a car with Lily’s mom in the front seat. Lily’s curiosity was certainly piqued further when her friend only blushed at her question. Lily took a sip of her coffee—she was a caffeine junkie, and it was early—and thought, this better be interesting.
They’d been half an hour on the road when Sophia finally worked up the courage to tell her friend what the hell the deal was. She leaned in conspiratorially and whispered: “So, about the backpack?”
Lily nodded, encouraging more detail.
“Uh, this is really embarrassing… Promise you won’t laugh at me?”
“Of course not,” Lily said. Sophia didn’t notice, but Omo Rashi’s notes indicate that Lily was already crossing her legs at this point. All casual-like. “You can tell me anything.”
“So you know how I, uh, I sometimes, you know, I… I sometimes have accidents,” Sophia stammered. Somehow, buying the damn diapers in public was less embarrassing than admitting to it to her friend, one-on-one. This was a personal conversation, not an impersonal, anonymous transaction. “Er, my mom made me get these...” Sophia opened the zip on the backpack slightly to show off the package.
Lily had to swallow down a laugh. It wasn’t polite to laugh at her friend, but really, pink diapers? But then again, she did pee her pants like, all the time. Lily, on the other hand, had a large bladder and rarely had any trouble with it whatsoever. She’d been well trained by her mother. In fact, Alicia van Zant was something of a fanatic. She was a camel, and expected her companions to be the same, especially her daughter. She would never go out of the way to relieve herself, and wouldn’t do anyone else the courtesy either. Even with Lily’s natural gifts, she’d had a couple of close calls over the years, due to her mother’s refusal to find her somewhere to pee if it involved even a minor detour. But knowing this, it was probably a good thing Sophia had taken precautions. Lily’s mom wasn’t cruel, not really—she was actually a rather nice woman who doted on her daughter. She simply had a blind spot when it came to the call of nature. But still, even she wouldn’t just smile and shake her head if her daughter’s sixteen-year-old friend pissed all over her expensive car seats.
“That’s brilliant,” Lily said. “I mean, are you, like, wearing one right now?”
The blush on Sophia’s face told it all.
“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone—well, maybe mom, she’ll find out anyway, but nobody at school,” Lily swore. She had done herself the disservice of not taking her morning pee that day, and so she hadn’t been since after school the day before. For once, Lily was the one in more dire need of a pee, although it was nothing like a true emergency yet. Besides, she’d been in dire straights before and managed to stay dry. And she knew her mother wouldn’t stop, so she couldn’t even be bothered to ask.
They’d gotten started early, and Sophia hadn’t slept well the night before, both excited about the trip and worried about the ensuing situation with the diapers, so after a while, she excused herself and closed her eyes. Soon, she had drifted off into sleep.
Meanwhile, Lily was starting to feel the pressure. She now had trouble sitting still. She bit her lip. She gave her crotch a quick squeeze. She prayed to the gods that the trip would be shorter than predicted. Lily tried conversing with her mother to distract herself, but it didn’t work. Finally, she was about to ask her mother to stop, but then they passed a rest stop with a sign that indicated the next one was a long ways away. Fuck, she thought. She was already in more trouble than she’d been in years. After a while, Lily grew completely quiet, with a hand permanently lodged between her legs. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so cavalier about her friend’s diapers after all.
Sophia was sleeping blissfully, and at some point, trickled into her underwear. Nevertheless, her pants stayed entirely dry. It was all contained, although she’d wake up to an embarrassing, cold wetness around her bum area.
Now it was crunch time for her friend, although Sophia didn’t know. Lily knew she couldn’t last much longer. She might actually have her first real accident since she was potty trained. Unless… The diapers! She quickly shook her friend awake. “Whaa—?” Sophia said. She could feel the wetness around her bum and was afraid she’d been awoken to the fact that she’d pissed the seat, but the seating was dry. And yet her friend seemed frantic.
“Sophia, the diapers!” Lily whispered in a hiss. “I really, really gotta go and there’s nowhere to go and I can’t hold it any longer! You gotta help me out!”
Sophia looked at her friend in a new light. This was the first time she could ever remember seeing Lily desperate to pee. And apparently desperate enough that she’d be willing to resort to diapers—an undergarment which Sophia was certain her friend had been mocking in her mind, if not to her face, a few hours before. And yet, obviously she couldn’t let her friend pee herself. Or, well. It looked like it was going to happen whatever she did, but maybe she could spare Lily’s pants and the seats.
“You really want one? You can’t hold it?” Sophia asked.
“Yes! No! I mean, I do!” Squirming like a child, Lily was in no state to speak coherently. “Please, give me one. I’m going to try and shimmy out of these pants before I wet myself.” Lily began working on her pants, unbuckling her seat belt, then she had to stretch down to get off her shoes, and felt a slight leak as she bent over and pressurized her bladder. Her first leak since kindergarten. (Editorial note: Not quite true. But close enough.) All this, while hoping to god her mother wouldn’t happen to look in the rear-view mirror. The commotion did cause her mother to inquire what was going on, but Sophia quickly said they were just a bit restless and promised to keep it down from there on out. Alicia, herself carrying a good melon of a bladder of pee, was oblivious. Her control was so great, and she’d trained her daughter so well, that the operation now ongoing in the backseat was far beyond her ability to imagine. Alicia kept her eyes on the road.
Lily now finally had her pants off, still dry, and then she yanked off her panties. They were not dry. There was a wet spot between the legs the size of a peach. Her friend stared wide-eyed. Lily had started to wet herself! Even as she slipped the panties off her feet—to desperate to be embarrassed about her state of nudity—a tiny trickle escaped her slit and fell onto the seat. Sophia quickly handed her friend one of the pink diapers, and Lily just about got it up her hips before the floodgates let loose. The hiss was audible. Thankfully, Alicia had turned on the radio, so it was only audible in the back seat.
Lily felt warm all over—her face, out of embarrassment, her bum, out of wetness, and somehow, in between her legs, in a sort of ecstatic relief that made her shudder. She wasn’t entirely naive to the ways of human sexuality, but Lily could never have imagined a relief so sweet that merely releasing her pee—in her underwear no less—could be arousing, and yet somehow… Now there was a problem. The pull-up wasn’t designed for a flood such as this, and once she’d gotten going… “I can’t stop it!” Lily gasped. “I need another one!”
Sophia was amazed. She’d released a little stream of her own into her pull-up as a kind of bodily, subconscious empathy, and yet hers was nowhere near saturated after two wettings. Her friend really must have been desperate to flood one and be in need of another. But how was she going to keep the seat dry if she couldn’t stop?
“Just give it to me!” Lily hissed. Sophia handed over another pink little thing to her friend. Lily solved the problem inelegantly by simply lowering the sodden diaper slightly, still trickling into it, and simply pressing the new, dry one onto her crotch, sort of wedging it into the other one. It wasn’t a graceful operation, but she managed with minimal spillage. By now, finally, she was running dry. Lily could feel an ocean of warm urine pooling around her bottom. She couldn’t believe this had happened to her—to her! All because of her stupid mom and her stupid policy. (Another editorial note: It is entirely possible that Alicia would indeed have stopped, had her daughter asked. But she’d so thoroughly ingrained in her daughter the idea that ladies do not pee until absolutely convenient, her daughter was prepared to pee in a diaper before asking for a rest stop.)
Somehow, perhaps by the intervention of old Omo itself, Alicia never noticed anything going on in the back seat. It was rather incredible, but she kept her ears tuned to the radio and her eyes on the road, and never noticed her daughter’s total accident in the backseat. Well. Lily would later argue that she totally didn’t have an accident, since she didn’t actually pee in her pants—even though she’d uncontrollably emptied her entire bladder into her underwear. But that’s semantics. Old Omo Rashi knows, that sure counts as an accident. At sixteen, Lily’s bladder had finally defeated her will.
Sheepishly, Lily lowered her two sodden diapers and deposited them in a plastic bag Sophia had brought for just such a purpose, then wiped her legs down with some wet wipes and put on her wet panties and dry pants. Sophia hid the bag away in her backpack. She’d planned for such an eventuality. There was an awkward pause. Neither girl knew quite what to say. Finally, Sophia whispered, “I’m so sorry that happened to you. I’ve been there, only, like, much more publicly.”
Lily was embarrassed, but she was simply too relieved, to worked up, to really let any emotion show. She only nodded and mouthed a “thanks.” Besides, she had a curious urge to touch herself down there which was entirely unlike her. She should feel dirty—her panties were wet with pee, after all, and she’d just done something her mother had portrayed as the gravest sin a girl could commit since Lily was barely out of diapers (the first time). And yet, she was curiously aroused. Sophia took the flush in her friends cheeks for embarrassment, thankfully. She did have plenty to be embarrassed about, after all.
The rest of the journey was uneventful. Sophia had watched her fluid intake, and although her bum was sodden by the time they arrived in the evening, nothing had leaked. She walked a little bow-legged, her underwear puffy between her legs and probably visible if one knew what to look for, but her friend only gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. Lily would be able to change soon.
By this time, even Alicia was feeling a certain urgency. She was holding a full day’s worth of pee, and hadn’t stopped once. It never entered her mind. Now, she knew she would have to give in soon, but she wanted to settle the growling in her stomach first. Before they even checked into their hotel, she pulled into a restaurant. Lily was happy for it; she was hungry, too. Sophia, a little less so, since it meant having to walk around in a drooping wet diaper a while longer, but she resolved to bring her backpack and wet wipes into the restaurant and change in the restroom. The restaurant happened to be Mexican. The significance of this will soon become apparent.
Sophia managed to get changed out of her sodden diaper as they were waiting for their food. It was high time, too: a tiny trickle had trailed past the leak guards and down her thigh, although the only thing visible on the outside was a tiny patch that might have been a careless splash of water from washing her hands. Thankfully, the restroom was deserted, so Sophia didn’t have to sneak around to deposit her diaper. She smiled as she put on a dry one, happy to have gotten this far with dry pants. And she smiled again, thinking of her friend—not that she was happy that Lily had had a massive accident, but now at least the two shared a urinary pact of sorts. It made her feel more grown up, knowing she wasn’t the only sixteen-year-old who still had accidents.
The girls chatted amiably during dinner. Alicia, however, had grown taciturn. She was discreetly crossing her legs under the table. Although she would never deign to use a public restroom until her piss was literally knocking at the gates of her urethra, she definitely planned to avail herself of the facilities as soon as they checked into the hotel. Adding food to her belly abated her hunger, but it added an unpleasant fullness to an already strained area of her anatomy. Alicia was too much of a lady to squirm where she sat, dressed in slacks and a blazer like the businesswoman she was, but it was a close thing. When they were finished eating, she was quick to get the bill and even quicker—speed limits be damned—to get them to the hotel.
I must intrude on the story yet again, dear reader. Excuse me if I interrupt your fappy thoughts, but I feel the need to insert a philosophical aside. I think Omo Rashi is a trickster. I think he/she/it likes to prank people, likes to put roadblocks in the way of continence just to see what happens. To test your mettle, or to amuse the old god, or whatever alien motivations move the minds of the fifth dimension. I cannot otherwise explain what happened next. It could have occurred naturally, but the speed with which it set in makes me suspect supernatural intervention. Or at least, cosmically bad luck for poor Alicia van Zant. She’d booked them for a family room. The girls had been best friends almost since they were born, and were used to sharing a bed. Lily had experienced the unpleasantness of sharing a bed with a wetter on more than one occasion. But this also meant there was only one bathroom for the three of them to share. And whether it was simply unfamiliar spicy food or actual food poisoning, both girls got violently ill, and it set in about as soon as they set foot inside the room. The girls took turns occupying the bathroom for the rest of the night, emptying themselves out both ends—sorry for the disgusting expression, but there is no pretty way to describe the effects of food poisoning. Poor Alicia was forced to sit awkwardly on the bed, pretending to watch television with her hands in her lap. She’d now gone close to twenty-four hours without a pee, and she was more desperate than she’d been in living memory. It was only by a colossal force of will that she was able to hide her desperation from her daughter and her daughter’s friend. Actually, she was squirming pretty badly, even resorting to holding herself openly, and on any other day, the girls would have noticed and probably remarked on it. But both of them were too busy being sick to take much notice of Alicia’s increasingly desperate state.
Here is another point in favor of my theory of divine intervention: the girls were sick all night, but then it was all over. They were perfectly fine and healthy for the rest of the trip, the first night’s illness a mere unpleasant memory by morning. It was as if some higher power had intervened specifically to leave the bathroom occupied, out of reach for Alicia. Oh, there must have been restrooms in the lobby she could have used, but Alicia was a lady, and a lady doth not urinate in a public restroom when there is a private one nearby. It just happened to be occupied continuously, all night, by a pair of very sick girls.
By midnight, Alicia was on the verge of an accident, and both girls were in the bathroom, one holding the hair as the other vomited, or some such. I won’t ruin your mood by further detailing the goings on in there, know only that they were still being sick in there, supporting each other physically and morally, and accidentally preventing the relief Alicia van Zant so urgently needed. Alicia finally decided that the bathroom was a no-go zone for her that night. She was a lady. She would persevere. After assuring herself through the bathroom door that the girls were going to be okay—they were sick, but not dying in there—Alicia undressed and settled into bed, trying to will herself to sleep. To ignore her throbbing bladder. It was the size of a water melon, and even her thin cotton panties seemed to sharply jab at it. With her hands safely under the covers, she could squeeze herself as much as she liked. Legs pretzeled, hands on crotch, she finally managed to fall asleep. It was a minor miracle: A lesser woman would have wet herself twice over. But not Alicia. No, she slept unsoundly, but remained dry, although she dreamed of a never-ending bathroom line. At one point, the dream shifted, and she was in class, standing at the blackboard. Her teacher, a mean old hag, had commanded her to solve a complex equation in front of everyone, knowing full well that Alicia was desperate to pee. She was ten years old again, potty dancing and mortally embarrassed. She began to cry as she wet herself in front of everyone, urine pouring out from under her skirt. It splattered all over the floor, and it never ended. The mean old hag laughed. And yet in the real world, her sheets remained dry.
I have to say, reading the emotions of a god from a confusing mess of notes written in a language that doesn’t exist in this universe is no hard task. But having studied the notebooks of Omo Rashi for several years, and the arcane in general for a decade longer, I think I’ve learned to read between the lines. And I think even the god of desperation and accidents was astonished that Alicia van Zant did not wet the bed that night.
Around five in the morning, Alicia awoke with a start. She’d been holding herself between her legs in her sleep, and as she woke, she reflexively squeezed. Her panties were damp with sweat, and for a moment she thought she’d done the unthinkable. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she looked over to the girls’ bed. Surely now would be the hour of her relief. But no: she could only make out one sleeping figure in the bed. Which meant the other must be in the bathroom. What sounded like someone dry heaving confirmed her fears. Foiled again.
Now she was beyond desperate. She was on the verge of disaster. Alicia squeezed and squirmed. She clenched her muscles for all they were worth, retained an iron grip on her panties. Waves of pressure wracked her body. It was like an ocean crashing against a set of cliffs, and they had been doing so for ages. Even stone crumbles under such pressure over time, erodes. Even an iron will, a bladder of steel, a rock of sheer willpower must eventually fail. Alicia let out a moan as another wave overtook her. She arced her back up involuntarily. It felt as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to her bladder. It pounded on that rock hard protrusion. She felt her eyes water. She stayed in that awkward position for a minute, clenching with all her might. When she finally felt like the worst wave had passed, Alicia sank down again, exhausted. And just like that, it happened. As soon as her bum made contact with the sheets, her bladder burst. It wasn’t a leak. It wasn’t a trickle. It was a biblical flood. Alicia moaned and tried in vain to will herself to clench shut, but to no avail. The pee saturated her panties and began pouring out onto the sheets. In no time, she was lying in a huge puddle. It crept up under her butt, soaked into her nightshirt. There was nary a dry spot on her panties. She kept going for close to three minutes. She was so exhausted, she simply gave in. Alicia van Zant peed the bed and fell asleep shortly thereafter, in her pool of pee.
For those curious, the notes state that at the time it burst, her bladder contained an astonishing 1955 milliliters—close to two liters—of urine. And as if that wasn’t enough, she wet again in her sleep a few hours later.
“Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!” Lily’s chipper voice woke her mother. Apparently, once she’d purged herself of whatever foul toxins she’d eaten at the restaurant, her health had improved dramatically. The same could not be said for Alicia’s state. She, who had always admonished her daughter never to give in to her need, was lying in a cold, wet bed. An extremely, thoroughly soaked bed. As a woman in a man’s world, Alicia van Zant had conditioned herself to always remain in control. Of her bladder, of her emotions. She could not allow herself a moment of weakness, or she’d never be taken seriously. And yet, at that moment, she broke. Alicia burst into tears. Lily was astonished. She’d never seen her mother cry.
“What’s the matter, mom? What’s wrong?”
Both girls gasped as Alicia gingerly removed the covers, revealing the wetness underneath. Lily could not believe it. Her mom had peed the bed? Had hell frozen over night? And yet the evidence was right there. Sophia, dressed only in a shirt and a damp pull-up, climbed out of bed and walked over. She’d been there so many times before. She instinctively knew what was needed. Sophia walked over and hugged her best friend’s mom tight. She didn’t understand what or how or why, but she understood what was needed. Lily made it a three-way huddle.
Nothing more was said of this incident during the trip. Well, the girls might have whispered among themselves, but outwardly they pretended like it had never happened. Alicia had to have a very awkward conversation with the hotel staff, explaining that yes, there was a pee-stained mattress in her room, and no, it wasn’t her “one of her daughters”—they just assumed, she didn’t correct them—who had done it. It was all her. By this point, however, she’d regained her composure, and was all business. Of course she had wet the bed. It was just a thing that had happened, and it needed dealing with. She would pay, just get it cleaned up before nightfall. Her pride might be humbled, but her personality remained the same.
On the way home, Lily borrowed another pull-up. She stayed dry. Sophia did, as well. As for Alicia, of course she did—she never had trouble containing her bladder. It took divine intervention to make Alicia van Zant wet the bed. At least that’s what I believe. And I think that’s what she believes, as well. I don’t think she could handle the idea that she might be at fault for her ultimate embarrassment.
Thus end case files #2, #3 and #4, which I’ve combined for narrative structure. |
Author's note: I've always wanted to write a story like this, and here it is. It concludes this series for the foreseeable future. It's the longest story I've written. Very long. I could break it up into multiple post to milk visibility on the site, but I won't do that. I've divided it into 3 chapters and 3 epilogues for increased readability. Read at your own pace: You can always come back to it later and finish it if you like the beginning, but don't have the time or patience for a single-sitting reading. I won't apologize for the length, because this story needed it (not every story does, but some do). I actually wrote 10K words for this, and deleted them all. Took the best ideas from that draft and wrote a new story, and this one comes in at 12K words total. Proper novella. But unlike the earlier tripe I scrapped, I like this one. Long desperation stories can get a bit repetitive, but I hoped I managed to break it up with character interaction and the occasional intrusive narrator.
Cases #5-7
Subject: Jenny Winter
Age: 25
Height: 176cm
Physical description: Pretty, slim blonde
Last recorded daytime wetting: age nine (9)
Last recorded bedwetting: age fifteen (15)
Bladder size: Exceptionally large
Subject: Mary Alice Johnson
Age: 25
Height: 167 cm
Physical description: Brunette, nice face, average proportions
Last recorded daytime wetting: age three (3)
Last recorded bedwetting: age five (5)
Bladder size: Above average
Subject: Penny Waterson
Age: 20
Height: 153 cm
Physical description: Pretty, petite blonde
Last recorded daytime wetting: age twenty (20)
Last recorded bedwetting: age nineteen (19)
Bladder size: Average to above average
Chapter 1
Do you believe the gods ever make two people to be perfect foils for each other, just for their personal amusement? That would be Jen and Mary. The two had been best friends since grade school, and gone through every embarrassing adolescent ritual together. Jen was a slim blonde who got all the looks, but she wasn’t terribly bright. She made up for it by working very hard at whatever she tried to achieve. Mary was by no means an unattractive young lady, but the taller brunette got no attention next to her friend. She made up for it with an iron willpower and stunning smarts. Thus the two came to compete at everything. Jen was jealous of how seriously everyone took Mary from an early age, wise beyond her years as she was. She wanted to be seen as more than the pretty blonde. Mary, on the other hand, would never admit to it, but she coveted the attention poured onto her friend because of her looks and easy-going manner. The result of these opposites attracting was an intense competition in whatever caught both of their attentions. If you were keeping score, it would be about even, but it was all about that last loss, the most recent win in a long series of informal bets on everything from grades on a test to who could most entice a particular guy to who could complete a certain level on a video game the fastest.
One time, when they were about fifteen, they had been at a summer camping trip organized by a local youth organization. Non-alcoholic drinks were flowing freely throughout the night, and it’s lost to the sands of time – or at least, I can’t make it out of the confusing jumble of an incident report – which of them first suggested they compete to see if they could last the night without a pee break. Likely Jen wouldn’t have accepted the challenge, or proposed it, if she were indeed the one to do so, if she hadn’t lost some other bet the previous week. Both of them knew that Mary had the stronger bladder. She was the one always complaining that her friend was holding them up, interrupting whatever they were doing to find a bathroom. The conclusion of the contest was predestined. The two shared a tent, and shortly after midnight, whimpering and shaking, Jen had lost control. Both of them had been drinking heavily all night, and both would have been happy to take a pee before bed, even Mary. Mary was in a bad shape herself, but her mood improved immensely when she saw her friend’s eyes glaze over. She leaned in closer, and over the sounds of the forest—owls, other animals of the night, and muted chattering from the other tents—she heard a hiss that signaled Jen’s release.
Jen, for her part, lay stunned in her sleeping bag, feeling her bum and crotch area grow warm as a whole day’s worth of heavy hydration assaulted, then conquered her sphincter: it flowed out into her panties, pouring through them into her pajamas, and finally leaving a pool in her sleeping bag. Some crept up the back of her shirt. Neither girl said a word: it was obvious what had happened. Afterwards, Jen had to wordlessly climb out of her soaked sleeping bag, displaying a wet circle around both her front and her back, and make the embarrassing trip to the camp counselor to request a spare sleeping bag.
“Oh, honey, do you have a medical condition?” Asked the counselor, a young woman in her mid-twenties. She didn’t appreciate being woken up when she’d just fallen asleep after a day of herding rowdy teenagers, and the girl in front of her was standing in urine-soaked pajamas and asking for spare equipment. Which meant extra work for the counselor.
“No,” Jen admitted. She couldn’t exactly say that she’d lost a holding contest with her best friend, so she only added, “I thought I could hold it until morning, but I guess I had too much to drink.”
The counselor shook her head. “You’re really too old to be wetting the bed from sheer carelessness,” she chided. “If it was a medical thing, I’d be more sympathetic, but this is just pure immaturity. Well, I’ll see if I can find you something dry to sleep in.” Before the bus journey home, the counselor took Jen aside. She firmly reminded Jen to make sure she peed before entering the bus, to avoid any further accidents, and she also informed the girl that she’d be making a call to her parents to inform her of the incident. Jen couldn’t have been more humiliated. When she got home, her mother took her aside to discuss the incident. She wasn’t mad: Jen’s mom wasn’t like that. She was just disappointed in her daughter. How could she be so careless? Then she had hugged her daughter, and told her that she could talk to her about anything, even if she was wetting the bed – as if it were a regular occurrence! It was worse than if she’d been brought over the knee. Jen always preferred and unfair, over the top punishment to fair disappointment. Neither the counselor nor her mother’s reaction left her anyone else to blame, to be angry with: it was all her. She, Jenny Winter, almost sixteen years old, had bet her friend that she could hold her pee until morning, and she couldn’t. For a young, prettty girl used to being praised for her looks and judged for her presumed immaturity, it was the worst that could happen.
That incident was now many years past. Mary had made it through the night squirming, but dry, and had an almost orgasmic release in the morning. It had been a close call, but she’d never admit that. Now, she used the incident sparingly, if she wanted to score a point in the best friends’ ongoing, eternal rivalry. For Jen, this was worse than if Mary had spread the story all around school or mentioned it every week. If it had been that over the top, she could retaliate in kind, with other, non-urinary embarrassments. But no: Mary would bring it up once or twice a year, and Jen would relive the shame all over again.
Still, you must not think the two were a bad match. They got along great most of the time. They shared interests, like art and similar tastes in music; they were each others’ only confidantes, the one person in the world to whom the other could confide their deepest, darkest secrets. But their opposing personas as presented to the world – the “dumb blonde” and the “average-looking genius” – meant that things that could turn into a contest often did. Most of the time, there was no love lost over it. But certain incidents stung so hard that, even buried years in the past, they were never forgotten, and each girl was secretly plotting their revenge. For Jen, it was her wetting accident. For Mary, it was a particular boy she’d been in love with, and Jen had only a passing, physical interest, but she’d been sore about something or other and so decided to seduce and sleep with him just to bother Mary, not because she had any interest in the guy himself.
I must remind you that I record mostly facts relevant to the incidents at hand. As such, people often come off looking like total assholes, vain, cruel, the works. This is not an accurate portrayal of Jen and Mary: both of them were, for the most part, great, dependable friends, got good grades, and respectful to their elders. It just so happens that no incidents worthy of mention in these reports would have occurred if their dark side didn’t rear its ugly head every once in a while.
Both of them were now in their mid-twenties, working together as assistants at an accounting firm. If nothing else, the fact that they saw each other in a professional and a personal context almost every day, nearly two decades after they first met, should be a testament to the fact that they were, on the whole, good to each other. Since they worked for the same company, their vacations lined up, and that provided the opportunity for Jen to set up her long-planned revenge. The two had kept up their little bets and contests on all sorts of matters, but bladder prowess had never been in question since that day. In fact, purely coincidentally, the two had been out drinking together a few weekends before their vacation started, and they both happened to be single at the time, so Jen stayed at Mary’s place. By the time they got there, both girls were desperate to pee. Jen claimed the bathroom first, and Mary let her. She was, after all, capable of waiting. Jen took a long time. Fifteen minutes grew into an hour, and Mary was now clutching herself, dancing on the spot, and pounding the door to the bathroom, demanding to know what was taking so long. She could hold extreme amounts of liquids, but even she had a limit. Then there was a whimper from inside the toilet, and Mary heard a muffled sob.
“Mary, I… I didn’t make it.” Jen said through the door. She had gotten as far as starting to pull off her pants when the floodgates opened. She’d spent the last hour sitting on the toilet, her socks wet from the puddle in front of the toilet, and trying to work up the courage to admit what had happened. This was all bringing the earlier incident back, fresh as if it happened yesterday. It was also the germ of a plan, but more on that later.
This time, Mary didn’t joke around. As gently as possible, she told her friend: “I’m so sorry, hon. It could happen to anyone. You can borrow some clothes from me. But please, I’m bursting, let me use the toilet!”
Jen unlocked the door. She had mostly cleaned off her runny mascara, and her puffy eyes looked healthier after an hour, but the puddle on the floor and the smelly, darkened streaks down her legs couldn’t be hidden. “Oh, dear,” Mary said. She was hobbling herself, near her absolute limit. “Just go to my bedroom and pick whatever clothes fit you. I’ll never mention it again. I’m about to piss myself as well, so please get out of the way.”
That was when Jen knew she had a shot at getting back at her friend for the worst loss in their long history of friendly competition. She’d never planned to wet herself after a night of clubbing, but this presented an opportunity. “Yeah,” she said, pretending to be sadder than she really was. “It would be pretty embarrassing if you proved to be as weak as me.”
“What do you mean?” Mary demanded. She was now bent over with her legs crossed. Only Jen and a large puddle stood between her and relief. And relief was coming, whether she was clothed and standing or undressed and seated on the potty.
“I just mean, you’re always telling me you can hold it until morning, no matter what. You keep reminding me that you did that at camp that summer, remember?”
Mary groaned. “Fuck,” she said. “Yes, so what? I gotta piss. Move.”
“If you think you’ll pee the bed if you don’t go now, by all means, I’ll go change and leave you to it,” Jen said. Then she walked out of the bathroom squishing with every step. Mary was left cross-legged, considering the challenge to her pride. She stood there, clinging to control and considering her issues for minutes. Finally, she decided to give in to nature, bending down with a strained effort to remove her socks so they wouldn’t get wet in Jen’s puddle. That’s when her friend showed back up in the doorway.
“By the way, I just looked at the receipts. I know you always keep them, you’re so neat and organized.” That part was true, but Mary had no idea what the relevance was. “I had three more pints than you tonight,” Jen said. “So it’s really sad that you think you have a bigger bladder than me but also think you’ll piss yourself if you don’t go right now, having drank so much less.”
Mary turned slowly and gave her friend a look. Both of them were quite drunk. She couldn’t recall how much she’d drank. The two had agreed to split the bill in the morning. Her bladder sent her a spasm telling her it was not to be ignored, but Mary didn’t make a move towards the toilet.
“Whatever. If you give in, I’ll just consider that one time at summer camp a fluke, not really counting,” Jen said. “I’m going to sleep. Are you going to pee or not?”
Mary gave her friend an ugly scowl. “Yes, I’m going to piss in the toilet and then sleep. Good night.” She began walking towards the porcelain throne, but turned around when her friend suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and whispered a final riposte in her ear: “Coward.”
Then Jen was gone. Mary stood there, legs shaking, right in front of the toilet, and made a dumb decision. She was drunk enough that the insult had the intended effect. Resolutely, she turned around and walked out of the bathroom unrelieved. She put on a brave face and managed to walk to the bedroom without betraying more than slights hints at the extreme discomfort she was in.
Jen was already undressed and lying in Mary’s double bed. “Relieved?” She asked casually. Mary undressed, careful not to betray her desperation any more than necessary, and got under the covers.
“As a matter of fact, I will be delaying that relief until morning,” she slurred, making up for her unclear enunciation with overly formal wording. Jen lifted the covers and marveled at the size of her friend’s bulging bladder.
“Man, I don’t want to sleep in your pee,” Jen said. “Please just go.” Of course, this was all a part of the wind-up. Her hope was that Mary would take the bait and refuse.
“Good thing I won’t be peeing any beds then,” Mary said, and rolled over facing the opposite wall. She clenched her muscles for all they were worth, and closed her eyes. Of course, so near disaster, she couldn’t really sleep, but she waited until she thought her friend was sleeping before quickly using her hands to grip her crotch. Wave after wave of pressure crashed against her walls, and she was shuddering and shivering, unable to lay in one position for very long, but she held on. At long last, she fell asleep.
Around eight in the morning, Jen shook Mary awake. “Good morning,” Jen said. “At least you didn’t pee on me, but did you manage not to pee on yourself?” Mary blushed. In her disoriented, half-asleep state, it took her a while to realize that although she was in incredible pain, she had not wet the bed. It took her too long to come up with a sarcastic answer for it to be worth delivering it, however. Instead, she just shook her head. Jen lifted the covers. “My, what a good girl,” she cooed. “Dry all night. Better run along to the potty. Except, I have some bad news.”
Mary was gripping herself harder than ever. Problem? “What?” There couldn’t be a problem, or a problem would find its way into her panties. Within the next ten minutes, by her estimation.
“I woke up in the night and went to the toilet and, well, I...” Jen said, pretending to be embarrassed. “I kind of clogged it up. It’s not functional right now.” Of course, she had done that on purpose. It was one step in an elaborate masterplan Jen had constructed in her head while stealthily observing her friend’s fidgeting when Mary thought she was asleep. This wasn’t supposed to end here, but making sure Mary had an unhappy ending this morning was necessary to set up the real endgame.
As an outsider, I have to insert a comment: I find it ironic that Jen here takes a Machiavellian page out of the stereotype Mary always gets taken for, even if Mary isn’t all that cold and calculating. And I’d like to remind you all that I could have written a great deal more about all the good things Jen has done for Mary over the years, but they are not strictly relevant to this story.
“What? Fuck!” Mary exclaimed. She managed to somehow roll herself out of bed and land on her feet without a leak, but she had to bend over immediately. “I’m about to piss myself here!”
Jen gave her friend a patronizing smile. All thoughts of her own accident the previous evening had been erased by the thought of the much greater humiliation she would inflict on her friend. “Babe, I can see that. I know there’s a coffee shop down the street that’s open right now and I think it has a customer toilet. I can take you there.”
Mary was too desperate to think straight, and hungover to boot. Instead of thinking of something more logical and less risky, like trying to find some receptacle in the apartment to pee in, or the shower, she just began dressing immediately. But she was fidgeting so madly that Jen actually stepped in and helped her into her pants. “There, babe, all dressed and ready to go. Hopefully not in those clean pants.” Mary gave her a dirty look. Now more sober than the previous night, she was smelling a setup. Her friend was enjoying this far too much. She’d let herself be goaded into this, and now Jen got to act like the older, more mature sister. And Mary got to be the toddler in potty training. Oh, she was going to get back at Jen for this, however this ended. The cycle of revenge was back in full swing.
The pair walked down the block to the coffee shop. One of them walking more conspicuously than the other. Mary had little strength left, and was more shuffling than actually working. Her hands were balled up into fists, and frequently shot into her crotch for a quick squeeze. Thankfully for her, only an old gentleman walking his dog was out this early on a Sunday morning. The man gave her a look and briefly thought that today’s youth are getting more immature every generation, but said nothing. They reached the coffee shop, which was open and did indeed have a customer restroom: Jen wasn’t that cruel. Besides, this wasn’t the final humiliation she had in mind for Mary. Jen walked up to buy the two of them coffee, and Mary hobbled over to the restroom. It was unoccupied. She found a stall, but when she opened the door and saw the toilet, the psychological shock sent a jolt to her bladder. Bending over wasn’t enough: Mary had to squat down into a position akin to a toddler taking a dump in her diaper to keep it in. Even so, a trickle escaped into her panties. She managed to get it under control after a minute of frantic clenching, then slowly rose, tore down her jeans and panties, and sat down on the bowl. Mary closed her eyes and would later swear she could see stars and angels as she emptied herself into the toilet. Then she wiped, pulled on her damp panties and her jeans, washed, and met up with Jen.
Jen had to admit to herself, she was disappointed. She’d hoped there would be some visible wetness on her friend’s crotch. She settled for patting her friend on the head, like she were a dog, and handed her a large black coffee to go. The two exited the shop and headed back to Mary’s apartment for breakfast. “I can’t believe you,” Jen said. “You looked like a little girl in there, but you managed to stay dry!”
Mary, very aware of her wet panties, only grumbled. “Of course,” she said. “It was a close call, but only because of your hideous goading. Let’s not forget whose pants you’re wearing and why you aren’t wearing yours.” Jen had the decency to blush.
They sat down at the kitchen table, each with a coffee in hand. Jen had one more ace up her sleeve. “I don’t believe it, I still can’t fathom it,” she said. “The way you looked, there’s no way you didn’t pee yourself at least a little.”
Mary was about ready to kick her friend out of her apartment, but she restrained herself. She was starting to piece together a bigger picture. “Well, I did,” she said instead. “I’ll wash your pissy pants for you, and you can thank me later by.”
“Show me,” Jen demanded.
“What? Show you what?”
“Show me your dry panties and I’ll admit I’m the only pissy baby around here who can’t hold her liquor,” Jen said.
Mary grimaced. “I’m not gonna show you my underwear just to please you, you pervert!”
“Then I’ll take that as an admission of guilt.”
Mary had two options: one, deny it all, and justifiably kick her friend out of her apartment. They were true BFFs forever, but this time Jen had gone too far, and Mary, being the more sensible of the two, recognized that the best thing to do to preserve their friendship was to separate for a while and cool off. But her personality made her curious enough to choose the option behind door number two. This is why I think some people are just made to be natural foils. Their personalities match so well they’re destined to be friends, but their flaws also clash so hard that they’re destined to drive each other nuts on occasion. “Okay,” Mary said. “I’ll make you a trade: the receipt for a shot at my panties.”
Jen’s eyes widened. She hadn’t foreseen this. “The receipt? What’s that got to do with anything?”
“We’ll see. Give it to me right now, and we’ll read it together while you can perv out at the sight of my undies.”
Jen had gone too far to back down now. She rummaged around in her purse and found the receipt, which she’d stolen from Mary’s own purse when Mary was in the bathroom. Mary rose, a slight color to her cheeks, and unbuttoned her jeans as Jen handed over the receipt.
Make a circle with your thumb and index finger. A wet spot around that size could be clearly seen adorning Mary’s red panties. “I knew it! You did wet yourself!” Jen was saying, but Mary held up a finger for silence. She was scanning the receipt. They had shared a tab, and it was easy to figure out whose charges belonged to whom, since they each preferred different brands of beer. Tallying up the numbers, Mary realized she’d had two pints more than Jen.
“Look at this, you perv,” Mary said. “You lied. Or drunkenly miscounted. I’ll be nice and say that’s what happened. I had two pints more than you, and I still lasted until morning. And I wouldn’t have leaked even a tiny bit if you hadn’t messed up my toilet. So I outlasted you, while drinking more, and you pissed yourself like a baby. And all you got to show for it?” Mary pointed at her wet spot. “The kind of thing half the women who’ve ever given birth experience when they sneeze.”
Jen had to admit, the evidence was incontrovertible. But then again, seeing her friend embarrassed today was only part of her long con. A bonus. After she’d gotten over the humiliation of her own accident and realized her friend was in a similar state, she’d hatched a plan to get payback once and for all. If all went according to plan, she would see her friend fully and completely lose control, in public, in the near future. And this hitch in the plan could be spun like a corrupt talk show angle to convince Mary to have another contest of bladders. One rigged so Mary would lose. Of course, this is yet another confirmation of my hypothesis that the gods rig the odds. A plan this Machiavellian, this complicated, this dependent on the outcome of personality-based decisions and of randomly setting aside good sense, could only work if someone out there were messing with reality like the author of an erotic novella.
“I’m sorry,” Jen said. “I guess I did miscount. You did well, but you didn’t quite make it to the finish line.”
Mary gave her a look to kill. “I think there’s a plunger in the bathroom. Kindly unclog my toilet and get out of my house,” she said. Jen did as she was told. She didn’t enjoy the process of unclogging the toilet, nor the sight of Mary waving Jen’s soaked clothes in her face, but she distracted herself with thoughts of better times to come.
So that brings us to the main event. The vacation. Things were icy between the friends for a week, owing to recent events, but as always, they were thick as thieves once egos cooled off. Jen suggested they go on a guided over-night tour to the regional capital, which sported a renowned art museum they’d often talked about visiting together. Mary was immediately on board. But at some point, the events described above were brought up again—the two had avoided any mention since Mary delivered Jen’s newly cleaned clothes the day after. And whoever first suggested it, the idea was put forth that they do a formal holding contest to determine things once and for all.
“I bet I can outlast you and the entire trip,” Jen said. “I propose the following rules: As soon as we board the bus, no one is allowed to pee until we get back home the next day—peing your pants excepted. We each drink exactly the same amount: if I take a drink, you must take an equally large drink, and vice versa.”
Mary regarded her friend with a look somewhere between disgust and confusion. “Are you mad? You’ll piss yourself for sure, and this will be in public. And I’m not keen on a repeat experience either.”
“You’re afraid you’ll lose, you mean! I’ve been practicing like mad these past weeks, and my capacity’s enormous now.”
Mary wasn’t entirely unaware that Jen must have something planned. After all, the mortification of her one and only public accident had given birth to a grudge that lasted a decade. But at the same time, she had her pride. After all, though it was but a small leak, a few weeks ago she did involuntarily pee for the first time since she was a toddler. “You’re planning to cheat, aren’t you? Slipping me some diuretics, sneaking off to use the bathroom when I’m not looking, even… Oh god, I could just see you wearing an adult diaper just to screw with me.”
“No tricks,” Jen said. “I promise it’ll be one hundred percent fair and proper. I run the exact same risk as you of having an accident in public. Or I would, if I didn’t have the superior bladder,” she added with a smirk.
Mary couldn’t turn that down. So it was set. Just according to keikaku (editor’s note: keikaku means bad meme).
Chapter 2
They both emptied their bladders before boarding the evening tour bus. The tour guide was just the kind of authority figure Jen wanted for her revenge fantasy: much older, strict, generally tired of her job and of the opinion that most of her charges were immature idiots. Not unlike the camp counselor all that time ago. Except here everyone was of age, so she couldn’t exactly call their parents and tell them about embarrassing bedwettings, for instance. What she could do, however, was list a number of things that would prevent their deposits from being refunded,, including property damage to the bus, the hotel or the museum, and another list of things that could get them kicked off the tour. Alcoholic drinks were not allowed on the bus, for instance. Finally, the guide, whose name was Miranda, reminded everyone to make good use of the restroom stops. It would be a long journey.
Mary and Jen settled into the back of the bus. It held fifty people, but only half the seats were occupied. There was no on-bus lavatory, but breaks would be inserted for “stretching of legs and powdering of noses,” as Miranda had put it. Having just emptied their bladders, neither of the two friends was in any urgent need to pee at this stage, but they certainly would be come the return journey. Assuming either of them lasted that long.
Jen immediately fished out a large bottle of water from her purse, and chugging it down almost in one go. “Wow,” Mary said. “Don’t get overconfident. We’re only just starting.”
“Don’t forget, however much I drink, you have to drink too,” Jen said. “I brought another one for you.”
Mary cringed. She didn’t feel like starting off so strongly, so quickly. Although she was certain she could outlast Jen, and almost sure she could last the entire trip without a leak, her recent mishap had shaken her once indomitable confidence in her bladder. Still, she did honor the agreement. Mary downed her bottle of water more slowly, but half an hour into the journey, both girls had already had a liter to drink. Mary felt bloated, but she couldn’t feel any pressure in her bladder yet.
By the one and a half hour mark, Jen fished out two cans of Red Bull and handed one to Mary. Mary hadn’t slept well the night before: her excitement about the trip, and anxiety about the holding contest both contributed. Loathe as she was to fill up too quickly, she welcomed some caffeinated energy. Besides, she knew Jen would have to slow down soon. She couldn’t last as long as Mary, and they had a full twenty-four hours until they were home, by her estimation.
Two and a half hours into the trip, they stopped at a gas station. Miranda directed everyone to stretch their legs and use the restroom if they felt any need at all. By now, both girls were feeling an uncomfortable pressure in their neither regions. It wasn’t yet bad enough that either of them had trouble hiding that fact. At the gas station convenience store, Jen bought them each a bottle of Coke Zero.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Mary asked. Now she was genuinely concerned. Jen must have something up her sleeve or she wouldn’t be drinking this much, this early. But all she’d given Mary to drink thus far had been factory-sealed and tamper-proof. She wasn’t being drugged, but there must be something else. If they kept this pace up, neither of them would last the entire trip. Hell, they might not make it until morning. And Mary knew Jen didn’t want to see her pee herself in public more than she wanted to avoid the same fate.
“My training regimen has prepared me for anything,” Jen said. “This is your last chance to admit you’re a chicken and back out.” Mary accepted the bottle and drank it slowly as they settled in the back of the bus. By now, Jen was crossing her legs casually, and had an uncomfortable expression on her face. While the other tour-goers settled in, Miranda came over.
“I couldn’t help but notice neither of you two young ladies availed yourself of the facilities,” Miranda said. She seemed to speak entirely in euphemisms and circumlocutions, but the meaning was perfectly clear.
“Oh, we’re fine,” Mary said.
Miranda gave the two of them a skeptical look. “I’ve survived three births,” she said, emphasizing the word survived to indicate they must have been tough ones. “I suppose my capabilities are not equal to you unwed youngsters. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The silver-haired tour guide turned and trudged back to her seat at the front.
“That one might be trouble,” Mary whispered. “At this rate we’ll be visible desperate before long. I don’t know how to explain away that.”
“We’ll find a way,” Jen said. She was now fidgeting in her seat.
The rest of the journey, they talked about anything but their little contest. Jen didn’t proffer any more liquids. Mary was now shifting subtly in her seat, and Jen, who had the window seat and was more shielded, made no effort to hide anything. She was already desperate. Mary didn’t think her friend could make it until bedtime. Finally they settled on a discussion of the art they were going to see. It was the topic furthest from the signals each of their bodies were sending.
Five hours and a brief pit stop after they boarded the bus, they were at their destination. An astute observed might have picked up on the fact that one other passenger was fidgety: a recent high school graduate named Penny. She had not peed since lunch. Once they started piling out of the bus at the hotel, it became hard for Jen and Mary to walk normally, and Mary decided keeping her overnight bag in front of her was the best way to redirect attention from the wriggling of her thighs as she walked.
Miranda left them waiting outside the hotel lobby while she went in and settled affairs. Then she handed them each a key card—Mary and Jen had insisted on a double room—and announced they had the rest of the evening off, but then they’d meet up after breakfast tomorrow at nine for scheduled activities. Jen was discreetly clutching herself the moment the crowd dispersed. Penny, the younger girl, sidled up to the pair. She was also fidgeting wildly. “Oh my god, I need to pee,” she said. “Want to find a bathroom together?”
Mary gave the girl a look. She was like a younger, shorter version of Jen: just as blonde, but at least five years her junior and more petite. And equally desperate. “We’ll be fine until we get to our room,” Mary said diplomatically. She wanted the contest kept on the down-low. Jen wasn’t having any of that.
“Actually, we’re planning to hold it for the entire trip!” Jen said.
It’s not often you see a person literally, physically gasp at a simple statement without any sort of controversial edge to it. But Penny did. “What? That’s insane! You both look about to pop!”
“We can hold it as long as we need to. Or I can, anyway,” Jen said.
“You guys are crazy,” Penny said. But her eyes had a glint to them. “Maybe even my kind of crazy.”
“Your kind of…?”
“Never mind,” Penny said. “I just mean I kind of like to hold my pee. Mind if I join you guys in your room for a little while? Just hang out and hold for a bit? I know it sounds crazy coming from a stranger...” Yes. Yes it does. The kind of thing a fifth-dimensional author would insert into the narrative of reality. “I can’t promise I’ll join your little thing for the entire trip, but maybe for a few hours?”
Mary gave Jen a questioning look. But then came to think of something. Whatever Jen had planned, whatever cheat or creative interpretation of rules she was thinking of: All of it would be harder with a neutral third party around. “You know what,” Mary said. “You’re crazy, we’re crazy, we can hang for a bit. You can actually hang on to our bathroom key for us, so neither of us can cheat that way.”
So it was settled. Jen did not seem pleased at the prospect, but she wasn’t outspoken enough to say no when Mary had already said yes. And neither girl was thrilled when it became clear that Penny had brought a six-pack of beer with her. She must be recently old enough to legally buy alcohol. They each settled into whatever contortions seemed most likely to keep their floods at bay, Mary on the bed, Penny on the floor gripping her crotch, and Jen seated cross-legged, rocking back and forth on the one chair in the room. Penny handed each of them a lukewarm can of beer.
“Cheers!” Penny said. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you doing this exactly? Not that I don’t find it interesting, even exciting, but it’s kind of out there. And in public!”
“Settling a bet,” Mary said. She had trouble speaking and keeping it all in at the same time.
Jen elaborated. “Mary had a little accident a few weeks ago, and now she wants to prove she’s stronger than me.”
“That’s not exactly the real story,” Mary said. Penny leaned forward to listen, but the added pressure elicited a moan. She was forced to slide into a sort of fetal position on the floor, holding herself. Mary gave a brief rundown—much briefer than the one I’ve given above—of the events leading up to this moment.
“Damn, girl,” Penny said when Mary was done. “No offense, Jen, but I’m rooting for my girl Mary here.”
“Why?” Jen shot her an angry look. This girl was getting more annoying by the minute, and she was a hitch in the masterplan. Also, she was too young and pretty for her own good. The irony of these thoughts—so often applied by others to Jen on first glance—passed on by Jen herself, like a curse, is not lost on this author.
“Because you’re a bad loser.” Penny said. “You should just accept you lost. That way, no one needs to humiliate themselves in public.” Wiser words have never been spoken.
“Why are you even in our room?” Jen inquired. Now she was pissed. This girl was spoiling her plan and being rude, and what the fuck did a total stranger have to do with a private bet between two best friends? A revenge plot birthed by one of her most traumatizing childhood experiences?
“I invited her,” Mary reminded her friend. “And I like her. Plus, I want a neutral third party to make sure nobody cheats. And she’s all we got. Who else would go along with this...” Here, she experienced a sudden spasm, and had to bend over before resuming speaking. “… This madness?”
“If it’s not too forward, okay, so I kind of find it hot to be desperate to pee. Or see others be desperate to pee,” Penny said. She had somehow managed to down two beers despite being in the fetal position most of the time, and I suspect her boldness may have been bolstered by a flask on the bus earlier. And she was probably not an experienced drinker either, given her age. “Not that I’m hitting on you two or anything,” she added.
“My god,” Jen said. “We got a pervert.”
“Says the girl who just had to inspect my panties the other weekend to check for wetness!” Mary exclaimed.
“That was for evidence! Not for sex stuff!” Jen protested.
“You two,” Penny said. “I can tell you’re just friends and nothing more, but I can also tell you’ve got some weird unresolved chemistry going on.”
“My god, she’s a psychoanalyst and a party pooper,” Jen said.
Mary was now not only desperate to pee, she was also desperate to resolve the tension in the room. She had several reasons for keeping someone like Penny along: Mary didn’t fully trust her friend, and wanted a neutral third party; she also liked the girl in question, and thought they might have struck up a friendship if they’d been of the same age and grew up together. On the other hand, something other than her extremely full bladder was clearly bothering Jen, and she needed to either diffuse the tension or get Penny out of there.
“Okay, guys, I’m sorry Penny, Jen and I are on edge and the mood is turning bad. Personally I’d love to see you again tomorrow, assuming my friend won’t go mental over it. But I think it’s best if you went to your own room for the night.”
“Okay,” Penny said. She struggled to raise herself to a proper seated position. “I know when I’m not wanted.”
“Hey, girl,” Jen said. Now that the girl was actually leaving, on second thought Penny wasn’t so bad. Jen had been a bit dishonest in her description of events, and Mary had rightly called her on it, and then Penny had taken Mary’s side because of it. “I’m sorry. Maybe we meet tomorrow, maybe not, but don’t take it personally either way.” She attempted a thumbs up, which turned into a crotch squeeze. Jen was now at her absolute limit. She felt like she had felt as she entered Mary’s apartment that night, about five minutes before she totally wet herself.
Meanwhile, Mary had collected the towels from the bathroom. She’d been so quick neither of the two others had seen her enter the unlocked bathroom, but she couldn’t possibly have peed in that time, without sound, while also looking as bloated as before. “I figure just in case we need these,” Mary said. Then she ceremoniously locked the bathroom from the outside and threw the key to Penny. The throw was bad, and Penny overreached in trying to catch it. As she did, a yelp escaped her. She was wearing cotton shorts, and a spurt of pee shot out as she reached forward.
“Oh!” She said. “I really gotta run anyway or I’ll be as wet as you guys will be if you insist on lasting the entire trip!” Penny got up, leaking a bit more down her leg, squeezed herself, and regained control. Then she picked up the key and walked stiffly towards the door. “See you tomorrow to return the key!” Penny said. “I don’t think either of you can do it, but good luck.”
Then she was gone. Mary got a good look at the wetness between her bum cheeks, accentuated on the beige shorts, as the girl left. For a brief moment, Mary felt a strange tingle that had nothing to do with her own needs. Then it was gone. The girl might be going to college, or starting soon, but she was too young—and what kind of reason was that to get turned on anyway?
Jen rose from the bed as soon as Penny left. An astute observer could have seen the way her abdominal muscles cramped, the way every muscle in her crotch region strained to keep the flood in. Jen picked up a towel and gingerly walked over to the corner where Penny had left some dribbles.
Now came the masterstroke of her plan. Jen put the towel down on the floor, then sat down on it. She closed her eyes, leaned back, and let go. “Ahhhhhh,” was all that escaped her. A small trickle turned into a flood, darkening her light jeans, soaking into the towel. It went on for two minutes.
Mary looked on, stunned. When Jen opened her eyes again and looked down at the mess she’d made all over herself, Mary exclaimed, “You lost! You just gave up and lost! I won! What the hell?”
Jen calmly rose. Now that her bladder was empty, she had no trouble moving freely. She began unhurriedly peeling off her wet jeans. As she stripped, she began a prepared monologue. If she were a supervillain, she’d have it down word for word, but she was but a regular human, so it was mostly an impromptu delivery of a list of talking points. But she’d spent some time thinking this moment over.
“Ah, now,” she began. “Yes, I lost. I peed myself. Now I’m going to change into clean, dry clothes and drink with abandon for the rest of the trip. You, on the other hand, haven’t won yet. You beat me, but we’re not even halfway through the trip. You still have to drink whatever I drink.”
Mary was stunned. This was the masterstroke that would rig the contest in Jen’s favor? She’d never imagined Jen would stoop so low. Of all the devious plans she had imagined Jen might have come up with, deliberately losing just so she could see Mary lose as well was not even on her radar. And of course, the point of it was, if she didn’t back out, she would surely have an accident, and her accident would likely be a great deal more public.
“I trust you’re a woman of your word,” Jen said.
Mary wanted to cry. She knew she could do this—knew the worst that could happen was what happened that weekend: she would leak a little, but not visibly to the public. Mary had gone twenty-four hours without peeing on several occasions, and although each one was a close call, she had always made it. That was with a normal, or even above normal liquid intake. Now, Jen would continue drinking like she found an oasis in the desert, and force Mary to do the same. It was an impossible task, designed to humiliate her in public. And for one who prided herself on her proper image, it would be even worse than Jen, whom everyone assumed was a dumb blonde anyway.
As these thoughts ran through Mary’s head, Jen had finished changing clothes. Mary doubled over in agony, and the combination of the physical pain and the emotional blow actually brought tears to her eyes. She hated herself for letting Jen see her like this, but she couldn’t help it.
Jen walked over and put her arms around Mary’s shoulders. “There, there, honey. I’m sure you can be a big girl and make it through the night. That’s step one. But just to be sure, I think you should sleep on a towel.”
Mary wiped off her tears and looked her friend in the eye. “You’re such a bitch,” she said simply. Then she proceeded to very carefully remove her jeans, and crawled up in bed, holding herself and squirming.
Jen smiled. She was getting her money’s worth and Mary hadn’t even wet herself yet. Later, she would come to reconsider some of her actions. Was her obsession not just a cruel way to project her own trauma onto her best friend? Yes, it absolutely was, but that didn’t matter in that moment.
Chapter 3
At this point, with the bathroom locked and Mary having no way to contact Penny, her only choice—other than an even more humiliating call to the hotel reception, or an impossible walk to the lobby—was to hold it until breakfast. Then she could call off the whole thing due to Jen’s bullshit and pee in a bathroom. She had never peed the been as long as she could remember. She had also never gone to bed this desperate, possibly excepting that weekend where she ended up leaking fifteen minutes after she woke up. But she had to try. Mary accepted the damned towel to sleep on, and got on with trying to doze off. Fat lot of good that towel would do to the sheets if she lost it.
Eventually, Mary fell asleep. She dreamed of something that had happened while she was a student. She had not peed before bed, and overslept before an exam. By the time the exam ended, she had gone a full day without peeing and was beyond desperate. In real life, Mary had handed in her test, ran off to the nearest bathroom, and relieved herself like a big girl. In the dream, she lost it just as she handed the test in. She was stood in front of the whole class, and a cascade of pee emerged from beneath her short, pleated skirt. The auditor had to take a step back to avoid the emerging puddle. Several people laughed.
Jen woke Mary at eight in the morning by violently ripping the sheets off her. She insisted on checking on her friend’s state. Mary felt her bladder throbbing, and could not take her hands off her crotch, but she had made it. “Wow,” Jen said. “I’ll give you a silver sticker for not wetting the bed. Gold stickers are only for those who don’t pee their pants during the day.”
They were late for breakfast. Mary had no idea how she would manage to get out of bed, dress, and get down to the breakfast hall without losing it. In the end, she had to beg Jen to help her out of bed while Mary desperately clutched herself. Once she was standing, the waves abated somewhat, but she still had to ask for help getting dressed, too. Jen made a comment about raising a toddler, but Mary ignored it. She had no energy to argue, and she’d have to depend on Jen’s goodwill to survive this, at least a little longer.
They got odd looks from an older gentleman in the elevator. Mary was potty-dancing like a schoolgirl. But it was either that, or wetting herself like a baby. Walking was hard, walking without attracting attention was almost impossible, but they made it to a table. Jen immediately went to fetch them some food and coffee. Despite having emptied herself out last night, Jen was already feeling some urgency. And she was planning on keeping the liquids flowing until Mary lost it. But Jen was sure she was in no danger. As Jen fetched breakfast, Penny found the table. She took one look at Mary and shook her head. “You look like you’re in terrible pain,” she said. Mary related the events after Penny had left.
“She really did that? The bitch, excuse the French. Do you want the key now?”
“What’s this I hear about a key?” Jen asked. “Are you really giving up and going back on your word, Mary?”
“With your bullshit, yeah, considering it.”
“I can’t believe it.” Jen said. “So you’re really sure you’ll piss yourself any second. That’s as good as actually doing it, except for one thing: no one gets to see it.”
“Is that what this is about?” Mary asked. “You were humiliated once, so you want to humiliate me?”
Jen blushed. “Er….”
“It totally is,” said Penny.
That was it, then. The anticlimax to the Machiavellian masterplan. Mary would get the key from Penny, or hobble to the lobby, and use a toilet. But then this whole incident report would be a bit of a bait-and-switch, wouldn’t it?
“You owe me so much for this,” Mary said. “I can hold it.”
Penny protested that Mary obviously couldn’t, but Mary shook her head. “In for a penny...” She mused. Penny snorted.
“I’ll try and be moral support, then,” Penny said. “I’ve got a backpack I’m planning to bring, and you can stick a change of clothing in there.”
They finished their coffees, and two of the three ate. Mary had no appetite. She was crossing her legs under the table and trying not to think of waterfalls.
Then they lined up to hand in their hotel keys and be escorted to the nearby museum which was the primary purpose of this whole trip. For everyone but two foolish young women, that is. Penny and Jen flanked Mary to shield her erratic movements from undue attention. They passed a “public restrooms” sign on the way into the museum, and Mary had to stop and squat down on her heel for a moment. Then Miranda began escorting them through a series of rooms showing off sculptures, modern photographic art, ancient vases, prattling on about the cultural significance of each item. Mary couldn’t pay attention to anything but the state of her bladder, and Jen was distracted by watching her friend. The tour of the museum was to last four hours total, with a lunch break inserted between. By the end of the first period, Mary’s state had stabilized to near-critical. She could not move normally, or stand still, and had to stop frequently to discreetly squeeze herself, but she appeared not to be getting any more desperate. Perhaps because other than one cup of coffee at breakfast, she hadn’t had anything else to drink since the night before.
At lunch, though, Jen had a large glass of water and a glass of juice, and Mary had to keep up. Each gulp felt like the final straw, but by vigorous squirming she kept control. Mary was now cold sweating, from anxiety and the continuous strain on her muscles. Her face was pale. Frankly, she looked ill. Miranda came over and asked if she was okay, and Mary only nodded and mumbled something about poor sleep (not strictly a lie). Thankfully, the guide left them alone after that.
The last hour of the tour was more of the same. Mary and her friends stayed at the back of the group to shield her, and missed most of the ongoing narration. The three learned only about the art of omorashi that day, even if none of them knew the word.
At the gift shop on the way out, Jen picked up an energy drink and a bottle of water for the trip back. Truth be told, she was now getting squirmy again herself. And worst of all, despite her intense and obvious desperation, Mary was holding strong. Jen had sacrificed so much to set this up, and the payoff was left hanging. She hoped these extra drinks would finally bring the plan to a conclusion.
Then the tour was over. They lined up for the bus, and Miranda once again reminded everyone to avail themselves of the restrooms. The three girls skipped that instruction and seated themselves at the back. Then they were off. Five more hours of hell for Mary.
Penny leaned in and whispered, “How are you holding up?”
“I don’t think I’ll make it,” Mary admitted. “But I’m gonna try.”
“It’s okay,” Jen said. “Accidents happen to the best of us. Drink up, baby.” She had taken to using infantile language to make up for the lacking ultimate humiliation. Mary struggled through her bottle of water, but once it came to the energy drink, she had to take a pause.
“I’m gonna have to pace myself,” she said. Her hands were permanently in her crotch. Both Penny and Jen were now squirming. Jen most obviously. She was beginning to doubt she could make the return journey. Consequently, she didn’t object to holding off on the second drink.
Time passed glacially slow, but it did pass. For Mary, the world had shrunk to an ocean of urine and a bottle with a questionable cap trying to keep it in. Finally, they were at the halfway point, with its gas station, convenience store, and restrooms. Miranda herded everyone off the bus. Again, Mary tried her best to shield herself behind everyone else. She had no idea how she’d explain her refusal to use the bathroom if anyone took even a chance look at her. It was that obvious.
Surprisingly, Penny seemed to be almost as bad off. And she wasn’t as careful. Miranda caught her eye and beckoned her over. “Young lady, I can see you’re bursting. This is the last rest stop in hours,” the matronly guide told her. “It’s okay to be shy about these things, but needs must. It’s not okay to damage bus company property. So I suggest strongly that you go and do what you need to do.” Penny blushed. She had mostly made it to her own bathroom the night before, but since her accident she had challenged herself to keep up with the other two girls. This felt like a lecture a mother would give a young child just out of diapers. But she was hard pressed to counter it. Penny beckoned the other two over and explained what had transpired.
“Honestly, I’m bursting but I think I can make it. But if I don’t even pretend to go pee, I’ll get a lecture and a half from that crazy old lady.”
That gave Jen an idea. “Let’s all go together,” she said. “But not to pee, obviously. Just go in and go out again unrelieved.” She hoped the sight of a toilet would be too much for her friend. Mary was in no state to object. She needed the other two around to shield her, so she followed along. This was a truck stop, really, so it had a real big public restroom with many stalls. Most of the other passengers had left when the three girls entered, though. Jen opened the door to a stall invitingly, gesturing from Mary to the toilet. “Here’s your last chance,” she said.
Mary bent over. The sight of the toilet was almost too much. She could feel a leak on the verge of escaping, and couldn’t suppress a moan. She stayed in that awkward position for a minute, then got up again. “Let’s go,” she said curtly. Penny took a longing look at the open stall, but didn’t go in.
Being the last ones to enter the bus and pass by Miranda, the three desperate women had to walk extra straight to pretend they’d actually relieved themselves. The strain of not squirming, squeezing, bending, clutching, or otherwise giving herself away was almost too much for Mary. Almost. They got back to their usual seat, now free to potty dance for an Olympic medal in toddler-hood, and settled in for the last part of the journey.
An hour away from the truck stop, Mary had almost given up. The familiar pressure had been sitting at near-max for hours, but now it was building, building, building. But then came a gasp from Jen, and she doubled over. Mary looked over. Her friend’s face was strained, looking down at her lap. Nothing was visible, but Mary was pretty sure her friend had leaked. The idea gave her own motivation a second wind. Logically, if Jen was starting to wet herself, Mary, who had drunk twice as much and gone twice as long, should be twice as close to the same. But emotionally, the idea that even with this stupid, unfair gambit, Jen might embarrass herself twice gave Mary a boost. Penny noticed too. “Hey, I think your friend’s leaking,” she stage-whispered to Mary.
“I’m not!” Jen protested.
“Want to submit to a panty check?” Penny asked.
“You cheeky little...”
“Not the time and place, dear,” Mary said.
Now all three girls were at the stage where their dignity and pride were hanging on a dice roll every minute. Mary placed her heel under her, pressing against her pee-hole, and supplemented that with a firm grip. She would double over whenever a particularly bad wave crashed down. Time passed. Miles, or kilometers, whichever you prefer, were traversed.
An hour away from the destination of the bus, Penny moaned. She leaned in to Mary and whispered: “Hey, when is the official end point of this whole thing? When you get to your apartment?”
“Yeah,” Mary answered. “Why?”
“Can I, like, come with you guys? I kinda already leaked a bit. And also, I want to see an end to this. I’m pulling for you.”
“Sure. Why not?”
Somehow, they made it to the bus stop. A bus stop which was literally just a place for people to get on and off, no toilet in sight. It was a fifteen-minute walk through the center of town to Mary’s place. The girls hobbled off. Jen was biting her lip, every bit as squirmy as Mary. Penny had a visible wet spot on her pants, but it was getting dark and not that obvious from a distance.
At this point in the incidence report, I found something novel. I think the deities of the fifth dimension might be observing many parallel universes, most of them just like ours, with just a few minor differences. Either that, or they like to write alternative scenarios as fanfiction to reality and present it as fact. Whatever the case, I’ve found no way to reconcile the three distinct endings to this report that I have in my files. So I will simply present each one in turn. I suspect depending on the reader’s personal tastes, which one they hope occurred in our universe will differ.
Epilogue One
The only thing standing between Mary and relief was a quarter of an hour of walking. The problem was that they had to pass through the busiest part of town. Since they were on vacation, they’d gone on a Thursday and returned on a Friday night. It was still somewhat early, but people were beginning to gather around the bars and clubs they had to pass through.
There was nothing for it than to begin walking. Or hobbling, with frequent stops to squeeze. A group of young guys headed to a party hollered at them. Mary ignored them. She just put one foot in front of the other, straining with all her might not to lose it all so close to home.
Just as they were passing the busiest nightlife area, their erratic walk caught the attention of a police officer on duty. Perhaps he thought they were on drugs, the way they walked. He came over and asked them for their names. They each responded with monosyllables. “I can’t help noticing you’re acting a bit oddly,” the officer began. He didn’t get any further.
A massive cramp hit Mary’s bladder, and she instinctively sank into a squat. As she did, it was all too much. With the police officer looking on, Mary began peeing. It emerged like a fire hose, straight through her pants, splashing her feet, seeping into her socks and sneakers. The puddle began running down the incline of the cobbled street. The police officer took a step back, still too stunned to speak. Mary continued wetting herself as Jen took control of the situation, in her preferred style. “I’m sorry, officer,” she said. “We’ve been on a long bus journey and all need a bit of a pee. But my friend here, she never listens when I tell her, ‘This is the last restroom in a while, you better take the chance.’ She thinks she can hold it. She never learns.” Mary’s cheeks were reddening, and she could feel tears welling up. Here she was, a serious woman in a good job, a real adult, and she was wetting herself like a toddler and getting told off for it as if she were one. But the relief of all that pent up urine was so pleasurable, she was able to keep from breaking into crying. Jen truly had gotten the revenge fantasy she wanted.
“Oh, my,” said the officer. “Sorry for holding you up. I think I can let you off with a warning for public urination, given the circumstances. I suggest you get home safe.”
Jen nodded. The effort not to squirm was almost too much for her, but she had half the volume and half the holding time of her friend, and she didn’t break yet. “We live right by. Sorry again. Bye.” Mary had finally gotten the flow under control, and was now soaked front to back. There was really no dry spot left on the front of her pants, given the main stream, the rivulets down her thighs, and the splashback. She also had a large wet patch surrounding her butt and going halfway down the backs of her thighs. Jen and Penny dragged her along.
They walked in silence back to Mary’s place. Jen would save the gloating for later. She’d replay the memory in her mind any time she felt jealous of her friend. It was a card she could play any time. Right now, silence was actually the crueler thing. Thankfully for Mary, Penny took up the mantle her best friend did not. She put an arm around Mary’s shoulder, rubbing it and whispering that she was sorry, how proud she was that Mary had lasted so long, how cruel Jen’s gambit had been, but mostly, that embarrassing things happen but you get over them.
When they arrived at Mary’s place, Penny ran into the bathroom with Mary, locking Jen out. Mary was too humiliated to care much about privacy by this point, so she began undressing for a shower while Penny peed in the toilet. Penny’s wet spot had grown down the inside of one thigh. “I didn’t exactly make it either,” she offered.
“Guess not,” Mary said.
Outside, Jen was frantic. She had gotten her wish, true, but now she was in danger of having another accident herself. She squirmed and squeezed. Jen was uncomfortably aware of the dampness of her panties, from the earlier leak on the bus she’d denied so vehemently. The girls took their time in the bathroom. Perhaps this was karmic justice. She wanted to be here when they got out to gloat, and of course to use the bathroom herself, but she was working on a timer here. Finally, she decided to hurry home.
Unlike Mary, Jen shared an apartment with three other people. It was less convenient but more economical. It was just down the block, and she hobbled her way there. At one point, she felt a little leak dampening her panties again. But she got home, and found there was a party going on. Her roommates invited her to join them predrinking, but she only had a mind for one thing: the bathroom. It was locked. “Oh, that,” said Robert, a friend of one of her housemates. “I think someone’s passed out in there or something.”
Cursing inwardly, Jen locked herself in her bedroom. Her options were limited, and she didn’t want to expose her state to the party guests. Jen crawled into bed, gripping herself, and finally made a decision: she’d have to get back to Mary’s place. Even if it was embarrassing. She sent Mary a text asking if she was done cleaning up. No reply. Jen had spent most of the previous night too excited to sleep, hoping to observe her friend wet the bed, fantasizing about what might happen the next day, and now she was quite tired. After a while, she dozed off.
The next morning, she was woken by a knock at her bedroom door. “Hey, Jen,” Mary said. Someone must have let her in. “I thought we might talk about what happened. Square things.” Without asking permission, she entered Jen’s bedroom.
“I got your text, but only saw it this morning...” Mary began. Then she saw the look on her friend’s face. Before Jen could object, Mary ripped the blanket off the bed. It revealed her friend settled in a fetal position, on top a wet spot that encompassed the entire center of the bed.
“Now that,” Mary said, “is absolutely priceless. Penny is going to hear all about that one.”
Epilogue Two
They made their way slowly through the town center, trying to avoid either wetting themselves or attracting any undue attention due to their erratic walking. Step by step, they came closer. Mary almost lost it when she put the key in her door, but with an epic crotch-squeeze and a dip, she held in the flood. Jen was right behind her, almost as desperate. Mary let go of her crotch and stormed to the bathroom. She felt a leak coming on in seconds. She had her jeans unbuttoned before she was in the room, and down a second later. Mary swung herself around and down onto the toilet seat while simultaneously lowering her panties, which were by now damp with sweat but no urine. And not a second too early. The stream began before she was fully seated, and continued for three minutes. She closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling. It was the closest she’d ever come to an all-out accident. Arguably closer than the time she actually leaked a little. But she’d made it, she’d beat Jen’s stupid gambit, she’d even made a potential new friend in Penny. Life was good.
Outside the bathroom, life was not good. Jen was desperate and had just been denied the revenge she spent so much effort and sacrificed so much to gain. And thinking it over now, torturing her friend, manipulating her like that, was a shitty thing to do. It was all about her own trauma from years ago. It had nothing to do with Mary, who didn’t do any of the many manipulative tricks Jen had employed to set this contest up. It had just been one in an endless serious of pointless, informal contests between them. She’d just taken the loss especially hard that one time. It would have been a hollow victory if she won, and she didn’t even win.
Penny had a dinner-plate sized wet spot between her legs, but now seemed to have gotten back in control. Out of the blue, she asked: “So, do you wanna talk about why you want to humiliate your friend so much? Because it strikes me as cruel.”
“You said that yesterday,” Jen said. “And it pissed me off then. But you’re right. It’s just me projecting my own insecurities on other people. Wanting to feel better about myself by making others endure what I did. That doesn’t make you a good friend.”
“No,” Penny said. “It makes you a bully. But I can tell you’re a good person at heart. You two will discuss this over, you’ll get over it, and you’ll realize having an accident one time at summer camp is nothing to spend the rest of your life worrying about.”
“Wow,” Jen said. “I took you for immature, but you’re just calling me on my bullshit. You’re right.”
“Wanna know why I got caught up in this whole deal?” Penny said.
“I can’t imagine why anyone would… Excuse me, get horny, I guess? At this.”
“I waited too long one time. It was a foolish decision. Family road trip. You want to know how old I was? Fifteen. Same age as you, and I peed in the car seat after I refused to pee at a rest stop. My mom told me to grow up and stop acting like a child, and I did. I did it by acting like a child on my own terms. Now, I challenge myself because I like to. I like the thrill of it. And if I lose, well, I lost because I wanted to play a game where wetting was a possible outcome. I took control.”
“I don’t feel like going around getting desperate and pissing myself on purpose just to get over this old thing,” Jen said.
“Then don’t. Just think that now you’re an adult. You do what you want, how you want. You’re not who you were then, now.”
At that point, Mary emerged from the bathroom. “So, Jen, do you want to do your damn panty check now?”
Jen shook her head. “Nah. I’m sorry for setting this up. It was stupid and cruel. I should be a better friend, and I’m sorry.”
“Whoa,” Mary said. She looked over at Penny. “What did you two talk about while I emptied an ocean into the bowl?”
“I think we could all become good friends,” was Penny’s non-answer.
Epilogue Three
(Content warning: light messing)
It had gone so well for so long, when Mary put the key in the lock, she thought she’d made it. Unfortunately, so did her brain. It assumed the closeness to a suitable place to relieve herself was permission to do so. She soaked herself on the doorstep. Jen patted her on the back while Mary emptied herself out, offering words about getting her gold star the next time. The gold star, remember, was the sticker she was supposed to get for being a good girl and not peeing herself that day. Just another cruel, infantilizing jab. Mary was too exhausted to respond. She finished up her accident, then walked straight to the bathroom, locked it, and got ready for a shower.
That left two desperate girls in the living room. Each sat down on the couch, squeezing themselves. Penny already had a pretty big wet spot between her legs, but the involuntary release seemed to have strengthened her resolve. She was able to sit almost upright, and only occasionally squeeze herself. Penny picked up the remote and flicked on the TV just to have some background noise. She didn’t want to attempt conversation. She was still unsure what the deal was with Jen. She’d been hostile, but also somewhat accommodating of Penny’s intrusion into the two besties’ private bet. Come to think of it, inserting herself between them like that was a bold and crazy move. She did like Mary, though. Penny was sorry to see her lose, although she couldn’t deny she’d enjoyed watching the buildup.
On the other side of the couch, Jen was in big trouble. At one point, she placed her heel under her. She was constantly squirming. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Penny saw Jen’s gaze go blank. Jen raised herself slightly, closed her eyes for a moment, and then repositioned herself so she was sitting on her knees with her butt slightly raised off the surface. The two of them sat in silence like that for a few minutes, watching a mindless reality show.
“You better go change, too,” Penny said.
“What? I don’t need to...”
“Girl, I can smell you. If you’re lucky, the smell will be gone by the time your friend emerges from the shower. I’ll be nice and tell her you peed yourself and that’s why you’re wearing her clothes and yours are in a plastic bag. Unless you wanna walk home like that.”
Jen’s face lit up like a stoplight. She couldn’t deny it. Her plan had been perfect, except for one detail: every body expels two kinds of waste. And she hadn’t thought about the second one. She’d been desperate for that too, for a while. Sitting there waiting for the shower, while also trying to hold her pee; it had been too much. She’d lost it and now had a nasty lump in the back of her pants.
To say that it was a Pyrrhic victory would be understating things.
Things might get interesting if I keep hanging with these two, Penny thought as Jen made her waddle towards Mary’s bedroom, where she knew most of Mary’s clothes were. Jen hoped they’d fit, seeing as she’d used up her spare change of clothes on her deliberate accident.
And thus concludes this sequence of interconnected case files.
Edited July 18, 2018 by satyr
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“I’m coming to you live from Sand and Surf Outfitters, where police are investigating in the aftermath of an armed robbery,” Jane spoke confidently into the camera. She loved her job as a reporter, even if it was just for a local cable news station in her small town. Nothing exciting ever happened, but on the rare occasions they did, you could count on her to be the first one on the scene. After all, she was well aware that in a small town with multiple news sources, showing up late meant you might as well not show up at all. Competition was fierce and if you weren’t the first to cover it, everyone would already be watching the other channel by the time you got the chance to.
Jane loved her job, but mornings like this made her hate it just a little. When her cameraman, Ethan, gave her the signal that they were no longer rolling, she sighed out in relief and quickly climbed into the passenger side of their news van where she could hold herself in peace. She had been bursting since their drive over from the studio. In fact, her whole morning had been a train wreck. She had woken up late, swearing to herself as she hurriedly hopped out of bed. She hurriedly put on a white bra and thong set, her white button down, a tight pair of gray slacks, and a black blazer before tossing on a pair of black heels and racing out the door, keys and purse in hand. By the time she got to the studio she was running late, so they had to rush her into hair and makeup. As soon as that was finished, she was being debriefed on the situation at the popular Summer clothing store and hurried into her van as Ethan finished putting the last of the equipment in and then climbed into the driver’s seat. They were almost halfway to the store when Jane realized she’d forgotten to have her morning pee.
That decision continued to haunt her as she sat in the passenger side gripping her crotch and praying her producer, Darren, would give her the all clear to head back to the studio, although she doubted that would happen any time soon. A knock at the window made her jump, causing her to squirt a little into her little white thong. She cursed to herself, knowing the thong would be near useless at absorbing any leaks she may have, but pushed the thought of leaking out of her head. It simply wasn’t an option. When she turned around, she found Ethan waving her out of the vehicle. She took a deep breath to collect herself before removing her hands from her crotch and hopping out of the van.
“What is it Ethan?” She sighed, taking the earpiece he offered her and putting it in, knowing it was a sign she’d likely be back on air soon. “Darren wants you to go back and forth with the anchors in studio for a bit and then do some interviews,” Ethan explained. Jane had to resist the temptation to groan. That would take forever, plus she hated one of the anchors working today. The anchorwoman, Kathy, was a bit of a gossip but seemed nice enough. The anchorman, John, on the other hand, annoyed Jane to immensely. He was arrogant and condescending to no end, and Jane had yet to have a civil conversation with him the entire time they’d worked together unless it was on air for the audiences at home. “Do I have to?” she whined petulantly, knowing Ethan would take the question as the joke it was, as he laughed and told her that yes, yes she did have to.
Soon Jane was back in front of the camera, earpiece firmly in place, and John and Kathy chatting away in her ear. When she heard her cue, she gave her big, cable news smile and determinedly ignored her aching bladder. After what felt like hours of fielding questions from the two in studio anchors, Jane felt a big leak force its way out of her, instantly soaking her thong, forming the tiniest of wet patches on her light gray slacks, and causing her to stutter for a moment. “You okay there Jane?” John laughed. “Oh, I’m just fine,” she laughed with faux enthusiasm, even though she wanted nothing more than to run and find some place to relieve herself and then go punch John in the face. It only got worse once she started having to interview people as well. Another big leak sprung out as she was interviewing one of the store’s employees, causing the wet patch to grow to a more noticeable size. Ethan was too focused on Jane’s words and getting the perfect shot to realize what was happening, so the camera frame didn’t shift to only show Jane’s upper body. Anyone watching the show who was attentive enough could probably notice it.
Realizing she had to do something to help her hold it, she crossed her legs in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner. It wasn’t long though before she started bouncing just the slightest bit as well. Even as everyone on the news team, except for Jane herself, remained oblivious, viewers back home were starting to notice that something was up with the pretty news reporter who always had the best cleavage and the tightest pants. Jane had never been so desperate before in her life, and not being able to hold herself to try and relieve pressure made it so much worse. She was aware now that she was squirming and dancing a bit on camera but her need was so bad that she couldn’t care less if she tried. Ethan was starting to notice and get concerned. He began to zoom in the camera to hide her lower body but suddenly Darren’s voice was coming through Ethan’s headset. “Woah, woah why are you changing the shot? We can’t see the store well anymore! Zoom out!” the producer remanded. “Right, sorry sir,” Ethan agreed. He felt bad for Jane but he wasn’t going to risk getting fired for her, so he adjusted the zoom again until Jane’s full body was once more visible.
Jane’s last interview ended up being the one that broke her. She had found a witness to the crime and asked them to detail what they saw, but instead of the direct and concise answer she expected, the interviewee decided to launch into a dramatic retelling of what exactly he had seen. Jane felt her poor, tired urethra throbbing as she started having repeated small leaks, slowly growing the wet patch little by little. Then the little leaks turned into a small stream, marking its path down her legs on her slacks. When the stream became a little wider, and thus the trail a bit bigger, John noticed on the in studio screen, even though Jane had managed to cut it off shortly afterward. He smirked to himself before asking Jane, “Would you mind asking the interviewee how he felt in what must have been a truly desperate situation? I mean there must have been a feeling of a total loss of control watching an armed robbery unfold, right?” he asked while feigning innocence. Jane wanted to cry as she repeated John’s question. “Oh yeah totally,” the young witness replied, before launching into another exaggerated story of what had happened and how exactly he felt about it.
It was too much for poor Jane, who squirmed slightly where she stood, legs crossed and pressed tightly together. Her grip on the microphone she was having the interviewee speak into was white knuckled and she had to resist a whimper when the dam finally burst. Piss flooded out of her at an alarming rate. The wet patch around her crotch grew large and obvious, reaching up half her ass in back and equally high in front. The stain then spread down her legs and piss began to flood her heels as she continued to wet herself on live television. Her face was flaming red and she could only stare st the camera and try to stutter out excuses but none came. “I...I...I erm so erm” she tried but her mind had gone blank from the embarrassment of it all. The interviewee was staring at her stunned before leaping away in disgust when he noticed the growing puddle beneath Jane. “I’m just gonna go,” he said awkwardly, before racing to the background. He whispered to a few of the other bystanders before pointing back towards Jane, causing them to turn around and see what he was talking about.
Back in the studio, John was trying very hard not to laugh. He couldn’t stop the grin that stretched over his face as he watched the colleague he hated the most humiliate herself on air. Kathy could be heard saying a quiet “oh my god, just wait until Sharon hears about this,” from her position next to him and John’s smile grew impossibly wider knowing this would be all over the studio before Jane had even returned to the studio.
Eventually, Jane’s flow petered out. She was almost in shock and could only manage a meek, “now back to you all in the studio,” before Ethan cut off the camera with a grimace. “I’m really sorry Jane, you should have told me you had to go!” he apologized. Jane could only sniffle as a sympathetic Ethan escorted her to the van, trying to shield her soaked pants from view of spectators. As they made the drive back, an awkward silence prevailed in the car as Jane sat in her soaked pants and Ethan tried to focus on the road and not the stain on Jane’s pants or the hardening of his member. He opened his mouth to try and reassure her but she cut him off with a glare. She then clambered into the back of the truck to stew in her embarrassment in peace.
Ethan checked the rear view mirror twice to ensure that Jane was paying him no attention. He gulped. Of course he felt bad for the poor thing but watching her soak herself so thoroughly, with a captive audience both there and at home no less, had sent all the blood rushing from his head, which told him this was a horrible idea, to his dick, which was now throbbing painfully in the dark jeans he wore. With one last check that Jane wasn’t paying attention, he took one hand off the wheel and eased it down toward his crotch, squeezing his member. At the contact he immediately had to bite back a moan. When he checked on her again, Jane had moved to the back of the van, headphones in and staring out the back windows. Ethan knew it was the most privacy he was going to get until he left work and going home felt too far away, so he slowly began rubbing himself over his jeans, making a small moan as he did so. Soon that wasn’t enough, so he deftly used his one hand to unbutton and unzip his jeans before sticking his hand into his white boxer briefs and grabbing a hold of his throbbing member. He jacked himself off slowly, not wanting to get into a car crash just because his coworker had made him incredibly horny, but when traffic kicked in, and the van could only inch forward every so often, he was able to pleasure himself more fully. He hissed out a quiet “fuck” as he began stroking his dick faster, slowing down occasionally just so he could make the sensation last as he pictured Jane’s wetting over and over. As they reached a stoplight, he heard a hissing noise and the sound of liquid hitting the metal of the van. His eyes shot to the rear mirror to find Jane red faced again, staring out the window even harder if that were possible, as she pissed herself for the second time, creating a new puddle beneath her in the van. The sight tipped Ethan over the edge and with one final stroke and a strangled “Oh god, oh fuck!” he came hard into his underwear and jeans.
Ethan panted hard in the aftermath of his orgasm, Jane oblivious to his actions or even the fact she was the cause of them. Only once the car behind them honked, indicating that the light had gone green without Ethan noticing, did he snap out of his trance, adjust himself in his now somewhat sticky underwear, and drive forward. He wiped the cum he’d gotten on his hand off on the bottom of his seat before zipping his jeans back up and re buttoning them. He then put both hands back on the wheel and pretended nothing out of the ordinary had happened, even though he was now sporting his own, small wet spot for a very different reason than Jane had hers.
When they finally arrived back at the studio, Ethan double checked that the spot on his jeans wasn’t too egregious. Lucky for him, the dark shade of his jeans well hid the evidence of his salacious activities in the van. Jane was not so fortunate and as she got out of the van, slacks still dripping from her second accident, she climbed out expecting ridicule and to promptly be fired. She was right about the ridicule as she noticed the other crew members whispering and giggling amongst themselves, but when she and Ethan approached Darren, who was waiting for them, he was grinning from ear to ear.
“There she is!” He called out merrily, earning Jane more stares and snickering. “Listen I’m really sorry about all this I....” Jane stopped her apology, confused, when Darren raised a hand for her to. “Aren’t you going to fire me?” she asked confused, voice shaky from nerves. “Fire you? I should give you a raise! Your little accident practically doubled our viewership! Great job, Jane,” he laughs. He begins to walk away before he turns back around and while walking backwards calls out “You should do this more often Jane. Great for ratings!” He laughs before turning back around and walking off. “I really do agree Jane, it’s the most interesting thing you’ve contributed to this show,” John laughs snarkily. Ethan says nothing, but in his head he prays to whoever is listening that he’ll get to see Jane give such a spectacular show again.
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Jane hated her job. She loved being a reporter but she truly hated her job. When her producer had said she should get desperate more often he had meant it. It was good for ratings, which meant the studio loved it and wanted to ride the gimmick for as long as it would interest the audience. Which is how Jane finds herself in tight, very light gray slacks, a low cut white blouse, and black flats chugging down three bottles of water in her dressing room. The studio had given her a very generous raise after that fateful show but with it came the stipulation that she had to be desperate whenever she was on air. Not only that, but whatever she wore had to make it obvious if she were to leak or have a full blown accident.
Ethan, on the other hand, loved his job. He would never admit it but getting to routinely see Jane bursting with desperation was the best thing that had happened to him in his entire professional career. Jane didn’t wet herself every time, in fact it was a poorly kept secret that many of the residents kept betting pools on whether Jane would wet herself or not on a given day. In fact, Jane hadn’t had a full accident since that first time. Despite this, Ethan always ended his work day painfully hard. He had avoided having to relieve that ache while still on the job so far but he still always made sure to wear dark pants just in case.
The story of the day was at a water park of all places. Of course it was. The park was being investigated due to a possible health code violation and so Jane was tasked to talk to both explain the details of the accusations and talk to the owner to get his side of the story. Much to the owner’s dismay, interviewees weren’t permitted to place bets, since they had direct influence on the outcome, but he took solace in the fact that he was likely to witness an accident first hand with all of the rushing water sounds that would be happening in the background.
As they arrived at the park, Jane could already feel that her bladder was filling. “Today’s going to be a long day,” she sighed. She was frankly surprised her bladder was already feeling the pressure until she thought back over her morning. Oh god, she’d been such an idiot. She had been out late the night before grabbing drinks with an old friend of hers who was in town for only a couple days. They’d drank too much for a weeknight and Jane had woken up with a horrible hangover that only copious amounts of coffee could remedy. Jane came to the horrifying realization that the liquid currently entering her bladder probably wasn’t the water at all. It quite probably was all the coffee she’d needed to recover from her night out, the water likely wasn’t to come for awhile.
She cursed her irresponsibility as she already felt the need to fidget slightly while Ethan attempted to get set up so once they went on air sound wouldn’t be drowned out by the water rushing outside the van. Jane wanted to die. She was already feeling it in the quiet safety of the van. Standing in front of the water park with the sounds of water rushing in the background was going to be agony. She delayed getting out of the car for as long as possible until she noticed Ethan waving her outside quickly. She realized she was moments away from going live so she hurried out of the van and into position in front of the park. She had just enough time to straighten out any wrinkles in her blouse before the little red light indicating that they were rolling clicked on.
“We’re live here from the water park in question where concerns about the safety of the park have recently sparked controversy in our small town. Joining me now is the owner of the park, Harold Grayson,”. Jane spoke, gesturing to the man in question. “Tell me about what’s going on Harold,” Jane said turning to the man in question. “I’m glad you asked Jane. The allegations are truly ridiculous. I’ve been running this park for years, no issues. Now suddenly everyone is up in arms. Here, let me show you the areas that are supposedly hazardous,” the owner declared before quickly marching off deeper into the park. Jane cursed under her breath then quickly went to follow. They soon reached a small whirlpool area. The rushing water caused a surge in Jane’s bladder and her minor discomfort escalated to a concerning level. At this rate she’d Barkley manage to even get halfway through the interview, let alone last the whole thing with her dignity in tact.
Ethan noted the brief look of concern that flashed across Jane’s face. “Interesting,” he thought, “she’s more uncomfortable than she usually is this early on,”. His dick twitched in anticipation. The owner continued to rant about how slanderous the accusations were as Jane attempted to subtly cross her legs. Of course everyone watching knew what that meant and many at home were eager to see if they would finally see something of the same scale as that first accident. Soon poor Jane had to scamper off again as the owner moved to another part of the park to try and further prove his point. This particular section was in front of one of those giant buckets of water that would slowly fill only to suddenly dump its contents out all in a rush. Jane’s bladder could relate. As the bucket slowly filled, desperation increased. The sound of the water gushing out of the faucet above the bucket was absolute torture and it wasn’t long before, much to the amusement of everyone watching, Jane was noticeably squirming in place. Jane bit her lip as the owner continued to talk. When the owner finally stopped speaking, the bucket tipped over and water came crashing down over the other structures of the waterfall. Jane was trembling, hopping from foot to foot the slightest bit, thighs pressed firmly together, and squirming as if her life depended on it. Her segment here was nowhere near done and she already was fit to burst. As the sound died down Jane knew this was supposed to be the moment where she asked questions but when she opened her mouth to do just that all that came out was a moan as she suddenly doubled over, firmly shoving her hands into her crotch to try and stop what was already inevitable at this point. The owner watched in amused fascination as a hissing sound echoed and Jane’s slacks turned dark. Her stream seemed to last forever and left a puddle beneath her. When her flow finally ended and Jane was panting just slightly from the effort of the hold and subsequent release, the owner finally looked at her with a slight smirk on his face and said “Shall we continue with the interview now?”
Jane’s head snapped up to meet his gaze, her face redder than a tomato, and gave a stiff nod. She straightened up and continued the interview, stuttering slightly as she tried to stave off the utter humiliation and the panic caused by the realization that her relief was short lived as the water she’d been forced to drink at the studio started to fill her only recently emptied bladder.
She managed to finish the interview in only mild discomfort but, unfortunately, the segment wasn’t over. She was now supposed to talk to the parents visiting the park with their kids to see why they’d chosen to continue coming despite the health and safety concerns. Every interview she initiated she saw the parents’ eyes dart down to her soaked crotch and then back up to her eyes. One mom had even recommended diapers, much to Jane’s chagrin.
Her bladder had once again reached a point of desperation as she began to interview a single father who was there with his young children. She couldn’t help but fidget where she stood as her need increased, despite her desire to try and keep things underwraps, los the to wet herself twice on camera in one day. The father paused midsentence to ask “Again?” and Jane’s cheeks flared impossibly red. “Why don’t you tell us why you’re unbothered by the safety concerns,” Jane responded, choosing to ignore the question entirely. As the father began to explain, Jane began to contemplate her options. Since her pants were already soaked, perhaps she could get away with releasing a little bit out into her pants without anyone noticing. To test out her theory she released the tiniest squirt, only to realize that the interviewee was indeed none the wiser. Confident in this new approach she let out another small spurt as she asked a follow up question.
As Jane moved on to her final interviewer and began asking the questions she had before she felt the pressure mounting again, seemingly 10 fold of what it was before. Fearful of this sudden pressure she immediately attempted to release a small amount into her already wet pants. The pressure eased as her small leak soaked into the already damp fabric but Jane was horrified to realize that she couldn’t clamp off the flow. She kept trying futilely, trying to take solace that hopefully no one could tell but as her bladder concluded that it no longer was satisfied with smaller respites, it unleashed its full fury. Another hissing sound could be heard and soon the already large wet spot was growing once again and a new puddle was forming at her feet. The interviewee tried to hold it back but a snicker still slipped past as Jane soaked herself for the second time in as many hours. “And back to you all in the studio,” Jane concluded morosely, in complete disbelief of her luck.
Ethan was simultaneously in heaven and hell. His hard on was downright painful in his pants and as soon as he could he slyly moved the camera to cover the crotch in his pants where an obviously bulge must surely be visible. “Your change of clothes is in the back,” he told Jane somewhat breathlessly. He scrambled into the car and closed firmly the privacy wall that the station had installed in he and Jane’s van so she could change after segments. As Jane tried to save her wounded pride in the back of the van, Ethan hurriedly unzipped his pants. He was incredibly thankful that he had chosen a deserted part of the parking lot in the very back to park in, under the guise of ensuring maximum privacy for Jane. He quickly yanked down his jeans, uncaring of the possibility of a mess, and shoved his hands into his boxer briefs. He felt no need to make things last, he desperately craved release, knowing he could take his time later tonight. He quickly moved his hand up and down his hard length until he was biting back a cry of pleasure and spilling into his underwear. Luckily it was contained into his briefs so he quickly pulled his jeans back on and then buckled his seat belt, no one the wiser to his lewd actions as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Ethan really loved his job.
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Jane stepped out of her car, thermos in one hand, and locked it behind her. She quickly knocked back the rest of the coffee, her third of the morning, and quickly made her way into the building. A very harried Darren raced up to her but before he could say anything Jane just sighed and held up a hand to stop him. “I know I’m late Darren. Save the lecture. I drank three coffees this morning so you’ll still get your little show.” she said as she rolled her eyes. “You already drank? Oh lord” Darren sighed. Jane frowned in confusion. “Is that not what you wanted?” Jane said. “It is usually but not today! Kathy is out sick. I need you to act as anchorwoman today! Those seats are too nice for you to be pissing all over!” Darren groaned frustrated.
Ethan couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. He had heard the plan to have Jane step in as anchorwoman and resolved to having a boring workday but in this moment he saw an opportunity. He joined Jane and Darren and cleared his throat. “Well I think Sharon’s daughter is at potty training age. She may have diapers in her car.” Jane scowled while Darren’s face lit up. “You are a genius Ethan!” Darren crowed before racing off to find Sharon.
”Why would you tell him that? He’s going to make me wear a diaper now!” Jane scolded. “It is better that than you having an accident at his precious anchor desk. He’d make you pay for the clean up.” Ethan pointed out. Jane sighed and conceded that he had a point. “Does not mean I have to like it” she pouted.
Soon she found herself sitting in a dressing room. She wore only her black blouse. Her panties lay on the counter nearby and in her hands she held a juvenile pull up, covered in butterflies. Darren’s word’s echo in her head. “The butterflies disappear when you use the diaper. Since John is your co anchor he will check during breaks. If he notices anything he’ll signal to Ethan, who will grab you a new diaper.”
Jane was about to try and squeeze a quick to bathroom trip in when an intern began pounding at the door to announce that they were going on air soon. She groaned one last time before pulling on the offending garment and then putting her skirt back on. As she walked over to the anchor’s desk, John smirked at her. “I really don’t see the point of wearing that skirt when I’m going to be checking the little baby hasn’t had an accident every commercial break” he teased her. “You’re such a prick” Jane huffed. “I actually think he has a point. Lose the skirt!” Darren declares. Jane blushes but does as told. As she sits down in her seat next to a smirking John, her bladder already feels uncomfortably full.
Things get a little easier when Darren leaves for a meeting and they start airing. Being anchor gives Jane plenty of distraction for awhile but soon her bladder is no longer content to be silent and starts making it very known to Jane that it would like to be released. Jane sneaks one hand below the desk to hold herself but the thick padding of the diaper makes the action almost entirely ineffective. John smirks to himself. When the first break comes Jane immediately starts to rise but John quickly pulls her back down. “No time for bathroom breaks between takes,” he tells her smugly. Jane moans and squirms in her seat in earnest. “If you don’t mind I need to do some vocal exercises now” John told her. The glare Jane gave him as she brought her other hand to her crotch and began rocking told John that she did mind, but he didn’t care. He began to make hissing noises at various pitches, causing Jane to groan and squeeze herself even tighter to hold back the flood.
Suddenly she hears the countdown to live. She quickly looks up and brings both hands above the table but her face goes pale as a hissing noise rings out. The sound has grown familiar to Jane at this point, but what is new is the thudding, pattering sound of her stream violently the material of the diaper. She stutters her way through it but the combination of relief and humiliation washing over her face is one that viewers have grown quite familiar with. If the look on her face wasn’t evidence enough, the notable lack of fidgeting from her confirmed that Jane had once again wet herself.
As the segment continued Jane took solace in one thing, that the diaper at least meant that none of the viewers would get visible confirmation, unlike her previous incidents, or so she thought. “We now will take questions from you, our viewers, on any aspect of our broadcast so far” John said. Immediately the phone began to ring, John hit the button to answer and the voice of two snickering teenage boys plays over the in house speakers. One of the boys manages to control his giggling long enough to ask “Did Jane just wet herself?” Jane flushes scarlet red as John’s grin broadens. “Yes, yes she did!” he merrily replies. Jane quickly reaches over and presses the button to end the call. “Ok next question!” she hurriedly says.
Unfortunately for her, the next question was no better. A grumpy old man came on the line next. “My tax money pays for this show and it should not be going into new upholstery for your chairs and carpet because one of your anchors can’t control herself!” he complained. “Don’t worry sir. Jane is just filling in for a sick colleague, and we’ve put her in protection to make sure her lack of control doesn’t cause any damage.” John merrily responded. Jane was mortified and hissed for him to shut up but he ignored her. When the old man asked what kind of protections john was referring to, John was all too happy to announce that Jane was in diapers.
When the segment finally ended and the commercial break finally started, Jane dramatically dropped her head onto the table. “Why?” she groaned. “Because it’s fun. Now, Ethan! I think our girl here needs a change” John laughs. Ethan blushes but hurriedly comes over with a fresh pull up. Jane goes to leave but John stops her again. “No time for that. You’ll just have to change here. Don’t worry Ethan will take your dirty diaper,” he jeered. Jane wanted to protest but Ethan quickly intervened. “I’m sorry Jane but he has a point” he told her gently.
John openly leered as Jane sighed and began to remove the pull up beneath the desk. Ethan pretended not to be interested but inside his filled with all sorts of perverse thoughts. He watched covertly as Jane’s sex was revealed to him. He handed her the new pull up, taking the old one, and pretended not to be absolutely fixated with the whole process. He could feel himself growing painfully hard in his jeans. Although Jane was too focused on putting on the pull up with minimal embarrassment, Ethan knew John was aware of his arousal when John smirked at him. Ethan cleared his throat and quickly left.
He could hear the crew counting back down to the end of the break but only faintly. He had caught a glimpse of Jane’s most private area and even had proof of her lack of bladder control in his very hands. He rushed into a dressing room as fast as he could without drawing attention to himself and then closed and locked the door. He quickly shucked off his jeans and boxers then began to stroke himself earnestly. He leaned on the wall for support as he desperately pulled on his aching member in search of his climax. It only took picturing the look on Jane’s face that had become so familiar to him when she loses control for him to splatter his release on the wall in front of him.
He took a moment to catch his breath and clean the wall off before he put his clothes back on. He stepped back out to the main area only to be immediately greeted by an intern. “There you are! We’ve been looking for you! Jane needs another diaper again,”.
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Jane stood trembling, legs crossed, voice stuttering to get through an interview. One would think Jane would have gotten used to this kind of humiliating treatment by now but the embarrassment would always be there. “Oh god,” she groans as suddenly the dam bursts and piss goes flooding down her legs, turning her gray slacks dark and forming a puddle around her. Ethan winces behind the camera in sympathy but his dick twitches in his pants in anticipation. It had been a couple months since Jane’s first accident and after each one Ethan would find the time to sneak away and jerk himself off to the sight of her. Today would be no different as he watched the piss cascading down her legs. When her flow stopped and when she finally finished the interview, Ethan shut down the camera. They were outside a small boutique store doing a piece on small business owners. There was one more store they needed to hit before they got home but owner of the store, a kind older woman, had offered to let Jane inside to pick a new outfit to change into.
“Do you mind Ethan? I may be awhile,” Jane asked. “Not at all! I’m sure that’ll be better than staying in what you’re wearing. I’ll wait in the van.” he responded. Jane gave him a grateful smile and then followed to woman inside. Ethan meanwhile all but raced to their news van. He quickly climbed into the back and put the gear away. Moments to get off immediately after Jane’s accidents were rare so Ethan wanted to take full advantage. He hurried removed his black shirt, yanked his blue jeans down to his thighs, and then pulled his gray boxers down just enough to free his rock hard erection. He already felt so sensitive as he wrapped his hand around his stiff member and began stroking up and down. He let himself moan without abandon, for the first time not having to worry about staying quiet so Jane wouldn’t find out. He suddenly got an idea. He quickly fumbled for the remote to one of the small monitors inside the van meant for reviewing film. He quickly selected one of the clips of Jane stored in the hardrive and let it play. His eyes stayed fixated to the screen as he pumped himself harder and harder until finally he came on himself with a shout, his cum landing all over his chest.
It is at that exact moment that Jane opens the back of the van. She pauses, looking stunned and Ethan is frozen in shock. Jane stares at Ethan, chest covered in his own climax, pants around his thighs, boxers down, and dick still in hand. Her eyes then slide over to the monitor where the clip of her wetting is still playing. Her eyes meet Ethan’s once more. He looks terrified. She slowly steps into the van and then closes the doors behind her. “So you think all this is hot, do you?” she says, a quiet anger underlying her tone. Ethan tried to stutter out an answer but Jane cuts him off. “If you think it’s so hot then maybe you should be the one to get desperate,” she says. She then proceeds to throw him a towel and three water bottles. “Clean up and drink these three down before I file a sexual harassment suit,” she says before climbing into the front passenger seat of the van.
Ethan scrambles to obey, quickly wiping off his chest with the towel provided. He then put his shirt back on, pulled back up his jeans and boxers, and turned off the monitor. “I’m sorry I....” he starts but Jane cuts him off again. “Drink.” she commands and Ethan immediately obeys. Jane couldn’t lie, it was really exciting flipping the tables and ordering someone else around. As soon as Ethan was done drinking she made him climb back into the front seat so they could drive to the last store they were meant to.
Jane had to admit she was a little disappointed when Ethan appeared to be doing just fine even once they got to the new location and resumed filming. It wasn’t until interviewing the third customer that had walked out of the store that Jane realized not all was right. Ethan looked more tense than usual and when she let her eyes wander lower she could tell that his legs were trembling a little. She realized then that the whole point of Ethan’s job was to keep the camera steady. All the time she had been desperate she could dance around and squirm as she pleased. It was embarrassing but possible. Poor Ethan did not have that same luxury. He couldn’t dance around or really move anything much at risk of messing up the shot. By the time Jane had gotten around to her last interview with the owner she could see sweat beading up on Ethan’s brow.
She felt her panties getting damp for a very different reason than usual. Ethan was a strong, tall man and yet there he was with his legs trembling trying to remain stoic, all because that’s what Jane wanted of him. She intentionally dragged the interview out a little longer and was almost disappointed when she realized she had run out of relevant questions and needs to end the interview. Ethan cut off the camera and Jane thanked the owner for their time. When she turned to look back at him she was shocked to see he had a death grip on the camera and soon a dark spot started to form. Jane watched in awe until Ethan managed to regain control and the spot stopped around the size of a softball. He quickly made his way around to the van and Jane followed almost mistificad. “H...help me open the door,” he panted. Jane quickly obliged.
The minute he had put the heavy camera down both of Ethan’s hands flew down to squeeze his dick. He quickly crossed his legs and began bouncing in place. “Do you need me to drive?” Jane asked. He quickly nodded and so Jane hopped into the driver seat and waited for him to make his way to the passenger side.
As Jane drives her gaze constantly flicks back and forth between the road and her desperate companion. He’s now breathing somewhat heavily, an iron grip on his throbbing cock through his jeans. “Hurry Jane please,” he begs as he crosses one leg over the other. He’s once again holding himself tightly with both hand while he squirms in the seat. When they pull on to the highway Jane quickly navigates into the fast lane and steps on it, trying to get Ethan back to the studio faster.
Soon, though, they run into traffic and they come to a standstill. Ethan groans. “I’m sorry Ethan I shouldn’t have made you drink all that water,” Jane apologizes. “I guess it’s what I deserve,” he chuckles wryly. “I mean still. I guess I get it now,” Jane admits blushing. Ethan looks at her stunned before wincing as he feels himself spurt into his boxers again.
For awhile they sit in silence. The only sound is the engine idling and Ethan’s heavy breathing. His legs are uncrossed now but he still has a death grip on his member. Suddenly Jane hears a whimper and a hissing noise. Her gaze immediately snaps to Ethan’s crotch where are wet spot is rapidly forming. Ethan’s face flushed red, a mixture of relief and embarrassment washing over him as he empties his poor exhausted bladder into his pants. By the time he’s finished there’s a huge wet spot and he’s sitting in a puddle.
Without even thinking or removing her eyes from Ethan’s crotch Jane reaches one hand to grab the one Ethan still had on his member over his jeans. With her other hand she deftly unbuttons And then unzips her own slacks then brings Ethan’s hand towards her. She locks eyes with him, silently asking for permission and when he breathlessly nods she puts his hand down her pants. Ethan gladly takes it from there as Jane puts both her own hands back on the wheel. Ethan slowly rubs her clit causing her to bite her lip. He then brings his hand lower and she gasps as two of his fingers make their way inside her. He makes sure to be slow since they’re still on the highway but the minute they move back on to smaller roads with lower speed limits, Ethan picks up the pace. Suddenly, to his surprise, Jane swerves into a parking lot. She then begins to eagerly rock her hips to the rhythm Ethan’s created with his fingers. He takes that as an invitation to speed up and begins to eagerly finger fuck her until she’s eagerly moaning his name and begging him to go harder and faster. Eventually with one final cry she cums around his fingers. When she catches her breath she turns to look at him. “Do you want to come to my place after work?” |
This is the first part of a 3 part story I'm writting thar was largely influenced by footedsleeper's work as well as a bit of influence from the unthinker on deviant art.
Tags include: wetting, forced wetting, male wetting, female wetting diaper, plastic pants, magic, hypnosis, light sexual themes, mother, witch, unpotty training, police, public humiliation, bondage, light/implied age regression, and plenty of holding/desperation
The large majority of male wetting is because the protagonist is male for self insertion purposes. The rest of the scenes and discriptions of all other characters (excluding a small 1-2 sentence scene in the 2nd part) are female. Babby/sissification is extremely minimal and it is more focused on power dynamics.
The 2nd part is already written, and slightly longer than the first, and im currently writting part 3, which I imagine, will only take me a few days at most. I welcome any comments or critisism and hope that you all enjoy.
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It was the lady from my dreams again. I had been dreaming about her night after night for a few months now. She was the picture of motherly perfection, warm and welcoming she would call out to me.
"Jimmy? Jimmy is that you? Come closer to me I can't see you."
I could see her in the distance in my mind's eye, and I wanted desperately to run toward her, but something inside me told me to stay away. Every night, without fail, she would come to me in my dreams and she would beg me to come to her. Her pleas became more and more insistent and every night she drew a little closer and her voice grew a little more demanding.
"Come to me little boy. Come to mommy!"
Her voice had a sickenily sweet and wanting tone to it, one that I didn't understand. I was afraid to go to bed at night and when I finally did fall asleep I would wake up in a cold sweat with a strange feeling that that lady, my 'mommy' , was right behind me. I dreaded the night that she would finally find me, but every night, as she drew closer and closer, I found myself wishing for it more and more. The more I wished for it the closer she got,then one night it finally happened.
"Jimmy oh Jimmy! My needy little boy I have finally found you" 'Mommy' proclaimed in a nearly manic whisper. She was so close to me now that all I could see was her face, Her eyes boring into me with a perverse fasination. I felt her hands reach out and grab me by the shoulders as she claimed me as her own. Fear gripped me, something primal and instinctual, but as her fingers began to knead into my skin I felt something else...a tingle...down there. 'Mommy' smiles and looks really excited.
"What's wrong my little boy? You seem a bit... distracted." She says as her eyes wander to just below my belt.
Suddenly I wake up with a start. Breathing heavily, I suddenly become very aware that I NEED...no its not only that...but I want to....I want to pee... i-in m-my p-pants.
I want to be a good boy for mommy.
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The next morning everything seemed to be back to normal. Despite my incredibly weird and uncomfortable dream, and my even stranger compulsions, I managed to keep my bladder under control before I had any unfortunate 'accidents'. Before going to school I made sure to use the bathroom.
*"that's the last time you'll do *that* ever again...hehehehe"*
I stopped for a second and shook my head. Did I just hear something? I shrugged it off and continued to wash my hands and get ready for school. While I started the school day a bit nervous and uneasy, I soon gained confidrnce that everything was fine. I even started to enjoy myself...well as much as any 12 year old boy could enjoy himself as he listened to his teachers drone on about one boring subject to the next. The school day continued to pass without incident, and I was reminded that it was, all in fact, just a bad dream.
While I relaxed, I failed to notice just how thirsty I was. I stopped at the water fountain between every class drinking at least a full 8 oz. each time. At lunch I drank a full 32 oz. of mountain dew followed by sone lemonaide. Despite all this, the thought that I should maybe go to the bathroom never even occured to me. The dream and that lady were so far away now. Everything was normal and I was safe. A little voice in the back of my head questioned if that was really true, and every time I tried to listen I found myself compelled to drink and drink and drink.
With the school day finally over, I started to walk back home when I heard what sounded like a struggle from somewhere near by. After a few minutes of fighting my way through the woods I got to the source of the noise and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.
Kneeling on the ground just a few feet in front of me is a girl in a large cloth diaper and transperant plastic pants. Her brown hair is done up in pigtails and she is wearing a frilly pink dress several sizes too small for her that stops before even begining to cover her waist leaving her huge diaper exposed for anyone to see. She looks to be about the same age as me as she squats over the ground her hand pressed hard against her crotch and her legs slightly crossed as she lets out a long slow whine of desperation as she tries with everything she has not to wet herself.
"That's it baby girl you really have to GO don't you?"
I gasp. My breath is caught in my throat as suddenly standing over her is the lady from my dream in the living breathing flesh. Did she just suddenly appear, or was I simply too distracted by the spectical in front of me to notice her before? I couldn't tell.
Her eyes widened as that creepy excited smile spread across her face. Manical laughter seeped out from her delighted expression as her eyes feasted on the poor helpless girl in front of her.
"Too desperate to move aren't you? If I were to just...pull" her arm lashed out and violently yanked at the girl's leg. "at your leg here you wouldn't be able to stand it would you?"
The girl wailed urgently trying to pull her legs back together as tears started to stream from her eyes...as well as her waist. Watching from afar I could see the beginings of a puddle begin to form in her previously perstine white cloth diaper. Along with the sight came the telltale *hhhissss*, which seemed to remind my blader of just how much I had to drink today as i begun to need to pee.
The crying girl straightened becoming as stiff as a board, and then, through sheer force of will, she stopped herself from peeing.
"Oooo we got ourselves a little trickle there didn't we?", she said as she clapped her hands together in delight. "But why are you trying so hard to stop yourself?" her face and tone turning far more stern and serious as she began to entrance the girl in front of her. "Don't you want your agony to end?" My bladder fluttered sympathetically as if she was talking to it directly spasming violently at her every word. "Aren't so tired of letting it build and build?Growing, tingiling, screaming to get out. Sloshing around inside you with every teensy tiny little movement. Don't you just want to let it go? Let it allll ouuut. Wouldn't that feel so good?"
The girl shuddered her face a strange mixture of want and difiance as a war for control raged inside her. As I watched, unable to look a tide began to surge inside me as well. I couldn't help but bounce my legs in place in a subconcious attempt to ease my aching need.
"Why resist? You're already wearing a diaper! Just imagine" she said gripping the girl by the shoulders and working her magic into her. "The security of a nice...soft...diaper. you will never have to use a toilet ever again!"
The girl cracked a bit. It was clear she was losing ground to a building desire and the mention of her diaper only made her fall that much faster. Mommy's telling influence was seeping into her and it was only made worse when she was taken in for a close hug and her diapered bottom was gropped and given a nice pat. It was all she could take.
The diapered girl was completely enthralled. She now lay her head on her soon to be new mommy's shoulder and looked up at her with the fragile innocent eyes of a child. Whatever remained of her resistance now hung on by the barest of threads.
"Now..." she continued as she moved her hand off the girl's shoulder and down to the front of her diaper. "Tell mommy...", she said placing her hand on top of the girl's right on top of her bladder. "Do you have to go potty?"
With a strong push she delivered the final blow as both mother's and daughter's hands brought the girl into a euphoric state of pleasure as the floodgates burst open. They both reveled in a shared pleasure as they embraced one another, the newly christened daughter's diaper getting warmer and fuller between them.
This went on for several minutes, the girl's diaper growing wetter and wetter as it began to sag and become a distinct shade of yellow. All the while, the sounds of a flood continued to compel me to follow suit. I was enraptured by the scene before me. There was an insane ammount of pee continously gushing out of this girl. How was it possible? where did it come from? Did it feel nearly as good as she made it look? Soon the pee even began to overflow the diaper, and, if it wasn't for the clear plastic pants keeping everything in, there would have been quite the mess to clean up.
Suddenly mommy turned and looked in my direction her wide eyes and excited smile all too telling of her intentions.
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Here's part 2. Part 3 is in progress and currently maybe a third of the way done. I am aiming to have it finished by sometime next week.
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My heart sank as I tried to flee, but my legs wouldn't let me. 'Mommy' slowly began to walk toward me." Did you like my little show Jimmy? I put it on just...for...you." My waist shook. It was as if she was trying to pull the pee out of me directly with her words. Was she even talking to me anymore? Or was she talking to the 'Jimmy' in my pants? my eyes glazed over as I started to fall under her direct control. Mommy continued her slow march toward me and now was only a few feet away. All i could do was stand there frozen. My head filled with strange new thoughts as I absorbed her every word." How are you feeling Jimmy? Are you scared? Are you excited? Look over there. Do you see that girl? Do you see how happy she is?"The diapered girl’s face was frozen in an expression of euphoric pleasure as she stared dumbly into the void. Drool ran down the side of her mouth as she quietly moaned. Her hand absently rubbed the front of her diaper."She is empty. She was a good little girl and let it all out for mommy. She won't be like that forever...no...eventually some of her will come back. The parts I want. The parts that will make her a good little diaper slave. She will be exactly what I want and she will belong to me." Mommy turned her head, and put her intense gaze back on me. She noted, with delight, that my expression did not look too different from the girl's. "No more books...no more school...only playtime with mommy. Now, doesn't that sound nice?" Mommy's hands reached out for me and they were no longer interested in grabbing my shoulders. They were heading straight for my crotch.I never had to pee so much in my entire life. My need to go had grown from unbearable to unimaginable. I remembered all those drinks I had earlier that day and I began to imagine myself in the school lunchroom drinking a 2 liter of Mountain Dew, and as I chugged it down, gulp after gulp, it came right back out. It wasn't too noticeable at first it was just a little dribble, but it soon grew until a small squirt of warm liquid began to shoot through my underwear and then down my pant leg. A couple of drops of pee quietly hit the floor. Unalarmed by this, I continued to guzzle down the drink with abandon and let nature take its course. It felt natural, like this was what I was meant to do, this is what I should be doing. As a damp patch appeared on my pants I relaxed even more allowing the feeling to take me as my crotch felt warm and wet. The sound of streaming liquid began to fill the cafeteria as a large puddle began to form beneath me. People began to take notice stopping what they were doing to stop and stare at me as I closed my eyes in unrivaled bliss.The cafeteria was dead silent and the atmosphere grew cold. I opened my eyes to looks of shock and disgust as my pants began to feel cold and uncomfortable. A girl screamed " oh my god" as other students began to yell and laugh. This wasn't right I realized finally waking from my stupor as cold sweat formed on my forehead. Nooo!"Nooo!" I screamed waking from my fantasy and tearing myself away from that terrible nightmare women just as she went to grab me. Adrenaline fueling my movements, I dashed into the nearby park all too aware of how much I needed to pee.Once I was sure that I was far from that woman I began to search for a bathroom. With very few people around and no clear direction I began to feel my urgent need return in full force. But there was nowhere to go! My legs started to shake as my adrenaline began to wear off. I didn't have a lot of time. Desperate, I began to beg anyone I could find if they could please tell me where a bathroom was. They all ignored me, and I found myself running further and further into the park until I could no longer tell where I was or how I got there. I found myself in front of a pond with a river feeding into it. As I stared at the water sloshing around, tormenting and teasing me, I gave up. This was the end, my legs buckled and I fell to my knees. I stared at the pond and listened to its siren’s call as pee hit the tip of my dick.It was just at that moment that I caught a glimpse of a little boy's room sign and a small restroom off in the distance. I could have sworn that that building wasn't there before, but I didn't care. Right in front of me, just a few quick jog away was my salvation. Summoning the rest of my strength I sprinted as fast as I could toward the door as relief dawned on my face. It was finally over! I'd made it in time! As soon as I peed that evil lady wouldn't be able to control me anymore. I had won. As I went to push the door open it wouldn't budge. Cursing, I tried to pull the door open and got the same result. No! Whhhy?? This couldn't be. It was locked. Pushing with all my might, I banged on the door furiously as my body crumpled against it, and tears started to form in my eyes. This wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair! I couldn't hold it anymore I had to GO! In sobbing frustration I yelled: "Let me in! I have to PEEEE!!!"Suddenly, she appears behind me."Let me help you my poor little boy. Mommy will let you in..."She pushed the door open with just the lightest touch and I bolted inside. The bathroom was unusually large and seemed to stretch on for miles. In front of me were yards and yards of sinks and mirrors, which I quickly scrambled past. My bladder seemed to know exactly where I was." Be careful Jimmy. This is a special bathroom you know..."I barely registered Mommy's voice as it echoed through the bathroom. I made my way past the sinks and on to the stalls. Trying one after another, I found that they were all locked. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that they were all in use. Feet and underwear stuck out from the bottom of every stall."This is the Potty Palace and it brings little boys and girls where they belong."I ran as fast as I could searching for any unoccupied toilet. Row after row of stalls were occupied and eventually I found myself in a row that seemed to go on forever. As I ran the occasional flush could be heard in the distance. It served as a painful reminder of exactly why I was here." Mommy is a diaper witch Jimmy, and she wants to take you home with her to all the other diaper witches that are just like her. Doesn't that sound fun? Now all you need is a potty.....ooooo hehe there's one..." Mommy giggled and her giggle transformed into an ominous evil cackle as she sent her little boy to his promised fate.The words washed right over me and went unnoticed as I desperately continued to search. Reaching what I thought was a break in the unending row of stalls, I discovered that this too was one; it was just much much bigger. It opened slightly as if inviting me in. Inside was the biggest toilet I had ever seen. It was a white toilet with a black lid and it had an almost intimidating presence about it. Standing next to it I looked as tall as a two year old. Attempting to climb on top of it was a herculean task, and my hands and feet could not get a grip on its slippery porcelain surface. My attempts seemed to get weaker the more I tried and I soon had an odd feeling that I was shorter even though the toilet seened to stay the same size. Was I actually turning into a two year old?! The thought hit me, but it was soon forgotten as my urgency to pee would not be ignored. I looked around desperately searching for anyway to get up and I eventually found a small blue step stool with doggy stickers on it to climb up onto.Standing over the giant toilet bowl I felt strange. As I struggled to undo my pants I became dizzy and light headed. My mind began to be bombarded with images of thousands of toilets of different shapes and colors as the sound of people peeing filled my ears. The sensations overtook me and suddenly everything went dark as I fell forward. The last thing I heard was a *FFluussshh*.-------------I woke up in the park and everything seemed normal. A few feet away was the small pond I stumbled upon before, but there was no sign of any kind of bathroom. Maybe it was all a dream? Did I just pass out from exhaustion? Just as I started to think about it I felt the return of a familiar ache and I realized had to go now. I'm filled with dread. It is only a matter of time before my dull ache turns into a volcano of urine ready to explode. I don't have a lot of time. I got up and focused purely on finding a bathroom. My tired body reluctantly complied.After a few minutes I found my way back to civilization and I was immediately struck by an odd sight.Right in front of me stood a tall woman in a purple sundress and a wide brimmed hat, and holding her hand was a young girl wearing nothing, but a shirt and a disposable diaper with cartoon characters on it. The girl looked far too old to be in diapers...or did she? Was the woman next to her tall, or had I grown shorter? I couldn't tell.The mother asked the girl if she was thirsty and she nodded enthusiastically. The mom brought out a giant sippy cup, about the size of a half gallon, and handed it to the child who drank it greedily. I tried my best not to look at them and just focused instead on walking ahead, but as I passed them I thought I spotted a sly knowing grin on the mother's face. I hoped it was my imagination. As I turned onto the main street my eyes went wide and I stopped dead in my tracks. All around me were tall seductive and caring mothers. They all had the same aura as 'mommy'. Just being around them made me want to give in. My mind and my bladder begged to be set free. Most of them were engaged in their 'children' . Teasing, encouraging or forcing them to pee seemed to what they enjoyed doing most. There were fountains littered everywhere throughout the street. Many of them depicted children peeing themselves with various expressions ranging from fear and disgust to bliss and acceptance. As I stared at the various statues, I began to be drawn to all the trickling water flowing from the statues in a constant stream. The sound was inescapable and I nearly collapsed under the pressure. To make matters worse there were a variety of mothers encouraging their children to play in and/or stare at these fountains as they 'educated' them. the fountains suddenly slowed down to a dribble, and a single chant arose from all the women on the street."1, 2, 3! Little babies turn to PEE!!!!" As the chant ended every child around the fountains began to pee themselves and the sound that the fountains imitated became the real thing. I watched in horror and fascination as a mother held a little boy above her and pushed his pelvis so that his pee arched directly into the fountain pool. His face was a mixture of struggle and bliss and I found myself wondering what it would be like to be in his position right now. I grunted aloud as my sympathetic bladder tried to join in with the rest, and this caught the attention of two women behind me who cooed and asked if I needed any help.Focusing my will power, I managed to start walking. I kept my eyes focused on the road in front of me and my head low. I tried my best not to let anything catch my eye as I slipped through the crowd and looked for a way out of this crazy place before I was taken in by it. " Are you thirsty?"My head jerked up and I looked around worried I'd been spotted. Instead I saw a small diapered girl being propped up by her mother's hand on her diapered toosh as she drank ravenously from a water fountain."Drink up." , her mother encouraged. Her gleaming eyes watched as the girl’s s diaper started to shake as her body wriggled underneath.
"Oh little boy where's your mommy?"I turned around and saw the two women from before they had caught up to me. Seeing my look of fear and disgust they continued: "No!....It couldn’t be….Hehehe you can't still be potty trained are you?" This seemed to catch everyone's attention and their eyes all fell on me." Do you need to find a potty? Don't worry we'll help you...We'll *all*help you!", she screamed widening out her arms to include the entire crowd.I took off in a mad dash. I had to get out of here. Dodging women coming from every direction I tried my best to stay out of their reach."You can't run forever!""Everybody pees!!"They were closing in on me; I couldn't run anymore this was it. Then I saw it. There was a cop car in the distance. using the last of my strength I sprinted to the car and jumped on the hood. banging on the windshield I screamed in desperation:"Please! You got to help me! These crazy ladies are after me! You have to get me out of here! Please take me to the bathroom, I REALLY have to pee!" |
At 3775 words the 3rd and final part of the story is now complete! This makes this part nearly double the length of the 2nd part, and over half of the story's length overall. To be honest I could have seperated it into a 4 part story, but I figured, go big or go home.
Without further ado, The epic conclusion to Diaper Witch.
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Two nearly identical blonde women in their early twenties, wearing police uniforms and large reflective aviator sunglasses, stepped out of the car on either side and grabbed me by my ankles. They pulling me off the hood of the car with grace and ease."Don't worry young man. We'll protect you.", one of them said in a confident monotone voice as she stood uncomfortably close to me."Come with us.", the other said in a sympathetic tone as she opened the backdoor of the cop car and gently ushered me inside. The seat was covered in a transparent plastic cover, which made sitting on it without slipping very difficult. As the policewoman leaned over me in an attempt to find me a seatbelt she uttered: "We promise we will get you exactly what you need." There was a soft click sound, but it wasn’t from a seatbelt. The sound came from a pair of handcuffs as they were secured snuggly around my wrists."We have calls about a 933 on Fifth and Main. I repeat a 933 on Fifth and Main, a weak-kneed little boy in progress. All units please respond.", the walkie talkie chirped. The policewoman outside of the car picked up her walkie and responded." This is unit 1. We got him. We are in route now. Over." A slight smirk crosses the woman's face as she headed towards the car."What's going on! Why did you handcuff me? Where are you taking me?!" I shrieked as moved around looking for any way to escape."Relax...this is just procedure. Anyone in the back of the cop car has to be handcuffed until they can be properly...processed. We are taking you exactly where you want to go. You don't have to worry about those scary women anymore. You are safe." Her voice was soothing, and when she turned back to face me her concern seemed genuine. Maybe she was telling the truth."Well you better hurry!", I warned. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it!"After a 20 minute drive, which felt like an eternity, we finally arrived at a unassuming concrete office building. Both officers got out of the car at the same time, and, with practiced precision, they grabbed me, forced me onto my feet, and made me walk in front of them as they both remained less than an inch behind."Can we get these handcuffs off now?", I complained, sulking as I walked into the building."Soon", the kind cop said. "As soon as we get you inside, and get you processed, then we can take them off."I sighed, and I failed to notice a sign that the nice officer was carefully blocking with her body. It read 'County Re-education and Rehabilitation facility'. Once we got inside, the rough officer grabbed ahold of the back of my shirt and forced me to walk faster. Soon I was jogging and every step was a not so subtle reminder of how much distress my bladder was in. I began to wince with every step as they pushed me forward through a confusing maze of hallways. By the time we stopped I was panting and my legs were shaking with need."Ooooo you must be Jimmy." The voice came from a tall older woman in her early 50s with thick glasses and a lab coat, who was suddenly standing over me as I tried to catch my breath. "I've heard so much about you! But enough about that, let's take care of your little...problem shall we?" She said as she stared suggestively at my groin.Dread filled me as they pushed me through a secure door that locked tightly behind me. What followed was another long trip down a narrow empty hallway. The air was tense and, as we walked, the sound of high heels steadily hitting the tile floor only seemed to raise the unbearably high tension even further. I felt like I was a prisoner, and I was being led to my execution. Eventually, we stopped, and I was immediately overwhelmed. There, right in front of me, was a bathroom door. An ordinary, everyday bathroom door. I almost couldn't believe it. One of the cops leaned over and took off my handcuffs and I immediately bolted inside. It was, indeed, a small bathroom with a single sink, mirror, and toilet. I ran to the toilet, undid my pants, closed my eyes, and I started to moan as I felt my bladder finally relax. Finally after all this time, after all this torture I was finally going to get some relief, but, instead the pressure just continued to grow. Without my bladder to stop it, pee just continued to flow, and without a way out it simply continued to build.My moans turned to wails as I tried desperately to pee." Awww...are you having trouble?", the scientist's voice cooed over a hidden speaker. "Here, let me help you." The sink suddenly turned on full blast and my need to go doubled. I couldn't think straight anymore. It was too much. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pee!The water continued to pour down the drain as it slowly eroded my sanity. I had to do something about it. I lunged recklessly for the sink, and turned it off as fast as I could."Oooh, you're right! That won't work at all will it?" The flow of water slowed to a small, teasing, stream and started to fill as the sink's handels locked in place. "There, isn't that-" fluuusshh "sooo much better?"I screamed as the sensations took over my mind, and I became their slave. "Why can't I PEE?!!!", I sobbed trying hard to keep myself together."This is our 'holding' cell. This is where we put bad little boys who don't want to listen to their mommies. That pesky potty training of yours has got to go....but before that I think we can put it to some good use, don't you?"I turned around and slammed my shoulder as hard as I could against the door. It didn't budge."Nuh uh uh...you wanted so badly to hold it....well now you're going to HOLD IT. There is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. You can just sit there and let your need grow until you feel like you're going to explode." I went back to the toilet and tried to relax. I couldn't think anymore. I was right on the edge, but some terrible force gripped me and stopped me from letting go. My frustration continued to build as I tried to think of anything that could push me over the edge. My mind wandered back to that little girl in the park as she was forced to pee her diaper and plastic pants. I remembered that look of pure bliss on her face as she flooded her diaper. The look of relief as even her plastic pants began to fill.It wasn't helping. It was just making things worse. As water continued to fill the sink, I began to feel like my brain was drowning in my own pee."That's it just listen to the water and stare at the potty. That's what potty training is for isn't it? To make you go pee pee in the potty? Your body has been trained. When it sees a potty it wants to go it neeeeedss to go. Your potty training is exactly why you feel so truly desperate right now. There is no escape for you...unless..." My heart stopped. "Unless you made enough pee to break the hold."
There was a loud bang as several jugs of water hit the floor. "This should just about do it." There had to have been several gallons worth of water here. Then with a loud click the bathroom lights turned to a strange shade of pink."I can't drink that much! It's impossible!" I screeched." Well...there is another option. You could be a good little boy and pee your pants..."Good boys pee their pants....good boys pee their pants. You want to be a good boy, and good boys pee their pants.A chorus of young feminine voices came from everywhere and nowhere all at once. They whispered through my mind as they egged me on. Good boyput on your pantsGood boynice soft underwearfresh tighty...whities!nice and safeyou want to make them wetGood boys pee their pantspull up your pantsGood boyZip it up...there you go!I found myself following their every suggestion and I soon found myself with my pants back up as I imagined leaking them like a good boy. I wanted to. I REALLY wanted to, but that would mean giving in to them. I focused what little was left of my mind on not giving in to their command to pee. I stood there for a few moments staring at the potty imagining that my pants were still down, and that it would all be okay, but I didn't pee. While I was so busy focusing on not wetting my pants, they used the opportunity to slip a different suggestion into my mind.I started to feel thirsty.Thirstyso thirstyyou need to drinkI licked my lips as I stared at the gallons of water in front of me. My thirst grew until it consumed my entire being. I needed it. I reached out and upended the first gallon jug letting it pour down my throat. The more I drank the more I wanted. It just felt so right.It tasted so good. Eventually my drinking began to slow as my body reached its limits. Coughing and sputtering, I finished another jug, but as I reached for another I began to feel very sleepy."He's had his fill." The scientist told the police officers as she opened the bathroom door and they walked inside. "Let's get to work."-------"Jimmy...ohh Jimmy! It's time to get up. Your mommy is here to get you." The soft caring voice of the scientist lulled me from my sleep, but for some reason I didn't recognize it.As I opened my eyes I found myself slumped into a large comfortable recliner with my legs extended and spread far apart. Standing over me were three women, all staring at me with wide excited smiles and hungry eyes. The one in the middle continued talking as she helped me down from the chair."Come on hurry up your mommy is waiting! We'll have to make sure to tell her what a good boy you were."As she put me on the ground I stumbled a bit and started swaying aimlessly from side to side. The ladies all giggled as they watched me try to stand, and then one of them put their hand on my butt and nudged me forward. I tried my best to follow the lady out of the room as the other two walked closely on either side of me helping me to stay upright .Not much went through my head as I was marched down the hallway. I felt...good, Really good. It was like all my stress and all my worries just melted away. My mind was numb. I couldn't feel anything, not even my earth-shattering need to pee. My mind was filled with a comfortable fog. I could not remember who I really was, or how I got here. Wait...was this right? A small voice, faaaar away in the back of my head tried to remember.I was tied to a chair in a room with odd pink lights The three women sat around me topless, laughing and giggling, as their suggestive whispers began to overwhelm my mind.The shock of the memory caused me to shake my head slightly, and I was returned to my happy docile state. One of the women next to me looked at me and studied me closely, as a knowing smirk grew on her face. The hallways continued to grow wider as I blindly followed the ladies through an endless maze of corridors and secure doors. They were slowly guiding me to the center of the building, and they could hardly contain their glee. As we turned one final corner, she came into view."Jimmy, My beautiful little boy, Mommy missed you!"There was mommy, my mommy, she was crouched down with her arms outstretched ready to give me a nice big hug."Come on Jimmy, come to mommy." Her voice had a slightly sinister tone as I toddled my way toward her trying my best to stay on my feet. "Yes...that's it...very good!", she exclaimed as she embraced me. "I missed you sooo much.", she continued breathing deeply as she firmly squeezed my behind and pushed my pelvis against her. "He was a veerry good boy for us. He's just so full of spirit. It's like he is about to..." There was a pause as the scientist looked around at all the smiling faces who all nodded in a silent confirmation "burst."My body stiffened as all at once my unworldly need to pee came rushing back to my waist. The sensation cut through the haze, and my mind began to clear, but all I could comprehend was need. My whole body started to shake as I quietly whimpered.Mommy held me close gently stroking the back of my head as I subconsciously looked to her for comfort."My poor baby....Don't worry, you'll feel much better soon. I promise." The two cops then came up from behind me and propped me up on their shoulders and we began to slowly walk into large room. The room was filled with a few hundred women all fanatically chattering away, and as we entered the room it suddenly became dead silent. All eyes were focused on me as I was led to a stage in the front of the room, and I was placed on an examination table. Both officers sat on either side of me, each with a hand on my upper thighs. Mommy stepped up to a podium in front of me and began to speak:"Welcome, thank you all for coming. We are here today to celebrate Jimmy. Jimmy is a special little boy, few children have anywhere near the kind of 'potential' he has." She turned to face me. "Little Jimmy here has been a tough little nut to crack. I have been chasing him for months, tempting him, teasing, and prodding him, and yet he has never given in. He has what it takes to grow up to be an extraordinary young man. A doctor, a lawyer, a scientist, these are all possible paths for his extremely bright future."The audience listened with bated breath as they clung to her every word. They all gleefully anticipated the next phrase to come out of her mouth."But not for long...because you see...Jimmy REALLY REALLY HAS TO PEE!!"The crowd erupted in cheers and maniacal laughter as a foreboding chill crept down my spine. Her words seemed to stay with me, echo through me, compel me. Then, suddenly, like a bolt of lightning hitting my crotch, my bladder assaulted me with supernatural force. I couldn't stay still. My body began to convulse as it tried desperately to hold it in. Both officers gripped my thighs tightly keeping my body from getting out of control as they motioned over to the scientist before separating to secure my body. One held my arms and the other held my legs. Together with the scientist, they began slowly and tantalizingly removing my clothing one piece at a time."NOOO! What are you doing to me!" I screamed to the perverse delight of the audience who grew more excited with every passing second.One by one my clothes started to come off, no matter how much I tried to stop them. First my shoes, and then my socks then my shirt. All the while they tickled me and teased me drawing out the show for as long as possible. Each piece of clothing they removed was thrown into the crowd where it disappeared into their wanting hands.Once I was down to just my pants Mommy came over and looked down on me." Honey, we are getting you naked. We don't want you to have an accident now, do we?" She motioned to the others who put me in strong velcro cuffs, strapping me down and leaving me helpless. Mommy relished unbuckling and unzipping my pants as I wriggled fruitlessly to stop her. Soon, she got her hands around my tighty whiteys and cooed as she removed them leaving me naked and exposed for all to see.Holding my underwear she turned to the crowd and held them high above her head."They're still dry!" She proclaimed, which earned a loud excited squeal from the crowd as she proceeded to toss my underwear into their midst."You really are a special little boy aren't you?", she said turning back to me as she examined me closely. "You're trying so hard to be a big boy and not have an accident...I think that deserves a reward."She bent below the table and grabbed something from a drawer that spewed odd yellow smoke. When she returned holding a large white puffy object, my heart froze." Do you know what this is?""I-its a d-diaper.", I stammered in shock and disbelief. This couldn't be happening. In her hands was a large white cloth diaper. My eyes were fixated on it. I was drawn to it, like it was calling me."wait yo-you're not gonna make me...? Y-you couldn't..." I looked around frantically, and in a sudden moment of terrible clarity, I realized that this wasn't an examination table at all! It was a changing table!"Yes, you're right Jimmy, it is a diaper, but it isn't just any diaper. Its a magic diaper Jimmy. It's your diaper. It takes all your hopes and dreams, your talents and aspirations, even your very potential and you know what it does? It turns it all into pee pee that will come right out of that little wee wee. Isn't that great! The more you pee the more it takes! You did such a good job holding it alll this time, letting it build up and up and up, but now it's time for you to just let it all out! It's a new beginning for you here in this beautiful world. As soon as I put this niiicce soooft diaper around you, it'll be alll over. So get ready Jimmy, here comes your diaper… Here comes the beginning of the end.”Between the four of them they effortlessly lifted me up and wrapped the diaper snuggly around me, and they secured it with a distinctive SNAP leaving me in the soft secure confines of a nice big diaper. "See? You can't have an accident anymore. From now on, your pee pee will always go right where it belongs...in a Big FAT Diaper!" Her eyes started to twinkle as she watched the diaper start to glow.It started. It was happening. I could feel the diaper pulling at me, draining me, and all my resistance, and turning it into pee. I started moaning, half in frustration, and half in pleasure as the diaper's effects grew. I could hear coos and encouragement coming from the audience as I started to reach my absolute limit. They were enjoying this. This was what they were here for.Mommy pulled out a pair of transparent plastic pants, and, with help from the others, slipped them over me as I writhed my hips in defiance."Can't have any leaks now, and Boy are you gonna leak!...do it for Mommy....leak your brains out..."I wailed in rebellion as more and more of my resistance became stored in my bladder. My eyes opened wide as I felt something inside of me begin to give away." I love this part when they realize they can't escape!" The scientist yelled in a complete state of rapture while she watched me."That's it...that's it baby just let it happen...You can hold it as much as you want, but that will just make it worse...Mommy is here...Mommy will help you..."Just then, I heard a chant building from the audience:free the pee!!
free the pee!!
free the pee!!The chant entranced me and was like a battering ram to what little resistance I had left.Mommy placed her hand firmly on the front of my diaper as she massaged my bladder directly. She held my fate directly in her hands.'It's time Jimmy", she said as she expertly massaged my bladder as the last bit of my resistance faded away. "Do you feel that? That is your bladder giving into me. Say bye bye to your potty training!" She laughed gleefully. "It's being flushed down the toilet where it belongs! Now do you have any last words?"My mind stuttered as I hesitated. I could only think of one thing:"I WANT TOOO PEEEEEEEEE!!!!"Did you hear that?", Mommy said turning to the crowd. "He wants to pee!"The crowd burst out in sinister laughter, no longer able to hold themselves back."Ready Jimmy? We'll all do it together. On the count of 3...ready? 1, 2, 3 WEEEEEEEEEE!"She let go of my bladder and the dam burst. Pee came out of my penis like a firehouse with a satisfying Hissssss as a stain on my diapie continued to grow. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as everything continued to pour out. I was overwhelmed by pleasure. This went on for several minutes as everyone watched and cheered. All of my fear, all of my worries, all of my thoughts, were just being urinated right out of me and into my warm squishy diapie.Eventually, it became too much, and as I stared into Mommy's eyes, my diaper started to leak as my eyes started to glaze over. My plastic pants began to fill, and I started to drool in bliss as what was left of my brain started to fill up past my knees. The pants continued to fill as pee covered my waist until pee had covered and submerged the very source of my relief Just when it seemed like the pants may not be enough, the peeing stopped and I let out a contented gurgle, which was met with a round of applause."Come on baby...Let's go home."I was going to a good little diaper slave for Mommy.
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I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, or you simply want to give me critisism please post a reply. I would highly appreciate any sort of feedback.
Edited June 14, 2018 by forced2go
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I plan on making this another series! I have not done one since my Tom and Kelly one (which I would highly recommend if you haven’t read it yet) and wanted to try another one. I also wanted to experiment with more male desperation since I rarely write it. This first installment is partially based on a story I have read before with a similar premise and some of the events will mimic those of that story. So if you recognize it and could let me know the title and author that would be great so I can give that person credit. I believe it was on the site Literotica.
Anyway, thanks for reading my little spiel and hope you enjoy!
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Jason woke up groggy, blinking awake slowly. He was aware enough to recognize that he seemed to be in a basement of some sort, with bare concrete floors and similar walls. Except one wall which he noticed was filled with equipment he couldn’t quite make out yet. As he blinked a few more times he recognized cuffs, what looked like a metal belt of some kind, and various other devices he couldn’t fathom the purpose of, as well as a tall dresser. To finish the increasingly concerning furnishings of the place was a pair of hand and leg cuffs fastened to the wall.
As he finally gathered his bearings fully he realized he was sat down in a metal chair, his arms fastened to the arms of the chair by metal cuffs and his legs similarly confined by cuffs forcing him to sit spread eagle, each ankle attached to one of the front legs of the chair. He desperately tried to remember what had gotten him into such a situation. The last thing he could remember was being at a bar, chatting up a hot woman with long, dark, wavy hair. He had been feeling especially confident that night in his dark blue Henley and light wash jeans, giving him the confidence to flirt shamelessly with the woman. Then as a violent urge hit him he remembered something else. He had drank quite a bit before talking to the woman, and the absolute last thing he could remember was excusing himself to the bathroom.
It was as if the memory had triggered his bladder. Immediately he was hit with a strong wave of desperation and groaned with the force of it. He instinctively tried to move his hands to grab hold of his member or bring his legs together but the restraints held strong and he could barely move his limbs an inch. He threw his head back breathing roughly and shutting his eyes tight as he fought off the sudden urge to piss. Just as he was able to gather his control, a female voice rang out. “Oh good, you’re awake,” she hummed. Jason’s eyes shot open as the woman from the bar came into view. She was still clad in the jeans and band tee shirt she had been wearing at the bar, giving her an innocuous appearance, but her words were enough to make Jason realize she was responsible for his current predicament.
”What’s going on? Who are you?” he asked nervously, anxiety creeping into his voice. “You can call me Sarah,” she smiled, reinforcing her innocent appearance, “and I just wanted to bring you around to have a little fun.” “Look I don’t know what your plan is but can you please just release me for a second? I have to go to the bathroom really badly. I swear I won’t try to run, just please let me have some relief!” Jason begged. “Ah but that’s the fun part you see. I know the outfit may be deceiving right now but don’t you worry. I’ll be going to change soon, just wanted to check on you first. Then we can get started. Don’t try anything funny either, I have security cameras covering every inch of this place,” she explained before leaving out of a heavy metal door once more.
Jason gulped nervously. He was well and truly trapped with no means of escape, an overfilled bladder, and a beautiful yet domineering woman apparently calling all the shots. When Sarah returned, she had indeed changed into something far more indicative of her seemingly dominatrix nature. She wore black leather pants that accentuated her curves, a matching black corset that amplified her cleavage, and finished the look with a pair of red high heels. Jason couldn’t help the small trill of arousal that tingled down his spine and into his groin at the sight of her, but the feeling was overridden by the desperation that was causing his legs to tremble and his dick to throb. He wanted so badly to grab hold of himself and his hands’ jerky movements within the cuffs were evidence of that. “Aww do you want to hold yourself?” Sarah teased in a lilting voice, slowly approaching Jason. He nodded frantically gritting his teeth, thinking that the admission would make her free his hands. Instead she walked over, leaned down, and used one hand to clamp down onto his dick. He gasped out both at the relief the action provided and the arousal it immediately sent racing through him.
”I think I’m feeling generous. Do you want me to let you go to the bathroom?” Sarah asked. “Yes, please!” Jason gasped. “Ok then I have one simple request,” she announced before leaning down to whisper in his ear, “no matter what, don’t cum until I tell you to.” “Wait what?” Before Jason could properly question what she meant, she had begun stroking his penis through his jeans. He groaned as he quickly grew hard and his dick strained against his jeans. With her other hand Sarah popped open the button on his jeans and unzipped the fly before letting go of his now rock hard dick and then reaching into his boxers to pull it free and into the open air. As the cold air hit his fully erect cock, Jason couldn’t help but moan. His desperation hadn’t faded but as precum beaded at the tip of his penis, he knew his body would not physically allow him to relieve himself.
Sarah smirked at his reaction before beginning to stroke him slowly, even going so far as to use his precum as lubricant for her actions. It wasn’t long before Jason’s squirming had less to do with his need to pee and more with his persistent arousal. Sarah sped up her motions and, even though he knew he needed to stop himself from cumming before she permitted him to, his dick was over sensitive from holding back all his pent up urine and it wasn’t longing before he was raising his hips to fuck into her hand as she jacked him off. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” he cried out after several more moments of this. “You better not,” Sarah warned him, all while angling his dick more towards him as he was oblivious with pleasure. “Oh I can’t stop it, oh god!” he cried out again, before thick ropes of his cum came shooting out of his dick, splattering onto his shirt and chest. He panted heavily as his dick softened and Sarah made a noise of disappointment. He gasped as he felt his urine, finally allowed to pass through his urethra again, surge down his penis, right as Sarah tucked him back into his boxers and jeans. He was helpless to stop the oncoming flood as urine jetted into his boxers and jeans. The wet spot quickly grew, soaking his crotch before pooling in the chair beneath him. From there it cascaded down both the legs of his jeans and the legs of the chair before splattering onto the concrete below. When he finally finished Sarah looked him up and down in his disheveled state, covered in both his own cum and urine. “Oh I’m going to have fun with you,” she declared with a smirk before beginning to walk away. “Wait! Can’t you let me clean myself up?” Jason shouted after her. Sarah who had already reached and opened the door, paused just long enough to cheekily say “Nope,” before stepping through the doorway and slamming the door closed behind her.
Jason sat stunned as his jeans slowly began to cool and the ejaculate on his shirt and chest began to dry. Sat in his own fluids and still restrained, he could do nothing but wait for Sarah’s return and worry about what was in store for him in the coming days.
Edited June 5, 2018 by Alltheomorashi
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Part 2!
Sarah had left Jason to sit in his own cum and urine for the rest of the evening, before eventually returning to clean him. Dressed in a similar outfit to the day before, but with a leather skirt instead of pants, she came into the room humming. “How’d you sleep last night?” she asked with a lilt in her voice. “How do you think?” Jason grumbled, thoroughly uncomfortable from sitting in sopping wet jeans with the dried up flakes of his ejaculate all over him. “Well then I guess it’s time for me to clean you up,” Sarah sighed. Jason expected to be released but instead she went and procured a hose and a large pair of scissors. “W...what are you doing?” Jason asked nervously. “Cleaning you up.” Sarah responded with a smirk. She came over and began cutting Jason out of his clothes. She first removed his shirt, then his sopping wet jeans, and finally his boxers, leaving him entirely nude in the metal chair. She then turned on the hose and began to hose Jason down. “Hey!” He gasped. The hosing down wasn’t just horrible for Jason because of the brashness and humiliation of the action, but because part of waking up in the morning means needing a morning pee. The sound of the gushing water, the pressurized stream forcefully hitting his bladder, the feeling of that same stream cascading over him and down his legs, and the inability to hold himself, all spelled disaster. As Sarah decided she had power washed him enough and turned off the hose, she was met with the sight of Jason slouched over in the chair and moaning as he released all the urine he’d built up over the night. Jason could hardly believe how far he’d fallen. Gone was the confident man from the other night at the bar. In his place was a man who had pissed all over his clothes after shamelessly ejaculating on himself, and solidified his shame by pissing himself again, this time fully nude. All in front of a gorgeous bombshell of a woman.
“Wow, seems you have even less control of yourself than I thought. Hm, I think we should play a special little game today,” Sarah decided. She walked over to the dresser Jason had noticed when he first woke up and rummaged through some of the drawers before making a triumphant noise as she apparently found what she was looking for. When she turned around holding her finds, Jason initially was relieved when he spotted a pair of gray jeans. His heart immediately sank when he saw what she held in her other hand. Low and behold she held a diaper covered in cartoon rocketships, presumably one of those wetness indicators where the design would fade as the diaper neared capacity. She hadn’t even decided on an adult diaper, or even a pull up, but rather the tape on diapers typically reserved for those babies who have yet to be potty trained. “Don’t bother resisting” she grinned as she approached him. “I’m going to let you go now, but if you try to run I’m going to take back the jeans. You got me?” she further threatened. Jason nodded his head. As loathe as he was to wear the diaper, he wanted to save at least some of his dignity by covering them with the jeans. Plus, that was better than sitting naked in a puddle of his own piss. Sarah released him from his shackles and commanded him to stand with his legs spread eagle. Jason complied and as soon as he had, Sarah reached over and taped the diaper onto him, patting his diapered butt demeaningly. She then passed him the jeans, which he quickly put on. “Let me grab you a shirt,” she tells him. She turned to grab him one and, unbeknownst to him, grabbed a device off her rack of toys at the same time. She tossed the shirt at him and while he fumbled to catch it, he suddenly felt a weight on his waist and heard a metallic clicking noise. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed, looking down to see the source of the extra weight and finding a metal belt looped around him with a lock in front. “Don’t worry the shirt will obscure it from view. I figured we could run a few errands, perhaps go to the park, stuff like that. Maybe if I’m feeling generous I’ll even unlock your pants,” she giggled. “I better go change and then I’ll come get you and we can head out. There’s a liter bottle of water waiting for you on top of the dresser. There will be consequences if you don’t finish it before I come back,” she warned before leaving.
Jason didn’t want to risk whatever the supposed consequences would be, so when Sarah returned in a bright yellow sundress and white sandals, Jason was waiting obediently for her with the empty water bottle placed back where he had found it. Sarah expressed her approval before approaching him with a blindfold. “Sorry, can’t have you figuring out where exactly we are,” she explained before covering his eyes with it and leading him up the stairs and into her car. They drove for about 30 minutes before Sarah pulled into the parking lot of a superstore and removed Jason’s blindfold. He didn’t recognize the town and the store was generic enough to give him no clues so he resigned himself to not being able to ascertain where he was being held captive. Sarah warned him to be good before leading him into the store and beginning to slowly do her grocery shopping. As time passed Jason began to feel his bladder fill with the water he’d consumed back in the basement. The diaper wrapped around him felt like a constant reminder of his lack of control last night and the lock on his jeans made him incredibly nervous. It wasn’t long before he began bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. While they were checking out Sarah bought him an iced tea, knowing tea tended to have a diuretic effect, and as soon as they were out of earshot of the cashier she commanded Jason to drink it. He obliged despite already feeling quite full as he helped Sarah deposit all the bags in the back of her car.
As they climbed back into the car, Jason had to cross his leg bouncing slightly. “Don’t tell me you already have to go, we’ve only just started!” Sarah teased. Jason grumbled out an angry response but Sarah ignored him, too pleased at the sight of his bouncing legs. Jason wondered where exactly Sarah was planning on going when they pulled into a parking lot with a bunch of crafts stores and places like Target and Walmart. What could she possibly need? Jason’s face went pale when he realized she wasn’t going to park and enter one of the stores but was instead heading towards the car wash he had only just noticed. As they pulled up, they were soon greeted by an employee who would drive the car through the wash for them. Sarah handed him the keys and dragged Jason into the little store to pay for the wash. The place was crowded. There were several people all waiting to retrieve their cars, meaning it would probably be awhile before Jason and Sarah’s was ready. Furthermore, the walls of the little store were hardly thick enough to subdue all the sounds of rushing and spraying water, driving poor Jason insane. He groaned as he pressed his thighs together. Sarah only gave him a knowing look before flouncing off to the cashier. Left to his own devices, Jason tried to move as far away from the large window that displayed the source of all those watery sounds, although it did little to help. He felt a short leak slip out of his urethra and into the diaper and gasped, his hand immediately shooting down to his crotch to hopefully prevent anymore leaks as he started full on pee dancing at the back of the store. Holding his diapered crotch was not nearly as effective as when he was wearing jeans and boxers and could grab his dick directly, and for what must have been the millionth time that day he cursed everything that had led him to this point.
Suddenly, a boy of around 10 years old, who was apparently there with his older brother, stopped and stared at Jason. He tugged on his brother’s sleeve and then pointed at Jason before announcing “I thought you said only babies have to hold like that! How come that man is doing it?” Jason’s face flushed bright red as the brother and several other patrons turned to look at who the little boy was pointing at. “Well clearly that ‘man’ is actually a baby,” the brother snarked, smirking at Jason and clearly holding back laughter. The others who had turned to look all either looked like they were disgusted with his behavior or barely holding back their own laughter. Feeling somewhat emasculated, Jason cleared his throat, let go of his crotch, despite everything telling him not to, and straightened up. He stopped dancing but kept his thighs pressed as tightly together as the diaper allowed him. He wanted so badly to resume his prior position but even once everyone had stopped staring, several of the people who’d seen him dancing around kept throwing curious glances his way, only to quickly avert their gaze whenever he caught them.
Jason knew the battle was ending. Another hard spurt forced its way out of him and into the diaper. He didn’t grab hold of himself again but the way he kept squirming and crossing his legs was almost as indicative of his desperation as him blatantly holding himself and dancing around. Sarah watched from a distance with a satisfied grin. She knew that all the noises from the car wash would drive him wild but between his franticness and the little boy calling out his childish behavior, the whole thing was going down even better than she had imagined. Having not seen the little boy since he had first called Jason out, Jason had assumed the boy and his brother had left. Of course, his luck was not that good and he soon noticed the boy and his brother sidle up next to him. “How are you holding up there?” the brother asked sarcastically. “Please leave me be?” Jason pleaded through gritted teeth. “Wow you really have to go don’t you? Unfortunately for you, you’re much more interesting to watch than all that water in the car wash. Squirting out so forcefully. Splattering against the cars,” the brother grinned. Jason cursed under his breath and had no choice but to grip his crotch again to prevent the flood from releasing. Some of the patrons began to whisper as they let their curious glances inch closer towards openly staring at the desperate man. “Better not piss yourself, those jeans are really light,” the brother continued to jeer. It was only a matter of moments longer when Jason moaned and the tell tale hiss of a wetting began to ring out. The older brother grinned and looked down to Jason’s crotch, expecting to see a growing wet patch. When there was nothing there, he quickly became confused, until he and Jason realized simultaneously that the hissing sound was being accompanied by the sound of liquid splattering against something. A noise that definitely wouldn’t accompany piss splashing into boxers. “Oh my god don’t tell me,” the brother said with glee, as he met Jason’s embarrassed and pleading glance. “Are you wearing a diaper?” the brother asked louder than was necessary. Several of the patrons who had started staring before his accident began to whisper amongst themselves, some even snickering, as Jason continued to soak his diaper. “Wow you really are a baby,” the little boy chirped as his brother began dying of laughter while Jason could do nothing but sit there and piss himself in a diaper with a crowd of knowing on lookers. It did not help that the diaper had expanded considerably as it struggled to absorb all of his flood, causing a bulge around his crotch and ass where the diaper was. As soon as his stream finished, he raced outside, uncaring that the car wasn’t done being washed. When he exited the little shop red faced with a diaper bulge, he found a smirking Sarah leaning against her newly washed car. “W...why didn’t you come get me when the car was done?” he asked incredulously. “And miss your little show in there? Not likely,” she laughed. “C...can I at least get changed?” he asked, unable to look Sarah in the eye as he did so. “Hmm. No. I’m not feeling generous.” “B..,but it’s full!” Jason said. As embarrassing as it was to admit, even he couldn’t deny that the diaper wouldn’t have swollen as much as it had if it were capable of holding more liquid. “Think of it as extra motivation to not wet yourself again. Especially since I’m going to have to punish you when we get back if you get those jeans wet. Oh and I bought you this soda, drink up!” Sarah grinned. Jason did as he was told but could already feel his bladder refilling from the tea he had earlier and this was only making it worse.
He dreaded the drive back, unsure he would last the whole 30 minute ride. His anxiety spiked even higher when he realized Sarah wasn’t turning onto the highway to head home but rather the parking lot of a public park that was crawling with people out trying to enjoy the weather. He gaped at the scene ahead of him. No way he would last long enough to stay here and make it back dry. “I told you we were going to the park,” Sarah smirked before climbing out of the car and heading into the park. Jason followed but then he spied the public restrooms and an idea formed in his head.
Having forgotten about the belt latching his pants in place, he raced to the restroom while Sarah’s back was still turned. He raced to the men’s room and rushed to the urinal. It was then he remembered the belt blocking his access to the button of his jeans. “It’s fine! I can just pull down the zipper and” Jason trailed off as he got his zipper down only to come into contact with the saggy diaper. He had practically forgotten. There was no way he could get to his dick to pull it out without removing the diaper, which he couldn’t very well do with his jeans locked in place. He heard the door swing open and the sound of a few other guys coming in so he rushed into a stall to try and see if he could somehow remove his jeans despite the metal belt. Being so close to a toilet made his desperation grow tenfold and he couldn’t help but dance around chanting a quiet mantra of “come on, come on, come on!” as he tried to get his jeans off. Soon he felt himself spurting into the already saturated diaper. “No, no, no, please no!” he whispered before he felt himself completely lose the battle.
He ended up plopping onto the toilet and burying his face in his hands as he pissed into the diaper for the second time. His eyes widened momentarily before he resumed lamenting his dignity when he realized the diaper was leaking and piss was rushing down the legs of his gray jeans. When his flow finally stopped and he stepped out of the stall, leaving a puddle behind, he froze when he found himself face to face with two other men. They looked at Jason, then his jeans, and then the puddle in the stall he just exited. “Seriously dude? In the fucking stall? You were right there,” one of them said, shaking his head. “Holy shit look at the piss stain!” the other man pointed out, noting that while all down his legs the jeans had gone black, there was a conspicuous lack of a stain around his crotch. “Holy shit, are you in a fucking diaper? That’s priceless,” the first man laughed.
At that moment, a seething Sarah stormed into the bathroom. “I see you boys found my big baby,” she said, giving Jason a once over. “And I see you couldn’t keep your pants dry,” she added. Jason suddenly notices she’s holding a new diaper. “Would you gentlemen care to watch me change this big baby?” she asked condescendingly. The two men looked at each other before shrugging and leaning against the sink, curious as to what exactly that would entail. Shortly afterward, another woman came in. She was a gorgeous red headed woman with perfect freckles and an incredible ass. In other circumstances Jason would have flirted with her without hesitation, instead he could only blush even more than he already was, as the smoking hot woman became another witness to his shame. “Oh you found him,” she said addressing Sarah despite her eyes never leaving the obvious stain on Jason’s jeans. He shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny only to become further mortified when she blinked herself out of her trance and then walked over to take a seat on the sink next to the two men from before. “What the hell?” Jason asked. “Oh her? She’s thinking of doing something similar with her husband so I told her if she helped me find you she could watch for tips. Now shut up and stand still,” Sarah told him. Jason snapped his mouth shut with a gulp and tried not to look at the audience he had somehow wound up with. Sarah produced what must be the key to the belt, approached and unlocked it. When Jason reached to take off his own jeans, Sarah batted his hand away before growling out a warning. Cowed and feeling thoroughly emasculated by the snickers of the other men, Jason obeyed as Sarah opened and unzipped his jeans before pulling them down. She told him to step out and spread his legs. Once he complied, the other men, already satisfied by seeing Jason standing in only his shirt and soggy diaper, decided to leave. The red headed woman did not. She continued to watch Sarah and Jason intently.
Sarah removed Jason’s diaper, exposing his penis, still dripping from his accident, to the cool air of the bathroom and their audience member. “He’s going to have to be wiped off,” Sarah noted. “Would you like to do it?” she asked the red headed woman. “Me? Erm, sure!” the woman responded. She stopped into a stall to grab plenty of toilet paper before approaching Jason. She seemed nervous at first but then gathered her confidence as she wiped off Jason’s ass first and then his thighs. She hesitated for only a moment before she started to wipe off Jason’s penis. Jason had to bite back a moan, not wanting to give Sarah the satisfaction of seeing him aroused after wetting himself again. But he couldn’t help his body’s reaction and it didn’t take long for the woman’s ministrations to get him achingly hard.
”Oh,” the woman gasped, staring at Jason who moaned at the loss when she jerked her hand away. “It’s ok, you can stroke him,” Sarah encouraged her. With Sarah’s permission granted, the woman turned back to Jason and began to do just that. Jason could only moan, both completely humiliated and completely turned on. He had to grip the doorway of the stall behind him to maintain his balance as he began to fuck into the woman’s hand. He was so close to orgasm, just about to tip over into ecstasy when Sarah suddenly called “Stop!” The woman immediately obeyed and spun around to look at Sarah. “Thanks sweetheart but that’s enough. Go back and find your husband he must be wondering where you are,” Sarah told her sweetly. The woman nodded, took one last look at the panting, disheveled Jason before leaving the stall. “P...please,” Jason begged, his hips making small thrusts searching for friction that was no longer there. “Oh don’t worry I’ll let you come,” Sarah assured him, before securing a new diaper on him. “I thought you said” Jason started but the words died in his throat as Sarah reached a hand into the diaper and began jacking him off quick and dirty. “Fuck, Sarah!” Jason called out as he rapidly raced back towards his climax. “Go ahead. Let go you big baby,” Sarah told him, and let go he did. He came so hard into the diaper he practically saw stars and his legs went a little shaky. He panted hard as he slowly came down and Sarah removed her hand from his diaper, wiped her hands off on his discarded jeans, and then promptly threw said jeans into the garbage. That was enough to snap Jason out of his trance. “Wait why did you do that?” he cried out. Sarah turned sharply to face him. “Why did I do that? Not only did you soil your jeans, even though I explicitly told you not to, but you also raced off to try and cheat! Your actions have consequences so you’re going to walk back to the car with me with your cum filled diaper on display and when we get back to my place I’m going to administer the rest of your punishment. Got it!” Sarah fumed. “Y...yes, I’m sorry. Please don’t punish me!” Jason begged. “Too late. Now come on!” Sarah bit out.
Jason could do nothing but follow, his now sticky diaper exposed to all the people visiting the park. He felt every stare and heard every whisper and laugh at his expense, but all of that seemed almost tangential as his anxiety over what was in store for him when he and Sarah returned to the house mounted.
Edited June 6, 2018 by Alltheomorashi
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Hey guys! Here’s part 3! I’m not super happy with the beginning because my computer reset on me and I lost the entirety of my work and had to start again, so it may feel a bit rushed. Sorry about that, I promise it gets better as you get further down to material I had not written before the restart. Hopefully the installment after this one will be even better!
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After an incredibly tense car ride, Sarah escorted a blindfolded and shaking Jason down to the basement. “W...what are you going to do to me?” Jason asked. “You’ll see,” Sarah said as she led him to the cuffs hanging on the wall. The minute Jason felt the cold metal of the cuffs on his ankles he began to panic and just as his courage failed him so too did his bladder, and by the time Sarah was fastening his hands above his head a hissing sound could be heard as he wet himself with fear, turning his sticky diaper yellow and sodden. Sarah clicked her tongue in disapproval. “I won’t hurt you silly. No need to be so afraid,” she snorted. She removed the blindfold and Jason blinked multiple times as his eyes readjusted to the light. “That diaper looks like it’s really uncomfortable Jason,” Sarah teased. “It is,” Jason confirmed abashedly.
”Do you want me to change you?”
”Yes please.”
”Well I will on one condition.”
”You name it! Please Sarah I’ll do anything!”
”Cum in your diaper.”
”What?”
”Did I stutter? Cum. In. Your. Diaper.”
Sarah went up and released one of Jason’s hands before giving him an expectant look. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, on the verge of objecting, but in the end decided to keep his mouth shut for fear of further punishment. “What, does jacking off in your pissed in diaper embarrass you Jason?” Sarah taunted. When Jason nodded his head she scoffed. “Well having to go looking for you just to find you in wet pants and a wet diaper was pretty embarrassing to me. So if you want out of that diaper, do as I say. Otherwise I will gladly leave you in it all night,”. Jason whimpered at the thought before obediently bringing his hand down to grasp his dick within the diaper. He expected to struggle to get aroused, but found it only took a few strokes for him to become achingly hard. Sarah’s hungry gaze made him nervous, so he shut his eyes and tried to lose himself in fantasy to expedite the process. He thought of the last porn he’d watched, pretending the Star was hungrily sucking down his dick. He was beginning to worry when the image did very little to aid him in reaching orgasm when suddenly the face changed and it was suddenly Sarah greedily taking him into her mouth in the leather dominatrix outfit she’d been wearing when she woke him up that morning. He cried out as his orgasm began to build, stroking himself harder and faster. Fantasy Sarah popped off the head of his dick, pulled black panties down from beneath her leather skirt, and then proceeded to slowly sit down on Jason’s dick. She moved at an almost agonizingly slow place as Jason practically begged her to hurry up so he could be enveloped in the tight heat of her pussy. He didn’t last long after that. In reality, chained to the wall Jason began to hump into his first eagerly as Sarah rode him hard in his fantasy. A few more thrusts later Jason was cumming hard into the diaper.
As his eyes fluttered open and he met Sarah’s gaze he blushed a vibrant red. The prospect of touching himself in front of her while suspended to the wall and wearing a diaper had been bad enough, but knowing she had been the star of his fantasy only made his embarassment that much worse. “Good boy,” Sarah praised, removing the diaper as promised, before commanding “now drink this.” She passed him several bottles of water and before long 8 empty bottles of water lay discarded on the floor. Sarah then recuffed the hand she had freed earlier. “If you last for an hour I’ll release one of your hands to help you hold. At 2 hours I’ll give you a bucket to piss in so I hope your aim is good. Your time starts now,” Sarah told him, before grabbing herself a seat to watch the show.
It took about twenty minutes for Jason to start feeling all of the water he consumed. By forty minutes in he’d started squirming against the wall. When he looked down he was confronted with the sight of his belly distended from where his bladder had expanded to accommodate all of the liquid pent up inside him. “Oh god please let me go!” Jason begged. “No. You can hold longer than this, come on,” Sarah goaded. Jason’s increasingly labored breathing seemed to disagree but he shut his eyes tight and grit his teeth in an attempt to keep back the flood. A brief spurt escaped from his urethra and splattered to the floor. Sarah could only smirk and check the clock. “Only 5 minutes before I get to release one of your hands. Surely you can last that long,” Sarah teased. Jason released another spurt that splattered to the ground but shortly after Sarah approached him. She carefully stepped around the piss he’d already gotten on the floor before reaching up to release one of his hands. His hand immediately shot to his dick, squeezing it and applying much needed pressure to his pee hole. He sighed in relief as the additional pressure greatly took the edge off his need. He managed to stop squirming for the time being, although his bladder still felt like a lead weight sitting atop his groin.
With a half hour left before he could experience relief, Jason had reached the same point of desperation as before he was permitted to hold himself. His grip on his penis was tight to the point of being almost painful but he refused to give up. “I won’t lie Jason, I’m impressed. I doubted that you would last this long,” Sarah told him, giving him an appraising look. Jason couldn’t even process what Sarah was saying, too preoccupied with his bursting bladder that seemed fit to pop. A somewhat longer spurt squeezed its way past Jason’s grip and hit the concrete but he simply readjusted his hold and solidered on. Sarah grew more and more impressed as time wore on. Sure Jason was doing the closest approximation to a pee dance as he could given his constraints, but with only ten minutes left it was beginning to appear as if he would last the full two hours. “Please oh please oh please let time move faster. Fuck! I have to go so bad. It hurts,” Jason groaned, twisting and turning as much as his chains and cuffs allowed. “Congratulations Jason,” Sarah suddenly smirked before placing a bucket not far from Jason’s feet. A long leak forced its way out of Jason’s exhausted pee hole upon seeing salvation, but once he had recovered, Jason used his trembling hand to attempt to aim before shifting his grip to no longer block his urethra.
Immediately piss came shooting out of him like a water hose. A lot of the first gushes hit the concrete floor with a loud splash but a quick adjustment allowed Jason to start filling the bucket, first with the satisfying pang of fast moving liquid striking metal and then that of it splashing into other liquid. Jason was panting by the time his stream finished, bladder muscles thoroughly exhausted. Sarah stood to examine the bucket, before moving it to a drain further away and dumping it. “I must say you did well Jason. Maybe there’s hope for you after all,” Sarah smiled before turning and walking away. Jason kept waiting for her to turn back and free him but it never happened. “Sleep tight Jason,” she called as she exited the room and flicked off the brighter lights, leaving Jason in much dimmer lighting.
Despite his uncomfortable position, the events of the day had worn Jason out to the point of complete exhaustion and only a few minutes after Sarah had left he drifted to sleep. Just a few hours later he was woken up by a desperate need to pee. His hand flew to his dick in order to stop the oncoming flood. Jason looked to where the bucket he had relieved himself in earlier once was, only to curse when he realized that Sarah had moved it somewhere he couldn’t use. His next leak could barely squeeze past his fingers and thus trailed down between his palm and penis. If his hand subconsciously slid down once before returning to its previous position, well no one had to know. Despite having successfully held so much liquid for 2 hours not that long ago, the hold had left his bladder muscles so weak that he doubted he’d ever been this desperate in his life. It felt as if a weight were sitting in his abdomen, putting an unbearable pressure on his groin and begging to be dropped. He began to call out “Sarah! Sarah come back! Please I’m desperate to go again, Sarah!” But his pleas went unanswered as Sarah slept soundly two stories above him.
Jason struggled for as long as he could but soon the flow began gushing out of him like Niagara Falls. Jason groaned, one hand still holding his penis, as he created a large puddle beneath him. The sound of his explosion seemed to echo around the quiet basement, making an almost amplifying effect and drowning out the sound of his sigh of relief. Never before had Jason felt so incredibly full while his muscles felt so incredibly weak and the experience of relieving himself after all of it was orgasmic. So much so that without hesitation, the minute Jason’s stream stopped he began to quickly jerk himself off. With no eyes on him, he held nothing back. His hand moved as quickly as he could physically make it, he moaned loudly and without abandon, and as his eyes drifted shut, all he could see behind his eye lids was a replay of the wetting he had just experienced except with Sarah there to witness it while a similarly Golden stream began to drip down her thighs. Soon afterwards Jason came harder than he ever had in his life. Thick ropes of cum arched into the air, landing on his chest, his cheek, and a little had even made its way into his hair. The force of his climax ripping through him had turned his legs and arms to jelly, and he slumped down in his restraints as he caught his breath before promptly falling back into a deep sleep.
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Thanks for reading! And keep an eye out for next chapter where Sarah may very well get a taste of her own medicine.
Edited June 8, 2018 by Alltheomorashi
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Part 3!
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Sarah, woke up from her deep sleep in a lavish room with a large, comfortable bed and ornate decoration. She stretched before making her way to the next room over where she went to pick out her outfit for the day. This room was threadbare. Although the decoration was similarly opulent, there was no bed and the drawers looked as if they’d only recently been stocked. I’m any case, Sarah walked into the room, peeling off her pink pajamas to trade them out for a pair of pink panties and a black bra before walking over to the closet. There too, it looked as if the clothes had just been placed inside. She put on a pair of gray spandex shorts that hugged her figure nicely and black leather crop top as a shirt. She paired it with black heels before going to the mirror to fix up her hair.
As she descended the stairs to the basement she was already brainstorming up new ways to torture Jason’s bladder. By the time she opened the door and shut it behind her she was in good enough spirits to not have heard the faint rumbling of an engine pulling into the drive. She flicked on the lights and her eyes went with shock until she had processed the sight in front of her. Jason was stood, still cuffed to the wall save for one hand, naked, with his thighs covered in his own piss and his upper body from the chest up covered in the evidence of his climax. It was just like that first night Sarah had tied him up, but made all the better because this time Jason had gotten off by his own volition.
Jason gulped at the sight of Sarah stood before him. He knew he was a mess. He had woken early with a bad case of morning wood and unabashedly fixed the problem by stroking himself to completion. This had only added to the mess he’d made in the middle of the night. Sarah looked delighted and opened her mouth to unleash more of her snarky wit, Jason was sure, but before any words could be uttered, a male voice Jason hadn’t heard before suddenly rang out “well what do we have here?” Sarah’s eyes went round as dinner plates as she spun to face the man who’d just entered the room. The man was easily a few inches taller than Jason, had a clean shaven face and chiseled jaw, and between his facial features and the suit he was wearing, he exuded the aura of a confident business man quite unfamiliar with the feeling of not getting what he wanted when he wanted it. The man slammed the door closed behind him and began to approach Sarah. “George! I erm was not expecting you back so soon!” Sarah said nervously, slowly backing away from the approaching man. “I can see that. I don’t think that outfit meets the guidelines of your approved wardrobe,” George growled. Jason watched on in interest at the sudden appearance of a submissive side to Sarah, waiting to see how this would play out and hoping to receive more answers in the process.
Sarah seemed to be trembling as her back hit the wall. “Care to explain yourself?” the intimidating man demanded as he looked over her. Sarah only stuttered until, to Jason’s elation and surprise, a small dark patch began to grow on the crotch of Sarah’s shorts. The spot grew steadily and soon golden streams were making their way down a frightened Sarah’s legs. “This is precisely why you have an approved wardrobe,” George said dismissively. Jason’s dick had twitched eagerly at the sight of Sarah losing control the same way she had made him do so and couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as the tables turned. “What the hell are you smiling about? Clearly you’re as bad as she is, look at you,” George scolded him. Jason’s smile instantly dropped off his face. He had assumed that George would be his savior but he was beginning to think if anything he was in even more trouble.
Suddenly a lightbulb seemed to go off in George’s head. He took Sarah by the arm and pulled her towards the center of the room but only a few feet away from Jason. “Since you clearly are enjoying yourself Jason,” he sneered mockingly, “then for every half hour you hold Sarah has to remove an article of clothing,”. “What if I’m still holding by the time she’s naked?” Jason asked. “I highly doubt we’ll need to worry about that. Now clean yourself up.” George says, eyeing Jason’s disheveled State and then passing him a wet towel. Jason obliged and George released him from the cuffs on the wall, then tossed him a pair of boxer briefs, jeans, and a simple tee shirt.
After being given 3 bottles of water, George alerted Jason that his time had started. With full mobility Jason skated his way through the first thirty minutes by simply pressing his thighs together. He wasn’t sure if the thrill that came from watching Sarah remove her shirt, exposing her ample chest and bra to him came from arousal or satisfaction that she’d become just as much of a victim as him. At an hour in Jason started to really feel the weight of his bladder. He had to hold himself if he wanted to stop himself from squirming as he tried to breath through the pain. He felt the warm liquid inside his bladder churning around as the third bottle of water really hit his bladder, filling up the tank completely. Jason was tempted to give up but one look at Sarah’s face as she blushed red and removed her shorts gave him the motivation to continue. Sarah’s pink panties has a large wet spot that extended halfway up the panties both in front and back. Even better, they were still dripping the slightest bit. Jason felt his dick twitch but he told himself now wasn’t the time and focused on holding in the flood instead. At one and a half hours, Jason was squirming with a hard grip on his throbbing penis. Sarah was growing worried now, she knew George well and thus knew her punishment wouldn’t end with this stripping game. Desperation was surely in store for her too and at this point it was only a matter of what she would be permitted to wear as her bladder was tested. So yes, Sarah was apprehensive and her hands shook the slightest as she reached up behind her back and unfastened her bra, removing it so her boobs were now completely on display. She went to cover them with her arms but a strict word from George informed her no such covering of her modesty would be allowed. Her hands were to remain at her sides and her legs to stay shoulder with apart.
Jason stared openly at Sarah’s chest, the momentary distraction causing him to leak into his underwear for a short second. He immediately refocused and got himself under control. “Come on just last thirty more minutes and you will get to see her naked,” he told himself. He felt he was nearing bursting point but forced his body to obey him, “. When he made it to 2 hours he was ecstatic and watched eagerly as a mortified Sarah was forced to shed her panties and thus completely reveal herself to his hungry gaze. Jason could not believe his eyes. Sarah was completely clean shaven, giving him an unobstructed view of her still dripping pussy as she clenched and unclenched her firsts at her sides in order to resist the temptation of covering herself with her hands. Jason couldn’t help how hard he got at the sight and his dick noticeably strained against his jeans. “I didn’t think you would make it this far Jason. Especially with the state I saw you in earlier. Make it another half hour and I’ll let you touch her,” George congratulated him. Just the thought of that scenario drove him wild and as Jason danced around, dick firmly in hand, he couldn’t help but close his eyes and imagine himself burying his fingers in her vagina and finger fucking her until her climax. He began to rub himself over his jeans, using it as a tool to help him hold. He knew he would release the pent up urine that begged to be released as soon as he reached completion but as long as that happened after the 2.5 hour mark he could not care less. The next thirty minutes were a combination of completed agony and staggering arousal as Jason held back the torrent angrily fighting to get past his bladder muscles. Every time he felt his arousal starting to wane due to the severity of his desperation, he reimagined his potential reward and once again he began to edge toward climax. Immediately after George called out that 2.5 hours had passed, Jason realized his fantasy would soon come true and his eyelids shot open. The minute he laid eyes on Sarah’s horrified face and nude form he came hard into his jeans. He panted out his relief simply letting his bloated bladder deflate and release itself, piss pouring down his legs before grinning up at Sarah.
George smirked in amusement at first Jason and then Sarah. “Get in the chair Sarah,” he commanded and Sarah, with no choice but to comply, made her way over to the metal chair she had once tortured Jason in, sat down, and nearly cried as she watched George fasten her hands to the arms of the chair and spread her legs so as to fasten her ankles to the legs of the chairs. Jason’s eyes kept flicking back and forth between her blushing and chagrined face, her ample breasts, and her pussy. “Can I get a change of clothes now?” Jason asked George, who laughed in response. “Did I say you earned the right to be changed? Maybe if you had held longer you could have earned it. This may be a reward for you, but I am mostly letting you do this in order to use you for Sarah’s punishment. I own you now Jason. You will change when I allow you to,” George told him. Jason gulped, the gravity in George’s voice emphasized how much he meant the words. Jason closed his mouth and resolved to endure his sticky and wet underwear. The last thing he wanted was to end up like Sarah.
Slightly more humbled, Jason approached the chair as Sarah whimpered slightly. George took in her appearance hungrily as he pressed a large Nalgene bottle of iced tea to her lips. Having known her and tortured her for much longer than she had Jason, he knew exactly what ran through her and into her bladder faster. Sarah understood the implicit command and began to chug down the tea. As the last bit entered her mouth, Jason quickly rubbed her clit, timing it perfectly to catch her off guard and cause her to sputter. She shot him a glare but it had no heat when she was exposed to him so thoroughly. With her legs spread apart Jason’s had easy access to and view of her most private area and he intended on taking full advantage of this.
He started out rubbing her slowly, wanting to make sure she was quite desperate before she was anywhere near to orgasm. He could tell the moment her bladder started to fill by the grimace that appeared on her face. He began to speed up his pace and brought his other hand up to tease at her hardening nipples. Sarah was not faring well. As much as she had teased Jason about his ability to hold, the truth was that she had a small bladder. It was what had gotten her stuck under George’s control back when they first met during their last year of university. She had been his little slave ever since and while her time under him had gotten her into the fetish, hence why she had kidnapped Jason, it had not gotten her accustomed to the humiliation and George’s tests and trials never failed to have her bursting and red in the face. Having Jason become a part of that only added another layer of embarrassment on top of the ones already there. She couldn’t help but squirm as hot piss swished around her bladder and tried to ease its way into her urethra. She tried to stop because it only amplified the friction that Jason was applying to her sensitive clit but it was the only way she could try and make the mounting pressure in her abdomen subside. It felt as if the entire ocean was trapped inside her aching bladder and having to divide her attention between her mounting arousal and her agonizing desperation was making her battle even worse. She had learned long ago that begging never got her anywhere so she just went back and forth between biting her lip and whispering “Oh god, I have to pee, I have to pee, I have to pee,” over and over again to herself. Both Jason and George couldn’t help but smirk at Sarah’s little mantra and Jason decided this was the perfect moment to ramp up his ministrations. He left his thumb to stimulate Sarah’s swollen clitorous while he stuck his index and middle finger into her vagina, wasting no time before he started slowly pumping them inside her. Sarah gasped and spurted onto his hand at the new sensation and soon found herself alternating between grounding herself back into the metal chair while squirming, and grinding her crotch into Jason’s hands while her hips circled in the air. She was so incredibly desperate for a piss that she was constantly cursing under her breath and moaning out just how badly she needed to go. Her bladder was a leaden weight pressing on her pee hole as she felt urine make its way down into her urethra, begging to come out. Jason started fingering her faster, adding in his ring finger to further stimulate her and Sarah was helpless to do anything but try to rock into his hand. She spurted a hard leak, some splashing onto the chair below her and some onto Jason’s hand. Her bladder was screaming for release now as more and more urine raced down her urethra waiting for its chance to exit. She released another spurt, and then another, before her bladder finally gave in and she started pissing herself fully a torrent pouring out of her exhausted pussy and despite his hand getting soaked Jason still pumped his fingers in and out of her at a rapid pace. Before her bladder has even fully emptied itself she finds herself tipping over into climax. She cried out in ecstasy as the sensation of finally getting relief for her bladder and her orgasm combine to create one euphoric experience. When her climax has ended she falls heavily back into her chair, her butt landing into her puddle. She pants hard are the last of her urine streams out of her before trickling our and eventually stopping. She pants hard as Jason removes his fingers, no just as wet and sticky as his underwear and stares at her in awe.
George smirks at the two, his mind already racing with all the possibilities stood before him now that he has two slaves at his disposal. He looks each of his victims up and down, Jason still in the jeans he had came and pissed in not even an hour or so ago, and Sarah, fully naked in a puddle of her own fluids. “Oh yes,” he thought, “I’m going to have fun with these two.”
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Thanks for reading! Thinking of having the next part be a flashback to when Sarah and George first met. Let me know if that’s something you’d like to see, and feel free to tell me if there are any fetishes you would love to see incorporated into the series.
Edited June 9, 2018 by Alltheomorashi
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George noticed Sarah long before he actually met her. Her small bladder had always caused her trouble and while she thought she always escaped anyone discovering so, George always noticed whenever it happened in his presence. He witnessed Sarah in extreme desperation 5 times and saw her wet herself 3 times before he decided that she was indeed just the kind of girl he had been looking for.
George saw his perfect opportunity in the form of a frat party celebrating the end of finals. Sarah and all of her friends were incredibly attractive so he had no difficulty convincing his roommates to invite them over for a pregame. George used his charm to talk her up, subtly making sure her cup stayed full. Not always with alcohol of course, he didn’t want to get her sloppy drunk. He just wanted to get her bladder full. He quickly noticed it working. Being in an unfamiliar environment meant Sarah would need to ask where the bathroom was, something George of course anticipated and why he insisted the pregame be at he and his friends’ apartment instead of at Sarah’s dorm. Every time Sarah opened her mouth to ask, George would quickly cut her off, knowing she wouldn’t be bold enough to interrupt him to ask for the bathroom.
He noticed the moment her need was beginning to grow dire. Her eyes kept darting around the apartment in search for the bathroom, she had more trouble maintaining the conversation, and her legs were crossed right. George was seriously struggling to contain himself. Her little black dress had ridden up her thighs, revealing pale flesh, and George tried not to let it distract him. He was on a mission, after all. Sarah opened her mouth one last time but this time was interrupted by the announcement that it was time to leave the apartment. With a grimace she stood, now desperately wishing she hadn’t worn heels, as she, George, and their friends made their way out of the apartment and began walking towards the party.
George may have pretended to be oblivious to Sarah’s plight, but in reality he relished in it. By the time they reached the frat house and stepped inside, Sarah was trembling. “Are you ok?” he asked her, leaning down to whisper in her ear as he did so and instilling his voice with fake concern. “Just need to r...run to the bathroom,” Sarah stuttered. “Oh, I’ve been here before I think it’s this way,” George supplied, intentionally going a circuitous route through parts of the house not necessarily meant for the party goers. A small whimper from Sarah told him she had probably just leaked. He smirked to himself before replacing it with an encouraging smile and turning to Sarah. “Almost there!” he promised.
George knew Sarah must be cursing her outfit choice. Her dress was so tight that the only way she could hold herself is if she were to hike it up to her waist so her only option was to try and press her thighs together while teetering on her heels. They were right outside the bathroom door farthest from where the party was, so no other partygoers were around and the hallway was brightly lit, unlike downstairs. George turned back only to see a trembling Sarah hang her head in shame and look down. George had seen her wet herself from afar enough times to know what that meant. His eyes filled with glee and a grin stretched across his face as he watched piss start flowing down Sarah’s legs, slowly escalating until it became a full on flood. He watched as she created a puddle beneath her and by the time she finished, he pasted on a sympathetic look so when Sarah brought her head up he seemed trustworthy. Like he wouldn’t share her secret and he could be trusted to help her now. “Come on Sarah, let’s get you cleaned up in the bathroom,” he offered, reaching out a hand which she gratefully took. He led her into the bathroom, closed the door behind them, and then before Sarah could protest pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist, exposing her lower half.
George’s gaze fixated on the small black thong Sarah was wearing. “No wonder she left such a puddle, those wouldn’t absorb anything would they,” heorge thought. Sarah started to whimper so he shushed her quietly. “Hey, hey don’t worry. Why don’t you clean yourself up while I find you some new underwear. Okay?” Sarah nodded sheepishly, face flaming red. As George left the bathroom, closing the door behind him, he knew exactly where to head. One of the brothers had recently had to let his younger brother stay the night, a brother young enough to still be wetting the bed. George tipped into the appropriate room, grabbed one of the diapers still there, and then headed back to the bathroom. When he walked in, Sarah was anxiously waiting for him. “Good,” he thought, “she trusts me,”.
He screwed his face into what he hoped was an apologetic expression before passing the diaper. “This was all I could find that would fit you. I’m sorry,” he told her. “I can’t wear a diaper! Geez, I’m a senior in college,” she protested. “A senior in college who had an accident. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone and we can head straight back to my place after you change. No one has to know,”.
Sarah had a long internal debate before finally sighing and accepting the diaper. George pretended to cover his eyes as Sarah hiked her dress back up, revealing her naked ass and pussy to him before diapering herself. George noted her struggle as a small part of him thought, “she’ll get used to it soon enough,”. He made a show of ‘uncovering’ his eyes when she was redressed and told him he could then held his hand out to hers. “Let’s get out of here,” he told her. She nodded her head in relief, unaware of what would be in store for her, not just the rest of that night, but for years to come. |
Hey guys, this story was a commission by Rick Dixon, and he helped with the storyline and setting, so props to him for that! Hope you like it!
As always C and C welcome and appreciated!
And finally! Enjoy! I’ve attached a stock photo of Alison so you can all visualise her!
Alison, was full of regret, she had been working hard all day, intending to try and get off early so she could drive over to see her little brother’s play on sleeping beauty. But it had been a hot day, and her decision to skip bathroom breaks in favour of getting to the school all the earlier was really starting to prove a uncomfortable error. No matter how much her mom would have bitten her head off for being even later than she already is.
As she parked her car, Alison decided that she would really struggle to get through this play, knowing how long it is likely to drag on, and so walks as quickly as her tightly pressed legs would allow to the nearest bathroom.
As she is walking towards the toilets her bladder is pulsing, being so close to relief, but as she turns the corner she is met by the sight of a janitor slapping a cleaning in process sign on the door.
Alison stopped and squirmed trying to maintain some dignity as she asked.
“ err.. sir? Please can I go in first? I am really desperate and I need to go before the play starts!”
“Sorry miss you’ll just have to hold it for a minute” replied the janitor
Alison was about to protest that she might not have that long when the tannoy sounded, signalling the start of the play, and so with a humph she minced her way to her seat.
As soon as she sat down, Alison crossed her legs as tightly as she could, aiming to dash for the toilets as soon as she could.
However the curtains open to a bubbling pot of water, which did nothing to help Alison, who was trying to think of anything but liquids, and deciding that the janitor would be finished by now, got up to make a dash for it.
“Sit down! It’s almost the intermission, be polite Alison!” Whispered her mother, pulling her back into her seat with a painful jolt to her bladder, sending it sloshing around
“Would it be polite to have a flood in this hall?” Muttered Alison, her long dark hair fanning out in front of her pale face, as she slowly slipped a hand between her legs.
Alison glanced through her hair to the stage where her brother had just walked on, however she couldn’t hear his lines.
‘He must have stage fright!’
she thought, before wincing as the child next to her started slurping from his drink loudly, the sounds travelling straight to her strained bladder.
As she looked away from the child, her foot tapping away, and her arms crossed over her chest, she noticed the intermission sign being placed up.
This was her chance!
She slowly rose to her feet, making sure not to put any pressure on her bladder, which was bulging out over the top of her tight jeans, when she was roughly pulled back into her seat once more by her mother, her ass landing in the seat with such force that a small spurt of pee squirted out of her crotch and dampened her panties. Alison quickly placed both hands in her crotch and squeezed for all she was worth, as her mother whispered to her.
“Sit down, it starting again!”
“You can’t be serious!” Alison moaned, how could her brother do this to her?
She looked at the stage willing it to end, her brother was just about to kiss the sleeping beauty, then the curtains rolled back to reveal a running waterfall, and a random child for some reason, but Alison didn’t notice that, she was too busy bending over and shoving her hands deeper into herself in an effort not to wet herself like a child right there.
Then as if to add to her torture, the sprinklers turned on outside.
Alison had tears welling in her eyes as she felt a drop leak past her defences and trail down the inside of her thigh.
However her salvation was at hand, her brother had just kissed the girl, and now everyone was stood up and clapping as they all bowed.
Alison didn’t waste a second, she pushed past her row, not caring for the moment what she looked like, only that she made it to a toilet before she completely peed her pants.
She turned the corner and the cleaning notice was down!
“Thank god! I’m going to burst!” She cried
As the pushed the door, but she hit resistance, she pushed harder, and this time she could hear raised voices.
The door swung open to a livid looking girl.
“WHAT?!” She screamed.
“I need to use the bathroom. I..I’m going to have an accident!” Alison Stuttered.
“WAIT YOU’RE DAMN TURN!” The girl screamed before slamming the door
Alison bobbed down and wiggled her ass, trying to hold back the flood, which, being so close to relief, was pulsating against her tired muscles and getting more insistent by the minute.
But just then she heard the jangling of keys, she swivelled around to see the janitor walking to his closet.
Alison hobbled over to him and grabbed him by the shoulder, he turned around and recognition flashed in his eyes.
“Oh hi there Miss, all’s finished now!”
He Chirped
“It’s occupied, is there another.. nngh!.. toilet?!” Alison Groaned.
“Why yes! On the other side of the building!”
The janitor replied, seemingly obvious to Alison’s shaking form, with both hands buried in her crotch.
“T..thank you!”
Alison called, moving as fast as she could, hoping it wasn’t too late.
How she managed to cross the school without losing it all was a miracle, however as she opened the door to the corridor holding the toilets, she was met with an ugly sight, a long line.
“Just my luck!” Alison cried, as another spurt escaped her hold.
With no other choice, Alison joined the end of the queue, dancing around and blushing when she realised that some of the girls were looking at her and muttering, she tried to keep still but only succeeding in spurting into her soaked panties, leaving a coin sized wet patch on the crotch of her jeans.
Alison glanced at the Male toilets, with no line. There was no choice really.
She hobbled over to the door, but as she pushed on it, it swung open with such force that Alison was sent crashing into the person exiting, losing control and peeing for a full second before she managed to gain a wavering control.
Alison blushed deep crimson, It was Chris! Her high school crush!
“Oh hey Alison! I’ve not seen you in years! How are you?” Chris oozed,
“Chris, I’d love to chat, but I really need to pee and I... oh no!” Alison Sobbed, as she felt her bladder give in, and flood her jeans.
Face like a tomato, Alison sank down to her knees in her rapidly growing puddle of pee, face in her hands, her hair shielding everyone from view, as she sobbed her heart out.
‘Oh why didn’t I just pee before I left?!’
Fin |
Desperate at Dawn
Pokemon Diamond/Pearl/Platinum fanfiction by MasterXploder
Commissioned by Night Rain
With thanks to Captain L for editing. Check out his latest story here.
(Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised)
Mornings in Sinnoh were always so pretty. The way the rising sun made the snow-peaked mountains in the distance sparkle, and the rays of light shining through the trees always made her happy that she actually woke up early enough to witness such beauty. Then again, she might have been a bit biased. How could she not have such appreciation for the morning when her very name was Dawn?
Stepping outside of the Pokemon Center she had spent the night in, Dawn paused to raise her arms over her head, fingers interlocking as she stretched out in the sunlight with a big smile on her face. She couldn’t explain it, but it felt like today was going to be a good day somehow. Maybe she would make a new friend in her journey as a Pokemon trainer, or possibly catch a new Pokemon. Maybe if she was really lucky, she might even get to see a legendary Pokemon today.
Dawn giggled to herself a bit. She was only a couple months into her adventure; meeting a legendary Pokemon out of the blue was still a long ways off. Then again, she had been through quite a bit already, having crossed paths with the sinister Team Galactic and even witnessing the three lake spirit Pokemon, although in dangerous circumstances. Even after all that, it still felt like she had only just gotten started, especially after seeing how much her friends had grown in such a short time.
Oh well, she wasn’t going to keep up with her friends just by standing around wondering about it. Turning to the road that lead outside of the city, Dawn felt that sense of excitement and nervousness that always came up when she was about to set off on a new trail. It always reminded her of when she left home for the first time.
“Okay, let’s see here,” she said as she opened up her bag. “Potions, check! Repels, check! Food and water, check!” She zipped up the bag and grabbed one of the Pokeballs on her belt, this one containing a Riolu she managed to catch a month ago. “Pokémon at full health, check!”
Putting it back, she looked down at her clothes, a black top and pink mini-skirt with a long scarf and tall, pink boots. “Clean, cute outfit… mostly check.” Dawn patted her head, lacking the beanie she loved to wear up until about a week ago after an incident involving a Grimer that she really didn’t want to think about. “I hope the next city has a good hat store,” she said with a grimace.
Shaking her head, Dawn returned her focus to the task at hand. “Alright, looks like I’m ready to set off again!” she declared with a smile. Walking with a spring in her step, Dawn hummed a tune as she left the town behind her. Adventure awaited, and she was certain she was prepared for anything today could throw at her.
“I knew I was forgetting something.”
Dawn muttered this to herself, even though nobody was around to hear her. Well, there might have been a Pokémon or two behind some of the trees in the forest she found herself in, but she didn’t want them hearing, either.
The thing she had forgotten about was not an important item or a crucial step in preparing her Pokemon for any dangers ahead. Rather, it was a simple part of her morning rituals she had neglected in her excitement to head off to a new city. Specifically, it was something involving the bathroom and her bladder filled with a night’s worth of liquids. The more time had passed, the more she had come to regret her forgetfulness.
Dawn paused to take a moment to rest, leaning against a tree with her legs lightly rubbing together. How long had she been walking today? Not even a couple hours, but still plenty of time for her drink from breakfast to go through her body. The water she had been sipping along the way didn’t help, either.
The thought occurred to her that maybe now was a good time to take a quick break. She was alone in the woods with plentiful cover and plenty of tissues in her bag. Circumstances could not be any more ideal for her. She could almost hear the relieving sound of water piddling against the earth right now…
Wait, she really was hearing that. Turning her head, she soon found its source. A wild Buneary stood before a tree, a big grin on his face as a yellow stream flew from between his legs, making a puddle that ran down the trunk and onto its roots. Dawn gasped both in surprise and disgust, making the Buneary’s ear twitch and eyes snap open in panic. It turned and darted into the bushes, leaving a trail of urine along the ground as his bladder kept draining even while he fled.
“Guess I won’t be catching that one,” sighed Dawn. It was disappointing to let a Pokemon get away so easily, but worse than that, the sight of something handling its business only made her body yearn for relief that much more.
It reminded her of a memory from long ago, when she was just a little girl. She really didn’t want to remember it, but the details were just as vivid as the day it happened: standing at the bathroom line in the park plaza, dancing in place with one hand between her legs and the other in her mom’s hand, trying and failing to not pay attention to the large fountain of cascading water nearby. She did her best, but she still ended up making her own golden waterfall right there, running down her legs and ruining her favorite underwear and sundress while tears streaked down her blushing face.
Dawn wished that was the only time such misfortune befell her. Unfortunately, potty troubles were a somewhat regular problem for her growing up, as her ability to hold was never up to par with the other kids her age. Every time it happened, she would swear to herself that she would learn to hold it better when she grew up.
Now was the time to prove that to herself. If she could just could hold it until she reached the next town, it would show how much she has grown in her travels. Standing back up, she set off on the path again with a look of determination.
“I can do this,” she said to herself, “I’m a grown trainer just like my friends. I won’t let something like this stop me, no sir!”
“Oooh, I hope I get there soon!”
The sun had reached the middle of the sky, yet there were still no signs that Dawn was nearing the next city. The forest continued to stretch on as far as she could see, certainly not a good sight for her morale.
It also did not help that her walking had slowed since that morning. The confident stride she once had was now replaced by a stiff shuffle, with her legs pressed together and a hand placed between them. Her bright smile had dropped to a grim frown while her eyes would regularly glance to the bushes and trees on the sides, their presence tempting her further with every passing minute.
Worst of all, the path had taken her near a local river, with all the sights and noises that entailed. Just like when she was a kid, Dawn tried her hardest to not look, listen to, or even think about all the rushing water nearby, with limited success.
Yet, even with all the protesting her mind and bladder could muster, Dawn simply would not give into their demands. Shaking her head and trying to stand up tall again, Dawn raised a fist and furrowed her brow.
“I w-won’t give up,” she declared to the woods around her. “I’ll give everything I have, and I’ll make it, j-just like a real train-eep!”
Her bladder’s rebuttal was simple yet effective: with Dawn’s lapse in concentration, it was not hard for a little bit to leak out of her, immediately creating an unpleasant warmth in her underwear. Dawn corrected her mistake at once, shoving her hands right back between her legs, doubling over and putting all her strength into keeping her panties from being dyed any further.
Several agonizing seconds passed, but the pressure subsided eventually. Dawn stood upright, letting out a groan while keeping her hands at her groin. Her undies were safe for now, but she got the hint from the leak.
“I’m… not gonna make it to the next city like this,” she admitted while glancing to some nearby bushes. “I guess I just have to find a good spot and…”
“Raptor!”
Dawn yelped at the bird-like shriek from behind her. She started to turn around, but a large shape already blew past her, creating a powerful gust of wind from behind that would have blown her beanie off had she been wearing it. It did, however, lift the back of her skirt straight up, revealing her choice of underwear that day: a light-blue pair of panties with a dark patch at the bottom from the prior leak.
“W-what the…!?” Dawn scrambled to fix her skirt while looking for the figure. She soon saw it sitting on a tree branch ahead of her: a Staraptor, a fully-evolved and very aggressive bird Pokemon. From the way it cried at her and flared its wings, she didn’t need her Pokedex to know that it was looking for a fight.
With no time to think, Dawn reached to her belt and tossed a Pokeball out of instinct. A bright flash of light appeared, and out popped her Riolu with a cry of its name.
“Riolu! Get ready to fight!” yelled Dawn. She pointed at the Staraptor with one hand while the other remained between her legs.
“Riolu!” replied her ally.
Okay, Dawn, it’s another Pokemon battle, she thought, Just stay calm and remember your tactics. This shouldn’t be a problem!
“Raptor!” Before either Dawn or Riolu could react, the Staraptor took off from the branch. It launched forward at a blinding speed, striking Riolu and flying back in almost no time at all.
Dawn winced from seeing her Pokémon take a blow so early. Even she didn’t expect their foe to be so quick on the draw. She had to think of something to counter him with, and soon.
But try as she might, Dawn quickly realized something: concentrating becomes very difficult when you really need to pee.
“Um, er, try a focus blast!” she called out. Her Riolu responded at once, channeling its mental focus into a ball of energy, then launching it right at his target. But just as it was about to strike, the Staraptor darted to the side, and the energy blasted against the tree behind him instead.
“Shoot! Use brick break!” Next, the Riolu waited for his foe to dart forward before raising his hand and delivering a powerful downward chop. Unfortunately, he met with the same result, the Staraptor dodging at the last second, but this time with Riolu left unbalanced and open to attack.
“L-Look out!” But it was already too late. The Staraptor flew back and made a u-turn, then flew straight forward with its wings outstretched. He clipped right into Riolu, dragging him with it and sending him tumbling a good distance away.
“Riiii!” he cried out in pain.
“Riolu!” Only now did Dawn remember the advantage flying Pokemon had over fighting Pokemon. She grabbed the Pokeball and aimed it at Riolu to recall him, but then quickly found another reason to gasp.
With Riolu knocked out of the way, the Staraptor had banked around and was now charging towards a new target: her.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the fearsome bird flew straight at her. She could only stare with her body frozen in fright. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she noted something spurting into her underwear again just before she could see the whites of its eyes.
“Riii!”
But the Staraptor’s attack never came. Instead, it met the hard strike of Riolu’s charged palm against its face, sending it careening into a nearby tree. From there, it slumped to the ground with dazed eyes, clearly fainted from the impact.
“R-Riolu?” Dawn blinked.
“Rio, Rio!” he replied, looking at her with a smile and raised fist.
Dawn could only smile. He may have been young, but he was one of the toughest Pokemon she knew. “Th-thank you-oh!”
With the immediate danger over, Dawn’s other problem came roaring back. She felt not just a spurt, but a dribble leak through her panties, and the faint sound of it hitting the ground reached her ears.
“Ah!” She snapped her legs together and buried a hand as far as it could go between them.
“R-Riolu?” asked her Pokémon.
Shoot, I can’t let him see this! “Uh, b-back to your Pokeball, Riolu!” she replied, aiming his Pokeball at him. A red beam emerged, enveloping Riolu and returning him inside.
With no one to witness her, Dawn shoved her other hand into her groin, but it did little good. The dribble had not stopped, and she could now feel it getting on her hands, down her legs, and onto the front of her skirt.
“N-no, no, please,” she whimpered. She tried to move towards a bush or tree, but her legs were firmly locked in place. All she could manage was a slight shuffle backwards.
She didn’t get very far with that. With her eyes shut in desperate focus, Dawn didn’t notice the dip in the trail right behind her. The next thing she knew, she was stumbling backwards until she totally lost balance and fell onto her bottom with a yelp, her legs spread wide and revealing her damp undies to the world again.
For a moment, Dawn could only sit there and focus on her sore butt, until she realized how wet it felt as well. Her cheeks burned red as the undeniable truth hit her. Against her deepest wishes, Dawn had made the last jump from leaking to fully peeing herself.
It was no small accident, either. So much pee sprayed out of her that she could hear a hissing noise among the piddling sounds down there. Her panties, already sporting a big dark spot, became thoroughly soaked. It was enough to add a slight stain to the light-blue garment, and to make the pee run along the outside. Her urine only spread out from there, saturating the back of her skirt and forming a puddle that grew and grew.
Dawn couldn’t lie, it felt good to finally let out all that pee. Really good, in fact. But it could never make up for the fact that she was wetting herself, just like the hopeless little girl that she used to be. No, she still was that girl, no better than before she left her home to become a trainer.
“N-not again,” she choked out between sobs. Her vision grew blurred from tears, so she closed her eyes and let the hopelessness and failure sink in like the urine staining her clothes. The trainer’s path was no place for someone like her, and she knew it now more than ever.
But before any other such thoughts came up, a strange sound the she had never heard before got her attention. Dawn slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head to find a weird light in front of her, and in the middle of that light…
“M-Mesprit?” Dawn thought she had to be seeing things. A lake spirit Pokémon floating right in front of her, and now of all times? Had she lost her marbles now?
Yet, as they made eye contact, something strange happened. The sadness and failure that weighed her down so much seemed to fade away. Was Mesprit doing this to her?
Whether it was by magic or not, Dawn could think about her accident in a less condemning light now. Now that she thought about it, it was pretty silly of her to try and hold it when she could have gone at any time. After all her adventures already, she didn’t need to prove anything to herself. This mishap was not proof of her failure, but just another lesson to be learned on her journey as a trainer.
In any case, Dawn no longer wanted to sit in her puddle and feel sorry for herself. She stood back up and fixed her skirt, wincing at her hands touching the cool, wet fabric.
“Th-thank you so much,” she said as she looked back to the Mesprit. “Huh?”
But it was no longer there. Not only had it disappeared, but the light and strange noises were gone as well. Dawn looked all around her, but no trace that Mesprit had visited her could be found.
Dawn sighed in disappointment, but then thought better of it. Maybe it was for the best that it left so soon. They would meet again when she had earned the chance, she just knew it. “I’ll become a better trainer. I swear it!”
But first, she had other things to take care of. Her Riolu needed some care after such a rough fight, and he was probably worried about her to boot. More importantly, she really wanted to get cleaned up now, preferably before anyone saw her wet skirt and undies. The nearby river seemed like a good place to get all that done, and maybe take a break while she was at it.
“I hope the water’s not too cold!” Dawn declared as she set off, leaving the puddle to dry under the sun. The morning may have passed, but this Dawn would stay on her path for as long as it took.
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Edited June 9, 2018 by MasterXploder
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".....ughh..."
Gerald hadn`t even opened his eyes yet – and everything was spinning. In his head at least.What...happened...?The last time he felt that way was after that keg of beer one of the other recruits smuggles into the camp, many month ago.
It was one of the few times he acted without thinking.
So basically like Boltan.Right, Boltan...I still can`t believe it.So, at least his memories were still intact - good. And appearantly he was still alive – even better.
Unfortunately, this was it about the good news, on the not-so-bright side however...
Well, first of all, his partner betrayed him. Why? A mystery he couldn`t hope to solve right now.
Second...
...
Gerald could feel the heat flushing up on his cheeks – he felt a cold wetness around his crotch.
Did he...no, please...not this...did he really?The boy opened his eyes to confirm his suspicion...he wasn`t prepared however, for what he saw next.
"Well, well...finally awake?"
There was a girl. A naked girl, sitting on a rock next to the glowing remains of their campfire, staring at him with a less than happy expression.
"Who...what...?!"
Despite his still spinning head, Gerald was quick to jump on his feet and stumble a few steps backwards before crashing into a tree and – through a miracle – not smash his own skull as he fell back on the ground.
"Oh no, don`t kill yourself just yet, not until I`m done with you, you fish-tief!"
Geralds head nearly exploded from all the questions his mind came up with at each second.
"Ouch...shit...."
His entire body was aching from the fall – even without looking he could tell that the scraped his back at the trees bark, and something warm was slowly running down there now.
At least until he felt a cold touch right next to the wound and something being wrapped around his body.
"Tzzch...humans. If they don`t hurt each other, they hurt themselves. Now hold still, those vines will keep the bandage in place."
Again that girls voice.
Gerald carefully opened his eyes again – however he couldn`t see her.
"Wait, where..."
"I`m behind you, stupid. Don`t turn around though, I`m not going to make another bandage if this one falls off..."
"Umm...thank you?!"
Gerald was still blushing, not quite sure what to say next – after all, there were literally hundreds of questions he wanted to ask...
Like-
"The name is Tera. And if you didn`t realize it before, I`m here because you and your...friend...stole my fish. Normally I would just steal some of your food in return and call it even, but you don`t seem to have anything edible with you. In fact, you don`t carry anything with you at all!It was only after the girl – Tera – mentioned it to him, that Gerald actually realized the the absence of all his posessions.
His bow was gone, his coinpurse, the bag with the map, knife and all his other equipment...
....Oh no, NO! This really can`t get any worse!...
ALL his other equipment indeed – including his tunic, boots, all his clothes...except his undergarments.Soaked undergarments.
So there he was, lost in the wilderness in the middle of night, injured and betrayed by whom he thought was his partner and comrade, who also took all his belongings.
And to add insult to injury, he even pissed himself in his sleep. Sure – it was probably due to whatever kind of drug Boltan put in his fish, but this didn`t make it any less akward.
...especially with that girl around, who clearly didn`t like him but treated his injuries nontheless.
Did he forget anything? Why not add some more humiliation to this mess...?
"Oh, I suggest you remove those stupid clothes down there as well. They`re wet anyway, so it`ll only drain heat from your body. As far I know, you humans aren`t too good with being cold or wet..."I feel like someone out there has a very sick sense of humor...But...the worst part was – that strange girl, Tera – she wasn´t exactly wrong. He was cold and the pee-soaked fabric wasn´t helping.
Still...
"I...I c-can`t do t-that...n-not in front of so-someone else...it`s i-indecent to just walk around n-naked..."
"Pfff, Humans..."
The girl walked back in front of him, right into his view, standing there with a smug expression on her face.
"Got a problem with how I look then? Is this indecent as well? Well...?"Look away, LOOK AWAY!!!It was the first thing coming to his mind – but instead he forced himself to keep looking at her.
Something, just a faint hunch told him she wouldn`t take it too well if he...turned his eyes away.She has...blue skin...? And...fins on her arms and legs – is she a fish or something?But apart from that, her body looked quite human – only, well, naked.
Did she always walk around like that? It didn`t seem to bother her...Her breasts are really cute...What...? Where did that come from?
Gerald blushed – even more – his entire face probably looked like a tomatoe now.
Well at least it matched his stupid curly red hair then. He hated his hair. People were always making fun of that...
"You look...nice..."
A very sarcastic eyeroll ensued.
"Yes, sure. Whatever you say. Now take off these...paints or whatever you humans call that. Then you can start your fire again, it`ll keep you warm. I mean, you can do that, right?"
He didn`t dare to protest. While Tera was still shorter than him, her personality was way more confident than his.
"O-okay...I do it..."As long I don`t die from embarassement first, that is.Gerald closed his eyes, holding his breath......can`t believe I`m actually doing this......and slowly slid down his cold and soggy undergarments.Can I die now, plase? |
There was just something about Teras question – well, her wording actually, which set off something else inside Gerald. An new and refreshingly sinister feeling...
"Heh. Yeah, sure. My friend..."The boy let out a small, sarcastic chuckle. Some friend Boltan was, that for sure.
"Well, I hope he ran off a cliff or into a cave full of hungry Shadowbeasts..."
Not that this would make any sense – it was common knowledge that Shadowbeasts were loners and only seeked each others presence for mating.So the closest thing he could hope for was Boltan interrupting a couple of them during...intercourse.A funny thing to imagine, albeit unlikely...
"Oh..."
There was a short pause on Teras side, with the strange girl seemingly pondering about what which words to chose.
"So...you don`t know where he is. But it seems like I`m not alone with my desire to teach him a lesson..."
Gerald blused softly as she smiled at him. She really was cute...if not angry.
"Maybe...we can work together? We share a common goal..."
While seeking revenge wasn`t very knightly – tricking and robbing ones comrades was even less chivalrous.Plus, at this point Gerald didn`t even care so much about becoming a knight anymore – he only wanted to prevent Boltan from reaching that goal.
"I still have no idea where to find him. I don`t even know for how long I was unconscious...only that it was still evening when Boltan tricked me with that fish..."
"Tricked you? Why don`t you tell me the whole story? Like...everything. Why you`re here, what were you doing...I agree, we should work together, but first I want to know your motives..."
The girl – well, whatever she actually was - moved closer to him, still smiling.
But there was also a questioning look in her eyes...
"Right, right...so...where do I start...well...what do you even know about humans...?"
In fact, that was probably the most important question first – the way she talked, there was no doubt that she was another species. But which?While she`s a bit smaller than me, she is still too big for a dwarf...And of course dwarfes didn`t had blue skin and fins...And too small for an elf either...Not that these had blue skin either...A dem-....
Yes, she certainly looked like a demon. Gerald rolled his eyes about the stupidity of his own thoughts.
"Ah, forget it. I`ll just begin and you simply ask if something confuses you, okay?"A nod."Okay, so it started with~"
It felt a little strange, talking about his own story so much – but once he got used to it, things were easier than he thought.Their trials...the mission they had...how Boltan consantly came up with plans on how to trick and cheat on their trial...their argument about the fish...and of course, the betrayal...He told her everything. As requested.
And the more he told her, the better he felt.
It was so good to have someone listening to him, someone he could share-
"Geez, thats quite a long story. But I think I get the point: your so-called partner is a no-good cheater. And he deserves more than just a punishment for stealing fish...much more."
"Umm...can I ask you something as well...? Tera...?"
Hopefully he wasn`t too nosy here...
"What are you anyway? I mean...you`re not human, right? I still don`t understand who you truly are and...why you`re alone outside in the forest at night..."Not to mention – naked!"What I am?!"Gerald flinched, as for a moment he feared that he made her angry by asking such a question, however...
"You don`t know? I thought you humans have these dooks about almost anything..."
"Uh...you mean...a book? Well, maybe we do...and I just haven`t read it. I`m only sixteen, you can`t expect me know every book in existance..."
"Oh please, how many books can there be...?"
The fish-girl rolled her eyes a little.
She then moved a little closer, staring at his face...literally only centimetres away.
"Also, are you sure you`re sixteen...? You look...older..."
If he had any doubts left about how out-of-touch with human society Tera could be, they were finally wiped away by her last comment.How many books...really? She`s like-"Wait, wait...did you say older?"His thoughts were interrupted again – so far people only ever expected him to be younger – thanks to his freckles and wild, curly hair...he didn`t really look like sixteen.
Boltan, who was two years younger actually looked older than him – which didn`t exactly helped Geralds self-esteem.
"Yes, older...don`t get me wrong but sixteen is way off. You look like...almost two hundred!"If it weren`t for the completely confused look on her face – like the girl was actually thinking about it very seriously – Gerald would`ve been convinced that she only wanted to mess with him.
"You...y-you`re talking...no, we are talking about the same thing here, m-my age, yes?"Another nod."Yes, sure...why...?"
"Uh...and you calculate that in...years?"
Cue to her raising an eyebrow:
"What`s a year? I thought you meant in moons..."So there was her error. But, considering how little she knew about...anything, he wasn`t surprised anymore.
"A year is...umm...you know what winter is? When it gets cold? And snow falls?"
"Pffft. You could`ve told me sooner that you`re talking about winters..."Yet another eye-roll.
"Okay, I admit in that case...hmm, okay sixteen could be true, though I would`ve guessed like fourteen or so.."So much about my self-esteem...The blush re-appeared on his face as he heard her brutally honest but unwanted opinion.
"If you...say so. By the way, you still haven´t told me what you are..."
After all this, at least she owed him that answer...
"Fine, if you want to know...I`m a water nymph. And I`m pretty much just passing through these woods, like you...and your former partner.""Y-you...are..."
Well, appearantly he could still be surprised. But who wouldn`t be...when face-to-face with a species most people believed to be nothing more than a myth?!However, thinking about it a little more horoughly...it made sense – an aquatic species...which would explain the fins and what looked like gills on her throat.
Also her cluelessness when it came to human society. One of those very few things mentioned in tales and legends was the nymphes tendency to stay away from civilization and hide themselves in the depts or rivers, laked and the open sea...
"D-does that mean you have all those magical abilities? Like, there are tales that your blood has incredible healing powers, able to cure nearly any disease and neutralize any poison..."
She gave him a long, disapproving stare. Maybe he shouldn´t have said that...?
"What utter nonsense! Is that really what you humans believe about us? Sorry, but...healing power in our blood, that doesn`t even make sense..."
"Sorry, I just...well...it is really just a story...one of many myth which are the result of too much speculation..."
At least she didn`t seem to be really mad.
"It`s our urine which has the healing power..."
"...Oh...." |
What am I doing here? What am I doing here? WHAT AM I DOING HERE?!?It was the same thought that repeated itself over and over again as he watched Tera walk up to him, spreading her legs just a little bit, so he could see the small pink slit in the middle.
Funny actually how her skin was still pink there while it had a shade of bright, icy blue everywhere else...
"Now just kneel down a little...yes, thats better...and...imagine you`re drinking from a bottle or so..."
Gerald nodded slowly, going on his knees and......I can even smell...it...now...A little sweaty...salty...well, at least this was the comparison he could make.
Well, at the very least it didn`t smell bad...
He decided to close his eyes, moving his mouth closer...closer...
Until he felt her skin, her lower lips on his own.
Her scent was much more intense now...
"Alright, ready then...?"
He nodded – just slightly, not daring to move his head too much.
And moments later he felt it: warm liquid, gushing out from her vagina and right into his mouth.
....
He wasn`t even sure what he expected. Like...it wasn`t like he knew what urine tasted like. How would he?
But...perhaps bitter? Or just...nasty...?...
Only it wasn`t. To his surprise, it was almost tasteless...merely a little salty. Otherwise...pretty much like water.Warm water.
He could simply swallow it without gagging, then feel the warmth inside him...
...What...what is happening? It was hard to describe...almost impossible.
The closest thing would be a strange, fuzzy and secure feeling overwhealmed him – body and mind together.
Before, he still felt slightly cold, despite the fire...and the flesh wound on his back, while not too painful, had clearly still been there. He felt tired, exhausted, anxious and confused mere moments ago.
But it was all gone...all pain, all discomfort.
Instead he felt reinvigorated, stronger and full of energy and confidence.This...is incredible! What an amazing power..."Seems like it`s working, huh?"
The nymph smirked and let out another chuckle.
"And, feel better yet?"
This time his nod was much stronger. He hadn`t felt this good in a long time. At this moment, everything felt possible.
For example...teasing her!Gerald began actively licking her lower lips, even thrusting his tongue inside her narrow crevice.
It was so soft...squishy...She couldn`t help but moan. He was getting bold, wasn`t he?
"H-hoold on..."
While a large part of her wanted him to carry on – thrust even deeper inside her, support the boys newfound confidence – this wasn`t the right moment!
"...l-lets stop this for now...okay? I...really appreciate it, but we have other things to do first, hmm? Like...finding a certain someone?"She was right! Gerald simply nodded again, slowly pulling away from her crotch. The stream had stopped – but there were still a few drips of urine hanging from her labia...too cute, too seductive to resist.
The boy went back one more time, gently licking it all clean....leading to another, adorable moan from Tera.
"There you go. All clean~"
"...I...should smack you. But...thanks..."
He jumped back on his feet, beaming with energy. Ready for the hunt.And he even knew where how to start.
"Can you...help me up that tree there?"
Gerald pointed towards a nearby beech tree, which lower branches were just a little bit too high up for him to reach.
"Perhaps I can see the smoke of another campfire from the top of that tree...which could be Boltan..."
"Ohh, clever! Now I like this side of you much more..."
She hurried over to the boy, wrapping her arms around his hips...inevitably causing her to touch his still hard penis.Oh well, if he complains this is just payback then..."And...up!"
His normal self probably would`ve let out another protest upon feeling her hands on his member.
But he was in way too good of a mood to let it bother him.
The only surprise was how she lifted him in the air like a feather. It didn`t seem to take much effort at all.
"Thanks..."
Gerald grabbed the branch above his head with both his hands, pulling himself up there with...surprisingly low effort as well.
Was that another effect of simply drinking Teras pee? Did it give him increased streangth...?Amazing...The rest of the climb was even easier – the branches further up on the tree were closer together and easy to reach.
Almost too easy...
"You`re doing okay up there? Tell me if you need help, alright?"
Was she worried about him? Now was that cute or akward...?
"I`m fine, no worries..."
Gerald soon reached the top of the tree.
Well, not really the top, just as far up he could safely climb. It was still a good view from up there, just as he hoped.
Above him was only the nightly sky and in the distance...nothing but trees.
In all directions...Strange...I should still be able to see the Frostweave Mountains from here...or did we wander that far already?However, there was nothing. Only forest...
A little odd maybe...
Much more unfortunate however, was the complete absence of smoke anywhere on the horizon.
It even was a clear night, not a cloud up there on the sky...so even the tiniest plume should be possible.
Dissapointing...but nothing could be done about it.
"I`m coming back down, okay?" |
"I got nothing....sorry..."
Gerald cursed his own lack of imagination – but there was just nothing coming to mind.
No trace of Boltan, no clues, nothing!The good mood he had before had faded over the past...maybe an hour? It was still night, so hard to tell...
Fortunately he wasn`t alone, he had Tera on his side. Normally he wouldn`t trust someone whom he only met...also not very long ago.But the girl was trustworthy...weird maybe, but trustworthy.
Plus, if he had to choose between lost in the wild, robbed of all his belongings and alone – or lost, robbed but at least some company, the latter was definitely the better choice. Always!
"Maybe...it would be better if we both catch a bit of sleep? We won`t get far in the dark anyway...and a new day could bring new opportunities..."
Plus, she was pretty tired. Not yet about to pass out...but this had been a long night for her as well.She has a point...However, it would also give Boltan – wherever he was – time to get even further away.
Every minute that passed made it less and less likely to even find that traitor...Still..."I guess...we could do that..."
...as Tera said herself, trying to find him during the night, with no idea where to go was...pointless.
"In that case, I better throw some more logs in the fire...to keep warm during the night..."
"Sorry...but I`d prefer to douse those flames. I`m a water nymph, not a fire lizard..."
"But...you told me to make a fire in the first place! To warm up...and...dry my undergarments..."
For the first time in a while, Gerald felt a blush creeping on his face. He got used to being naked at this point...however, the memory of peeing himself in his drug-induced sleep was still too embarassing for the boy.
"Oh don`t worry about that, I can keep you warm..."
His mind was flooding with all kinds of fantasies on what exactly Tera meant by that – of course, he quickly came to the conclusion that she merely meant to keep him warm through her own, bodily heat.
Not that this was bad in any way – however, would he be able to sleep at all, with her laying right next to him?
"So you`re really sure you want to put the fire out? How...you plan on doing that anyway? We don`t have any-"...of course, what a stupid question!"...you`re going to piss them out...?""You learn quickly..."
Tera approached the fire, pressing her hips forward, ready to go-"...but yes, I have to. Fire makes me nervous..."
"I...think I need to go as well. Why don`t we do it together?"What...The words left his mouth before he could even think about what he was saying.Tera sure had some influence on him, that much was undeniable...only: was that bad or good?
"You`re getting freaky, hmm? And I totally expected you to be worried about wild animals or something. But hey, as I said before – I enjoy that new side of yours, let`s do it...I wanna see you pee!"
Great – what had he done? But it was too late to back out now...
......plus, I actually want to do that...."Okay then..."
There was probably still a stupid blush on his face, nothing he could do about that however...
While he didn`t had to piss all that badly, the pressure was persistant enough that it wouldn`t let him sleep anyway.
Gerald stared down at his semi-hard penis, relaxing – or at least trying to."C-can`t really promise anything will come out, I`m not used to peeing while someone is watching...
In fact, he was pretty convinced that he wouldn`t be able to get a single drip out. His body would just refuse to go through with it.
Wouldn`t be the first time either – there had been many situations where, despite the worst pressure in his bladder, his urine wouldn`t come out if he felt the gaze of his fellow recruits on him.I hope she won`t be too disappointed that I can`t-
~pss..ss...ssshhhh~"Hmm...looks like plenty is coming out..."
She chuckled, taking pleasure in watching the slightly nervous boy relieving himself.
It was a nice waterfall – albeit quite yellow."You should drink more...the color tells me you`re dehydrated. Just saying..."
So much about his pee shyness...Just why his body wasn`t blocking the flow as usual was beyond him.
"I don`t really have anything to drink here. I don`t know, it`s like someone stole all my supplies and equipment...crazy, right? I mean who would do that...?"
He didn´t intend on being sarcastic...but how else was he supposed to react to Teras statement?
Gerald bit his lip to keep avoid another comment, instead focusing on aiming his stream at the flames.Okay, the hue really is quite intense...First order of business – tomorrow – would be to find a fresh supply of water and some kind of container to for the liquid.
"....you`re right. I apologize! It´s not your fault..."
Nervously scratching the back of her head, Tera knew her last comment was a bit uncalled for.
Anyway, it was time to do her business – watching Gerald pee was pure teasing to her own bladder, now begging for relief.
"Ahhhhh~"
And sweet relief it was – immediately, a massive and nearly colorless torrent of pee came gushing out from her cleft...making Geralds stream look like nothing in comparison.
"Holy-"
To say he was impressed was still an understatement...not even the fountain on the towns market square could compete with Tera, who made quick work of the fire, turning the brightly dancing flames into a heap of smoking sticks and ashes...
...and soon after, they weren`t even smoking anymore, just dripping wet like a severe rainstorm just went over the forest.
"...that`s...a lot..."
Even more impressive was how Tera still kept going – while his own stream already dried up and ended in a trickle.
"...I also think you can stop now. The fire is out..."
Stop? He had to be joking...
"You ever tried to stop the flow once it started? I doubt it..."
She shook her head, continuing to drench the wet wood while a puddle began to form on the ground underneath, growing as she kept peeing...
However, unlike Gerald who stared at her with his mouth wide open, to her it was nothing unusual.
"You forgot I`m a water nymph already? There is a reason our kind lives inside or near water...we need it a lot...and our bodies can store a lot of it as well..."
It felt like a small eternity till the nymph was finally done emptying her bladder, making the surrounding area look like someone just poured their entire bathwater on the ground.
"So...you`re done now...?"
Despite the initial shock, it was also...arousing, sort-of to see someone pee such a ridiculous amount.Though I`m still happy she let it all out...because she could easily drown someone sleeping right next to her if she has an accident at night...
Said someone being him in this case...
Tera nodded, stretching her arms up in the air.
"Yes. All done. In more way than one. Let`s lay down and sleep now, okay?"
"...Sure.." |
"You can`t be serious..."
Gerald stared down at the so-called "raft", then back at Boltans fat, stupid smirk.
"This is just a piece of scrap! A joke..."
"Seems to me you`re just scared and making an excuse..."
"Scared?!"
Another glance at the loose array of wooden planks and random branches, held together by some tattered rope. It was tiny, had no rudder and so unbalanced, the entire "starbelt" side was basically underwater.
"If by scared you mean non-suicidal, well then yes, maybe I am! Come on, you can`t be serious...who would risk their lives for such a stupid trial of courage?"
"We all did it! Every single one of our squad. They are all fine. Sure, Huno scraped half his leg open and Vin broke his arm as he smashed into a rock. But how can you be a knight if you`re afraid to get hurt?"
He wanted to protest. Say that he didn`t fear getting hurt but merely couldn`t understand how riding down the Bloodrock Rapids on a tattered raft would prove his courage.
However, fate seemed to play against him...if he backed down from this ludicrous challenge, Boltan would make sure to let everyone know...
"Fine...I`ll do it..."
He...just had to be careful! Keep his eyes open. Shift his own weight to steer the raft and...hope for the best...right? If all the others made it, why not him? So there was no reason to-
"SURPRISE!"
It was a sudden push which caught Gerald of-guard as he was about to climb on the raft – sending him, head first – into the raging river.
He didn´t had time to grab onto something, not even enough time to scream for help...not that it would`ve done him any good, he was just gone. Submerged in the freezing cold mountain stream...
...altough...it wasn`t exactly freezing cold as he expected....
...in fact, it was quite warm, even comfortable...like a hot spring...?
"Aaarrrgh..."
At long last he managed to fight himself back to the surface, taking a deep breath of fresh air...
...and couldn`t believe his eyes...
The water was...tinted yellow? Also, he was no longer in a river but a huge, wide lake...made entirely from that oddly colored water...
"Pffffrrpffht..."
He spat out a portion of that warm water that got in his mouth, while flailing his arms around in a desperate attempt to stay afloat...but something wasn`t right...
The lake...it was gone? Instead he was staring straight up in a light blue patch of morning sky, surrounded by the far-reaching branches of nearby trees...
There were birds chirping, bees humming around to gather nectar from the flowers...It was...just a dream. Only a dream...I didn`t drown, it was just a dream...
....
Oh no...please no...While the lake from his dream was maybe gone, Gerald could still feel a warm wetness below his body, much like a huge puddle reaching all the way from his feet, legs, butt and back up to his head...it was huge!That, combined with the nature of the dream...
"Damn it! Why? Why does this keep happening?"
It was the second time in a row he wet himself in his sleep. There had to be a reason, he couldn`t allow this to go on!
He rolled to his side to better inspect the lake of urine – and had to surpress a small scream as he stared right at Teras sleeping face, right in front of his own.
Of course – that nymph girl.
The dream and his embarassing accident were so dominant in his mind, he nearly forgot about all the other things which happened last night...like her, helping him stay warm...and even drinking the girls u-
.....Wait...is she....Gerald hesitated to look there at first. But considering Teras general nudity and completele lack of desire to hide any given part of her body, she wouldn`t have a problem if he took a peek to see if...
....Yes, she is...While it was only a small trickle now which emerged from that tiny slit between her legs, there were tiny drips all over her her thighs, as well as the puddle being even larger around her.How can she even hold that much? This is crazy..I mean...she could`ve literally drowned me there...Now, what that adorable or scary? Probably both...
Should he...wake her up maybe? Or was this a normal thing to her? To think he actually drank right from her most sensitive spot, yet knew so little about her...it felt weird...like everything that happened lately...
His rumbling stomach was starting to send him signals that it wasn`t the time to think about what happened and more about what should happen next, particularly about where to get breakfast from.
While he wasn`t an expert, Gerald had his fair bit of survival knowledge, like some of the plants that were edible and of course how to hunt and fish...
As the latter two required specific tools, his only option was to go search for some wild fruit or berries...and maybe mushrooms.Not really in the mood for fish anyway, after...
...really, he didn`t even let me finish eating, what an asshole!However, he didn`t even felt sure about gathering some mere berries – while naked.
Despite Teras best attempts the night before, he couldn`t help but feel vulnerable and exposed like this.
And while sure, he could technically but his pee-stained underwear back on...but what difference would that make?....seems like...I need to wake her up after all. At least she`s familiar with surviving on her own.
And I sure hope she won`t be too mad if I disrupt her sleep, she looks so peaceful and happy right now..."Tera....?" he muttered, softly poking her forehead.
Nothing...
"Wake up....it`s morning..." ...contrary to his actual goal to wake her, his voice was even softer this time, barely a whisper.
"Umm.."
Maybe if he...shook her arm a little?Still no response, not even a slight reaction...For someone who regulary sleeps out in the wild, I would expect her to be far more alert...what if she gets attacked by wild animals while asleep...?Or, much more likely – her subconscious didn´t consider him a threat to defend against...
Not that he even wanted to pose a threat to her.
However......maybe if I imitate some dangerous predator, say...perhaps she`ll wake up?The first and most dangerous creature coming to his mind was of course the shadowbeast.
A foe like none other, feared by even the bravest knights and warriors alike...their roar alone was said to cause entire armies to flee in terror.
...and of course he had no idea what it sounded like as he had never encountered one in his life.Better play it self and try a wolf howl instead...At least he knew how that sounded like.
Right. So...
Gerald jumped on his feet, putting some distance between him and the sleeping nymph – in the end he didn`t want to scare her to death by howling right into her ear.Take a deep breath...
...."Aaaaoooooouuuuu...."
The volume of his voice even surprised himself, causing the the boy to twitch a little.Damn it...at this rate I attract an actual wolf to come here...Nervously, he turned back to the sleeping nymph to see if his howl had the desired effect at least...
"What..."
"Pffffhffffhehehehee..s-stop, please shtoopheheheh..."
It was just too much. Watching Geralds flustered face was already funny enough...but nothing could prepare her for...whatever noise that was supposed to be.
Really, she couldn`t tell.
All she knew was that her stomach already hurt from laughing, yet...she couldn`t stop.
"....you...have been awake the entire time?"
Gerald gave Tera a very sour glare.
"Glad to see you`re having fun..."
"Sh...shorry...I...just couldn`t resist...it was too cute to see you try and waking me up...and I wanted to know what you would try next..."
A faint feeling of guilt began to hit her as her laughing finally stopped.
"I know, that was a bit mean...again, I apologize...so...at least tell me what kind of creature that was supposed to be..?"
He just couldn`t stay mad at her.
Oh, he sure wanted to! He wanted to be very mad and angry now...but...she just had a very disarming effect on his mind.
"...a wolf...so...I guess it wasn`t very convincing then?"
"Weeeeelll...let`s say it could`ve passed as a really paranoid and confused...puppy..."
...
"Just...don´t do it again, okay? If I hear that again, I may piss myself..."
"You already did..."
"....really? Heh, nice..." |
Spoilers for Fire Emblem Fates: Revelation
Yo, so this one takes place in Revelation around chapter 18, after Xander and Ryoma join forces, that's really the only spoiler. As usual, any criticism is welcome.
Princess Hinoka was confused. She had suddenly received a letter from her older brother, Ryoma, asking her to meet with him. This wasn't the strange part of course, it was normal for The two to meet for various things. No, the strange part was the location. Ryoma had asked her to meet him at the camp's prison.
She didn't understand what this could possibly mean. The only possible explanation she could think of was to help with some form of interrogation, but even that theory had its flaws as Ryoma's retainers would be far more suited for that job.
Well, there's nothing I can do but go and see what he wants.
Upon reaching the prison, Hinoka saw her brother standing at the front door.
"Hey Ryoma, what did you need me for?"
"Ah, Hinoka, You've made it just in time. Please follow me, I have something I need to show you."
Ryoma then stepped into the prison and gestured for Hinoka to follow. The pair walked past many empty cells, after all, since joining with the Nohrians, the army had only been fighting strange phantoms, so the jail wasn't seeing much use anymore. It was then when they reached their destination: a cell containing the Nohrian princess, Camilla.
Hinoka gasped and turned to her brother, but she didn't manage to ask a single question before Ryoma quickly swung the cell door open and pushed Hinoka inside. After landing on her butt, Hinoka looked up to see the cell door slam shut, locking her in with the purple-haired princess.
"Brother! What are you doing?!" Hinoka yelled, but Ryoma remained stone-faced.
She turned to Camilla searching for answers, but Camilla simply shrugged.
"They haven't told me anything." She said, answering Hinoka's gaze.
"Wait... they?" Hinoka looked up to see that suddenly the Nohrian prince, Xander had joined Ryoma's side.
"Hinoka, Camilla, we apologize, but these are Lady Corrin's orders" Xander said, not at all apologetically.
"Corrin feels that we cannot function as an army if our royal families do not get along, and apparently, you two are having some issues." Ryoma continued for him.
"Camilla, I've heard that you've been spreading nasty rumors about Princess Hinoka." Xander said, calling his sister out.
"You Nohrian scum!" Hinoka screamed "So you're the one that's been telling everyone that I..." Hinoka stopped herself and her face went red when she realized what she was about to say.
About two weeks ago, Hinoka had been strolling down the market place when she suddenly felt like all the shopper's eyes were on her. She then began seeing people whispering to each other and snickering, but Hinoka was a resilient girl, so she just decided to ignore it and move on, that was until a little girl ran up to her and tapped her on the leg.
"What is it?" Hinoka asked gently.
"Don't worry Ms. Hinoka, I understand how you feel!" The girl said with the biggest smile on her face.
"What do you mean?" Hinoka confusedly replied.
"Sometimes I still wet the bed too!" the girl exclaimed gleefully.
Ever since that day, people had been making passing references to Hinoka's supposed bedwetting problem, and she had never learned the source until now.
"I can't believe you!" She yelled at Camilla.
"Hinoka!" Ryoma suddenly yelled. "Don't act like you're at all innocent. We found out about how you payed Rhajat for that little hex."
Hinoka gulped.
But Rhajat had promised no one would find out about that, unless... oh Gods, Corrin asked! Of course, Corrin is Rhajat's only weakness!
"Xander, what is he talking about?" Camilla asked.
"Well... um... we found out that at last week's party Hinoka payed Rhajat to cast a... uh... laxative spell on you." Xander awkwardly answered.
"Wait, what?!" Camilla gasped. "I was in the bathroom the whole party because of that!"
"So because of how childish you two are, Corrin's asked us to lock you in here until you make up." Xander continued.
"And we do mean that you're not leaving until you make up. That means no meals, no visitors, and no breaks." Ryoma commanded. "We'll check on you every hour, so good luck."
The pair of princes then turned around and began walking toward the exit, leaving Hinoka locked in a room with the person she currently hated the most.
Hours quickly passed and the two hadn't even gotten close to making up. Hinoka sat at one corner of the cell while Camilla sat at the opposite corner. The two were continuously hurling insults at each other, however, Camilla was no longer Hinoka's biggest problem. She needed to pee badly, and the prison's cells lacked toilets.
She was locked in the prison at around lunchtime and the sun had since gone down, so it was no surprise that her need had surfaced. Her bladder was constantly sending sharp pains, desperately signaling for release. The red headed princess wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball on the floor and jam her hand into her crotch, but she'd rather die than let Camilla see her in such a sorry state. However, she began subconsciously rubbing her thighs together, a sign Camilla quickly picked up on.
"Aww, does the cute widdle princess need to pee?" She taunted.
Hinoka's eyes went wide and her face reddened.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She said unconvincingly as she turned her head toward the ground.
Camilla regretted her taunt just a little bit, as she wasn't fairing much better than her Hoshidan counterpart. Camilla's bladder was nearing full capacity, and she wasn't sure how she was going to make it in time.
However, since her bladder was smaller, Hinoka's struggle was that much worse. Her bladder pains were growing steadily and she had broken out into a sweat. Suddenly, Hinoka felt a spurt escape into her panties.
"Ooooooooooh.... please..." She groaned as she quickly pushed her hands into her crisis area.
"Oh, are you losing it already?" Camilla continued her taunts, "I know I said you wet the bed, but I didn't know you also do it consciously."
"Shut...up..." Hinoka managed to get out through her ragged breaths.
Suddenly Hinoka gasped and pushed her hands into her crotch with excessive force.
"NO... NONONONONO... NOT HERE..... AHHH....."
"Wait, are you really..." Camilla began to ask before she saw it.
A puddle was quickly growing around Hinoka. It began as a quiet hissing sound and quickly grew into a fierce torrent as a circle of urine quickly grew around Hinoka's butt causing her red skirt to become a dark red, and her white panties to become transparent.
"Wow, I always knew you Hoshidans..." Camilla began but something quickly stopped her.
After Hinoka's stream died down, Camilla heard a noise she didn't expect. Hinoka was crying.
It was strange, Camilla should have been overjoyed to see her rival disgracing herself like this, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to be happy about this.
"*sniff* What's wrong?" Hinoka asked through her tears "Go ahead *sniff*, laugh! It's funny, the great princess Hinoka peed herself!"
"Hinoka..." Camilla said gently
"No! I don't need your comfort! I'm a failure... first I wasn't strong enough to protect Corrin, now I'm not even strong enough to keep my pants dry... I don't deserve to be a princess."
Those words struck Camilla. She was finally reminded of why she felt sad seeing Hinoka cry. It was because, in that moment, Hinoka reminded her of Corrin.
Once, many years before, when Camilla was still a small child, she and Corrin had gotten themselves locked in a storage room. They had been stuck for a couple hours when Corrin's bladder got the best of her, leaving the young girl in a puddle. She then began to cry.
"Aww Corrin, don't worry, everyone has an accident every once in a while." Camilla attempted to comfort her sister.
"No! Big girls aren't supposed to wet themselves!" Corrin cried "Especially not royal ones...I don't deserve to be a princess."
That memory hit Camilla hard. It was the moment she taught Corrin to be confident with herself.
So all I have to do is what I did back then... well... here goes nothing.
Camilla stood up and relaxed.
"Princess Camilla!?" Hinoka screamed in shock.
Camilla's panties grew dark, and since they weren't very thick, the urine simply poured in a singular stream straight down, creating a puddle on the floor below. In order to make it look worse for Hinoka's sake, Camilla closed her legs, letting the piss flow down her thighs and legs into her shoes.
"AHHHHHH" Camilla moaned in relief as her bladder emptied and the stream began to die down.
Hinoka was just left speechless, staring with her mouth gaping open.
"See? Everyone has accidents Hinoka... even princesses." Camilla said as she sat down in her own puddle.
"Camilla..." Hinoka said as she wiped her tears from her face.
"You know, whenever Corrin felt scared when we were young, I would play a little game with her. We'd spin a bottle and whoever it landed on had to share a secret. Although, I guess we don't really have a bottle..."
"It's fine" Hinoka said "I've been meaning to tell you something anyways." She took a quick second to prepare herself and then began "You know that rumor you've been spreading about me... umm... wetting the bed?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, people spread nasty rumors about me all the time. I'm sure that every royal faces gossip."
"You're right, just last week I heard a rumor that I'm secretly in a relationship with my brothers. False rumors are just something you have to learn how to deal with as royalty."
"Yeah well, usually I'm really good about just ignoring those things... but the reason yours got under my skin so much is...... it's not exactly false."
It took Camilla a second to realize what Hinoka had just said.
"Wait, so you really pee the bed!?"
"Shhhhhh! Not so loud! And it's not like I do it every night, It's just that... every once in a while I'll have this dream of the night Corrin was taken from us..."
"Oh Hinoka..."
"And whenever I have this dream... I... uh... y'know..."
Camilla began to snicker.
"Hey, it's not funny!"
"No, no, you're right. It's just that you're being so awkward about it that I can't help myself." Camilla said through her laughter. "I mean, who cares if you pee in your sheets every once in a while? Get ready, because my secret is going to blow you out of the water!"
"Oh yeah? Hit me!" Hinoka said, joy returning to her face.
"Ryoma, it's been another hour." Xander said, shaking the Hoshidan prince awake.
"Ugh, I don't think this is going to work anytime soon" Ryoma groaned. "I mean, this is our eighth time checking."
"I know, and I agree, but I've asked and Corrin won't put an end to this until they like each other."
"I guess all we can do is persevere." Ryoma said as the pair stepped into the jail, fully prepared to see Hinoka and Camilla pouting in their corners and insulting each other once again, but to their surprise they heard something different.
"Is that... laughter?" Xander couldn't believe his ears. He heard the princesses telling stories and laughing.
"...and you should have seen the look on his face when he realized that he had shown up to the battle with his pillow instead of his tome!"
"That's hilarious!"
"Alright, you two are free to go." Ryoma interrupted.
The two princesses simply got up and left still talking, leaving a very confused Xander behind. He watched them leave and noticed their wet behinds. He then looked into the cell and saw two huge puddles on the ground.
"Ryoma, what happened here?"
"Xander, don't question miracles." |
Word Count: 5,112 words, about the same they did for me on their request. Enjoy!
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Monica smiled as she rolled around in her bed peacefully. A twenty-year old girl with a lightly-tan-skin body that was not too short, or too tall. She laid in bed with her legs spread open in her black short shorts and white t-shirt where her moderate breasts rested in. While she did not do sports in college, she kept her days of swimming and running track on her high school teams in her agenda which she did at least three times a week at the gym. Her body was just the right skinny, but some muscle on her arms and legs, and a cute face that when she smiled or laughed made you blush and want to smile back. It was Saturday, and Monica had to be at work by early afternoon for her shift at the town diner.
“Ah, nam, nam,” she said through her teeth as she yawned and woke up from her slumber. She turned to look at her alarm clock, and her eyes almost popped out of her head. It was NOT on! “What the hell?!?” Monica looked to the side and saw it unplugged from the wall. Maybe it was her cat, or someone moved it by accident. “Oh, no, no, no, no!” Monica ran and grabbed her cell phone from the charger on her dresser and looked at the time: “SHIT!” She yelled. Her shift was to start in twenty minutes at the diner. She overslept.
Monica looked left and right trying to find clothes. The owner of the diner did not care too much about how workers dressed, if no designs or anything were on their clothes or rips. She pulled her black shift with buttons on the chest since it looked so nice tight around her breasts, yet hanged on the sides of her body just enough to show she kept skinny and in shape. She pulled off her short shorts and black panties and bra, and was 100% naked, except for the tie that kept her brown hair in a small ponytail. “I can’t believe this shit,” Monica said, angry that she overslept and barely had time for a shower. She pulled a towel out of her dresser and was about to run into the hall, barely covering it around her when she heard someone inside her dorm room; but it wasn’t her roommate, Jessica.
“Wow!” said Jessica’s boyfriend, Will. He laid out in Jessica’s bed, naked across. As much as Monica felt her hormones rage off like a water wave she crossed her legs and pulled the towel around her just tight enough, but barely had a grip on the other end. Monica really did try to stop starring at the 22-year-old college senior who was on the football team. Those abs, those side muscles, damn! “I got to say Monica. Jess is hot, but you-.”
By accident, the towel that she had a small grip on flicked through her fingers and fell off her body, exposing her again. Even through her tan skin one could see her tan facial cheeks blush red.
“Monica, the hell?!?” Jessica said as she stood at the door of their room in a bathrobe and hair tied up wet in a towel.
Monica’s eyes widened and popped out of her head as the humiliation of this made her heart sink and throat close. “Oh my gosh, Jess, I…um, I-.”
“What the hell, are you two flirting?” Jessica said in a rage.
“No, it’s not like that,” Monica said. “It’s all an accident.”
“I thought you were cool, but here you are, like every other skank in this college. Your naked still!”
Monica looked down and saw her bare breasts, legs, crotch, and ass that Will admired so much, he did not notice the argument between the female roommates.
“Get the hell out!” Jessica yelled as she grabbed Monica’s clothes for work and tossed them at her, and pushed her into the hallway. She kept tossing shit as Monica stumbled down the halls, past the co-ed bathroom. “Get out of here.”
“Jess, please, I gotta shower-.” Jess through a can of spray deodorant at her and almost hit Monica’s head. As Monica saw other people exit their rooms to see what the noise was, she ran nearly naked out of there. She turned a corner in the hall and let out a sigh of annoyance. “You can never reason with her. Bitch!” Monica grunted as she sprayed the deodorant all over her body, put on her white socks, white panties and bra, light-tan shorts that dropped just below the knees so her awesome calves could still be seen fully, and put on her black dress shirt and headed out.
As she drove to work, she was almost there and due to make it, but felt a tingling inside of her lower belly. “Oh, great!” she complained. Due to Jessica’s unreasonable outrage, Monica had to skip by the bathroom and did not get a chance for a proper show (though, she didn’t smell that bad) but more importantly, her first pee of the day still rested in her bladder with a slight, heavy and heated pressure poking at her waist from the inside. She dug her hand into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat, just to keep herself from becoming desperate and feeling the pee sensation grow. As she went through the last light before work, she looked and saw a fire hydrant open with people cooling off in the water it sprayed. Seeing the spraying water in that force especially made her bladder rock to the left and right just a bit.
She pulled into the diner’s parking lot, and went inside. “Hey Monica,” three workers said as she passed them. She smiled with that adorable smile and waved. A couple regular customers of the many regular customers of this small-town diner waved as well. When she got to the back of the diner which had two bathrooms, one for men, one for women, each with one toilet and sink each, she grabbed the doorknob of the women’s room and tried to turn it. “The hell?” Monica said. Her looked of concern as she tried to turn the jammed knob saw the words: OUT OF ORDER-USE MEN’S, on a sign on the door. She through her arms out to the side and bounced. She forgot, that’s right, they had some problems with the toilet yesterday, it would not flush every time. She turned to the men’s room and grabbed the knob, but it too was locked. She knocked.
“I’m in here,” someone said from the inside. Monica dragged a hand down her face knowing it would be one of those days. Her boss Pete called her saying they needed help with the tables. She was just a bust girl, supposed to setup tables, and clean them after customers were done. But things got so chaotic here what choice was there?
“Be there in a second Pete!” Monica called out to the front of the diner. She had her arms folded across her chest, one leg out as her foot tapped as she tried to focus off her bladder and the slight discomfort in gave her. She gave a bounce up and down just twice, very apart from each other. After a couple minutes she knocked and asked, “Um, I’m sorry, “she blushed, so cute because the poor girl really did feel bad about annoying the occupant. “I’m sorry, but are you almost done?”
“Give me a minute!” the occupant, clearly a man, said. She had not even heard him flush yet. “Isn’t there a women’s bathroom like right there, literally?”
“Sir, um…it’s actually out of order.” This was so embarrassing. Oh, why did Jessica have to be so cruel.
“Jeez. Well, that’s not my problem.” She heard him making a heavy coughing sound.
“MONICA!” Pete yelled.
Monica turned around and bit onto her bottom lip in annoyance. “Man!” Her arms to her side as she gave two big steps with her right foot just to shake off the discomfort. Looks like she would have to hold in her first pee of the day a little longer.
Half an hour had passed, and man, it was almost lunchtime but they had already been crazy busy. Plus, in this state it got hotter earlier in the year, so it felt like a hot summer day in early March. Sun shined through the windows, the only AC in the diner was a fan on the counter, Monica sweated with the other works as she pranced around wiping table one after the other. That half hour felt like only minutes because they were so busy.
Every now and again Monica would look towards the bathrooms and see it either closed, or open with the toilet in view, but while finishing up the table she would be on, another man or woman would go occupy it making Monica whisper, “Shit on a block of shit!” to herself. As her first hour of working was complete, she felt the pressure grow in her bladder a bit more. She took the last sip of orange juice from her glass that she poured because man she was thirsty and didn’t even get breakfast this morning, so her strength was not up to par either. While she was no dancing for her life for the potty yet, it did become noticeably heavy and give a warm, punctured-feeling that made her face twitch, her pretty face frown to each side as she motioned her hips as she bent over the tables and kept her mind off needing to pee. “Man, I better get in there soon.” Monica said looking at the bathroom, whose door opened.
Monica’s heart leaped in joy and relief as she saw she had no tables to work on and could finally pee her brains out. She walked to the bathroom keeping her legs tight towards her crotch and tried to look like she was fine, not giving away her need to go to the public, and passed the old woman who walked out.
“Excuse me dear. Something wrong with the d-.”
“Mhm, yes.” Monica sweated and was a bit jumpy as she turned to the lady and said, “I’ll take care of that in just a sec mam.” Monica ran into the bathroom, shut the door, locked it, and unbuttoned her shorts which let a load of pressure off her bladder ready to leak, and pull them and her pretty white panties with a pink flower on the crotch as design, down. She sat, bare butt, when suddenly her face changed from relief to horror as the bathroom door started to swing open. Monica’s heart stopped as she leaped up and closed it, locking it back up. She sat down again, no pants on, not a drop of pee had left her bladder yet, when the door started to open again, and a couple of cute guys who went to her school sat at a table down the hall and looked at her pants down on the toilet and they smiled like all their dreams come true. Monica on the other hand turned red, shut the door, locked it, but it kept becoming undone. “The hell?!?”
The old lady pushed the door open making Monica yell, “hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!” as she pulled her panties and pants up. She breathed heavy as this was all getting too much for the poor college sweetheart.
“I’m sorry, dear,” the old lady said. “I was saying, the door is broken and won’t stay closed. I had to use my foot.”
“Gotta be…thank you mam. Excuse me.” She went to find Pete as her bladder fought against her will to hold now more than before since she had been so close to peeing and her body was not trying to let that go. She shut her butt cheeks tight, walking with one leg crossing the other, and saw the two guys laugh and whistle as she passed. She shook her head, red and humiliated. “Pete, the bathroom door won’t stay closed.”
“Oh yeah, that happened last week.” Pete reached under the counter and pulled out a pin-looking thing. “Stick this in the front lock. It keeps the lock working. We’ll get that fixed when they come here too. The guys fixing the women’s room.”
Monica took the pin thing, shaking a little, and walked back to the bathrooms where the old lady still stood. What was her deal? She went already. Monica stuck it into the lock, tested it, and the door was fixed. “Thank God.” Monica said, now ready to take a grand pee.
“I’ll say. Thank you, dear!” the old lady said as she closed the door to the bathroom, occupying it.
Monica was only able to throw her hands in the air in a WTF moment. “Are you…” she mumbled and grunted every swear word in the book.
“Monica! Table three. Now!” Pete screamed.
Monica puffed out her cheek and pressed both hands against her crotch. She felt her need serious now as one pulse from her bladder after the other rocked her lower, inner abdomen. She stood at table 3, legs crossed, hands in pockets with her fingers rolling across the outside of her short’s pockets, sweating, and trying to not think about the bathroom and how much she needed it or even how freaking close she was to getting relief a minute ago. It did not help as the customers at the table kept naming different drinks which made her shake her hips back and forth along with her hands doing their thing with the pockets and her crossed legs. She felt her pee trying so hard to escape her body. She felt her belly start to expand just a bit, but pushed against the tightness of her shorts which dug into her and slightly hurt. She winced on her face with the pain it gave, adding pressure to her oh, so full bladder. Seeing Sarah, a waitress, fill a couple at the other table cups with water that poured clear and fresh, seeing and hearing the pouring made Monica shut her eyes and start to bounce.
“Are you ok?” the man at her table said.
“Oh, um, yes, yes!” Monica said, embarrassed. She uncrossed her legs and hands out of pockets which was so bad on her physically, but she took a pad out and wrote down their drinks and food and brought it to the kitchen for order.
Another hour passed. Monica kept trying to get to the bathroom, but each time either her boss or a customer would call her over for something. It was like the whole freaking universe was bent on making her bladder explode. And boy, did it feel like it was going it! As she worked, Monica tried to focus on that instead of her bursting urge to pee. What started as slight discomfort and a small annoyance when she first got here had now become a raging bull that ran and bashed against the inside of her tummy to rip through her skin while popping her bladder. Every pulse felt like a punch to the gut as she kept her legs closed to the top, only walking with little steps, the rest of her legs barely moved as they tried to stay together and hold the tidal wave about to swing out of her urethra.
Monica looked down and was in panic as she saw her tummy had stuck out of the bottom of her shirt a little. The button and zipper of her light tan shorts pressed so hard against it and her crotch, that she felt like she wanted to self-destruct. She shook and shook and could not stand this much longer. “Oh man, I gotta pee already!” she said.
Monica ran, like ran to the back of the diner to where the bathrooms were. Someone had called her like always, but she was ready to explode any second. The thought of having a graphic accident in her pants in her place of work terrified her. All because her stupid roommate stopped her form getting to the bathroom this morning. Once Monica was in sight of the one bathroom, she almost fell dead. One man, and FOUR women stood in line. The guy was in front and had his arms wrapped around himself and seemed tensed as his foot tapped. Behind him was a thin girl, brown hair, in a purple t-shirt and jeans. Her knees were bent a little as she held her crotch and looked terrified at her own impending outcome. Behind her was a tall girl, tan sexy body, brown hair tied-up, wearing delicious short shorts. Her arms were at her sides with fists made as she kept her legs crossed and tight and bounced. Behind her was a jogger who came in a while ago with black tights, tight gray top, and held one hand on the wall to keep herself up as she squirmed in place. Behind her was a woman who had to be in her thirties, short brown hair, tight white pants and shirt and sandals, and had her hands deep in her crotch under her bloated belly. Monica noticed her nametag on her belt and said: DONNA CHANNY. Monica thought she recognized her as a teacher from her old high school.
“Ms. Channy,” Monica said, shaking while trying to be courteous. “What are you doing here?”
Ms. Channy looked up and annoyed. “Trying not to have an accident again, Monica. Oooooh! I need to go really, REALLY BAD!”
Monica remembered. Ms. Channy had an accident when the toilets broke down in high school. She pissed and shit herself in the halls in front of everyone, and was so humiliated she needed to go to counseling to deal with the trauma. Even then, when she came back no one accepted her. Everyone pointed, laughed, Monica didn’t, but man, all Monica could fear in deep terror now was that her life was so close to becoming like that. Especially with a freaking LINE at the BATHROOM!
Monica was about to get behind Ms. Channy as she watched the other girls squirm for their lives as the man took his turn. That’s when she heard, “MONICA!” from Pete, louder and angrier than she ever had before.
“Son of a-!” Monica said, as she raced over to Pete, who was at the counter. “What Pete, what?”
He handed her a bag of garbage. “Please take that to the dumpster out back.”
Monica walked to the back of the diner with it, and that’s when she noticed that back there, no one was in sight. She was out of view. She looked around, and knew no one would notice if she peed behind the dumpster. There really wasn’t a choice at this point. Monica through the bag in, climbed behind the dumpster, tried to unbutton her pants but- “What the?” She pulled at the button, but her tummy had swirled-up so much that it pressed against her zipper and button, and she could not get her fingers in place to undo it so she could take a leak. “Oh, come on, come on, COME ON!” She bent over, head down towards her button, feeling the pressure escalate to new, high levels of agony as her weight pushed up on her bladder. She felt her pee trying to squirt out of her, so she crossed her legs tight. Finally, she got the button undone, zipper down, and belt loose and as she started to pull her pants off-
“Excuse me, miss?!?” Monica jumped around, almost going in her pants as she was face-to-face with an officer of the law. “Something going on here?”
Monica’s heart raced, she sweated so much some dripped into her eyes and burned them. As if she didn’t have enough pain. “Um, I, I, um, I…..I’m sorry oo-f-ficer,” she jumbled her words due to shaking from her explosive bladder. “I j-j-just, got some trash on my pants before and it got caught on my zipper so I tried to get it out.”
The officer seemed to believe her. “Oh, well ok then. My partner went in to grab us some lunch, so we’ll be in our cruiser than for a while scouting the area. Be careful. A thief is on the loose and he’s armed from what witnesses say.
Monica thought, Oh, flipping great! There goes that plan! Monica put on a fake smile, showing her bright, white teeth, and took off inside, waving her adorable good-bye to the officer. She got inside and was about to cry from the terror that was about to unfold in her pants. All these people. Maybe she should get out of here? But they were so busy. But then, hope!
Monica saw all the women in line before were now back at their tables and relaxed, including Ms. Channy who did have a slight damp mark on her crotch though. Better late than never. Monica looked, and saw the free bathroom. She headed to the back, approached the toilet, and that’s when a man in a black, scruffy uniform walked in front of her, into the bathroom, and stuck a hose of some kind down the toilet that she noticed had no water in the bowl.
“What, um?!?” Monica said in fear and agony. “What are you doing?”
“We’re here to fix the plumbing sweetheart. We’ll be done within an hour or so. No biggie.”
Monica’s eyes widened in fear. BOTH BATHROOMS WERE OUT OF ORDER!!!!!! She had no toilet. Her belly showed from under her shirt, pulse after pulse sending shock waves of fire through her body that made her neck twitch and eyes shut. She was so full of pee she felt queasy and thought she might throw up. Her crotch burned and felt like a giant tire of iron dropped on it. She felt like she was going to start whether she liked it or not any second. SPURT! Monica’s heart stopped. She felt her crotch shoot out a small amount of pee and felt her panties become moist which against her bare skin down there only made her want to release her pent-up pee more. “T-t-this c-c-can’t be happening to me!” She stuttered.
Pete called her again. An hour. She would not have a toilet for an hour at most. As she walked back into the diner from the back, she had to walk so slow, and take careful, small steps just to keep herself in control. All she saw and thought as she watched people enjoy their meals, and fellow workers walk around, was the panic that would ensure from the humiliation that was approaching. She was a grown, hard-working woman, and this was not even her fault. Why was this happening to someone so nice? The strength she used to hold in her pee as she brought food to the customers, and bent over to clean up tables, she looked up at the clock swearing an hour went by, but was stunned to see it was only five minutes since she bumped into the plumber in the back. SPURT! Monica froze in terror, in so much pain she closed her eyes tight. She pressed a hand into her crotch, and then noticed her button was undone and zipper halfway down.
She jumped around and tried to pull it up, but pushing against her hardened crotch and belly of massive pee amounts they would not budge. Monica grabbed both ends of the button sides of the top of her shorts and pulled, pulled with all her might, making them slowly move towards each other despite her bloated body enduring more pain from the pressure she put on the sides, and with that she felt a SPURT, crossed her legs tight with one foot rubbing up against the top of the other leg, and RIP!!!!! Her button ripped off the right, top end of her shorts and flew somewhere on the floor. Monica still had her belt on, but it barely kept her shorts up, even with the huge pee gut she now had. Part of her panties showed through the front, and a couple guys with a girl walked by and giggled at Monica’s unfortunate predicament which only made her more nervous, about to have a nervous breakdown. She could not psychologically deal with the extreme pain of holding it in and fear of peeing herself in public.
She looked down and let out a breath of shock as she saw the exposed part of her panties that showed through her open zipper was yellow. The spurt had stained it with pee. She almost saw a couple of drops darker the shorts over her right leg. “Oh God, oh man!” Monica had tears coming out of her eyes as she felt a huge pressure shoot up through her and almost made her gag. “Ooooohohooooo, GOD!” She shrieked. The constant pulses were so powerful and painful she felt she was going to explode in her panties and soak herself any minute. There had to be a way out of this mess.
Monica pulled her keys out of her pocket, ready to drive home to her dorm. But then, she noticed only her car keys were on it. “T-that b-b-bitch!” Monic said, referring to her roommate. It seems Jessica pulled off her dorm key when she threw it at Monica. A sign she doesn’t want her back there. Without the key, she would not be able to get back into her dorm building either.
Pete walked up to Monica and said, “Mon, what’s wro---Whoa!” He said, looking down at her exposed panties, making them both blush, her WAY more than him. He watched her shake like crazy, gagging on her words as she could not control her body anymore. “Would you cover that up!” He grabbed a newspaper off the table and gave it to her to put in front of her crotch. She grabbed it, and her shorts almost fell. She kept a tight grip with one hand, newspaper held in the other. “What’s wrong with you?”
“P-P-PP-P-Pete!” Monica cried. Shaking and crying she said, “I’m g-g-going to p-p-pee my pants. I need to go to the bathroom, now!”
Pete shrugged, not catching on how bad she really did have to go. “Well, the guys are almost done. Give them a few more minutes.”
Monica’s vision became blurry. The tears burned her eyes. The pain so bad she dropped the newspaper and let go of her shorts which made them collapse to her ankles. A few people turned around shocked, and covered their smiles as Monica reached down, and pulled them back up. But the quick movement of bending down to get them caused a SPURT-SPURT! Her knees turned inwards, still shaking without control, gagging, belly pushing more and more outwards against her waist, bladder feeling like it was ripping apart inside of her, her crotch burning as she felt like a truck wheel of fire dropped its weight onto her crotch, trying to push out. She heard people around her say, “was she peeing herself?” She heard giggles. She heard, “Oh my God, she’s having an accident. Ha Ha!”
She heard the plumbers yell from the back that the bathrooms were finished. Monica had no feelings at all except of surviving humiliation. She felt another SPURT, and saw it squirt out of the front of her crotch, and onto the floor. People gasped, and while she tried to move towards the toilets, she was frozen in terror, shaking and crying, not wanting this to happen, but despite how much she pushed into her crotch with her hands, kept her legs crossed, she felt several stream pierces through her crotch like knives.
“Oh my gosh, Monica!” yelled her coworker, Wendy. She was behind Monica, and when Monica looked behind her, she looked down and saw a big damp mark on her ass the whole diner stared at and took their cameras out for.
“Oh…no…” Monica shook, praying and hoping this would just stop, the nightmare she feared would not come true. “Please, no, no, oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OH MY GOOOOODDDDD! PLEASE, DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN-AHHHHHHHH!” she yelled in agony. She felt her bladder rip into pieces inside so painful her legs flipped open from the center and the pee started to shoot out of her like a cannon shot fire. “AHHHHH! PLEASE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Pee streamed out of poor, sweet, innocent Monica’s body so fast and with such force her hands and legs could no longer block it, and only got wet as she bent over to try and plug herself up, but her body had had enough. Her panties were flooded so fast, that pee splashed out of the leg holds on the sides and started to soak her shorts which became so damp, so fast, they latched into her body as if they shrunk. Pee shot out of multiple spots of her shorts because there was so much. Most came out from the bottom of her shorts that flooded her shoes and socks and formed a huge puddle on the diner floor that Pete and Wendy stepped away from. Monica became so red, so embarrassed, so humiliated she could not believe this happened. She did NOT deserve this. Her shorts were sucked into her ass crack as they latched on from becoming soak, pushing her panties into her and causing a massive wedgie to the discomfort to this humiliating situation. But after it went up as far as it would, while her panties stayed sucked into her ass, her shorts became so flooded they became heavy and dropped down to her ankles, causing a huge splash. Monica was pants less, soaked panties on the front, and everyone saw her exposed ass since the back of the panties sucked in it through the crack. After what felt like an hour to Monica, but was just less than a couple minutes, the pee stopped, she was empty, her bladder and pride destroyed.
Monica sunk down to her knees and cried, covering her face with her soaked, pee smelly hands. “Why, why, why!!!!!!” She got up, still crying, and slipped in her own pee. She got up, almost slipping again, and ran out of the diner, and was never seen there again…though, social media made the diner famous for years with its bust girl who busted in the diner all over the floor. Monica was humiliated on a global scale and felt like her stomach was filled with butterflies, and face became bright red and hot from the humiliation as she drove home uncomfortable in her soaked clothes of pee.
Then she remembered. She could not get back in the building. She had no clothes to change into. She tried getting in but no key meant no entry, and she couldn't ask anyone for help because the two people who came out and walked by only laughed. She was trapped. What would she do? All she did was cry so hard, tears flooding her face, and rested her head against the steering wheel in disgrace.
THE END!
Edited June 13, 2018 by Rick Dixon
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During Gem Hunt, Steven and Connie separate from Pearl to explore on their own. They hunker down in a hollowed-out tree as they make camp.
Chapter 1
“The tea’s ready!” Connie said, pouring both her and Steven a mug as they sat down next to each other. Steven took a small sip.
“So, how is it?”
“It’s…bad.”
“Well, yeah,” replied Connie. “It’s not about tasting good, Steven, it’s about surviving The Punishment of Nature!” Connie took a confident sip, and paused.
“On second thought,” she said, reaching back into her bag, “a little flavor wouldn’t hurt. I think I still have these in here…got it!” She pulled out her hand and proffered a handful of tea bags decorated with oranges and lemons.
“Here, let’s put these back in,” she said, both of them tipping the contents of their mugs back into the pot. Connie unpackaged a few tea bags and dragged them slowly through the water. After a minute, a tangy aroma had filled up the nook in which they’d been sheltering.
“Is it ready?” Steven asked. “It smells really good!”
“I know, I can’t wait to try - umm…” Connie cut off and stared at the teapot. “Wait!” she said, “No, this was a mistake!”
All of a sudden, Connie was shuffling about the tree, first yanking the tea bags out of the pot as she dug around in her bag with her other hand. She extracted a wad of tissues, which she wrapped the soaked tea bags in before burying them in a pocket of her pack.
“Connie, are you OK? What’s going on?”
“It’s fine, Steven, I’m just - what was I thinking?” To Steven’s confusion, Connie had poured out a mug of the sweet-smelling liquid, and she gulped it down.
“It’s wilderness survival 101!” she gasped as she poured another mug-full. “Bears, wolves, plus this corrupted gem - who knows if it can smell?” She drank again. “I’m giving away our location to any of them that might be out there!” She was on her third mug now, with the pot steadily emptying. “Don’t worry, Steven, I will take care of this!”
“Connie, it’s OK. I’ll go dump the rest out.”
“It’s fine!” Connie said between sips, a note of franticness still in her voice. “I don’t want to try and take it to a safe distance in this blizzard. This way, the smell is gone.”
She finished the last of the tea, draining off and drinking the last bit of it in the pot before tossing it and the remains of the pine needles she’d been brewing into her pack as well. “There”, she said, relieved. “Now, we aren’t sitting ducks staying here. How’s the weather doing?”
Steven got up, pulled aside a tiny corner of the tarp they’d set up as a barrier to the outside, and turned back.
“Still pretty bad!” he said smiling.
“Then the campout continues!” said Connie.
They passed the next hour on one of Steven’s board games. Connie positioned herself strategically by the flap of the tarp, and took frequent looks out to check on the status of the snowstorm.
At the end of the hour, Connie peeked out for what she realized, embarrassed, was the seventh time in just the last few minutes. She turned back, shifting in her seat. It had taken a few minutes for her to fully settle down after hurriedly disposing of their tea, but now that she had, she could feel signals from her bladder, saying that very soon she’d need to “dispose” of it again.
“Any luck?” said Steven after Connie had turned back.
“Nope, no change yet. I’ll keep checking.”
“Cool. Do you mind if -“ he started, yawning as he stretched his arms over his head, “I take a quick snooze, while we wait for the blizzard to be over?”
“Yeah, no problem! You can definitely count on me!” said Connie, a little overexcited at the prospect of being able to deal with her problem without his knowledge.
Steven smiled. “You’re the best! Wake me if there’s monsters,” he said as he laid down, resting his head on the edge of Connie’s lap.
Connie took a breath, waiting to object to her plans to sneak out being thwarted, but she relaxed when she saw Steven’s peaceful face as he rested his head on her. Taking a book from her bag, she started reading, resolved to keep her mind off her bladder until Steven woke up, the storm passed, and she could take care of business in peace.
Chapter 2
Connie grimaced as she glanced from her book to her watch. A little past 30 minutes. She had counted on Steven being up and her being in the middle of blissfully watering the grass by now. But it was not to be. Steven had taken a few minutes to fall asleep and was still out cold in a pose she found too cute to want to disrupt. Even worse, her routine checks of the weather were to no avail; at one point, she could’ve sworn the snow was whipping about at the fastest pace she’d seen yet.
She had tried to pass her anxious wait reading, but her bladder was occupying most of her focus. Not wanting to jostle Steven from her lap, she had avoided moving her legs - as desperately as she wanted to - and had settled for occasionally holding herself with the hand opposite him. She took another glance outside, hoping something might have changed. She had her muscles tightly clamped shut, but her hold was starting to slip.
Her mind was hardly cooperating. As hard as the blizzard was making it to see outside, every time she peered over at the grove of trees she had noticed nearby, she couldn’t help but imagine jumping out of her hiding spot, racing across to them, tearing down her pants, and squatting as she sprayed a big teapot’s worth of pee out into the snow…
Connie shook off this thought and calmed herself. “You’ve got this,” she thought. “We do whatever the mission requires. Right now, that’s holding in my urine for the proper moment. As long as it takes!” Resolved, she opened her book again, and took a deep, relaxing breath.
Psss! Connie slammed the book shut as she jerked her legs back slightly. It had only been for a moment, but she could feel it - a tiny drop had come out of her.
Steven began to stir from the commotion. Connie thought quickly.
“Oh, you’re up!” she said, gently moving his head off of her and inching her way towards the door, towards somewhere, anywhere she could pee.
“I’m just, um, gonna go check things out. Hold down the fort, OK? Connie started fumbling with the tarp to detach it from the wall.
“Connie? Connie, wait!” said Steven, coming over. “Is it still blizzarding out there?”
“N-no, no way!” Connie replied. “It’s been looking like it’s gonna clear up any moment! I’m just gonna go out and see that the coast is clear.”
Connie had peeled back part of the tarp, revealing the howling vortex of snow that was pressing up against them. Steven started moving the tarp back into place.
“Connie, what are you talking about? You can’t go out there now!”
“But I-“ Connie couldn’t think of anything convincing, and shut the tarp the rest of the way. Standing up now, she was having a hard time standing still. As little as pressing one hand into her bladder had done before, with Steven awake and no way to get relief, the surges of liquid from her bladder made her shiver, and she fidgeted ever so slightly as she walked around the inside of the tree.
“Connie?” asked Steven. “Are you OK?”
Connie blushed at the realization that he’d picked up on her problem. There was no point hiding it anymore.
“I’m so sorry about this, Steven, I just…I really have to use the bathroom.”
“Oh, sure thing!” said Steven. “Look - I’ll make it so I can’t see,” he said, pulling his coat up to cover his eyes. “Or hear!” He placed his hands over his ears, turned, and walked over to the far end of the tree. “Tell me when you’re done, Connie!”
“Steven!” she said. He couldn’t hear her. She walked over and got his attention again. “Steven, I can’t go in here!”
“Why not?”
Connie crossed to her pack, took out a trail guide, and opened to one of many bookmarked pages. She pointed to the diagram on the page. “Urine attracts animals! I won’t jeopardize the mission just because I couldn’t hold it in, like a kid!”
“But I thought you really had to go!”
“I can hold it!” she half-shouted, quickly removing the hand she had subconsciously pressed into her crotch.
“Alright, hold on,” said Steven, walking around the tree. “There’s gotta something else we can do.” He began to dig around in their packs. “Oh, I know! If there’s something we can use so it doesn’t smell so much…” But Connie’s eyes had already seized on something: her empty thermos.
“Steven, that’s it!” said Connie, hurriedly picking up the bottle. She checked that the cap was on tight and smelled the outside of it. “It’s smell-proof! This is perfect!”
Steven stared for a moment. “Well, OK!” he said, turning back towards the far corner of the room. “I’ll be over here!” and he started to cover his ears again.
“Wait, Steven!” said Connie. He turned back around. “Do you think you could help me?”
“W-what? With what?”
“With this!” said Connie, holding up the thermos. “I’ve never really done this before. A second set of hands might make it easier not to get any on the ground.”
Steven looked dumbstruck. “But you’ll be - I’ll see you - I mean I can’t…“
“Steven,” Connie said flatly, “how often are we in the same body together? This is nothing! Don’t you remember that one time we were Stevonnie, and we had to -“
“You said you’d never bring that up!”
“Steven, will you please help me? I can’t hold it in any longer!”
Steven hesitated, then finally walked over. “Alright, I’ll do it.”
Chapter 3
Connie beamed. She handed the thermos to Steven (“Hold this, please!”) as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, and brought them down with her underwear to her ankles.
Steven took a long look. Her girly bits, which were frequently clenching with her attempts to hold in what felt like an ocean of urine, sat below a patch of thin black hair. Steven pried his attention away from them after a second to hear Connie’s instructions.
“I’ll have to use my hands to aim, so I need you to hold the bottle steady. When you’ve got it in place, let me know and I’ll start going. Please hurry!”
Steven uncapped the thermos and brought it close to her lower body. “Where does it come out of?” he asked.
“I…don’t know exactly!”
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know! It’s not like I can see it when I’m going!”
“Then where do I put it?”
“Hold on…” she furrowed her brow in concentration. “OK, I’m gonna let a little bit out, and then put it where it goes. Then let me know! Make sure you move it up a little when I go for real, the flow velocity’s going to go up! OK, ready?”
“R-Ready!”
Connie relaxed her muscles ever so slightly. She bristled at the sensation of her pee starting to travel through her body. She flexed her hold again to stop it, and used her hands to position herself to aim roughly into the bottle. She relaxed more.
Within a second, a thin stream of clear-colored pee flowed out of her, as Connie clamped herself shut again. The tiny trail of pee splashed briefly off the rim of the bottle as Steven repositioned it, catching the rest in the center as they heard it pitter against the bottom. As unbearable as she was finding holding back her urine now, Connie smiled confidently as the two looked at each other, and they both silently nodded. Connie returned her gaze downward.
She relaxed her body again, trying to release her pee as gradually as possible. Just as soon as she started, a stream just as thin as before flowed out of her again, and she watched it travel into the thermos’s center. Even the first twinges of relief were heavenly, as she felt the warm sensation of her crystal-clear pee flowing all the way to its exit.
She let go a little more. The flow intensified, and Steven lifted the bottle up to meet it - and, seeing that he was managing to catch all of it, Connie released completely.
Connie’s flow exploded in volume, as the stream picked up (as Steven followed it) and thickened nearly to the width of a finger. It clattered against the metal bottom of the thermos for a time before changing to a loud splashing as it hit urine instead. Connie closed her eyes as utter relief spread from her crotch all throughout her body. “Ahhhhhhhhh, this feels so much better! Whew!” she added, looking back down at the pee spraying out of her, “I really needed to tinkle!”
Steven blushed. “It looks like it.” He paused. “It smells like tea.”
“I know!” Connie laughed. “And you wanted me to tinkle on the floor! Umm…speaking of - do we have a second one of those?”
“Huh? Oh, right,” Steven said, noticing that Connie’s thermos was almost filled up with her frothing pee. “Hold on - stop it…now!”
Connie squeezed her bladder muscles and her flow trailed off as Steven followed it back to her legs with the thermos, catching the last drops. “Find something fast!” she said.
Steven hurriedly screwed on the cap and placed it down before searching through their packs. Pulling out his mostly-empty water bottle, he carried it back over as Connie danced in place, both hands firmly pressing her crotch now. They both got back in position as Steven re-centered the bottle.
Connie released her pee again as she sighed in relief. It had taken her over a minute to fill the thermos, but she was still spraying strongly as she began to fill the bottle. When the bottle reached its halfway mark she was beginning to worry they’d have to search for a third container, but she shortly felt the pressure in her bladder start to fade, and eventually her stream trailed off. Steven brought the bottle closer as the last of her pee trickled gently out of her urethra, before it stopped.
Steven retracted and capped the bottle as Connie breathed deeply and sighed again. As she did, a final trickle of sprinkled out and wet the ground below her. “Aw man!” she said, smirking. “And we went through all that! Well, it shouldn’t be enough to smell from too far away, anyway.
“Steven, thank you so much. I’ve never had to pee that badly in my life!” Steven smiled, but he was transfixed looking over the bottle that held Connie’s urine.
“It’s so clear!” he said. “And warm!”
“According to The Punishment of Nature, clear pee is the best sign you’re properly hydrated!” Connie said, smiling as she straightened herself up, hands proudly on her naked hips.
“Cool! Does it say anything else about surviving with pee?”
“Yeah, actually,” Connie said. “Let me see that bottle!”
Steven passed it over, and Connie held the warm former contents of her bladder in her hands. Before Steven could react she’d uncapped it, put it at her lips, and taken a swig of her pee.
“Connie, did you just -?”
“Yep! I wouldn’t do it a lot, but you never know when you might need it to survive. And it’s surprisingly OK, considering it tastes like…sort-of salty tea.”
Steven was awestruck as Connie bent down and began to pull up her underwear. “Ah!” she said, stopping. “Right, wiping. Umm, Steven could you hand me something?”
“Like what?”
“Just something I can wipe myself off with? A towel or something?”
“Girls have to do that when they pee?” he said, handing her a tissue.
“Well, yeah, look!” she said, tilting her pelvis towards him. Despite her aiming, flecks of urine coated the outside of her urethra and labia. “See? I’ve been thinking of a way to explain this to you ever since we had so much trouble as Stevonnie -“
“Stop talking about it!”
“Anyway, just keep it in mind next time we’re fused, in case we have to -“
“OK, OK! It comes out of the little hole that’s above the bigger hole! And it makes a mess! I got it!”
Connie wiped herself off, dressed, and when the blizzard subsided they continued on their way.
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Thanks for reading! Feel free to add any requests - for example, if you'd like more w/ Connie vs. making good on that Stevonnie story that gets referenced. |
Spoilers for Danganronpa 1 chapter 3
I'm on a bit of a roll recently, so I wrote something else. Most of the quoted dialogue that isn't about omo is directly lifted from the game, so if it sounds a little awkward, that's why. As usual, any criticism is welcome.
Aoi Asahina just couldn’t fall asleep. How could anyone after being forced to take part in this sick game? She had lost so many people she had once called friends. Sayaka… Leon… Chihiro… Mondo… Just thinking of them was enough to make her tear up.
“I know I shouldn’t cry… but… I’ve had enough. I can’t take it anymore. Getting out of here… anytime soon… it’s… impossible. I can’t let myself think about… how much I want to get out of here, If I keep thinking like that, I might decide to…”
Asahina suddenly sat up in her bed and slapped herself on the cheeks, as if to wake herself up.
“No, I can’t think like that! I need something to distract myself with" she took a second to think before she came up with her solution.
"…Donuts. I need to eat some donuts…! That’ll cheer me up! Glazed donuts, twisty donuts, jelly donuts, cream-filled, donut holes, malasadas…! O god of donuts! I’m praying for a wonderful encounter!”
She suddenly jumped out of bed, got to her feet, and began for the door. However, the sudden movement caused her to realize just how full her bladder was.
“Ooooooh” she groaned as she put her hands in between her legs, but to her surprise, the feeling in between her legs wasn’t the shorts she usually wore.
Asahina looked down and began to blush when she realized that she was about to rush out of her room in nothing but a white tank top and a pair of white panties. She quickly went to her closet and slapped on her red sports jacket and her blue track shorts. After deliberating it for a second, she decided to quickly fix her hair up, just in case she saw anyone. Finally, she swung her door open and entered the hallway.
Outside her door, Asahina saw the portraits of her fellow classmates on the doors of their rooms staring at her, as if they were judging her for breaking the sacred rule they had set themselves and leaving her room at night.
“I’m sorry… please, forgive me for braking the nighttime rule… but right now, for me… donuts are absolutely necessary…!”
She began to make her way to the cafeteria, but with nothing to distract her, she was quickly reminded of her full bladder.
“Ah man, I forgot to go...” she said as she began to look back longingly at her door “No, I’ve already left. I’ll be fine, I just need to grab some donuts, then I can take them to my room and pee. No big deal.” Sticking one hand in her crotch, she continued the trek.
After what felt like hours, Asahina finally saw her destination. During her journey, she had faced a total of 3 leaks, each causing her to fall to the ground and cry, but she was a strong girl. Driven by the quest for the holy donuts, each time she was knocked down, she got back up and continued walking. At this point, she had no hope that she would ever make it back to her room without completely peeing herself, but she was confident, because she had a plan.
“All I have to do is make it to the cafeteria and then go into the kitchen, then I can pee in the sink. Sure, it’s gross, but it definitely beats peeing myself, and it’s not like anyone will be in there this late... at least… I hope.”
Finally, just a few more agonizing steps and she’d be home free, but that’s when she heard it.
*Grr grnnn*
“…Huh?”
*Grn grn grrnnn*
“What’s that sound?” she immediately began looking around for the source of the strange noise.
*Grn grn*
“It sounds like it’s coming from… the bathhouse…”
Completely forgetting about her earlier issues, Asahina made her way towards the bathhouse.
*Grn grrrrnn grrn*
“I’m super scared, but… I-Is…? Is someone there?” she called into the room, but to no answer.
Taking a deep breath, she peered into the bathhouse and saw a strange green light coming from one of the lockers, and inside the light…
“*Gasp*”
Inside the light… was the face of her dead friend Chihiro Fujisaki!
“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”
Asahina let out a blood-curdling scream as she took off running as fast as she could. She reached her room in record pace, swung the door open, jumped inside, and slammed it shut with all her might. Upon reaching safety, her legs gave out with fear, and she slid down her door, landing on her butt. She cringed when she landed, as for some reason, her butt was wet.
“Huh?” she said, confused. “Is this sweat?”
She looked down and noticed that the wetness continued down her legs.
“No, it can’t be sweat… did I pass through some water on the way here? No... that's not water... what is that? What’s weird is that it starts at my crotch and it sort of sme… no”
Her face went red when she realized what had happened.
When she screamed in fear, Asahina had immediately lost control of her bladder, completely soaking her shorts with piss, and now she was sitting in her wet shorts, more disappointed in herself than sad.
After taking a second to let her adrenalin from what had just happened die down, she entered her bathroom, skipping the toilet she didn’t need to use anymore, peeled off her shorts and panties, and took a shower to help hide her shame.
In the morning she told everyone what had happened and what she had seen, conveniently skipping the part where she peed herself. |
Wednesday
He woke up with the feeling that he’d missed something. He tried to think of what it might be, and yesterday fell on him.
He’d spent a worried evening giving Meagan space, which meant he wasn’t around her but he wasn’t doing much of anything beyond stewing over her final words. Finally he’d dropped off to sleep, but now that he was awake, he guessed he wouldn’t be able to get to sleep again.
He tried for a few minutes anyway, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. But he was way too uneasy, and too restless, so soon he gave up and got up. Being careful not to wake Mitchell, he pulled on some clothes and slipped out into the hall.
Meagan was sitting by his door, head down on her knees, arms hugging her legs.
He sat down next to her and put an arm around her. She didn’t look up, just leaned against him.
“Do you usually lock your door at night?’ she murmured into her legs.
“I don’t. Mitchell must have. Have you been out here long?”
“Just a few minutes. I knocked. Don’t know if you heard that.”
“I think that must have woken me up.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. You wanna come in, get some sleep? I’m guessing you walked all night.”
“Sure did. What time is it?”
“Going on 6.”
“Nah, I don’t think I could get to sleep fast enough to make it worthwhile. Not when I have to get up again in for breakfast in a couple hours.”
“Just sleep. You need it.”
“I’m really tired but I’m really hungry, too.”
“Let’s go to Sun’s Up. I’ll pay,” he added, quickly.
She finally put her head up at that. “Yeah, I’d like that,” she said. “Just gimme a minute.” She slid her arms around him and hugged him hard, hard enough to make his ribs nervous. He kissed her hair.
After a minute of that, as she said, she got herself up. He slipped back into his room for keys, better clothes, and his wallet. They walked out into the chill of the spring morning to Meagan’s car, and drove to Sun’s Up, in silence.
The 24-hour diner was never totally empty, but at 6am it was close. “What would you like?” the waitress asked.
“Anything but waffles,” Meagan said, with surprising fierceness.
“Maybe pancakes?” the waitress asked, warily.
“Sure. And some pitch-black coffee, please.”
Parker ordered for himself and when the waitress had left, he carefully asked, “Waffles?”
“My family’s go-to ‘special breakfast meal’ of choice.”
“I’ll make you pancakes whenever you like.”
“Thanks, hon.”
They sat in silence. Meagan’s coffee came. She drank it gratefully.
“You wanna talk?”
“Yeah. I’m just working up to it,” she said. Deep breath. “So you know how my uncle is. Pretty religious. Pretty strict. Well, he can’t stand lying, either.”
“Right there with him on that much.”
“Sure. Sooooooo… my mom told my uncle that I lied about the price of school. Told him it’s actually cheaper than I said. He thinks I’ve been stealing the extra money. And she told him I’m sleeping with someone.”
“That’s crazy!”
“I am sleeping with someone, lover. You, to be specific.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean that part.”
“Yeah, but here’s what’s so sneaky about it: I can’t really tell my uncle that my mom’s lying about half of what she told him. Especially when he’d still be furious even if he believed me.”
“Why would your mom lie?”
“I still don’t know for sure. But I think… I think she wants me to come home. If I finish school, I can go anywhere. If I don’t, I have to go home. I’ll be stuck there. And then my dad has two targets instead of one. Takes some of the heat off of her.”
“If it’s that bad, wouldn’t she want you to get out?”
“I'd really rather not analyze my mother right now, mmmmmmmmmkay?”
“Sorry.”
She stared down into her coffee for a long beat. “Anyway. So my uncle says he won’t pay another penny to have me go here. And without him—I can’t afford to come back. Which means I’d lose you.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Parker said. “Hey, Meagan, don’t—I mean—look at me, Meagan. Look at me.”
She stared at him glumly over the rim of her cup.
“Don’t give up so fast, mmkay? We’ll figure something out. I could visit, or…”
“I am not letting you anywhere near my family.”
“—Okay, so not that, but… well… something. You’re not alone, all right? You’ve got people who can help.”
“Thanks, hon, but I’d basically need a full ride. Or take out a huge-ass loan that I wouldn’t be able to pay back for years. I mean, I’m already gonna have to do that for grad school… if I get into grad school… I just don’t see it happening.”
“Well, ask first, mmkay? Don’t just give up.”
She stared down into her mug again.
“Promise me you’ll ask about it,” he said.
“I will,” she said quietly.
“Ask Dr. Vince. That’s the kind of thing advisors are supposed to help you with.”
“Dr. Vince,” she said, with a mirthless chuckle.
“Well, maybe he can’t help you, but he’ll know someone who can!”
“Look, Parker,” she said, “even if I somehow swung the money, my family obviously doesn’t want me coming back here. And my uncle obviously won’t want you in the picture.”
“So?”
“So what?”
“You’re twenty-one. You are totally an adult. You can do what you want. Go other places. Do other things.”
“I can’t just turn my back on my family, Parker.”
“Even if that means they’ll stab you in your front instead?”
She glared.
“I'm just saying!”
“If my uncle wanted to get me fired from Camp Graham, he could. I could lose my job, Parker, along with everything else.”
“Yeah, everything else: all your dreams. All your hopes.”
“And you, too,” she reminded him.
“I don’t care about that right now,” he said.
“Really?” She crooked a skeptical eyebrow upward.
“Maybe a bit. But right now this is more important. I love you. I can’t stand watching you just give up on everything you’ve wanted, everything you’ve worked for.”
“Dear god, you’re serious,” Meagan said.
“Um. Yeah?”
“You’d break up with me if you were in the way of my plans?”
He swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I would. Because I love you and I love what you can do and I don’t want to get in the way of you doing it.” Then he shook his head. “But I don’t think I am in your way. I think you’re in a real tough spot but I think we can find some way that you can stay here. I don’t wanna give up on that.”
He held out his hands to her, resting palms up on the table. Meagan carefully set her coffee mug down and took his hands in hers.
“Parker,” she said, “you’re grown.”
“Huh?”
“That was a seriously mature and respectful and loving thing you said just now. I kinda figured you were just in denial because you didn’t want to lose me. But you’re serious.”
“Yeah.”
She picked his hands up, bent forward, kissed them.
“Thank you,” she said. “I don’t know what we can do. I don’t know if there’s anything we can do. But I’ll try. For you.”
“Aw, shit, no no no,” Parker said, then realized he’d spoken a little loudly in the just-starting-to -fill-up restaurant and brought his voice down. “Try for you. For us.”
“I’ll try for you and for me and for us. All at once.”
“Good. Good!”
“But I do wanna make this real clear,” she said. “This might not work. So what I wanna do is spend as much time with you as I can.” She swallowed. “If I’m gonna lose you at the end of this semester—well, I wanna make the semester as good as I possibly can. Regardless of what goes down.”
Then the pancakes came. |
Still Wednesday
Parker saw very little of Meagan the rest of that day—not even at Ultimate practice, despite the Spring Break tournament looming the next week. He told the rest of the team what had happened, as best he could, to universal dismay and sympathy. Many people asked if his birthday/Spring Break kickoff party was still on. He said he didn’t know.
He didn’t see her at dinner, either. He sat in his room and tried to get work done, which didn’t work well. Mitchell listened sympathetically and tried to give him space.
Parker called his parents. His father listened sympathetically and told him he was doing the best he could in a bad situation.
Meagan came to his room after dark. Mitchell was hard at work at his computer, so they went out to the lobby and curled up together on one of the couches.
“So what did you find out?” Parker asked.
“Well, I talked to Dr. Vince. I was right, he was pretty useless.”
“Aw, man…”
“No, it was still a good thing. Professor Stoltz came by and asked what was wrong and she had a lot of good ideas.”
“Oh?”
“Well, for one thing she knew about a scholarship for psych majors that I could apply for. She said it was a little late but she knew somebody on the committee and I might be able to turn in my application anyhow. So I wrote that up during dinner and sent it to her.”
“Well hey. That’s something!”
“Yeah… I’m not really holding my breath but it’s something. And I talked to Linda Bonham, the registrar—do you know her?”
“Just by sight.”
“She was real helpful. She said there were a few things she could try. She even offered to talk to my uncle and set him straight about the real tuition cost.”
“Hey, that’s awesome!”
“I know. I don’t think he’ll change his mind, not since he thinks I’m basically a whore now, but I said yes, please call him.”
“Good.”
“So we’ll see what happens next.”
“Mmmhmm.—The team missed you at practice today.”
“Aww, shit.”
“A lot of people wanna know if we’re still doing the party on Friday.”
“Oh, shit, the party… I am so sorry, lover, I can’t even think that far ahead right now.”
“It’s okay.”
“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” she said. “You know how.”
“Thanks. But I’m still mostly worried about you, right this minute.”
“I know. And you’re so sweet. But like I said, I want these next few weeks to be as good as we can make them. So I don’t know about the party, but the other part of your birthday: yes. Definitely yes. For sure.”
They cuddled on the couch for the next little while.
“You wanna spend the night?” Parker asked. “Nothing special. Just sleep. Which you need.”
“Yeah. I think I’d like that—if Mitchell’s okay with it.”
“Let’s ask.”
As they walked into the room, Mitchell swung around on his chair. “There you are, good,” he said. He held out a piece of paper.
“What’s this?” Parker asked.
“I got in touch with your roommate Dacy,” Mitchell said to Meagan, “and with a few other important people, and worked this out.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a schedule of when either this room or your room will be free,” Mitchell said, “for the rest of the week. With everything that’s going on, I wanted to give you as much alone time as I could.”
“Oh my dear sweet lord, this is amazing,” Meagan said. “This is the best calendar-based present I have ever gotten in my whole life, I swear to god. It’s so tidy, it’s like—wait, did you use a ruler on this?”
“If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing ridiculously well.”
“Thank you so much!”
“I regret to inform you that I have a test tomorrow and so I can’t sleep somewhere else tonight…”
“It’s all right. We were hoping to sleep here tonight—but just sleep.” Meagan yawned for emphasis.
“Not a problem. You’re entirely welcome,” Mitchell said.
“C’mere, I’ve got to give you a hug for this. How hard did you work on this, really?”
“Well, procrastination is a hell of a drug.”
Meagan laughed. “Thank you for that image. I don’t think I’ve laughed since…”
“I know.”
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Thursday
They crashed early that night, all three of them sleep-deprived. Meagan slipped out early to change clothes and get back to work on her own projects. It was a busy day for Parker, too, and so he didn’t see her until after dinner again. But when he did, he had some good news of his own.
“I told the team that you weren’t up for hosting the party,” he said, “and Josh just said, ‘We’ll take care of it,’ and now the party’s happening out at Wyeth Hall and everybody’s gonna chip in for food.”
“Oh, wow, our team is amazing,” Meagan said. “I’m so glad. And that won’t change our plans much.” She held up Mitchell’s schedule. “We’ll actually have our choice of rooms tomorrow night.”
“What about tonight?”
“Hon, I’m not sure…”
“Just for make-outs and back rubs.”
“Oh! Well, in that case…” She consulted the calendar. “Looks like Dacy’s out for another couple hours.”
He did coax her shirt and bra off, but just for the massage. Still, he was a little hard when he lay down next to her after finishing up—he did find her back remarkably sexy.
“Tomorrow,” she whispered. “I promise.” |
Friday
Meagan woke early. She kissed him awake and—heedless of Dacy in the bed on the other side of the room—whispered “Tonight’s the night, lover. Meet me at lunch?”
“I can do that.”
“’Kay, good. Now I’m going to the bathroom. Just thought you’d like to know that.”
“Thanks.”
But he went through the morning with far more worry than arousal.
He looked for her at lunch, wondering what her plan was, but she didn’t show up until well into the lunch hour. She kissed him, set her bag down, and went off to fetch food and drink. When she came back, she hoisted her thermos toward him, as if toasting him. “Wanna know what’s in here?” she asked.
“Tea?”
“Oh yeah.”
Still, she seemed pretty distracted. It was a quiet lunch, just the two of them, eating by themselves in a corner of the dining hall, as the room filled with goodbyes—just for Spring Break, of course, but every time they heard the word, it sounded far more final to their ears.
“I’ll finish this during my last class,” Meagan said, hoisting the thermos again, “and then I’ll be ready for the party.” She pecked him on the cheek and hurried off.
With all the turmoil in his mind, Parker watched her go, trying to memorize every scrap of her. Time seemed to slow as he watched. Start with her feet and the beat-up old sneakers she wore until they completely fell apart. It wasn’t warm enough for shorts yet, not here (in Savannah over the break it would be just fine), so she wore jeans, almost as worn out as the shoes, loose and not constricting but not baggy either—fitted just well enough to tell that there was actually a pretty fine butt underneath them. He watched that butt twitch as she strode away. Then a sweatshirt (one of hers, for once), also a little tattered around the edges, and currently hiding most any hint of breast. Her touch-of-red-amidst-the-brown ponytail bounced across her shoulders. He wished he could see her freckles.
He suddenly realized, with a wave of guilt, that he’d always taken her choice of clothing to be a “Hi, I don’t care” kind of attitude, one that he’d always found much more sexy than miniskirts and plunging necklines. And truly, she fit right in on campus, where he’d seen many a girl wearing torn-up jeans as the height of fashion. But add in her troubles, and suddenly she just looked poor.
Of course she would hate him for feeling sorry for her, so he tried not to. After all, she’d gotten this far. But as she vanished around a building he wondered: what else had he overlooked, misinterpreted, taken for granted?
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“I think we need to change the plan a little,” Parker pointed out as they walked to Wyeth Hall, out past the back parking lots.
“Hmm?”
“We had a plan. You were gonna give me a signal and we were going to slip out of the party, go back to our room, and…”
“Oh—yeah, I guess we did have a plan…”
“Did you ever work out signals?”
“Not really.” She thought for a second, then shook her head. “I was gonna be all clever and secret-agent-y, but I can’t think tonight. Just watch me. When I’m starting to squirm, there’s a reason for it. And when I tell you it’s time to go, it’s time to go.”
“Got it.”
Wyeth Hall was the newest dorm on campus. Its kitchen/lobby area was massive and sprawling and immaculate, in comparison to the Bryant kitchen where Parker and Meagan had spent so much time over Thanksgiving. The whole Ultimate team fit quite comfortably and the food was fine—even if it was mostly pizza, provided by Josh with a few dollars chipped in by everyone else. There was also beer, and both Meagan and Parker drank a couple. There was music, and some dancing, and a lot of laughter.
But there was an undertone through the whole party, a pervasive sense of Are they having fun yet? Does Meagan look happier now? Can we chill, or do we need to do more…?—in a phrase, “Trying too hard.”
So they ate and drank, and danced and laughed, and if it had been a normal party that might have been just what they needed. But instead the whole team seemed to be watching them and jumping in at the slightest sign of sadness, or even of boredom. And so every lull in the party instead became a crisis that the team leaped into action to do something about, and that simply served as a reminder of what was looming over them.
On the bright side, Meagan never lacked for drinks. By Parker’s count she knocked back two beers, a can of pop, and some water. He didn’t know if she’d peed out the black tea earlier, or if she’d even finished her thermos. He didn’t care; after nearly four 12-ounce cans of fluids, she’d have to pee sooner or later.
It seemed the answer was “sooner.” Even as she cracked open the second beer she started to shift in her seat. When she finished that and replaced it with a near-equivalent of water, she was restless. And by the time the water was gone she had her legs crossed. He stuck close to her after that—but somehow his attention was still on something else when she leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Time to go, hon.”
They made their apologies and farewells quickly. But somebody had the bright idea to sing “Happy Birthday” to Parker, and so it still took a minute or two to get out the door and headed up the path back to Bryant Hall and Meagan’s room.
Wyeth Hall was the newest dorm on campus and therefore the furthest away from everything. This wasn’t saying much—it was still a fairly small campus—but they still had to walk the length of the Athletics Building, and up to the little parking lot between that and Bryant, and then around to Bryant’s front door. And halfway along the first step of this, in full view of the (virtually empty) weight room, Meagan stopped for a minute to go into lockdown.
“I may have gone a little too far, hon,” she said. “Think we can fuck fast?”
“Probably.”
Somewhat to Parker’s delight, she had to stop again twice, once right in front of the Athletics Building front door, the second at the near corner of Bryant. The second time, she not only stopped to lock down, she bent over a little, leaning one hand on the wall, and crossed her legs. She said nothing, but she was breathing a little fast.
There was the usual fumbling with the ID card at the door, complicated by the fact that her card was now nearly three years old and starting to fall apart. It took three swipes, and that was two more Meagan wanted. She swore a little at the second mis-read, legs going crossed again. When the door finally clicked unlocked, she pulled it open—but remained motionless for a moment, her face blank and her muscles taut with strain, until she trusted her bladder to behave itself a little longer. Parker took this all in, pulse climbing, but her silence and the look on her face sent a warning chill through him.
But then the door to her dorm opened to her key, and then closed behind them, and she turned to kiss him. “I hope you’re ready,” she whispered. “I can’t hold it much longer.”
“When you say it like that, I’ll be ready pretty quick,” he said, unzipping.
“Let me put it this way,” she said, slightly muffled as she tried to pull her sweatshirt and her t-shirt off both at once. “I wish I could do a sexy striptease for you, but I am runnin’ out of time…”
“Are you okay?” he asked. Something in her voice was bothering him. “We don’t have to do this.”
She managed to get her t-shirt off at last. She pulled him to her, pushing her breasts in their silky red bra against him, and kissed him fiercely. “I want you in me,” she whispered in his ear. “I want you in me so bad. And not just so I can pee afterward. But I really really really gotta go, so I want you in me now.”
“Aren’t we gonna need to warm up a little first?” Parker said—but his cock was already reacting to her words.
“I’ll need a bit,” she said, unfastening her bra, “but I’m gettin’ there.”
She stripped off her shoes and socks and pants next, but left her panties on for a moment longer “to help me hold. You know how hard it gets to hold it when you’re naked.” Instead she pulled out the vibrator—on the lowest possible setting—and applied it to the silky fabric. Parker stripped in a hurry as she did so.
“I can barely take this,” she said quietly over the low hum of the toy. “Can you grab a towel? I’m kinda scared I’m gonna leak.”
He laid a spare towel across the bed, then grabbed the bottle of lube. He used a little more than usual, not quite trusting that thirty seconds of vibration would be enough to get her truly ready.
She squirmed out of her panties, one hand wedged between her legs as she tried to get them off one-handed. He came to her rescue with his non-lubricated hand, and between them they got her all the way naked.
“How do you want to…?”
“I’d better be on top,” she said. He lay back on the towel. She straddled him—and immediately got back off. “Can’t do that,” she said, holding her crotch again. “Let’s try from behind…”
She got down on her knees and elbows, so she could either hold herself with one hand or run the vibrator with the other, and Parker positioned himself behind her. She was clenched so tightly it was hard for him to get in, especially being so extremely well-lubed. But with a little perseverance he managed to get into her.
“Oh holy fuck,” Meagan said as he slid in. “That feels amazing but I just about pissed the towel.”
“You feel amazing, too,” he said. He’d never felt her so tight, not even the other times they’d had sex while she was desperate.
“Don’t hold back,” she said. “I want all of you. I want you to truly fuck me. I want you to fuck me like it’s the last night on earth.”
“Are you sure?” he said.
“Sweetie, when a girl says she wants you to fuck her like it’s the last night on earth, she means it.”
He stepped up his pace. Emotions flooded him. Is this really our last time? It couldn’t be, not even if she can’t come back…
“Harder,” she said, somewhat muffled, face in the blanket. “Harder.”
He thrust harder and deeper, wondering at her muscles, tightly aroused by her strength and her desperation and her asking for more. Wondering how she could manage to still hold on. Wondering why he hadn’t come yet, considering all that.
Meagan whimpered.
It was not a moan. It was not a sigh of pleasure. It was definitely a whimper of panic. He realized she didn’t have the vibe going any more; she was cramming her whole fist into her crotch, on beyond locked down and trembling now.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Keep going,” she said, but there was something in her voice. He knew what she sounded like when she was screaming with sex and begging for more. This was something else. And it was raw. She sounded… scared.
He pulled out. Her tight-clenched muscles practically forced him out, the last inch.
“I’m sorry,” he said—just as she said, “I’m sorry.”
Nervous chuckles.
“I can’t do it,” he said. “You’re not having fun, are you.”
She sat up, still gripping her crotch. “Um. No.” She blinked several times, rapidly—was she crying?—and said, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I just can’t hold it any more, not when you’re fucking me.”
“Just go, love,” he said.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Want the trash can?”
“Can’t, we ran out of bags… Oh shit, it’s coming out!” She looked around the room wildly—then simply grabbed the towel with her free hand, jumped off the bed, and rammed the wadded-up terrycloth between her legs.
“I’ll just let a little out…”
“Nope,” Parker said. “Let it all go. All of it.”
She didn’t say anything, but she kept peeing.
The balled-up towel held a remarkable amount. Parts of it were clearly soaked, but not all. Meagan tried to re-wad it so the drier spots were on the outside. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed heavily, shaking uncontrollably. He wrapped her in his arms. “It’s okay, love, it’s okay,” he said.
“How is this okay?” she asked. “How is any of this okay? I wanna make love to my boyfriend, is that so much to ask? But no, my fuckin’ family has to ruin that too!”
“Hey.” He found her mouth and kissed her. Then again. “You can. You will. But not this way.”
“I am so, so sorry.”
“Sorry that you held it as long as you could? Sorry that you tried to do the absolute best to please me? Don’t be.”
“Sorry that I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t hold it. I just was tryin’ to keep my promise…”
“I know. Someday. But not now. Your head’s all over the place, so your heart’s not in this.” He kissed her again and again. In between he said, “You can fuck me like crazy any day. Today we gotta look after you first. Pee first. Tears next, I think…”
And with that she broke down and just bawled. He held her, rocking gently, stroking her hair, until her sobs tapered off.
“Thank you,” she whispered, and sniffed.
“It’s what I do.”
“I know. That’s why I wanted to hold onto you. That’s why I wanted your birthday to be special…”
“No. No past tense, lover. Nothing’s past about us.” He kissed her. “You remember that bit in Lord of the Rings? ‘“Don’t you lose him, Samwise Gamgee,” and I don’t mean to’? Well, I don’t mean to.”
She smiled, sadly, through teared-up eyes. “Yeah, that’s just about the geekiest thing you could have done right now. Especially with the Sean Astin impression.”
“Thank you. I try.”
“And you succeed.” She rested her head against his shoulder. He nuzzled her as she kept talking. “So I don’t know if we can make it, hon. I just don’t. But you’re inspiring me. I won’t give up without a fight. Not if you won’t.”
“And I won’t.”
“I know.”
They cuddled until he realized she was shivering. “You wanna get under the covers?” he said.
“Not until we’ve fucked,” she said.
“That can wait.”
She looked him fierce in the eye. “I said I wanted you to fuck me like it’s the last night on earth. I still want that.”
“You’re sure.”
“Every inch of me wants every inch of you.”
He kissed her. He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, tasting the salt of her tears. He kissed her neck and felt her shiver. He kissed her freckled shoulders, her areolas, her hips. When he slid his tongue between her legs she lay back and twined her fingers through his hair. After a few minutes she pushed him away—more roughly than usual.
“What did I do wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she said, “but I want you somewhere else.” She rolled over onto her hands and knees again.
Not long later:
Her knuckles were white as she clawed and clenched at the sheets and blankets. Her breath was ramping up through “panting” to “hyperventilating,” and she gave little cries, of grief or desire or hope or all at once he could not tell. He could not tell because he was pumping hard, eyes closed, hanging on to her hips to keep from falling out or falling over. Holding on to her hips so he wouldn’t lose her. He wasn’t thinking any more, just feeling, feeling the anguish and the fear, feeling her blissful body working so well with his, a beautiful hungry rhythm. He shifted one hand to her shoulder to get even better leverage as he thrust as deep as he could. She turned her head to kiss his fingers. He came like a starving man: blissed but feeble. She came almost in passing.
Not long later:
They lay together, not wanting to let go even for the clean-up.
“We should pee,” she mumbled. “After a fuck like that, I’m so gonna get a UTI if I don’t pee. And I kinda have to go again anyway…”
“Go ahead.”
“I don’t wanna let go of you.”
“I’ll come with you. I should go, too.”
“I don’t wanna move.”
He rolled over, grabbed the towel off the floor. She kissed him, weakly, wearily, and got herself to the edge of the bed. She squatted, holding herself up with one arm—“I don’t trust my legs”—and holding the towel to her with the other. Parker squatted in front of her and added his own stream to the towel. She leaned forward and kissed him, tenderly.
The towel hit the floor with a splat. They held each other, crouching on the floor, trembling.
“It’s never been like that before,” Parker whispered.
“No. Not with you. ...Or anyone else, really.”
“What did we just do?”
“Whatever it was,” Meagan said, “the real question is, ‘What are we gonna do now?’”
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That's all there is in this one, folks. Next one's coming. After that ...we'll see.
Edited June 23, 2018 by Weasel
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A cool breeze filled the air as a horse-drawn cart made its way down a dirt path. The man at the reigns was twenty-five-year-old Kraft Lawrence, a traveling merchant. Sitting on the bench next to him was his traveling companion Holo. While to most people she looked like a normal fifteen-year-old girl, she was anything but. In truth, Holo was actually a six-hundred-year-old elephant-sized wolf who could take human form, although her ears and tail remained visible. They had first met in the town of Pasole, where Holo was worshiped as a harvest deity. However, due to the townsfolk beginning to forsake her, she wanted to leave for her original home. Lawrence helped her escape while promising that he would help her get back home. The two had been traveling together ever since.
As the two made their way through the countryside, Holo was brushing the tail that she was very proud of. “This wind is making the fur on my beautiful tail stand up,” grunted Holo as she did her best to keep the fur nice and tidy. After a few more minutes of trying to keep her fur down, she eventually gave up. “How vexing,” she complained as she put her comb away.
“Even with the wind, your tail still looks beautiful,” smiled Lawrence. In the months that he had been traveling with her, he had learned that it was best to compliment her in situations like this or risk hearing her complain.
“My tail is truly glorious,” agreed Holo as she playfully tickled Lawrence’s cheek with her tail. “Have you ever seen such a soft and smooth coat as mine?”
“Can’t say that I have,” replied Lawrence as he looked at the fluffy appendage. “I bet it would fetch a hefty profit.”
“You shall do no such thing!” retorted Holo as she grabbed her tail and yanked it away. “Tis money the only thing you think about?” she asked as she cradled her tail.
“No, I think of other things as well.”
“Like what?”
“I think about getting you back for all the times you teased me,” laughed Lawrence. His laugh was quickly silenced by an elbow to the ribs. “Owww.”
“Your joke was not funny,” whimpered Holo, as she buried her face in her tail. Her voice sounded as though she were about to cry. “Would you like it if I said that I was going to sell one of your body parts?”
“I guess I wouldn’t,” answered Lawrence, now feeling ashamed of himself. “Look, I was just joking. I didn’t think you would take it so personally.”
“Well I did,” mumbled Holo through her tail.
Lawrence turned his head away from her and said, “I’m sorry. I went too far.”
“Yes, you did,” agreed Holo.
Lawrence scratched his head as he thought about what to do. “Would it make you feel better if I bought you something when we get to the next town? It wouldn’t go against the debt you already owe.”
“Could it be anything I want?”
“As long as it is within reason.”
“I want apples,” mumbled Holo. Apples were one of her favorite foods. In fact, she could eat many of them in one setting
“But you already have a sack of them in the back of the cart,” said Lawrence. “Do you really think you need more?”
“But you said I could have anything I wanted,” sniffled Holo.
“Fine,” relented Lawrence. “I’ll get you more.”
“The nice juicy ones?” she asked
“Yeah, the nice and juicy ones,” agreed Lawrence.
“You truly are a nice man,” chuckled Holo. As Lawrence turned his head, he saw that Holo was grinning from ear to ear. Once again, he had fallen for one of her tricks.
“I can’t believe you tricked me,” cried Lawrence, his face flush with embarrassment.
“Tis your own fault for being so gullible,” smiled Holo. Lawrence watched as Holo got up from the bench, and pulled back the tarp covering the cart. She then reached into the back of the cart, opened a large sack and pulled out an apple. As she took a bite, she said, “Be sure to keep your promise.”
“I will,” grumbled Lawrence as he stared at the dirt path straight ahead. All the while, he was thinking about how much the apples were going to cost him.
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Roughly an hour later, Lawrence pulled the cart off to the side of the road. Holo was no longer on the bench beside him. After gorging herself on some of the apples in the sack, she had crawled underneath the tarp in the back of the cart for a nap. On the floor where she had been sitting were ten apple cores. “What a gluttonous wolf,” he whispered to himself as he slowly got down from the cart to stretch his legs. He grabbed the cores and brought them over to his horse. As the horse chowed down on the remains of the apples, Lawrence felt the call of nature. Looking around, he saw that his surroundings was pure grassy countryside with no trees, bushes, or large rocks in sight. While he didn’t mind going outside, he thought that it would be embarrassing if somebody happened to come by and spot him relieving himself out in the open. Deciding that there was not much alternative, he walked over to the side of the cart opposite of the road. After making a quick check to make sure nobody was around, he set to work. Suddenly a rustling noise came from the back of the cart. Before Lawrence had time to react, Holo popped up from underneath the tarp. They were now face to face. Lawrence’s face went beet-red.
“What is the matter?” asked Holo as she looked at his red cheeks. “Is there something wrong with the cart?” As she looked down, she noticed something poking out the top of Lawrence’s pants. It took her a couple seconds to realize what was going on. “What are you doing?” she asked inquisitively as she continued to stare at it.
“I felt the urge to go,” replied Lawrence as he shifted his body away from Holo. “Now could you please turn away. I can’t go with you watching.”
“You humans are so strange,” noted Holo, as she tried to get a better view. “Wolves and other creatures have no problem urinating where they stand regardless of who or what might be watching, yet you humans get so flustered the moment you think that somebody is watching. Why is that?”
“I don’t know,” replied Lawrence, doing his best to keep what little composure he had left, “that’s just the way it is. Can you honestly tell me that you would have no problem going out in the open where someone might see you?”
“Why would I have a problem?” asked Holo. “I have spent centuries living in the wheat fields of Pasole. When I had to pee, I would pee where ever I happened to be when I felt the need. In fact, if I had to go this second, I would likely get down from this cart and join you.”
“That’s very funny,” blushed Lawrence as he looked away. “You’re just trying to get me back for teasing you earlier.” Suddenly he felt warm breath near his cheek. As he turned his head, he saw that Holo was now centimeters from his face.
“I was not joking,” said Holo, a serious expression on her face. Lawrence watched as Holo slowly stood up and began pulling down her pants.
Holo had only managed to pull them down an inch or so before Lawrence screamed, “Stop that!”
Suddenly Holo burst out laughing. “Did you honestly think that I was serious?” She laughed so hard that tears formed in her eyes. “The look on your face is priceless.”
“So you were just joking about peeing next to me?” asked Lawrence.
“Of course,” laughed Holo. She then placed her fingers under his chin and said, “However, I would do it if you really want me to.”
“Okay, I get it,” stuttered Lawrence. “Now can you please look the other way or something. I really need to go.”
“Well I guess it cannot be helped since you are still but a child,” teased Holo.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Simply that you are a child for being so discomforted by something as trivial as preserving your modesty. It is quite laughable really.”
Holo’s statement caused something inside Lawrence to snap. “Fine, I’ll show you that I don’t need my modesty.” Holo watched as Lawrence repositioned his body so that she had full view of what he was about to do. A few seconds later, a stream came down, splashing the dirt and grass below.
As she sat there watching it, she found that the desire to go as well was beginning to take root. They had been on the road since dawn and from the position of the sun in the sky, Holo guessed that it must be around midday, maybe a little later. In all that time, she had not gone once. While in her wolf-form she could easily hold it for a long duration of time, but when she was in her human form her ability to hold it was still impressive but not nearly as great. In her human form, she could hold it maybe half a day or more, however not nearly that much time could have passed since she had last gone. It didn’t occur to her at the time that the juice from the apples she had eaten was the cause of her bladder’s growing discomfort.
“Hey Holo,” said Lawrence, his words making Holo lose her train of thought. “In all seriousness, we are a bit behind schedule and to make up for that, I don’t plan on stopping again until the sun sets. If you need to go, I suggest you do it before we take off.”
“I don’t have to go right now,” answered Holo. While she didn’t mind peeing within view of Lawrence, she found it too bothersome to get out of the cart and force herself to go when she really didn’t have to go all that bad. She figured that she could wait until they stopped to set up camp for the night. Little did she know how wrong she was.
“Are you sure?” asked Lawrence as he finished up and walked towards the front of the cart. “You say that now, but it would be a real bother to have to stop later. Why don’t you just go now?”
“Look Lawrence, I am not some pup who needs to be told when and where to relieve herself,” said Holo indignantly. “I am Holo the Wise Wolf. I am perfectly capable of deciding when I need to pee and where I should do it. Now if you excuse me, I am going to go back to my nap.”
“Alright,” relented Lawrence as he got back in his seat. “Just don’t come complaining to me when you need to go.”
“I will not,” said Holo. As she began moving some stuff around, she noticed a strange looking pot. She picked it up in her hands and began examining it. The outside of it was covered with elaborate carvings. From the look and smell of it, it seemed pretty old. Truthfully, it seemed out of place amongst all the items that Lawrence had collected. “Lawrence, why do you have something like this?”
Lawrence seeing the pot in Holo’s hands quickly ran over and snatched it from her. “Please be careful. This is a valuable item that I was asked to transport by the Rowen Trading Guild. They told me that it’s really expensive and tasked me with delivering it to a buyer in a small town not far from Kumersun. If I can deliver it safely by tomorrow evening, I’ll be paid roughly ten percent of the profit.”
“And how much would that be?” asked Holo, her interest peaked.
“Thirty Trenni silver coins,” stated Lawrence. “With that much money we’ll be set for a while. However, if anything happens to it that decreases its value or makes it unsellable, then I will have to pay the difference out of my own pocket.”
“So your telling me that that old pot is worth that much?” asked Holo as she watched him place it back in the cart.
“Yes.”
“I see. Humans truly are strange to place such value on something that can neither feed them nor keep them warm,” commented Holo. She then laid down in the cart and closed her eyes. Not long after that, she felt the cart begin to move.
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Holo managed to get a few hours of sleep before she was awoken by a throbbing pain in her crotch. The urge to pee had grown strong enough that she wouldn’t mind a bathroom break. However, she soon remembered Lawrence’s words about not stopping until they settled for the night. Not wanting to give him an opportunity to say he told her so, she decided that she would just try to sleep through the pain. Surely they would be stopping for the night soon. She closed her eyes once more and tried to get some more sleep.
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A couple more hours passed before Holo gave up on sleeping. The ride had been extremely bumpy and the constant bucking of the cart had jostled her bladder to the point that she found rest impossible. As she opened her eyes and looked up at the sky, she noticed that the sun had almost completely set. Holo could feel her bladder muscles beginning to weaken as she sat up. If she did not go soon, she would likely wet herself. As she contemplated asking Lawrence to pull over, she decided against it as it would mean admitting that Lawrence was right when he questioned her ability to hold it until they stopped for the night. Being the prideful wolf that she was, there was no way she could accept such a defeat. Suddenly she heard Lawrence’s voice. “I can see a small forest just beyond that group of hills. We’ll sleep there for tonight. It’ll be dark by the time we get there though.” As he turned his head, he noticed she was squirming a bit. “Do you need me to pull over?”
“I am fine,” lied Holo. However, minutes later she found herself at her limit. She wanted to ask him to stop, but her pride wouldn’t let her. From the pain emanating from her now bulging bladder, she knew that there was no way she could make it until they stopped to settle down for the night. That meant that she had three options. She could pee over the side of the cart, she could admit that she was wrong about her ability to hold it, or she could wet herself. Out of the three, the first one seemed the best. As she prepared herself to move over to the side of the cart, the cart began shaking up and down harder than before. Holo knew that if she tried to pee over the side of the cart now, she would likely lose her balance and fall out. That left her with the other two options. Both would require her to throw her pride away. Of the two options left, the one where she didn’t wet herself was the most ideal.
Just as she was getting ready to tap Lawrence on the shoulder and tell him to pull over, a small glint of moonlight shining off the pot caught her eye. Looking at the expensive pot, a fourth option came to mind: she could pee in it. She licked her lips at the thought of that option as she whispered, “As long as I clean it thoroughly, he will never know what I have done.” As she inched towards the pot, she realized that her desperation had made her forget one major detail. If she peed into the pot, the noise would surely alert Lawrence who would then get mad at her for using the pot for such a purpose. It would seem that the fourth option was no longer viable.
Suddenly the countryside erupted with a deafening roar of crickets. It was almost as if the universe were trying to tell her to take the fourth option. Still a bit apprehensive that Lawrence might hear her, Holo, using her normal speaking voice said, “Lawrence if you can hear me, please turn around.” She waited a few seconds, but Lawrence did not turn around. This was all the proof she needed to determine that the cries of the crickets would be more than enough to cover the sound of her peeing. Then as quietly as possible, she grabbed the pot and crawled as far back into the cart as she could. With her back towards Lawrence, she slowly pulled her pants down to her ankles and spread her legs. The feeling of the cart’s wooden floor against her butt made her shudder a bit. Turning her attention to the pot in her hands, she could hear Lawrence’s words about how valuable it was echoing through her head. Beginning to have second thoughts, she whispered to herself, “Can I really do this?” A few seconds passed by as she thought about how Lawrence might react if he found out what she was planning to do and how it might hurt him financially. Her conscience getting the best of her, she gently placed the pot to the side.
As Holo leaned forward to grab hold of her pants, something spurted out from between her legs. Thinking quickly, she closed her legs as tightly as she could. While she had been able to stop the spurt from hitting her pants, she could feel something warm and wet running down her inner thighs. She then turned her attention to the small puddle on the wood floor in front of her. It seemed to shimmer in the moonlight for a few seconds before being absorbed into the wood. Holo slowly opened her legs and ran one of her hands along her damp thigh. Despite knowing what it was, she still felt the need to confirm it by lifting her hand towards her nose and taking a whiff. It was indeed urine. Realizing that she was out of time, she grabbed the pot and jammed it into her crotch. Suddenly her bladder burst, sending a tsunami of piss into the pot. Even with the crickets chirping all around them, Holo’s wolf ears could still hear the sound of her pee as it slapped and sloshed against the pot’s interior. Wondering if Lawrence could hear it as well, Holo turned her head and saw that Lawrence was still fixated on the road ahead of them. Turning her attention back to the pot, she noticed that her stream was still going strong. She quickly realized that if she didn’t finish up and soon, Lawrence might turn around and see what she was up to.
Holo inhaled deeply, and began pushing her stream with all the force she could muster. The tsunami spewing forth from her crotch transformed into a highly pressurized jet. Holo listened as the sound of sloshing was quickly replaced by a drilling sound. As she entered the second minute of her relief, she found herself looking up at the stars. “That was a concerningly close call,” she quietly moaned to herself as her tail began to wag a bit. By the time the third minute rolled around, her piss jet had been reduced to a small spray. After four minutes, all that was left were a few drops.
As she slowly pulled the pot away from her, she could see that she had almost filled it up completely. Looking down at the moon’s reflection in her urine, she uttered to herself, “It has been a long time since I have had to go like that. If I had been in my wolf form, surely I would have created a new lake.” The very thought made her chuckle to herself. She was soon brought back to reality when a small bump almost caused her to spill the pot. Realizing that another bump could cause the pot’s contents to spill over, Holo tightened her grip on the pot and got to her knees. She then threw the contents of the pot over the backside of the cart, her ears catching the splashing sound as her urine smashed into the grass and dirt below. Holo then hid the pot between a couple crates of nails. Next, she turned her attention to her thighs which were still wet. Finding an old rag tucked off to the side of the cart she quickly wiped herself dry.
Before Holo could pull up her pants, she heard Lawrence call out, “What are you doing back there?” As Holo turned her head, she saw that Lawrence was now staring at her.
“I was just oiling up my tail,” lied Holo.
“And you took your pants off to do it?”
“Of course I did. I find tis easier to get my entire tail this way,” answered Holo as she pulled up her pants and crawled back into the front seat.
“Makes sense I guess,” said Lawrence as he returned his attention to the road ahead of them. A small forest next to a lake was beginning to come into view. “We should be there in a couple minutes. Do you still need to go?”
“Actually, I do not feel the urge to go at all.”
“Alright,” replied Lawrence, a little bit suspicious. However, his attention was more focused on getting some rest after having traveled all day.
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Not long after setting up camp, Lawrence had leaned himself up against a tree on a small hill overlooking the lake, and had soon fallen asleep. Meanwhile, Holo was inside the back of the cart, quietly waiting for her chance to sneak the pot down to the river to wash it out. Once she was sure that Lawrence was asleep, she grabbed the pot and some rags and began making her way out of the cart. She paused for a second when the cart let out a loud creak and was relieved when she realized that Lawrence was still asleep. Holo with the pot in hand, ran down to the lake and began washing it.
Several minutes passed before Holo pulled the pot away from the water and took a whiff. She crinkled her nose. The pot still smelled of wolf piss. “I guess I need to try a little harder,” whispered Holo to herself. She dunked the pot back in the lake again and continued washing it. A few more minutes passed before she took another whiff. It still reeked of piss. Holo’s ears folded down and her body began trembling as she began to realize that the smell wasn’t going to come out. What scared her all the more was the reaction she would get from Lawrence the moment he found out what she had done.
As she sat and thought about what to do next, her stomach began growling. Unable to think with her stomach rumbling, she walked back up to the cart, opened the sack from earlier and took out an apple. As Holo raised the apple to her mouth, she couldn’t help but notice it’s sweet scent. Suddenly an idea hit her. Back when she had first met Lawrence, she had tricked a fellow merchant into paying extra for furs that she had placed her apples on, giving the furs a fruity scent. Maybe just maybe, she could do something similar. Placing the apple in her mouth, she grabbed the sack of apples and began making her way back towards the lake. However, as she passed Lawrence’s horse, it let out a loud whine. “SHHHH,” she spat as she took the apple out of her mouth. The horse looked at the apple in her hand, ready to whine again. “Look, if you stay quiet I will give you the apple.” The horse seemed to nod as though it knew what she was saying. Holo extended the apple out to the horse, who in turn accepted it. Not wanting to lose any more precious apples, Holo ran past the horse.
The moment she reached the lake, she got down on her knees and emptied the sack of apples. Holo placed the pot in her lap then began the process of biting into the apples to make them easier to juice. She then collected the juice in the pot. Once she had collected enough to almost fill up the pot, she began swishing the juice around. After a few minutes of swishing it around, she dumped out the juice and then washed the pot again. Her hands began trembling as she brought the pot up to her nose. She prayed that the smell would be gone. Holo inhaled deeply. A split second later her ears perked up and her tail began to wag. The pot no longer had the bitter smell of piss. Rather the rancid odor had been replaced with the sweet fragrance of the apples. “That is one problem solved,” she said as she breathed a sigh of relief. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw the mashed up remains of her apples still lying on the sack. Not wanting them to go to waste, she began scarfing it down. In total she would eat a little over two dozen apples that night.
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Lawrence opened his eyes just as the first light of dawn pierced the morning sky. He slowly rose to his feet and let out a loud yawn. “Holo, it’s time to wake up,” he called as he began stretching. No response came. He tried again but to no avail. Beginning to get a little worried, he approached the cart and looked inside. Both Holo and the pot were nowhere to be found. “HOLO WHERE ARE YOU?” he screamed. The only response he got were a bunch of scared birds as they fled the tree behind him. Lawrence then turned his attention to the lake. He walked back over to hill and looked down. Sure enough, Holo was laying down in the grass. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a breeze came up from the lake brining the sound of a moan with it. Lawrence made a mad dash towards Holo. He quickly knelt down and scooped her into his arms. “Holo, are you okay?” he asked.
“No,” whimpered Holo, who was now clutching her stomach.
“What’s wrong?”
“Too many apples,” she moaned.
Out of the corner of his eye, Lawrence noticed that there were at least a couple dozen apple cores piled onto an empty sack. “Did you eat all of these?”
“Yes,” she whined, “and now I feel sick.”
“Serves you right for being a glutton,” commented Lawrence as he helped her sit up. As he turned his head, he noticed the pot laying on its side. “What did you do?” screamed Lawrence as he crawled over to the pot.
“I did nothing,” moaned Holo as she did her best not to vomit. But Lawrence did not seem to hear her. He was too busy looking over the pot for scratches, chips, and cracks. After a couple minutes of carefully examining the outside, Lawrence turned his attention to the inside. As he began looking inside, a fragrant smell drifted from the pot into his nostrils. It had a sweet and somewhat fruity scent.
“Holo, what is this scent? It wasn’t here when I picked up the pot from Rowen Trading Guild.”
“Tis apples,” admitted Holo as she weaved a story in her head.
“Why does it smell like apples?”
“Because I poured my apples into it.”
“Why?”
“Because my apples kept rolling out of the sack when we were on that really bumpy road.”
“And why is the pot down here?”
“I wanted to wash out the apple smell, but no matter how hard I tried I could not.”
“That’s fine I guess,” said Lawrence as he thought about a way to explain it to the buyer. His attention the turned back to the remains of the apples. “And all the apple cores?”
“I had to eat the apples because they were beginning to bruise. If I had not, the apples would have gone to waste,” lied Holo. Lawrence gave her a suspicious look, but after seeing the pain that Holo was in, decided not to question her any further. He gently handed her the pot and told her to hang on to it as tightly as she could. Lawrence then picked her up in his arms. “What are you doing?” asked a blushing Holo. “I can walk perfectly fine by myself.”
“Since you said you were feeling sick, I just assumed that you would have a little trouble getting back to the cart. I can put you down if you like.”
“Well if you are that intent on helping me, then I suppose I could let you have the honor of carrying me,” said Holo.
“Thanks, I guess,” replied Lawrence, not really sure how to respond to that. “Also, I’m sorry that your apples got ruined because of the journey here. I promise I’ll buy you more after we deliver this pot to the buyer.”
“Can I have as many as I want?” asked Holo.
“As long as it’s within reason, I don’t see why not. Although I’m surprised that you can still think of eating apples after eating that many. You truly are a glutton of a wolf.”
“But you like me this way,” chimed Holo.
“I guess I do,” agreed Lawrence. Of course he was too busy focusing on the path ahead of him to notice that Holo was blushing and her tail was wagging.
“You truly do not play fair, do you,” she whispered.
“What was that?” asked Lawrence.
“Nothing,” replied Holo as her mind began to shift to all the adventures they had shared thus far, and would likely share in the future. As things stood right now, she didn’t care how long it took to get to Yoitsu so long as she didn’t have to be alone anymore. |
The voice of the Joker is still calling her “Vicki, Vicki, VICKI!!” She ignores it and need to use the bathroom and she started walking. On the way she starts farting, as she has to have a shit, She wondered if she could make it to do her business. She still is farting ad finally she gets to the bathroom and she opens the door and then closes it an then goes to sit on the toilet.
She strips her skirt and panties down and sit with her naked ass on top of the toilet seat, she then does a wet fart and her shit is down falling down into the toilet and shortly her messy accident is and she definitely didn’t want that in her panties.
She gets puts back on her panties on and then her skirt, she opens the door and walk out back to Bruce. He is still there and he has requested some champagne and she said “Ah, you got some champagne from Alfred.” Bruce replies with “Yes, I did.” Now Bruce opens the champagne and pours it for the two of them and they start walking to Bruce’s bedroom.
Now inside Bruce starts say “Vicki, look I just want to tell you about something.” Vicki replies with “Yeah what is it.” “Alright Vicki, I just want to know how you love wetting yourself. “Ok so Bruce it was five weeks ago when I had my first accident, I drank too much coffee at work and then I thought I could finish the report before I could relieve myself. So it didn’t work and I peed myself sitting on my chair but I loved the feeling of it’s warmth so I wet the bed everyday, I pee onto the bathroom floor and of course in my pants. But I don’t like public wetting as someone who you don’t even fucking know could take a video of me with my legs spread out and pee running down my pussy. Ok Bruce that’s why I love it, ok.” Bruce looks at her and says “So do you sleep naked everyday?” Vicki nods her head up meaning yes.
Now they go back outside to finish of the champagne, they sit there stirring at each other and Vicki gets of the table and kisses Bruce.
Two minutes later:
They have finish it as Vicki has to leave and Bruce says to her that he made a batsuit for her and now Vicki says “That’s lovely now I will be the Batgirl.” Actually Vicki that is a nice name for the superheroine who will wear it.”
Vicki gets into her car and starts it and is now leaving Wayne Manor. She is now driving back home when she fells her bladder hurting and she had to pee, but she couldn’t go now. As she continued riding her urge was getting worse, she sat there holding on trying not to pee herself and now her bladder was now half full and she squirmed, screamed and squeezed her legs together.
She looked around the car and there was no empty bottles to pee in. She then looked outside and saw public toilets, she immediately got out of the car She now has a full bladder, “Oh no, please not now!” Her first squirt of pee made her panties wet. She got to the public toilets she started walking in and then it happened again her second squirt of pee gushing out from her pussy and shifting down into her panties. So she pulled her skirt down then her panties and inspected her leaks.
She pulled them down further As the a figure of the Joker was standing behind her as he watch this happen her grabbed her and kidnaped her as Vicki who still need to pee desperately. He put her in his car and drove off to his hideout, Vicki said “You better let me out of this FUCKING car or you seats will be sopping wet with my hot golden pee, Joker.” Joker did not want this to happen as Vicki checked her phone what the time is it was 7:00 PM where the Bat starts his crime fighting. Vicki now screaming “JOKER LET ME OUT OF THIS CAR NOW!”
She was squeezing her legs tight in trying not to wet herself, as Vicki through of a plan got out her phone and called Commissioner Gordon to light the Bat Signal as Joker thought she was talking to herself while desperately holding onto her despite wetting. Just then the Bat signal is on.
Meanwhile in the Batcave:
Bruce sees it and then walks downstairs to put on the Batsuit as he is finished he walks to the Batmobile and starts it’s engines and leaves. The Batman is now next to Joker’s car and he sees him “Ms Vale you did this didn’t you as she opens the door and quickly runs into the Batmobile. “Bruce I need the bathroom, Joker kidnaped me before I could relive myself.” “Alright Vicki judging by you desperation you would not make it by going to a public restroom, Vicki just pee in this bottle and you know pee in it... Actually never mind Bruce saw a public restroom right on the street and they get out and Batman puts the shields mode on the Batmobile. He holds her hand as they start walking but in a running pace as they make it in Vicki hasn’t had any thing to do with the accident yet.
Vicki now goes into the female toilets and then Bruce sees Joker and walks in and he is coming to get Vicki. Vicki now taking off her dampened clothes and pushing them down to her feet and she puts her ass onto the toilet seat and feels the warmth of her pee as she has been holding onto in for so long and Batman defeats the Joker and takes Vicki back to her appartment.
Bruce stripps Vicki and she now is lays naked on top of the sheets as she kisses Batman and said “Thank you Bruce for the great night.” He leaves and goes back to take care of The Joker if he got away. When Batman got there he was still knocked out on the ground of the public restroom.
As the naked Vicki gets up and drinks a heavy amount of water to make her piss the bed again.
To Be Continued
Edited June 22, 2018 by Batman007
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It started with a prank.
A small one. Sydney had gone into her boyfriends office after his text. Be home in five. Just need to get a bit of work done. Love you.
She hadn't turned on the light, smiling at the lack of overhead in favor for a small desk lamp. A writer, Matt was a sterotype. Write in the dark, drunk from gin. She hitched up her black mini skirt, sitting in her red panties. Then, she let go.
The warmth started in her crotch before she felt the gray fabric absorb it, letting piss sink beneath her ass, uncovered by her thong. It trailed on the backs of her thighs, pooling between them because she held them tight. Thin streaks ran down her ankles, and, in the dark, she imagined the puddles taking form around her ankels. It was her moan that reminded her of her need, feeling her bladder ease as she melted into relife.
He hadn't been in his office for a minute. She hope the seat was still warm. Her panties were, black and wet and warm against her throbbing clit. He found her in the bedroom, rubbing herself through hot, soaked fabric.
Then, he was on her, his hand swatting her away. "Figures," he saigrinninging. "Figures you'd keep yourself all dirty." He pressed his body into hers, shoving her father into the bed as he toyed with her pussy, dipping the tip of his pointer in and out, in and out. "Bad girls like getting dirty, don't they?"
It didn't take long for him to tear away. She had already pulled out what he wanted and laid them on the bed beside her. Dark purple panties--a thong. A pair of bright pink jogging shorts. On the nightstand five 24 ounce water bottles.
Three hours. That was how long she had to wait. Normally, he tortured her, tied Sydney to the bed, legs spread, arms above her head. Tonight, Matt planned to tease her, bringing the water to her lips. "finish it. Show daddy you can be a good girl."
"Yes, Daddy."
Good girls didn't use their days off from work to drink water all day, anticipating this: lying on the bed, hands pressed against pussy. Twenty minutes after soaking the chair, she could feel her bladder refilling. She looked at the water bottles. She was going to have to drink them. All of them.
Good girls held it, until Daddy said they could go.
She had to go.
"Daddy, please?"
"Please what? Use your words baby." his voice was firm in her ears, a fair just position against soft lips and breath against her ear, each nibble shooting sensation down into her clit. It was pulsing, begging for release.
She wasn't going to make it.
"Daddy. I have to pee!"
"Already? You seemed comfortable letting it out on my chair." he pulled away,stripping himself of jeans, the as damp from her. "So much piss. Flooded the chair. You left one he'll of a puddle." gray boxers tented by his hard cock. God, she needed it in her, needed his fingers, hers. She was tempted to slip one inside, but the pressure... She bladder ached, begging against pressure, begging for release.
Half an hour in, her legs were shaking. Matt grabbed the second bottle. He shook it, smiling at the way Sydney's mouth fell open, the way she pressed her thighs together. Nice and soft, he pictured himself between them, feeling the flood of piss and come spraying his face.
Maybe another night. Tonight, he would make her wait.
"Daddy..." She wimpered. But still, she opened her mouth, tilted her chin up as he brought the bottle to her lips. He pulled back once half was gone, and continued to shake the bottle. Splashing water, like the way her piss had splashed puddles against the wooden floor of the office. The warmth that surrounded her pussy and ass.
That was it. The first squirt. Short and strong, her eyes widened at the wetness, and Matt's with them. Then he laughed.
"Going already? Daddy didn't say you could."
"I didn't, Daddy! Just a little leak..."
"A little?" Then he was back on her, his hand down the front of her shorts, replacing hers in holding her pussy. Right finger against her clit, measuring the palm sized wet spot, theater ingredients to seep through her shorts.
Beneath him, Sydney could feel the start of another wave of desperation forming at the top of her bladder, near her stomach. "Please?" She moaned, trying to shove his hands away. He grabbed her wrists tight, with his left hand, pressing them above her head into the mattress. Hands above her head, she could feel her torso strech, and with it, her bladder, the waves of need within, each preparing to slam against her opening.
"Can I even trust you to get to the bathroom? So many accidents today. The chair, your panties. Seems you can't control yourself. How do I know you won't wet the bed tonight?"
"Oh, god." The wave had peaked, and with her tore strechee, her lover between her thighs, unable to be crossee, his hand not secure enough against her pussy. Warmth traveled down her ass, and as Matt pulled his hand away,crept into darkening pink shorts. One second, two, three. Nothing physical to cut the stream, it made its way to five seconds.
"see?" Matt said. Suddenly, his hand was on her thighs. ripping them open. The shock of the movement, her mind froze. Her concentration ceased.
Her bladder relaxed.
"Fuck!" It was a stream, heavy, like the one from earlier. Hands frantic against herself, it took five minutes to stop it, her legs still wide in Matt's hands. Even with her eyes closed, her breath uneven, she could feel him shake his head. "such a bad girl for Daddy." He took her hand, her safeguard from the floodgates begging to be reopened, and guided it be nether her. The sheets were wet. Not damp. Wet.
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A couple of weeks ago we had our towns annual 1940's weekend and whilst there enjoy the festivities I had a desperate sighting. I say sighting, it was more of an overhearing of a woman being vocal about her need to pee whilst waiting for a demonstration to happen. I have been meaning to get back into writing fiction for a while so figured why not use the scenario and build a story around it. Been a while since I wrote any omorashi fiction so it may not be my best work but I am considering this my practice story to get back into it. I have left the ending open so that a part 2 could be written if people want that. Comments and criticism are welcome, Enjoy x
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It was that time of year again, the town's annual 1940’s weekend. The event had been going for 6 years now and each year it just got bigger and better and Karen loved every part of it. The market stalls, the music, the old wartime vehicles and memorabilia, people in 40’s clothing, she just loved the whole atmosphere of the event and was eagerly looking forward to the second day. On the first day she had been down with her husband Mark to look around the market and see what delights were on offer but as they had other things to do they couldn’t stay long. However today the plan was to go down and meet up with their friends to enjoy a few drinks and take in the entertainment on the three stages that were placed at key points around the town centre.
As she got out of the shower she checked on the weather forecast and saw it was supposed to be sunny so she decided on a summer dress. She would have loved to get dressed up in costume but once again she had completely forgotten to sort anything.
“Next year I will get dressed up” she said thinking aloud.
“Ha, we say that every year but we never seem to” replied Mark who had just come into the bedroom.
“Hehe, yeah, one day we might actually get organised in advance” said Karen as she looked in the wardrobe deciding what dress to put on.
“Yeah perhaps we will” said Mark lazily admiring his wife. Something about her just being wrapped in a towel always made his mind go fuzzy. “Well I am ready whenever you are, I said I would ring Pete when we get down there”.
“Okay, I won’t be long” said Karen as she pulled out a black and white striped dress from the wardrobe. Mark left and headed downstairs as she went over to her underwear drawer. She picked out a white lacy bra and matching white lacy knickers. She slipped them on and then pulled the dress on over her head. Once it was on she admired herself in the mirror. She loved that the dress hugged against her body and showed off her curves but as she checked the back she noticed that her white knickers were somewhat visible through the dress and she knew that once in the sun they would just get even more visible. She decided against showing everyone her knickers and slid them off, opting instead for a white thong. Once she had put it on she checked and was happy to see it wasn’t as visible. She picked out some sandals for her feet and headed downstairs.
Once they were ready they slowly walked down into town and she was happy to see that the place was crowded and the party atmosphere was in full swing. She looked around at the crowd in the town square, enjoying the multitude of costumes people were wearing. Just ahead of her she saw a woman handing out an event programme and went over to get one. As she came back Mark came off his phone and told her that Pete and Claire were heading their way and would be here in a couple of minutes. They pushed through the crowd and found a spot to lean against the wall.
“Wait here babe, I’ll go get us some drinks, what do you want?” asked Mark pointing to the pub just down the road.
“I’ll have half a lager please” replied Karen, and Claire will most likely want the same. She watched as he weaved through the crowd and disappeared into the pub. Shortly after she saw Pete and Claire making their way towards her.
“Hey Karen” said Pete beaming “lovely day for it, where’s Mark?”
“He has just gone to get drinks for us all, hi Claire”. She started talking to Claire as Pete went over to the pub. About five minutes later Pete reappeared carrying two pints in plastic disposable cups. He handed one to Claire and then held one out to Karen.
“Mark said you asked for a half but it was just easier to get a pint, was murder trying to get served, saves having to go back too soon. Karen took the pint and thanked him. Mark followed just after and handed pete his pint before settling in to enjoy the entertainment on stage. They stood chatting and enjoying the music and performers that were appearing. Karen flicked through the programme with Claire commenting on what sounded good. It seemed that the stage they were at had some good acts for a while so there was no need to go anywhere too soon. As time passed they danced and sang along and got into the good spirits of the day. Before long Karen found she had finished her drink and looking around saw that Pete and Mark had too.
As if he had read Karen’s mind Pete piped up and said “I’ll get us some more drinks guys, but not from there, was packed last time, I will pop down and get some from that stall round by Specsavers, if its still there of course. Same again everyone?”.
“Please” said Karen. Mark and Claire nodded in agreement and Pete set off through the crowd. It was just as he left that Karen realised by saying yes to same again Pete would get her a pint. It wouldn’t be a big issue if he did but she preferred to drink halfs as she could moderate easier how much she was having. She shouted after him but with the music and noise from the crowd he couldn’t hear. She went back to chatting with Claire and ten minutes later Pete popped out of the crowd holding four bottles of beer. Karen took one and read the label, an ale from a local brewery that she hadn’t heard of before. She opened it up and took a swig. There was a taste, a flavour that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Whatever it was it was delicious, she thought as she took another drink.
For the next hour they watched a number of performances and then the commentator announced there would be a medley of music for a while until the next singer was due on stage. Claire consulted the programme and said that there was some acts on the stage that was located in the car park next to the canal. “Let’s head down there then” suggested Karen.
“Yeah good idea, there is some seating down there and the open air bar is down there I think, perfect for getting our next round of drinks” said Mark smiling. They all set off walking slowly along the main street, talking in the sights and sounds of the market as they passed. Karen suddenly realised that Claire had fallen behind and turned round to see where she was. She found her talking to the owner of one of the stalls so Karen stopped to wait. When Claire caught up she was holding two big wine glasses.
“Fruit Cocktails” she said holding one out to Karen “I couldn’t resist. Karen took the glass off her and started sipping at it as they hurried to catch up to the guys. When they caught up they continued along the main street and wandered up into the car park. This place was just as lively as the town square. In the centre of the car park were a bunch of old army vehicles and in the far corner was a spitfire. The stage was set up in the other corner surrounded on either side by stalls and then down the right hand side was a big open air bar and seating area. They found a table and settled down to enjoy the second round of entertainment for the day. Mark and Pete headed off to the bar and came back shortly after. Mark put a pint down in front of Karen who, now feeling a little tipsy from the beer and the cocktail, smirked cheekily and made a comment about him trying to get her drunk. She sipped on her cocktail and as she finished it and put her glass on the table she felt the first signs that she needed a wee. She cursed as where they had been stood before they moved was just across from the public toilets in the town square. She should have gone there before they came down here. “Oh well” she thought, it wasn’t too bad anyway. She took the program off Claire and began flicking through it and all thoughts of cursing the fact she hadn’t pee’d disappeared from her mind. Going off of the programme they decided that they would stick around there for a while as there was plenty of fun performances due and it was nice to sit back and relax in the sun.
After 45 minutes and multiple fantastic performances Karen was finding herself unable to keep her filling bladder off her mind. Her need had been steadily increasing since she had sat down and she was definitely starting to get to the point where it was a constant ever present need. The level of need where she would usually start considering heading to the toilet at the earliest convenience. She wasn’t too worried though, she wasn’t anywhere near desperate yet and the programme showed that there would be a break in performances for a short while and when that came they would move on to somewhere else. There were only two more acts until that point so she knew it wouldn’t be too long until they headed back towards the toilets at the other end of town. That would be her first destination when leaving, she wasn’t desperate yet but with how much she had had to drink she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was bursting.
Throughout the next act her need grew and she found herself fidgeting slightly as waves of need pulsed through her bladder. The act that followed was a group of school children singing a bunch of songs. As much as Karen loved them and thought they were adorable in their little costumes she couldn’t help but hope they would soon be done. When they announced they were finishing off with one last song she celebrated silently to herself as her bladder was starting to send signals of urgency. Her latest drink had almost completely gone, she kept on drinking it absentmindedly then cursing as she realised she was just going to make herself more desperate much quicker. She sang along with the children, fidgeting in her seat as the performance came to an end. When the song finished she joined the crowd in applauding and watched the children walk off the stage. After they had left the announcer came back onto stage.
“Another fantastic performance there ladies and gentlemen. If you are interested in other live acts there are plenty to see on the other stages throughout the town but for now here we will be having a short break in the performances for the next half an hour so whether you stay here or venture through the other festivities we hope you have a fantastic day”. With that he jumped off stage and Claire asked what the plan was now. Before Karen could respond another guy had jumped on stage and bellowed into the microphone.
“As John just said there will be a short break in performances but in about ten minutes we will be firing up the Spitfire engine so stick around for that”.
“I guess that answers your question babe” replied Pete, answering Claire’s question.
“Yeah, we can stick around for that and then decide where to head next” added Mark.
Despite her ever pressing need to relieve her bladder Karen couldn’t deny she was interested in seeing the spitfire demonstration and reasoned she could wait another ten minutes. They finished their drinks and then moved off from their table and walked across the car park to where the spitfire was parked so they could get a good view at the front. They found a spot where they had a great view and leaned on the rail chatting. Now she was stood up Karen’s need to wee had seemed to increase but at least now she was stood up she could cross her legs to help relieve some of the pressure she was feeling.
As time passed the crowd around the spitfire grew larger and the pressure on Karen’s bladder continued to grow. She kept telling herself that the demonstration would be starting soon then they could leave and head to the bathrooms. She couldn’t help thinking that but each time she thought it it seemed to make her more desperate, almost as if thinking of how close relief was making her bladder need it more. She kept checking her watch, knowing that it should be starting any moment, urging it to start really soon.
“I thought he said ten minutes” said Claire looking at her watch.
“Yeah he did, must have some stuff to sort out” said Pete who then went back to chatting with Mark.
“Yeah maybe” replied Claire, again looking at her watch. “I hope they do it soon though I’m busting for a pee.
“Yeah me too, I’ve needed a wee for ages, I’m bursting” she told Claire, finding some comfort in the knowledge she wasn’t the only one who was desperate. Now she knew Claire also had to pee she began to see the signs, crossing legs, jiggling knees, exactly the same motions her own need to pee was making her do.
A few minutes passed and then the demonstration began. It started with a run down of the aircraft and an explanation of how the different parts worked and the way the aircraft was used during the war and its key notable achievements. Throughout the talk Karen listened with interest but her focus kept coming back to the increasing pressure between her legs. Her pussy was starting to ache with her need to release her bladder and she was now starting to get desperate and having to really hold back to keep her knickers dry.
“Ooooo I really need a wee now” she said aloud to herself.
“Me too, not long till this is over though, then we can go” replied Claire who had overheard.
“I hope you’re right, I’m nearly wetting myself” said Karen, squeezing her legs together.
The guy finished his explanation of the plane and then they fired up the engine. The sudden loud noise of the engine firing up startled Karen and that sudden loss of concentration almost spelled disaster for her knickers. She crossed her legs tight and focused again on holding on. The demonstration of the engine was really cool and Karen really enjoyed it but once it had ended there was only one thing on her mind, getting to the bathroom as soon as possible before she actually did end up wetting herself.
As the crowd started to disperse it was Claire who brought up the toilets. “Can we head back to the town square please, I really need a wee and I think Karen wants to go too”.
“There are some toilets just round the corner there” said Pete pointing across the car park, I used them earlier when I headed to the bar.
“What!! Why didn’t you say, I’ve been needing to pee for ages and there are toilets just across there” exclaimed Claire.
“I didn’t know it was my job to announce when I find toilets” joked Pete sticking his tongue out.
Karen laughed but inside was feeling some sort of relief that there were toilets so nearby. She was really having to hold back now and her knickers were in danger of getting wet if she didn’t pee soon. They made their way slowly with the crowd back across the car park and when they reached the bar the guys said they would grab some drinks whilst the ladies went and used the toilets. Karen and Claire continued on and when they came around the corner Karen was delighted to see a row of four portaloos lined up against the back wall of one of the buildings . She found it cool how they fit in with the rest of the decorations. Covered in union jack print and covered in army gear. They almost looked like an exhibit.
The sight of them made her bladder ache knowing how close relief was. She pushed through the crowd with Claire following behind and with each step closer her pussy throbbed and ached with the effort of holding back the contents of her bursting bladder. As they pushed through the crowd she moaned in despair at the sight in front of her. What she had thought to be the regular crowd was actually a queue of people waiting to use the toilets. It seemed that everyone had had the same idea and had headed to the toilets after the demonstration had finished. She looked at Claire who had also come to the same realisation.
“Oh god I don’t know if I can wait in that queue” said Claire, crossing her legs.
“Me neither babe, if I have to wait for all those people to go first I will definitely won’t make it” responded Karen, mimicking Claire’s leg crossing. “I’m about to wet myself as it is”.
The more she looked at the people waiting she saw others who looked desperate too and seeing that was making it difficult to keep the flood at bay. She looked longingly at the toilets before turning to Claire and saying “come on, I definitely can’t wait here, it will be quicker to go back to the town square”.
Claire agreed so begrudgingly and to much protest from her bulging bladder they turned back and headed back to the guys. As they got there they found Mark and Pete waiting to be served at the bar.
“We need to go down to the square and use the toilets there” said Claire as Pete looked round. “There was a big queue for those ones”.
“Yeah no worries” replied Pete, we will just get these drinks and then we will go down.
“We will wait over there for you” said Claire pointing towards the exit of the car park. “Be quick though, we really really have to pee”.
They made their way across and stood waiting for the guys. She watched them at the bar urging them to hurry up as she stood crossing and jiggling her legs. She kept getting waves of desperation hitting her and with each one she felt like she was going to start dribbling into her knickers. She was so focused on the throbbing need between her legs that she didn’t notice Mark and Pete across the way waving for them to come over. She followed Claire to where they were stood and took the drink that Mark was holding out for her. Her first instinct was to take a drink from it but she stopped herself deciding it probably wasn’t the best idea to add more liquid to her body when she was so close to losing control of her bladder.
It shouldn’t have taken long to get across town but with the mass crowds packed into the high street it was a slow process making their way along. Each time she had to stop to push through the crowd her bladder ached and she had to squeeze her legs together. Mark and Pete were chatting next to her and she heard Mark saying something about picking up some clothes from home beforehand.
“If you are picking up some clothes from home you can bring me some new knickers for when I wet myself” laughed Karen, crossing her legs to show how much she needed to pee. Mark laughed and continued chatting to Pete. She made a joke of it but Karen really was starting to get dangerously close to wetting herself. She often found herself desperate to pee, there had been times when she had had some very close calls. This was definitely going to be one of them. Alcohol always seemed to make her need to pee so much more intense and she was now really really desperate and was beginning to doubt that she would be able to keep her knickers dry.
As they came towards the town square they could hear someone singing on stage and could see the crowd that had gathered throughout the square. Beyond that crowd were the public toilets and the relief that Karen’s bladder so desperately needed. As they made there way over she was hit with a sudden feeling of despair as she saw a guy in a high vis standing outside the row of toilets.
“Oh god oh god please please don’t be out of order or anything” she thought to herself as she got closer. Her despair was lifted when she saw someone go into one of the toilets. When she looked closer she saw the guy was standing outside the disabled toilet in the middle. They came out of the crowd and Karen was relieved to see there were only a group of women waiting outside and there wasn’t a huge massive queue. She stood behind the group that were waiting with Claire and focused on holding on just a little longer. The woman in front of her was complaining about the guy standing outside the disabled toilet. From what the woman was saying he was standing there because the previous day there had been complaints about lots of people using the disabled toilet meaning those who were actually disabled and needed to use it were having to wait so now they had someone stopping that from happening. Despite being absolutely desperate Karen had no issue with that, in her mind the disabled bathroom was for disabled people.
“I don’t see why he can’t just let us use that toilet, nobody else is using it” moaned the woman.
“I guess that is just what he has been ordered to do” replied Karen, not wanting to get into an argument about the ethics of disabled bathrooms with the woman.
“That may be but it still doesn’t change the fact there is a queue and a spare bathroom, he is even stopping women using the two mens toilets it's ridiculous”.
Karen just nodded in agreement and looked over at Mark and Pete who were standing waiting for the mens toilets to become free. The waves of desperation were getting more intense with each passing moment and it was talking all of her concentration to focus on holding on. She saw Mark move towards the door of the toilet and deposit his coin and she realised that she might not have 20p for the door. She fished in her purse hoping that she did and thankfully for her she found one in the sea of change. She took it out and held it ready. By now there were two people waiting in front of her and she was silently urging for whoever was in the toilets to be quick.
Suddenly a wave of desperation took over her body and the intense surge in pressure caused a leak to escape into her knickers. She crossed her legs tight and had to resist the urge to hold herself. She would have loved to give her pussy a squeeze to help with the pressure but she couldn’t do that with so many people around, she just had to cross her legs and squeeze her muscles tight. One of the toilets became free and the woman at the front of the line went into the vacant block leaving just the complaining woman in front of Karen in the queue.
Now that the damn had been breached it was so much harder to hold back the leaks. Despite squeezing her legs tightly she felt another leak escape her quivering pee hole and dampen her knickers. She was starting to lose control and knew if she didn’t get to pee within the next couple of minutes she wouldn’t be able to stop and she would have pee streaming down her legs. Finally the miserable woman who had done nothing but complain went into the toilet leaving Karen next in line, standing desperately trying to keep control for a little longer. Being so close to relief but having to wait was like torture for her poor bladder and she found herself leaking again. She was on the verge of an accident and just as she was starting to consider that she might actually wet her knickers the door of the toilet opened and the girl that was in there exited. Karen rushed forward and waited for the light on the door to switch to green indicating it was ready to use. When it finally shone green she put her coin in and pulled the door.
The door didn’t move and when she looked she saw her coin had been returned. She grabbed it and quickly wiped it on her dress, hoping that it worked this time. She placed it back in the slot and this time the door beeped and she pulled it open. She dashed inside and the sight of the toilet in front of her caused her bladder to push and shoot a spurt into her little thong. She quickly lifted up her dress and pulled down her knickers. As soon as her thong was out of the way her pussy throbbed hard and pee started spurting out of her aching pee hole. A few drops ran down her legs as she quickly sat down and relaxed her muscles. She sighed in relief as pee gushed out full force and the pressure was lifted from her aching pussy. She moaned as her bladder emptied and the feeling of desperation slowly lifted.
It seemed to go on and on and when she finally finished and the stream died down she sighed happily. She wiped herself dry and pulled her knickers back up. She felt them as she put them in place and found they were a little wet but it could have been a lot worse she thought as she pulled her dress down and sorted herself out. After washing her hands she headed out and didn’t see Claire so figured she must be in the toilet next door. She walked over and stood to wait for the others and she suddenly saw Claire rushing towards her.
“Karen, have you got 20p babe?”. She said sounding flustered.
“No I just used the only one I had just then”. Replied Karen.
“Oh god, after you went into the toilet I realised I didn’t have any change on me and Pete was in the toilet so I had to leave the queue to wait for him, then when he came out he didn’t have 20p and neither did Mark so they have gone to get some change, I was hoping you would have one”.
“I’m afraid not, I thought I was going to be in the same boat but luckily I had one 20p in my purse” said Karen realising now why Claire was sounding flustered, she still had to pee.
“That’s okay, I just hope they get back soon, I’m absolutely busting for a wee” said Claire, bobbing on the spot as she did. After a few minutes Pete came back and handed 20p to Claire who grabbed it and dashed over and joined the queue again. Karen watched as she stood squirming and jiggling and couldn’t imagine what state she would have been in if she had had to get to the front of the queue and then leave only to have to queue again. From the look of it Claire was as desperate as she had just been herself and was happy when Claire finally went into the bathroom.
She came out a few minutes later looking much more relieved and headed back over to them. They grabbed their drinks and decided to head on down to the other end of town where there was a funfair and they knew there favorite food stall would be. Every Time there was an event in town like this there was a food stall that always set up in the same place that did amazing hot pork sandwiches and after a few beers that sounded like just the thing that was needed. Mark and Pete were walking ahead and suddenly Claire whispered “that was really close that one”.
“What was that?” asked Karen.
“I very nearly had an accident just then” replied Claire. “Lets just say when I got to the toilet my knickers were not entirely dry, I was so desperate”.
Karen smiled and said “I know the feeling, I was in the same position”. Claire laughed hearing that and joked about it as they wandered down the high street. They got to the stall they were heading for and each ordered a pork sandwich and went and sat on a wall nearby to eat them and finish their drinks. There was another stage nearby so they sat for a while enjoying the music.
“You guys can come back to ours if you want to” said Pete. “We were going to grab a few bits for a bbq , you are more than welcome to join us if you don’t have anything else planned”.
Karen looked at Mark and nodded before turning to Pete and telling him that they didn’t have plans so would love to come round for the evening. They finished off their drinks and then set off walking out of the town centre towards the supermarket on the outskirts. As they stood waiting at the traffic lights waiting to cross Karen realised she was starting to feel a little drunk, that and she was beginning to feel the need to wee again. It was always the case when she had been drinking, once the seal was broken it didn’t take long for her bladder to fill up again and she knew it wouldn’t be too long until she would have to go to the toilet again. She figured she would go at the supermarket and put the thought out of her mind. |
Part 2
She hated these traffic lights, they were a nightmare in a car but even worse when you wanted to cross the road. It seemed to take forever before the green man appeared and they crossed the first road. Once in the middle barrier they had to wait again for the next set of lights to allow them to cross. Eventually they got across and headed towards the supermarket up ahead. As they reached the entrance and walked through the car park Pete suddenly stopped and looked at his watch.
“Anyone fancy a walk around the park, seems a shame to waste such a lovely day” he said pointing across to the other side of the car park where there the park was. They all agreed it was a good idea and continued across the car park and walked up the ramp that led them into the park. Despite the event in the town centre the park was quite busy and Karen loved it. She loved seeing people enjoying the lovely day. People walking their dogs, kids laughing and playing in the playground, couples lounging around sunbathing. Something about the atmosphere filled her with a lovely feeling and made her feel so relaxed. They made their way down through the play area and across the little bridge over the beck and onto the back field. They joined the path that ran around the edge of the field and set off on a lovely stroll enjoying the sun and each others company.
On a typical day it would probably take about 15 minutes to walk around the edge of the field walking at her usual pace but today the combination of being tipsy and the warm weather meant their pace was much slower than usual and it was a while before they were two thirds of the way round and came to the big stone bridge over the beck that connected the two sides of the park. They stood on the bridge and leant on the railings having a breather and whilst standing watching the water running down the waterfall Karen was reminded of her need to pee. Now she had thought about it she realised how full her bladder had gotten in the time they had been walking around the park. She wasn’t too worried though as it wouldn’t take them long to get to the supermarket. Her thoughts were interrupted by Claire.
“Do you think the cafe will be open today, I fancy an ice cream, how about you guys?”
“I don’t see why it won’t be open” replied Mark. “and an ice cream sounds lovely right about now, need to cool down”.
“We’ll have a walk over and see and if its shut we can get an ice cream from the supermarket” said Pete.
As they crossed over the bridge Karen laughed to herself and found it quite funny that she needed to pee and where they were heading was once the parks public toilets. At least up until two years ago when the council declared that they could no longer afford to maintain them and sold the building. Shortly after the building was bought and turned into a small cafe within the park. Right now a part of her wished the park still had public toilets. Now her bladder was on her mind she was aware of how quickly her need was growing as all the alcohol she had drunk was filtering through.
When they reached the cafe they were happy to see it was open and they quickly went to one of the vacant tables outside and sat down. After consulting the ice cream menu and deciding what everybody wanted Mark and Pete went inside to order. Now she was sat down her need to pee didn’t feel as bad and as she started talking to Claire once again it vanished from her mind. A few minutes later the guys came back and said that their ice creams would be brought out when they were ready. Karen sat watching the kids playing and reminiscing about coming to this park with her parents when she was younger. Shortly after the waitress came out and placed their ice cream sundaes down and four glasses of lemonade. The sight of the ice cold lemonade was so tempting and Karen took a long drink.
“Mmmmm that’s so nice” she said as she put her glass down.
“I thought it would be a good idea to get drinks as well and the ice cold lemonade looked so good I couldn’t resist” said Mark sipping at his own glass. It certainly had been a good idea, the lemonade was so refreshing and after their walk around the park it was certainly needed to cool down. After she had finished her sundae she sat back with her lemonade and as she took a drink she squeezed her legs together as the urge to pee came back suddenly. Once the desperate urge had subsided she was left with the familiar pressure feeling that came from having a bladder that badly wanted release. All of the others had finished their sundaes so she knew it wouldn’t be long before they headed to the supermarket, the sooner the better as it definitely wouldn’t be long before she was desperate.
As they finished their drinks they started planning what they wanted to get from the supermarket and Pete commented that they should head there sooner rather than later as it was Sunday and would be closing early. When they had all finished Mark collected the glasses and Pete picked up the sundae bowls and carried them back into the cafe. The girls grabbed their bags and stood up and set off slowly walking down the path. When they reached the fork in the path that would lead them out of the park back to the supermarket they stood to wait for the guys to catch up and now she was stood up she felt like gravity was taking effect on her bladder. When she had been sat down she had been subconsciously squeezing her legs together and crossing her legs back and forth but now she was stood up her bladder felt heavier and she was definitely starting to get desperate for relief. She stood jiggling as she watched Mark and Pete walking towards them and when they caught up they carried on out of the park.
As they headed across the car park towards the supermarket they could see the signs of things winding down ready for the store to be closed. She grabbed a trolly and they headed inside. Although it hadn’t taken long for them to get from the park the walk hadn’t been easy. With each step her need seemed to have increased and she was having to really concentrate on not wetting her knickers. The moment they walked in her only thought was getting to the toilet.
“Before we go any further I have to pee” exclaimed Karen as she turned in the direction of the customer toilets.
“I’ll come with you, I really need a wee myself, that beer has gone straight through me” said Claire turning to follow behind her. The guys said they would start grabbing some things whilst they were gone and Karen nodded to show she had heard. She quickly walked towards the cafe in the supermarket where she knew the toilets were located and as she turned the corner she saw two women stood outside the disabled toilet. One of the women was an older lady so she just assumed she was waiting for the disabled loo. However as she reached the ladies further down the corridor she was greeted by a yellow wet floor sign in the doorway and the doors were propped open by a cart full of cleaning products. When she looked inside she saw a young guy cleaning the sinks. He heard Karen outside the door and looked up.
“Sorry, the toilets are closed for cleaning as the store is closing soon, the disabled toilet is available for use”.
“Okay thank you” replied Karen. She wanted to complain and ask if she could just use the toilet that she could see right in front of her but the thought of letting this young lad know how badly she had to pee made her feel embarrassed. The sight of the toilet and the relief that was so close but just out of reach was really increasing the pressure between her legs and making her struggle not to just completely wet herself right there. As she turned away she saw the wet floor sign that had stopped her and thought about how close she was to making more of the floor wet.
As she turned around Claire had caught up after having talking with the guys and Karen pointed to the disabled toilet behind her.
“The ladies is closed, we have to use the disabled” she said as Claire came level with her.
“Oh….okay” replied Claire turning round and she had a look of despair when she saw that there were a couple of people waiting.
They went and stood behind the two ladies waiting and Karen turned her focus onto the pulsing pressure between her legs. She was now getting urges of desperation flooding through her and each one she had to clench her muscles tight to keep her knickers dry.
“Oooo whilst we are here I will show you that dress you asked about the other day” said Claire. It took her a few moments to realise what Claire was talking about. Not surprising really, her brain felt like it was floating. She remembered a few days prior she had commented on a dress that Claire was wearing and how nice it was and asked where she had gotten it. She had told her then she had picked it up in the supermarket.
“Yeah, I might have to get one for myself, it’s really nice” Karen replied after realising what Claire meant.
As she was talking to Claire the person in the disabled toilet came out and the older woman and the person Karen assumed to be her daughter went in. She moved so she was stood outside the door and leaned against the wall. On one hand she was glad that both the women had gone in together, physcologically it made her feel better knowing that she was next in line, but on the other hand it meant that she would have to wait for both of them to do what they needed to do, at least she hope she could wait, with each passing second she felt herself getting closer to having an accident and flooding her knickers. At least now she was just with Claire in a secluded corridor she didn’t have to worry about people seeing her and with that knowledge she crossed her legs and pushed her hand into her crotch. Claire smiled and started squirming on the spot.
“You look like I feel” she joked “beer always makes me desperate to wee”.
“Yeah me too” said Karen squeezing her legs together “always the same when I’ve been drinking, once I pee once I end up going all the time”. She looked at the occupied toilet and sighed. “I hope they aren’t long I’m absolutely bursting, and by the looks of it so are you” she said nodding at Claire’s legs which were crossed and jiggling.
Time seemed to be moving super slowly and although in reality she knew it had only been a few minutes it had seemed ages since the two women had gone into the bathroom. Clenching her muscles tight was making her pussy ache but unlike before at least this time she could give herself a quick rub to relieve some of the pressure. Being able to squeeze her pussy and hold herself was helping keep her knickers dry but she knew that eventually no matter how hard she pressed her fingers into her crotch it wouldn’t stop the uncontrollable desperation building inside her. Claire was saying something to her but she couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying, all she could think about was how badly she needed a wee and how close relief was.
“Just keep holding on a couple more minutes” she kept thinking to herself. She was so focused on her own desperate need that she hadn’t noticed Claire standing next to her pee dancing like crazy. Just as she thought she was about to start losing control and leaking she was brought back to reality by the sound of the door opening in front of her. The two women walked out and smiled at Claire and Karen before walking past and round the corner.
Karen quickly rushed forward into the bathroom and knew Claire was following so left the door. She ran over to the toilet and as quickly as she could and yanked her dress up the moment she heard Claire locking the door behind her. She spun round, pulled her thong down and before she could fully get into position her bladder pushed hard and a forceful stream shot out of her aching pussy. She moved back onto the toilet and let out a huge sigh of relief as her muscles relaxed and the pressure lifted from her bladder.
“Ooooo that sounds nice, hurry up though”
Karen looked up and found Claire standing with her dress pulled up and her hand held tight against her crotch, squirming and dancing.
“Oh god babe be quick, the sound of you peeing is making it so hard not to wet myself”.
“I’ll be as fast as I can” said Karen, although she was still peeing full force and her bladder still felt quite full. She sat enjoying the relief as her bladder deflated and all the while listening to Claire’s moans and gasps. “Poor thing, it must be so hard watching someone pee when you are bursting” thought Karen but in that moment her selfish enjoyment of how good peeing felt took over. After what felt like an eternity her stream died down and as it did Claire started bobbing on the spot.
“Oh thank god, please say you are almost finished, I’m absolutely dying for a wee, I swear I’m like ten seconds away from peeing in the sink” she said frantically squirming.
Karen laughed and once she had finished she quickly wiped her pussy and then moved out of the way. Once she had moved Claire yanked down her knickers and quickly sat on the toilet and sighed happily, enjoying the same wonderful feeling Karen had just experienced. As Claire peed Karen sorted out her knickers and put her dress back into place and went to wash her hands. She dried her hands and waited for Claire to finish off and do the same. When she had they left the bathrooms and walked around into the clothes section to look at what was on offer.
They found the dress Claire had mentioned and Karen decided to treat herself and picked one up in her size. She went and tried it on and decided it looked great and after trying on a few other items they went off to find the guys. They found them looking at burgers and debating on what they wanted for the bbq. They slowly walked up and down the aisles browsing what was on offer and occasionally one of them would pick something up and throw it in the trolley. Just as they reached the end of the first row of aisles the tannoy system sounded and informed that the store would be closing in ten minutes. They quickly checked what else they needed and went to the drinks aisle to grab a crate of beer and some wine and then grabbed some snack items from the crisp aisle before making one final check that they had everything they wanted.
When they came to the checkouts most of them were closed apart from a couple near the store entrance. They made their way down and joined one of the queues. With only a couple of checkouts open there were a few people in front but they were in no major rush now they were queueing up to checkout. Eventually they reached the front and Karen helped Claire pack the shopping whilst joking about leaving Mark and Pete to pay for it all. Once they had paid they wandered out of the store and went and sat on the bench outside at the pick up point where Pete phoned for a taxi to take them back home. Mid conversation he held the phone away from his ear and said “they say it will be about 20 minutes what with the event in town, is that okay?”.
“Yeah no problem, not like we are stuck out in the rain or anything” replied Mark pointing at the glorious sunshine. Pete went back to talking to the taxi operator and confirming the booking before hanging up and sitting down on the bench too. It was only when Karen sat back to wait for their ride did she realise that once again her bladder was starting to fill. At first she was shocked at how quickly it had happened but she then realised that they had spent a while looking at clothes and wandering about the shop and with all the drinks she had consumed she couldn’t be too surprised. After almost wetting herself twice already she thought about quickly popping back inside and using the bathroom but when she looked round the corner the shutters were being pulled down as the store closed. She sat back and figured that it shouldn’t be too bad and would pee when she got to Pete and Claire’s house. |
Part 3
The sun beating down felt so nice on her skin and she leaned back enjoying the warmth. Pete had said the taxi would be about 20 minutes so there was time to enjoy the beautiful day. Claire started talking to her about work and after a few minutes Pete opened the crate of beer they had just bought and pulled some cans out. He held one out for Claire and then passed to Karen.
“Might as well have a drink whilst we are sat waiting”. He said passing another can over to Mark. Karen opened the can and took a sip. “Would be much better chilled” she thought to herself, but when it was this warm any drink was refreshing. She went back to chatting with Claire and bathing in the sun. It didn’t take long before she was crushing the can between her hand and got up to walk over to the bin. She dropped the can into the trash and as she walked back over to the bench where they were sitting she felt a pang from her bladder and she realised it might not have been such a good idea to drink her can so quickly, or even at all. As she sat back down she wished she could have gone and peed quickly before they had shut the store but that wasn't an option. She would just have to wait until they got to Claire’s house.
Claire was now showing Mark something on her phone and without the distraction of conversation Karen’s focus was on her pressing need. She was really starting to regret drinking that can as her bladder was starting to feel pretty full and was getting really needy for relief. She tried not to worry too much but she had no idea how long the taxi would be and how long it would be before they would be back at Claire and Pete’s. Not knowing how long the taxi would be also meant she couldn’t really sneak off somewhere and pop a squat. To get any kind of privacy she would have to go over to the park and knowing her luck the taxi would show up just as got into position and started having a wee. Plus she really didn’t want to have to do that and have the others know that she was getting desperate again like a little kid. All she could do was hope that the taxi would arrive soon and she wouldn’t have to wait too long to get to the bathroom.
As time passed she kept looking at her watch and the more she looked the more time seemed to slow down and her need to pee seemed to get worse. She guessed it was getting close to being 20 minutes since Pete rang so hopefully it wouldn’t be too much longer. However the minutes continued to pass by. “It’s taking a while to come” said Claire.
“Yeah but what do you expect with how many people are in town today” replied Pete. “Usually I would be annoyed but on a day like this you just have to roll with it. Karen half hoped that Pete would be more annoyed and get on the phone and tell them to hurry up. She was really needing a wee now and she knew that even once the taxi arrived there was no telling how long she would have to sit in the car making their way back to Pete and Claire’s. She knew she was starting to fidget but she couldn’t help it, the pressure on her pussy was starting to build like it did when she was busting for a wee.
She found herself alternating between looking at her watch, looking at the entrance to the car park and looking at her bouncing legs. She didn’t know which one was worse. All she knew was she was silently wishing for the taxi to get here now. She was confident she could make it back if they set off within the next few minutes but any longer and she was in danger of wetting herself in the back of the taxi. Just as the thought of how embarrassing that would be started entering her mind she was distracted by Mark.
“This looks like it could be us” he said pointing at a car that was coming into the car park. As it got nearer Karen was happy to see the markings of the taxi company on the side of the car and felt a little relief that it was finally here. As the taxi pulled up she stood up and had to squeeze her legs as the sudden motion made a wave of desperation hit her bladder. “Not long now, just hold on” she said to herself as she climbed into the back of the car beside Claire. Pete jumped in the front and Mark got in on Claire’s other side. When Pete had confirmed the destination with the driver they set off much to Karen’s relief.
As they came out of the supermarket car park onto the main road they joined the queue of traffic making its way through the town centre. On a normal day the string of traffic lights and roundabouts that ran around the town were a nightmare but with the roads through the town centre closed off for the festival traffic was moving even slower. All Karen could do was look around at the traffic and pray that it wouldn’t take long to get through to the other side of town. Just the sight of all the cars and the red lights was making her bladder ache with the desperate need to be emptied. Now she was sat down she could bounce her legs which helped a little but what she longed to do was hold her hand against her pussy where all the pressure was building. Unfortunately her dress didn’t have enough slack to allow her to do that, at least not without sticking her hand up and pressing directly on her knickers. She just resigned herself to bouncing her legs and squeezing her muscles to stop the ever growing flood threatening to erupt from between her legs.
It took a few minutes to get through the traffic and out to the other side of town and onto the main road out of town where at least they could get moving. As they picked up speed Karen starting feeling more confident that she would be able to wait, at least as long as there were no more hold ups. As if she had read her mind Claire leaned in and muttered “there best not be be anymore traffic, I need to get home asap”.
“Why whats up?” asked Karen, suddenly concerned something might be wrong. Claire glanced around at Mark and saw he was leant forward talking to Pete in the front seat. She turned back and whispered “I need a wee, no I really need a wee”. She suddenly gasped and moaned “oh god I’m almost wetting my knickers”. As she said this Karen saw her stiffen up and recognised the signs of a woman experiencing desperation. Karen leaned in and whispered “I’m glad I’m not the only one”. Claire looked at Karen and then down at her legs and saw them bouncing. She laughed and said “oh god, what are we like”.
Karen returned the laugh, again feeling somewhat comforted by the knowledge she wasn’t the only one in a desperate predicament. She couldn’t explain why it made her feel better, it just did. At least mentally. Physically she was still dying for a wee and getting dangerously close to having an accident right there on the back seat. From the look of it Claire was almost there too. The next few minutes seemed to pass so slowly and Karen felt a huge sense of relief when they pulled into Claire’s road and pulled up outside their house.
They all got out and despite wanting nothing more than to run inside and empty her bursting bladder there was shopping to be got out of the boot. Whilst Pete paid the driver Mark grabbed the crate of beer whilst Claire got the wine and Karen grabbed the bags. They made their way up the drive and Karen was happy to see that Pete had already the door open. They went inside and Karen hurried into the kitchen and put the bags of shopping down on the counter and put her handbag down too. When she turned round Pete came in and put the crate of the beer on the table.
As Karen went to head to the door to go upstairs something suddenly hit her. Mark had gotten the beer out of the car so why had Pete brought it in. She looked at Pete and asked where Mark was and she groaned when she heard his response. “He went up to the toilet I think, he handed me the beer and shot upstairs so I assume that is where he went”.
“Hopefully he won’t be too long” thought Karen squeezing her legs as she headed towards the door. Just as she got there Claire came rushing in and put down the wine on the table. Karen headed out and went upstairs. When she got to the bathroom door she tried the door and found it locked. She knocked and shouted “hurry up babe, I’m bursting for a wee”. She heard movement behind her and saw Claire appear at the top of the stairs. When she saw the door was shut she crossed her legs and said “oh god is Mark in there?”. Karen nodded and Claire groaned “oh god he has to be quick I am literally starting to wet myself”. Claire moved over and stood by the door and grabbed her crotch and began dancing on the spot. Karen couldn’t help but do the same. She too was on the verge of wetting her knickers and knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. After holding to bursting point twice already she knew her bladder wasn’t as strong as usual and once she started losing control it would happen pretty quickly.
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Luckily for her the toilet flushed and Mark opened the door. As she went to go in Claire suddenly jumped in front of her and with a smirk said “my house, I’m going first”. When Karen moaned and asked to go first Claire added “you went first at the supermarket, besides I’m about to burst”. Without waiting for a response Claire dashed into the bathroom and Karen watched as she quickly pulled up her dress and for a split second she saw a wet patch on Claire’s knickers before they were yanked down and her stream started. Claire sighed loudly as her stream got stronger and gushed into the toilet. All Karen could do was stand squirming and doing all she could to keep holding on just a little longer. The sudden delay in relief had caused her to start dribbling in her knickers and now listening to Claire relieving herself was causing her bladder to leak uncontrollably. She could feel her knickers getting wet and there was nothing she could do to stop it other than jam her hand up her dress and push hard against her aching pussy.
She danced around in utter desperation and realised she looked like Claire had done when she was waiting for her to finish earlier. Oh how the tables had turned. Her control was fading, the leaks were getting worse and now her knickers were saturated and would absorb no more. The feeling of pee snaking down her legs was making it so hard to hold back the rest of the flood but she had to, she had to wait a little longer. Without warning a hard spurt shot into her knickers and she gasped loudly. Another spurt, then another. Now pee was running down her legs and getting her feet wet. Inside her head she was willing herself to hold on, almost there, Claire would be finished soon then you can pee, just a few more seconds, please please please I just need to pee. Her inner monologue wasn’t helping. The more she thought about holding on the more she spurted and then suddenly she felt it. A huge wave of desperation crippled her body and she knew she couldn’t wait. The pain in her bladder was so bad and she could feel the flood coming down to her quivering pussy.
Without thinking she opened the door to the shower cubicle and jumped inside. The moment she knew she wouldn’t be making a mess her bladder pushed hard and the battle was lost. Pee erupted from her aching pee hole and soaked through her knickers and soaked the front of her dress. It streamed down her legs and gushed down between them. She spread her legs and just let the relief wash over her. In that moment she didn’t care that she was having an accident in front of her friend, she didn’t care about the embarrassment, all that mattered was the wonderful feeling of releasing that intense pressure. It seemed to go on forever but eventually the stream died down until she was just left standing there dripping and soaked.
“Oh gosh” she heard Claire say and she looked up, her face burning with embarrassment. She started laughing. It was either laugh or cry and it seemed laughing won. Claire started laughing too and suddenly it seemed more funny than shameful. When they stopped laughing she couldn’t believe she had just wet herself. At least she hadn’t made a mess on the floor, just completely soaked her dress. “Take those off, I will get you something to change into” said Claire chuckling to herself.
“Go and get that dress I bought, now I have an excuse to wear it” joked Karen as she peeled off her soaked knickers. Claire disappeared and came back a few moments later with Karen’s new dress. She went and brought her some clean knickers and left. Karen stripped off her dress and threw it and her knickers on the floor of the shower and quickly turned on the water to wash off her legs and gave her clothes a rinse through. Once she had she hung them up and then dried herself off before putting on the clean knickers and her new dress.
When she went downstairs Mark commented on the fact she had changed and with a blush she told him what had just happened. He just laughed and said “ah well, it happens”.
“Aye it does” said Pete and Karen jumped not realising he was behind them. She hadn’t meant for him to hear too. “It happens to us all….doesn’t it babe” he said winking at Claire.
“Shut up you” replied Claire suddenly blushing.
“Am I missing something” said Karen intrigued.
“Oh so I take it she hasn’t told you that when you guys went out last month on that leaving party for erm whatshername at the office that when she got home she didn’t even make it through the front door before she started wetting herself, at least you made it upstairs”. He continued smirking at Claire.
She laughed and threw the tea towel at him “I was drunk and I was absolutely dying for a pee, I thought I was going to pee in the taxi, I was surprised I managed to make it the door”.
“Yeah well it was certainly a shock for me when you came in and did that” laughed Pete “so don’t worry Karen, you aren’t the only one.
The guilt and embarrassment Karen had felt lifted and instead she just laughed as she watched Claire chasing Pete around the kitchen playfully hitting him for revealing her story. She would have to press her for details about that, always good to have a good embarrassing story to use as leverage.
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I might do the story of Claire's night out accident if you guys are interested in that, let me know ? |
[Content note: lots and lots of deliberate peeing on floors and things, desperation and wetting, standing pee, alcohol]
It started with a letter, and ended up with the most pee I have ever seen in one place. Now I've got your attention, let's start at the beginning.
I'm sitting on the ratty couch in our rented apartment. It's midsummer, and the air is stifling. The aircon is broken, and since we're moving out, we decided not to have the usual fight with our awful landlord to get it repaired. The windows are wide open, but it's still way too hot, so I'm naked; and it's too hot to think, so I'm watching trashy TV.
My best friend and housemate Tasha walks in, also naked. We long ago got over our fear of being nude around each other - live with someone for five years and you see way worse, anyway, especially when you both have a habit of excitedly bursting into the other person's room to tell them about something awesome you just saw online.
Tasha's carrying an envelope. She thumps down on the couch beside me, rips it open, extracts the letter, reads. A few seconds later she lets out an impressive fusillade of swearwords, and tries to throw the letter across the room. (Being paper, it just swirls up into the stale air, gyrates a bit, and lands on the floor in front of her.) "That absolute bastard!"
I can't decide whether to be amused at Tasha, or furious at our landlord. "I take it we're not getting our deposit back, then?"
"Not only that, but he says our contract included a $500 cleaning fee and he'll be billing us! After we spent two days cleaning the apartment..."
We've spent the last five years battling against Norman, our scumbag of a landlord. We probably should have known when the apartment was suspiciously affordable, but we've had to put in so much of our own money over the years to replace things that he refused to take care of, hire emergency plumbers, repair bits of floor that fell apart when we stepped on them.
Tasha rips the envelope into little pieces. "Fuck him. We need an elaborate plan of revenge."
"Yes. But it's too hot for making elaborate plans. I for one am going to continue watching shitty TV until this evening, then I propose that we go out and get wrecked to commiserate."
"...fine. I think you're right. Other than burning the place down, I can't think of anything right now."
"I mean, it's tempting, but no. Okay. Do you wanna watch America's Strangest Cakes, or Accountancy Warriors?"
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Three hours later, and five episodes deep into the repeated third season of Accountancy Warriors, we're slumped even deeper on the couch. I'm trying to distract myself with the show, and forget about the fact that I really could use that deposit back, but it isn't really working. Next to me, Tasha groans.
"What's up, roomie?"
She crosses her legs. "I am feeling so lazy and I don't wanna get up, but I'm really thirsty, and also I am absolutely bursting for a pee."
"Maybe you should just pee on the couch. It's Norman's, after all, and we're going to pay for cleaning it either way."
"Nah. We've still got a week here before we can move into the new place, and I don't want to live with a pee'd-on couch for a week in this weather. Otherwise, totally."
"Pity. I would have joined you, too. I'd love to see Norman's face if he came to inspect the flat and just found two big stains on the cushions."
"Maybe we should do it after we're moved out?"
I pause. "Tasha, I think I might have an idea. Let's think big, right? I want to really screw Norman over, and just a couch isn't big enough."
She turns and raises an eyebrow. "I am intrigued. Tell me more."
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We spent the evening in the local bar making plans, creating a Facebook event, and inviting our closest girlfriends - at least, those who we reckon will be okay with the strangeness of the party.
The next week passes in a blur of packing, recruiting friends with cars, loading, unloading, and setting up the new apartment. The new place is ... well, not gorgeous, but at least it probably doesn't have rats, and the AC works, and the appliances don't look like they'll catch fire or leak all over the floor. We've gotten pretty good at knowing what to look for. Burn marks are a dead giveaway.
On the eve of the party, Tasha and I are waiting in the now-bare kitchen with red cups of cheap white wine. She looks stunning - for a change, she's let her hair loose so the black wavy hair flows down her back, and the loose shimmery top and denim skirt look great against her dark skin.
I feel kinda odd in my little black dress, last worn years ago - it still fits over my skinny frame, but the I-have-no-boobs sensation that it always gave me is still there. I dyed my short hair a crazy acid yellow for the occasion, and gelled it up into vicious spikes. I feel badass. I also feel slightly drafty: to make this evening's activities more convenient, I'm not wearing any panties.
"Do you think this will work?" Tasha asks, and takes a nervous gulp of her wine.
"You mean, like, will everybody be too nervous to take part? I have no idea. I mean, if not, it'll just be a nice going-away party."
"Yeah, that's true." She wiggles a bit. "Okay, I actually need to go already. Typical. It's that thing about not being within range of a toilet and suddenly realizing you need a pee..."
Across the hall, we can see into our tiny dingy bathroom, with its wallpaper peeling away from the wall. The toilet seat is up, and a layer of hazard tape covers the bowl. In the middle is a sign I printed out that says 'Break tape in case of emergency.'
"Yeah, me too, a bit. But I don't intend to start the party until a few more people are here..."
As if on cue, there's a knock on the door.
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Half an hour later, we're all gathered in the living room, about twenty of us - friends from school, college, the local bohemian scene. Nobody from work or family - that would be just too weird. Small talk has been made, drinks have been served, and outfits admired. Despite the fancy clothes, there seems to be a strange mismatch of footwear: cheap sneakers, flip-flops, and even quite a few sets of rubber boots.
I'm standing in the center of the room - it's time to announce the party rules.
"Friends! As you saw on the Facebook invite, I have gathered you here for a weird and wonderful revenge on our asshole landlord. He's refused to give us back our deposit on this flat, and we've been stuck with a cleaning bill too, so we figured we might as well do something to deserve it. You may have noticed that the bathroom is out of commission. That's because this whole flat is now your bathroom. We've removed everything of ours from it, so other than the booze and red cups, whatever's left belongs to Norman. Pissing in front of others is not only allowed, but positively encouraged, but if you're bladder-shy, then please do feel free to find an out-of-the-way corner that Norman will never find. Don't pee on actual people, unless they consent, obviously. Go forth and pee on everything!"
Tasha walks out beside me, grins, and says "Right, I'll start, 'cos I'm bursting!"
She hikes up her denim skirt, pulls down her white panties, squats, and frowns. "You know, I thought this would be easier. Performance anxiety's not normally my thing ... ahhhh."
A smile of relief spreads over her face as a thick stream hisses forth, hitting the carpet with a loud drumming sound that quickly turns to splashing as a puddle forms underneath her.
The room is almost silent. She looks around, still peeing. "Talk amongst yourselves, people!"
There's laughter, and the conversation resumes. Tasha pees for what seems like an age, trailing off into little squirts and drips, then frowns again. "Jenny," she says, looking up at me, "... I don't suppose you could get me a bit of toilet paper?"
I giggle. "Silly thing. That's why I'm not wearing panties."
"Dammit, I should have thought about that! Still. TP, please?"
I grab her some, hand it to her, and she wipes, stands, pulls up her panties, pulls down her skirt. Once done, she looks down at the large puddle beneath her, dark grey standing out against the light grey-brown of the worn carpet. She smiles widely and raises both middle fingers to it. "Fuck you, Norman, buddy."
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The revenge starts out slow. Even though everybody who attended knew about this in advance, it's one thing to agree to pee in front of all of your friends, and another thing to do it.
It's another half hour before I pee - pulling up my little black dress and squatting in the corner of the living room. It takes me a while to get going, even though by now I'm bursting, but once I'm done I am deeply satisfied with the puddle I've made, and feeling very naughty. It's the first time I've peed on a carpet since I was a little girl, and it's strangely freeing.
As the empties of beer and wine stack up, and our friends get less inhibited, the pee starts to flow more freely. A couple more people visit the corner that I watered. I see a few people emerging from hall cupboards adjusting their clothing. One or two people decide that they'll use the bathroom, even though the toilet is blocked off - one perches on the edge of the bath and pees in the tub, and the other just makes a large puddle on the floor.
Three hours into the party, Celine, our favourite butch lesbian friend, drops her jeans and takes a long standing piss against the living room wall, getting a round of applause for her performance. Laughing, she tells the room that she learned to pee standing up years ago, to make life easier when hiking, and also just to prove that she could do it as well as any man. She's watered many trees, but this is the first time she's done it inside.
After that, people start getting more bold.
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"Where are you going to desecrate next?" Tasha asks me, propped up against the kitchen wall. I grab another bottle of beer and open it by slamming the cap against the edge of the worktop, noticing with pleasure that it leaves quite a mark.
"Not sure. I feel like, as a host, my pee should go somewhere special."
Tasha turns and kicks one of the kitchen cupboards. The door falls off, as it has done for nearly five years.
"Think you could pee in there? It's properly symbolic, like, given how it was the first thing he refused to repair."
I giggle. "God knows. I could try, though!"
I put my beer on the counter, pull my skirt up, and stop to think. "I've never tried peeing sideways before. It's not a skill I've ever needed."
"You've never needed to pee out of a moving vehicle?"
I raise an eyebrow at Tasha. "No, roomie, I never have. So, uh, how and when and why?"
"Remember my old band? And our beaten-up van? Well, put it this way: we drunk a lot of beer when we were riding in it, and why stop when you can just open the back door and let fly? I completely wet myself the first couple of times, but after a while I got pretty good at it."
"What about drivers behind you?"
"It was mostly on quiet roads at night. Well, there was that one time that this truck driver was tailgating us for miles, so I opened the back door, dropped my pants, and pissed in his general direction... I didn't manage to hit the truck, but he kept his distance after that! Anyway, go pee in your cupboard."
Tasha has always been much more hardcore than me.
I half-stand, half-crouch in front of the cupboard and bend almost double so my ass is pointing into it. It takes a while to convince my bursting bladder to let go in this position. The first few spurts just go straight down, but once I've got a decent flow going, I can hear that my stream has stopped hitting the kitchen floor and is splashing into the inside of the cupboard.
Once I'm done, I straighten up, shake the last few drops off, smooth my skirt down, and turn to look at my achievement. The inside of the cupboard is completely flooded - it looked like I managed to soak all the way to the back - and there's a small puddle on the kitchen floor in front of it. Echoing Tasha's earlier gesture, I give it the finger. "Damn, but revenge feels good."
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By 2am, people are embracing the party. Quite a few friends are sitting on the living room floor in the middle of large puddles, dresses up or skirts off, deep in conversation with others and letting go whenever they feel like. Celine's wall has become a mini pissing contest, people trying to beat her height record. So far nobody's succeeded, and there's a big damp spot in front of it from those who found that peeing standing up was harder than they expected.
I'm standing in the corner of the living room talking to Briar, one of my oldest friends. She's looking fabulous in a long peacock-coloured dress that hangs just off the floor, long blonde hair tied back in an elegant ponytail. I say something witty, and she laughs, then grimaces.
"Aaah, sorry, please excuse me," she mutters, pushing one hand between her legs and bending forwards a bit. A few seconds later when she straightens up, she's blushing. She doesn't remove her hand.
"Briar... have you not peed all evening?"
"No..."
"Aw, love. What's up?"
"I tried to go earlier, but when I got my bum out in front of everybody I just got super shy and froze up and couldn't go and now I need to wee so bad!"
I give her a gentle hug, careful not to bump her bladder. "Relax. Go in a cupboard maybe? Or in our old bedroom? It was empty when I last looked."
"There are people in the bedroom now. And I just felt super weird about weeing in a cupboard."
"Okay. I don't want to see you in pain. If you really need to go, just take the tape off the toilet and use it. Rules are meant to be broken, right?"
She smiles, slightly weakly. "Right. But... I don't know if I can walk now without wetting myself."
"Darling, you are in a living room full of half-naked people peeing on the floor. Nobody's going to mind if you wet yourself."
"I know, but ... yeah. I never thought I'd be this shy when I signed up! I'm sorry..."
My arms still around her, she buries her face in my shoulder.
"It's okay, it's okay. Remember this is just a revenge party, not some deep-seated dream of ours that you're spoiling."
I continue hugging her for a while, neither of us saying anything. After a bit, she takes her hand out of her crotch. After a little longer, she adjusts her dress. A few seconds after that, I can hear a very faint hissing noise, and droplets hitting the floor.
A minute later: "Jenny?"
"Yes?"
"I wee'd in my panties."
I give her a squeeze.
"Are you okay?"
"Mmhm. I feel better now. Does it show on my dress?"
I let her go and step back, gesturing for her to spin round.
"Nah, you're alright. Nothing showing at all."
She giggles a bit. "Okay. That's actually pretty cool, knowing that I can just wee whenever I feel like it in this dress."
"Yeah," I say, and look down. "Okay, you really did need to go."
She takes a step back and smiles. "Yeah, that's quite a puddle."
"Do you need to go take your panties off? I can give you fresh ones if you want."
"I'll go take them off, but ... you know, I think I might just not wear any. I think I'll need to wee again, and I think I'll be alright just standing in a corner and letting go under cover of my dress."
I give her a gentle kiss on the cheek and leave to mingle with the rest of the partygoers.
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The couch is the last thing to be sullied, since people have been sitting on it all night. At 5am, most people have left, and it's just Tasha, Briar, Celine and myself sitting on the couch listening to music.
As one song comes to an end, we sip our beers and regard the wonderful mess we've made. The carpet is mostly dark now, with only a few dry areas. Celine's wall is thoroughly wet, up to an impressive level. The rest of the apartment is similar. Tasha and I have spent the evening marking significant locations - the spot where the drier used to be before it caught fire, for instance. Briar's panties, rinsed and drying, are hanging in our bedroom.
"Well," Tasha says, "I think Norman's going to have a heart attack when he walks in the door tomorrow."
I smile. "I think you might be right."
"There's one thing we haven't done yet." She looks around. "Who needs to pee?"
All four of us raise our hands.
"Excellent. So this couch is still way too clean..."
Tasha and I hike up our skirts. Celine takes off her jeans. Briar rolls her dress up, revealing her long legs.
"Bri, I thought you weren't up for exposing yourself?"
"Yeah, but it's different when it's just you three."
"Fair enough. Okay, let's do this."
Tasha and I start peeing where we sit. Celine gets off the couch, turns round, uses her hand to spread herself, and lets loose an arcing stream of pee that hits the back of the couch. Briar shifts her bum to the arm of the couch so she's not sitting on it; it takes her several seconds of concentration, but eventually a trickle of pee starts sprinkling the couch.
I relax back into the ratty seat cushions, looking down between my legs at the little pond that's building up. The warm wetness feels surprisingly good against my crotch.
Tasha finishes first, and lifts herself up a bit; her puddle of pee runs out from between her legs and soaks the rest of the cushion. Celine is next, then me. I nearly go to lift myself like Tasha, but something stops me - I'm finding myself really quite enjoying sitting in my own puddle.
Eventually, it's just Briar left, slowly wetting the couch from her perch upon the arm. She's looking at us, blushing madly but smiling too. Then she's done, and she pulls her dress back down and sits demurely on the dry part of her cushion.
We're all silent for a second.
"Hey," Briar says. "I did a wee in front of you all."
"Yes you did," I smile.
"I kinda feel like that's significant somehow. Like I've gained a skill?" She giggles.
By now most of my pee has soaked into my seat cushion, so I shift forward and grab my beer, then thump back into the couch.
"Time to go?"
"Time to go," Tasha says. "But forever we shall remember ... we have done a momentous thing. And fuck Norman. He's gonna be so pissed." |
Kind of a sequel to this. AJ asked Rainbow Dash to help her hold it like she does, this is the results.
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Applejack rocked on her bed, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her bedroom was hot- stuffy, which did little to help soothe her sore bladder. Perhaps, if the she-devil guarding the door would let her out for a moment, it'd make things easier.
"H- How much longer?"
"About... 15 minutes, give or take." Rainbow Dash didn't bother to check the clock. With three mugs of apple cider, several bottles of water, and 3 hours of holding to boot, she doubted her friend would even make it five minutes, let alone 15.
"I ain't g- gah-" She squeezed her hind hooves together, a leak almost escaping. "Gonna m-make it that long."
"You can. Besides, you were the one who asked me to help."
"I wasn't expectin' it to be this hard." AJ rubbed her bulge gently. Dash grinned.
"Hey, you asked me to help you out here, and I never do anything second-rate when it's for my friends."
"Mmhm..." The orange woman rolled her eyes. "'Cept when it's got somethin' to do with hard labor."
"There's a reason I stick to the skies instead of the corn fields."
A few moments of silence passed.
"Celestia, I gotta go." She slid off the bed, pacing in front of the bed. "How long did you say you usually last?"
"Four hours, give or take. Maybe five if I put my mind to it?"
AJ stood in place for a moment. Her hooves bounced, with the occasional tremble. "Oh, screw it." She turned towards the door, only for Dash to step in front of her.
"Not yet." She said. The orange pony snickered.
"Good joke, now lemme through." She placed a hoof on RD shoulder, trying to push her to the side. Her friend steadfastly held her position, even against her strongest pushes and nudges. The smile slowly disappeared. "C'mon Dash, it was funny for a second, now let me through."
"You said three hours and thirty minutes, AJ. You still have 12 minutes left."
"Dash, I gotta go!" She paced in place, her groin tensing up as she tried to hold back any leaks.
"You'll manage."
"But..." Applejack paused, giving her a nasty look before turning away. Dash may have snuck a look or two at her trembling hind legs as she passed.
"I drank everythin' you handed me..." She hissed through her teeth. "All those bottles of water... The cider..."
"The three cans of soda, too."
"Ain't that enough for this? It's been hours, why don't you just let me through?"
"You specifically told me not to-" "I know, but I'm tellin' ya now to let me through!" She stood up again, stomping her right forehoof. A splash of liquid collided with the wooden floor, pulling a gasp out of the farmer. She sat back down, pressing both forehoof into her crotch.
"You're starting to leak already?" RD questioned, holding back a grin. "You still have 10 minutes left. At this rate, you'll be soaked by the time I let you out."
AJ took a deep breath, remaining hunched over for a minute or two, before leaning back up and staring at her captor through errant strands of her blonde hair. "You're enjoying this, ain't'cha?" She stood back up, scooting back up on to the bed. "Watchin' me 'bout to wet myself. Squirmin' around, tryin' not to pee."
"Maybe a liiiiiiiiitle bit." She smiled.
"Darned pervert... I oughta..." Another leak ran down her leg, interrupting her train of thought.
"Dammit!" She cursed, almost hopping off the bed. A stain had been left on the sheets, about the size of a quarter. "Ya see?! I can't wait!"
"You still have about... Six minutes."
"I can't wait that long!" She quickly walked up to her. "Dash, you gotta let me through!"
"It'll be worse if I do."
"I don't care! I need to go!"
RD shrugged, pushing the door open and stepping out. AJ rushed out as fast as her hooves would carry her, waddling through the empty hall of her house and towards the bathroom. A rainbow-colored blur dashed past her, shoving the door open and closing it. AJ groaned.
"Dash!"
"I told you it'd be worse."
Applejack groaned, leaning up against the door. Her face had flushed into a dark shade of orange, her vision blurry and her eyes water, and her bladder ached, bulging out an inch or two. She almost gave up right there, but her pride wouldn't allow her to.
"Dash, please..." She plead, another leak getting out. Most of her strength had gone into running to the bathroom. Her tank was running on fumes.
"Four minutes."
AJ could only moan as she tried to keep it in, leaning against the door. Her hind hooves were crushed together, both forehooves pressed into her crotch.
"How're you holding up?"
"Fuck off." She cursed beneath her breath. RD giggled from behind the door.
"Okay, okay, I'll open up."
AJ gasped, jumping up. A hissing noise bounced off the walls of her empty home, pee splattering against the hardwood floor.
The door cracked open before AJ burst through, finding her treacherous friend sitting atop the closed toilet lid.
"Two more minutes, that's all."
"Please..." AJ groaned. "I- I really can't-" Another squirt came out, managing to last a second or two before she plugged it. Her face strained, sweat-covered strands on her blonde hair clinging to her forehead, leaning down to press her hooves into her crotch.
"You look so hot right now..." Dash whispered, a light blush over her face and nose. Unfortunately, but AJ was too focused on keeping herself contained to her or acknowledge her.
"60 seconds, cowgirl."
AJ whimpered, her feet tapping against the floor. Her whole body shivered and trembled. She looked up at RD, still sitting up there, taking in every detail she could.
"50, 49, 48..."
Dash slowly stood up, pushing the toilet seat up. Her heart raced as she watched her friend's display of willpower. It excited her as much as if she were holding. Remember to breathe, Dash...
"40, 39, 38..."
Applejack gasped, a jet of pee shooting out and clattering against the wooden floor, opening up the floodgates. Her hooves moved to plug the leak, but it was much too late- it was too much to hold and felt too good to stop.
Rainbow Dash quickly pushed AJ onto the toilet. AJ gasped as her pee crashed against the porcelain, her eyes glassy. The relief she felt was... unimaginable. She didn't know it was possible to feel so good.
She took a few breaths as her stream slowly died off. Applejack blinked a few times before looking around. RD stood in front of her, her mouth opened slightly, staring at her.
"You... Really had to go..."
"I told you." She sighed, blushing again, embarrassed slightly. "You're cleanin' this up. I need a shower." AJ stood up. A cold one...
RD shook her head, waking herself from the trance. "Alright... Yeah, sorry." She nodded. "Did you enjoy it, at least?"
AJ's face became as red as an apple.
"M... Maybe a little bit..." She admitted, though they both knew she enjoyed this more than just, "a little bit."
"Yes!" Rainbow Dash pumped a fist in the air. "I knew this was your thing!"
"K-Kinda..." Her blush spread to the rest of her face.
"Now, of course, the goal is to pee inside the toilet..." She glanced towards the floor. A large puddle had formed in front of the toilet. "We'll still have to work on that."
"Oh, shut your trap and get the mop!" Applejack barked. Dash chuckled as she headed towards the door.
We'll have to do this again. Who knows, once she's better at holding it, maybe she could hold it longer than me. The rainbow haired mare pondered. We'll definitely have to test that theory out.
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Aaaaand here you go. I didn't know whether or not to just make a separate post or not for this, so I'll just keep this here.
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"Drink."
Rainbow Dash held a bottle of water up her friend, Applejack. She stared at it for a moment, rolling her eyes and taking a sip.
"Why the hay do I have to drink so much? Third bottle you've gave me."
"You have to have a lot of fluids. Got to have pee to hold." She chuckled. They had decided that AJ's bedroom would probably be the best place to start holding at. The door was shut, the room was freshly cleaned(with a towel folded on the nightstand just in case), and their saddlebags at the foot of the bed.
"Besides, you were the one who wanted to try this out."
"I know," Applejack shifted up slightly, scooting up on her bed, the bright green sheets wrinkling against her movements. Her hind hooves resting against the wooden bed frame. "But ya could at least give me somethin' with some flavor."
"I will, eventually. But for right now..." She held it back up to her. AJ frowned, taking a big gulp out of the bottle.
"How're you feeling right now?"
"Fine, I guess." She shrugged her shoulders. "Don't need to go, not really."
"And when was the last time you went?"
"When I had lunch a couple hours ago."
"Alright..." She nodded. "Go ahead and finish up this up, then we'll be done with drinking for a while."
"Thank Celestia..." AJ mumbled under her breath. She chugged down the last half of the bottle, sitting it back beside RD.
"How often do ya do this sorta thing?"
"Depends on how busy I am." RD leaned back into the mattress, placing her hooves under her head. "Usually once a week, maybe twice."
"Are you good at it?"
RD scoffed. "Please. I don't even try half the time."
The orange woman deadpanned. "Really?"
"Mmhm!"
"What's the longest you could hold it then, doin' what you're showing me right now."
"Well..." Rainbow Dash glanced away. "Three hours, give or take. Maybe four if I put my mind to it. I am getting better, though."
"Mm-hm..." AJ cleared her throat.
"So, why do you want to try this anyway? Never would've guessed this was your thing too."
"It ain't my 'thing.'" She looked down at her, a small blush to contrast with her orange fur. "Well, maybe a little... Don't really know. Never get the time to, with the farm 'n all." She laid down beside her. "Only time I really don't have much to do is Winter, but then there's the holidays, relatives... By the time I got time to do it, Cider season starts up and I've gotta work on that."
"Why not just hold it after you get done with the farmwork?"
"And risk Apple Bloom or Big Mac catchin' me? No, thank you!"
RD shrugged her shoulders. "I do it all the time. How do you think I spiced up all those dumb parties Pinkie threw after Twi's brother got married?"
Applejack blushed a deep red, turning away. "I c-can't believe..."
"What?" She grinned deviously, sitting up. "Last time was probably the hardest, but where's the fun in doing it the easy way?
"You drank a whole jug of apple cider... Y- You held all that?"
"Mmhm." Dash leaned over to her ear. "Isn't is exciting?" She whispered
AJ shot up, almost hopping off the bed. "Well, heh- I-I think I'm gonna a go grab somethin' to drink!"
"C'mon AJ, there's no shame in admitting you like holding."
She opened her mouth to shoot back, yet only a awkward groan. "I'm gonna need some cider for this."
"Make sure you grab me some."
Applejack quickly made her exit, taking a few minutes before she returned with a wooden plate pinched between her teeth, a large, green pitcher of her own homemade apple cider with two small glasses sat to the side. She sat it on the nightstand, picking up the pitcher and poured their drinks.
"You really need to give us this stuff more often. Makes things a lot more fun." She scooted to the edge of the bed, lifting up her drink and downing it. A shiver ran through her body, the sharp taste cutting through her. However, there was something missing about it...
"Aw, what?"
"Sorry, I don't feeling gettin' hammered when I gotta get up and work in the morning." AJ said, before drinking hers. She didn't react nearly as much as Dash did, but her forehooves did wobble a bit when she sat the glass back down
"Weak..." RD sighed. She poured AJ another cup before filling her own glass. "How're you holding up over there?"
"Fine." She said, chugging down the freshly filled mug. "Kinda feelin' something, but nothin' I can't handle.
"Let's work on that, shall we?" She filled AJ's mug again, flashing a cheeky grin, almost daring her to protest.
"... I'm gonna hate myself for doin' this later," She tossed the mug back, downing the cider.
"That's the spirit!"
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Applejack rocked on her bed, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her bedroom was hot- stuffy, which did little to help soothe her sore bladder. Perhaps, if the she-devil guarding the door would let her out for a moment, it'd make things easier.
"H- How much longer?"
"About... 15 minutes, give or take." Rainbow Dash didn't bother to check the clock. With three mugs of apple cider, several bottles of water, and 3 hours of holding to boot, she doubted her friend would even make it five minutes, let alone 15.
"I ain't g- gah-" She squeezed her hind hooves together, a leak almost escaping. "Gonna m-make it that long."
"You can. Besides, you were the one who asked me to help."
"I wasn't expectin' it to be this hard." AJ rubbed her bulge gently. Dash grinned.
"Hey, you asked me to help you out here, and I never do anything second-rate when it's for my friends."
"Mmhm..." The orange woman rolled her eyes. "'Cept when it's got somethin' to do with hard labor."
"There's a reason I stick to the skies instead of the corn fields."
A few moments of silence passed.
"Celestia, I gotta go." She slid off the bed, pacing in front of the bed.
"You can hold it, you're a big girl." RD taunted. Applejack glared at her,
"I ain't full enough not to come over there and hit'cha." She threatened. "Clear?"
"Crystal." Dash grinned. It was fun not to be the one holding for a change.
AJ stood in place for a moment. Her hooves bounced, with the occasional tremble. "Oh, screw it." She turned towards the door, only for Dash to step in front of her.
"Not yet." She said. The orange pony snickered.
"Good joke, now lemme through." She placed a hoof on RD shoulder, trying to push her to the side. Her friend steadfastly held her position, even against her strongest pushes and nudges. The smile slowly disappeared. "C'mon Dash, it was funny for a second, now let me through."
"You said three hours and thirty minutes, AJ. You still have 12 minutes left."
"Dash, I gotta go!" She paced in place, her groin tensing up as she tried to hold back any leaks.
"You'll manage."
"But..." Applejack paused, giving her a nasty look before turning away. Dash may have snuck a look or two at her trembling hind legs as she passed.
"I drank everythin' you handed me..." She hissed through her teeth. "All those bottles of water... The cider..."
"The the cans of soda, too."
"Ain't that enough for this? It's been hours, why don't you just let me through?"
"You specifically told me not to-" "I know, but I'm tellin' ya now to let me through!" She stood up again, stomping her right forehoof. A splash of liquid collided with the wooden floor, pulling a gasp out of the farmer. She sat back down, pressing both forehoof into her crotch.
"You're starting to leak already?" RD questioned, holding back a grin. "You still have 10 minutes left. At this rate, you'll be soaked by the time I let you out."
AJ took a deep breath, remaining hunched over for a minute or two, before leaning back up and staring at her captor through errant strands of her blonde hair. "You're enjoying this, ain't'cha?" She stood back up, scooting back up on to the bed. "Watchin' me 'bout to wet myself. Squirmin' around, tryin' not to pee."
"Maybe a liiiiiiiiitle bit." She smiled.
"Darned pervert... I oughta..." Another leak ran down her leg, interrupting her train of thought.
"Dammit!" She cursed, almost hopping off the bed. A stain had been left on the sheets, about the size of a quarter. "Ya see?! I can't wait!"
"You still have about... Six minutes."
"I can't wait that long!" She quickly walked up to her. "Dash, you gotta let me through!"
"It'll be worse if I do."
"I don't care! I need to go!"
RD shrugged, pushing the door open and stepping out. AJ rushed out as fast as her hooves would carry her, waddling through the empty hall of her house and towards the bathroom. A rainbow-colored blur dashed past her, shoving the door open and closing it. AJ groaned.
"Dash!"
"I told you it'd be worse."
Applejack groaned, leaning up against the door. Her face had flushed into a dark shade of orange, her vision blurry and her eyes water, and her bladder ached, bulging out an inch or two. She almost gave up right there, but her pride wouldn't allow her to.
"Dash, please..." She plead, another leak getting out. Most of her strength had gone into running to the bathroom. Her tank was running on fumes.
"Four minutes."
AJ could only moan as she tried to keep it in, leaning against the door. Her hind hooves were crushed together, both forehooves pressed into her crotch.
"How're you holding up?"
"Fuck off." She cursed beneath her breath. RD giggled from behind the door.
"Okay, okay, I'll open up."
AJ gasped, jumping up. A hissing noise bounced off the walls of her empty home, pee splattering against the hardwood floor.
The door cracked open before AJ burst through, finding her treacherous friend sitting atop the closed toilet lid.
"Two more minutes, that's all."
"Please..." AJ groaned. "I- I really can't-" Another squirt came out, managing to last a second or two before she plugged it. Her face strained, sweat-covered strands on her blonde hair clinging to her forehead, leaning down to press her hooves into her crotch.
"You look so hot right now..." Dash whispered, a light blush over her face and nose. Unfortunately, but AJ was too focused on keeping herself contained to her or acknowledge her.
"60 seconds, cowgirl."
AJ whimpered, her feet tapping against the floor. Her whole body shivered and trembled. She looked up at RD, still sitting up there, taking in every detail she could.
"50, 49, 48..."
Dash slowly stood up, pushing the toilet seat up. Her heart raced as she watched her friend's display of willpower. It excited her as much as if she were holding. Remember to breathe, Dash...
"40, 39, 38..."
Applejack gasped, a jet of pee shooting out and clattering against the wooden floor, opening up the floodgates. Her hooves moved to plug the leak, but it was much too late- it was too much to hold and felt too good to stop.
Rainbow Dash quickly pushed AJ onto the toilet. AJ gasped as her pee crashed against the porcelain, her eyes glassy. The relief she felt was... unimaginable. She didn't know it was possible to feel so good.
She took a few breaths as her stream slowly died off. Applejack blinked a few times before looking around. RD stood in front of her, her mouth opened slightly, staring at her.
"You... Really had to go..."
"I told you." She sighed, blushing again, embarrassed slightly. "You're cleanin' this up. I need a shower." AJ stood up. A cold one...
RD shook her head, waking herself from the trance. "Alright... Yeah, sorry." She nodded. "Did you enjoy it, at least?"
AJ's face became as red as an apple.
"M... Maybe a little bit..." She admitted, though they both knew she enjoyed this more than just, "a little bit."
"Yes!" Rainbow Dash pumped a fist in the air. "I knew this was your thing!"
"K-Kinda..." Her blush spread to the rest of her face.
"Now, of course, the goal is to pee inside the toilet..." She glanced towards the floor. A large puddle had formed in front of the toilet. "We'll still have to work on that."
"Oh, shut your trap and get the mop!" Applejack barked. Dash chuckled as she headed towards the door.
We'll have to do this again. Who knows, once she's better at holding it, maybe she could hold it longer than me. The rainbow haired mare pondered. We'll definitely have to test that theory out.
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Sarah, Kelsey, and Olivia walked down the sidewalk away from the concert that they had just attended. They weren’t satisfied with that they had payed for. The lines were too long everywhere. Long lines to get in, long lines to buy drinks so they didn’t bother, and long lines for the bathroom, which they also decided not to bother with. Olivia, 19 years old, is Kelsey’s sister, who is 18 years old. Sarah is there mother, 40 years old.
“Is it me or could that entire thing have been better?” asked Kelsey.
“I know, and I didn’t get a chance to pee becuase of those freaking lines.” Olivia slightly shifted and put her hand to the crotch of her jeans as she said this.
”Yeah, they could have planned it better. And all the taxis and Uber’s got used up as soon as it was over.” As she said this Sarah crossed her legs for a second to hold in her growing urge to pee. “If we can’t find one it’s going to be a 45 minute walk.” Sarah was an attractive medium height woman with straight black hair and paleish skin. She had large thighs, a small hip, and a large well porportioned butt. She’s wearing white cotton panties under her floral sundress.
kelsey was annoyed to hear this. “This is all their fault.” She slightly crouched down and put both hands on the crotch of her black yoga pants leggings. Kelsey had curly black hair that went just past her shoulders, was a little under medium height, and inherited her mother’s waist figure. “I can’t hold it for that long”.
”Well you’re going to have to. No place is open this late that you can stop in”. Olivia was getting annoyed at her sister, she knew where Kelsey was going with her words. Olivia had light brunette hair, was the smallest of the three, but still had the family waistline.
Kelsey replied “No it’s too long of a wait”.
Sarah, also knowing what Kelsey had in mind, said back to her “You’ll be fine, we’re all grown ups”.
”But I really have to go” Kelsey replied as she put on a sad face and started doing a full scale potty dance. She was a few paces a head of the other two and was looking to see who was around. Nobody was paying attention to them. “Yeah just forget it, I can’t hold it”. She then faced towards anybody who may look with her back towards her family, and started to pee her pants. The back of her yoga pants became soaked with the front only slightly damp at the crotch. A puddle piled around her.
”For fucks sake” remarked Olivia
”I can’t believe my adult daughter still wets her pants” said Sarah, exasperated.
Olivia was ticked off. Kelsey has always done stuff like this. The minute she tells you she has to pee, she’ll decide to pee herself if she has to wait. Whether a teacher ask her to wait five minutes or a gas station on the road is far away, she won’t even try to wait. And she always got away with it with nothing worse than a mild scolding. The one time Olivia tried it she got yelled at and berated for not acting mature.
”Well that’s better.” Kelsey said with a look of relief on her face and continued walking.
Meanwhile, Olivia continued her struggled walk, determined to pee in a toilet. However, Sarah had to pee more than she was letting on to her daughters. Seeing Keylsey wet herself only made it worse, and she lost a drop of pee into her panties. However, while she had to pee the most, she also had the strongest bladder and was fairly confident she could hold the rest until she got to a bathroom.
Olivia wasn’t looking so good though. She kept having to stop and cross her legs, she was slowing down and there was still a half hour to go. Kelsey saw this and playfully took out a water bottle from her bag, shook it, and sipped it in front of her. Olivia felt a drop of pee touch her red panties.
“Stop! I’m going to pee myself!” Olivia yelled. It wouldn’t be the first time, but she didn’t pee herself nearly as often as Keylsey did, and she really didn’t want to become known as pee pants girl.
Seeing this made Sarah dribble a few more drops into her panties. She didn’t react though, she didn’t want her daughters to think peeing yourself was normal. Hopefully she could keep pretending to be fine and make it to the bathroom otherwise.
With 20 minutes to go Olivia stopped, started breathing heavily, and let go a huge sigh as a big steam of pee went into her pants. A six inch line was visible on her front, and the bulge of her butt was mostly soaked.
“I...I can still...make...it” she said shakily. But at that she lost it all and pee flowed down both legs, front and back, soaking her jeans.
“You guys, you gotta try better at holding it” Sarah told them. Little did they know that the scene made Sarah spurt a small stream into her underwear.
Olivia’s fave was bright red, she didn’t want to say anything more. They continued walking back to their apartment. Sarah was getting in worse shape by the minute though. Even worse was Keylsey kept berating the defenseless Olivia.
“Enough Kelsey. You peed your pants on purpose. Olivia had an accident.” Sarah did not want to deal with this. She was resorting to crossing her legs now and then. She had the strongest bladder, but that didn’t mean much compared to her kids.
5 minutes away from the apartment, some fire works started going off in the sky. All three looked up as they walked. At three minutes to go, Sarah was sweating at how much she had to go. With her kids not paying attention to her, she crossed her legs and potty danced. She was at the breaking point. 1 minute away from the apartment, with the building in sight, Sarah knew she wasn’t going to make it. She was thinking of how to explain it to Kelsey and Olivia, but then the grand Finale of the fireworks went off. Just then Sarah started peeing. She thought fast, and nothing her kids looking intently at the fire works, croutched down behind a corner, hiked up her dress, and peed forcefully through her panties. She peed for 25 seconds. She wasted no time getting up and inspecting the damage. Luckily, her dress was dry except for a small dime sized wet spot on her butt. She rejoined her kids who didn’t even know she left, and made their way into their apartment.
”Give me your wet clothes, I’ll wash them” Sarah said. Kelsey gave over her black yoga pants and polka dot panties, and Olivia gave her Jeans and red panties. Before putting them in the wash Sarah went to her bathroom. She lifted up her floral dress and inspected her panties. They had practically turned from white to yellow all over. She slid them off and put all their clothes in the wash. Little did she know that Kelsey noticed her mom clutching an extra pair of panties and that she had changed her dress. |
Chapter 2.
It has been a few days since the concert, but Kelsey was still giddy at the fact that her mom Sarah had peed herself. Or at least she was fairly certain that she had. She hadn’t seen her mother’s actual accident, but noticed that when they got home she suddenly didn’t have to pee anymore and added the underwear she was wearing to the laundry. Kelsey was excited because her mom never pees her pants. She had always scolded Kelsey that adults aren’t supposed to wet themselves and had been a good role model for that, but if she had actually peed herself that night she couldn’t in good conscience be mad at Kelsey. Or at least in Kelsey’s logic. The fact that Olivia and Sarah held it until they couldn’t anymore, while she just peed herself out of convenience didn’t seem to factor into her line of thought.
However, the evidence from that night was long gone. Laundry had been done multiple times, and Kelsey didn’t want to seem weird by suddenly asking her mom “Hey did you pee yourself the other night?”. She needed proof that even her mom could have an accident though. Kelsey came up with the first of two ideas. She would talk about about one of her own accidents and hopefully get Sarah to open up and tell the truth about the other night.
At dinner that night Kelsey explained to Olivia and Sarah that ”Last week I was with my friend Kayla at the movies. We saw Deadpool 2. It was so funny that I kept laughing so hard, I actually peed my pants!” She laughed as she told them this and scanned their faces for their reactions. They both just looked at her funny. Not being the response she wanted, she went on “It sucks having to always pee my pants in front of everyone, it’s so embarrassing” and put on a sad face in hopes of a pity story. Sarah just rolled her eyes and Olivia asked “Hey can you stop putting your peed clothes with mine in the laundry? K thanks”.
With the night being a bust and having slightly less dignity, Kelsey came up with a second plan; to stage another accident for her mother. The plan was relatively simple, get Sarah to do something tiring so she drinks a lot, and try to keep her away from the bathroom. And the best activity to accomplish this? Hiking.
The next morning Kelsey invited Sarah on to the hike that late evening. It’d be a long trail that while not busy they were sure to encounter others while walking. They made sure to bring plenty of water bottles as the day was extremely hot. Kelsey wore black and pink running shorts and Sarah wore black sweatpants, both of which complimented their figures.
The hike went on as exactly as Kelsey hoped. It was a steep trail that took a lot of energy to climb around. They both steadily drank their water without hesitation in the hot and humid weather. The occasional passerby met them so Sarah would absolutely not squat and drop her pants. Kelsey wouldn’t mind, and infact at the halfway point she had to pee. Instinctively she began to pee, staining her blue underwear, but she stopped. She realized it would be best to keep her Sarah’s mind off the topic of pee besides her own, as to not taint the experiment. Sarah also had to pee at the halfway point, and checked every land mark they passed for a port a potty. She wouldn’t find one though, as Kelsey deliberately picked a trail that only featured out of order ones at most.
At the three quarter point Kelsey was getting anxious. She actually never had to hold her pee so she wasn’t used to this feeling. She was wondering whether SHE would make it to the bathroom. Wet pants was not a strange concept to her, but it had always been under her control. Rarely was it something she had to worry about losing control unexpectanly.
Sarah on the other hand was just annoyed. When she had to pee, she held it. This was something she dealt with periodically, so her mind was on finding a bathroom so she could move on. Just an inconvenience of the day.
At the end of the trail they wasted no time going to the car. Kelsey was hoping Sarah would wet her pants on the trail but it was a long shot anyway, plus she wanted to get to a bathroom herself. And there was always the ride home to deal with. However, Kelsey noticed Sarah was skipping stopping at businesses that would have a restroom on the way back.
“Let’s just wait until we get home for the bathroom. I’ve used some of these before and they’re disgusting. Unless you want to go for yourself. ” Sarah told Kelsey.
”No, I agree” Kelsey replied.
By the time they got home 20 minutes later both girls were squirming in their seats. Kelsey just didn’t want to inspire her mom to be the better person and hold it if she ended up peeing herself, and Sarah decided to drop the modesty of not holding yourself after her incident at the concert. When she parked, both girls bolted in. Kelsey was actually glad to see a toilet, until she realized that Sarah was infront of it, and closed and locked the bathroom door.
Kelsey pounded on the door. Her legs were shaking. “Mom this IS NOT funny. Open the door!!!”. Unfortunately for her she never really developed her holding skills, and she slowly lost her hold and pee spread through her shorts and onto the floor. She just sighed. The end result wasn’t a big deal for her, she just hated that she lost control.
Sarah emerged from the bathroom, and Kelsey just pointed out her pee stain and puddle. “Well did you make it at least?” Keylsey asked hoping to hear that in the end the plan worked and Sarah actually wet herself. Without saying a word Sarah just rolled her eyes and lowered her sweat pants for a second revealing her dry white panties, and then turned around showing that her butt was also dry. With that, she just walked past the defeated Kelsey.
”That was fun sweetheart, thanks for inviting me” said Sarah in the hall drinking another bottle of water. “That took a lot out of me. I’m just going to go to bed now”.
That night Sarah hazily walked to the bathroom to pee. She plopped herself down on the toilet and peed straight away. After she was done, Sarah noticed a problem. In her tiredness, she never put up the toilet cover. Or take off her pajama pants. She didn’t feel the correct wetness though. It was there, but she was certain that this didn’t feel like wetting her pants. But why?
Sarah then opened her eyes to find her in her bed with the sun shining through the window. Confused, she remembered her pee dream, and then felt the damp sensation around her legs. She looked under the covers and saw a huge pee stain on the sheets and on her red pajamas.
Shit.
She figured she was so tired from the hike she didn’t wake up to pee out all the extra water that her body still had to process after her only pee after the hike. She rubbed her head. This was bad. It had been too many years to count since she had last wet the bed. This wasn’t her thing. Her kids were regular bedwetters until they were almost teens, so bedwetting was supposed to only be a recent memory for them. She was the one who was always supposed to be dry, the one to help.
In the middle of that thought, Olivia came into the room. Sarah discreetly pulled the covers back over herself to conceal the stain and hoped the smell wasn’t noticeable. “Mommy can we talk?” She asked
“We can always talk” Sarah replied. This was not the time for her to help Olivia through one of her moods, but she couldn’t say anything. Sarah blamed herself for having the best advice. “Don’t you have work this morning though?”
But Olivia talked about every emotion she was currently even thinking about, and Sarah gave her all the advice she needed. Olivia was so happy that she gave Sarah a hug, which Sarah orchestrated to not touch the pee. Olivia left, and Sarah could finally breathe. Of course Olivia will come in tomorrow morning for the same exact advice like she does every day, but that’s okay. Kelsey should be out in her college class by now, so she took the sheets and brought them to the laundry room without changing. Of course, the last thing that Sarah wanted to happen, happened. She heard the door open, and heard Kelsey yell hello. Panicking Sarah reached into the washing machine to grab the sheets with her butt pointing out into the open, and heard “OH MY GOD, MOM!!!”. Kelsey bardged into the laundry room smiling with a massive grin pointing at her mom’s wet butt.
”You actually wet your pants!”
”No I didn’t”.
”Are you kidding? You totally did. And what’s in here?” Kelsey reached into the washing machine and pulled out the peed sheets. She sniffed them, and smiled. “This is totally pee. You wet the bed didn’t you?”.
Sarah seeing no way out of this, confirmed “Yes I did. I didn’t do it on purpose, I just drank a lot of water last night and didn’t use the bathroom enough before bed.”
”Wow, this makes me feel so much better about how you always berate me for peeing myself. Not even I wet the bed!” Kelsey exclaimed. “You also peed after the concert didn’t you?”
Sarah did feel okay lying here. “I dribbled a little bit, but I held it beyond that.”
kelsey, not convinced but satisfied, said “okay Mom, accidents happen. It’s okay to pee yourself if you can’t get to a bathroom”. Kelsey fled the room after that and left Sarah alone.
Sarah stripped and put her peed pajamas into the wash too. She sighed, “my freaking kids. They drive me crazy”. |
Chapter three takes place a few months after Chapter two.
Chapter 3
Olivia was at a get-together at her friend Emily’s house. Emily was a medium height dirty blond with long hair and was a more skinny figure. There was more or less about half a dozen people. The main attraction of the night was Cards Against Humanity. Some alcohol was around but Olivia only had one bottle of beer becuase she wasn’t a fan of getting drunk and her body didn’t have much of an alcohol tolerance, so she mainly treated her dehydration with water and soda. She chose to wear grey leggings for the small party.
The game was in full swing. And she was damn good at it. Olivia had by far the most black cards out of everybody. It was probably because she had the best sense of humor to match the game. Every time she had to read other people’s cards she would absolutely burst into uncontrollable laughter. Every time that happened she needed to drink something to catch her breath. By the time she had won six rounds she had downed a can of soda along with two bottles of water, plus the beer she had earlier.
And at that point in the game she was starting to have to pee pretty bad. But they were in the height of the game so she didn’t want to leave and miss a couple of rounds. Instead she crossed her legs and kept eagerly playing. Olivia looked over to Emily to see how she was liking the game. Unlike Olivia, Emily had nothing against getting plastered while drinking. She looked to be having a ton of fun as well, probably in no small part due to her altered mind. But that was good enough for Olivia to stay and keep having fun.
After winning another round, Olivia got to read everybody’s cards again. She came across one that was so incredibly funny, she had to put her head down while laughing and her face became red. She remembered the pee that she was holding, but couldn’t stop laughing. She squeezed her legs harder to compensate, but her laugh just went on forever. She couldn’t stop some pee coming out into her light green underwear, but yet she still kept laughing. Her pee kept coming out until it soaked her underwear, and didn’t regain control of her bladder and laughter until she started wetting the crotch of her leggings a little bit.
”Oh shit” Olivia laughed. She made a face to Emily.
”What’s wrong?” Emily asked.
”I literally just peed” Olivia replied while gesturing to the small stain on her crotch.
Emily smiled and looked under the table, emerged and said “oh shit you’re right” while laughing. Olivia and Emily had been friends for years, and Olivia had already had a couple of accidents in front of Emily, and Emily peed her pants in front of Olivia once, so Olivia felt okay sharing her mishap.
Everybody else was too impaired to notice, so Olivia didn’t care. She still had to pee though. So once the game winded down, she went to the bathroom. To her surprise, the door was locked. She knocked and got a reply from two people, a guy and a women, telling her to go away.
“Are you freaking serious” she thought to herself.
She went back to the table and sat down. Emily saw that she came back quickly and guessed that she didn’t get to go. “Keep squirming girl” she laughed, and so did Olivia. And Olivia did just that, kept crossing and recrossing her legs in her seat.
After a couple of minutes she knew she had to go immediately. Back to the bathroom she went to knock on the door. But once again, the couple was still using the privacy of the room. Olivia had no choice but to go back to the table.
Before sitting down she did a pee dance in front of everybody and exclaimed “I got to go haha!”. Emily just gave her a smile. While sitting down, Olivia once again kept crossing her legs, shifting, and putting her hand to her crotch. She couldn’t concentrate on what everyone was talking about. After just two more minutes, she lost a drop of pee into her already wet panties that she peed a little earlier while laughing. Only a second after that, a steady stream started and began to pool around her butt and drip down her legs to the wooden floor. Everybody heard this and stopped talking. One girl asked to Olivia, who was the only person with a red face who looked embarrassed, “did you just pee your pants?”.
Olivia just nodded yes. Emily said “oh my god, stand up, let us see”.
Olivia oblidged, and turned around so everyone can see how her grey leggings were now dark on her butt. Everyone laughed, but not in a mean spirited way. Though one girl did take a picture and captioned it “pee pants girl”. Right after they went back to their own conversations not giving the incident another thought.
Emily, still plastered, remarked, “oh, I forgot. I got to go too.” She stood up after that and made her way to the bathroom. Olivia followed suit.
Emily got the same answer Olivia did after knocking. She swayed a bit and said “Oh...man...”. At that, Olivia noticed that Emily’s light blue jeans were suddenly becoming dark and wet. The ensuing puddle crept under the bathroom door too. Emily tuned around and just shrugged her shoulders. Olivia just gave her a smirk. They went back to the table, and Emily announced that anybody who had to pee while the couple were in the bathroom had permission to just do it on the floor by the front door where the couple left their shoes.
Emily let Olivia borrow a pair of pink leggings and underwear from her room to change into, but she didn’t stay long afterwards. Olivia made her way home walking with her peed clothes in a plastic shopping bag. Once she got in, she went immediately to the laundry room. It was good timing, becuase Kelsey was there too putting her own peed underwear and leggings in the washing machine. Kelsey got excited when she saw that her sister had an accident, and wanted details, but Olivia shut that down. She just put her clothes away and went to her room. With nothing to do, she checked Instagram, and the first thing she saw was her wetting picture with the “pee pants girl” caption. Of course, Kelsey was among the first to leave a like and comment “lol”.
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Chapter 4
Sarah sipped on her coffee while she sat in her conference. It was just another bureaucratic meeting that had nothing to do with anything, and everybody knew it. Even the conference leader was just trying to pass the time, as the conferences were scheduled on Friday and she figured they may as well stretch it out so they could start the weekend when they finished. However, corporate mandated complete attendance, so nobody could leave until the leader called it quits.
Today Sarah was wearing tight khakis and a nice white shirt. Her friend, Kathy, sat next to her. She is an attractive 35 year old curvy red head women . Kathy was also drinking coffee, and had an empty water bottle in her purse. She chose to wear black slacks today.
The pair only used slight discretion to text each other during the meeting. They texted about the usual stuff they did on these Friday meetings: some office gossip, how each other looked, how useless the meeting was, etc. But towards the end, Kathy texted to Sarah,
”I’m dying for a piss lol.”
Sarah giggled and looked up at Kathy. Kathy saw her look up, smiled, and squirmed a little bit in her seat to demonstrate her need. Sarah saw Kathy go back to her phone.
”Come on! When are they going to let us out!?”
“I don’t know but I could actually use the bathroom too.”
”I think everyone does”
Sure enough, most people in the conference were slightly jiggling in their seat, empty drinks in hand, while shooting the clock frequent glances.
On and on the meeting went. Occasionally Kathy would poke Sarah above the hip to tease her. Sarah wasn’t a fan of how that made her bladder feel. After a while she retaliated and tickled Kathy when she wasn’t looking.
In response Kathy put her hand on her mouth so she wouldn’t laugh out loud. She also crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs tight. Then she felt at her crotch and looked down. Sarah could tell that Kathy mouthed a curse. Kathy took out her phone again to text Sarah.
”Fuck, you just made me pee”
”omg sorry. We’ll make sure no one sees though. We’ll leave after everyone else and you can tie my jacket at your waist.”
”Slow down it wasn’t that bad. Not too much of it came out. I just got to change my underwear before I see my husband tonight. Or not. He’ll get over it.”
Sarah giggled again. This time she had to cross her thighs to hold in her bladder. Kathy tapped Sarah’s shoulder to get her attention. Then she pointed to the conference leader.
”Okay everyone now is as good time as any to stop for today. “ The leader said, while the two girls noticed her crossing her legs as she said that. “We’ll pick up here next week”.
The conference leader immediately left and went to the bathroom. Everybody else got up and started heading out. Kathy remarked to Sarah “Wait, if we need to pee, that’s too bad. But if the ‘conference supreme’ has to tinkle, the conference actually ends?”
Sarah just nodded and grabbed her things. As she stood up the weight of her bladder took full force on her. She had to bend with her hands in her crotch to keep it in. Kathy saw this and imitated the action to tease Sarah, and to help her own need.
“I didn’t know you have to go that bad haha” Kathy told Sarah.
”I didn’t either. Too much coffee I guess” Sarah replied.
The two left the conference room, and to their horror, saw that just about everyone was ahead of them in line for the bathroom. Kathy just laughed at the absurdity of their situation. Sarah gave her a frightened look though. She had to go, immediately. They were waiting for a one stall girls room, and with this many people in line, it might take an hour to get in. It went against her instincts to do so, but Sarah started to jiggle and cross her legs in a pee dance to repress her urge. Otherwise, she was going to start peeing.
After fifteen minutes Sarah couldn’t even hold still if she tried. Her body was vibrating. Her clothes were still dry but it was getting exponentially harder to hold it as time went on. She was actually scared that she was going to pee in her pants, at work no less. And she didn’t see any way out of it. Unless...
”Kathy if I keep waiting in this line, I’m not going to make it. I know it’s a long shot, but I’m going to check if theirs any toilets in the shut down office upstairs”.
”Okay girl. Just be careful, it’s like a construction zone up their”.
Sarah nodded, and left the line. Just down the hall was some stars that led to an upstairs office that was shut down for building code reasons. As she went up, she had to move signs out of the way. When she got to the office, the automatic lights went on, revealing miscellaneous tools and such strown about. Every office level in the building had the same layout, so she knew where the bathroom would be. She turned the corner to get to the ladies room and her heart sank when her fear was confirmed true. A big sign was on the door that said “out of order”.
Sarah tried pulling on the door anyway, but it was locked. Sighing, she figured she’d just try going back to the working bathroom and waiting in line. She had to cross her legs with every step. But after only a few meters, Sarah felt hot pee wetting her white panties. And she couldn’t stop it. It kept coming out, fist soaking her panties, and then wetting her pants from the crotch out. Terrified, Sarah went to a nearby corner and hid. She kept peeing, and could see in a mirror her butt getting darker and a growing wet patch on her legs. The wet patches continued until the entire back of her pants were wet and her front was soaked to her knees.
Sarah was hyperventilating. Her coworkers were just downstairs. There’d be no way to get to her car without passing them. And she couldn’t stay up here all night or else she’d get locked in and her car would be towed. She took one last look at herself in her mirror, and went back downstairs.
As she passed everyone she could here whispering. A lot of people were sympathetic, but some were going to use this for office gossip. Then she saw Kathy. She wasn’t going to wait with Kathy again since she didn’t have to use the bathroom anymore, but Kathy pulled her in for a hug.
”I see you had to do a little walk of shame, huh girly?” Kathy whispered in Sarah’s ear. Sarah just nodded and cried a couple of tears.
“It’s okay Sarah” Kathy told her, and then whispered “look at the floor below me”.
Sarah looked down and noticed that the carpet was wet in a circle right around Kathy.
Kathy whispered, “After you left, I couldn’t hold it, and had a small accident. Or more like a big one.”
Sarah looked at Kathy’s pants, at first glance they didn’t look wet, but they were already pretty black pants. Kathy saw Sarah looking at her pants with a little confusion, and then took Sarah’s hand and placed it on the back of her slacks. They were soaked alright.
Kathy wishpered “It wasn’t noticeable on my pants so I just stayed here thinking nobody would think anything if I stayed, but if I left and there was the puddle people would be suspicious. Listen, I don’t think either of us has to pee anymore. Let’s just go.”
They started to leave, and people saw Sarah’s wet butt again, and started their whispering back up.
Seeing this, Kathy said loudly “FYI, I peed too”, pointing at her puddle.
When they got to the parking garage, the pair talked about what they were going to do when they got home.
”All I know is my kids are going to make fun of me” Sarah said nonchalantly.
“Now I also have to change my pants before I get intimate with my husband. Or I could not and let him see me in my pee pants.” Kathy joked.
Sarah laughed, and said goodbye. She may have been a grown women who peed her pants, but she realized she had pretty understanding people in her life for when it happens. |
Chapter 5
Kelsey walked with her new friend Christina out of their college class. It was about the end of the semester, and Christiana was the only good friend that Kelsey made. Christina had light brunette hair, was a little shorter than Kelsey, and had slightly wider hips than her. They were both wearing tight dark blue jeans.
It was Friday, and they were excited for the weekend. They had completed most of the work they needed to do for their finals, so Kelsey invited Christina to come over and stay late that night. Christina happily agreed, Kelsey had become her best friend, and also what felt like her only friend. They walked out of their class building, passing a garbage can. Kelsey used this opportunity to throw away her empty coffee cup, and Christina followed suit and threw away her empty Gatorade bottle.
The two excitedly talked about what they were going to do that night as they walked through the campus to the parking lot. Kelsey suggested games to play or movies that they could watch. Christina chimed in with suggestions of her own. They were so preoccupied with their eventual fun that neither of them decided to take a break when they passed a bathroom. As they reached Kelsey’s car, they both realized that they had to pee. Neither of them said anything about it, as they didn’t want to be weird and take a minute to go back since they were already at the car.
Kelsey started the car, and let the engine run for a minute so the heat would turn on. Christina was getting anxious at waiting to even begin moving, so she asked “hey how far away do you live?”
”About 25 minutes away” Kelsey replied.
Christina nodded. She was pretty sure she would be okay. It would be tight, but she would just go to the bathroom as soon as she could. Kelsey wasn’t sure if she would be alright. She knew that her bladder could be really spontaneous. If she was just with Olivia or her Mom she wouldn’t have even bothered holding it and would have just peed standing up in the parking lot as soon as she knew she had to go. But she didn’t want to scare off Christina, she really wanted this friendship to work.
Christina likewise didn’t want to seem jumpy about her need. Though in due time it became obvious that she really underestimated how bad she needed to go. Her Gatorade must not have even gone through her until then. With 20 minutes to go and while on the highway, Christina said “I really wish there was somewhere we could pull over”.
Realizing that what she said must have sounded weird with no context, she added “I just really have to go to the bathroom. Too much Gatorade and water earlier”.
Kelsey replied “Yeah, I had too much Starbucks earlier too. Although by now I’ve learned that there’s no where to stop on my commute, it’s all concrete highway and residential areas. It makes it hard when I have to pee”.
Allthough Kelsey failed to mention that she usually has no issue with going in her pants if she can’t find a bathroom. But she was still in no mood to do that in front of Christina. She thought to herself ’If I’m going to be holding it in more often, I should really invest in pull-ups’. Kelsey hoped that her relatively untested bladder could hold out while she was with her friend. However, Christina was getting more desperate.
With 15 minutes to go, Christina was only looking worse. She was furiously crossing and uncrossing her legs, and bobbing up and down. Kelsey noticed that there was a hidden look of panic in her face. Christina sighed, “Okay, I’m dying to pee”.
Kelsey tried to make her friend feel better, “Me too. I’m totally going to do a potty dance as soon as I stand up”.
Christina laughed, but then got a scared face, and looked down at her crotch. It looked dry, but she knew she lost a drop. She was terrified of having an accident in front of Kelsey, in her car no less. But she had to go so bad.
A couple of minutes later, Kelsey asked “Are you doing okay?”.
Christina replied “I’m going to make it.”
Then she took a slow deep breath.
”I can make it”.
She took two very slow deep breaths, her whole body shaking while doing so.
”I’m not going to make it”.
There was a brief second of awkward silence, and then Kelsey heard a piercing hissing sound coming from Christina. The car was stopped at a red light, so she looked over and saw a fast growing puddle on Christina’s car seat, while her jeans were darkening. Christina was still shaking, and began to cry.
”Oh my God, you probably hate me now!” Christina cried.
Kelsey responded worryingly “No, why would I? “
Kelsey got really embarrassed at what she was going to tell her friend, but she wanted to help.
”You’re not the first one to pee in my car. I’ve done it more than once on my way home, and one time my sister did it right where you’re sitting”.
Christina looked up, and asked “really?”
Kelsey nodded, and lifted her butt off the driver seat, and pointed out some very faint, hard to see, pee stains on the cushion.
Kelsey thought about her own need. There was about 5 minute left to go until they got back. She estimated that while she would be fine for the ride, she would have to let go by the time they got to the stairs of her apartment building. Christina still looked upset, so Kelsey thought of something. Instead of holding on until the stairs, she should just pretend to lose control there in the car a few minutes early. The stigma of being the first to have an accident was gone anyway, and Kelsey felt much more comfortable letting go on purpose than waiting until she literally can’t hold it anymore.
Kelsey exclaimed “And I think I’m going to have to add to the stains.”
She sat down, and relaxed her bladder. A slow stream of pee filled her pink panties, and began to pool around her butt. The pee spread under her glistening jeans and onto the seat for Christina to see.
Kelsey just laughed, and Christina began to cheer up. Christina said in a joking manner “I can not believe we literally just peed our pants”.
Kelsey admitted “I have a small bladder, so it happens every once in a while for me” while omitting that it’s usually on purpose.
Christina replied “I used to wet myself in track, but we all did so I never really cared. It just came out while we ran, and would dry by the time we left. Nobody really noticed”.
Kelsey was really relived that they could bond over this. She reached her apartment building, and let Christina get out first. Kelsey admired the big wet patch that covered Christina’s excellent butt. When Kelsey stepped out, Christina was surprisingly fascinated at looking at the wet spot on Kelsey’s also very good butt. They walked up the stairs and into Kelsey’s apartment. Her mom Sarah was sitting inside facing away from them.
”Hi mom, I brought my friend Christina over”. Kelsey said.
In a friendly tone, but without looking up from her phone, Sarah replied “Okay, have fun.”
As they walked away from her Kelsey decided to have fun and yell “Oh yeah by the way, we peed ourselves”.
At that Sarah annoyingly turned her head, saw the wet girls, and rolled her eyes.
The girls walked into Kelsey’s room and began to take off their wet clothes. As Kelsey took off her jeans, Christina was fixated on how wet Kelsey’s panties were. Meanwhile, Christina couldn’t help but look at herself and her wet butt in the mirror, she was transfixed. Kelsey had Christina take off her jeans so they could be washed, and she certainly liked how Christina looked. She was able to see how Christina’s light blue panties darkened. They both took off their underwear, and Kelsey took out two pairs of sweatpants, a black pair for Christina, and a grey pair for herself. Because of all the peeing she had been doing lately, Kelsey didn’t have extra underwear, so they both just only wore the sweatpants. As Christina slipped them on, she was intrigued by how being given dry clothes excited her. Kelsey took all of their wet clothes and took it to the washing machine, while Christina stayed in the bedroom. She was very pleased about how cool Kelsey was about the accident, and really wanted to become even better friends with her. |
Chapter 6
It had been snowing a lot the previous few days. As it was the first snow storm of the winter, everything was covered with a clean, nice white coat. This gave Sarah an inspiration for an idea; she should take everybody sledding! She’d of course bring Kelsey and Olivia, but she also wanted Kathy to come. Sarah told the kids that if they wanted to bring someone they could, so Kelsey decided to invite Christina and Olivia would invite Emily.
***
Christina was well on her way for making preparations for the day trip. She chose to wear white panties and black sweatpants, which she would eventually wear under her black snow pants. While getting dressed, she took some gulps from her water bottle. She couldn’t stop thinking about the accident she recently had in Kelsey’s car. More specifically, she was focused on the aftermath. She kept replaying in her head how the wet patch was visible on her as she walked, the way Kelsey’s mom reacted when she found, and the feeling that came when Kelsey gave her dry clothes to change into. It was certain, she wanted more of that. Christina was determined to have another accident during this sledding trip.
Even though Christina wanted to have more accidents, she wasn’t ready to do so in front of her own family yet. But she did want to at least give them the implication after she got back that she had an accident. To do so was simple. While Christina was home, she asked her mom what she thought about her pants, and demanded elaboration. Afterwards, she packed an extra pair of black leggings that she would change into. Hopefully, her mom would notice and ask what happened to the sweat pants they were looking at.
***
Emily knocked on the door of the girls’ apartment. She sipped on her hot chocolate as she waited for Olivia to answer the door. For the trip, she chose to wear pink snow pants, and black leggings underneath. Olivia opened the door, smiled and said hi. Emily caught Olivia in the middle of putting on white snow pants over her tight light blue jeans. They walked over to the living room couch and sat down so they could chat. Olivia explained that Kelsey and Sarah were each bringing a friend as well. Christina had arrived earlier and was with Kelsey in her room, and Sarah went out with Kathy earlier to get coffee, and everybody would leave together when they got back.
The two heard the front door open, and Sarah along with Kathy walked in. Kathy wore grey sweatpants and Sarah was wearing tight dark blue jeans. Sarah introduced Kathy to Emily, and the two hit it off on the topic of how pretty each other was. Afterwards, Sarah called Kelsey and Christina over. Kelsey wore grey leggings and carried black snow pants in her arm. Sarah repeated the introduction process, this time between Kathy and Christina, with Kathy gushing over how pretty Christina is. As they talked, Christina drank more out of one of her water bottles.
Wanting to get a move on, Sarah asked everyone to get ready to go. She slipped on a pair of black snow pants while Kathy put on Grey Snow Pants. Sarah asked everyone to bring extra bottles of water to stay hydrated as they sled. Everybody took 2 bottles, except for Christina who took 3. To accommodate everyone going in the same vehicle, Sarah had everyone get in her minivan. Any miscellaneous items got tossed in the trunk, including Christina’s backpack which contained a second set of everything for her to change into later. Sarah was the driver with Kathy in her passenger seat, Kelsey and Christina in the middle row, and Olivia and Emily in the row behind them.
It was not long into the drive before Christina started squirming. She kept drinking her water, she wanted to hold on until she lost control. Kathy noticed this as she was talking to all the girls.
”Are you okay, hun?”
”Oh, I’m fine. Just a little cold” Christina answered.
”Ah okay. I only ask because that’s what I do when I really have to pee” Kathy replied.
Christina blushed and looked away. While she intended to have her accident, it was still embarrassing to go through all these small interactions. Not to mention, while she wanted to wet herself in front of Kelsey and her mom, she didn’t plan on having to do it in front of the others she just met. However, she figured that there would always be a reason why it wouldn’t be easy, so it’d be best to just continue on with the plan.
”Speaking of which” Kathy continued, “I drank all that coffee earlier. I’m going to have to go when we get there. Either sooner or later”. Kathy laughed and took a sip of her water bottle.
Remembering the coffee that she drank, Sarah agreed. She felt pretty good so far, but didn’t want to end up in an emergency if she didn’t have to. Nevertheless, she took another sip of her water.
They pulled up into the park that they would sled in. Everything was covered in snow except for the small parking lot. Everybody filed out of the car and began to grab some of what they needed out of trunk. The main hill they would be using wasn’t far so they could go back to the car if they needed to. As Christina stood up out of the car, she felt the full effect of gravity on her bladder. It was so strong that she felt a warm stream dampen her panties, but she stopped the flow.
Kathy seemed to be having a similar experience. “Oh god, I have to peeeee haha” she laughed.
They made towards the hill they would be using. While going up the incline, Christina had to hold her crotch to hold her pee. Meanwhile, every so often Kathy would cross her legs. At the top, there were some trees that they decided would be their main base, and put their stuff down at. All the girls had made the same mental note; that they had not passed any type of bathroom, nor could they see one from the top of the hill.
Olivia and Emily immediately began sledding down one side. Sarah and Kelsey began making preparations to sled down a little father apart. While they were doing that, Christina went to the other side of the hill where the trees would obstruct the sight of her so she could do a pee dance. She repeatedly bent coward and crossed her legs. However, she was interrupted by Kathy who joined her. Kathy was wiggling very intensely.
”I don’t think there are any bathrooms in this entire park.” Kathy remarked.
She began undoing her snow pants and took them off. They, she crouched down and slightly pulled down her sweat pants, revealing her black panties to Christina. Finally she pulled down her underwear, not caring that Christina was seeing her butt, and sighed. A clear, strong torrent of pee came out of her. Christina got very light headed at the sight, causing her to lose a few drops before she regained control, and added squatting to pee to her list of things to do at some point. After some time, the pee stream died down and began to cling to Kathy as it ended.
”Ah, that’s better” Kathy said as she wiggled to get the pee drops off of her.
”Sorry to have to do that in front of you, but if I waited a little more I wouldn’t have dry pants any longer!”
Kathy noticed Christina shaking even more than before as she put her clothes back on. “Are you sure you don’t have to go, hun?”
“I have to go a little bit, though it is starting to get bad, but don’t worry, I can hold it!” Christina assured her.
They walked back to join the others. Olivia and Emily had already almost made it back up to the top. Kelsey gestured for Christina to get in the back of their two person sled. They kicked themselves off and flew down the hill. The sled kept bobbing the entire way down; the motion was killer on Christina’s bladder and she was spurting more pee. She felt her entire underwear get warm and wet by the time they reached the bottom and she was able to get ahold of herself. As they got out of the sled, she felt a long smooth stream escape and run down her leg. Once again, she stopped it, and began to make her way back up the hill with Kelsey. Christina had a hard time going back up, she couldn’t go as fast as Kelsey and had to stop every so often to hold on.
After the pair pair got back to the others at the top, everybody took a minute to talk about how much fun they were going to have. However, for Christina, time seemed to slow down. She could feel her heartbeat, and the heavy pressure of standing up straight. This was followed by a feeling on numbness in her crotch, however she could vaguely feel herself becoming damp. All of a sudden, everybody stopped as they heard the sound of pee splattering against the inside of Christina’s snow pants. As feeling came back to her, she could feel her panties overflowing and her sweatpants becoming drenched. Upon seeing everyone looking at her, her cheeks turned red from embarrassment.
Sarah wasn’t quite sure what to do. While she was well aware that her own kids were accident prone, she figured that Olivia would probably stay dry during the trip, and if Kelsey peed she probably wouldn’t mind staying in her clothes. There was no backup plan to deal with anybody else’s wet clothes.
Kathy walked towards Christina and gave her a hug, assuring her “I’m sorry, sweety. I didn’t know you had to go that bad, if I did we could have figured something out. Is there anything we can do to help you?”
Christina smiled during the hug. This was exactly what she was hoping for. She answered “I brought some extra clothes in the car in case I wanted to wear something different or these got muddy. I even have other snow pants! I can just change and then we can go back to sledding.”
”(Well that takes care of that)” Sarah thought. Sarah than addressed Christina, “Come with me to the car, honey, and I’ll unlock it so you can change”.
Kathy came with them to the car so she could help with the cleanup along with provide privacy for Christina to change clothes, or anything else they needed. Sarah noticed that there was no stain on the outside of the black snow pants, and asked if the inside was wet. Upon Christina’s nod, Sarah undid the straps and slid her snow pants down, and gasped when she saw Christina’s sweatpants. The entire front was visibly wet, and after asking her to turn around, even the back was completely soaked. She had Christina take her pants off, and asked them to give them to her. Christina took them off, revealing her panties. Sarah and Kathy could see that they had completely soaked through and its whiteness had a small tint of yellow now. However, Christina wasn’t so quick to put her wet pants into someone’s hands.
Seeing Christina’s hesitation, Sarah said “If I had a problem dealing with pee pee clothes, both my girls would be in big trouble”.
Christina obeyed and turned them in, along with the snow pants and Sarah placed them on a towel on a The floor in the trunk. After that, Sarah instructed her to take of her panties and hand them over. Christina tried looking over to the other girls still at the hill, but couldn’t see them. Her bare and wet legs were freezing, so she obliged. Sarah took them and put it with the wet pants on top of the towel. After that Christina took a towel out of her bag, and dried her legs. When she was done, she reached into her bag and took out a pair of red panties, the presence of which confused Sarah, why bring extra underwear if you’re concerned about mud? But she didn’t dwell on it, and watched as Christina put them on. Then, she took out her black leggings and slipped them on. Finally, she brought out a fresh pair of purple snow pants and put them on.
”Alright, you’re in dry clothes now, let’s go back” Sarah told her.
***
Christina went off, but Sarah and Kathy stayed behind to organize the car a it and lock it up. Kathy took another water from the car, and after closing the trunk, Sarah took a sip of her own. She noticed the growing need to pee in her own bladder.
”I can’t really blame her” Sarah told Kathy. “I haven’t seen any bathrooms here. Have you?”
Kathy shook her head. “No. Though I did have to pee earlier. I ended up just squatting behind a tree”. She opened her water and started gulping it. “And I’ll probably need to do it again before we leave”.
***
Olivia and Emily watched from a distance as they saw Christina making her way back towards them, with distinctly different pants on. Emily kept fidgeting around. She had started needing to pee earlier on, but had ignored it. But after seeing Christina wet her pants, her need was exacerbated.
“Unless there’s a bathroom I didn’t know about around here, I’m going to end up like her” Emily confided to Olivia.
“I know, me too” Olivia responded. Her need was starting to get pretty bad as well.
Kelsey came on over and pointed out that another group arrived off in the distance. Fortunately, they would most likely utilize a different hill to sled on. Emily asked Kelsey if she saw any bathrooms, to which she shook her head no. In response, Emily crossed her legs and sighed.
Christina rejoined the group, with embarrassed red cheeks expecting teasing. However, everybody was focused on Emily. Her face was strained, and she was beginning to do a pee dance.
“If you have to go pretty bad, Kathy actually squatted earlier” Christina informed Emily.
Emily shook her head. “I don’t want those people that showed up to look over and see my butt.”
”Well if you don’t go soon, you’re going to end up peeing yourself” Olivia told her friend.
”Better that than giving some people a show”. Emily looked over to the other group. “It doesn’t look like they’ll be leaving any time soon. I think I’m going to end up going in my pants. At least you won’t be the only one, right, Christina?”
By now Emily’s legs had started trembling. She felt so cold. It had begun to hurt to hold it. And she noticed that Sarah and Kathy were still talking at the car a distance away. This gave her a thought.
”Christina, when you peed it didn’t really show up on your snow pants, right?” Emily asked.
“No, not on the outside” Christina answered.
“I have to go so bad, and I’m not going to make it anyway. And I really don’t want to wet myself in front of your mom. Do you think I should just go in my pants now before she gets back?” Emily asked Olivia.
“Why not?” Kelsey interjected
”Well, if you’re going to do it anyway, it’s probably best to do it before my Mom gets back. And she probably won’t notice afterwards as long as it doesn’t show on your pants. Just don’t take them off while we’re here and say you have to leave right after we get back, so she won’t see underneath” Olivia commented. However she saw Sarah and Kathy start to leave the car. “Quickly! Do it before she sees you!”
At that Emily croutched down with her butt just above the snow, pretending to just be relaxing. She looked around, the other group wasn’t paying them attention. Then she looked towards Sarah and Kathy, they were still somewhat far away. Feeling at ease, Emily forcefully peed into her snow pants. She could feel her purple panties and black leggings becoming more saturated, but the pee wasn’t absorbing into the snow pants. Instead it was pooling inside of it. Not knowing what do do, Emily peed even harder to finish faster. Everybody could hear Emily’s pee hitting her clothes. After she was done, Emily looked up at everyone.
”It’s literally like a puddle around my butt, I don’t know what to do. My snow pants is the world’s worst diaper.” Emily revealed. Everybody laughed.
”Stand up and let it flow down the pant legs into the ground” Olivia told her.
Complying, Emily stood up, and felt her torent of pee fall away from her and go down her legs. She opened up the pants at her ankles a little bit to help the pee escape. Soon it had all drained down and fell to the snow. When she was done, she kicked some fresh snow over the now yellow snow she created.
”Well, at least I feel better now.” Emily told everyone.
She looked down at her legs. There was no wetness visible on the outside of her clothes. To anybody who might look, they appeared to still be it’s normal pink. As Sarah and Kathy gradually approached, everybody went back to acting natural.
The sledding resumed with Kelsey and Christina going down the hill first. Olivia and Emily quickly followed behind. The bumpy way down proved torturous to Olivia’s increasingly full bladder. Shortly after, Sarah and Kathy made their way down. Everybody repeated this order for a while and had fun.
Over time, Olivia lost her focus on the joys of sledding. Each trip down the hill felt bumpier than the last. She wanted to just squat like she heard Kathy did, but the other group was still there. However, she alternatively couldn’t just repeat was Emily did. Her mom and Kathy were too close now, and the only time she peed herself on purpose to avoid the pain of holding it like Kelsey usually does her mom almost killed her.
However, it became increasingly unlikely that it wouldn’t be up to her. After one more time of sledding down the hill, she could feel the inevitable was near. She walked back to the top as fast as she could with Emily and waited for her mom and Kathy to go down. Olivia crossed her legs and bent over as soon as the two left.
Despite clenching as hard as she could, she could feel a series of drops dampen her panties. And it wouldn’t stop, the drops turned into a trickle that spread throughout her panties. The trickle turned into a stream that leaked through her now darkening jeans, concealed by her snow pants.
”I’m peeing” was all that Olivia could squeal.
She could feel her entire behind becoming wet. Worried about what her mom would say, she looked carefully at her snow pants. Just like the others, nothing showed up on the outside. She let any pee escape through her pant legs, and kicked snow over any yellow evidence. Seeing Sarah and Kathy start to walk back, and not wanting to appear suspicious, Olivia asked Kelsey to confirm that the back of her snow pants still looked fine. Upon her approval, Olivia relaxed and acted normal when Sarah and Kathy rejoined them. What she couldn’t hide, however, was her embarrassed looking face. Kelsey may steal the spotlight by peeing herself on purpose all the time, but Olivia was still a 19 year old girl who fairly often still peed in her pants by accident.
***
The sledding continued as normal for a little bit. Sarah’s water bottles were depleted, and she was starting to get antsy. In low stress moments, she passed the time wiggling her hips trying to sooth her filling bladder. However, her attention was mostly on Kathy. She had also finished her last water bottle, and had been very squirmy lately.
”Ugh, I got to pee again!” Kathy exclaimed to Sarah, which the other girls also overheard. Kathy looked over to the other group of sledders who were still there.
“I honestly don’t mind squatting in front of them” Kathy told Sarah.
”Please don’t” Sarah asked Kathy. She never liked things that aren’t modest. “I think they’re leaving soon anyway”.
Kathy looked at them again, and agreed that it looked like they were getting ready to go. “OK. I’ll just have to hold it in the meantime.” As she said this she crossed her legs and bent over. “But I’m not going to stop sledding and just sit around and wait for them to leave”.
”Are you sure you can handle going down, or will it be too much?” Sarah asked.
”I’ll have to handle it. Or else we’ll have a problem” Kathy answered.
She hopped up and down a little bit to help her hold it in. Sarah wanted a small break, so she insisted that Kathy go alone for her next ride down the hill. Kathy announced her need to pee the whole time she prepared her sled. Sarah had a sneaking suspicion that this wouldn’t end well.
Kathy kicked herself down the hill. She aquired a fast speed very quickly. Unluckily for her, she kept ping ponging in between sharp bumps. After a while, it became too much to handle, and she slipped off the sled. Her body rolled down the hill for a bit before stopping, and standing up. She walked a bit to retrieve the sled, then walked back up the hill.
As she got closer to everybody else, they could notice that her face was smiling, but red. Once she rejoined them, she announced the single phrase “I peed”.
She began to undo the suspenders on her snow pants. “I just don’t know how much I peed” Kathy clarified. She unfastened the suspenders and dropped the snow pants to the ground. She spread her hand over the crotch of her sweatpants but didn’t see anything.
“Girls” Kathy addressed to them, “how’s my butt” she inquired as she turned around. “Besides big” she added and laughed. They could all see a softball sized wet spot on Kathy’s butt. Kelsey pulled out her phone to take a picture of it. Right after, she showed it to Kathy.
”Your butt is big AND wet” Kelsey commented as she showed Kathy the picture.
Kathy focused on the picture for a second, and then gasped while covering her mouth. Then she started laughing. “I told you I had to pee!” She laughed. “I could have squatted!” she continued. By now she was doubling over with how hard she was laughing.
“And here I thought I might have only gotten my underwear wet, when I’m really walking around with a water balloon on my ass, hahahaha!” Kathy painfully said between laughs.
Kathy continued laughing for over 30 seconds. Suddenly, everyone noticed something. The softball sized wet spot was growing. Soon it reached the size of a watermelon, and began to go down her legs. Sarah noticed that Kathy’s crotch was now darkening as well. Soon most of her sweatpants turned from Grey to a shade of black.
After a little longer, Kathy’s laughing began to die down. She could tell she was wet just by glancing down at her front. Everybody was just looking at her and waiting. She stretched open her pants a and checked on her underwear, which were long soaked by now. Finally she gave a shrug.
”Accidents happen” she claimed. “Though I should have know that by hanging out with all you lovely ladies I would have ended up laughing so hard I pissed myself.” She pulled up her pants a bit. “At lease now you know you’re not the only one, hun” she told Christina. Olivia and Emily gave each other a nervous glance at that comment.
Kathy took her snow pants off completely as they got caught in the puddle around her. Sarah crossed her legs waiting for Kathy to clean herself up a bit. She felt bad, her friend might have not peed in her pants if she didn’t discourage her from peeing in the open. Sarah walked up to Kathy.
”I’m so sorry” she said to her friend. “I promise I would have preferred you peeing openly over you losing control”.
Kathy smiled at her. “Don’t worry about it, dear. It was my stupid idea to go down that hill with my full bladder. And at least now my legs are warm!”
Sarah noticed that it was soon going to be dark.”OK everybody we should probably start to get ready to go. It’s getting late and if anybody else who’s managed to stay dry like me you’re probably dying to go to the bathroom.”
Kelsey replied with a long sigh and relaxed her eyes. “Well, I just was...” she continued.
Kelsey could feel all the pressure on her bladder relaxing. Her red panties slowly dampened with a warm saturation. After sighing again her leggings began to absorb the rest of her pee, with all of it draining down her snow pants. Everyone else could hear a hissing sound emerge from her crotch. She looked down to notice the pee exiting her snow pants at her boots and creating a puddle around her, which everyone stepped away from.
”Ah...that’s better” Kelsey claimed. She smiled. Everyone was looking at her strangely, she certainly didn’t seem to fight the urge.
”There was no point in holding it if others wet themselves already” she explained. Of course, Sarah and Kathy didn’t know she was including Olivia and Emily in that, not just Christina and Kathy.
”O...K... I guess that settles it. Let’s just go” Sarah instructed. This wasn’t going to be a debate she was going to have with Kelsey right now. And she just wanted to leave so she could sit herself down on a toilet.
They packed up their things and went back to the car. Sarah used a free hand to hold her crotch on the way. When they arrived at the car Sarah noticed everyone’s snow pants had got all muddy. She didn’t want any mud stains in her car.
”Everybody take off your snow pants and put them in the trunk. I don’t want them making a mess” she told everyone. Christina obliged without question. Kelsey quickly followed, and Sarah used the opportunity to investigate her. Her behind was completely soaked. Sarah gave her a towel to sit on in the car. Olivia and Emily stood still as a statue though. Sarah had no idea that they had peed themselves earlier. They didn’t think she would find out either.
Waiting, Sarah asked “Well? Sometime today?”
Emily went first. She undid her straps and dropped her snow pants. Sarah’s eyes widened and she gasped. It was hard to see on the leggings, but the inside of her snow pants were soaking wet and had yellowed similar to how a diaper looks.
”When did this happen? Were you actually sledding like this?” Emily’s cheeks went red out of embarrassment, but then Sarah turned to Olivia.
“Take those off” Sarah told Olivia.
Olivia stood still. Not wanting to wait, Sarah walked over towards her and undid the suspenders for her. At the drop of her snow pants, Sarah gasped again. Olivia’s light jeans had clearly darkened and began to dry.
“You wet your pants!” She then lowered Olivia’s jeans to reveal her polka dot panties all wet and stained yellow.
Olivia pulled her jeans back up. “It was an accident mom!”
“Was not telling me and playing in the snow afterwards also an accident? I understand that it can be hard for some of us to hold it, but you need to be adults about it if you have an accident.” Sarah told her. “This is just like when you wet your bed last week and you didn’t tell me and just let it dry for a couple days. If you were just honest, I wouldn’t have put that plastic liner on your bed afterwards!”
“Mom!” Olivia was mortified. Not even Emily knew about that, it was a secret.
After a twinge in her own bladder reminded her of her increasing need, Sarah cut the lecture short and gave Olivia and Emily towels to sit on. She then noticed that Christina was squirming again like she did earlier.
“Do you think you can make it home sweety?” Sarah asked
“Nope” Christina answered confidently. “So I’ll just go here”.
Before Sarah could stop her Christina dropped her pants and underwear and squatted down. Slightly embarrassed that all the other girls could see everything, she let it flow anyway. She sighed at the sweet release. It didn’t last long and soon died down. However, as it slowed down, the remaining stream emptied right on to her pants! Never having done this before, Christina jerked around trying to aim elsewhere, but that just caused it to spread all over her pants. As she finished, she shook her butt to get rid of any sticking drops.
She pulled her leggings up, and it looked as if she had wet herself. This wasn’t as Christina planned, she didn’t want her parents to see her in wet clothes yet. But she had such an adrenaline rush that she didn’t particularly care.
Kathy laughed. “That’s okay sweetheart. We all have to learn. It took me all of college to learn how to squat without literally peeing in my pants. And even now if I’ve had any drinks I sometimes screw up!”
Sarah face palmed (“Note to self: Bring a package of pull ups next time we all go out” she thought). Really wanting to get going so at least one person would return home in dry pants, she gave Christina and Kathy more towels to sit on and got everyone in the car. She took off her own snow pants, revealing to everyone that her jeans were still fresh, and put them in the trunk. Before getting in the drivers seat, Sarah noticed one last towel in trunk. After a second of debating and a powerful argument from her bladder, she took it out and layed it across the drivers seat.
“It’s only as a ‘just in case’” she informed everyone.
This shocked Kelsey and Olivia. They had never heard her mom openly plan for the possibility for an accident. Neither of them even found out that she actually had one at work a few months ago. She must have to go bad they concluded.
Sarah sat down and wasted no time starting the car to get out of the park. Kathy watched her wiggle constantly. Every few seconds she was crossing and recrossing her legs. After stopping at a few traffic lights, Sarah put her head down at the steering wheel. Her bladder was bulging and putting enormous pressure on her crotch.
“I haven’t been to the bathroom all day. I have to pee so baaaad” Sarah moaned.
”If it comes down to it, it’s okay if you don’t make it. You’re trying your best to get to the bathroom in time” Kathy told Sarah in attempt to soothe her.
”Honestly, Mom, if you just went in your pants nobody would care” Kelsey commented.
Sarah didn’t respond. That last comment gave her a desperate wave. But she couldn’t give up. Even her underwear was still dry, and she intended to keep it that way.
Sarah took off at the green light and bounced in her seat. It had begun to become painful to hold it in. All of a sudden Kelsey’s offer didn’t sound so unreasonable. But she held on.
She drove as fast as she could to get home. Making record time, Sarah pulled into her apartment buildings parking garage. She went extremely slow over a speed bump and still almost lost it, and felt even more at pain. There was one goal in sight; her parking spot.
“Just leave everything here. We’ll come back for it. I just want to pee” Sarah told everyone. Everybody else got out. But Sarah was having a hard time. Painstakingly, she opened her door, and held her crotch as she stepped outside. Immediately, she crossed her legs and bent over. She did that for a couple of steps until her desperation slightly subsided and allowed her to walk normally.
”We’re going to take the elevator they just put in. I know it’s slow but if I have to walk upstairs I’m going to pee in my pants” Sarah told everyone.
They made their way to the elavator and pressed its button. Sarah continued to do the potty dance in front of everyone. After what felt like forever, the door finally opened. They all got in and Kelsey pressed the button for their floor.
Sarah felt very lightheaded. The potty dance wasn’t doing enough anymore and she needed to block her crotch. However, her legs and even her hand were shaking. The elevator felt like it was going up for an eternity. She felt full to her eyes. Another desperation wave came. It was too much.
Feeling the dam about to burst Sarah bent over one more time. Feeling too weak to do anything, she couldn’t fight the wetness entering her panties. She was peeing, and allowed it to spread quickly throughout her underwear. She crouched down and caused the pee to exit her underwear at her butt. Everybody looked down at her, but she didn’t care. She moaned as a wetspot appeared at the butt of her jeans and spread to the size of a watermelon. A puddle formed below her. She bounced up and down a little, spraying the pee all over the floor. The relief allowed her some of her strength back, and she stopped the flow before she lost everything, even though she already peed a substantial amount.
Sarah stood back up and shrugged at everyone. “I didn’t make it” she cooly said.
Olivia couldn’t believe it, she never had thought her mom was capable of wetting herself. Kelsey couldn’t believe that she did it on her own while awake. Kathy just chuckled at her friends dilemma.
The elavator opened and they all stepped out. They walked over to their apartment door, and Sarah dug for her keys in her purse.
“C’mon, I still gotta go” Sarah sad out loud. “You know what, screw it”.
Suddenly everybody heard a hissing sound emerging from Sarah. The wet patch on Sarah’s butt expanded down her legs. She turned around while still looking for her keys and allowed everyone to see a wet spot form on the front of jeans and spread below her knees. Kelsey covered her mouth with her hand out of shock, her mom was basically peeing herself on purpose. As a puddle formed below Sarah’s feet, she stepped away from their door so it wouldn’t seep into the apartment. As the hissing softened she gave a sigh. After it appeared that she was done, she gave one last burst stream that saturated her crotch.
”Much better. I don’t have to go at all anymore” Sarah told everyone.
Kelsey looked at everyone and realized every single one of them was in wet pants. Quickly, she took out her phone and took a group selfie to commentate the occasion.
Sarah found the key and unlocked the door. She led everyone in and stopped in the middle of the living room. Sarah looked at herself in the mirror, and undid her belt. Then she slid down her jeans. She revealed her wet white panties to everyone. Everybody looked at her in her underwear, her panties didn’t change color as her pee must have been clear. Finally, she even took off her underwear and let everyone see her bare butt. By now everyone was laughing but Sarah just walked away.
A couple minutes later Sarah returned still walking with no pants of underwear with two things in her hands. The first was a pair of black sweat pants. In her other hand she held a goodnite.
”I have a confession” Sarah announced. “This is actually the fourth time I’ve peed myself in the past year. I tried to hide all of my other accidents because I was embarrassed. It was pretty childish how I did it, like letting my dress hide my soaked panties. This time I had no choice, but I’ve been harsh to everyone here who couldn’t make it to the bathroom. But that’s not fair when I’m not really any better myself”.
Sarah picked up a glass of water and sipped it. “So...” she continued. “It’s only fair that I should have to wear this. These are left over from when you girls had trouble staying dry at night a couple of years ago. I’m pretty tired, and I’m pretty thirsty. I’m going to drink this, and then I’m going to go to bed. If I have an accident, then I have an accident”.
Sarah the slid on the pink goodnite. Then, she pulled her sweatpants on over it. She noticed that the training diaper was pretty comfortable and felt secure. Nobody could believe what they were seeing. Kathy just laughed. Christina was getting light headed at the sight of this. Olivia was at a complete loss for words.
”Just make sure you all get what you need out of the trunk. Anybody who wants to sleepover is welcome to do so. But I’m going to bed now. Goodnight!” Sarah told everyone.
Edited January 28, 2019 by MOV
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Chapter 7
Sarah turned over in her bed. The sun by now had risen and forced its light through the blinds. After hitting Sarah’s eyes for a bit, she awakened and sat up. Out of force of habit, she climbed out of bed and made her way over to the bathroom. However, she stopped when she realized she didn’t have to pee.
Her eyes widened when she remembered the previous night. After she had peed her pants in front of everybody, she had mentally given up on trying to maintain her dignity. She cringed as she recalled how she took her pants and underwear off in front of everyone. For some god forsaken reason she thought it was appropriate to walk around naked from the waist down. And finally, she remembered the goodnite.
Sarah looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t have to pee. Sighing, she slipped down her sweatpants to inspect herself.
The diaper was absolutely soaked. When Sarah put it on the previous night, it had a pink tint with some cute designs. No longer. Sarah’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as the realization hit her that she in effect wet the bed. After taking a moment, she looked at the time on her phone, and figured that Olivia and Kelsey probably already left.
Knowing that hat she had to get to work, Sarah left her room to go to the bathroom and get ready. On the way there she passed the laundry room and saw the pants Olivia and Kelsey peed yesterday, laying on the floor about a foot away from the washing machine. Rolling her eyes, Sarah ignored that and entered the bathroom to shower. She took the goodnite off and left it in the trash bin.
After Sarah’s shower she returned to her room to get dressed for work. She put on white panties and tan khakis, along with a black sweater for a top. Glancing at the time, she picked up her mental pace and wanted to get a move on to work. After one last look in the mirror, she made her way out of her apartment and towards her parking garage where her car was parked. Once Sarah sat in the car, she noticed that at least somebody had the courtesy of removing all the towels everybody who had a wet butt sat on.
After her normal morning commute, Sarah arrived to work only a little late, not that anybody particularly cared. Not long after entering the building did she pass Kathy’s office. Despite seeing her out of the corner of her eye as she walked, she did not stop to say hello. What had happened the previous night was just too awkward of a subject. She kept walking down the hallway until she strolled into her office. Immediately, she sat down in her chair and turned on her computer. With no real work to be done, she just browsed the Internet for a half hour.
”Hey girly!”
Kathy entered Sarah’s office, with a new face behind her.
“Hey.” Sarah replied while slowly looking up from her computer screen.
“This is Carol. She just started here and we’ve spent the morning chatting”.
Realizing that Kathy still wanted to talk to her in spite of what she did last night, Sarah loosened up a little and rolled her chair away from her desk and towards the others to better converse. She smiled and looked at Carol. Carol was a medium height lady who appeared to be in her mid to late 30s with shoulder length blonde hair. For her first day of work, she wore black slacks and a white blouse, along with cute glasses.
Kathy seemed to like Carol, and Sarah could see why. She was very friendly and humorous. The three began a long talk to learn more about each other. They had found out that Carol had no kids nor husband, and had just finished an over 15 year career working in a nursing home. The whole hour or so that they talked, Carol kept sipping from her reusable water bottle.
”I have to pee” Carol suddenly proclaimed in between conversations. Sarah blushed. Meanwhile, Kathy went ahead and kept talking about whatever was on her mind, and Carol seemed to be in no rush to head to the bathroom. After talking for a few more minutes, Sarah told an apparently very humorous piece of office gossip, and all three of them began to laugh.
”I’m going to pee myself! I have to pee!” Carol laughed as she bent over while crossing her legs and putting her hands to her crotch. Sarah noticed that her legs were trembling, which is what happens to Olivia just before she has an accident. Again, she blushed.
”Oh Hmm, she’ll fit right in with those two” said a coworker passing by Sarah’s office right when Carol started her pee dance.
Sarah was mortified at the comment. By now her face was completely red and she felt close to crying. Why would her coworker say that to a new person?
”I’ll be right back” Carol said as she regained her posture and walked out of Sarah’s office towards the ladies room. With her gone, Kathy looked over to Sarah, who was obviously on the verge of tears. Kathy pulled her chair close to Sarah.
”Hey, what’s wrong?”
”She’s going to hate us” Sarah sniffled. “She’ll find out that sometimes we pee in our pants and think we’re idiots. You heard what that bitch said when she saw her about to pee herself, ‘she’ll fit right in’” Sarah said in a mocking voice. “People will tell her to stay away from us over it”.
Kathy kept looking Sarah in the eye even though Sarah kept trying to look away. She got closer and just leaned sideways on her, and pressed her jeans against Sarah’s legs. She kept chuckling at her friends worry.
”How about we just tell her ourselves then? Don’t let other people set the tone” Kathy proposed.
”No!”
”Yes!”
Sarah couldn’t argue with that rebuttal.
”Kath?”
”Yes sweetheart?”
”Don’t tell her that I wet the bed in a diaper last night” Sarah asked. “Now you know.
Kathy slowly nodded. Just a moment after, Carol walked back into the room. Her water bottle had been refilled and she resumed sipping from it as she sat back down. After a particularly long sip, she gave a relaxing sigh.
“Well at least that one lady thought we would get along!” Carol told the others.
”Yes! But I think there was more to that than just getting along” Kathy laughed. Sarah began bracing herself
”What else did she mean?” Carol asked
”She said that right as you were doing a pee pee dance and saying you were about to wet yourself and how bad you had to pee” Kathy explained
”Yeah, I had to pee so bad!” Carol explained. She took some more of her water.
”Well, both Sarah and I have peed ourselves here at work.” Kathy explained.
”You’re kidding!” Carol gasped while covering her mouth. Sarah knew this was a mistake. “How’d that happen?” Carol asked.
Kathy smiled and pulled her chair closer to Carol’s, and pulled Sarah with her. “Well all the toilets were down for maintenance so while we were waiting we just flat out couldn’t hold it anymore”
”So like you leaked while you were waiting?”
”More than that, I don’t know about this one, but I emptied my entire bladder. But judging by the state of her pants I think she let it all out too. In any case, most people laughed at us.” Kathy went into detail.
Sarah’s face was a tomato at this point. She didn’t understand how Kathy could so easily have the confidence to talk about an embarrassing experience. Hopefully the conversation would change subjects soon.
”But you know” Kathy continued, “When I walked into the bathroom the next morning when I came to pick up something I forgot, I saw tons of pee stained panties in the trash.”
”No way!” Replied Carol.
”Way. So I think a lot of people just went in their skirts, at least a little bit, then tried to hide it. But because we were the only ones wearing pants, we were the only ones who got teased. Oh”. Kathy began whispering and leaning closer at this point. “I was wearing a romper and it took me a while to get it off. I had to pee really bad so I started leaking into my underwear before I sat on the toilet. So after I was done I tossed my panties right onto the top of the pile.”
Everybody leaned back in their chair and laughed.
”Oh my God, that is so funny” Carol said.
Feeling at ease, the three continued their talks for another half hour. Over time, Carol had gradually depleted her water bottle again. She began to shift in her seat and cross her legs. However the time had come to get work done.
”Okay guys, nice talk. But we should get our stuff done now” Sarah said.
”Yeah you’re right” Kathy replied as she stood up. “But let’s all meet up after work. Maybe we can go out somewhere.”
”Sounds good” Said Carol as she stood up as well. “I have to pee again anyway, but it was nice getting to know you guys. I’ll see you later!” She continued as she walked out the door.
“Later girly!” Said Kathy as she followed behind.
Sarah relaxed in her chair and sighed. She was just glad that the previous night was behind her. Carol seemed cool too, so all was looking up. She would be sure to see both of them later.
***
The sun had set, and all the girls were getting out of work. Sarah walked out of the building into the cold of the night, and shivered. She saw Kathy waiting by the wall in front of the parking lot and went over to her. Kathy smiled as she saw Sarah approach.
”Girly!”
”Hey Kath! Have you seen Carol? I didn’t notice her as I was leaving from outside”. Sarah asked
Before Kathy could respond, both of the women felt their phones vibrate. Sarah took her phone out and read the notification. It was a group chat message started by Carol.
”I’ll be out in a minute I’m just peeing”
”Well never mind then”
The two laughed. Light snow had been falling, though by the amount of snow on the ground, it had been obvious that it had snowed a fair amount while they were working. Sarah checked the weather forecast. The snow would be picking up even harder again any minute now, and would continue on into the night. While she was looking, she got a notification on her phone from work.
”Due to inclement weather conditions, all central office work is cancelled tomorrow, Tuesday, January 8th.”
”Yippee” Sarah quietly said as she explained the news to Kathy.
“That’s great. Except that there’s a ton of accidents on the way to our houses” Kathy said looking at her own phone. “It’ll take hours to get home at that rate. And it’s freezing out here, I wish I knew Carol was going to be a minute.”
”Sorry!” Carol blurted to both of them as she sped walked over. “Gotta go when you gotta go, and hearing about that, I’m glad I went when I did. Just in case”. Carol pulled out her phone and appeared to be looking something up. “My new place so far doesn’t have any traffic accidents blocking the way, just usual snow slow down. Do you guys want to come over and wait at my place while traffic to your guys’ neighborhood dies down?”
”That’s a great idea!” Sarah responded. “Thank you”!
”Yeah that’ll be fun!” Kathy added.
“Okay let’s do it. Do you guys just want to leave your cars here for now and let me drive all of us, I parked on the street because I don’t have a pass to the garage yet. But the garage looks packed anyway so that may be a good thing”.
Sarah turned around and looked towards the parking garage. Sure enough, it was packed full of cars with their engines on trying to leave but not moving. It would take an hour just to get out it.
”Yeah that’d be great!” Sarah told her.
”Good, let’s go!”
The trio walked over to Carol’s car parked on the street. It was a modest 4 door that would seat 5 and have leather seats. Carol opened her door and sat in the drivers seat then unlocked the passenger doors. Kathy got shotgun while Sarah sat in the back behind Kathy. Carol took a sip from her once again refilled water bottle before plopping it in the cup holder. Even outside the parking garage, the street was a mess. The waiting game begun.
Carol had been waiting for a few minutes already but hadn’t even left the spot she had parked. The gentlemen to her rear left gave her a hand wave to signify that he would let her in, but nobody was moving so she had no chance to take up the offer because she wouldn’t fit. Sighing, she took another sip of her water.
”Do you carry and fill that thing all day?” Kathy asked.
”Oh yeah I do” Carol smiled as she responded.
”Are you one of those people who are obsessed with staying hydrated”? Kathy continued asking.
”I think drinking water is really important to health. It keeps my skin clear. So I drink it all day long.”
”How do you do that without having to pee all the time?” Sarah asked
Carol laughed
”I don’t. I just have to pee all the time. It’s just something I do.”
There was finally a gap in the traffic and Carol could get into the street. Traffic seemed to be picking up a little bit. It was still pathetically slow, but at least it was consistently moving. The roads were so slippery and it was so dark that they couldn’t blame everybody for going so slow. The girls passed time by talking about their family’s, and then into less serious topics, such as where Kathy got the jeans she was wearing.
45 minutes into the trip Kathy suddenly announced “I wish I went pee with you before we left”. Kathy was wiggling in her seat and putting her hands to her crotch.
”I hear that. I have to go again.” Carol said as she stood up straight as she placed her now half empty water bottle back in its cup holder.
Sarah hadn’t broadcasted it, but she had to pee really bad as well. She hadn’t gone when she left work, but she didn’t need to them, and she genuinely didn’t know it was snowing outside and there’d be traffic.
”I’ve got to use the bathroom too. This way can be awful when traffic is bad. Both my daughters have actually wet themselves on the way back from class on this route. ” Sarah added.
”Oh shit. If she’s saying she has to go, it’s a real emergency”. Kathy told Carol.
”Kath!”
“It’s true! If you’re at the point where you admit you gotta go, it’s often pretty close to too late for you!”
Sarah began feeling a flood of emotions, but Carol cut that short.
”Guys, it’s okay. We’re not in our early 20s, it’s harder for us to hold it. Especially for Sarah because she had two kids. Look, the way I drink all this water, do you think I have never had accidents? They happen! My last job was a caretaker in an understaffed elderly home center. I was there for years. A lot of times I couldn’t just leave my work to go to the bathroom, but I still had my water drinking habit. Back in my 20s, I think I only full on peed myself there once, but I’d occasionally leak in or even soak my underwear. After I got into my 30s it got to be more common. I started to carry an extra pair of underwear in my purse because wetting my panties became more common. After a little while having leaks that would show up on my pants got to be not uncommon, so I brought extra pants to work too. In my last few years there, there’d be times where I completely wet my pants multiple times in the span of one year. I didn’t want to keep doing that, so I...”
Carol looked at Kathy and in the mirror to Sarah, who had visibly calmed down.
”I started wearing pull ups to work. And that’s how I spent my last two years there, up until a couple of weeks ago.”
Sarah felt so calm. She had been stressed all day about wearing the diaper in front of Kathy and everybody, and yet here Carol was, a friend but brand new, telling them that she was flat out reliant on them.
”Whoa! Are you wearing one now?” Kathy asked.
Carol giggled and shook her head.
”No. That was something I was excited for today. First day of a job where I can wear big girl underwear. But that means nothing if in this car I. Pee. My. Pants”.
All three of them laughed but cut it short when their needs to pee triggered them to grab their crotches. Another 45 minutes passed, and the girls were still trying to hold strong.
”I wish I had one of those pull ups right about now. Or do you have an empty cup anywhere?” Kathy asked.
”I wish, I just cleaned out this car. But it’s not like I ever peed in them on purpose, they were for when I actually couldn’t hold it anymore and it just came out. Oh god, I just remembered the times where it completely filled up. Trust me, being a 35 year old lady walking around in what was essentially a soaking wet diaper was weird. God forbid I tried sitting after that. Oh, there was this one time where I had to go so bad, that the pull up filled up, and then over flowed, so I still wet my pants!”
The car stayed silent for a bit after that. Carol wondered if she came on too strong by talking about it too much, but just shrugged at the thought and messed with the car radio and other controls. It wasn’t until 20 minutes later that the silence was broken by a gasp from Kathy.
Kathy unbuckled and lifted herself off the seat to look at her butt, but then looked confused. She felt around at her butt, and then felt at the seat.
”I could have sworn I just peed. My ass is all warm and so is the seat. But I’m not wet”.
”Oh gosh no! That’s just the seat warmer. Sorry, the electrical work in this car is screwed up and sometimes it just turns stuff on”.
Sarah was really struggling. She thought to herself “Lucky Kathy” as she looked down at her crotch. She felt a spurt of pee that lasted a second escape and dampen her underwear. She checked if it showed up on her pants, and fortunately it didn’t. Unbeknownst to her, Carol saw this in her rearview mirror.
“So if any of us does have an accident in here, it’s no worries. It wouldn’t be the first one. The seats can handle it. Though at this rate we should be there within 10 minutes.
The car wasn’t silent the rest of the way. The girls kept motivating each other to hold on, they made it a game. Carol was determined to have a dry first day, Sarah wanted to hold it, and Kathy just really liked her jeans.
”There it is!” Carol said pointing at an apartment building. The other girls cheered. “I’m on the top floor!” All the girls moaned.
”I can’t wait until the top floor. As soon as we get out I’m making some yellow snow.” Kathy told the others.
As Carol began the process to park, everybody unbuckled their seatbelts. Sarah looked down once again as she felt another spurt into her pants, this one dampening her light khakis into a dark color in a little spot at the crotch. As soon as Carol stopped the car on some snowy ground that she assumed was her parking spot and put it into park, Kathy bolted out of the car and ran to the most private side, which we was in front of the headlights. The other girls followed suit.
While Kathy struggled unbuttoning her really tight jeans, Carol slid off her slacks and blue panties and peed right away.
“Ah not a second to spare” she said out loud as she sighed.
Sarah squatted down next to her and pulled her pants and underwear off. As soon as they were clear she joined Carol in peeing. Their puddles joined together a few feet down from them. As the other two were peeing, Kathy was still wrestling with her button.
”Shit!”
A dark patch started forming on the back of Kathy’s jeans. It quickly expanded down both her legs. Unable to get her button undone, she squatted down next to Sarah and peed through her jeans. Sarah and Carol laughed while Kathy smiled.
”Oh yeah? Well those were white when you bought them!” Kathy pointed to Sarah’s yellow pee stained underwear.
”True!” All three laughed, which disrupted their pee streams.
Carol was the first to finish, and stood up to pull her pants back up. She was rather proud of herself for not even losing a drop the entire day. Kathy finished next. The entire back of her jeans were soaking wet and dripping. Finally Sarah finished. She examined her underwear. It was completely damp, and some had leaked into her pants. Regardless, she pulled everything back on and stood up. The three had left a fairly large puddle.
”I hope it doesn’t freeze and nobody slips on it” Kathy said pointing to the puddle. The other two giggled.
”C’mon. Let’s go inside” Carol invited.
Once inside the apartment, Carol flickered on the lights in her kitchen. She walked in a little bit, then stopped and turned around. She put her hands on Kathy’s shoulders and gently turned her around. It was immediately apparent that Kathy had to change. Carol then did the same to Sarah. She bent down a little to look at her crotch.
”Yeah, you guys are both going to need a change of pants. Give me a second.” Carol told them as she walked out of the kitchen towards her bedroom.
Sarah and Kathy just looked at each other and gave a chuckle. A moment later Carol emerged from her room carrying two pairs of sweatpants, one pink and one grey. Before she handed the pants to them, she stopped at a kitchen cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine along with some glasses.
“I call the pink one!” Kathy said as Carol distributed the clothes. Sarah took the grey sweats.
“You guys can just give me your clothes” Carol said. “I’ll put them in the wash and they’ll be ready before we leave.”
Kathy took Sarah by the wrist and walked with her into the bathroom. They changed together and discussed how Awesome Carol was. Mid conversation, Kathy pointed out to Sarah that the bathroom closet door was open, and an item of interest that was visible. It was a half depleted package of adult pull ups.
“She wasn’t kidding!” Kathy told her.
The pair exited the bathroom wearing their sweatpants ready to drink some wine. Carol has already started. Though they only intended to stay for a few hours, the night slipped away quickly, and nobody had any intention of leaving by the time it was the dead of night. Multiple wine bottles were emptied, and there were multiple inhibited trips to the bathroom. They even went together once, Sarah used the toilet, Kathy peed in the shower, and Carol sat on the sink. The night was only a blur, with lots of laughing and tears and hugging.
At 3 AM Sarah woke up in Carols room. She had passed out on the floor next to the bed. She was still drunk, but was able to feel a damp sensation in her bottom. The room had plenty of nightlights, so she sat up and examined herself. There was a huge wet spot on their butt, and the rug below her was wet. Sighing, she got up to tell Carol and see if maybe she had another extra pair of pants. Carol was lying down in bed on top of her blankets. Right as Sarah went to shake Carol’ shoulder, she noticed a puddle under the slacks that Carol never took off. She gently put a finger on the wet spot and then sniffed it, confirming that Carol wet the bed too.
Sarah shook her shoulder to wake her up. Carol opened one eye then shut it slowly. Sarah kept shaking. This time Carol rolled up and gave an expectant look. Sarah just pointed to her wet pants.
“Oh” Carol said. At that, she got a look on her face and then felt around the bed under her. Upon her realization that she had the same problem, she rolled her eyes at herself. She held Sarah’s hand and stood up. At that very moment, they heard a hissing. They looked to the source, which was Kathy sleeping in a chair in the room, a chair which was now absorbing her pee. Carol took Sarah and walked to Kathy who was still peeing in her sleep. She shook Kathy until she woke up and stopped peeing right away. With the damage done though, Carol took Kathy by the other hand and walked with the two to her closet.
Still drunk, Carol let go of their hands and left them standing there as she went to the bathroom. Both Sarah and Kathy almost fell asleep again in the minute Carol was gone, and Kathy finished her pee where she stood, staining the rug at their feet and further wetting her pants. Carol reappeared in the room a minute later, but instead of having slacks on, she was only wearing a fresh pull up, and she carried the rest of the package into the room. Seeing the two still standing in front of the closet, Carol came over and pulled down their wet clothes, and opened the closet so they could find any other pants they might want.
Kathy however didn’t care for more pants, and just put on a pull up as well. She quickly did so and helped Carol change the sheets. Sarah thought for a moment, and decided to just put on a pull up as well. In no time, the three put new sheets on the bed, and collapsed on it. Sarah felt at her pull up, and gently fell into a deep sleep.
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Hi all!!! I'm a newbie on here...this is my first story. The storyline is based around the Harry Potter series, more specifically, the pairing is Hermione Granger and Severus Snape. (There is no copyright intended - I don't own any of these characters or the HP series). I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1 - An Accident
Severus Snape was an unusual man, he wasn't evil like everyone claimed, he was just strict. He had his part to play in the upcoming war, just like everybody else, and he accepted that he probably wouldn't survive the war anyway.
Severus resisted the urge to sigh as he looked out towards his fifth year potions class, from behind his desk. He decided that if he only had another year or so to live, he might try to have some fun.
"Professor Snape, can I burrow you for a moment sir?" Severus looked towards the voice and met the eyes of Hermione Granger.
Severus tried not to frown. The girl looked...concerned. There was a slight frown on her face and Severus wondered just what had the Granger girl worried. Severus hated to admit it but, the girl was smart. She wasn't the type to get things wrong.
Severus stood and made his way over to the girls work station and inspected her potion.
"I don't see a problem here Granger" Severus stated.
He looked up from the potion and back at the girls face and noticed, for the first time, that her face was slightly flushed and there was a hint of sweat on her brow.
"Is everything alright Miss Granger?" Severus asked, his eyebrow raised in question.
Hermione nervously looked around at the rest of the class and was relieved to see that they were more focused in murmuring nonsense to each other while they brewed their potions instead of focusing on her and the potions Professor.
"Please sir, I need to use the bathroom...quite badly. May I be excused for a few moments?" She asked and then proceeded to chew lightly on her bottom lip.
Severus then took in the girls posture. She was squirming slightly, not enough to draw attention from her moronic classmates but enough that he was able to notice.
Severus tried not to smirk, he wanted to have some fun after all.
"You know the rules of my classroom Granger, the answer is no. You will just have to wait until after class" he replied.
The girl looked about ready to burst into tears when he forbade her from the relief that she so desperately needed.
"Sir...please, I will not be able to wait another hour. I'm so desperate" she pleaded with him, eyes wide, her breathing had sped up and it appeared that she was squirming even more than before.
"You are not a child girl, you will just have to wait" Severus said with finality, as he turned and made his way back to his desk.
He heard her whimper slightly behind him and he felt his cock twitch slightly. He sat down and tried to subtly watch her from the corner of his eye. Severus Snape was not necessarily a major bastard but, like any normal human being, he indulged in his own sexual kinks. Piss desperation was one of them, he enjoyed watching someone lose control over their own body as they tried so hard to retain that precious control.
Hermione was sat towards the back of the classroom, having arrived almost late. She'd had no option but to take one of the only empty desks available, at the back of the class.
She had been caught up talking to Professor Flitwick after charms class, discussing a recent article she had read about a particular charm that she was interested in understanding more about.
Professor Flitwick had kindly given up his morning break to guide her in her studies. Before Hermione knew it, the bell rang, signalling the end of the break and the beginning of classes once more.
"You'd better get to your next class Miss Granger" Flitwick had said. Hermione agreed, she knew she had double potions class with Professor Snape and he would be unforgiving if she was late.
She started running down Hogwarts' endless flights of stairs to make it to the dungeons in time for the beginning of class. As she ran through the halls, she realised that her bladder was sending very minor signals to her brain that it was starting to fill. Hermione knew that she did not have the time to make the usual side trip to the loo that she would take during the morning break, and decided that she would be fine, the signals weren't so bad and she wasn't a child. She could wait for the next two hours, through the double potions class, and to lunch time break.
Hermione, had survived the first hour of potions class with a rapidly filling bladder, she had seriously underestimated her body this time and she doubted she would be able to hold on much longer.
After having no choice but to ask the strict Professor Snape for a bathroom break, and having been denied it, Hermione felt her urgency rise ten notches.
She had started sweating slightly from the strain of holding back her urine. She wasn't the type of person who left using the bathroom to the last minute, she always went when her body first announced its need. She had never had to hold it before and that meant her bladder muscles hadn't had much practice in holding and it was making everything a lot more difficult.
Hermione decided that she needed to sit down, if only to give herself the opportunity to cross her legs tightly.
She sat and crossed her legs and instantly felt a little better. This position was far more comfortable for her in this condition, and she could still brew her potion effectively from this position.
Hermione delved back into brewing her potion and lost focus on her need for a while. However, fifteen minutes later, her body announced its need again.
The signals her body gave her came sharp and sudden and she had to quickly move her hand down underneath her skirt, in order to hold back the flood. The situation was serious now.
Severus had been watching her and he nearly stopped breathing when the girl moved her hand down to hold herself. His cock was very interested in the sight and he resisted the urge to touch himself underneath his desk. He knew that the girl had said she was desperate, but it wasn't that bad...was it? Was she that close to wetting herself that she felt the need to hold herself like a child? Perhaps he should check, he didn't want her hurting herself after all.
Hermione was trying to breathe evenly, but even breathing now hurt her overstretched bladder. She began fanning her legs and swore that she could feel the liquids sloshing around inside her.
She was trying to remain calm and quiet, the last thing she needed at this moment was to draw attention to herself.
But Hermione knew, she knew she was fighting a losing battle. She could feel the first drop of pee forming, tickling, at her urethral opening and only her hand on herself was holding back the flood. She tried massaging the peehole in an effort to try anything that might be able to help her situation.
She stood up, wondering if changing her position might help her.
"Problem Miss Granger?" The voice of her Professor drawled from behind her.
She gasped in shock at his sudden appearance. The loss of concentration caused her bladder to release a jet of urine into her thin panties.
Hermione doubled over and placed her hand tighter over herself before looking back at her Professor in embarrassment.
"Please Professor..." she begged.
Severus said nothing as he watched her lose another powerful jet that soaked completely through her panties and onto the flagstone below. She stared at the droplets in utter humiliation as she tried to wipe them away with her foot.
She groaned slightly, her bladder felt like a balloon, and she knew it was about to pop.
However, what the professor did next surprised her. He cast a silencing and notice me not charm around the two of them before moving so that the back of her body was flush against the front of his.
He then slowly moved his hands so that they pressed gently on her stomach. He could feel the bulge of her stomach that was clearly her maxed out bladder.
He then applied a slight bit of pressure.
"Ahhh don't" Hermione let out a small noise as a very powerful jet was forced out of her.
Severus heard the powerful hiss, before Hermione was able to stop it. Severus' heart was hammering in anticipation, he knew she was fighting a losing battle with her bladder and he couldn't remember the last time he had been this turned on.
However, Severus had to say that he was impressed, normally young people were not able to control themselves when they were desperate, and he knew that his student's body had already felt that tiny glimpse of relief. Now her body craved it, no matter how hard she would try to fight against her natural need.
With some training, Severus knew that this girl would be able to hold for ages one day.
"I can't hold it" he heard Hermione whimper as a small but steady stream slowly left her body. She was starting to form a puddle beneath her.
Severus was so hard, he knew that she would be able to feel it against her lower back.
"Then let go" Severus replied steadily.
"Everything you have locked up, let it all go" he said.
Hermione's body was at the end of its control, she didn't have a choice anymore.
"I really can't hold it" Hermione said as she felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She was about to piss herself and there was absolutely nothing that she could do about it.
"Oh, oh no...I'm wetting myself!" She exclaimed miserably, as she felt her fingers, that were placed firmly against her peehole, start to get wet.
She could feel the urine flowing out of her exhausted muscles. The pressure of the first stream forced her to move her hands away from herself. She was still bent over at an odd angle as she felt the material of her panties soak within a second and the liquid trickled down her right thigh for a moment. She tried to position her skirt so that the fabric might catch the liquid as it left her body. However, before she could hold her skirt against her womanhood, a powerful stream forced her legs to snap apart, as the torrent gushed from her.
She instead, pulled her school skirt out of the way and bunched it up to her hips, her panties on full display to Severus, so that it wouldn't get her skirt any wetter. She knew the flood was inevitable now, at least if her skirt was dry no one would notice if she'd had an accident or not. She also thanked Merlin that the desks in the potions class were tall enough that they were waist height on Hermione.
As the piss began to pour out of her poor muscles, she relaxed completely as several hours of stored liquid poured out of her like a waterfall that she couldn't stop.
She moaned in sheer relief, thankful of the silencing spell that was still in place. She thought that she felt her legs shaking at from the relief that her exhausted body was finally getting. She was enjoying the relief too much to even think about the fact that her potions Professor was holding onto her as she pissed herself like a four year old.
Severus had seen her start to sway on unsteady legs after she'd bunched her skirt up and started to relieve herself on the classroom floor. Severus thought he was going to cum in his trousers at the sight of her like that, right there, right then, like a sex-crazed schoolboy.
She pissed for nearly a whole minute and was surprised that she was able to hold so much and that it was possible to pee for this long.
Finally, the stream slowed to a trickle and then stopped altogether.
She relaxed and willed her breathing to calm down.
After a few moments, she was calm once more and only then did she remember her professor who was still standing behind her and was also stood in the massive puddle of piss she had just created. She looked at his dragon hide boots and noticed that the tops of them were practically drenched. She then noticed that there were some splatters on the bottom of the legs of his trousers.
That had happened when she had snapped her legs open and Severus had stood with his legs together, between her spread legs, in order to stop her from falling in her own puddle of piss.
Hermione looked down and marvelled at the size of the large puddle before looking back up at her Professor, cheeks red with embarrassment.
To her surprise, the professors cheeks were also tinged red and the tent in his trousers was quite impressive. Had he enjoyed this? Hermione knew that she had certainly enjoyed it more than she probably should have. This was disgusting...wasn't it? So why did she feel so exhilarated from the experience?
Hermione watched Severus for a moment before he seemed to remember where he was and what he was doing. He cleared his throat and looked at her.
"Detention, tomorrow Granger" he said in a husky voice as he spelled away her mess.
"But sir it's a hogsmeade Saturday tomorrow" Hermione stated, she had wanted to go to the village tomorrow ideally.
"Detention, tomorrow morning, after breakfast Granger. You will drink three goblets of pumpkin juice before you come. We're going to be doing some experimenting" Severus stated as he walked back towards his desk, with a slight limp because of the weight of his now solid cock. Thank Merlin for large robes, at least he could hide his big problem.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as he moved further away. There was still half an hour left of class until lunch, she couldn't wait to be out of his presence, he had confused her today. Her tired bladder muscles were also telling her that it was starting to fill up again, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it at all once she had to fully go again. But she knew she would last half an hour, and the toilets were available to her in the corridor as she left this classroom.
She couldn't focus much on the remainder of the lesson, she would get an average grade fir her potion today, it hadn't been completely ruined.
Then she started to worry. What did he have in store for her tomorrow?
Well...only tomorrow would tell.
TBC. |
Chapter 2: A Proposal
Hermione bit lip as her hand hesitated. She was stood outside the potions professor's office, about to begin her detention.
She still couldn't get her head around what had happened the previous day, she was still unsure if she had made the whole thing up or not.
Nevertheless, she found herself at breakfast that morning, gulping down three goblets of pumpkin juice without hesitation. Why was she following his orders? She couldn't think of a reason why, well except one she wasn't going to willingly admit to herself.
'You liked it' a voice inside her head said.
She quickly chased the thought away and tried not to think about how she had gone back up to her dormitory during yesterday's lunch break to change her knickers and instead, found herself frigging herself off in the shower as she pissed out another long and heavy stream, less than 45 minutes since her massive wet on the classroom floor.
She refused to admit that she liked the feeling of being unable to control her body and she refused to acknowledge how thrilled she felt that Severus Snape had encouraged her to do it.
So, here she was, the following morning, nervous about her detention with the potions Professor.
Before she could knock, the door to the professor's office had swung open. She nearly cursed herself, of course, he would have known she was there, she would have set off his wards the second she stood in front of his door.
"Good morning Miss Granger, please sit" Severus said to the girl as she entered his office.
She sat down on the offered chair and noticed that he had spelled the door shut and silenced and warded it against intruders.
She looked at him expectantly, wondering what he was going to be asking her to do for her detention.
"You are going to mark these first year quizzes to start off with Granger, and then you shall move on to other tasks" he informed her as she noticed the pile of papers in front of her.
She nodded and immediately set to the task she had been given. She could sense his presence, watching her curiously as she did the work.
What was he planning?
An hour later and Hermione was done. She looked up at her potions Professor, who was sat in his office chair, that was directly opposite on the other side of his desk.
"I'm done with those sir" Hermione said quietly.
He watched her for a moment, which was making her slightly nervous. She felt uneasy and unsure about what he was going to have her do next.
"Do you need a break Miss Granger?" Severus asked her.
Hermione frowned. What?
"No sir..." she said.
She still didn't understand where he was going with this.
"Because if you need a break, I suggest you excuse yourself now. I have nice carpet in here...and your piss will not be welcome on it" Severus stated dryly to her.
Hermione blushed bright red, when he hadn't mentioned anything about her accident yesterday, she decided not to encourage the topic.
"Sir...I - " she started to say.
However, she was cut off by Severus holding up his hand to silence her.
"I don't care for your excuses Miss Granger. The fact is, you stood in my classroom, spread your legs and pissed all over my flagstone. Like a child" Severus stated.
Hermione stared at him for a moment, so that she could gather her thoughts before giving a response.
"But you liked it..." she finally said, hesitantly.
Severus looked at her.
"So did you, judging by the look on your face as you relieved yourself" he replied.
Hermione bit her lip...she couldn't really deny it.
"So, Miss Granger, I should remove house points for your discretion. Shouldn't I?" He said rhetorically.
Hermione looked down at the desk and nodded slowly.
"What is my punishment sir?" She asked, feeling brave.
"500 points from Gryffindor and detention every Saturday until you graduate" he said.
Hermione's head shot up.
"Sir! No...please, I will do anything. You cannot punish me that severely for something that wasn't my fault" she exclaimed horrified at the punishment.
"It was definitely your fault Miss Granger, you couldn't control yourself...that's not anyone else's problem but yours. The punishment stands. Unless..." he said.
Hermione looked up at him hopefully. She knew that she would have to answer to her head of house if she suddenly lost that many points. So, she meant it when she said she would do whatever to avoid the punishment.
"Yes sir?" She begged him to hurry up and name his price, the suspense was killing her.
Severus smirked at her.
"Be careful what you wish for Miss Granger" he said dangerously.
Hermione gulped.
"I want to control your bladder" he said.
Hermione's eyes nearly bulged out of her head.
"Excuse me sir?" She said, he surely hadn't said what she thought he had. Had he?
"I will be in control of your bladder Miss Granger. You will only be allowed to piss with my permission and that will be all. You will have to submit yourself to me fully. You can ask my permission but accept that you might be denied. You will have no choice but to follow my instructions or risk punishment" Severus said.
Hermione's throat was suddenly dry. She wanted to say no, she wanted to say that she would have rather take the point loss but, something about his offer was alluring.
Hermione had grown up over the summer. She had enjoyed the awkward fumbling with Victor Krum but now, she wanted something more, something different.
She nodded her consent.
"That is a yes Miss Granger?" Severus asked.
"You must be sure because I will tell you when you can piss, where you can piss, how you can piss and in what circumstances you are not allowed to piss. I am in complete control. I think, with a bit of training, you will be able to hold more than you think. You will be able to hold gallons of piss for extensive periods of time eventually but you will need training. Is your answer still a yes?" He asked her.
"Yes sir" she replied.
"Good" he replied.
"Do you have any questions for me?" He asked her.
"Yes sir, will you ever want to take part in the whole holding it for a long time thing?" She asked him.
Severus grinned at her.
"I might consider role reversal Miss Granger, when I'm in the mood" he answered her.
"Do you like holding sir?" She asked him.
"I hold as long as I can Miss Granger, and go only when I have to. Once a day is the maximum" he stated.
Hermione's eyes widened. He only pissed once a day!
"How do you do that?" She asked.
"It took a lot of practice and test of control. Long Order and Death Eater meetings also forced me to hold it at times" he said.
"Perhaps I will tell you one day" he added in as an afterthought.
"When do we start sir?" She asked him.
The two sat in silence for a moment.
"How are you feeling after yesterday Granger? Is there any pain?" He asked her, ignoring her question.
She hesitated.
"Not pain per se, it's just, last night I was a bit uncomfortable. Like when you go for a long run and the next day you can feel the ache in your muscles" she replied.
"And how do you feel this morning? Did you follow my instructions about the pumpkin juice?" He asked her.
Hermione blushed.
"I followed your instructions" she said.
"Do you need to ask my permission to piss?" He asked her, looking her dead in the eye.
She swallowed thickly.
"It can wait" she replied.
"Ah, so you have a need?" He stated rhetorically.
She nodded.
"You can wait for a bit?" He said again.
Again, she nodded.
"Good, then you can get to work by scraping the chewing gum off from the underside of the desks in my potions classroom" he said.
She nodded and headed into the classroom that was attached to the office and began her work.
About an hour later, Hermione had finished her job and she stood up from the classroom floor.
Her need to piss had been steadily growing over the last hour and she considered herself to be quite desperate by now.
She saw Severus looking at her knowingly, Hermione could have sworn that he was trying to hide a smirk.
"Problem Granger?" He asked innocently.
"I'm done with the chewing gum task sir" she stated.
"Anything else to add Granger?" He asked her.
"May I have a break sir?" He asked her.
"Yes you may" he replied.
Hermione blinked in surprise, he was letting her have a break. Did this mean he was letting her piss?
"Winky" Severus called.
Winky the house elf appeared.
"Yes professor?" Winky asked.
"Please bring some snacks and a couple of drinks for Miss Granger and myself" he replied.
Winky nodded and did as asked. Within two minutes, a tray appeared with Severus' requests. Severus pointed to a chair that was near his desk.
"Sit Miss Granger, you will sit here and have a ten minute break, then I want you to hand wash all those cauldrons" he told her as he pointed to the stack of dirty equipment by the sink.
Hermione grimaced in response but followed instructions and sat down.
"Anything else Granger?" He asked.
Severus wasn't stupid, he knew she would be feeling those three pumpkin juices quite badly by now.
"Please sir, may I use the break to go to the bathroom?" She asked.
"You told me that you didn't need to be excused Miss Granger" Severus replied.
"That was an hour ago sir, the matter is quite different now" she said.
"Well if you could hold it then, you can hold it now" he said.
Hermione bit her lip nervously, she really needed to go.
She ate the food offered to her but didn't touch the pumpkin juice. After ten minutes, she moved to start washing the cauldrons.
"Something wrong with your drink Miss Granger. It would be rude not to accept the hospitality you have been offered" he said.
Hermione was about to argue but Severus spoke first.
"Drink it, all of it. That is an order Granger, I suggest you do it quickly" he said.
Hermione knew the rules, she knew what he was doing.
She picked up the goblet and quickly drained the glass.
"Good girl" Severus said.
"Now, cauldrons" he ordered.
She headed to the sink, with a heavy bladder that was about to get heavier.
Thirty minutes later and Hermione was stood at the sink that was currently gushing water, one leg crossed over the other.
That pumpkin juice had gone straight to her already full bladder. She was ready to burst.
"How are you doing Miss Granger?" He asked her.
"I have to piss" she said desperately.
She looked up at him and he stared back at her with disapproval covering his features.
"How disappointing Miss Granger, don't tell me you are near bursting point already?" He asked her.
She nodded and then whimpered. Her bladder had just sent a large signal to her brain that it needed to be emptied and it forced her to bend slightly at the waist.
"Tut, tut Miss Granger, I think you can hold it for longer. Finish the task and then we shall see" he said and he turned and walked back to his desk where he was marking papers.
Hermione sighed and tried to ignore her need. That lasted two seconds until she turned the tap on to rinse out a now clean cauldron. She only had ten left to go...she could do this.
Five cauldrons later and she realised she couldn't do this. Her breathing had sped up, she was openly squirming now and she couldn't stand still.
"My, my, we are in a pickle aren't we Granger?" Severus chuckled as he made his way back over to her.
"Please sir...I'm at my limit" Hermione said, signals now urgent.
The situation was officially critical.
"What if I said no?" He asked.
"I will piss myself all over your floor again" she answered honestly.
"You will do no such thing. None of your piss will get on my floor, or there will be trouble" he said.
"I don't think my body is giving me that choice anymore" she groaned , she could feel the pee traveling to her peehole.
She moved her hands to help her hold. However, as it was a Saturday, she was wearing her favourite pair of jeans, and she couldn't quite get the grip on herself that she had yesterday under her skirt.
"Oh dear, it looks serious" Severus said.
"It is sir...please" Hermione said.
"Ask me nicely" Severus said.
"Please sir, may I relieve myself?" She asked him desperately.
Her face was red now and she was sweating from straining her muscles tightly.
"No" Severus said.
Hermione moaned.
"Sir...it's going to come out. I can't hold it back any longer" she said as she lost a spurt.
It immediately showed on her jeans.
Hermione gasped and looked down at the damage, Severus followed her gaze.
"Did you just leak, Miss Granger" he questioned her.
She whimpered and nodded.
"Well, if you're that desperate, I will allow you relief" Severus said.
Hermione almost cried in joy at the permission and moved to make her way towards the classroom door.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked her.
Hermione gaped at him.
"You gave me permission to use the toilet" she frowned at him.
She gasped as her bladder forced out another leak, one that darkened her jeans much more.
"I said you could relieve yourself, I didn't say how or where" he said to her.
Hermione bit her lip.
"How sir...please how am I to relieve myself?" She begged him.
He reached purposefully for one of the smaller sized cauldrons she had just washed up.
"This will have to do" he said as he handed it to her.
She looked at him in shock.
"I can't do it in this, it's not big enough!" Hermione exclaimed worriedly.
She had now worked her hand into her jeans so she could hold back her flood through her panties.
"It's your only option Granger I suggest you take it" he said.
Hermione nodded, she was already slowly wetting herself, she needed this cauldron. It was her only salvation.
"Er...could you look away if I am to do this?" She asked.
Severus shook his head.
"No, I will watch, you consented to this Granger" he said.
Hermione nodded nervously, dignity be damned, she had to release her bladder...now.
She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her hips and to her thighs, her knickers followed.
She blushed and refused to make eye contact with her professor, who she knew was watching her.
She placed the cauldron between her legs, just in time as her body released all her pent up piss.
She moaned loudly, the release was amazing.
After only ten seconds, she could see the cauldron was nearly full to the top. Her bladder was still bursting desperate to release its entire contents.
"It's nearly full" she said, panicking.
"Then you best stop" Severus replied nonchalantly whilst still casually watching.
Hermione squeezed all her muscles tightly, trying to stem the flow. She was still trickling slightly as the cauldron overflowed a little.
"Tut, tut Miss Granger. Stop now or face punishment" he ordered.
She held her breath and forced her muscles to stop pissing. She held the full cauldron with shaky hands.
"I still need to go" she pleaded.
She placed the full cauldron in the sink and moved one hand immediately back to her snatch. She was openly holding her pussy, in front of her professor.
"Is this what you call control?" He asked her.
She shook her head.
She had tasted relief and her muscles weren't obeying her anymore. She leaked a decent stream of piss straight into her hands, and shook with the sheer exhaustion of holding back her tired muscles.
Severus sighed.
"You'd best pick out a slightly bigger cauldron then hadn't you?" He said to her.
Without hesitation, Hermione leapt into action, she picked up one of the larger sized cauldrons that she had already washed up. However, to lift the cauldron she needed both hands.
As she grabbed the cauldron with both hands, piss flowed freely from her and she couldn't stop it.
She quickly placed the cauldron on the ground and pushed her jeans and knickers right down to her ankles so that she could get the right angle. The cauldron was just about big enough that she could straddle the opening whilst she knelt on the floor for balance.
She straddled the opening of the cauldron and pissed. She pissed and pissed and pissed, everything she had inside her.
She moaned in relief and made eye contact with Severus, who watched her piss in fascination.
He was hard at the display, she was pissing heavily and he marvelled at the sight. She was in the ultimate submissive position, legs apart, whilst pissing in a cauldron that sat on the floor between her knees.
He was surprised when he heard her gasp slightly and when he heard a slight splattering, he realised why.
She had filled that entire cauldron as well! Severus couldn't hide his surprise as a final ten second stream spilled over the cauldron and onto the floor.
Hermione finished and then looked at the scene in horror, she didn't realise she had THAT much inside of her.
Then she looked back at Severus, thankfully he wasn't mad at the slight spillage.
"Well Miss Granger, you'd better get started, you have cauldrons to empty and clean out" he told her as he walked into his office and closed the door behind him.
He sat down at his desk and undid the buttons on his trousers, he had a rather large problem of his own to sort out. |
Chapter 3: Rules and Origins Of It All
After her detention, Severus asked Hermione to sit back down at his desk in his office so that he could discuss their new situation in more detail. He really wanted her to be fully aware about what she was agreeing to, he was not going to force her do anything she didn't want to do.
"I feel we should discuss this new arrangement in more detail. I will not participate in anything you do not agree to" he told her seriously.
Hermione nodded and chewed slightly on her lip in anticipation of what he was going to say.
"Now, please answer honestly. You are sixteen correct" Severus stated.
"I might be seventeen, I used a time turner a bit too much in my third year" she said honestly.
Severus blinked in surprise, he hadn't known that.
"Nonetheless, you are sixteen regardless of technicalities or semantics" he said again.
She nodded.
"You are at the age of consent according to English muggle law then" Severus said.
Again she nodded.
"Have you honestly enjoyed the last couple of sessions we have had doing this?" He asked her.
She hesitated for a moment.
"Yes...as odd as it still seems to me, yes I enjoy it" she replied, cheeks flushing slightly.
Severus nodded.
"Does anyone else know?" He asked her.
Hermione shook her head in the negative.
"Good" Severus replied.
"So, this is how we will begin for now. Because you are still getting used to this, I don't expect you to submit total control to me right away and I'm not going to force you to do so. Instead, what I propose, is a few taster sessions if you like, a trial period so to speak. I will give you instructions every day as we go and you will eventually learn to do what I say without question or hesitation. If, during this trial period, I ask you to something that you don't feel comfortable doing, then please say so and we shall stop and try something else. Is that clear?" He asked her.
She smiled slightly and nodded. She had been a little apprehensive about the whole relinquishing all control thing but a trial period would make her feel better about the whole thing.
Severus noticed the shift in her features to a more relaxed expression and felt less tense about the situation. He knew that she would speak up if a line was crossed.
"Good, now do you have questions for me?" He asked her.
"What about just before bed in the evening and first thing in the morning?" She asked.
"What about it?" Severus asked her.
"Well, I always pee one last time before going to sleep and I go first thing when I wake up in the morning. You said I need to ask your permission though, so what do we do about that?" She asked.
He smirked at her.
"For now, you can continue that routine for the duration of the trial period unless I instruct you otherwise. Eventually, that control will be surrendered to me to the point where you might not be allowed to go at either of those times" Severus answered her.
She bit her lip, that would take some getting used to. At least he was letting her keep her typical routine whilst she was trialling the whole experience.
Hermione went to ask another question but blushed slightly and looked down.
"If you have a question please ask it Miss Granger" Severus said noticing her change in composure.
"What about when I menstruate?" She asked.
Severus blinked again in surprise at the bluntness of the question.
"Again, that depends on you. I personally don't care, piss is piss and blood is blood. Nothing that can't be cleaned up. However, I understand that you might feel differently and that is a bridge we can cross when we get to it...if you like" Severus replied.
Hermione nodded. She was secretly glad, half the time she didn't know what was an uncomfortably filling bladder and what was a stomach cramp.
"What if I don't have to pee..." she trailed off hoping that Severus would understand.
"I have no interest in that for the moment, you can do that as much as you need to whenever you need to, you just won't have permission to piss" he replied.
She couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped her, Severus chuckled at her.
"Anything else?" He asked her.
"You mentioned punishments earlier...what would they be should I earn one?" She asked.
"Punishments could be anything really. More holding, taking away something you don't like, spanking. Again, this is something we can discuss and choose together...we can make a list if you like so that we we're both comfortable" Severus suggested.
"Ok" Hermione agreed.
"Now is there anything else?" He asked.
She wasn't sure...was there anything else she wanted to know?
"If you can't think of anything now, you can always ask at any point during the trial period...you might have more questions when actually doing the activities" he said to her.
She nodded again.
"But that's all for now, yes?" He asked.
"I think so" she agreed.
"Good...now here is what you are going to do tomorrow" he said.
She looked at him expectantly.
"You can pee in the morning when you get up. You have a window between seven thirty and eight tomorrow morning to pee. If you miss that window, that's your fault. At eight, I want you here in my office, we are going to spend the day together again. You will not pee until I tell you and you will drink everything I give you. You will also do as I say. Is that clear? Do you have any concerns?" He asked her.
"No sir" she said.
"Right then, your official trial period will start tomorrow so I suggest you be ready. You are allowed to piss as much as you need to for the rest of the evening but make sure you remember my instructions for tomorrow morning. Of course, you can experiment on your own if you wish...testing your limits and such" he told her.
Ok sir, I will see you here at eight tomorrow morning then" Hermione said as she collected her belongings ready to depart from his office.
"Oh, one more thing Miss Granger" he called to her.
She turned back to look at him.
"I need to utilise your wand for a moment" he said to her.
She looked at him hesitantly before slowly reaching for it in her jacket pocket.
"Do not worry Miss Granger, I'm going to key your wand so that you are able to access my office even if I'm not here, I trust you to let yourself inside and sit patiently until I return" he said to her as he took her wand and cast a series of charms that would allow her access to his office and his classroom.
"All set Granger, see you in the morning" he said as he gave her back her wand.
She took it, bid him one last goodnight and left his office, lightly closing the door as she went.
Severus let out a breath, he made his way out the other door that attached to his office and led to his private rooms.
He was thinking over the developments that had taken place over the last couple of days and could hardly believe any of it had happened. He sat down on his favourite chair and began to think about what had got him interested in his kink to begin with.
He closed his eyes as he remembered.
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A fourth year Severus was sat in charms class, they were having a boring theory class today and everyone was slowly falling asleep.
The young Ravenclaw girl, who was sat next to Severus, was sat upright paying rapt attention to the lesson.
Severus thought about how dull his classmate must be, regardless of the fact that she looked like every straight, hormonal teenage males wet dream.
Severus ignored her for the most part and went back to daydreaming about which potion he would have used on the charms Professor to make him stop talking.
Severus' train of thought had been broken by a sudden stifled gasp to his left. He quickly looked towards the vicinity in which the sound had come from and, to his surprise, he saw her face flushed and her back straight. She was looking down towards her lap and Severus followed her gaze.
He saw the girl's hand wedged between her thighs and, although her skirt covered the movements, he could see that her fingers were moving beneath her skirt.
Severus' heart hammered, his young cock snapped to attention.
'Was she playing with herself in class?' Severus thought to himself whilst also fighting the urge to touch his insistent prick at the sight of it all.
Then, she shifted her hand slightly and her other hand moved to provide some imaginary support to her stomach.
'Is she feeling alright?' Severus wondered for a moment.
However, the next thing that happened left Severus in absolutely no doubt about what was occurring.
The girl widened her legs so that each leg was split over both sides of her stool, as if she was doing the splits whilst sat on her stool. Then, both hands moved down to her womanhood and she wriggled her hips in discomfort.
That's when everything had clicked into place for Severus. He had seen the girl right at the beginning of the lesson approach the charms Professor and ask him something. Severus hadn't taken much notice but the girl had come and taken her assigned seat beside him with a disappointed look on her face.
Now it made sense, she had asked to use the bathroom and had been denied. She was desperate to piss and couldn't do anything about it.
Severus assumed he would lose interest now that he knew the real reason she was making an exhibition of herself however, tiny whimpers accompanied her movements and Severus' cock started throbbing. Why the hell was he enjoying this?
"Oh, Merlin...please...no!" He heard the quiet sob next to him.
He stared at her and noticed a jet of liquid hit the classroom floor below them. He couldn't look away, his pulse was rising even higher and he was starting sweat as if he had just run a marathon.
"No!" She finally exclaimed pitifully as she lost all control over her body.
Severus had never forgotten the loud splashing sound of the girl's piss as it noisily gushed from her body, flowed over her stool and hit the classroom floor below.
The entire class and the charms professor were instantly drawn to the sudden noise that emerged from the back of the silent classroom.
They all watched as the girl sobbed silently while she pissed everything that she'd had inside her. The professor looked forlornly at the student, feeling guilty that he had put her in this situation in the first place. Eventually the girl finished wetting herself and immediately ran crying from the classroom, leaving her puddle and belongings behind along with a stunned class.
The professor had thought nothing more of it, spelled the puddle away and tried to divert the class' attention back to the lesson.
Severus, who had been enthralled by the entire event, was shaken out of his thoughts and stopped gawping at the scene. He tried to focus back on what the professor was saying, there wasn't long left of the class anyway.
As his attention went back to his professor, the young Severus was suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable.
It was only a few seconds later that he realised why, he had embarrassingly blown his load into his school trousers.
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The potions master shook his head and brought himself back into the present. He remembered that the young girl had been picked on mercilessly by her peers after the incident, to the extent that she transferred from Hogwarts and, as far as he was aware, her family had relocated to America.
That was partly why Severus had cast he silencing and privacy charms on Hermione the previous day when the same thing had happened to her. The Granger girl was a pain in the arse but she was a good student and Severus didn't want her to be teased in the same way his former classmate had been.
The only difference was that Hermione Granger had enjoyed it, just as much as he had.
Oh yes, the two of them were going to have some fun over the next few months. |
Chapter 4: A Step Too Far
The following morning at precisely eight 'o' clock, Hermione entered the potions masters office. She found that he was already sat patiently waiting for her behind his desk.
"Good morning professor" Hermione said.
"Good morning Miss Granger" he replied.
"How has your morning been?" He inquired politely.
Hermione cleared her throat slightly before replying.
"Fine thanks" she replied awkwardly.
"Did you follow my instructions?" He asked her.
She nodded.
Severus noticed that something was slightly off.
"Anything to add Miss Granger?" He asked.
She shook her head and chewed on her lip, a telltale sign of nervousness.
"Did you disobey my instructions?" He asked her.
"No!" She exclaimed.
Severus looked confused for a moment.
"Tell me" he demanded calmly.
Hermione sighed and began her tale.
"I normally go to the library first thing in the morning, so my normal waking routine of an average day is waking up and getting up about five thirty, spending some time in the library and then going to breakfast and classes and so on and so forth" she said.
Severus raised his eyebrow, he was still confused.
"And? So, what?" He asked her.
"I woke up at half-past five like I normally would do on an average day" she said.
"And?" He asked, still not following.
"I really needed to pee when I woke up this morning, like I normally do" she said.
The pieces finally fell into place, Severus grinned.
"You woke up at half-past five needing desperately to piss and you then remembered my instructions" he chuckled lightly.
Hermione nodded.
"You had to wait until at least half seven before you could piss" Severus stated gleefully.
Hermione nodded miserably.
"And were you a good girl? Did you hold it all in for the whole two hours?" He asked her, his voice lowering significantly.
Hermione had a slight flashback to only a couple of hours prior...where she had been laying on her bed in the girl's dormitory, squirming quite significantly as she tried to massage her womanhood in a bid to hold back the desperate flood.
"Just about...I leaked a little bit towards the end though. It was just a few drops though, then I was finally able to use the toilet" she confirmed.
Severus chuckled lightly.
"I will view that memory at a later date Miss Granger" he said to her.
Her eyes widened at the thought.
'Oh gods! How embarrassing!' She thought to herself.
"Now, moving on, do you want to hear about what's going to happen today? I intend to test your limits just for my own knowledge" He said to her.
She nodded, she was a little nervous but a little excited at the same time.
"There are three rules for today: 1. No asking for permission to piss - I will know when you are in need and will choose when you are allowed relief. 2. No holding with your hands - I've noticed this is something you do and frankly it's quite childish, I want to see how strong your muscles are alone. 3. No accidents - if you piss yourself, without my permission, there will be punishment. You will also drink everything I give to you - but you already know this" Severus said to her.
She nodded in understanding, feeling even more nervous now but was, like always, prepared to take on a challenge.
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After Severus had given Hermione her 'detention tasks' for the day, he sat at his desk to begin the long brewing process for the werewolf. It was Lupin's time of the month again and the howling beast was going to come out and play soon.
Severus prepared the first stages of the complex wolfsbane potion, whilst also keeping an eye on his new muse, who was currently alphabetising his whole potions stores.
That would take her a good few hours, and Severus made sure that she kept herself hydrated, all that alphabetising was certainly thirsty work.
To her credit, Hermione was following Severus' every rule. She accepted the various drinks that were offered to her every half hour or so and continued with her task.
Severus knew that she would already be able to feel her bladder slowly filling, and he was thrilled at the idea.
Hermione was too.
Only three hours in and she could feel her bladder filling up and she was enjoying it, she liked the anticipation of not being in control of her own body. She literally had no clue what was going to happen. All she had been instructed was to hold until Severus said otherwise.
She was also a bit worried, she knew Severus could easily deny her permission to go, even if he was aware that she had reached the point of no return.
"Another glass of water for you Miss Granger" she heard him say from the other room. She sighed as she made her way down the store room ladder to go and drink another damned glass of liquid.
As she drunk the offered glass, she quickly realised that this was the glass that would be 'one too many'.
Severus tried to hide his grin as he realised the same thing she had, now the games would begin.
Hermione walked back into the potions store room, feeling her bladder start to balloon. She reckoned that her only saving grace today would be for the fact that she wore elasticated waist leggings.
She got back to work and a couple of minutes later she was joined by her potions Professor.
"Yes professor?" She asked expectantly.
"Nothing Miss Granger, I am here merely because I need to evaluate some of the ingredients before I consider allowing them to be used by students. I'm going to plan the whole of my next weeks classes. It's a lot easier when the ingredients are in alphabetical order you see" he said.
'Thestral shit' Hermione thought to herself as she resisted the urge to squirm. She was going to hold for as long as physically possible.
Severus watched her from the corner of his eye and was slightly impressed by her restraint. He could see that her stomach looked a little bloated but he knew that the bulge protruding from her midsection meant something else entirely. Her back teeth must have been floating by now, his cock twitched in anticipation. Severus tried to focus on his work. She wasn't giving away anything but Severus knew it wouldn't be long now before the cracks began to show.
He was right, he waited a long 45 minutes but finally, she fidgeted. A few minutes after the initial fidget, there was a quiet whimper.
Severus waited until she had settled back down as the urge to piss passed for the moment.
"Come and have a seat Miss Granger, you have been at this for hours and you need a break" Severus stated as he waltzed out of the store room.
Once inside the classroom, Severus sat at his desk and gestured to the seat next to him for her to sit down in. She sat and Severus pulled out a stack of papers to mark.
"What would you like me to do Professor?" She queried a little breathlessly.
"Just sit there quietly Miss Granger and relax for a while" he said.
Severus wanted her to just sit there, with nothing to do so that her mind would most likely focus on her need to piss.
"Alright" she responded as she did as she was told.
Severus nodded at her and pretended to return his attention back to his marking.
Only minutes later, he noticed his student casually cross one leg over the other. Severus also noticed the slight flush in her cheeks and the fact that she was lightly chewing on her lip.
Next, he noticed the changes to her breathing. She was breathing much more quickly and heavily, as though she had been light jogging.
After that, she finally moaned out loud.
Severus took the opportunity.
"You're having quite the problem there Miss Granger" he stated as Hermione looked at him desperately, sweat starting to form at her hairline.
"Please..." she begged.
"Please, what?" Severus asked her, curious about her response.
She opened her mouth, about to reply, when she remembered rule number 1. No asking permission to piss.
Hermione almost cried at the realisation that her professor had probably been aware of her need for quite some time now and was purposefully testing her. She could now feel all the liquids she had consumed forming in her bladder and she was definitely desperate. She shook her head at him.
Severus' eyebrow shot up, again impressed that she seemed to remember the rules in her state of desperation.
"Good girl Miss Granger, you are doing well" he reassured her gleefully.
She groaned as she started to rock her hips, grinding herself into her chair to relieve some of the pressure.
"Tut, tut Miss Granger...none of that" he said to her.
Hermione willed herself to stop but she could feel herself slowly losing it now that she had nothing to focus on but her desperation.
"Oh dear, it looks like you could use a distraction. Follow me" he said and gave no room for argument as he led her into his office.
She followed quickly, every step she took vibrated her bladder, she could feel her muscles getting tired.
"Take a seat Miss Granger, you can help me to mark some more of these essays" he told her.
She bit her lip in frustration and carefully sat down, trying to find an angle that would not strain her bladder.
Severus noticed and smirked at her.
She glared back. That was until she was alerted to a sudden pulse from her bladder as it told her that it wanted emptying.
She gasped and immediately placed a hand on her womanhood to combat the urge.
She was so distracted that she did not notice her Professor come and stand at her side, and immediately yank her hand away from herself.
"Will I have to tie your hands behind your back?" He asked angrily as she had just broken rule number 2.
She looked up in shock and the momentary lapse in concentration caused her to lose a small spurt in surprise.
She gasped and looked down, as a small but noticeable wet spot, the size of a penny, appeared on her light grey leggings.
Severus noticed and was not impressed.
"Have you just broken rules number 2 and 3 Miss Granger?" He asked her, his voice right with concealed anger.
"I - I...oh god" she muttered as she tried to shift her legs to make her feel in control once more.
Severus watched the display with disapproval. In order to stop her from wiggling her legs, he grabbed both of her knees, forced them apart and held them in place.
"Professor...I can't" her whole body was shaking, as she released another spurt, she was in absolute agony. Her bladder was in so much pain, she started to involuntarily tear up.
"You can and you will Miss Granger" he stated back.
"It hurts...it hurts so much!" She exclaimed, as a small, hesitant stream began to release without her consent
"I...I can't-" she whimpered.
Severus could see how much pain she was genuinely in and felt slightly guilty, he should have stopped this a while ago.
Still holding onto her knees, he watched as the material at her crotch started to get slowly darker, he could see that she was still trying to hold back the flood.
"Miss Granger, piss yourself, piss yourself like a child" he commanded.
His command came at the same time her body forced her to release.
She let go and a spectacular gush of urine vacated her body. Her leggings were soaked within seconds and she could hear her piss as it hit the carpeted floor below.
"Uh...uh" she moaned at the sheer relief she was getting.
Severus was still holding her knees apart as he felt the fabric immediately soak beneath his hands and as he watch her water cascade onto the floor below.
Hermione threw her head back as her entire body relaxed and collapsed fully back into the chair. She was also extremely aware of her professor's hands on her knees. The thought thrilled her.
"You're ruining my carpet Miss Granger" he stated, although he really didn't care.
"I don't care" she moaned incoherently.
Severus raised an eyebrow at her response as he watched her stream still going strong.
He was almost worried, he didn't realise that she had this much liquid stored inside her bladder. Being new to this, he knew she had probably hurt herself by pushing her too far.
He sighed, he had a potion for her at least, that would mean she wouldn't experience any pain and repair any damage she may have done to herself.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, her stream finally weakened and she was able to think clearly again.
She eventually gathered the strength to look down at the mess she made. Her leggings were completely saturated from crotch to ankle, she could feel piss inside her shoes and she was blown away by the massive puddle that was on the chair and dripping down to the even larger puddle below.
She breathed out as her stream finally came to a complete stop, the only thing that remained now was the sharp pains she was feeling in her stomach. She placed a hand on her stomach and winced.
"Are you alright?" Severus asked her.
She looked up, almost forgetting that he had been there the entire time and nodded at him.
He held out a potion to her and instructed her to drink it. She followed his orders and downed the potion without question. Within a couple of minutes, she could feel the pain in her stomach ebbing away into nothingness.
Now all she felt was the cold, she was sat in sopping wet clothes, in a puddle of her cooling piss, in the middle of the freezing cold dungeons. Her teeth started chattering.
Severus noticed the sudden change and cast a cleaning charm to clean up her mess, to make her a little more comfortable.
"You were foolish today" Severus stated.
Hermione looked up at him in question.
"Never push yourself that hard again, you can really damage yourself like that" he said, sounding almost concerned.
She gulped but nodded. She knew she had gone too far today.
"I know I am setting you challenges for this but if you can't meet the challenge then don't force yourself too. You will build up resistance the more you practice but if you push yourself too far, you will damage yourself and this will end just as quickly as it has begun. Understand?" He said rhetorically.
Again she nodded.
"You did well today though, although you did break my rules. You will have to be punished, but we will give you a few days to recover first. I don't want you breaking just yet" he told her.
"I'm sorry" she replied.
"Don't apologise to me, its your body" he said.
There was a moments silence when neither one knew what to do next.
"Perhaps we shall end today's session for now. Look out for my owl, we might do something different next time" he told her.
She smiled at him and said goodbye as she collected her things. As she walked back to the common room, she felt utterly relieved and exhausted. She loved it. |
Chapter Five - Forbidden Forest Trouble
A few days later, Severus and Hermione both agreed that she had a clean bill of health to carry on with their experiments.
Hermione had been shocked by how much Professor Snape had apologised for their previous session. She did not feel as though it was his fault, she was an overachiever who had been set a challenge. She had wanted to push herself beyond his expectations, just to prove that she was more capable than her Professor believed.
Only now, when she looked back on it, did she realise how foolish that had been. She should have said something sooner, she knew that her Professor was no monster and didn't want to hurt her.
Equally, Severus had felt guilty that he had pushed her to the point of pain. He therefore set up a traffic light system for her, which he made perfectly clear that she would have to follow it. The system was simple.
Green - Everything's fine
Amber - situation is getting bad but can still cope
Red - Stop
They agreed that Severus would ask Hermione for her opinion of the situation frequently during a sessions progression and Hermione promised that she would answer honestly and never force herself to go to far.
Once the system was established. The pair got back to the session at hand.
"So what shall we do this evening?" Severus mused rhetorically.
Hermione waited on tenterhooks as he pretended to deliberate over their evening 'detention'.
"You can start by drinking this" he said as he indicated to a large cup of dandelion tea.
Hermione, who enjoyed a dandelion tea once in a while, happily drank it all down. She knew that dandelion tea always went through her body quickly, which is why she didn't drink it very often.
"Good, now we need to go and get some potions ingredients" Severus said, as he put on his outdoor robes.
Hermione grabbed her cloak and put it on, it was late autumn in Scotland after all, and she knew that it would be freezing outside. As they ascended from the dungeons and headed out into the already dark, chilly night, Hermione couldn't help but shiver. The biting north wind was not making it any easier.
"What are we looking for?" Hermione finally asked once she had got used to the sudden cold temperature.
"A mushroom of sorts" Severus replied.
"Do you know where we need to go to get it?" She asked.
Severus nodded.
"Near to the Black Lake" he responded.
Hermione paused for a moment.
"But that's miles away!" She exclaimed, horrified at the thought of being out in the cold for such a long time.
"I know, but tonight is the perfect night to collect them" Severus replied.
Hermione, the natural swot that she was, was intrigued.
"Why tonight? Does it have something to do with the moon cycle?" She asked.
"No, it's to do with the temperature. While it is cold tonight, the air is clear, and there is no dampness to the air but as the mushrooms grow by the Black Lake, they are naturally moistened. This means that the potency of the ingredient is at its strongest" he explained as they travelled deeper into the forest.
Hermione nodded as she took in the information. That information was useful in regards to her studies. As her overachieving mind reeled, the pair got closer and closer to their destination.
It wasn't until the rushing water of the Black Lake sounded, that Hermione noticed a slight pressure in her abdomen. She cursed silently, they couldn't have been out of the castle for more than an hour. However, when Hermione considered the large dandelion tea and the freezing cold temperature, she wondered how long it would take for the feeling to worsen.
"Right, let's get to it then Miss Granger" Severus stated and shook Hermione out of her thoughts.
She stared blankly at him in confusion.
"We need to dig up the mushrooms Miss Granger, we cannot use magic or we risk damaging the mycelium and the volva. This task must be done as delicately as possible" Severus stated, as he transfigured two trowels and handed one to his student.
Hermione took the trowel and bent down so that she could start digging up the watery soil.
Severus began the task himself, and kept one eye on his student as he did so. He knew she would be subtly feeling the effects of that tea she drank earlier. He secretly grinned to himself.
Hermione quickly became immersed in her task, she would never forgive herself for ruining perfectly useful potions ingredients. However, the longer the pair worked, the colder it became.
About an hour into their work, Hermione was shivering from the cold. She looked at her work and was dismayed to see that she had only managed to dig up about four mushrooms in an hour. However, when she looked at her professor's pile, he didn't seem to have that much more collected than she did.
"You're cold" Severus stated suddenly.
Hermione turned to her Professor and nodded.
"Sorry" she said.
Severus dismissed her apologies and stood up. He pointed to a log nearby and told her to sit.
She sat and watched as her Professor produced a large flask from his cloak pocket.
"Drink" he ordered her.
She knew it wasn't a suggestion and hesitantly took the flask. Severus noticed her hesitation.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" He asked expectantly.
"How much longer do you think we will be out here Professor?" She asked.
Severus grinned.
"Longer than you would like Miss Granger, now drink" he replied.
She drank every last drop of dandelion tea. Severus took another flask from his pocket and drank his dandelion tea.
"Now back to work" he said.
Hermione winced as she stood, she was screwed.
A while later, Severus noticed the change in his students breathing. He watched her for a moment and noticed just how tense her body had become. He decided that they had enough mushroom ingredients and collected them up. He was also entertained by the thought of his student walking back to the school with a full bladder.
"Ready to go back Miss Granger?" He asked.
Hermione nodded eagerly and headed back towards the forest in the direction of the school. Severus chuckled as he followed her.
Hermione knew that she was in trouble as soon as she started walking. As the pair clambered through the forest and Hermione had to climb over various sized logs and tree stumps, the exercise was proving stressful on her bladder. The climbing over logs was forcing her to keep her legs apart when all she wanted to do was keep them jammed together.
She needed to take her mind off things and quick. She was about to say something, when she glanced at her Professor. She noticed that he was a little tense.
"Why are you so tense?" She blurted immediately. The forest had always unnerved her, and it was even more unnerving to see her Professor so tense.
Severus grunted in response. Hermione huffed.
"Well?" She asked firmly, she wanted an answer.
"I should imagine that I am experiencing the same discomfort as you" he stated, seemingly uncomfortable at his own admission.
In reality, Severus' heart was hammering in his chest. He had also been feeling the need to urinate for quite a few hours now, as he had not used the facilities since he woke that morning. The amount of coffees, waters and dandelion teas had caught up to his own bladder. His iron bladder twitched and he resisted the urge to move his hand in for a quick, tight squeeze to ease the sensation.
Hermione also marvelled at her professors statement. She was excited to see her potions Professor desperate. She knew he had to be if he had just openly admitted it to her. She wanted to test his endurance further however, she couldn't fight her own urges anymore.
That second dandelion tea had gone straight to her filling bladder and she could feel the pulsing in her lower abdomen getting stronger with every step.
At one point, she had to stop as she crossed her legs and doubled over in an effort to stop a dribble of pee escaping into her knickers.
"Oh!" She exclaimed as she did so.
"What?" Severus asked, his concentration slipping for a second.
"I-, I've just leaked a little" she said, looking at him with worried eyes.
Severus' reminder of his student's plight only reminded him how much he wished he could just whip himself out and piss like a racehorse against a tree. Had his student not been in close proximity, that is exactly what he would have done by now. He felt his urine slowly starting to travel to the tip of his piss slit. He looked back at his student as he quickly squeezed himself.
His student wasn't fairing much better, she was shaking and using her hands to hold herself. She was squirming, and putting on quite the show.
At the sight of how much of a struggle his student was in, he hardened in his trousers, making it impossible to pee even if his life depended on it. It actually hurt. However, he knew this reprieve wouldn't last long, he was far too desperate.
"Miss Granger, your colour please?" He asked her in a somewhat strained voice.
"Amber" she quickly muttered back. Trying to focus on not allowing the contents of her bladder out.
"Come here" he ordered her.
She took a deep breath and shuffled over to him.
Severus indicated to a log that was next to them.
"I want you to sit on this log, legs either side of it and do not think about holding yourself like a child" he commanded.
She nodded and quickly straddled the log, her desperation increased immediately. She began to squirm on the log trying to create some friction between her legs to help her hold on.
Severus watched, aroused by her actions. She was humping a log!
"Move your cloak out of the way Miss Granger, I'm going to allow you a partial release" he told her.
She looked eager to release, if only a little bit of her flood. She moved her cloak out of the way.
"You will have twenty seconds only and I will watch as you piss yourself through your jeans. Do you understand?" He asked.
Hermione closed her eyes and whimpered as she nodded in anticipation of release. Drops were already leaking into her knickers and she prayed they hadn't made a spot on her jeans yet.
"Ready? Twenty seconds starts....now!" Severus stated as he watched intently.
She immediately began gushing into her jeans, immediately soaking the crotch and her legs. She could hear the splatter of her liquid as it ran down the sides of the log and hit the forest floor below. She moaned in sheer bliss.
As soon as he heard the liquid splattering in the ground next to his feet, his control slipped. He was shocked as he let out a rather large, 3 second leak, into his underwear, completely uncontrolled. He held himself tightly to stop the leak and focused back on the task at hand.
"Ten seconds left Granger" Severus said to her.
'No!' She thought in horror. How could she possibly stop peeing when it felt this good?!
"Five...Four...you'd better stop Granger...Two...One...Stop!" Severus stated calmly.
Hermione clenched her muscles tightly and managed to stop peeing in time, although her bladder protested at her decision.
"Now get down! We will continue back to the castle" Severus said in a strained voice as he heard her get down from the log and observe the mess she had made.
She turned to follow her Professor and shifted uncomfortably in her rapidly cooling and wet jeans.
The partial release had helped and Hermione felt confident that she would make it the rest of the way to the school. However, her uncomfortably damp clothes made her feel slightly embarrassed. At least she would have the cloak to cover up her mini accident.
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As the pair continued back to the school, Hermione couldn't help but notice that her potions Professor looked a little bit tense. She wondered if he was still hard from her partial release back in the woods, but she wasn't sure.
She frowned at him. He noticed.
"What?" He snapped lightly. She had clearly broken his concentration from whatever thoughts he was having.
"You seem a little uncomfortable" Hermione stated, she was curious about his response.
"Just tired" he dismissed. Hermione just thought he seemed vague.
Hermione was about to question him further, when she noticed a shadowy outline in the distance. She immediately recognised who it was.
"Alright 'Ermione!" Hagrid exclaimed, his booming voice shattering the quiet and still forest.
To Hermione's surprise, her potions Professor jumped at the sudden sound and promptly lost his footing in some tree roots and fell, with a very inelegant and undignified thud.
Hermione immediately recast her fading lumos charm as she turned to assist her fallen Professor. She noticed that he had his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, through his slacks.
She had forgotten his desperation but now she understood why he was uncomfortable. She also noticed the galleon sized wet patch that had just appeared on the front of his trousers, and he was clearly struggling to get things back under control.
'Merlin! Severus Snape is losing control' she thought to herself.
Completely oblivious to the potions professors plight, Hagrid asked what Hermione was doing and she explained about how she had a detention with the potions Professor.
Hagrid glanced at the potions Professor, who was now steadily standing, and politely bid the pair goodnight. Hagrid knew not to cross the potions Professor on a detention night.
"In control now?" She asked Severus once Hagrid was out of earshot.
"No" Severus stated in complete desperation.
Hermione noticed a slight bead of sweat on her potion professor's forehead.
"I'm going to have to release, please excuse me a moment Miss Granger" he said as he turned towards a tree trunk.
"Oh I don't think so" Hermione stated calmly.
Severus looked at her incredulously.
"What!" He exclaimed.
"You're going to hold it until we are back in your classroom" she said.
Severus looked at her in pure shock and desperation, with his hands on his cock, so close to relief. He was shaking. But he wanted to play the game.
"I won't make it" he warned her.
"You will, or I get to call the shots for awhile" Hermione said as she turned in the direction of the castle.
Severus slowly walked after her, his hands never leaving his crotch the entire way. |
Chapter Six: Leaky Lake
Severus Snape dribbled with each step that he took, he could have pissed already if he had wanted to but, he liked the game too much.
His hand was still firmly wrapped around his cock, through his slacks, but it was slowly becoming a failing option.
As the still desperate Hermione, and the already pissing professor, got closer to the dungeons, the harder it was to hold on. The temperature was dropping quickly.
Severus needed a distraction, and fast, so he thought back to how he had managed to become this desperate in this particular corridors.
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He had only pissed once that day, and that had been first thing in the morning after he woke. The day that followed was exhausting and would prove to be a challenge for his bladder.
He had gone to breakfast, and had consumed his usual two morning coffees, before heading for his first class.
The first three classes of the day had past without incident. However the fourth class, the one before lunch time, a student had accidentally added the dragon scales a little too early, creating a loud explosion, a filthy classroom and several burn wounds.
Severus then spent his lunch break dealing with all this and spent the last class of the day in the hospital wing treating the students’ burn wounds.
It was around this time that Severus had felt the first small twinge in his iron bladder. He knew he should have taken the opportunity to use the loo but instead, headed for the staff meeting with Dumbledore.
Having consumed a further three cups of tea, out of sheer boredom, during the staff meeting, Severus’ right knee was slightly jiggling by the end of the meeting.
“Now off to the Great Hall for dinner” Dumbledore had announced. All staff were expected to be present at dinner.
Throughout dinner, the jiggling got worse and Severus felt a slight sweat start to form. He would make it back to his rooms, he just had to hold out a little longer.
However, he had forgotten about Hermione going to him that evening and so he decided to hold on to use the facilities. It could make the evening entertaining...
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As Severus and Hermione finally made it back to his office, Severus was seriously starting to regret his earlier decisions. He stumbled over the password, before finally getting it right and gaining entry to his rooms.
For the first time in a while, Severus looked over at his student, to see how she was fairing. She wasn’t.
She had her hand down her unbuttoned trousers, and was holding herself quite intensely. Severus’ cock wanted to harden at the sight...but he was far too desperate for that to happen. The attempt his member made at hardening, was actually more painful at anything else.
He noticed his student let out a steady breath. Then she spoke.
“Remove your hand” she stated clearly.
Was she insane?
Severus knew that his muscles were too tired to hold alone. His grip had been the only thing stopping him from a full blown wetting.
“I can’t” he stuttered.
“You can, and you will” she replied.
Severus took a steady breath himself, and he slowly let go of himself. He could feel the droplets forming at the head of his dick already.
“Take off your cloak, and unbutton your trousers” she commanded next.
Severus, very carefully, did as she asked. He took particulate care as he unbuttoned his trousers. He didn’t want to accidentally put pressure on his overwhelmed bladder.
“Take your trousers off” she said.
Severus tried to push his trousers over his hips, without bending at the waist. He managed to get his trousers to glide down his legs and bunch at his ankles. He lifted one leg, but almost lost balance as he tried to get his foot out of the leg hole.
The momentary stumble caused him to lose concentration for a second.
He started leaking.
He tensed to stop the flow.
He succeeded.
Then he leaked again.
Severus immediately moved his hand back to his leaking cock to stem the flow.
“Uh oh” Hermione said disappointedly as she watched him slowly start to lose control.
She tried not to think about it, watching him lose control made her want to lose control. She squeezed herself for assurance that she would watch him lose control first.
“I can’t help it” he snapped back, still dribbling little drops from his tip.
He was at his limit.
Hermione could see this as she watched his underwear slowly get more damp. The wet patch slowly spreading.
“Have I said you could piss?” She asked.
Severus said nothing, he was concentrating far too much.
He then did something he had never thought of doing in front of a student before. He stroked his dick, trying to get it to harden. It wouldn’t.
Hermione could see his plight and acted quickly. She grabbed seven small, empty, potions sample bottles that the students used in class.
“You have permission to fill these...but that’s it” she said.
She handed him the first one.
He had little choice, he took his leaking cock from his soaking underwear and let go in the small potions bottle. It filled far too quickly.
“Next” he said through gritted teeth.
She passed him the second bottle and watched as Severus took the second bottle and continued pissing as he transferred between the first and second.
“Next” he said frantically. He knew the bottles were filling far too quickly and the pressure in his bladder had hardly lessened.
He put the two full bottles down and grabbed the third. He pissed in that one, filling it too quickly again.
“I won’t be able to stop” he warned her as he grabbed the fourth.
“You will” she replied.
Severus just groaned at his release as he grabbed the fifth bottle she offered him.
He was shaking at the intensity of it all as he grabbed for the sixth bottle.
Knowing that he only had one bottle left, he braced himself to stop. As he quickly filled the seventh, and final, bottle, he then pinched the tip of his still pissing cock.
Piss spilled onto the floor as he tried to stop, but he was failing dramatically.
“Fuck! I can’t stop!” He exclaimed.
He was creating a puddle on the floor.
Hermione went over to him, and pressed his stomach.
“DON’T!” He shouted at her as he pissed forcefully on the floor.
“So full...” hermione whispered.
“Fuck!” Severus exclaimed as he lost all control and pissed a mini lake all over his precious floor.
His cheeks flushed red at the sheer relief.
He pissed himself dry right there, for a good couple of minutes.
Once empty, he looked down in horror as he took in the extent of the damage.
He then turned to look at his equally shocked student, still with her hands down her jeans, and her legs crossed desperately.
“Miss Granger, remove your hands” he requested. |
Chapter Eight: Potions Class
“I’m exhausted” Hermione murmured sleepily against Severus’ chest.
Both were lying in a pool of cooling piss and the temperature in the dungeons had dropped significantly since their heated experience.
Severus made a sound of agreement and spelled away their mess with just a wave of his hand.
“Intense sensations can often do that to you” Severus replied, feeling equally tired.
He forced himself to stand up, and offered his young student a hand, and pulled her to her feet.
“That was -“ Hermione began, not quite sure how to describe just how amazing and euphoric the experience had been.
Severus nodded in agreement, he knew exactly what she was trying to convey.
“And how do you feel Miss Granger? Any pain?” He asked, hoping that she was alright.
He knew she would’ve told him if she wasn’t.
Hermione nodded.
“A little achy, and I need to pee again” she admitted.
“Please, the facilities are just through there” Severus gestured towards a closed door across the room.
She looked shocked that she had been given permission to pee.
Severus tolled his eyes.
“I told you, I don’t intend to break you Granger. Your bladder has had quite the workout tonight, and we shall give your bladder a break” Severus informed her.
She nodded in thanks, and moved rouse the bathroom. She felt cared for by her professor, and gave him a small smile. She was glad that her bladder was going to be given some time out from their game.
Truth be told, Severus was feeling the same way. He hadn’t done a hold like that in quite some time. He really needed to practice again now that he was being called to Death Eater meetings more frequently. He was in deep though, when Hermione emerged from the bathroom.
“Let’s get you back to your dormitory” he stated, wondering if he should use the facilities before he set off on his trek to the other side of the castle with his student.
“Sure” she said, as she moved towards the door.
Severus made the decision to escort his student back to her rooms first.
It had been a decision he was nearly made to regret.
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The following morning, Severus woke early. After having only four hours of sleep, due to his persistent overworked bladder wanting to release every 45 minutes, he tossed and turned unable to sleep anymore. He got up.
He sleepily made it through his usual morning routine. When he took his usual morning piss, he was instantly reminded of the evening before.
He recalled his monumental release with his student, on the cold dungeon floor. He recalled as he walked her back to her dormitory, and then had to quickly walk back to his own rooms due to his own exhausted bladder suddenly refilling once again. That had been a close call, if any wayward student had been roaming the halls and seen him....
He winced, he didn’t even want to think about the ridicule that would’ve caused. He shook out of his own thoughts, as he shook the last drops off his own cock, and zipped up his trousers.
He noticed that there were still three hours before breakfast would be served in the Great Hall. He looked at his tired reflection in his bathroom mirror, and sighed. He would make some potions for the hospital wing to pass the time.
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On the other side of the castle, Hermione woke, jostled out of sleep as her roommates started bustling around, getting ready for the school day ahead.
Hermione groaned as she forced herself out of bed. She stretched, feeling a satisfying kind of tired, as she got ready for the day.
The ache in her lower abdomen had now gone, but she would take her professors advice and take it easy today. She would use the bathroom whenever she felt the need to.
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, and made her way to breakfast. She knew she had potions just before lunch, and she was slightly thrilled at the idea of seeing her potions professor again.
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Severus walked hastily towards the Great Hall, the potions brewing had taken longer than expected, and he was now late for breakfast. Severus knew that if he didn’t make an appearance at any meal, he would get a bollocking from the headmaster.
All that aside, Severus had wanted to go to breakfast. He could really do with the coffee to prepare himself for a day full of dunderheads.
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Hermione entered potions class for her double lesson before lunch. She had been slightly concerned about her potions professor when she saw him at breakfast that morning. She had noticed that he looked overtired, the three coffees had attested for that!
However, as the potions professor began his usual teaching, and wrote the ingredients for their potions lesson today, Hermione noticed something was...off.
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Severus gulped as his fifth year students had entered the room, he knew he was in trouble.
After taking his morning piss earlier than usual that morning, and having had three coffees at breakfast, Severus’ achy out-of-practice bladder from the night before, had started to protest.
On a normal day, Severus would piss once in the morning and then once in the evening before bed. He might normally feel a slight pressure in his bladder towards the evening, but it was bearable and Severus was always able to wait.
However, after the night before, his bladder had been significantly weakened, and those three coffees from breakfast were starting to pay merry hell on his bladder.
Severus knew he was just going to have to suck it up, the students were brewing a complex potion today, and there would be chance for him to take a piss break.
Taking a deep breath, Severus tried to convince himself that the slight sweat that had formed on his forehead, was because of thirty cauldrons all bubbling away on the high heat.
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Hermione watched her professor with great interest, he looked uncomfortable. She worried her lip slightly, was he feeling ok?
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Thirty minutes into the two hour class, and Severus was starting to panic.
His piss filled dick was throbbing, Severus could feel it twitching in his underwear, begging to be gripped tightly into submission. Severus’ bladder was signalling that it was already full, he severely needed to piss.
“Ummm, professor...?” A voice, startled him out of his thoughts.
He looked out into the sea of students, and noticed his little overachiever sat patiently with her hand in the air. She had clearly been trying to get his attention for a while.
“What, Miss Granger?” He hissed at her, as he gave a quick sneaky pinch to the tip of his aching cock.
“Can you come and check my potion, I think it’s ready for the next stage? She replied.
“If it’s not Granger, it will cost you a high number of house points” he stated at her.
He slowly stood up, careful not to jostle his bladder, and made his way over to her. He inspected her cauldron, and told her everything was fine.
“Are you ok?” She heard her whisper quietly.
He looked at her, and she took in his posture.
Severus knew the moment she had worked it all out, her eyes went wonderfully wide, and her jaw dropped slightly in shock. For a man who had such composure and control, to give any indication towards his current plight, this meant that he was bordering on losing control.
She looked over at the clock and noticed that there was still 90 minutes left of the lesson. She took in his posture once more, and grimaced at the unfortunate situation her professor was currently in.
“Will you be ok?” She whispered again.
Severus just sent her a scathing look, she took that to mean ‘no’.
Severus had found that standing, and moving around, had actually helped his situation a little. So he wandered around the classroom, inspecting all the potions. Until the sound of liquid bubbling got to him.
He retreated to his desk, and sat down a bit ungracefully, his hand immediately flying to the top of his dick. He could feel a drop forming, dear god! Was he that close to leaking?
Severus panicked.
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Hermione noticed, and knew he was gonna wet his robes at any second. She also noticed that he looked slightly pained, this had to be his worst nightmare. He was close to pissing himself in front of a group of students who weren’t known for being the most forgiving. If he let go, and the class noticed, he would never live it down.
Hermione watched his face for a moment, as a peculiar expression appeared on his features. Dear god! Had her potions professor just leaked in class?
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Severus was gripping his cock tightly, his bladder had just contracted and forced an enormous leak to jet out from the tip of his penis, and instantly soak his underpants. He swore under his breath, and unfastened his trouser buttons so he could get a more direct grip on himself.
Severus tried to breathe evenly, so not to draw attention to himself. As he breathed in, so another leak escaped from his death grip.
He was struggling to stop the powerful leaks, in a few minutes he knew that the leaks would be a full on stream.
He was lost to his personal battle, until he heard a voice trying to get his attention.
“Professor, I need to collect the ingredients for phase three of the potion” Hermione said.
Severus looked at her, and answered her as he leaked, with his underwear soaked, into his trousers.
“Then collect the ingredients from the cupboard then” he snapped at her.
“But the ingredients are on the top shelf sir, I will need your assistance to reach them” she said.
Severus realised that she was giving him a way out, if he could just make it to the cupboard.
“Alright Miss Granger, go ahead, I shall be one moment” Severus said, he knew he needed to prepare himself to stand.
Hermione went ahead into the large supply cupboard, and waited for her professor. She quickly started looking around for something that the desperate professor could relieve himself in.
She eyed a medium sized cauldron, it would have to do.
Severus had managed to stand, with his trousers still unbuttoned, and was thankful for his robes.
He began to walk towards the store cupboard, as he started to piss a full stream into his trousers. His crotch, and thighs, instantly soaked. The full piss was now making its way down the legs of his trousers.
He managed to make it to the cupboard, and shut himself inside.
As soon as he was in. Hermione cast a privacy, and silencing charm on the room. No students would be able to hear.
Hermione could hear a loud hissing sound.
“Are you pissing yourself?” Hermione asked in shock.
“I’m pissing, I can’t stop! Dear gods I can’t stop it!” He said, as he relaxed against the door due to his legs giving out to the forceful stream.
Hermione vanished the professors robes, and she could see just how wet his unbuttoned trousers were. It didn’t look like he was going to be stopping any time soon either.
Whilst her professor was lost to the battle between his legs, Hermione grabbed the medium cauldron.
She put her other hand down the professors wet trousers, and fished for his leaking cock.
She found it, and pulled the overworked organ from its confines, and angled it down towards the cauldron.
“Fuck!” The professor hissed, as he noticed his overachiever saving his trousers from soaking anymore.
Hermione held the professors cock, and felt the stream move as it forced its way to the tip and out into the cauldron.
Hermione stood in this position, for about a minute and a half, until the stream weakened and his cock just dribbled.
“You really had to go!” Hermione murmured amazed, his cock still in her hand.
“Gods yes!” Severus groaned, as the pressure in his bladder eased significantly.
He took a few moments to catch his breath, and then looked down at his little overachiever.
His tired cock hardened instantly at the sight. There she was, her hand holding his dribbling cock downward towards a cauldron full of his piss.
Hermione noticed the organ in her hand stiffening and changing length. She looked up at her professor and smiled mischievously.
“Now that is a problem that you can control yourself” she smiled, as she cancelled the charms and left the storeroom with the necessary potions ingredients.
“Tease” Severus muttered under his breath, as he tucked his hardened member back into its restricted confines.
He spelled his soaked clothes dry, and vanished the piss. After donning his robes once more, he stepped out of the storeroom and headed for his desk to sit. He could feel the fabric of his underwear rubbing seductively against his hardened member. He had already nearly pissed himself in front of his students, he would have to control his throbbing erection as punishment. |
A/N: I know I haven’t updated in ages, but I hope this is a welcome surprise and has been worth the wait! I hope everyone is well and looking after themselves. Remember: wash your hands, social distance, and wear face masks. Let’s all look after each other!!! 😊
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Chapter Nine: A Game Changer
A few days after the incident in his potions class, Severus had been trying to come up with another piss game that he could play with his favourite overachiever. He knew that her trial period would soon be at an end, and he wanted to end the trial with something good.
Of course, the opportunities were endless, it was a matter of making the best decision.
However, after much debate, he smirked as the perfect idea hit him.
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Hermione had been on tenterhooks for the last few days. She knew that her trial period was coming to an end, and she fully expected her potions master to ‘go out with a bang’. She hated to admit that the unknown made her more than a little nervous.
She thought about what would happen after she had finished her trial period, but she knew that she fully intended to continue the games with Severus. The only problem for her was that it meant surrendering all control of her body and trusting the mysterious man completely. She knew that he would never hurt her, which made her more comfortable with the idea of continuing the games.
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As Hermione’s latest marked essay was placed on her potions desk, she noticed a comment at the bottom.
‘Stay behind after class’ the familiar scrawl said.
Hermione subtlety bit her lip at the implications of those four words.
After the class had ended, and students had been dismissed, Hermione stayed seated.
Her friends gave her a curious glance about why she wasn’t packing up her belongings, and she explained that their potions professor wanted to speak with her about her essay.
After a couple of minutes of convincing her best friends that she could manage on her own, they reluctantly left her to the mercy of the potions professor.
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Severus remained seated at his desk as he watched his little overachiever’s friends vacate the classroom.
He then cast a locking and silencing charm around the classroom so that the conversation between the two of them could not be overheard.
“Miss Granger, do you have any idea why I have asked you to stay behind?” Severus asked her.
Hermione nodded.
“The trial period is almost over...” Hermione replied.
“Indeed” he said.
The pair sat in a somewhat comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before the potions master spoke again.
“And, how do you feel about the last couple of weeks?” He asked her.
“I’ve enjoyed what we’ve been doing” she replied openly and honestly.
“Then why did you hesitate when you said that?” He asked her.
“I honestly would love to continue what we have been doing, I have really enjoyed the last couple of weeks and I want this to go deeper. However, being the overachieving, bossy, controlling, know-it-all that I am, I know that I will find it difficult at first to completely relinquish all control of my body to you - even though I do trust you completely” she said.
Severus paused a moment to contemplate her words.
“Well, I’m glad you wish to continue this. I will also be happy to continue this. As for your concerns about control, I have spent the last couple of weeks watching you when we play these games. I know when is too far, and I know when you can be pushed a little harder. I know your signs, subtle at first but becomes more obvious. I recognise your facial expressions and body language at every stage of desperation. I know when you leak, when you wet, when you are on the verge of letting go. You forget, I am a spy, it is my business to recognise these sorts of things. You have been good at playing these games, especially for someone who is new, and I think you underestimate your abilities sometimes. You do give over control, and I understand that in the beginning it will be difficult and you might sometimes forget yourself, but that’s half the fun. You will learn. We have code words in place, we have trust, and safety measures laid out. Are you definitely sure that you consent to the next level of this?” He asked her.
She nodded without hesitation.
“Absolutely” she said.
Severus nodded.
“Right then, I will draw up the bones of a contract between the two of us, and we will discuss all points before we both sign it” he said to her.
“Ok, I look forward to it sir” she smiled.
“Is there anything in particular you particularly enjoy or hate about this?” He asked her.
“I enjoy the uh...the umm pleasure, that sometimes happens” she said awkwardly.
Severus nodded, it wasn’t what he was expecting, but he was thrilled by it nonetheless.
Severus stood and approached her, and handed her a bracelet with a lucky charm attached to it.
She stared at him in confusion.
“You have been working on the ‘protean charm’ recently, yes?” He asked.
She nodded.
“This bracelet works in the same way. I have an identical bracelet and so we can communicate. If I send you a message, the bracelet will heat up slightly around your wrist and the message will appear on the charm. You can do the same if you need to contact me” he informed her.
“Wow, thank you” she said to him, as she put the bracelet on.
“Indeed. Now that’s all sorted, it’s a Hogsmeade visit this weekend is it not?” He asked her.
“Yes sir” she replied.
“Come to my office in the morning before you leave for the village” he commanded her.
Hermione gulped.
“Yes sir” she agreed.
He smirked at her, and dismissed her.
It would definitely be a Hogsmeade visit she would not forget.
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Hermione woke the following morning, her wrist slightly burning. She shot up in bed as she realised what that meant.
“Come to my office before you leave for Hogsmeade. DO NOT piss until you have spoken to me” the message read.
Hermione bit her lip, she could already feel the pressure in her bladder like she did every morning when she woke.
She decided to quickly get ready, the sooner she got down to the dungeons the better.
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On her way down to the dungeons, she ran into Professor McGonagall who was walking with the potions professor.
“Where do you think you are rushing off to girl?” McGonagall asked her favourite pupil.
“Well, I...” she began, looking at the potions professor who smirked at her.
McGonagall shook her head.
“You’re not going anywhere before you’ve had a decent breakfast in you. You know the rules, all students must attend all meals unless excused by the nurse or a teacher. To the great hall Miss Granger, now” McGonagall said, doing a very good impression of a fussing Molly Weasley.
Hermione nodded, and turned in the direction of the great hall, knowing her professors were following her to breakfast.
Her bracelet warmed her wrist again.
“Well done, hold it young lady” the message read.
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Hermione attacked her breakfast with a ferocity that Ron would have been prod of. She wanted to finish her meal quickly, she was really needing to talk to Severus as quickly as possible.
She finished her breakfast, downed her pumpkin juice, and made to leave the table. To her dismay, the potions professor was still sat at the teachers table, and it didn’t look like he had taken more than one mouthful of his breakfast.
She halted in her tracks, as she looked at him, he smirked back knowingly.
She sat back down at the table, and felt her wrist warm up again.
“Looks like you’ll have to wait until I’m finished Granger” the messages said.
She wanted to groan.
She wasn’t ‘on-the-brink’ desperate to piss, but the constant need was there. Having nothing else to think about but her pressing need, she squirmed as she waited.
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Severus was delighted at the display. This wasn’t exactly what he had planned for that morning but the opportunity presented itself and he took it with both hands.
He watched, fully erect, as his favourite overachiever squirmed absentmindedly in her seat. He slowly ate his breakfast, he was going to enjoy this.
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Finally, after 30 minutes, Severus had finished his meal. He got up and headed for the dungeons, knowing that she would follow immediately.
As Hermione made her way through the corridors down to the dungeons, she wanted to cross her legs but knew it would slow her down. She was trying to keep up with Severus, the sooner she got there the better.
Unbeknownst to Hermione, Severus had quickly ducked into a hidden alcove as he exited the great hall. He followed her as she made her way down to the dungeons, he wanted to watch her.
Knowing that she hadn’t had her morning piss yet, he knew she would be feeling it by now. She was probably reaching nearly 12 hours with no release, and he wanted to watch how she moved through the castle with a full bladder.
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As Hermione made it to the dungeon, she was feeling desperate. Not so much that she was on the verge of wetting, but the breakfast pumpkin juice was not helping her plight.
She knocked on the door and waited.
“It’s open” a familiar voice announced from behind her.
She whirled around startled, and saw her potions professor grinning at her.
“Today would be nice Miss Granger” he said.
She went in, the potions master following behind.
Once inside, Hermione stared at him, waiting for her next instruction.
“Sit down on that chair” he said as he pointed to the chair next to his at his desk.
Hermione sat on the odd looking chair. The arms were quite a width apart for one another, as were the legs. The seat of the chair was curious, Hermione could sense magic there but could visibly see nothing out of the ordinary.
The potions master drew her attention back to him.
“I am going to explain the rules for you today, Miss Granger” Severus said.
Hermione bit her lip, casually crossed her legs, and squirmed.
Severus smirked as he watched her desperate need increase.
“You are going to go to Hogsmeade, join your friends in whatever frivolity you wish. Go shopping, dine at the pub, and relax. You will stay with your friends the entire time, and only leave to come back to the castle when they do. However, you are not to piss until I say you can. I will be around the village for the day, but you will need to come and ask me permission to piss should the need arise. I will tell you the next instructions from there. Remember, no pissing without my permission, and no leaving your friend’s side. If you manage to make it back to Hogwarts, then you are to immediately return here” he told her.
Severus had left out the part where he planned to join her in holding his piss during their venture to Hogsmeade. He needed to practice holding again anyway.
She nodded as continued nibbling at her lip, she knew she was in for a long day. Her bladder was already currently screaming at her and she knew she would have to release before she even left the castle.
“Professor, may I release now? Before I leave? I have followed your instructions this morning” she pleaded him, as she pressed her hand into her womanhood.
“You have done extraordinarily well this morning, since I presume you haven’t pissed since last night?” He asked.
She took a shaky breath, and nodded.
“Then let me explain the chair you’re currently sat on. That chair, is a design of my own. It has a hole in the centre of the seat for a reason. I can magically open and close that hole whenever I wish. Attached underneath the hole, I put a receptacle of my choosing: a cauldron, a bowl, a bucket. It is intended so that you can be tied to the chair for extended periods of time. Should you need to piss, then you can. But, if the hole is closed then you know that it’s an indication to stop pissing. If the hole is open but there is no receptacle underneath, you will know to stop pissing. If the hole is open and a receptacle is attached, you know you have permission to piss. I intend to use this chair more often in our future encounters” he explained.
Hermione was impressed, it was so simple, but had so much control.
“I look forward to it sir” she said, trying to end the conversation quickly before her bladder exploded.
Severus could tell she was about ready to piss herself in the chair and a thought suddenly occurred to him.
“But why wait? You’re already here” he smirked.
Hermione gasped as her hands were magically removed from her crotch and tied to the arms of the chair. She leaked instantly but felt the wetness spread through to her bum. She knew the hole in the chair was now closed.
The professor magically removed her shoes, socks, jeans and her now damp knickers. She looked lovely to him - as the flushed, squirming mess that she was in that moment.
Severus’ throat went dry at the sight of her.
Without the use of her hands, and the now cold dungeon air teasing her urethra, Hermione was struggling to hold on.
Next, Severus magically tied Hermione’s feet to the chair legs. Purposefully so that her legs could not close.
The pressure in Hermione’s bladder increased tenfold with no hands to help and the inability to close her legs.
Severus licked his lips as he noticed a couple of golden drops appear from the girl’s piss hole. He still had not allowed the chair hole to open.
The bursting girl groaned as she realised she still didn’t have permission to piss.
“Professor please...” she whimpered as she felt the last threads of her control fraying.
Then suddenly, Hermione felt the chair hole open and almost cried in relief. She instantly let go, piss starting to gush from her. She then felt her feet getting wet, and realised that there was no receptacle attached underneath.
“Stop Miss Granger” he said to her.
Hermione cried out in desperation as she was forced of cut off what was going to be a satisfying stream.
She had stopped the stream but little drops were still forcing their way out of her, and she couldn’t stop them.
She closed her eyes, as her head fell back. She clenched her muscles for everything they were worth.
The next thing she felt, shocked a leak out of her. Her eyes popped open, and she strained her neck to see if it was real.
There was a receptacle catching her involuntary drops of gold.
The receptacle felt warm around her nether regions, almost like a bottle had been placed there.
But, as she looked, she noticed that her positions professor had disappeared from where he was stood moments before.
He was now underneath the chair hole.
Hermione froze for a second.
He was the receptacle currently catching her golden drops. The heat of his mouth was what she could feel around her.
Her arousal spiked.
“Professor please, I can’t do this, it’s so dirty” she gasped, the last threads of her control had slipped.
Severus noticing her womanhood widening, knew that she was about to let go. So he cruelly placed his fingers strongly over her urethral opening.
She squealed at the sensation. His firm fingers were a very welcome breath of fresh air. As Hermione instantly gained control once more.
The reprieve only lasted a minute, as her professor started massaging his fingers against her, teasing her urethra and her full bladder.
“No professor, you’re going to make me...” she tried to warn, as a leak forcefully escaped her.
She groaned, as she felt her professor catch her piss.
Her mind was reeling. She couldn’t allow him to drink her piss.
Severus knew that she was about to burst, and knew that he would never be able to keep up with her gushing stream without choking to death.
So he prepared for her monumental release. He conjured a large glass measuring bottle. The mouth of the bottle fit perfectly around the chair hole so that it would catch every drop. He enlarged the bottle so that the bottom of it touched the floor whilst the mouth still fit snuggly around the chair hole.
Severus prepared to remove his fingers as soon as the golden liquid started to splatter uncontrollably out of his overachiever’s tired muscles.
Hermione was hearing white noise as her body took control. She knew she was about to void her bladder straight onto her professors massaging fingers. She could do nothing to stop it.
“Fuck!!! I’m gonna...” was the only warning she was able to give.
Severus instantly removed his fingers and placed the mouth of the bottle underneath her.
His soaked fingers instantly went to his hard prick, which was straining against his trousers. He palmed himself over his trousers as he listened to Hermione’s scream of release.
He watched as the hot, near clear liquid started filling the measuring bottle. Condensation forming as it did. The noise of liquid occupying the otherwise silent room.
It didn’t take Severus long to reach his climax, shooting his load into his boxers and trousers, as he took in the mess that was his overachiever.
Hermione was lost to the sensation of release. Letting go of everything she was holding in.
She didn’t know how long she lay there in bliss before her stream began to trickle into nothingness.
After she finished her release, she took a moment to contemplate what had happened. She noticed her professor sat on the floor in front of her chair, staring at her with a flushed look of animalistic lust. She imagined she looked much the same.
“Thank you master” she rasped.
Severus watched her a moment longer and then collected the bottle from underneath her. He held it up to show her just how much piss had been inside her.
She gawked at the bottle of her spent liquid. She was impressed with herself, she knew she had been full but she had always thought her bladder was much smaller than that. Apparently not.
“Well done Miss Granger. We shall call this chair a success. Now we must both ready ourselves for the Hogsmeade visit. You have accepted a challenge today” he reminded her.
Hermione sighed, she was already exhausted and she hadn’t even left the castle yet. |
Hi all!!! Thank you all for your comments and for being patient with me. I do intended to continue with this story, but it will be as and when I can do it. However, the next chapter is ready and I hope you all enjoy it!!!
Chapter 10: Hogsmeade
After the monumental release in Severus Snape’s office, Hermione felt a lot better - although a little embarrassed. Her professor had drunk some of her piss as she had leaked. He even placed his fingers against her to enable her to hold out a little longer. Hermione had never felt anything so intimate before but she found that she had quite liked the entire situation. That was, after all, the most important thing regarding this newfound situation with her professor - trust. By Merlin, she trusted him and somehow that was all that mattered. There was a mutual trust, respect, and understanding between potion master and overachiever and Hermione couldn’t help but feel excited at what the official contract between them would entail.
Hermione was pulled out of her musings by an excitable Harry and Ron, who had been waiting impatiently for her in the courtyard so that they could walk to Hogsmeade together like they always did.
“Where you been Mione? You ready to go?” Ron asked her.
Hermione smiled at him and nodded.
“Sorry boys, I had my head in a book and lost track of time...again” she replied.
“Same ole Mione, you have to promise me that you’ll never change” Harry said.
“I promise” Hermione grinned at her boys.
The three headed towards the school gates and followed the other excited groups of teenagers who were making their way towards the village.
Hermione had temporarily forgotten about her unusual affair with her potions professor and instead, basked in a free weekend with her friends. They went to Honeydukes, and she dragged them into her favourite bookshop. In return, she allowed them to drag her into the quidditch shop where the boys were in awe of the new goods the owner had in store.
Hermione smiled to herself as she watched her friends’ delight and was glad that Harry was finally letting himself relax a bit and enjoy life for a while. Hermione knew the pressure on Harry’s shoulders had been getting to him as of late - and Umbitch wasn’t helping matters at all. Nor was Dumbledore, who always seemed conveniently absent as of late - always when Harry needed him the most.
The trio had all felt the pressure of this school year reach new heights now that you-know-who was back, and Hermione loved how all three of them had their own hobbies to keep themselves grounded.
Harry had quidditch - well, until Umbitch finally decides to deliver on her threats - and he had his closest friends rallying behind him in support.
Ron had Harry, and the glorious concept that was enormous mealtimes in the Great Hall. A young man needs his growing food after all.
And Hermione, well Hermione knew she had her books - and this thing with her professor.
Hermione was startled out of her thoughts once more, Professor Snape had said that he was going to be in the village today - but she hadn’t yet seen him around. She was curious to know where he was, particularly since the trio had been in Hogsmeade for a few hours now and the next stop on the agenda was the pub for butterbeers and a late lunch.
Hermione knew that butterbeers always caused havoc on her body - particularly her bladder - due to the pure sugar in the drink and the slight tipple of alcohol. She would ideally like to know where her professor was before the trio headed for the pub.
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Hermione, Harry, and Ron were sat in the crowded pub having just finished a nice cooked lunch and three rounds of butterbeers. It was a cold day, and the warm food and sweet drinks had been a welcome embrace in their cold bodies.
Hermione wondered if they would be heading back to the castle soon. She had remembered the potions masters rules, she had to stay with the boys at all times and this meant walking back up to the school together. She also knew that she had to try and make it back up to the school before she was allowed to relieve herself again.
Speaking of which, there was a slight twinge in her lower abdomen. Nothing major, and hardly noticeable but Hermione knew with the drinks she had just had, that twinge would soon get more incessant.
She would try to hold on as long as she could and she knew that she could always contact her professor via the handy bracelet she was wearing.
She was drawn back into the conversation that the boys had been having.
“It sounds like a great idea, right Mione?” Harry asked, grinning.
Hermione, not wanting to be caught not listening to her friends, nodded.
“It sure does” she smiled.
“Great! Then it’s settled, we’ve never seen it before and this year is going to be our chance!” Ron said.
Hermione, not sure what she had just agreed to, took a stab in the dark at how to find out.
“Is it safe?” She asked.
“Bloody hell Hermione, it’s only some fireworks - they always do a great firework show this time of year” Ron said.
Suddenly everything clicked into place.
Hermione knew about the annual fireworks show that happened in Hogsmeade this time of year. Bonfire night was always taken seriously because it was a legendary folklore in the Wizarding society. Every witch and wizard grew up learning about the infamous Guy Fawkes, and how he had his wand snapped for his involvement in trying to blow up the muggle government. The muggles had to make up the story about Guy Fawkes having falling and broken his neck before he could be hung. The reality was that he had escaped muggle imprisonment with magic but had been caught trying to apparate out of the country by aurors - his wand had been snapped and he had faced the dementors instead. He was a cautionary tale for all.
Firework displays were always grand in the Wizarding world and the boys had always wanted to see the Hogsmeade display from close up since they had started at Hogwarts.
Hermione also had always wanted to see the display, but she knew it would also mean spending another four hours in the village at least, as the fireworks display was traditionally done when it had finally got dark. Her bladder would not last that long, and she knew it.
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Severus Snape was pleasantly surprised that he had not felt his bracelet heat up with an emergency message from his little overachiever. He had, of course, been watching her with her friends all day in the village whilst remaining out of sight. He was a great spy after all. He had watched her and her friends in the pub and had taken note of how much butterbeer she had consumed. He heard her dunderhead friends talking enthusiastically about the firework display and the village.
He had smirked at that. Severus knew that meant the trio would not be heading up to the castle anytime soon and therefore meant that he would be getting a distressed message from his overachiever soon.
Severus watched the trio in the pub, for nearly two hours, as he silently sipped away at his firewhiskey. He contemplated how he would let the next stage of events with his overachiever play out.
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“Be back in a tick” Ron said as he excused himself from their table and headed towards the blessed toilets.
Hermione, who had been steadily feeling her need to piss rise, watched in jealousy as Ron left the table and returned a few moments later with a look of relief upon his face.
“We should be heading out soon, we wanna get as close to the front as possible” he said once he returned.
“Sure, let me pee first though” Harry said, as he also headed towards the facilities.
“What about you Mione? Using the loo before we leave? I’ll watch your stuff” Ron asked her.
Yes!!! Hermione screamed inside her head. What she would give right now just to be able to release her bladder before heading back out into the cold.
“No, I’m alright for now thanks Ron” she replied, as her legs twisted like pretzels beneath the table at the thought.
Ron shrugged and the two started to put their jackets and winter woollens on while they waited for Harry.
As Hermione was preparing for the cold weather she happened to look over in the direction of the back corner of the pub, where her potions professor was smirking at her.
She gulped, he had plans for her.
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Hermione knew she was in trouble as soon as she stepped out into the cold.
Having not peed in over seven hours, and lots of butterbeer filling her up nicely in the last two hours, Hermione knew she would not win this fight between her bladder and standing out in the cold for the next couple of hours.
She walked, taking smaller steps, trying to keep her thighs pressed together. The tight waistline of her jeans cutting right into her bladder.
The boys wanted one last look in the quidditch shop. She opted to wait outside this time, that way she could use the cold as an excuse for her excessive pacing.
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Severus saw that she was pacing alone outside the quidditch shop as she waited for her friends. He took the opportunity to speak with her while she was alone.
He walked right up to her, noticing how tightly her legs were pressed together as he approached. She looked worried, and Severus had a flashback to the first time she had pissed herself all over his flagstone in his classroom. He knew, she was approaching her limit again.
He was surprised that she had made it this far.
“Miss Granger” he drawled, startling her out of her thoughts.
Hermione stopped pacing and stood one leg crossed over the other as she got over he initial shock of being addressed by her professor.
“Professor Snape” she replied, sounding strained even to her own ears.
She resisted the urge to grab herself to feel more in control.
“I’ve been watching you all day Granger, and I must say I am quite impressed with you” he said to her.
Hermione basked in the compliment for a moment but her desperation suddenly shocked her back into reality.
She groaned.
“Thank you sir, but I really must go! Now!” She said, and she did grab herself this time.
“I think you can wait a little longer Miss Granger, you are going to watch the fireworks with your friends and you will not be going before the show” he instructed.
“I will not make it that long” she said, she was close to leaking already.
“Yes you will, the time will pass...albeit slowly...but I am telling you to hold it, so you will” he stated clearly in a ‘no nonsense’ tone.
“Can I leak?” She asked desperately.
“My, you must be desperate if you’re asking if you’re allowed to leak” he debated.
She nodded, trying to keep her breathing even.
“I’m going to say no, if you leak...well, the punishment will be severe” he said to her, loving the look of desperation on her face.
His dick twitched in approval, and made him aware of his need to piss as well.
“See you at the fireworks Granger, be sure to try and stand apart from your friends” he said.
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Hermione stared in disbelief as he walked away. There was no way she was winning this time.
Her friends came out of the shop and they made their way to the display.
Having obtained a spot right near the front, the trio were joined by Neville, Ginny, Luna, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, George, Fred, and the Patil twins. Making one big group.
Hermione couldn’t even focus on the reason they were all laughing and joking. She was far too busy trying to contain her full bladder. She could see the area getting busier and knew the fireworks would begin shortly.
After what seemed like forever, and with Hermione’s legs shaking like jelly as sweat accumulated on her forehead, the first bang of the first firework ricocheted through her pounding bladder. Hermione put her hand down her jeans in order to hold in the piss that was trying to force its way out. Thank Merlin everyone was staring at the sky!
Her urethra was burning with need and she knew she could not stand watching the firework show if that’s how every firework was going to feel for the next hour.
Her eyes looked out into the crowd and she saw the professor staring intently at her. He knew.
She had to get over to him, immediately.
She forced her way through the crowd and finally made it to him, legs quivering as she did.
She noticed that he was stood in the shadows, away from any noticing eyes.
She gasped and stopped walking, crossing her legs around her hand as another load of fireworks boomed through the air. She could feel a drop of piss forming, she was going to leak.
She shuffled in that position over to join her professor in the shadows, he was looking at her in amusement.
“Trouble Granger?” He asked her, grinning.
“Sir, please give me permission, I can’t hold it!” She exclaimed.
“What did I tell you about asking permission?” He asked, disappointment evident in his voice.
She couldn’t answer, the fireworks were in full swing and Hermione knew this was the end for her.
A large leak forced its way out of her maxed out bladder creating a wet patch on her jeans. Her professor noticed.
Severus remained tight lipped (and tight crotched) as he cast a charm that would render them practically invisible to everyone else. He watched as she leaked again.
“Oh god! I can’t hold it!” She exclaimed, realising she still didn’t have permission.
“I’m pissing!” She squealed, as she felt her bladder giving several warning pulses that it was about to release.
Her legs snapped apart as piss came gushing from her, she groaned in relief but also felt like crying as she knew she had failed. She tried clenching her muscles to stem the flow, but piss was still trickling freely from her.
“You’d better stop Granger” Severus said.
“I can’t!” Hermione exclaimed, both hands uselessly down her trousers as her jeans started to get darker.
“How disappointing, you were doing so well” he said in a sarcastic voice but relishing in her performance.
“Please Sir” she whimpered.
He raised an eyebrow at her and she gasped. He knew it was game over.
Piss sprayed from her, gushing, and gushing like a fireman’s hose.
She breathed a massive sigh of relief, and Severus pulled her pissing body closer to him.
Severus watched her as she pissed what seemed like gallons. His cock aching as he watched her jeans get darker and darker and liquid splattered on the ground against her will.
Hermione was silent as her bladder emptied, she couldn’t believe that she couldn’t wait long enough to obtain permission.
As her piss tapered into nothing, she let out a shaky breath and finally stood normally, inspecting the damage to her jeans. They were soaked.
Severus cleared his throat.
Hermione looked at him knowing she was about to be in big trouble.
“It looks like another punishment is in order Miss Granger. We shall walk up to the castle now, and you can stay as you are until we get back to my rooms. I don’t want to hear a word from you” he said calmly, internally he was gleeful.
He held out his arm in a motion that requested his sodden student to lead the way.
She followed his directions as he watched, aroused, her piss stained behind moving uncomfortably towards the castle. |
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Chapter 11: Punishments
Hermione walked as quickly as she could up towards the castle. She was so embarrassed that she had lost control without permission - and now she was going to be punished for it. The hormone driven part of her brain was curious and slightly excited about the idea of punishment and what it would entail however, her ‘good girl’ personality was having a conniption. She had never failed an assignment or test given to her by an authority figure and she knew she could perform better than she had today. She knew she would need to prove herself again soon, and more importantly she wanted to prove herself to her professor.
Speaking of her professor, she could feel his eyes on her as they made their way back up to the castle. Despite her loss of control, she knew that the potions master seemed to have enjoyed it and he was currently enjoying the view of her wet behind. She had been forbidden from clearing herself up, as part of her punishment, and so was facing an uncomfortably wet trek.
Severus was delighted. His cock had been hard for quite some time now and it was slightly uncomfortable for him as he had to walk with it pressing firmly against his tight button up trousers. He couldn’t believe that the overachiever had fully lost control in front of him like that - he thought she was going to be able to make it back up to the castle. Apparently not.
It was a pleasant surprise for him either way. She was completely embarrassed by her uncontrollable wetting because it was rather public - she was unaware of the charms he had placed around them at the time. Now, he had to come up with a punishment for her, for disobeying his orders - his painfully hard cock throbbed incessantly at the thought of all the punishments he could give her.
As they reached the castle gates, Hermione prayed that they would not run into anyone before they reached her professors rooms. Her jeans were positively soaked and she knew it was obvious what had happened - it would be obvious to anyone who saw her.
“Luck must be on your side tonight Granger” Severus remarked as they made it to his rooms without being met by a soul.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief once they were warmer inside his rooms. She supposed that the majority of the castle was still at Hogsmeade and the younger students were likely to be at dinner.
She stood awkwardly inside her professors room. She was cold, soaked, and a little apprehensive about what was going to happen next. She thought maybe apologising would be a good place to start.
She opened her mouth to speak.
“I -“ she was cut off before she got any further.
“I’m not interested in your apologies. You will stand where you are quietly for a few moments whilst I sort this room out” he said to her.
She nodded and watched as the potions professor lit all the candles and the large fireplace, causing the room to light up and warmth to flow through the rooms. She watched as the professor removed his outdoor robes and slung them over the back of a very nice leather chair which was right by the fireplace. He then went over to his desk drawer and retrieved what looked like a black satin drawstring bag. She waited patiently.
It hadn’t escaped her notice that the front of her professors trousers looked rather snug and could easily see the outline of the mans beautiful organ - there was no doubt that he was painfully hard. She blushed red at the sight. Had she caused that?
Her attention now turned to the little black bag he was carrying.
Severus turned towards her and took in the delicious sight that was her soaked form, he was going to let her clean up and then they would proceed with her punishment. He held the little black bag delicately in his hands, he honestly hadn’t expected the need to use this yet but it seemed the situation had unexpectedly occurred. He would need to explain the black bag with her before he continued - then she would be able to fully consent to the punishment.
“This black bag holds an array of punishments Miss Granger, in a while I will be asking you to put your hand inside the bag and you will pick out one of the items inside. That item will tell you which punishment you will be facing. However, as we have not yet gone over the conditions of your contract, I will empty the bag and you will read every single punishment and sort out which ones you would consent to and which ones you object. We will discuss your objections at a later date but place your consents back into the bag where later this evening, you will pick one or two out. Is that clear?” He asked her.
She nodded
“Yes Sir” she replied.
Severus looked at her for any hint that she was lying. He found no deception and was satisfied with her agreement.
“However, firstly, I think we should get you out of those soiled clothes. I want you to remove your trousers and underwear - do you consent?” He instructed her.
She nodded and removed her jeans and underwear as instructed. Her cheeks flushed red. She had been nude at the lower half in front of her professor before but they had all been situations of a dire emergency, where she was about to lose control. This situation was different. She stood, face bright red, as she was exposed to her professor.
Severus allowed his eyes to roam her form for a few moments before he indicated to the sofa.
“I want you to lay down in the sofa Miss Granger, you need to be cleaned properly” he stated.
Hermione looked at him wide eyed as he magically produced a bowl of warm scented water and a washcloth. She knew what he intended to do.
“Once more, I need your consent Miss Granger” he asked her.
She gulped nervously but nodded as she made her way to the sofa and lay down.
“Good Miss Granger. Now, place your feet flat on the sofa so your legs are bent, and then I need you to spread your knees” he instructed.
She took in a deep breath, summoning all her Gryffindor courage and followed his instructions. She had never been this completely exposed to a man before - except a medical professional - and she closed her eyes as she did so.
“Eyes open Miss Granger” he said.
She opened her eyes and watched as her professor pulled out the washcloth from the warm scented water and he began bathing her lower half with the utmost of care.
It was a very intimate process and Hermione felt a small fire begin to stir within her. She was aroused by all of this.
Severus focussed on his task of cleaning her legs and thighs but was aware of the new flush that was appearing in patches on his overachievers thighs and face. He knew she was turned on.
He turned his attention to her womanhood, the final place in need of cleaning, as he delicately separated her lower lips with the washcloth and lightly dabbed the area - noticing the hardened pearl within.
His dick throbbed at the shaky inhalation of air from his student and he felt her thighs tremble slightly. His eyes darted up to her face and saw that her head was tilted backwards in pleasure. He deliberately teased her as he bathed her and she tried to stop her hips from moving to seek more.
Severus groaned lightly under his breath, he knew that he could bring the girl to orgasm right now if he wanted to but, this was a punishment after all.
He withdrew the washcloth just as quickly as he had begun and he noticed her quiet moan of displeasure as he did so.
He magically rid himself of the bowl of water and the washcloth and immediately headed into his bedroom to grab himself a clean robe. He needed to put the robe on in order to cover himself. His erection was solid and he needed to undo his trousers to create more room to accommodate it. He donned the new robe and unbuttoned his trousers. His cock sprang free - though still within the confines of his loose underwear - and the pressure instantly eased significantly. Severus sighed in relief. He knew that he still needed to piss after his need gradually grew stronger during the Hogsmeade trip, but he was far too turned on to even contemplate releasing his bladder at the moment.
He instead returned to the sofa where his overachiever still lay in the position she was instructed to.
“You may stand now Miss Granger” he said to her.
She followed his instructions and waited to see what he wanted her to do next.
“Come and sit in one of the chairs by the fireplace, and we will go through the contents of this bag” he told her as he took a seat in his favourite chair.
She did as she was told and did not voice her thoughts about still being nude from the waist down. He clearly knew she was still nude and wanted her to remain that way for now. She sat, her bare arse sinking into the leather.
Severus grinned behind his curtain of hair as he grabbed the bag and emptied the contents of it on the small coffee table between the two chairs.
Hermione looked at the small pieces of parchment and then looked back up at her professor.
“I want you to unfold all of those pieces of parchment Miss Granger and then read each one out loud. You will then put each parchment into one of two piles “yes” or “no” in accordance with your opinions on what each piece of parchment refers to. Is that clear?” He asked again.
She nodded and began the task of unfolding all the pieces of parchment until she was staring at a stacked pile of potential punishments. She picked up the first and read it aloud.
“Whipping/Flogging” she murmured quietly.
“This would be with a belt or a flogging device Miss Granger - do you understand what that means?” He asked.
Hermione nodded.
“Good, now would this be something you would agree to or not?” He asked her.
She chewed her lip lightly as she contemplated her response. She then looked up at Severus.
“I would agree to it” she replied.
“Right, in that case place it down and that will be the start of your “yes” pile. Now, we go through the rest” he stated as she quickly picked up the next piece of parchment.
Hermione continued through all of the pieces of parchment and when she was finally done, she realised her “yes” pile was significantly larger than her “no” pile.
Severus picked up the “no” pile and placed them back in his desk drawer. These would be discussed once more at a later date once she became more comfortable with their new situation. From Severus’ experience, “no” sometimes ended up becoming a “yes”, but it takes time and trust.
“Now Miss Granger, we will read through your “yes” pile one more time so that you are certain about your potential punishments and then we will fold them back in the bag and you will pick one out at random for your punishment this evening” he said to her.
Hermione picked up her “yes” pile and read each piece of parchment out loud.
“ Whipping/Flogging, Spanking, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Public Humiliation, Paddling, Public Wetting, Nappy Punishment, Diuretic, Tied-Up Punishment, Chastity Belt, Pee Measuring Limit, Clamps, and Bladder Torture” she said.
Severus nodded in approval.
“Is there anything on that list that you need me to expand on?” He asked her.
“Whipping/Flogging, Spanking, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Paddling, Public Wetting, Diuretic, Chastity Belt, and Clamps all make perfect sense and I have no further questions about those” Hermione replied.
“And the others?” Severus asked.
“Well I understand what public humiliation is but, could you give me some examples of things that you might actually do? Just to give me some idea. Also, nappy punishment? I assume I would be asked to wear a nappy but could you just go over that one with me please?” She asked him.
“Public humiliation could entail you wearing a certain clothing item or fetish item. I could request that you do not speak in a social setting, you might have to forgo wearing underwear. As we are at a school, many of the things that I may ask you to do will only be known between the two of us however, I think that the knowledge of your classmates being close by whilst these things are happening will humiliate you. We can adapt and change as we go though. Nappy punishment means that I will put you in a nappy for an unspecified amount of time. I will change you when needed, you will use the nappy only when you need to relieve yourself. This will be both in private and in public - so it will also tie in nicely with the public humiliation punishment. I will place spells on the nappy so that it cannot be removed - except by me - and will alert me when you need a change. Is that clear?” He asked.
She nodded.
“Next?” He asked.
“Again, I just wanted some examples of what is meant by Tied-Up Punishment, Pee Measuring Limit, and Bladder Torture?” She asked.
He nodded.
“Tied-Up Punishment is exactly what it says on the tin. You will be bound, nude, for an undisclosed amount of time where you will hold your piss, I might tease you, you might have to sleep/eat in that position. It will be up to me however, this punishment could also link nicely into our actual game - so be aware for that. Pee Measuring Limit is perhaps one of my favourite punishments, something I have used already during our encounters. I will give you a measuring cup it could be anything from 5ml - 100ml, and you will only have permission to piss the ml I choose to give you and will give a specific amount of time to wait between each release. Again, this punishment links in quite nicely as a potential game as well. Finally, bladder torture will include me physically massaging, pushing, playing, or manoeuvring your stomach where your bladder sits. I will never cause any damage, but it is intended to challenge you when you are desperate. Is that all clear?” He asked her.
“Yes Sir” she replied.
“We will start off with these punishments and we can always add more or take some out if we find that some work better than others. There will always be room for negotiation and I will never implement a new punishment without having a discussion about it with you first. The first few times we use these punishments, I will be assessing your limits, so you will stick to our traffic light system until I fully learn your limitations for each punishment” Severus said to her.
She nodded, feeling slightly apprehensive but willing to trust and explore with him.
“Right, fold all of those “yes” punishments back in the bag and then give the bag a good shake. You are going to pick your very first punishment Miss Granger” he instructed her.
She followed his instructions and picked a piece of folded parchment from the shaken bag.
“What does it say Miss Granger?” He asked her.
She chewed her lip nervously as she unfolded the piece of parchment. She froze at the words that stared back at her in her potion professors familiar scrawl.
“Pee Measuring Limit” she grimaced.
Severus grinned - there was a Merlin after all.
“Perfect!” He said, as he stood and went over to another desk drawer.
He took out an item and made his way back over to her.
“Could you please pick out another punishment Miss Granger?” He asked her.
She did as she was asked.
“Spanking” she said.
“Good” the professor replied.
“Here is how your punishment is going to work Miss Granger. I have here, a 20ml specimen bottle. You are only allowed to release 20ml of piss, every 90 minutes for the next 72 hours. Each time, you will pour the 20ml piss down the toilet or sink, or wherever you need to get rid of it, before resealing the empty bottle once more. This bottle will be charmed so that you cannot undo it until every 90 minute gap is up - thus, notifying you when you can release again. The number of minutes will magically countdown on the bottle cap so you know how long you have left to wait. On the bottom of the bottle, another set of numbers might appear. These numbers are ‘the naughty numbers’ and are where your second punishment - Spanking - will come in. For every time you go over the 20ml limit and leak before stopping, the amount of seconds in which you cannot control your leak will be accumulated and show up in a red number on the bottom of the bottle. Also, the amount of times you attempt to unscrew the lid of the bottle - despite knowing EXACTLY how long you have to wait - will also add to that red number total. At the end of your punishment, the bottle will be checked and you will receive the same amount of spanks which reflects the red number on the bottom of the bottle. Is there anything about this that you do not understand?” He asked her.
She shook her head, she understood her punishment perfectly.
“Furthermore, if you should leak in your knickers, completely wet, or are unable to wait the whole ninety minutes between releases, the red number will also count depending on the severity of your leaks and indiscretions” he said to her.
She nodded once again in understanding.
“Right, you will use this - and this alone - for the next 72 hours and then you will bring the bottle back here and it will be checked. I will not instruct you to drink anything however, you must keep your body naturally hydrated and therefore, your liquid intake will be monitored. If I feel you are purposefully avoiding liquid, and signs of dehydration are showing, you will be instructed to drink. Am I clear?” He asked her.
Hermione gulped, then nodded.
“I know you are nervous about this and considering this is your first punishment, I will give you a helpful bit of information. The 90 minute gaps will also count through the night. Therefore, should you wish to relieve your bladder slightly throughout the night, you may want to set yourself an alarm so you can wake up to release. Are you sure you don’t have any questions?” He asked her.
A thought hit her.
“Actually Sir, say the timer counts down to 0 and I miss it, will it automatically seal and start counting down from 90 again if I miss an opportunity to release?” She asked.
Severus chuckled at her naivety.
“Believe me Miss Granger, you will be far too desperate to even consider missing an opportunity to release when afforded with one. However, should the timer hit 0, the time will not automatically go back to 90 and start again. The cap will read 0 minutes until you have physically unsealed and then resealed the bottle again - only then will the time start counting down from 90 again” he explained.
Hermione chewed her lip nervously when he chuckled at her. She was willing to give it a go though.
Severus wanted to chuckle again. He knew that the average bladder could hold between 300ml and 400ml, and only allowing the girl to release in 20ml increments would be torture. Well, this was meant to be a punishment after all.
“When do we start?” She asked him.
“It will start from midnight tonight, so you’d best make the most of the few hours you have left before you only have that bottle to relieve yourself in” he said to her.
She nodded in acceptance of her punishment and put the bottle gently on the little table next to the chair in which she was sat.
“What do we do until then?” She asked him.
“I need some help brewing some potions for the infirmary, you will help me until curfew. Then, it’s all up to you” he said to her.
She nodded and the pair of them stood up. Severus called an elf to fetch Hermione some fresh leggings and underwear for her to wear, and the two made their way to the professors personal brewing lab.
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About an hour into the brewing process, Severus’ need to piss came back at full force. He had been able to squash the unimaginable need to piss since he had followed his overachiever back up to the school. That had been over 2 hours ago, and, without his erection, the potions master was definitely feeling his bladder protest at its own fullness.
Hermione noticed, and remembered that she had seen her professor doing his cute ‘I have to piss’ squirming whilst they were walking back up to the castle. Being nervous about her punishment, and humiliated at her loss of control, kept her quiet about the matter but now she was hooked on the sight of her professor.
Due to the humidity of the potion brewing, he had removed all his layers except for his white Oxford shirt and his usual black slacks. Hermione stared openly at the bladder bulge that was protruding around his stomach area and grimaced in sympathy as she saw the mans belt cutting straight into the middle of the bulge.
Severus could feel his overachievers eyes on him, and knew that she was sussing out his situation. His bladder was screaming at him but, at this particularly volatile stage of this potion, he had no choice but to put up with it until he had finished the brewing completely.
He stood over the potion, one leg crossed tightly over the other, trying to get his dick gripped tightly between his thighs.
Hermione noticed, and nearly sliced her hand with the knife she was using to chop up ingredients for the potion. She loved watching him when he was in this state.
Beyond the leg crossing and the slight rigid posture, the potions master gave no other hints that he was on the brink of releasing his bladder - for now.
Another hour later, and Severus was still stood crossed legged over the potion however, this time his Oxford shirt was untucked, his trouser belt had been removed, and his trousers were unbuttoned with the flies open.
Every so often, his hand would dive into the front of his trousers for a quick squeeze of his tip, he was quickly losing control.
“Anything I can do to help?” His overachiever voiced from her position next to him.
She had finished chopping the ingredients some time ago and was just sat watching his growing need get worse and worse, and she relished in his state.
She felt unbelievably lucky that the stool on which she was sat, meant that she was eye level with the potion professors crotch. Every time he grabbed himself was followed by an instant pulse through Hermione’s core. She was deeply aroused and was silently praying to Merlin that the professor would lose control before he finished his brewing.
The potions master shook his head at her question, despite the contradicting look of desperation in his eyes.
He continued to stir.
He knew the next half an hour would be the most difficult. He would have to slowly add each ingredient whilst he stirred the potion. He would not be able to use his hands to hold himself and he knew it would be a difficult challenge. The overachiever also noticed this - and grinned.
The professors shaft had been full of piss for hours and he knew that he would soon leak.
It happened ten minutes later.
Severus cursed as a pulse ricocheted through his bladder, causing his weakened piss filled shaft to release.
A strong three second leak forced its way straight into the professors light grey boxers - a dark patch immediately showing.
Hermione’s breath hitched as she watched the dark patch grow slightly before the groaning professor gained control of his bladder once more.
She licked her lips and moved to grab the professors trousers and tug them down his still crossed legs.
Severus said nothing as he continued to count the stirs, not wanting to lose concentration and ruin the potion. He felt his overachiever pull his trousers to his knees before she stopped. Her eyes still fully concentrating on his crotch. He could see the lust in his students eyes.
Another spurt broke free, and his boxers darkened even more. He was losing control, but was determined he was going to try and make it to the toilet as best he could - he was retraining himself after all.
Hermione watched as her desperate professor leaked twice more before stopping again.
This time, she reached for the buttons on his underwear and undid them. She gently pulled at the material until the head of her professors cock poked slightly through the gap.
Severus knew what she had done, and this made his need rise significantly. His cock was essentially free and the cool dungeon air teased him.
Another leak escaped, lasting six seconds this time. However, whilst Severus knew his underwear was saved, his trousers that were still bunched around his knees were not. He pissed straight into his trousers.
He gasped.
Hermione’s heart thumped in her chest as she watched his piss spray uncontrollably from him. She knew that this was the end for him, there was no way he was going to last much longer.
Severus took in a shaky breath, knowing he wasn’t going to make it to the end of the potion without soaking himself. Recognising defeat, his muscles began to weaken against his will.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He exclaimed as another pulse thrummed through his bladder.
The hissing noise was music to Hermione’s ears as she watched the strongest leak yet burst from her pissing professor.
How he managed to still be in control of the potion was beyond her.
The potion master had lost control.
Leak, stop, leak, stop, leak, stop, leak, stop.
Hermione watched as the potions master gritted his teeth in one last display of trying to gain control.
His pissing dick wasn’t listening anymore.
Hermione chewed her lip, wanting to see the potions master completely lose control.
She moved her hand to the potion masters bulging bladder and stroked it.
Severus whimpered at her gentle but damning touch. Piss shot out of him uncontrollably.
Hermione gently pressed against the bulging bladder and this was the potion masters undoing.
He screamed in relief as his bladder completely released, spraying piss EVERYWHERE.
His trousers were soaked and a large puddle was now forming around his feet as he let out a whole days worth of liquid.
Hermione squirmed in her seat at the display, she desperately needed to get herself off and used her other hand to rub in the right place against the front of her leggings.
She rubbed herself as she moved her other hand to her professors pissing cock and held it as he pissed. She placed her finger over his spraying slit and enjoyed the feel of his piss running down her fingers.
The potions master groaned, the urge to piss and cum both strong. He had seen his overachiever start to play with herself and felt his dick trying to harden but this would not happen until he had pissed himself dry.
Hermione hummed in pleasure as she found herself edging closer to orgasm. The potion masters piss stream was weakening and she knew it was coming to an end. She rubbed as she remembered the look on his face as she lost all control and screamed in delight as she found her climax.
The potions master watched as his overachiever climaxed in her leggings and as his stream tapered off, his dick hardened and he knew he was about to cum.
As his overachiever rode her climax, she accidentally squeezed his hardened prick in the moment of it all.
His dick pulsed once, twice, and his balls tightened up prepared for another kind of release.
Severus moaned as his dick spurted his essence, still mixed with some unreleased piss, all over the floor - making his personal puddle even messier.
Hermione came down from her climax and released her professors now flaccid prick. She took in the sight of them both and giggled awkwardly at the mess Severus had created.
Severus was also shocked, he had done this sort of thing before but never had it felt like this before.
Taking in his students flushed cheeks, and damp patch on her leggings, he smiled.
“Well, not only has my flagstone been ruined again, but so has this potion” he said as Hermione turned her attention to him again.
He sighed as he vanished the ruined potion and the messy puddle on the floor, he would need to remake the potion before the morning. Luckily, the overachiever had sliced more than enough ingredients for another bash at the potion.
“I think that will be all for this evening Miss Granger, it’s nearing curfew. You best get some rest, you have a punishment to do” he said.
She nodded in agreement.
“Any problems or difficulties you have whilst doing your punishment, you will report to me immediately - the aim of the punishment is to not completely break you” he smirked at her as she gathered up her things and the 20ml bottle.
“Yes Sir, good night” she said as she left his lab and made her way back to her dormitory.
“Good night indeed” Severus said to the now empty room.
Edited January 23, 2021 by MissCliveden
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This is based in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, it’s a series. It’s mostly going to be Desperate Peter Parker, and Father Figure Tony Stark. But they are unrelated to one another, unless otherwise noted. If you have Ao3, I’m over there with the same name and you can check out the series, but I think y’all appreciate this too. These fics will contain male desperation, and most likely male wetting as well as hurt/comfort some angst and a whole lot of fluff.
Relieved
Peter grimaced from where he was watching Dr. Strange and Mr. Stark converse. The teen shifted on his feet, and turned away trying to think on what he could do to distract himself. He had to pee. Badly. And this was a new suit and he wasn’t sure how to work it, and knowing who designed it, he knew the options were endless. Biting his lip, he sighed before just deciding to bite the bullet.
“Mr. Stark?” He asked timidly, wincing as both men paused in their conversation to look at him.
“Yeah Pete?” Tony asked curiously, unsure of what the teen wanted.
“How do I take off the suit?” Peter asked quickly.
“You don’t, this is not the planet to make yourself at home. We don’t know what or who could be here,” Tony said seriously even as his words had a joking tone to them.
“Oh yeah but I mean, rhetorically then. What do I initiate?” Peter asked instead trying to go another way.
“Nice try but no, I’ll tell whenever we get off this Planet,” Tony replied with a smile. Kid had guts and he was amused to say the least.
Peter sighed softly, he had thought the backhanded tactic would have worked. It had in the past and he knew on any other Person other then Tony Stark it would’ve. His situation was dire and he finally turned away from the men to figure it out himself.
“Friday, could you open up the suit and let me out for a minute?” Peter asked quietly.
“Not without the authorized passcode from Mr. Stark himself,” she replied promptly.
“Bugger,” the teen muttered out as he shifted on his feet anxiously. What was he going to do? Peter was besides himself, his movements getting frantic as he tried to distract himself from his urgent issue.
Stephen Strange glanced at the teenager before turning back to his companion with an arched eyebrow. “Your kid isn’t very subtle,” he said after a moment.
Tony’s heart warmed at the comment before shaking his head in amusement. “No he’s not,” he said with a smile.
It was obvious to both men that the boy clearly had an obvious need he needed to take care of. But the boy didn’t seem to want them to know, so they wouldn’t or rather Tony wouldn’t step until Peter asked or the situation escalated and he needed to intervene.
Peter swallowed the sudden lump in his throat as his bladder pulsed and throbbed. He so didn’t not want to ruin the expensive not to mention best Spider-Man suit to date. But he was quickly losing control over his very full bladder and was at a loss at what to do.
“Just put him out of his misery Tony,” Stephen said maybe fifteen minutes later of
Them watching the teenager struggle not to lose control.
“No, he’s got to ask, he knows his limits. He’d be dreadfully embarrassed if I took him to the side and told him to pee. And we do not want a moody teenager up here with us,” Tony said a dramatic shudder.
“Right because a teenager who pissed himself is so much better,” Stephen replied dryly.
“ I concede that you have a point, but so do I. I just want him to speak up,”Tony said quietly. He was ready with the code either way.
Unaware that he was now the topic of the men’s conversation, Peter finally realized how dire his bladder was getting and turned to ask Mr. Stark for help, only to freeze as he heard something.
“Something Is coming,” was all the teen Hero was able to get out before they were suddenly blasted away by a tiny bomb of some sort.
Spider-Man was thrown into battle mode, his full bladder pushed to the furthest recess of his mind so he could focus on the fight. He was taken down by what looked like a rope of electricity, and Peter gasped as he went down.
He threw all caution to the wind as both of is hands grabbed for his crotch and held on for dear life. He only just managed to keep everything under control and he promised that as soon as this fight was over and he survived he was coming clean. He heard footsteps coming towards him and quickly dropped his hands, even as his whole body remained tensed.
Peter found himself hauled up with some kind of gun to his head and an arm around his neck in a chokehold, and tried his absolute hardest to be still.
“Where is Gamora?” His attacker asked, the arm around his neck tightening.
“I’ll give you one better, who is Gamora?” Tony asked in confusion, trying to remain calm.
“I’ll give you one better, why is Gamora?” Drax asked darkly, while everyone looked confused.
Peter found despite the seriousness of the situation, he couldn’t be still. Not unless he wanted to flood the Spider-Man suit, and he really didn’t.
“Be still,” the man with the gun hissed.
“I can’t,” Peter replied quickly, his right hand balled into a fist by his side while his left hand clenched at his thigh. He couldn’t hold himself because the ropes limited his movements while he was standing. His dignity was steady flying out into space and he couldn’t careless at this point. He just needed relief.
“You better, if you don’t want me to blow your brains out,” the man said threatenly.
That did nothing to help Peter’s issue, it only intensified it, and he tried hard to cross his legs at least.
“It’s not going to come down to that. Which master do you serve?” Stephen asked calmly, even as his weapon stayed in place.
“Master? What do expect me to say, Jesus?” Quill asked sarcastically.
“Oh you’re from earth, so you don’t serve Thanos;” Tony said with a sigh.
“Serve him? No I want to kill him, who are you?” He asked.
“We’re the Avengers man,” Peter replied, his face mask disappearing to show his face. He was able to breathe a small sigh of relief as he was suddenly released from his chokehold, only to double over at his rather urgent bladder, signaled him again.
Whoa, what’s wrong with the kid? I did not do that,” Quill made sure to point out as the kid suddenly keeled over.
“He has to piss, and no thanks to you you probably made him have an accident,” Tony said defensively, even as he bent down to look the teen in the eye.
“I didn’t have an accident,” Peter said weakly, standing up gingerly even as his hands continued to clutch himself tightly.
Tony sighed, wanting to be here for the whole starting conversation but he had another duty to take care of first. “Come on, lets get that taken care of,” he murmured trusting Strange to explain what he could. He put his arm around the teen and led him towards the of the ship.
Peter was biting his lip tightly trying to hold in his whimpers but he couldn’t. This walking was agony. “How much further?”
“Not much, you can do it buddy,” Tony said encouragingly, as he tried to get the child as much privacy as possible.
“H-h-ow do I get o-out of the suit?” The teen stammered out as they came to a stop to the small ramp leading out the ship.
“You don’t, move your hands for a just a moment Pete,” Tony asked quietly.
“I can’t, I’ll pee on myself if I do,” Peter whispered out, the embarrassment making way for actual need.
“Okay, okay,” Tony said before gently lifting up one of the teen’s hands and looking up at him, to make sure he was watching.
Peter was watching, even as he wiggled relentlessly in place. He just wanted some relief, and he knew he would soon.
“You press this square here three times and it opens, exactly where your zipper is. Try it,” Tony encouraged. He didn’t do it because he didn’t want to cross a line and make the boy uncomfortable.
But Peter has no such qualms. “I’ll learn later. Can you just do? Please,” he begged out shamelessly.
Tony made a small noise but obediently pressed the square, watching it fade away to reveal, the blue jeans the boy had been wearing before the suit attached itself to him. Not thinking on it, Tony made quick work of undoing the jeans and before stepping back, allowing the child to finally take over.
As soon he felt Mr. Stark move away, Peter frantically shoved down his underwear, and pulled his member out, already starting to go even before he got it completely situated.
“You really need to learn to speak up buddy,” Tony murmured out.
“I was, but then they came and we had to fight,” Peter stated honestly his face bright red in his shame.
Tony sighed before he shook his head. “I know kiddo, we’ll work on it,”
“I’m sorry,” Peter murmured out sadly. He had fucked up.
“No it’s fine, come find me when you’re finished so I can appraise you of what’s happening,” Tony told him easily, leaning over and ruffling the teenager’s hair as he headed back into the ship.
Peter nodded absently as he watched his mentor walk away, a warm feeling in his chest despite what had just occurred. He shook his head and turned back to relieving his bladder, feeling lighter then ever. |
A long time ago, I started a story called Thieves and it was one of those that I failed to complete. After so much time went by, I was convinced that no one was interested in this anymore, but I discovered that this was not true at all.
I want to warn everyone who clicks on this that some of the content from the original story was dark, so if BDSM and humiliation is not for you, then please move on because I do not want you to read something that will be upsetting for you. There is also a tag for male content, since the first part of this tale had some in the last few chapters that were posted.
Here is a link to the story if you have not read it before or if you would like to refresh your memory.
With all of that being said, thank you @Foxlover for helping me out with brainstorming and coming up with ideas for this. Your interest in this also helped a lot as well. I also want to thank you @JTeam_, for your enthusiastic encouragement. It showed me that there was still interest in this. My goal is to update this every Sunday, but if I can't make that deadline, then I'll let everybody know.
Now, without further ado, let's see what it takes for Natalie and Shelly to get out of this seemingly hopeless situation.
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Thieves 2
As the Snow Flies
Prologue
With the curtain pulled shut and the hot water flowing down on her, Natalie was happy to be alone with Shelly again. She put her arms around her dear friend, who then did the same for her. They both needed to wash up, after having covered each other with their bodily fluids, during the wild sexual encounter they had just shared. For now, they only wanted to hold each other.
Natalie felt safe, with Shelly’s naked body pressed up against hers beneath the flow of the steamy shower. After everything they had endured since Jake led them into the spider’s web, it was a pleasant feeling.
“I can’t believe it,” Natalie whispered into Shelly’s ear. “I can’t believe that I didn’t get punished.”
Shelly kissed Natalie’s neck and gently rubbed her back. “I know. I can’t believe that any of this happened.”
From outside of the bathroom, Natalie could still hear the occasional crack of a whip, while the sick bastard that handed them over continued to receive his due punishment. The shower was loud enough to block out most of it, but what little she could hear, still provided her with the satisfaction that he was getting what he deserved.
Shelly reached for the shelf hanging from the showerhead and grabbed a washcloth. She held it under the flowing water and reached for a bar of soap. “I’m glad I didn’t have to go through this without you, Nat… But at the same time, I wish you weren’t here. I wanted to rob that place, but you would not have come if you had known what we were doing, so I am sorry.”
Natalie allowed herself to relax a little while her friend washed her back. “It’s okay. I still might have come with you anyway, just to be with you, and all of this still could have happened. I know I said earlier that I wouldn’t have, but…”
Deciding not to focus on how things could have been different, she sighed quietly while her friend continued to clean her up. “I’m glad that Jake is getting whipped instead of me, but why? None of this makes any sense…”
The two released one another from their embrace, so Shelly could kneel down to wash Natalie’s legs. “Natalie, when I was still alone with Miss Annette and Jake, they told me that he broke in five years ago and stole a lot of shit. He said he owed her a lot of money.”
“He did?” Natalie asked, surprised. “I heard him say something earlier about giving them cash, but why us? Why did they want us?”
Shelly looked up at her while she worked. “He said that if he brought her and Miss Aalia slaves, then that would take care of what he couldn’t pay.”
Could that be true? Natalie wondered. Did he hand us over just to pay off a debt?
Despite the explanation, she still had a lot of unanswered questions about all of this. If he paid off his debt, then why would they turn on him and start punishing him like that? This still makes no sense!
Shelly finished up with Natalie’s legs and then proceeded to wash her feet, but didn’t say any more. Once again, the brown haired girl found herself ascending the emotional roller coaster, as her fear began to build again.
“I still don’t get it, Shelly,” Natalie said, shaking her head. “Why would they punish him now, when his debt has been paid? Is this some twisted idea of justice that they have?”
The redhead sighed. “I don’t know, Nat… I doubt they care about justice. They’re sick fucks, is what they are. It seems like they’re trying to twist our minds, so that we’ll like what they’re doing.”
Natalie’s anxiety continued to rise. “But… I don’t… We don’t…”
Shelly stood back up and looked into her eyes. “They’ve been using our own kinks against us since the very beginning. They know what we like and have been manipulating us into doing things we wouldn’t normally consent to. Jake probably told them about all of our secrets and that is how they are able to do it.”
Natalie frowned and considered the possibility that they were developing a case of Stockholm Syndrome. “When Miss Aalia and Alexis peed on me earlier… It was hot… and Miss Aalia’s so gorgeous… but so evil and twisted, that… that…”
Shelly put her arms around Natalie again. “No matter what they do, we will never let them have control over us. We just have to make them think that they are succeeding.”
“I just want to go home!” Natalie cried. “I want to be with you and go to college so I can have a career I can be happy with! I don’t want to be a slave forever…”
Shelly kissed her neck again. “I know. We’ll come up with something. For now, we just have to bide our time, until the time is right. When the chance to escape comes, we will report them. We can’t let them do this to someone else, especially people who are not lucky enough to have their best friend with them.”
Natalie hugged her friend tight. “Until then… they can’t hurt anyone else, as long as they’re focused on us… Right?”
“Yes, that’s right,” Shelly replied. “When we’re gone, they will be screwed.”
Shelly finished washing the rest of Natalie’s body and then they switched positions. It was finally her turn to get clean. For the rest of their shower, the two of them remained silent. When they were done, Shelly turned off the water and pulled open the curtain.
Outside of the bathroom, everything was suddenly quiet. The only thing they could hear was the sound of water dripping down from the showerhead. They both stood there, with their hands folded near their nether regions, and waited for their Mistresses to come back for them. Luckily the bathroom was quite warm, so they did not have to worry about getting cold during their wait.
After a few minutes, the door finally opened and Alexis, Jennifer, and Ms. Aalia stepped inside. The two other slaves retrieved a couple of towels from the cabinet beneath the sink and approached the shower. Natalie was surprised to see that they were no longer topless. They both had a t-shirt on over their torsos, but beneath that, they were still clad in just their panties.
Ms. Aalia put her hands on her hips and smiled, while Alexis and Jennifer wrapped the towels around the newcomers. “Alright, good! Now that you’re both nice and clean, it’s about time for bed. I’m sure you’re both exhausted…”
Both Natalie and Shelly nodded as they stepped out of the shower and dried themselves off. It was a little after midnight when they first arrived at the other house, but now, they had no idea how late it was. They were definitely in need of rest.
***
After his whipping, Jake was taken out to the garage by Ms. Annette, while Ms. Aalia and her two slaves went to help their newest playthings get dried and dressed. He was lying on an old mattress, wearing nothing but his wet boxer shorts. The rest of his clothes were scattered about on the concrete floor and he had red streaks across his back, from the lashing he had received. Never before had he been as freaked out as he was right then.
There was an electric furnace in the garage, to keep him warm while he recovered from his beating. It was cold outside and the wind was starting to pick up, so it was important not to let him freeze out there. Ms. Annette stood over him, with her hands on her hips and a grin on her face, while he lay there, wondering why he was punished.
Jake scowled up at her. “Why did you whip the shit out of me?! I-I gave you the cash and the girls! What more do you want from me?”
Ms. Annette chuckled. “Oops, I think I forgot to tell you one more… minor thing. Getting beaten up is a part of your initiation!”
He blinked twice and his scowl became a look of confusion. “You… forgot? Miss Annette, all you said I had to do was pay a fee and bring you slaves. Why didn’t you tell me that I had to get beaten up to get in?”
His Mistress folded her arms and put one of her feet on the mattress, so that the toe of her black high-heel was directly in front of his manhood. “I was going to explain it to you beforehand, but I thought this would be more fun…”
She chuckled again and winked at him. “After you agreed to help us confuse the girls, by going along with our story about paying off a debt, I decided that we could confuse them further by making an example of you. It keeps them guessing and gets you in, so it worked.”
Jake hugged himself, even though he wasn’t cold. All he felt was fear. “So, what’s going to happen to me now, Mistress? When do I get to have a bladder slave?”
Ms. Annette wagged a finger at him. “Patience, Jacob… Patience… As a new member of the Floodgate Society, there are certain rules that must be followed. You have to be trained as a bladder slave, before you can become a full member. After that, you will be provided with your own property and an allowance of cash, to help you start your new life. Then you can earn success in the world and buy bladder slaves from other members. If the elders like you, then you might even receive one as a gift.”
Jake shook his head, since all of this was difficult to understand. “Will you or Miss Aalia be training me?”
“No, the elders have decided that you will be trained by Master William,” she replied. “He owns a mansion all the way out in Virginia, deep in the mountains. It’s a beautiful property… I do hope you will like it there.”
“M-master?!” he cried. “Can’t a woman train me instead?”
Ms. Annette tipped her head back and let out an evil cackle. “You are in no position to make demands, Neophyte. The elders decide what role you will play, until they are satisfied that you can be trusted. Until then, you do as you are told and obey, otherwise, you will be banished.”
Jake swallowed hard. “Okay, I understand, Miss Annette. I meant no disrespect, but I had to ask.”
“Alright, Jake, get dressed,” Ms. Annette instructed. “The girls should be nearly finished with their shower by now. I need you to be ready so I can take you and Shelly back to my house. You will meet your new master tomorrow.”
With that, she turned away and returned to the house through the side door. With a groan, Jake forced himself up into a sitting position and reached for his pants. “This sucks…”
For the first time since meeting Ms. Annette, he actually regretted joining their society. The part of the story about robbing her house when he was thirteen was true, but the rest of what he told Shelly was completely false. In exchange for not charging him for his crimes, he was permitted to join the secret society after his eighteenth birthday and was told that he would be able to have a bladder slave someday. In the months that went by after he reached adulthood, his excitement about getting in had grown, but now, he only felt fear and shame.
What have I done? He asked himself.
He put on his pants and quickly gathered the rest of his clothes. There was no backing out of the deal now, since banishment was the worst thing that could happen to someone, once they’ve been accepted into the society. He knew there was nothing he could do about this, since he brought this on himself. |
Alright, even though it's not officially Sunday just yet, I've decided to post this now before I head off to work in a couple of hours. I'm a third shift worker, so I'd like to be lazy tomorrow lol. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It was fun to work on.
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Chapter 1
You are so twisted!
After they wrapped themselves up in their towels, Natalie and Shelly followed Ms. Aalia and her other slaves out of the bathroom. They stepped out onto the soft, blood-red carpet and were then led over to the dresser, on the right side of the bed.
Ms. Aalia pulled open the top drawer, revealing what was inside. “Alright girls, pick out something to wear.”
They looked inside and saw that it was filled with a wide variety of very sexy bras and panties. Neither of them knew which ones they wanted to put on, but they had to choose something. They dropped their towels and took their time to look around, before making a decision. Natalie went with a set of pink, lacy panties and a matching bra. Shelly went with similar-looking ones that were light blue.
While the girls were trying on the clothes, Ms. Annette returned and she let out a whistle on the way in. “My… my… You girls simply look beautiful! I love how your newest slave’s underwear, matches now, Aalia.”
Natalie blushed as she remembered the white bra and pink panties she had started out with. She also couldn’t forget about how she had wet herself in them while lying on the floor of the basement, all bound up and unable to move.
The gorgeous, younger mistress smiled back at her partner in crime. “Yes, it is nice. Now, I think we should get them into some warm pajamas, before you take your playthings home.”
While grinning from ear to ear, the older woman nodded. “Excellent idea! Jacob is getting dressed right now, so I would like to take them with me, as soon as possible. I also would like to have Alexis come with us, as well. Shelly has proven herself difficult to handle, so the more help I have, the better.”
Ms. Aalia bowed her head. “I understand, Mistress. She’s all yours.”
Did Miss Aalia just call her, Mistress? Natalie wondered. Do they… have a Dom and sub thing going on?
Natalie’s owner then instructed Jennifer to close the drawer and open up the second one from the top. That one contained a wide variety of t-shirts and pajama bottoms for the girls to wear.
“Alright girls, take your pick,” Ms. Aalia said. “The shirts and pajama bottoms come in all different sizes, so when you find the ones that you like and they fit, then they are yours for the taking.”
The two girls looked through them until they found the ones that they wanted. Natalie went with a pair of pink pajama bottoms that had the faces of puppies on them. She also found a matching t-shirt with the face of a Chihuahua on it. Shelly found some tiger-striped bottoms that she liked and for a top, she went with a black t-shirt that had the image of palm trees at the beach, on the front of it.
Ms. Aalia put her hands on her hips. “So adorable… Alright Natalie, it’s time to get in your cage.”
She turned around and pointed at one of the large cages in the corner, to the right of the dresser. “This one will be yours.”
Natalie nervously looked inside and saw a mattress with sheets, pillows, and thick blankets on top of it. She watched as her mistress stepped over to it and pulled open the door.
“What do you think?” Ms. Aalia asked. “It’s not exactly a stay at a luxury hotel, but it will do, won’t it?”
Natalie forced a slight smile onto her lips, even though she wanted to make a run for it, with every fiber of her being. “Yes, Miss Aalia. It’s nice.”
She went inside and laid down on the mattress. Her mistress shut the door, latched it, and locked it up. Once inside, Natalie felt a slight need to pee and knew it wouldn’t be long before all of the fluids she had consumed earlier, filled up her bladder again.
Ms. Annette had Alexis open up one more drawer and Shelly was allowed to take out a pair of warm slippers, before they left. “Alright ladies, let’s go find Jacob and go home.”
The three of them left the room, leaving Natalie all alone with Jennifer and her new mistress.
“Well, it’s been a very… interesting night, hasn’t it girls?” Ms. Aalia asked the two of them.
Jennifer nodded when she glanced at her. “Yes, Mistress, it has been.”
She looked down at Natalie, who expressed agreement as well. “Yes, Miss Aalia.”
Ms. Aalia then pointed at another cage on the right side of the room, in the farthest corner from Natalie’s. “Alright, Jennifer, it’s your turn.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Jennifer replied, before hurrying over to it and getting inside.
The girls’ owner locked the older blonde woman in and then looked at her newest slave. She walked over and knelt down so that the two of them could look into each other’s eyes.
Natalie frowned and blushed from being put on the spot like that. She started to fidget a little, causing Ms. Aalia to smile. “Do you need to pee again, Natalie?”
Natalie covered herself up with her blankets and sat up. “Yes, Miss Aalia, but only a little.”
Ms. Aalia wrapped a hand around one of the thick, steel bars of the cage and looked at it, still smiling. “Are you glad that you didn’t get punished for your naughty behavior, earlier?”
The brown-haired girl hugged the blankets against herself tightly and nodded. “Yes, Miss Aalia. Thank you for not punishing me!”
Her mistress chuckled. “You are behaving so well right now. If you keep this up, then we won’t ever have to repeat what has happened tonight.”
Her smile faded and she looked into her young slave’s eyes. “I didn’t want to be so hard on you, but it was necessary to make you submit. I know you girls will do the right thing and accept your new roles in life. Do you have any questions for me?”
Natalie looked down at the blankets and thought about it for a moment. It did not take long at all for her to think of something. “Is there any way that we can ever earn our freedom? I understand that Jake owed Miss Annette money, but, you don’t need us forever, do you, Miss Aalia?”
Ms. Aalia gave her a look that almost looked like sympathy, but there was no reason to believe that it was sincere. “No, I’m afraid not. Until a time comes that I decide to sell you or that I am no longer able to own you, then you will stay here, with me.”
That is not what the poor girl wanted to hear. “May I ask another question, Miss Aalia?”
Her mistress nodded and then she asked her next question. “What if the… police come looking for us?”
The smile reappeared on Ms. Aalia’s lips again. “I hate to say this, but they won’t. You see, Miss Annette has friends in high places and they have already covered our tracks. As far as your family is concerned, you ditched them so you could run off to be with Jacob and Shelly. They received a text saying that very thing, in your own words.”
Hearing that caused tears to well up in Natalie’s eyes. “What? Th-they think I… abandoned them?”
Ms. Aalia’s smile faded again. “Look on the bright side. Your controlling mother won’t be able to run your life anymore. I know you probably think I’m worse, but it doesn’t have to be that way. You can enjoy yourself here, if that is what you decide to do. If you don’t, then I know a certain art collector who is always looking for new maids…”
Natalie swallowed hard and wiped the tears away, but said nothing as her mistress told her a little more about her mysterious friend. “She is a whole lot worse than I am, believe me. After spending a couple of days with her, you will be begging to come back to me.”
Whoever she is, I hope I never have to meet her, she thought. I don’t know how she could be worse than these people, but I don’t want to find out.
“Alright, I’m going to bring you a tray with a bowl of water, some materials for your dental hygiene, and an empty bowl to spit into,” Miss Aalia said. “You’re going to need to brush and floss before you go to sleep. I can’t have those teeth of yours rotting away on me, can I?”
Natalie didn’t reply at first, but eventually managed to force out a response. “N-no, M-miss Aalia. You can’t…”
She got back up off of the floor and looked over at Jennifer. “I’ll bring you one as well.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Jennifer replied.
With all of that being said, Ms. Aalia left the room and went to prepare their trays. Neither Jennifer nor Natalie said anything to one another while she was away.
***
Shelly was in the back seat of the van again, in the same place she had been before, while Ms. Annette drove back to her place. There was a towel on the floor beneath her feet, to soak up some of the liquid and keep it off of her new pair of slippers. Jake sat silently in the front passenger seat, looking out the window, and Alexis was seated next to the redhead, keeping an eye on her to make sure she didn’t do anything stupid.
I really don’t want to clean this whole van, Shelly thought. At the very least, I’ll be able to see Nat again tomorrow. Miss Annette said Miss Aalia will be there to supervise, so that will definitely help.
Ms. Annette glanced in the rearview mirror at her new slave and then turned her attention back to the road. “I do hope that you learn to behave yourself, Shelly. You have been quite a handful so far.”
Not wanting to get into trouble, she gave her mistress no response. She just listened to what she had to say.
“I don’t like troublemakers,” Ms. Annette said. “I will wait until after you have rested, to punish you. I want you to get at least six hours of rest, before I spank you and make you clean the van. Will that be enough for you?”
“Yes, Mistress, it will be,” Shelly replied. “It’s not like I have a choice of how long I get to sleep, anyway.”
Ms. Annette smirked at the comment. “I fear that I will be spending so much time dealing with you, that it will take away from my playtime with Aalia.”
Shelly took a moment to ponder what that meant, before foolishly allowing a snarky comment to slip out. “Well, if you would just let us go, then you would have all of the time in the world.”
“Are you being smart with me, young lady?” the old woman asked. “Do you need to be spanked for it?”
Jake looked back over his shoulder at his ex-girlfriend, but was forced to look away when she scowled at him.
Shelly turned her attention back to her owner and shook her head. “Please don’t spank me for it, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
Ms. Annette chuckled and scanned the road up ahead with her eyes. “After Miss Aalia comes over tomorrow with Jennifer and Natalie, we will have a guest coming in the evening. I very much would like for you to meet him.”
Guest? Shelly wondered. Who might that be?
She looked at Jake and noticed that he seemed very anxious. Do you know who this guy is, Jake?
“A friend of mine from Virginia will be coming,” Ms. Annette said. “His name is Master William and he will be delivering some slaves who will help keep an eye on you. Unlike you and Natalie, they are very obedient and are always looking for ways to please their owners. Their job will be to make sure you don’t step out of line.”
Shelly suddenly felt terrified. She had no idea who these people were, but they didn’t sound very pleasant. “I understand, Mistress.”
Jake glanced back at her again and that time, when Shelly returned his gaze, her face contorted into a snarl. “Stop looking at me, you sick fuck!”
Ms. Annette let out a cackle and a full-blown grin appeared on her face. “Trouble in paradise?”
Then Shelly scowled at Ms. Annette. “With all due respect, Mistress, you are so twisted! You know that, right?”
Without any hesitation or a hint of shame, Ms. Annette expressed total agreement with that statement. “Yes indeed! However, I believe this is a case of the pot, calling the kettle black, don’t you? You seemed to be enjoying yourself when I let you… punish your ex-boyfriend earlier, before Aalia and I finished the job.”
Jake quickly looked back out the passenger window and then Shelly began to fear that she was just as bad as her mistress. It was an idea that she simply could not bear to consider, so she had to convince herself that it was false.
There is no way she can be right about that! Shelly thought. I did like it, since he deserved it, but there is no way I could ever be as insane as she is!
Then she pushed those thoughts out of her head, choosing to instead focus on everything that was going to happen on the following day. She had a bad feeling about Master William and the minions he was going to be dropping off. None of them sounded like people she wanted to meet, but unfortunately, she had no choice in the matter. |
Chapter 2
Good Mourning
When Natalie finally woke up in her cage, she was surprised to see sunlight coming in through a window, above the head of Ms. Aalia’s bed. She did not remember seeing it before, but that was likely because the terrifying things she saw previously, drew her attention away from it. She sat up, feeling a sudden, intense urge to pee. She quickly pressed her legs together and put both hands between them.
Oh god, I really need to pee again! She thought.
She glanced up at her mistress’s bed. Her owner was still sound asleep, lying on her side and facing her, with some sort of a blindfold over her eyes. She also looked over at Jennifer’s cage and noticed that she was asleep as well, but she appeared to be squirming in desperation, while tossing and turning.
Natalie looked over at Ms. Aalia again, hoping she would wake up soon. Please wake up, Miss Aalia. I have to go to the bathroom so badly!
Realizing that was probably not going to happen right away, she squirmed around and rubbed her crotch beneath the blankets, hoping that she could make it. Her tray had been taken away after she finished brushing her teeth the night before, so she couldn’t even pee into an empty bowl, to take the edge off.
She was afraid to wake up her mistress too soon, for fear of getting in trouble. She got up on her knees and looked at the alarm clock that was sitting on top of the dresser. It was almost noon and there was still a little over an hour left, before it was set to go off.
Oh no, I can’t wait that long! She glanced over at Jennifer again, who just then, sat up in her own cage, fully awake. I think she needs to pee too.
Her fellow slave looked over at her and their eyes met. She had her hands between her legs as well, but didn’t seem to be quite as squirmy. The fans in between their cages were turned on at the lowest speed, but they were still too noisy for either of them to communicate effectively, without waking up Ms. Aalia ahead of schedule.
Come on, Miss Aalia! Natalie thought. Wake up already!
Natalie decided to lay back down, while she waited. For the next fifteen minutes, she squirmed, gasped, and rubbed, desperately hoping to get some relief soon. She pressed her face against her pillow a couple of times and groaned into it. After having been denied the bathroom when her tray was taken, her desperation had exploded during her slumber. She felt certain that a wetting accident was coming.
Come on, my bladder can’t take it! Natalie wanted to shout. I held so much yesterday that… it’s tired out! Wake up!
It was then, at the end of those fifteen minutes, when Ms. Aalia finally stirred. She sat up, yawned, and stretched out her arms. Both Natalie and Jennifer instinctively got up on their knees, with both of their hands pressed against their crotches.
Ms. Aalia smiled and pulled off her blindfold. “My goodness! I had the most incredible dream! A couple of sexy, young slaves came to my house for a wild night of fun.”
She looked down at Natalie and grinned. “Oh wait, it wasn’t a dream after all! It really happened!”
She giggled as if she had just told the most hilarious joke ever and then put her feet down on the carpet. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of plain, red panties, which she had put on before going to sleep. She stuck her feet into a pair of slippers that she had placed next to her bed, on the floor.
Stretching her arms out again, she looked down at her newest slave and smiled. “Good morning! Do you need to pee?”
Natalie nodded and wiggled her hips. “Yes, Miss Aalia. May I please go to the bathroom?”
Ms. Aalia stroked her chin with one hand, acting as if she was thinking deeply about it. “Hmm… Nope! Not until after I pee, take a shower, and have some breakfast. Then, you may go.”
Natalie looked up at her with pleading eyes and grimaced. “But… I can’t-”
Her mistress laughed, interrupting what she was trying to say. “We’ve only been awake for a few minutes and you’re already breaking rules. That’s enough of that.”
The poor girl clamped her mouth shut and put a hand over it. Oh no, I let my words slip out again! I hope I don’t get in trouble today…
The Domme put her hands on her hips and looked over at Jennifer. “Alright, what do I want for breakfast? Let’s see…”
Jennifer looked up at her, seemingly eager to receive her first order of the day.
Ms. Aalia at once clapped her hands together and smiled. “Today, I’m thinking omelets and toast. Since we’re up a little early, it gives me a little more time to eat something special. After we’re ready to go, we need to get over to Miss Annette’s, to help supervise Shelly during her punishment.”
We have to go back there?! Natalie almost blurted out, but the knowledge that she would be able to see her friend again, helped to calm her back down. At least I get to see Shelly while we’re there.
Ms. Aalia glanced back at the newest addition to her collection of slaves and gave her a cold stare. “Don’t you dare think that you and Shelly will be escaping. I’ll have you on a leash!”
Natalie’s eyes went wide and she let out a soft gasp into the hand that was covering her mouth. Her mistress ignored it and turned her gaze back towards Jennifer.
“Alright, Jennifer, you know just how I like em,” she said.
Jennifer bowed her head. “Yes, Mistress! I’ll get those sautéed mushrooms started immediately!”
Oh my god, Natalie thought. I want one of those omelets too! Sautéed mushrooms… I love having those in omelets! I also like them with peppers and onions… and bacon and cheese…
On top of her need to pee, she was also feeling quite hungry. She certainly had a lot of respect for Ms. Aalia’s taste, but she had a bad feeling that she wouldn’t be able to enjoy something quite so delicious. She was a slave now, after all.
Their mistress glanced back and forth between the two girls, before she said the most degrading thing Natalie had heard her say so far. “Since I’m feeling generous today, I will save both of you some scraps. How you split it will be up to you. I’m going to let your… little mishap… slide, for now, Natalie, but don’t make a habit of it!”
Natalie wanted to thank her for letting her transgression go unpunished, but decided against it. The last thing she wanted to do was break any more rules. She also felt a little angry about not being allowed to have a decent meal, but her fear of upsetting her mistress was stronger. Scraps is all we get? That’s not fair!
Jennifer, she noticed, seemed grateful that they were being allowed to split the leftovers. “Thank you, Mistress. You are very kind.”
Ms. Aalia went over to the dresser and pulled a key out of the top drawer. “Alright, it’s time to get you two out of your cages. Natalie, while Jennifer is getting my breakfast ready, I’m going to find some other chores for you to do.”
She couldn’t help but wonder why she wasn’t being required to help with breakfast. Maybe she doesn’t trust me around hot cookware. She probably thinks that I’ll use it to escape.
Ms. Aalia then went over to Jennifer’s cage and let her out. The blonde woman stepped back out onto the carpet, where she did a little pee dance, before rushing out to the kitchen.
After that, the gorgeous woman stepped over to Natalie’s cage and stood in front of her, with her hands on her hips. “Well, Natalie… It’s just you and I again. Are you grateful for being allowed to have some breakfast?”
Natalie nodded, but did not smile. “Yes, Miss Aalia. Thank you for… letting us have some. Should I have said so sooner?”
Ms. Aalia smiled down at her. “You were behaving like I told you to, by not speaking until you’re asked to do so, therefore, it was not necessary. I will let you know that if I do something nice for you, you don’t need permission to thank me. I don’t punish my girls for good deeds.”
Well, that’s good to know, Natalie thought. But scraping off your plate into a dog bowl for us to eat out of, is hardly an act of kindness!
She kept the thought to herself while Ms. Aalia opened up the door and let her out. Since she wasn’t going to be helping Jennifer in the kitchen, she wondered what sort of chores her mistress had in mind. She stood up and stepped out of her cage.
Her mistress folded her arms over her chest and looked at her lustfully. “You will be coming with me into the bathroom, to watch me pee, but you have to hold it the entire time.”
Then she pointed at the bondage contraption hanging from the ceiling. “While I am showering, you will be cuffed to that! When I am done eating, you will wash the dishes, while I watch you. You are not allowed to pee until everything is done, but when you do, you won’t be doing it in the toilet…”
Once Natalie knew what she was going to be doing, she feared that she would be unable to handle all of it. Unfortunately, she had no choice in the matter. Unless she and Shelly could come up with a plan, this was going to be her future. She mourned the loss of her old life, as she followed her new owner into the bathroom.
***
It was nearly one when Ms. Annette sat down for her breakfast, at the round, wooden table in her kitchen. Jake sat on the opposite side, with a plate, silverware, and a glass in front of him. The old woman had two waffles on her plate, with a coating of maple syrup on them. The young man, on the other hand, had a stack of three of them that were coated with a sauce made from berries of various types, with soft chunks of the fruit swimming in it.
Shelly was kneeling on the floor next to her mistress, with a moderately full bladder, and was clad in nothing but the underwear she had picked out on the previous night. She had an empty plate on the floor in front of her, while she waited for everyone else to finish their breakfast, and was under orders not to look at anything else but that plate. Alexis poured orange juice into the two glasses that were on the table and the sound that met the redhead’s ears, caused her to feel a sudden, intense urge to pee. After the other girl returned the pitcher to the refrigerator, she went over to her mistress and stood next to her, on the opposite side of Shelly.
Ms. Annette dug into her waffles and took a bite. “These are excellent, Alexis! I would very much like to keep you, but you have unfortunately been assigned to Miss Aalia, for your training.”
The dark-skinned, curvy woman folded her hands near her crotch and looked down at Ms. Annette’s plate. “Thank you, Mistress. This one appreciates the compliment.”
Shelly glanced up at Jake and saw that he was looking at the other slave with an eyebrow raised. “So, is that what I will be doing after… um, Master William picks me up?”
The redhead took a peek at Ms. Annette, who smiled across the table at Jake. “Yes. Your master will be teaching you how to mind your manners. For now, you are still a free man, so you may eat your meal, Jacob.”
Jake picked up his fork and started to dig in. He looked down at Shelly, but said nothing to Ms. Annette about her looking around without permission. She glanced back down at the plate, hoping to avoid getting in trouble.
Unfortunately, the old woman was able to see her out of the corner of her eye. “Shelly, my dear, if you want to eat and use the bathroom this afternoon, then you should do as you’re told and keep your eyes pointed downward. I did not tell you that you could look around.”
Shelly gasped when she realized she had gotten caught. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I won’t do it again.”
Ms. Annette took another bite of her waffles and then started up a conversation with Jake. “So, Jacob, you will be switching places with the slaves that Master William is bringing here today. They will be helping with Shelly’s training while they, themselves, are also being trained. This will be an excellent… hands on… learning experience, for them.”
Did you have to say it so creepily? Shelly wanted to ask, but chose to keep her eyes on the plate and her mouth shut, to avoid making her angry.
“That is interesting, Mistress,” Jacob replied. “Who are the slaves?”
Ms. Annette finished chewing a bite and took a sip of her juice, before giving an answer. “Their names are Amelia and Chloe. Master William tells me that they are a lot of fun to have around. Amelia is twenty five and is quite the worker. Chloe is only a year older than you and your girlfriends, after having just turned nineteen a month ago.”
Shelly could not believe what she was hearing. So Jake is being swapped out for a couple of girls then? Just who does this Master William think he is?
The old woman took another bite of her food and then continued telling Jake more about them. “Chloe, he tells me, can be a little bratty at times. He says that she has a lot more to learn, but she is still very eager to please her superiors. She really likes to play games… She does not play those silly videogames that young people play nowadays, but rather, she prefers to play real games, face to face.”
The poor red-head at Ms. Annette’s feet could not help but worry about who these other girls were. What kind of people are they? Are they dangerous? How willing are they to please their owners?
She had so many questions about them, but was not allowed to ask. Only Jake could do so, since he was still a “free man”, as her mistress put it.
After a moment of silence between the pair, Ms. Annette glanced down at Shelly. “Miss Aalia should be bringing Natalie and Jennifer soon. I would really like to have them meet the new girls, as well. Miss Aalia will be supervising you while you clean out the entire van, Shelly. If you miss anything, then you will be denied a visit to the toilet for the rest of the day. You don’t want that, do you?”
“No, Mistress, I don’t,” Shelly replied.
Jake looked down at his ex-girlfriend and smiled. She briefly glanced back at him and shot another scowl in his direction.
He chuckled and pointed down at her. “She’s not looking down at her plate like she should be, Miss Annette.”
Shelly’s eyes went wide and she immediately looked back down, but luckily, Ms. Annette did nothing. She just continued to eat her meal in silence. Jake’s smile faded and he did the same until they were both finished.
“Alright, Shelly, I left a few scraps for you,” Ms. Annette said quietly. “You don’t really deserve it, but I think the spanking you will receive, after you are finished with the van, will be enough punishment for today. I want you to sit pretty for me and I’ll let you have it.”
Shelly got up on her knees and looked up at the wicked grin on her mistress’s face. She wasn’t sure how to sit pretty, but she gave her the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. Apparently it worked, because the leftovers were on her plate before she even knew it. She reached down and tried very carefully to pick up a small piece of waffle, without getting the syrup on her fingers.
“No, you’re not eating it like that!” Ms. Annette cried, causing the poor thing to drop the food suddenly. “You will put your face down to it and eat it like a dog.”
“But… why in the hell would I do that?” Shelly asked.
Ms. Annette gave her a stern look. “You will do it because I said to. Do as I say or your plate will be taken from you.”
Not wanting to have her plate taken away, she did as she was told. This degrading act was very difficult. Her attempt to eat like someone’s pet caused her to get the syrup on her nose and chin, but she was eventually able to eat the bites of waffle.
Shelly’s mistress clapped hands and chuckled. “Very good girl, Shelly! Now, you may get up, wash your face, and get yourself something to drink, if you wish.”
She stood up and bowed to Ms. Annette, with syrup smeared on her face. “Thank you, Miss Annette.”
She went over to the sink and washed herself up. The running water caused some discomfort in her bladder and she had to cross her legs. Once she was done, she stepped over to the refrigerator, in the corner of the room between the back door and the kitchen counter. She opened it up and reached for the pitcher of orange juice, when suddenly, all of them were surprised by someone knocking on the front door.
“It’s a little too early to be Miss Aalia or Master William,” Ms. Annette said quietly. “Alexis and Shelly, go answer it.”
Shelly shut the door to the refrigerator and reluctantly followed Alexis through the study. As they passed through the hallway at the top of the basement steps, she briefly glanced down there, remembering everything that had taken place in that little dungeon, on the previous night, before continuing to the living room.
She still found the living room to be a spooky place, despite the changes Jake and Alexis made to it, just before breakfast. The round, black table in the middle of the room had a bowl of fruit on top, rather than the red cloth and metal bowl that were there previously. Aside from that, nothing else had been changed, so it still had a very eerie feel to it.
Whoever was at the door knocked again as Alexis approached it and grabbed the knob. She cautiously unlocked it and gave the handle a turn. When she pulled it open, Shelly saw a man and two young women standing on the front stoop.
Alexis flashed them a grin. “Hello there, Master William! Miss Annette was not expecting you this early, but I will take you to her right away.”
The man that stepped inside was wearing a suit and tie with a thick jacket over them, fancy dress shoes, a fedora, and black gloves on his hands. He gave Shelly a smile that sent chills up her spine and she felt a deep sense of dread, as his two companions followed him inside. |
Chapter 3
The Gang is All Here
Shelly took a good look at Amelia and Chloe as they came inside, all the while wondering who was who. One of them was a little shorter than the other, had shoulder-length black hair, pale skin, a moderate bust size, and a cute, little rear end. The other was a few inches taller, with light brown hair that hung down just past her shoulder blades, slightly tanned skin, larger breasts, and much wider hips. They both wore thick sweaters, worn out, black gloves, light blue jeans, and some old sneakers.
Master William removed his hat, exposing his graying hair, just as the shorter slave shut the door behind them. He gave Alexis a friendly smile, as he held the fedora up against the side of his jacket. “I decided that an early arrival would be a most, pleasant surprise!”
He turned his attention back to Shelly again and bowed his head briefly. “You must be Shelly! You are just as beautiful as I imagined!”
She wrapped her arms around herself, to cover up her chest, when she noticed him staring. “Thanks, I guess.”
Master William’s smile vanished and his expression became one of disappointment. “Goodness! Your mistress truly does have her work cut out for her, doesn’t she? Such terrible manners…”
He turned towards the girls that had come with him and snapped his fingers. “Chloe, my dear, show her how a slave is supposed to behave!”
The shorter girl with the black hair stepped forward and gave Shelly a creepy smile. “As you wish, Master William!”
The frightened redhead very much disliked the mischievous gleam in Chloe’s eyes, as she pulled off her sweater, revealing that she was wearing nothing but a green bra underneath. She stripped all the way down to her underwear and bundled up her outer clothes, exposing her matching green panties.
“If you would be so kind, please take these to the upstairs dresser, Shelly,” Chloe instructed. “I would rather not toss them to the floor and get them dirty.”
Shelly hesitated to grab them when the odd girl held them out to her, but she eventually did so, to avoid the possibility of getting in trouble.
The dark-haired slave bowed her head, just as Ms. Annette and Jake entered the room. “Thank you very much, my dear…”
With a friendly smile on her face, the old woman offered the man a friendly greeting. “William! It is so nice to see you!”
Shelly felt a lot of anxiety, as she watched her mistress and her guest embrace one another. They gave each other a quick peck on the cheek and then separated again.
Ms. Annette put her hands on her hips and smirked. “It is a pleasure to see you here this early! Having your darling girls here to help, will make training my new slave so much easier.”
Master William then glanced over at Jake, who had stayed back near the hallway entrance, with his hands buried deep into his pockets. Shelly glanced over at him as well, easily recognizing the terror on his face.
Now you know how Nat and I feel, you asshole, she wanted to say, but she kept her mouth shut.
Jake’s new master motioned for him to approach. “Jacob, my boy, come over here.”
The frightened young man did as he was told, soon coming face to face with the older gentleman. “So you’re… Master William?”
“Yes, my boy,” he replied. “It is a pleasure to meet you at last, Jacob.”
Jake nervously rubbed his hand over the hair on the back of his neck. “Please, call me Jake.”
Completely ignoring the request, Master William frowned at him. “If you could, Jacob, come into the kitchen with me, while I visit with Mistress Annette. I realize that Miss Aalia has not arrived yet, but I would still like to meet Natalie when she does.”
Jake looked down at the floor and chewed on his lip a little. “Yes, sir.”
Shelly wiggled her hips a little, to fight against the urge to release the pee in her bladder. She hugged Chloe’s clothes tightly against herself, while her ex-boyfriend followed their respective owners back into the kitchen. Once they were gone, Amelia stripped down as well, revealing that she was wearing dark blue underwear.
She folded up her outer clothes, but kept them to herself, instead of forcing them on her newest cagemate. “Hello, Shelly. I’m Amelia.”
Shelly forced a smile to her face. “Hi. Should we take these upstairs?”
Before Amelia could answer, Chloe butted in and put her face up close to Shelly’s. “So, do you need to pee?”
Shelly looked fearfully at her. “I, um, just-”
Amelia scowled at the other girl, which caught the redhead by surprise. “Chloe, please stop acting so creepy! Aren’t you aware that you are scaring the poor girl?”
The dark-haired slave backed off a little and angrily folded her arms over her chest. “She was already scared before… All I did was ask a question!”
Turning her attention back to Shelly, Amelia seemed quite irritated by Chloe’s behavior. “Yes, let’s take our things upstairs and put them away. I would prefer not to get in trouble for standing around, my… dear…”
She was unable to say that last word without a look of disgust appearing on her face. Chloe took notice, but did not comment on it. She just rolled her eyes and started looking around at the living room. “I sure love this place, Amelia! It’s so dark and spooky! I wish we could stay here forever!”
Amelia motioned for Shelly to follow and then led the way up the stairs. Once on the top floor, the two of them went into the first bedroom on the left, where the redhead and Natalie had enjoyed each other’s company the night before, after finally being released from the dungeon in the basement.
***
Jennifer set a plate down on the table in front of Ms. Aalia, who had been waiting patiently for her meal. She was now wearing a red blouse, black trousers, and some black pumps. Natalie was standing next to her, wiggling her hips and rubbing her thighs together, to keep all of the pee held inside of her tortured bladder. There was already a wet patch on the crotch of her pajama bottoms, from when she’d lost some spurts, while watching her mistress pee and waiting for her to finish her shower.
She remembered how she had struggled and squirmed, while her hands were cuffed to the spreader bar above her head, preventing her from putting them between her legs, where they were needed most. I can’t believe that I have made it this long! But now, I’m so close to losing it again!
Ms. Aalia took a bite of her omelet and moaned loudly, all the while ignoring the labored breathing and soft gasps, of the desperate slave next to her. “Jennifer! This is perfect!”
Jennifer’s beaming smile showed just how proud of herself she was. “Thank you, Mistress!”
After a bit of chewing, their mistress shook her head. “If Miss Annette heard about my poor table manners, she’d whip me for sure, wouldn’t she, Jennifer?”
Jennifer bent at the waist and pressed her fingers against her crotch. “Y-yes, Mistress, she would!”
Natalie squirmed and groaned while the two of them watched Ms. Aalia take her sweet time.
Oh my god, I have to pee so badly! Natalie thought. There is no way I can wash the dishes without peeing! I’m going to burst!
Their mistress swallowed the bite she was working on and glanced at Natalie with a smile. “So, did you enjoy watching me pee earlier?”
Natalie tried hard not to think about it, but it was difficult not to. She could still remember the sound of the pee gushing into the toilet bowl, as well as the look of blissful relief on her owner’s face; one that she wished had been on her own.
“N-no!” she exclaimed. “I… I m-mean yes! It was hot, but… I…”
Another spurt of pee escaped past her tired holding muscles, straight into her panties. The poor thing was on the verge of losing it all over the dining room floor, but no matter what, she had to force herself to keep holding.
Ms. Aalia giggled and took another bite of her omelet. She reached over with one of her hands and lifted up Natalie’s t-shirt, exposing her slightly bulging bladder.
After she swallowed the food, their sexy mistress chuckled. “So hot… I love seeing a girl with a bulging bladder. I will have to train it, so that it can hold more and expand further. It will take some time, but I can do it.”
Natalie bit down on her lip and groaned as she continued to dance and squirm. She watched her mistress place a hand on her bladder and begin to play with it. She thought for sure that her struggle would end at any moment, while it was being poked and prodded.
Ms. Aalia gave her a wicked smile. “If you flood yourself all over the floor, my little slave, then I’ll have to make that adorable, little rump of yours, red with my flogger!”
“N-no!” Natalie cried, but then she put a hand over her mouth again.
Ms. Aalia raised an eyebrow at her. “No? You don’t want to be whipped? Good! Just keep it held in and it won’t happen!”
I’m glad she decided to ignore the fact that I blurted that out, Natalie thought. But she knows that I am so close to peeing everywhere, that she is probably planning to punish me anyway!
She released her grip on Natalie’s shirt and continued to dig into her omelet. She picked up the pace a little, until only a few pieces were left, and then she was done.
She got up and pushed the chair back across the linoleum. “Alright girls, now you can decide how you want to share it.”
She stepped back and both Natalie and Jennifer looked down at it. Another spurt of pee escaped from the brown-haired girl’s bladder and she cried out in desperation. There was no way she could decide what to do, when she was this close to bursting.
“Go ahead girls, dig in!” Ms. Aalia said. “If you hesitate, I will make you both eat it off of the floor like dogs! You don’t want me to be mean like Miss Annette, do you?”
On the plate, there was a little bit of the omelet shell, a shred of cheese, a couple pieces of chopped up bacon, and a slice of one of those sautéed mushrooms, left behind. A small piece of toast was left as well, all lathered up in melted butter, just waiting to be eaten.
"Jennifer looked it over and then glanced up at Natalie. “Do you want the… mushroom? You can have some of the shell and the bacon, if you want… I can have the toast and little bit of cheese…”
Natalie had no objections with that plan. “S-sounds good to me!”
Ms. Aalia put her hands on her hips and grinned. “Always the generous one, aren’t you, Jennifer? Either that, or you really like toast…”
Jennifer let out a nervous laugh and reached for her share. She ate it quickly, while Natalie used one hand to eat hers. Before long, the leftovers were gone.
But I’m still hungry, Natalie thought bitterly. And I really need to pee!
When they were finished, Ms. Aalia glanced at the new girl and pointed at the table. “Alright! It’s time for you to wash the dishes. That includes all of the pans over there, by the sink. You may go pee when you’re done, but not a moment sooner!”
Natalie groaned and looked over at the sink. I can’t do this… I can’t!
Ms. Aalia then glanced over at her other slave and gave her a smile. “Jennifer, you may use the bathroom. I’ll come up with more for you to do later. The breakfast was wonderful!”
Jennifer smiled and gave her a bow. “Thank you, Mistress! I am glad you enjoyed it!”
She hurried back into the bedroom, leaving Natalie and Ms. Aalia alone again. With one hand pressed into her crotch, the young slave attempted to collect the plate, glass, and silverware from the table. She just knew that the task ahead was going to be hell, but no matter what, it had to be done. |
CHAPTER 1: THE ARRIVAL
It was a particularly cold day that day in Windhelm. A perfect day for hot drink and warm bed, and warmer company in those beds. Nords in the Candlehearth are Hall enjoying this, while the Dark Elves and other 'undesirables' cozied up in the barely sustainable Grey Quarter, and the ever fashionable New Gnisis Corner Club. Late at night this day was, 3 hours to sunrise, on the 12th day of Frostfall, Sundas.
While most Argonians in Windhelm are just making peanuts working the docks, one Argonian happened to be on the approach to Windhelm, nearing the gates in a merchant's caravan. His name was Deed-Chath. A young Argonian male in his prime, snow was falling between the unarmoured green-grey scales on his neck, causing him to shake and clear che cold flakes from his scales. Deed squinted through the snow, so thick it was practically a mist coating the road ahead his snout poking out between his relatively protective helmet's plates "Are you sure there's a city here, Adalad?" The young Argonian spoke to his Breton companion, sat atop the carriage and carefully guiding the horses through the thick, mist-like snow. "Yes, yes, dear boy! How many times must I tell you, Windhold...er...Winterhelm? The city is right there! Look, you can practically see the walls now." Adalad pointed towards a vague figure in the fog and Deed squinted harder, scrunching up his face in concentration before giving a sigh.
"Fine, I'll take your word for it." he leaned back in his seat and took a swig of some cheap ale, hoping to warm hinself up. "This better be one hell of a city if I'm freezing my tail off in this stupid carriage..." he looked back to Adalad, who he would hopefully never have to see again. Deed took another sip of Ale and began digging through his satchel, continuing to absent-mindedly sip at his ale while removing a folded and now horribly wrinkled and stained piece of paper, re-reading the faint ink words to make sure he wasn't getting scammed out of his pay. "You, Freelancer do declare blahblahblah protect the carriage blahblahblah will recieve advance payment of 500 septims, then 500 more after journey is complete..." Deed read to himself. He folded the paper back over and stuffed it back into his satchel, heaving a sigh of boredom as he began to finish off the last quarter of his ale...
The Carriage suddenly came to a halt, with a loud snort and a cry of 'woah' from Adalad. Deed is tossed forwards and his ale is sent flying out the back of the cart and somewhere in the deep snow.
Deed groans and turns angrily around to yell some form of obscenity at Adalad. "Hey! You-" Deed is cut short as he notices the large, towering walls of Windhelm, and the sturdy iron gates shielding the inside of the town from their meagre carriage. Deed blinks several times before looking towards Adalad, who was talking in hushed tones to a burley looking guard in a face-concealing mask, another guard stood near the horse, seemingly inspecting it for illegal items strapped on or in the horses, while a third guard came around the rear of the carriage to inspect it's contents.
The guard clambered into the carriage with some grunts of effort, ignoring Deed, who began to stand up. The guard began poking through chests and baskets, turning kettles over, and inspecting corners like they were hiding the secret to divinity. Finally the guard looks at Deed, while another guard climbs into the carriage as well, he looks him up and down then scoffs. "Here to work the docks, lizard?" he crossed his arms over his chest. "I beg pardon?" Deed replied, surprised the guards would be so rude.
The second guard nudged the first and pointed at Deed's chest. "No dock scum I know wears steel plate, he must be a caravan guard let him be." the second guard turned to leave and the 1st guard followed. Deed took turned back to look at Adalad, who was seemingly finished talking to the gate-keeping guard, as the guard yelled an incoherent word up towards the top of the walls, and the doors began to open.
As the doors creaked and groaned, they began to reveal the city itself. Deed leaned forward, bracing himself on the rear of the driver's seat as they began moving forwards. Inside the town was several staircases, decorated with faded stone carvings of some sort of mythical beasts, beyond that was what looked like a lodge, or an inn of sorts. Deed grunted as he was shifted to the right, the caravan turned left to head up a thin ramp towards another block of the large city. Guided by guards, the carriage made its way into a large marketplace filled with empty stalls.
As the carriage rattled onward, Deed noticed the peculiar glances the guards were giving the duo. Some even appeared to be muttering under their breathe as the carriage passed. "Perhaps...they do not get many caravans here? But it is such a large city..." Deed spoke, mostly to himself, however Adalad answered. "Ahh, yes. You're new to Skyrim, right? Well this is Winderholdem, home of Cloaked Storms...something like that...they don't like non-Nords because they want Skyrim tax free or something, I try to stay out of politics..." Deed grunted in acknowledgement, and the carriage came to a slow halt.
"Right, Deed, we have 3 hours to sunrise, get us unpacked, and get ready to guard!" Adalad cheerfully cried, hopping down from the driver's seat and merrily marching towards the rear of the carriage. Deed scowled, watching the arrogant Breton strut by. "Hey! That is not in the contract! You want me to unload, that's EXTRA!" Deed shouted.
Adalad sighed annoyedly. "Fiiine..." he sighed. "Just...there's another 100 septims for you in it, and uh...I guess that whole bottle of Dunmer Ale, Nords hate it anyway..." Deed scoffed, but begrudgingly got to work. Fastening the bottle of ale into his satchel and sipping from it on occasion, he unloaded the carriage and set up a small perimeter for the stall-keepers to come get their goods. A small portable table here, a stool there, and chests surrounded by wooden walls, it looked similar to a stall on its own, but with the addition of a strange symbol painted crudely on the front of the portable desk, stall-owners and shopkeepers would know what they were there for.
Deed finished off the Dunmer Ale, giving a short belch and tossing the empty container into the deep snow, patting his stomach and seating himself on the rear of the carriage, he looked around for Adalad, so he could collect his final pay and maybe purchase a room and a meal at wherever the inn was.
Adalad however was nowhere to be found. Deed sighed, not wanting to leave the valuable merchant's stock unguarded, he would position himself comfortable on the carriage and waits for Adalad to return.
Deed rested his chin on his gloved hand and sighed, letting his mind wander. He realized that during the whole trip, he'd only taken a leak once on the journey! He let this roll over in his mind. As a waterborn creature by nature, he had a large bladder, and as a creature also naturally larger than most species, it was still a smidge larger, allowing himself plenty of breathing room for that. He discarded the thought and once again began to think. "Perhaps there will be some fair Argonian maidens in need of a virile and intelligant male such as myself..." he smiled at this thought, and took a short look around as if they might just magically appear because Akatosh felt kind that night...
Disappointed at the only women around being snow-women, Deed returned to boredom.
The sun began to rise and Deed groaned loudly, he'd been stuck freezing his tail off all night, while Adalad probably slept in a warm bed, laughing to himself that he got the guard to unload AND watch the cargo all night. "I'll have a talk with that Breton bastard later..." Deed spoke aloud. Deed layed back in the carriage and began to stare up into the sky, realizing that he'd been sitting there at least two and a half hours...he suddenly felt a small urge in his abdomen, somewhat hard to feel under his layers of armor, but a feeling everyone knows. Deed might need to pee.
Deed sat up again, treating the situation as a small annoyance, that he would properly deal with at an inn after Adalad returned. Deed curled in on himself somewhat and shivered, the cold probably made him realize his need to pee.
The sun had finally risen from its slumber, some warmth returning to the cold hold of Eastmarch, and the colder than ice tundras of Skyrim.
As the crimson morning rays of sunlight pierced the veil of fog and illuminated the walls around him, Deed saw the Breton returning to the caravan, his clothes untidy and his hat sideways, as well as his amulet of Mara gone. He was rubbing his forehead and slowly trundling over to the carriage, he stopped several feet in front of Deed, then scooped up a handful of snow and placed it against his head.
For several seconds nothing but the howling wind could be heard before Deed broke the silence.
"Adalad! You fool! We had 3 hours 'til sunrise and you managed to get robbed and beat up?!" Deed yelled with a tinge of panic in his voice, now how was he going to get payed?
The Breton groaned and pushed the snow against his forehead a little harder, giving a short sigh and looking up at Deed. "Keep your voice dow-aagh, please...I didn't get robbed, Nord women are just really rough..."
Deed glared at the man for about a minute, hopping off the carriage and pointing an accusatory finger at the hungover Breton. "You got drunk and banged Nord hookers in just 3 hours?!" Deed hissed "There wasn't even enough time for that! HOW did you even wake up in time to get out here?! You better be paying me an extra 200 spetims for my time!"
Adalad groaned in pain as the Argonian spoke, only paying half attention. "If you must know, it's an old Breton secret...now just...ugh...lemme just...yeah you'll get extra pay...now just...wait here with me until the shopkeepers come buy their stock.." Adalad stumbled over to the stool in the make-shift stall and sat down with a groan, scooping a second handful of snow up off the ground and beginning to eat it. "G'nn h'rse goah th' h'rses.." Deed sighed in annoyance, and spat his words at the Breton as if they were arrows dipped in frostbite venom. "Speak when your mouth is not full of snow, Adalad..."
Adalad raised one finger up at Deed, gesturing for him to wait as he swallowed the snow. Deed waited inpatiently, folding his arms across his chest. "Adala-" Deed began to spoke, but was interrupted as the Breton spat his snow out and spoke quickly. "GoputthehorsesonthethingwhereyouputthehorsespleaseDeedyou'regivingmeaheadache!"
Deed gave Adalad and unamused look and untied the horse from the carriage, bringing him several feet from the carriage when he realized the stables were OUTSIDE the city gates. Deed huffed, simply returning the horse to the carriage. Adalad seemed to pay no attention to this, instead simply nursing his quite obviously painful hangover. As Deed watched, amused at Adalad's pain, he thought for a moment. "I should book a room for later tonight at the inn so that I can just sleep whem I get the chance. Perhaps Adalad will let me go do that and I can use a chamber pot." Deed opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a guard, who hailed the duo. "Lizard, Breton, you need a permit to set up a stall in town, you can't just-" As the guard spoke, Adalad sat up and then groaned loudly to interrupt him, digging into his satchel while the guard then began to make a snide remark about lollygagging. Adalad slammed a piece of parchment on the stall counter and the guard huffed, dissatisfied he could harass them no longer. Deed realized he didn't know they needed a permit, or whether or not he would be needed to guard the stall all day...he dreaded the thought, and turned to Adalad. "Adalad." Deed said.
"Whaaaaaaaaaat?" Adalad whined.
"Where is the inn, I will book myself a room for tonight, and will you need me to stand guard all day? That costs extra." Deed placed his hands on his hips for emphasis.
Adalad shot up in his stool, a smile spreading across his face that likely meant no good was to come of the next statement. "An excellent idea, Deed! Stand guard here all day if you'd please, and if you can get to the Candlehearth befor-" Adalad was interrupted. "Candlehearth?" Deed inquired. "Is that the name of the inn? Where is it?" Adalad frowned. "I was going to tell you if you LET ME FINISH, impatient boy...it's in the middle of the square, and yes, it is the inn...they have drink and rooms, but eh...probably not for you. Aheh."
Deed cocked his head to the side, and gave the Breton a curious look. "Not for me? Why so? You better not be making up things so that you don't have to-" now Deed is interrupted by Adalad, who seems to have a tinge of 'backpedaling fear' in his voice. "Well I mean err...well it's just the Nords here and the Cloaked Stormers just don't like us...non-Nord folk...especially the ones that don't look like them. They tolerate a Breton, but an Argonian?" Adalad scoffs, then chuckles and gives a rude snort. "Fat chance."
Deed glares at Adalad, not unused to the rude Breton's mannerisms, he simply begins to walk in the direction of the inn. "I doubt you, I will check myself..." Deed calls over his shoulder.
Adalad says something in response, it sounds somewhat frantic but Deed chooses to ignore it, his bladder has only gotten more demanding since the sun has risen, and his crotch is beginning to feel...unconfortable...however as a dignified man he will hold it, and use a chamber pot at the inn.
Deed opens the surprisingly heavy door and finds...less people than he thought there would be. A drunk nord sits at the bar counter, mumbling into his tankard, a tired bard strums lazily at her lute, and a comely nord woman is absent-mindedly looking at wine and mead bottles for imperfections.
Deed approaches the bar, seating himself next to the drunken Nord and clearing his throat to get the barmaiden's attention. She begins to speak without looking at Deed, she seems to almost be reading from a script with how practiced her greeting is; "This here's Candlehearth Hall. Great room's upstairs, an' there's a bed for rent on the ground floor, food for the hungry, drink for the thirsty. My name is Elda what can I get y-" She seems to stop speaking as she turns to look at Deed, then blinks several times. "Ah...you must be new here..." she adopts a flat tone, it barely covers the contempt in her voice. "Is there something you need?" she raises an eyebrow at Deed.
"Yes ma'am, I just came into town and I would like to reserve a room for the day, and...eh...a little mead never hurt." Deed gave a polite smile, which Elda did not return. Without speaking she reached under the table and placed a tankard on the counter, then poured an already open bottle of mead into the tankard until it foamed to the brim. The amber liquid seemingly reminded Deed of his need to urinate, and he clenched his jaw lightly, but his thirst outweighed his other needs for now.
Elda looked Deed up and down. "Dock workers usually talk to Shatter-Shield, he runs the-" Deed cut her off "I am not here to work the docks...thank you...now about that room?" he leaned forward slightly, expecting her to give a price for it, but instead she shook her head. "Sorry lizard but we're packed right to the brim, we sold the last room about ten minutes ago. And that drink is 3 septims." the bartender went back to examining bottles.
Deed, sensing the agression towards himself gave a short grunt and placed 3 septims on the table before quickly downing his drink. Setting the tankard aside and scooting his stool backwards, he turned to his left and began to stand up, however as he stood, the scabbard of his sword struck the drunk Nord on the rear. Causing him to wake up, drunk and angry. He shot out of his stool and it clattered to ground, he looked to his right, then left, eyeing Deed's back as he began to exit the inn.
"'Ey! Shtupid Lizard! What've ya tah say fer y'self?!" the Nord approached Deed, who turned to face the man, confused. "Beg pardon, is something the matter, warm-blood?" the Nord eyed Deed up and down, crossing his arms defiantly. "Aye there'sh shomething wrong cold-blood, your shcabb'rd hit me! I'd been shleepin'!"
Deed cocked his head to the side, confused at the Nord's anger. "So?"
The Nord began to turn red in anger, like a drunken tomato. "Sho?! Sho?! Sho?! That'ere my favourite shleep! You gotta pay fer't!"
Deed scoffed. "How am I going to pay for you-" Deed was cut short by the stabbing pain in his jaw, as he was thrown back in surprise, stumbling into the wall and rubbing his jaw with a yell of pain, and his bladder reminded him that it was getting full.
"THAT'SH how y' can pay fer me sleep!" the Nord laughed, placing his hands on his hips in a triumphant .
Deed hissed at the man and threw himself at him in rage, sending a punch for the drunken Nord's beer belly.
The Nord gasped, the air being pulled from his lungs as he was struck off guard, in his surprise and drunkeness, he would stumble back and trip over his own fallen barstool, tumbling to the ground, a loud yell and a clatter of wood and metal landing in a crumpled heap of pain, with a loud THUMP, sucking air in winded gasps.
Deed blinked twice, not expecting his punch to be half as effective, he would quickly exit the inn, to avoid further confrontation, and the inevitable arrival of the guards.
Deed hurried his way back to the carriage and the makeshift stall, approaching the counter and looking at Adalad, who had seemingly managed to shrug off his hangover. He looked up at Deed and questioned him. "Any luck?" he grinned, already knowing the answer.
Deed grunted "Conflict of interests..." he sighed once more and leaned against the side of the makeshift stall, which would be his new post. Deed was not satisfied with today's events so far; he stayed out all night guarding supplies while Adalad got drunk, so he's tired, he didn't get a room at the inn, and he got into a fight which might get him jail time, and worst of all he 'still' had to pee. Deed scoffed in disdain for the city he had only just arrived at. "This place sucks..." he spoke aloud.
"Whatever, you're just jealous, scales..." Adalad chuckled.
Deed growled "Shut up, Adalad or I'm raising my fee."
"...whatever Deed..." |
After what felt like ages to Deed's ever filling bladder, and Adalad's aching head, a merchant finally strolled up to the stall, looking displeased with Adalad. The merchant in question was a burly Nordic man, wearing a blacksmith's apron, and a scowl.Adalad put on a smug face and began to speak. "Good morning, esteemed customer, here to restock y-” Adalad is cut off by the blacksmith, who scowls and speaks in a commanding tone. "Cut it with the gift of gab, Breton, I'm here for the ingots, and you better be selling at good rates...the last merchant re-stocker thought he could scam the honest folk out of their hard earned septims, know where he is now, Breton?" the Nord eyed Adalad fiercely, and Adalad calmly replied. "As a matter of fact, I don't." he folded his hands in his lap as he spoke, and maintained a polite tone."Exactly..."the Nord merchant spat."Oh I see..." Adalad said, in a somewhat low speaking voice, opening a nearby chest that Deed remembered was incredibly heavy when he was unloading it, in fact he couldn't lift it, he just dragged it to where it is now.As Adalad opened the chest it became apparent why it was so heavy...Steel, iron, and corundum ingots slowly stacked on the stall table as Adalad began counting them out for the merchant, who was digging in his coin purse for septims...Deed allowed his mind to wander, if only to take his need off his thoughts for awhile, he began to wonder what goings on were happening at home in Black Marsh, he began to miss the calm breeze and the nice, summer heat of the swamps...the gentle lapping of the streams against the banks and the lazy summer days in the- Deed grunted low and waved a hand over his crotch, catching himself before he ended up holding his groin. "Perhaps these memories are best left for the future..." he spoke to himself in a hushed tone, and shifted his legs slightly, shaking his head to get some snow off his snout. Deed watched the snowfall, in order to both kill time, and take his mind off of his need, while Adalad 'haggled' prices with his new 'friend'. Deed found their interactions amusing, chuckling as the Nord blacksmith continued to pressure Adalad. "Where oh where has Adalad's charm gone?" Deed laughed, watching as the Nord blacksmith walked away, hauling two bags of ingots over his shoulders, with obvious effort."Deed...Deed-Chath...I am paying you to look scary and protect me, you're an alligator man, you can't just let them walk up and threaten me, you oaf!" Adalad complained, rubbing his forehead with his finger and his thumb.Deed turned to look at the angry Breton "No, you payed me to get your cart here safely...this? This is extra...besides, you looked like you had it under control, with your Breton charms." Deed laughed, a short hissy laugh that Adalad showed clear disdain for. "Ugh, must you laugh in that manner? My poor head is going through enough pain as is without you doing...that damned laugh..." Adalad covered his ears with his heavily gloved hands, and rested his chin on the stall desk. "Perhaps you should go get a healing remedy from the local shaman, you debauchery loving fool." Deed shifted uncomfortably in place again, his need growing further...but he continued to suppress it."Perhaps...I might do that...but it was my idea, hear me?" Adalad chided. "Sure thing, my ever so wonderful employer..." Deed chuckled, and Adalad rose from his stool and hurried off in the direction of the nearest herbalist, shouting over his shoulder at Deed, "Run the stall while I'm out!" Deed scarcely cared to reply, already enjoying the benefits of the stall stool, leaning back in it and watching for potential merchants and thieves... "Not that there's much difference between the two..." Deed thought aloud, and he stared into the snowy morn...the mist had mostly cleared, but this early in the morning, even the merchants wouldn't be out for a while longer, so Deed drifted back into his thought, thinking of what he'd do with his payment, and all the extra pay coming with it, he went over what he would say and do should he encounter a thief, and he rehearsed quickly rising to get to a secluded location so that he can urinate in peace when the time comes...however Deed is pulled from his thoughts by a merchant, waving a hand in front of his face. "Frozen solid...the fate of Argonians in Windhelm..." The Dunmer merchant spoke in a solemn tone, before Deed blinked and swatted her hand away "Can I help you, ma'am?" he grumbled, leaning forwards in his stool.The Dark Elf didn't seem too surprised when Deed finally moved, she simply placed a piece of parchment on the table and took a step back.Deed skimmed the parchment lazily, then looked up at the Dark Elf. "You know...a dark elf merchant...they could call you a Dunmerchant!" Deed smiled slyly as he said this, the Dark Elf however was unamused at best. "You know there's a serial killer running around Windhelm and I pray to the Eight Divines that you are the next victim." She stated, in a tone colder than the windchill and ancient permafrost of the city surrounding them.Deed frowned. "Bad joke...right..." he cleared his throat and looked over the parchment once more, before reaching for a nearby sack labeled 'Dark Elf lady', slinging it onto the counter and holding his hand out for the septims. "547 septims, please..." Deed said in a polite tone.The Dunmer scoffed at Deed, and placed her coin pouch on the counter....and then another...and another. The merchant slung the sack over her shoulder and went on her way, towards a stall not far from Deed's. "People here are exceedingly rude..."Deed spoke to himself, and crossed his legs in the proper manly fashion. "One bad joke and they hate you forever...mph."
Deed, feeling his urge to urinate suddenly bolster itself three fold, slammed a hand into his groin, and his eyes widened as he began to come to a realization, he could definitely not ignore this need. The Argonian crossed his legs and bit at his bottom lip with his reptilian teeth. He pushed a hand further against his crotch and slowly the need began to numb, and fade away. Deed sighed with relief, however he heard a hushed voice behind him. “Deed if you just Liz-jizzed all over that stool I am not paying you.” Deed heard the familiar call of the Breton, Adalad’s voice somehow managed to become even more grating to Deed’s modestly sized ear holes…
“I did not just ejaculate into the stool, Adalad, if you must worry your tiny head about what I am doing...I had an itch on my crotch.” Deed wasn't sure whether Adalad would pry more, but he got his answer when the Breton shooed him out of the stool, and the disgruntled Breton hunched over the stall counter once more.
Deed returned to his post leaned against the stall, now keeping a hand on his belt for some monicome of comfort for his pressing need. Deed let his thoughts wander, trying to find a memory in recent history that was dry. Deed rested his head against the stall, and shut his eyes, envisioning the moment he arrived in the Nordic province of Skyrim.
Lush trees and forest growth gradually reeled back and slowly gave way to the tundra plains and mountainous hills of the beautiful province...rich in culture and mystery, Skyrim is ripe for the adventurer looking to make some bacon, bring it home, and then eat copious amounts in one sitting when they feel ill or injured, septim seeking smugglers peddle Skooma in through the docks of the major cities, and every cave holds danger from an age long past. Deed began to recall why he even came to Skyrim to begin with.
As with many others, Deed planned to make a living off high adventure and action packed work as a mercenary...despite his apprentice level knowledge of fighting with a sword, and being inexperienced in the world around him beyond the basics of Skyrim, tall tales told to him on the wagon in, and knowing it was damned cold...Deed knew, for certain, this was the life for him. He smiled to himself, sure that fortune awaited him...surely...it was not far off.
Deed’s thoughts of the future and past kept him preoccupied and his need to pee seemingly faded entirely, so he relaxed a little and focused more on his job iinstead of his crotch, looking the part, and feeling it, Deed’s confidence as a caravan guard and sellsword grew, and he began to think more deeply about training and physical activities before being ripped from his mind, into reality.
Deed heard it before he felt it, a snowball smacked him right on the back of the head, hearing the clunk of steel as his helmet pushed up on his head and covered his eyes, Deed whipped around violently to search for his attacker, and spied Adalad, forming another snowball. “Hey! Imbecile! Are you hearing me?”
“What is it, Adalad?” Deed grumbled, adjusting his helmet back into place.
“I brought you a stamina elixir, so you don’t fall asleep like a drunken Orc after...whatever Orc holidays they have.” Adalad reached behind his back and removed a green bottle from his waist, it was perhaps a pint of herbal elixir, and Deed could smell how foul it was through the cold, and from 8 feet off. He grumbled swears under his breath and took the elixir from the Breton, uncorking it and taking a large drink from it. It tasted surprisingly sweet despite the smell and after the sweet taste faded it tasted of...fish?
Deed grimaced as he took the bottle from his mouth. “I wouldn't know the difference between this and some moon sugar in a dead fish, Adalad, who did you buy this from?” Deed looked the bottle futily over for some kind of writing or markings.
“I got it from the White Bile.”
Deed sighed. “Adalad...how can you possibly get that name wrong? Can you even read? I can see the sign from here, it says White Phial.” Deed sighed and took another sip, feeling the effects of the lime green liquid. He suddenly gained a burst of energy, which he balanced by tapping his foot in the snow. The Argonian placed his stamina potion in his satchel after re-corking it, and got busy doing nothing, but now he was more alert and aware of his surroundings if not himself. “That stuff sure kicks in fast...what is in that anyway? Aside from fish...obviously…” he looked down at his satchel, tempted to take another swig. “
“Hm...if I remember anything from that basic Alchemy lesson I got behind a seedy alley in Dawnstar...I’d reckon it probably has purple mountain flowers...some Silverside Perch...which would explain the fish taste...and one single bee.”
Deed blinked. “Just...one bee?” he cocked his head to the side in confusion, despite not actually looking at Adalad from his post. “Yup, just one.” The Breton replied, matter-of-factly.
Deed let the conversation drop, but picked up his stamina potion and took another drink.
A grumpy, old-looking Altmer approached the stall followed closely by a much younger looking Nord.
“Well? What are ya standing there gawkin’ at? Give me my goods so I can get out of the cold, fool!” the Altmer says, rudely. Adalad sighs, and hands the High Elf a large sack filled to the brim with what looks like Alchemy supplies. “This’ll be up to good use...carry this for me, Quietus, while I pay this frozen Breton.”
Adalad begins to say something but Deed zones out, paying more attention to the sudden and somewhat more intense need to urinate that has just reared its ugly head again. Deed sighs and adjusts his position, pushing his thigh inwards to put pressure on his crotch, and tapping his gloved finger against the now frigidly cold stall. Deed shivers feeling a chill run along his back. Not up, but down. Deed turns his head, getting a view of his shoulder and realizes that snow managed to get inside his cuirass, now it’s melted and is dampening his layered gambeson. Deed mutters angrily and folds his arms, huddling up to protect himself from the vicious snowfall and the now bitter cold windchill.
Several hours go by, merchants come and go, restocking their wares, and the city warms up and the citizens of Windhelm begin to go about their day. The marketplace fills up quickly, and is soon a bustling beacon of activity that reminds Deed of home, with all the inhabitants going about their day Deed finds it charming and maintains a smile for a short time as the sun shines overhead, and snowfall lessens, however one thing has increased, Deed’s modestly rising need to urinate. After finishing his stamina elixir over the course of an hour or so, Deed is feeling the long-term effects which unfortunately don’t include stamina or alertness.
Deed taps his foot in the snow, making a satisfying crunch with every tap, taking his mind off his persistent need to empty his bladder.
Deed crosses his legs at the knee, and clenches his thighs together, keeping a satisfactory amount of pressure on his groin. Deed clenches and unclenches his jaw, he has to go the rest of the day like this...and it’s all Adalad’s fault! Deed considers asking for the rest of his pay and getting out of Windhelm as soon as he can, right after a good long piss, and a hot meal. Maybe he could- Deed is rudely interrupted from his thoughts by a guard who happened to be passing by shoving his shoulder into Deed’s torso from behind.
Deed lets out a yelp of surprise and tumbles head first into the snow, overcome with both anger and embarrassment the young Argonian momentarily forgets his bladder, turning to face his unknown attacker, while spitting snow from his mouth, and forcing more white flakes out of his nostrils.
The guard laughs, and 2 other guards watching from afar find this to be a clever jest, and begin laughing as well. “What is your problem, warm-blood?! Watch where you step, I am not hard to see!” Deed takes a step forward, snow crunching underfoot, he places his hand on the hilt of his sword and hisses low at the guards, who seem to only laugh harder at Deed’s anger.
“Well, lizard, you walked into me.” The guard slyly remarks. “With your fat snout in the way, you couldn't see me! I should fine you for assault.” The guard persists, his voice dripping with mirth. Deed raises his brow, awestruck at the audacity of what is supposed to be the city’s protectors. Deed’s blood begins to boil, and he grips the hilt of his sword harder, preparing to unsheathe it and take the bait hook, line, and sinker.
However Adalad steps between the guard and the Argonian. “Oh would you look at the time, Deed! We need to deliver this shipment of sweetrolls to Old Lady Palmer…”Adalad steps closer to Deed and whispers in his ear, placing a hand over Deed’s sword arm and forcing the blade to stay in its scabbard. “They’re playing you my boy, just ignore them...pay the fine if you have to…” The guard laughs and drowns out Adalad’s whispers. “What, is that your lover, lizard? Ha! This city belongs to the Nords, and we prefer it stay full of strong Nord men! Not pretty pink, pants pissing pansies.” the background guards laugh at this, and one shouts “Good alliteration, Jalmesk!”
Adalad drags Deed back to the stall, and shoves him against his post. It’s at this moment Deed remembers his bodily needs, he lets out a quiet gasp and, under the guise of wiping snow off his armor, begins to ‘pat-hold’ himself, and bite his lower lip, crossing his legs at the knee once more and leaning his shoulder against the side of the stall, putting as much pressure on his crotch as he can, while being as discreet as he can manage.
“Deed!” Adalad says, placing a small sign on the desk of the stall. “Come on I’ve gotta do something. “Wait.” Deed interrupts. “You had a ‘we are closed’ sign this whole time and withheld this knowledge from me?!” Deed raises his voice in anger, nearly shouting.
“No.” Adalad says, pointing to a small piece of charcoal in his hand. “I just made one with some charcoal from the smelter pile.” Adalad gestures to the blacksmith’s equipment barely 30 feet off, where the Nord blacksmith from earlier that morning was hard at work using a grindstone to sharpen an iron dagger.
Deed's anger subsides, but he still holds contempt towards Adalad. “Tell me where we are going and what I am doing or I will cut and run right now. I have a place I need to run…” Deed trails off and bites his lip slightly.
Adalad, only paying half attention to the Argonian dismissively comments off-hand “The new Garnet Corner Club.” he states, incorrectly, and begins to walk on a snowy path towards the Grey Quarter. Deed hearing only the words ‘new’ and ‘club’ follows behind Adalad closely, speed-walking to catch up with him.
Deed rubs his thighs lightly, his lower torso has grown numb in anticipation of chamber pots in a new club of sorts for now Deed suffers in silence, following closely behind Adalad and almost passing him in his haste to relieve himself.
Edited June 27, 2018 by Duarg
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It was barely 5 minutes since they made off to the New Gnisis Corner Club, but to Deed it had felt like just under a month...they were approaching a run-down barely maintained abomination of wood and metal, it could only have looked worse if it were set on fire, and that might actually be an improvement...Deed didn’t care, however. Run-Down or not, it was a club! A tavern! It was holding sweet relief from within in the form of a copper pot. Deed and Adalad marched through the snow, Deed could hardly contain his predicament for much longer. Deed was disguising his urgent need by rubbing his hands as if for warmth directly in front of his crotch. Adalad didn’t seem to notice, or just didn’t care. “It’s quite a building...I wonder if it’s enchanted to make it not fall apart.” Adalad jested, crossing his arms as if he had made the world’s funniest joke.
Deed hurried passed Adalad, the Argonian’s tail whipping from side to side, slapping the Breton in the side and knocking him off-balance.
Deed threw open the shoddy wooden door and entered the small establishment, despite the ragged appearance it was surprisingly warm inside. A Dunmer man stood at the counter, feigning interest in a conversation with an Argonian male and an Argonian female who sat on stools at the bar. Deed approached the bar at a brisk pace and caught the attention of the barelf by slapping a hand against the counter. “I need a room. Here is the coin.” he dropped probably way too many septims onto the counter, he was now bobbing up and down in place, and had begun biting his lip hard, the dented scale almost puncturing under his teeth.
The Dark Elf blinked, looked the Argonian over and then put on an expression of concern. “Are you about to die?” he asked. “If you’re about to die, let me know, I don’t want to be surprised in 2 days time when I find a corpse in one of our rooms.”
Deed sighed and gave the man a look of pure desperation, his eyes pleading with the man. He had never felt so...weak.
“Please sir just tell me where the room is or there is going to be yellow snow before the day is even over!” he spoke in a voice just low enough for the barman to hear and swallowed hard, almost as if swallowing his pride.
“Alright just...eh...up the stairs and down the hall to the left we have the public chamberpot, alright? Jeez.” The dark elf broke away from the conversation and Deed hurried towards the stairs, he began to fly up the stairs his pace was so quick, but it took him only seconds to see this was a bad idea.
Deed let out a gasp as he felt it, his stream had begun. Deed shot his hands into his groin and whimpered, stopping halfway up the third flight of stairs he was so quick. Deed pushed his hands into his crotch with all his might, until it hurt. The stream had died along with any pride the Argonian had before, though he may be able to salvage some of it. He could feel it in his cloth undergarments, and the gambeson under his armor. Deed was lightly dampened, he could feel the warm wet fabric rubbing against his scales. Deed cursed low as he struggled to stand upright again. The pressure on his groin was so immense...it felt as if an ocean was pushing out of his crotch, trying to be free.
Deed’s groin then numbed over, and he slowly made his way up the stairs, bent down, hands buried in his lap.
Deed struggled up the stairs, determined to make it. His breath came in ragged gasps through his grit teeth. He bit his lip so hard it was bleeding, and the flesh under the scales rubbed raw.
As Deed cleared the last step, he chuckled. He laughed, surprised at his own abilities, he laughed a jolly laugh before he whimpered again and fell to his knees, as another spurt barreled past his defences. The stain growing wider along the unseen fabrics underneath his armor.
Deed struggled to his feet again and stumbled down the hall, he came upon a door with a small wooden sign next to it that said ‘Bless this Arse.’ Deed threw open the door and hurried into the stall, only to be met with a shriek!
Deed, caught off guard, let out his own yell, and felt as more warm urine seeped into his trousers, and he pressed against his crotch even harder, letting out a short whimper.
Inside the small room was a chamberpot, kept underneath a wooden box-like setup, with a hole in the middle so that waste could be disposed of. However at this time, it was being used. By a Dunmer woman, sat on the wooden throne and currently urinating into the pot, her pants around her ankles, and her legs now closed together to protect against Deed’s wandering gaze. She was aghast at Deed’s presence, and was using her hands as well to cover the front of her crotch. She stuttered for a moment before finally saying a coherent word. Her peeing had stopped. “Get out! Get out of here!” she commanded, gritting her teeth angrily at Deed.
Deed stuttered some apologies and exited the room swiftly, tail literally between his legs to help him hold.
Deed began to undo the knot on his belt, dropping to his knees and panting, he was at the end of his rope. It was coming time...time. Time! “That’s it…” Deed gasped under his breath, and raised one knee, so he was kneeling. “Akatosh...please...g-grant me...more...time!” Deed prayed to the dragon god of time, pleading with anyone he could think of to help him. His prayers may have been answered, as no sooner did Deed finish these words, he felt as though he could hold on...just a bit longer.
Deed gasped and rose to his feet, finally getting his belt off his waist and holding it in his hand, pressing it into his crotch.
The door opened and the Dunmer woman exited the room, avoiding eye contact with Deed as she stalked past him. Deed shot into the chamber pot’s chamber, throwing the door shut behind him. Deed had begun to fiddle with the topmost button on his pants when his borrowed time ran out.
As the last grain of sand fell in the hourglass, Deed started to pee. His stream slowly trickled out as he worked with his pants, Deed got his button undone and began to pull his pants down, but he had already felt the damage.
A warm sensation filled Deed’s lower body and a quiet hissing sound was heard, and a soft pattering of liquid on fabric. The warm liquid spread all over his crotch, underneath, lapping at the base of his rump. Urine had spread across the front of his gambeson, making it heavy with liquid. The flood filled his pant legs, spreading around the front and inner sections, warming the scales of his thighs as it progressed. But thankfully it stopped near his knees as Deed wrenched his pants down, and allowed himself the freedom to pee into the pot. The liquid caught in his clothes ran down his legs and continued to warm his calves, seepign into his boots. A puddle formed unerneath him, and the previously lightly colored wood was darkened heavily. A loud splash and liquid hitting liquid was heard, Deed gasped, groaned, moaned even with relief. His knees felt weak as his overdue balance was finally payed. Deed almost dropped to his knees he was overwhelmed with utter euphoria and he now knew the true meaning of bliss. Bliss was in the piss.
Deed breathed heavily, and continued to urinate into the pot for a full 2 minutes. Deed’s bladder muscles ached...in his overwhelming sensation of pleasure he still had the heated embarrassment in the back of his mind. He has still pissed his pants, and thoroughly. As Deed shook the last drops from his member, and climbed out of his pants to inspect the damage, he sat on the wooden seat of the chamber pot, and rested his arms on his knees. To catch his breath. Deed was tired...so very tired. Deed leaned back against the wooden wall of the restroom, and shut his eyes. Deed let out a sigh before picking up his pants, gathering his shattered pride and exiting the restroom to find the room he would spend the night in, leaving behind the puddle as evidence, as it slowly turned cold and soaked into the wood. |
“Ugh, sometimes I really hate my husband,” Rocelyn complained as she walked her lunch tray to the usual table. Her beautiful Hispanic features frowned as she spoke to Marcy, her best friend. They had met in college and had found work in the same company afterwards, albeit in different departments.
“What did he do now?” Marcy was slightly shorter and bustier than her 5’10 companion. The two ladies turned heads where ever they went.
“Oh my God, he went to watch football at the fucking bar again and didn’t even answer my calls. He didn’t get home until 10:00 and then complained the dinner I made him was cold! I offered to reheat it for him but he just blew me off and went to sleep.”
“Fuck, men are such pigs sometimes. Howard would have probably been at the bar with him except his car is being repaired and I picked him up from work.” The two women were now seated and nibbling lunch as they spoke.
“Yeah, no doubt- those two love drinking together. I bet Josh was upset he didn’t have his favorite drinking buddy with him last night, but I’m sure he found some other moron to waste time with. Why am I not good enough to watch the game with?” Rocelyn slammed her fists down on frustration on the table, on the verge of tears.
Marcy immediately reached over to grab her friend’s hands. “Oh honey, you’re so beautiful- he doesn’t know how lucky he is….”
A tear rolled down Rocelyn’s face. “Well, how am I supposed to make him appreciate me?”
Marcy bit her lip and hesitated. She had promised Howard that she wouldn’t tell… but this was a special situation with her closest friend. She really didn’t want her to go through a divorce- maybe she could help.
Marcy leaned in and whispered, “OK, you have to promise me you will never say a word about this to anyone.”
Rocelyn nodded. “I promise.”
“One night after getting drunk like usual with Josh and the other hoodlums, Howard came home after I had already gone to bed. He was so hammered he got into bed with his dirty clothes still on and passed out immediately. Well, I woke up in the morning to find the bed and my own pajamas soaked- he had wet the bed. I shook him awake and he was so embarrassed that he offered to do all the laundry, which he never does.” Marcy raised her eyebrows for emphasis.
Rocelyn whistled softly. “Wow, he actually peed in his sleep? What a baby. What happened next?”
“Well, it was a nice change from the usual fight we have after one of his drunken stupors- his accident and embarrassment was punishment enough so I didn’t have to yell at him. He stopped binge-drinking for a few months and started coming home from the bar in time to have dinner with me. But for some reason, my thoughts kept drifting back to the one morning and his soaked jeans…”
Rocelyn giggled. “What… you were turned on- you dirty slut!”
Marcy blushed. “I had no idea why it was getting me so hot. We had a lot of sex for a few weeks there- Howard thought it was because he wasn’t getting drunk anymore.” Marcy snickered audibly and rolled her eyes.
Rocelyn pressed on, deeply curious now. “But Howard has gone back to his usual drinking- him and Josh stay out late together all the time!”
Marcy’s eyes sparkled as she flashed her girlfriend a naughty smile. “We have a stripper pole in our basement. I stay up until he gets home then handcuff him to it. Then I make him drink water, which is also good for his hangover by the way, until he wets his pants like a naughty little boy right there on the pole. He has started getting turned on by this pee stuff too. He’s always rock hard after he pees himself then we have amazing sex in the shower and go to bed. Sometimes we fuck again in bed that same night.”
Rocelyn gasped. Her own sexual juices had started flowing right there at the lunch table. She could never have imagined the two of them being into something so dirty, so forbidden, so hot…. “Do you ever…”
Marcy blushed again as her friend’s voice tailed off. “Yes, sometimes when I act naughty, he binds me to the pole and does the same thing to me. Sometimes I’ll leave work bursting for a piss just because we’re both in the mood for fun. You have to be careful though- I leaked a bit in my car the other day cuz I hit traffic on the way home. I tried to make it to the toilet but couldn’t get there in time and soaked my nice grey skirt right in the kitchen. Howard had been struggling to hold on until I got home too- he lost control too when he saw me pee myself.”
Rocelyn stammered, unable to speak. His mind visualized the scene Marcy had just described. Her sexy black husband holding his manhood waiting for his wife at home, just trying not to disgrace himself. And then there was her… waiting in traffic as her pee escaped her body inadvertently, slowly drenching her panties, then pantyhose, then skirt…. Then that ultimate moment when her body couldn’t hold on a moment longer and she peed herself before she could get to the bathroom with her husband watching in equal desperation, also wetting himself.
Marcy bit her lip as her gorgeous friend’s face glowed with obvious sexual excitement. Maybe this was an opportunity to push things into an area she had always fantasized about… “Hey, want to try something cool….”
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Eight hours later, Rocelyn was bursting with excitement as she sipped white wine on her cozy little sofa. Just as they had anticipated, Josh and Howard were at the bar watching football. Rocelyn and Marcy had left work early to set up a secret webcam in Marcy’s basement which was now live streaming onto Rocelyn’s laptop. A notification from her iPhone sounded- the match had just ended. That meant Josh would be home in about 15 minutes and Howard in 20. Rocelyn closed her laptop and turned on an episode of Gilmore Girls to begin her carefully plotted act.
Fifteen minutes later, the door burst open and in walked her husband. “Honeeeey, I’m hooooome!” Rocelyn ignored him as he wobbled over to her tried to kiss her. She pulled away. “Get lost, Josh- you know I hate it when you don’t come home on time.”
“But baby, I texted you this time!”
“No you didn’t- here look!” She showed him her iPhone- she had deleted his message earlier.
His face scrambled in confusion. “I thought I did- please make love to me baby… I’M HAWNY!”
She pushed him away and went into her office where she had conveniently stashed her laptop. She surfed the internet until five minutes later, when she heard light snoring coming from the living room- it was time for fun! She turned on the live feed again and it started after a couple of seconds. She was treated to Marcy dressed in silk red lingerie and a shirtless Howard cuffed to the pole. He squirmed helplessly as Marcy forced him to gulp down water, tickled him with a feather duster, pushed on his bladder, and played with his cock through his jeans.
Rocelyn’s own bladder was quite full as she hadn’t peed since getting home. All the wine she had been drinking was making its way to her bladder, making her hornier still. She ripped off her lounge pants as a small wet spot appeared on Howard’s crotch and started rubbing herself feverishly through her white cotton panties. Soon, Howard had soaked his jeans down to his thighs and Rocelyn’s wet panties had been pulled to the side. Her bladder made its protests heard as she masturbated, but she was too horny to stop. Her fingers moved in and out of her pussy as she rubbed hard her clitoris hard with her other hand. Both her feet were up on the desk now, she was so close to climaxing.
On her screen, Howard lost all control as Marcy spanked his butt with the handle of the feather duster. As she watched the wet streaks run down his legs, Rocelyn orgasmed. She screamed with pleasure as her bladder surrendered its battle. She peed hard all over the chair and the floor beneath her, as her vaginal muscles pulsed with pleasure and relief.
“W-What the HELL are you doing?” Reality set in with a jolt as Rocelyn heard her husband’s voice behind her. Still peeing, she desperately tried to close the laptop, but the chair rolled back as she leaned forward. Breathing heavily, she was just able to plant her feet into her giant pee puddle below to avoid slipping off the wet chair completely. She sat in wet, guilty silence as her husband took in the shocking scene in front of him- his wife masturbating to his drinking buddy wetting himself, Marcy now performing oral sex on the laptop screen, the giant pee puddle on their wood floor…..
Josh pulled back the chair- Rocelyn still wouldn't face him. He lifted up his wife’s face and lowered himself to kiss her lips. She finally relaxed and kissed him back. The embrace intensified and she got up to drag him into the bathroom. Ripping off articles of clothing on the way there, they were fully nude as they stepped into the shower. As the hot water ran, Josh realized the fullness of his own bladder and sprayed his wife with hot pee. The mighty erect penis drenched Rocelyn’s face, breasts, and lower regions as water ran down her back. She began massaging his manhood and it grew larger still as he finished peeing. He lifted up his wife against the wall of the shower and fucked her like never before. They came together, her for the second time in the last ten minutes, and collapsed on the shower floor in a loving embrace. They looked at each other and smiled blissfully- it was the start of a new chapter in their marriage.
Edited June 26, 2018 by fullbladder
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Getting Wet Inside Jabu-Jabu’s Belly
The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time fanfiction by MasterXploder
Commissioned by Irvinegamer
With thanks to Captain L for editing
(Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised)
Lord Jabu-Jabu of Zora’s Domain was a big fish, and not just in the metaphorical sense. The zora guardian took up a good deal of the fountain he resided in, and could very easily swallow a person whole if they were not careful. For as large as he was, however, he looked even bigger on the inside.
This was what Link, the young hero from Kokiri Village, had just discovered. Standing with his back to the insides of Jabu-Jabu’s teeth, he took his first step into the guardian’s body, cringing as his boot stepped in water mixed with saliva.
“I agree with you, Link,” said Navi, his faithful fairy companion. “This is the least pleasant place we’ve been to so far.” She looked over at the bubbles, strange tentacles, and other gross things before turning back to him. “But King Zora’s daughter is supposed to be in here somewhere, and we can’t get the Zora’s Sapphire if we don’t bring her back. We’ll just have to get this over with as soon as we can.”
Link only nodded in response. The Zora’s Sapphire was the last stone they needed for their plan to stop Ganondorf. He would brave any danger to save Hyrule, no matter how gross it was.
Trekking across the room, Link and Navi came to a red wall not unlike the valve in a heart.
“Looks like this is the door leading inside,” said Navi, “You ready to go in, Link?”
Navi did not expect any reply more than an affirmative noise, but Link was still strangely quiet in that moment. “Um, Link? You ready?” she asked again, turning to him. She found Link glancing off to the side with a look of worry. “Are you alright? What’s the matter?”
Link looked at her and, after a couple seconds, put one hand below the belt of his tunic and rubbed his knees together.
“Oh,” sighed Navi, “Do you need to use the bathroom?”
An embarrassed Link nodded.
“Well, I guess it’s been awhile since we’ve taken a break for that,” said Navi, “But I don’t think we can stop now. The princess might be in danger right now, and I don’t think the zoras would like it if you just relieved yourself inside their guardian. Do you think you could hold it for a little while?”
Link frowned at Navi’s words. In truth, he had needed the bathroom for a little while now, but he didn’t want to mention it ever since they found Ruto’s message in that bottle. He knew that rescuing others came far before taking care of his potty problems, so he stood up tall and put his determined face on.
“I’m sorry, Link,” said Navi, “We’ll get through this as long as we stay careful. Now let’s go find the princess!”
Not more than a couple rooms further in stood the young Princess Ruto. She was unharmed and not in danger at the moment, but that didn’t mean she had cause to be happy.
“What is with all this gross stuff?” she bemoaned while looking at the strange tentacles and other creatures nearby. She had been in Jabu-Jabu enough times to know that these things were not normal. Then again, ever since that strange red-haired man showed up, nothing had really been normal in the domain.
As much as she wanted to get away, Ruto had no choice but to go forward. The Zora Sapphire, her most precious stone, had gone missing somewhere inside Jabu-Jabu’s depths. She was only ever to give it away to whoever would become her husband. How could she possibly marry someone without it?
But Ruto then became aware of a more immediate problem than that. She groaned as she put a hand on her groin and rubbed her legs together. “Ugh, I forgot to go pee today.”
This was no slight need, either. Her bladder felt quite uncomfortable, right at the point where she’d be looking for the bathroom under normal circumstances. How she had not noticed this earlier was beyond her. In any case, trying to find her stone with this distraction would be a bad idea.
Good thing this wasn’t the first time she had been in here while really needing to go. She knew of a place in Jabu-Jabu’s body that worked to filter minerals out of the water, so she could tinkle in there without harming him. “I hope you won’t mind the detour,” she said out loud, though she didn’t know if Jabu-Jabu could hear her.
But before she could take a single step, the sound of the door opening behind her got her attention. Someone else was in here? She was not expecting company, to say the least. My father better not have sent someone after me.
Standing up tall and refined, Ruto turned around to meet the surprise guests. She expected to see a zora or two, but instead found a young boy in green clothes and a fairy approaching her.
“You! Who are you?” she asked.
“Excuse us,” said the fairy, “I’m Navi, and this is Link. Are you Princess Ruto, by chance? We came in here because we heard you might be in danger.”
“What? Are you saying my father asked you to come here to save me?” Already, Ruto felt her temper flaring up. “I don’t care what he wants, I’d never ask anyone to do such a thing!”
“But that letter in a bottle we found…”
“What letter in a bottle?” Someone actually found that? Ruto shook her head. “Whatever, I can’t go home right now. Both of you, get out of here, understand?”
Turning around, Ruto walked away with a huff and her head turned up. Things were already bad enough, and having someone else around was definitely not what she needed right now. With any luck, they would both take the hint and disappear from her sight.
“Eeeeyaaaahhhh!”
It turned out that Ruto was the one who would disappear. With her eyes looking elsewhere, she did notice the hole in the floor in front of her, and fell straight through to the room below. She hit the ground legs-first, feeling a sharp pain go through both limbs from the impact. “Gaah!”
Ruto slowly stood back up, wincing from the pain. Her legs really hurt now, and the idea of walking through this entire place filled her with dread from how much pain it would put her in. Furthermore, as she only now discovered, the shock of the impact had caused a small bit of urine to leak onto her legs. Even she couldn’t believe how quickly things had gone from bad to worse.
“Princess Ruto!”
And they would only get worse, it seemed.
Ruto straightened herself out right before Link jumped down through the hole and stood eye-to-eye with her once more.
“Y-you’re still hanging around here? I told you to go away!” she yelled.
“We’re sorry, princess, but we can’t leave here without you,” said Navi, “Are you alright, by the way? That was a pretty sudden fall.”
“I’m…” hurting from the waist down, and I really need to pee, she wanted to say. “I’m okay. I’ve been coming inside here since I was little. I know how to keep myself safe.” Of course, there was no way she was going to admit such things to people she had never seen before, let alone ones coming to her rescue.
On the other hand, she knew she wasn’t getting very far on her hurt legs, not even to that spot where she could safely pee. If she played this just right, these annoying intruders may end up working out to her favor.
“Tell you what,” she started, “There’s something very important to me somewhere in here, and I’m not leaving without it. If you help me find it, I’ll go straight back to my father. Deal?”
Link frowned for a moment like he was worried about something, but Navi interjected before he could talk. “Well, if that’s what it will take, then I guess we’ll just have to help out.”
“Great!” Ruto smiled at them for the first time. “Now then,” she continued as she sat down on the floor, wrapping her arms around her raised knees. “I shall now give you the privilege of carrying me.”
“Carrying you?”
Ruto scoffed. “It is a high honor in the zora kingdom to carry the princess wherever she wishes. You should be grateful that I’m asking this of you!”
Navi and Link exchanged looks at each other. “Looks like we’ll just have to play along,” said Navi.
Link didn’t look very happy to hear that, but he walked behind Ruto and lifted her over his head regardless. This boy is stronger than he looks, noted Ruto.
But more importantly, her plan seemed to be working. With Link carrying her around, she could easily hide her injuries and need to pee for the time being. Still, the sooner they found her stone, the quicker she could get out of her and take care of her problem.
“Onward, servant!” she declared, “and don’t even think about getting feely with my bottom, got it?”
Link could no longer deny it; this was the worst part of his journey by far. Walking around the insides of a fish and dealing with gross monsters was bad on its own. Carrying around a bratty princess as she made demand after demand only doubled his misery.
But the worst part of this whole mess was the constant pressure from his bladder. It seemed like now that he had noticed it, his need to go kept getting worse a lot faster than he would have thought. Having to carry Ruto meant he couldn’t use his hands to hold himself and alleviate some of the discomfort. If not for her nagging, he probably would have set her down to run behind a corner and let loose a long, satisfying pee by now.
So he kept enduring for everyone’s sake, even with all the pain it caused him. He didn’t even leak a drop in one place where he had to swim across a channel, despite how his bladder all but begged for release in all that water. Navi pointing out that peeing in the water Jabu-Jabu had drank would be really rude and might make him sicker helped a little with that.
Eventually, they returned to the room with all the holes they had fallen through. “Hmph, still no sign of my stone,” huffed Ruto, “That must mean it’s deeper inside Jabu-Jabu. Let’s move it, servant!”
Link groaned in response as he stepped forward, carefully avoiding the other holes along the way. Soon, they were in front of the next door.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” asked Ruto, “Get going al-”
“Hah!?”
Link’s entire body tensed up in that moment, as he suddenly felt something leak into his underwear. Something warm and wet, much more worrisome than the wetness he got from swimming not long ago. In his kneejerk reaction, he all but tossed Ruto down and shot his hands to his groin while he bounced from one foot to the other.
“Hey, what the…!” Ruto grit her teeth, stood up, and turned around. “What are you doing, servant? You do not handle a princess in such a manner!”
Link would apologize later, but right now, he was more focused on keeping the rest of his urine inside his body. His dancing paid off, thankfully, and his need lessened to a tolerable, but still uncomfortable, level.
“Are you kidding me?” Link looked up to find Ruto scowling at him with her hands on her hips. “Did you really forget to go potty before you came in here?”
Even with an angry princess in front of him, Link could not lie. He simply nodded while wiggling his hips.
“Ugh, typical,” muttered Ruto, “Well, you better hold it. We’re not stopping until I find my stone and get out of here. There isn’t anywhere to do that in here, anyway.”
More words Link didn’t want to hear, even though he already knew what she was going to say. The pressure was getting painful at that point, but yet again, his only option was to bear it until they were done with this place.
Mustering his strength, Link put his hands back at his sides and gave Ruto an affirmative nod.
“Good, now may we please move on?” asked Ruto, sitting back down to her carrying posture.
Link only sighed as he squatted and lifted Ruto back over his head and went through the door. The doubts that he could hold it through the whole way only grew stronger, but it was not like he could stop now. He just had to remind himself that it was all for Hyrule and the princess. Any pain was worth it for that.
Ugh, I didn’t think this could get any worse!
Now above Link’s view again, Ruto went back to nibbling her lip with worry. There was still no sign of her stone, but that had taken a backseat to the other predicament in her mind.
Her need for a bathroom had gotten worse much faster than she had expected. Sitting atop Link and halfway curled gave her little means to resist the pressure from her bladder. If she tried to squeeze her legs and hold herself, Link would surely notice and ask if something was wrong.
Then that boy had to go and reveal he really needed to pee, too. As if she needed another reminder of how bad she had to go; it took everything she had to not hold herself while Link was having his potty dance. Even so, there was no way she was going to say anything now. She was a strong princess, not some little kid who had to tell someone she just met that she needed the toilet. She certainly wasn’t going to let him know of where he could pee, either. Just being around there might prove too much for her to handle, and she would have no cover to hide from a boy’s curious gaze.
Her only hope was that the Zora’s Sapphire was only a stone’s throw away from here. As soon as they grabbed it and got out of Jabu-Jabu, she could hop into the waters of the fountain and release a cloud of yellow mist out of everyone’s sight. The guardian wouldn’t mind; it would be like a drop in a bucket given the fountain’s size.
Ruto shook her head. Just thinking of how she would pee would make her lose control. It was time to focus now, more than ever, and find that stone. On her honor as princess, she would not let this trouble get the better of her.
The search continued from there, albeit at a slower place. In addition to the growing dangers deeper in, Link was forced to be very careful with his movements if he wanted to keep his shorts dry at that point.
The kids now found themselves stepping into a new room. Like a few others, this room was a dead-end, just another square full of weird creatures and seemingly nothing else.
“Ugh, still no sign of my stone,” said Ruto, “Servant, let’s turn around and check somewhere else.”
“Wait, Link!” Navi flew up to him, “It feels like there’s something hidden inside here. I think we should try taking out the monsters in here first.”
Link nodded, feeling something off about the room as well.
“Really?” Ruto groaned, “Fine, but make it quick!”
Setting Ruto down, Link stepped forward, his movements stiff and slow. The enemies before him were those weird, sharklike manta rays that liked to glide along in the ground. Normally, Link would use his sword and shield to fight them, but with his bladder restricting his movements so much, he knew that would not be a good idea this time. For this fight, he would have to take a different approach.
Reaching into his tunic, Link pulled out a set of deku nuts in one hand, and his slingshot in another. As soon as one of the creatures got close, he tossed a nut down at the ground, emitting a bright flash that forced the monster into the air. He then quickly took aim and fired seeds at the beast, felling it after only a couple hits. This tactic worked the same with the other monsters, and soon the room was clear of beasts.
Immediately after, a strange light appeared in the center of the room, forming into a big, wooden chest, just like Navi and he predicted. Link lifted the chest open and jumped up to reach in and take its contents. He turned around and held up his prize in triumph: a boomerang fit for a young hero.
“Good work, Link!” said Navi.
“Hmph, I guess you know how to fight,” said Ruto, who stood at the door with her arms crossed. “Now can we please move on before-”
“Gah!”
With nothing holding it back in his triumphant pose, Link felt a long spurt hitting his shorts, enough to seep through and appear as a wet spot on his tunic. Immediately, he dropped the boomerang and shoved both hands as tight as he could onto his groin, bending over and putting everything he had to keep that spot from growing.
“L-Link? You okay?” he heard Navi speak. Somewhere further away, he also picked up a gasp from Ruto.
Link could only gasp and breathe in response. Even if he could talk right now, he was definitely not okay. Even with all his strength, he could feel his hold slipping away. Just a couple seconds later, and the next leak escaped, leaving a damp feeling on his hands. This was followed by a third spurt that dribbled onto the floor, then a fourth, each accompanied with another squeak from him.
And then, with a whine from Link, the floodgates fully opened, making his last spurts seem like little leaks in comparison. The wet patch on his tunic grew to be visible outside of his hands’ reach, though it was nothing compared to the soaking his shorts and underwear received. His hands grew mighty wet as he continued holding his spraying boyhood in vain. Several warm trails ran down his legs and into his boots, creating a gross, damp feeling against his feet. The rest of it fell onto the ground in several broken drops, creating a light piddling noise and a small puddle around his boots.
A full spectrum of emotions ran through Link’s mind the whole time he was wetting himself. In the back of his mind was the relief of finally draining his overfilled bladder, but it could not hold a candle to the shame and humiliation that burned through him. He was supposed to be the chosen hero, yet here he was peeing his pants for the first time in who knows how long. That there were girls to witness him doing this only doubled his embarrassment.
“Oh, Link,” said Navi in a tone of sympathy and concern. She wanted to say more, but soothing a kid that just wet himself was not something she had any experience in. She could only hope that Ruto was not about to say something that would make his misery any worse.
Fortunately for them, Ruto could not even form a coherent thought at the moment. Link’s wetting had caught her off-guard as much as him, and all she could do was stare with an open mouth at the accident unfolding before her.
It should have been the grossest thing she had ever witnessed, and this was coming from a girl who regularly hung out inside a fish. Even then, she did not want to look away. Every detail, from the big wet spot on his clothes, to the large puddle that grew around him, to his beet-red face and eyes on the verge of shedding tears, made Link look not gross but… cute, in a way. It was enough to make Ruto feel genuine concern for him, and a certain other feeling as well. It took her a moment to figure out what this feeling was, but once she did, she could not help but giggle with a hand covering her mouth.
“Huh?” Both Navi and Link looked at Ruto having her giggling fit. “What’s with you now?”
“Tee hee hee,” Ruto kept laughing, “H-has anyone ever told you how cute you look when you’re really upset?”
“Hey, this is no time to be mean right now!” said Navi. Meanwhile, Link only stared in a manner not unlike a small dog’s.
“I’m not trying to,” said Ruto between laughs, “But you’re just so adorable when you have to pee-eep!”
It came out. Not all of it, but enough for her to hear it hit the ground. Ruto stopped her laughing at once, crossed her legs, and crammed her hands onto her groin. Her time was running out; she had maybe seconds before it all came spilling out.
Of course, Link and Navi had seen it all happen, and now they only gawk in response. “Um, Princess Ruto? Do you need to go, too?” asked Navi.
“I… I…” Ruto stammered, her face as red as Link’s. “Don’t you dare follow me!” She turned around at once and waddled out of the room, thankful that the door closed on its own.
“Ahhh, no, why now?” She panted as she shuffled down the hall, gritting her teeth and keeping one eye closed. Her legs still stung a bit from the fall, but that was the least of her worries right now. Her cheeks burned from the humiliation of nearly wetting herself in front of another person. That he had just had an accident mattered little. And now, she was mere moments away from having the longest pee in a good while, with nowhere suitable to go in sight.
At least, that’s what it looked like. In her desperation, it had become too difficult to think of anything other than I gotta pee, I gotta pee, I gotta pee! As such, she was not paying much attention to where she was going, or what was around her.
A loud screech in front of her changed that.
“Waaaaah!” Ruto jumped back, landing on her bottom. Opening both eyes, she saw the worst things she could see right now: monsters, more than a few, and all of them looking very angry at her. Her mind going blank in panic, Ruto scrambled backwards on all fours, unaware of the small trail of dribble she was leaving on the floor. But as fast as she could crawl away like this, the monsters were faster, already closing the distance towards her.
For a moment, Ruto thought this was the end for her, and a very unfit way for her to go out at that. This fear was immediately quelled by a boomerang flying in from behind her and striking the creatures all before they could lay a single claw on her. The next thing she knew, something round, black, and hissing landed in front of her, and then she was lifted back up and rushed away from the monsters. Mere seconds later, a loud boom erupted behind her, and she didn’t dare look back to see the carnage that the bomb had just caused.
“You okay, Princess?” came Navi’s voice again.
Looking up, Ruto noticed they were back in the room with the chest. She had been saved from danger, all by a kid that had wet himself. Even after how poorly she treated him, he still came to her rescue. This boy was something special, she had finally realized. He had done more to earn her respect in one day than any other zora had achieved in years. Maybe he’s the one I’ve been waiting for...
“Y-yes, I’m fine,” she replied, “Th-thank… Huh!?”
That was when Ruto felt the last of her hold giving out, heralded by a squirt leaving her body from between her legs. She squeezed her legs together as much as she could, but at the angle she was held, it could do nothing to stop the oncoming flood.
Ruto found herself making the same squeaks and gasps Link made as she finally let loose a steady, powerful stream of lightly-tinted urine with an audible hiss. It splattered against the fabric of Link’s hat, soaking it in mere moments.
For a moment, her embarrassment was at the same level as Link’s during his accident. The Princess of Zora’s Domain losing control and wetting herself like a child? Truly unthinkable! Even worse than that, she was letting go directly on another person, and not even another zora. The whole domain would be ashamed to know of such a scandalous act.
But none of that mattered when she remembered something about relieving herself after being fit to burst: it felt good. Much too good for her to care about anything else in that moment. Ruto couldn’t stop herself from smiling and sighing in bliss, lifting her head and closing her eyes as she let every last drop of pee spray out wherever it may land.
Unfortunately for Link, that turned out to be all on his head. It did not take long for his hat and hair to grow soaked with zora urine. His sudden shower kept going from there, running down parts of his face and making him shut his eyes and mouth to keep it from getting in them. Drips and tiny trickles fell off his head and onto his tunic, spreading the wetness to his shoulders and chest. The sharp smell forced its way up his nose, making it wrinkle in disgust.
It was the grossest thing he had ever endured in his life, but not once did Link think about setting Ruto down or tossing her away. The moment the pee struck his head, it was like he became robbed of all logical thought. Even Navi could not find the words to speak, and only looked on in stunned silence.
This shock and disbelief stayed with them until the very end, with Ruto’s stream dying away as quickly as it had started. At the same time, Ruto felt herself coming down from the high of relief, and the weight of what she had just down began to weigh her down. She knew full well the only place all of her urine could have gone, and she was starting to realize how heavy she must have felt in his arms right now.
“Um, let me down now, please,” she said.
As if waking from a dream, Link perked up and did as he was asked. Once on the ground, Ruto stood up and faced him, where she first saw the damage she had caused. Link looked like a puppy caught out in the rain. A smelly, gross rain, but he was not a happy kid either way.
Ruto had a hard time looking at Link in such a sad state any longer. Even after being treated like dirt and wetting his pants, he still came to her rescue like a true hero. The only reason he would have done something like that was if he genuinely cared for her safety. That fluttering in her heart came back, and there would not be a distraction for her this time. She had to come clean to him.
“L-Look,” she started, her hands behind her back, “I lied to you about there not being somewhere to pee. The truth is, I was about to go there and do that when you showed up. After that, I just wanted to get my stone and get out before I didn’t have a choice anymore.”
“But if you knew about it, why didn’t you take us there? Link had to go, too,” said Navi.
“Because princesses don’t just tell people they just met that they need the bathroom!” said Ruto with a red face, “And for all I knew, he probably would’ve wanted to peep on me while I was going.”
“But Link’s not like that.”
“Yeah, w-well I guess I know that now.” Ruto sighed and looked away. “So, what I’m trying to say is… s-sorry, and stuff. You probably still hate me now, but at least I said it.”
Looking back to them, Ruto noticed they looked unconvinced of her apology. With how poorly she treated them, she supposed it was to be expected.
“Well, I guess I won’t mind if we took a detour to get you cleaned up,” she continued, “I certainly do not wish to be carried around by someone who stinks of pee.”
At this, Link perked up a little, finally getting rid of those piercing puppy eyes and even smiling a little. Ruto still found it adorable how it only took a little bit to cheer him up.
“If Link wants to do that, then I guess it’s fine,” said Navi.
“Tee hee, now then,” said Ruto, sitting back down, “I shall guide you to the waters you can bathe in. Now shall we be going, Mister Pee-Pants Hero?”
Link obliged, picking her back up and stepping out of the room. Ruto winced a bit at the warm, wet hands holding her rump, but it could not be helped. Perhaps this would give her the perfect excuse to join him in his bath. I wonder if I’ll get to see a Hylian without his clothes on today? Her cheeks turned red at the thought. She could not deny that she was a little curious about what they looked like, and why they hid their bodies under so much clothing.
But one thing was certain at that point: as soon as they found her stone, Ruto knew she would not hold onto it for very long. Their quest here was not over yet, but Link had already proven himself worthy of taking the Zora’s Sapphire, and with it, her hand in marriage.
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Edited June 26, 2018 by MasterXploder
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This is a short thing inspired by the aesthetics of Magical Girl villains - all gothy dresses, leather-esque outfits and high heels. A plan to make people panic by taking the bathrooms away backfires...
"The surface worlders do so hate getting lost, especially when they have places they... need to be."
Pictures of office workers running for trains, of students trying to get to class and of queues and confusion filled bubbles around the reclining figures.
"Well of course, Satin." One unfolded herself, glossy black-stockinged legs uncrossing lazily. "Don't we all?"
"It is rather harder to get lost if you are as powerful as we." The other smoothed her skirt and flicked the bubbles away with a crystal wand. "But I think if we... took advantage of this... the Stars would not be able to deal with it. Yes, that shall be the nightmare they-" One of the bubbles was stubbornly refusing to be banished. A harangued woman in a suit dragging a stricken-looking girl in the direction of a bathroom sign. "I think this may be very entertaining, Silk."
-
"CASTLE LAND: GRAND OPENING TODAY"
Unsurprisingly, the queues for the new theme park hit a good hour or so out. The sun beat down on lines of cars, and gradually they filtered towards the car park.
"They're lost already, lost in this... hell... of their own devising." Mirror Witch Silk watched from where she lay dangling over the edge of a cloud, and threw back her head in a peal of mocking laughter. At this stage, no disguise was necessary. She wore a slight, shiny black top under a three-quarter length coat with red ribbon and fur trim, tight-fitting shorts and thigh-high black stockings with red garters. Capped off with, of course, red stiletto heels. "I'm sure those cars are just full of awful, awful negative waves. It's going to be delicious."
"And we haven't even released our little friend yet." Satin wore a slinky, frilled black dress, opera gloves and knee-high boots. "Oh to be a fly on the wall..."
"You know, we could head down there. It's not like the Stars will find us once they're all lost in our nightmare maze."
The sun rose higher on its way to noon. The traffic jams showed no signs of abating. And, when things reached their height, Silk tapped her wand twice on the map sign near the shady table she and Satin had taken at the cafe, and waited for the mayhem to begin.
-
It barely took any time at all. Paths didn't lead where people expected, doors wouldn't open, and signs just flat gave up. Angry queues formed at the help desks - people incensed at having queued for a ride and being told it wasn't the one they had a ticket for, lost visitors wondering where this, that or the other was and - as the minutes turned into hours - a growing number of people looking (with varying levels of urgency) for a bathroom.
Silk watched as a girl dashed away from her boyfriend, hands clasped between her legs, and frantically tried all the doors in the cafe. The one tantalisingly marked with a women's sign refused to open. Sighing in desperation, she grabbed his hand and dragged him at high speed towards the nearest park map. They struck off down a path that, thanks to a moment of inspired evil from Satin, led them straight into the fountain avenue. The two witches watched the girl's face freeze at the sudden wall of flowing water, and Satin laughed.
And yet even as the park was descending into chaos, the Stars were yet to show themselves. The witches did not know it, but this was - purely coincidentally - because their bus was stuck in traffic.
"This is working better than expected, Silk. Who would have thought merely making it harder for the surface worlders to find a bathroom would bring such a bounty of negative waves?"
Silk suddenly froze. A horrible, horrible despair had formed in her chest like a lead weight. Pressing, rather heavily, on her bladder. As they had watched the mayhem unfold, they had enjoyed more than a few iced drinks without really giving thought to the inevitable end point. "S-S-Satin..."
"Yes Silk?"
"So, you said we were... not so easily lost... as surface-worlders?"
"Silk?"
"Satin... I... think we may not have thought this through."
Silk did not need to explain why. Satin's face creased pensively, and then her legs started fidgeting.
"All I have to do is undo the spell. I cast it on that sign-"
The sign had vanished. Of course it had. The spell made it hard to find things.
"Think about this Satin. Think VERY HARD about how we are going to get out of this."
"I'm fine. I don't need to go. Do you?"
"Go where?" Silk's laugh was nervous. "I mean, I definitely don't need to go to the bathroom. I'm a grown woman, I can hold it. I mean, I don't need to hold it right now, but if I did I'd be able to."
"Yes. It's quite absurd to think that we, the two greatest lieutenants of the Dark Mirror, would EVER be in a position where we'd do anything as stupid as let ourselves be stuck out needing the bathroom." Satin fanned herself with a menu and tried very hard to hide the fact her legs were tightly crossed. Neither was convinced by the other's lie.
"I'll... I need to... powder my nose. That's right." Trying to force the pressure down below from her mind, Silk got up and took delicate, nervous steps towards the cafe building. "You look for that sign, Satin." She made it only a few steps before a wave of desperation hit, and she sprinted - not at all easy in high heels - for the door.
The LOCKED door.
The very locked door she had just seen another woman try and fail to open.
Swearing under her breath in a way that did not suit a noble lieutenant of the Dark Mirror she began tracing a magic circle on the lock, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her free hand squeezed tightly between her legs. No luck.
"I'm sorry miss, but the bathrooms are out of order at the moment. We've been having trouble with the lock."
"Ah, it's OK. I hopethey'refixedsoongottogonow" Silk ran back outside. "SATIN THIS IS AN EMERGENCY."
"TELL ME ABOUT IT." The elegantly gowned lieutenant was biting her lip and trying to jam a heel into her crotch.
"Well all we have to do is just-"
"Try and find where the bathrooms are now. THEN find the sign."
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They found - after what seemed like endless agonised running in wholly impractical shoes - the ladies' room. Or rather, they found the queue of dozens of panicked women, screaming children and angry parents. Or rather, they tried to cut into the queue near the door of the small toilet building, and got unceremoniously encouraged to the queue's end.
"I'm sure it won't take long, Silk." Satin did not have much conviction, her voice cracking under the strain. It rather felt like a small ocean was pent up inside her trying very hard to get out.
Twenty minutes passed. Twenty minutes in the baking sun, during which time at least two parents had to take children at their limit behind a hedge. And they still seemed to be no nearer relief. Satin was squirming in place, pushing her dress tightly against herself, face a mask of fury. Silk, wearing significantly less and significantly tighter clothing, had absolutely no recourse save iron self-control that was rapidly corroding.
"Um, excuse me ladies? I know it's hard for all of us but my daughter is very desperate, we were stuck in traffic and I promised her we'd go straight to the washrooms once we arrived."
Silk wanted very much to tell the young woman what she thought of that idea. The urge was like a knife. Instead she found herself letting the woman and girl past and then cursing.
Twenty more minutes. The girl they had let pass lost control not long afterwards and was led away in tears. By now, Silk could think of nothing but hopefully imminent relief. Visions of white-tiled cubicles, of-
They rounded the hedge and found themselves staring straight at a fountain.
It was too much for Silk. She was completely unsure what to do. Relief was near, but impossibly distant. Water was close and loud and eating away at the needle-thin barrier between her dignity and a flood. There was nowhere discreet to go (for the likely places were by now a constant sub-queue of women realising that endurance was impossible.
"S-S-S-S-Satin I-"
"SHUT UP SILK. DO NOT MENTION IT DO NOT THINK ABOUT IT DO NOT-"
Silk took some solace in the fact she out-held her fellow lieutenant. By only about thirty seconds, but nevertheless...
She dashed, feeling the dam begin to burst, for something, anything to hide her as Satin was stranded aghast in the queue in a growing warm puddle. The comforting gap between a coach and a car seemed enough cover as she clawed at her hotpants, trying to unfasten them. The first spots of wetness were forming on her shorts, the first rivulets running down towards her garters as she finally mastered the zipper.
"Is that? No, it-"
She had not noticed the coach door open. She DID, however, notice Star Bloom, her arch-nemesis, standing fully transformed seeing her quite literally with her pants down. And then seeing Satin trying to wring her soaked dress out.
"We thought this traffic was your doing, Silk and Satin! And it turns out it was!"
"CAN. THIS. PLEASE. WAIT?" |
CHAPTER 2
It had been just over five minutes since all the girls got in line. At least six more people walked by and got water. The streaming from the fountain making the five women uncomfortable. Their faces scrunched as they squirmed a little. Felicia blew her facial cheeks up with air as she took a breath, and her legs, with one foot still kicked back against the wall, squeezed together as she felt her need grow a little more. She also felt her tongue become very dry as she did not even get to drink much this morning because she ran so late. She filled up a plastic cup with water, bubbles blowing inside the blue gallon on top which each girl looked away from. In spite of her situation, Felicia drank a full cup of water. She filled it up again, and had another before crushing the cup in her hand.
Jamie, who was at the end of the line, oh poor Jamie. She was bent over, hands in her crotch, turning red from the pressure and embarrassment as people walked by the area they were in, waiting for the bathroom. Her dress pants stretched tight across her butt, some tan skin showing between her pant’s waist top, and below the bottom of her purple shirt as it moved up when she bent over. A couple guys who walked by caught a glimpse as the struggling girl’s open shirt and her big breasts.
Felicia knocked. “Um, excuse me?” She asked, both shy and annoyed. She knocked once more. “Hello? There’s a line out here.”
“We all REALLY gotta go!” Avery said fast with her hands pushing into her sides she her abdomen felt bloated and only expanding more. Her forehead sweated, and foot tapped. She grinded her teeth moaning, “errrrrggggg!”
Liz and Ashley had their arms wrapped around themselves as their legs remained tight together and their feet shuffled. The person the funeral had been for was a well-known person in the town. To leave before the end after everyone had said their last respects, and the priest gave the final speech, would be oh so rude. But wetting themselves in front of the whole town? That would be humiliation on an epic scale.
“OooooOOOH!” Jamie screeched. Her bladder was pushing out of her belly and crotch. She could feel the pee boiling inside and knew she would wet her panties soon. Her legs crossed. “Oh, why aren’t they freaking answering?!?”
“I don’t know,” Felicia said. She felt a little sweat on her forehead as the pressure in her bladder started to increase. It was still only moderate, but maybe those waters were not a good idea.
Ashley placed her hands against her crotch and bounced a little. She really needed the toilet. She motioned knocking with her hands and said, “Can you ask them louder maybe?” She turned red, also feeling humiliated having to be reduced to this.
Right before Felicia got to knock, her uncle grabbed her arm. “Felicia. I need you to help set up for something. Come on.” He pulled her along as the only word she got out was, “but-.”
With Avery next in line, she walked right up to the door, crossed her legs, on foot on its toes, a hand on her pulsing belly. She knocked. “Um, excuse me, but it’s time to get out now I think. We all have to pee out here. Please.” She started to shake. Each girl felt a strong, uncomfortable pressure like little toothpicks on fire digging into their lower bellies. That instinct to let it out in a stream getting stronger.
Jamie, bent over, hands in crotch, legs crossed, bouncing aggressively as someone got water from the fountain which made her sweat and turn red in anger. “Oooooooh! A, B, C, D, E, F G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, OOOOOO…” Jamie ran up to the door and knocked without stopping. “Ok, come on, come on, come on. I really gotta pee out here. Hurry up!” Her feet shuffled back and forth as she started to lose control.
Felicia helped put the portrait back up that had fallen. It was heavy and was a two person job. However, as she lifted it, the weight put strain on her bladder that made her need to pee even worse. “Dohhh!” she whimpered. Her desperation now a hot, heavy pulse that put a physical and emotional pressure on her. “Is that it?”
“Yes. Thank you sweetie.”
Before she turned around she asked, “Hey, someone might be sick in the ladie’s bathroom. No one is answering when we knock.”
“Oh I locked it. Sorry, but it was out of order. The plumbing to that toilet was messed up.”
Felicia’s heart froze. “But, um, but, where are we supposed to go?!?”
“Just use the men’s room,” her uncle said.
Felicia rubbed her hands down her face in annoyance. She stomped over back to the girl who were all out of the line and pushed up against the door banging, dancing.”
“Hey!” Felicia yelled, as they turned around.
Jamie was bouncing uncontrollably in place. “I’m going to have a freaking accident!”
Ashely held her crotch against her dress shifting her hips left to right as her feet shuffled. “I-I-I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Felicia pointed with her thumb down the hall. “It’s out of order. The men’s room is still opened though.”
The other four girls sprinted past her with Jamie in the lead, knocking poor Felicia over which only rocked her bladder even more.
Jamie raced down the hall, her feet aching so bad in the high heels. She slowed down as she approached the bathroom, opened, toilet in few, she felt relief and smiled…then, the other girls pushed past her, making her spin around, and Liz got into the bathroom, shutting the door. Ashley was next to go, being pushed from the back by a squirming Avery who was about to explode, and just as Jamie started to walk sad to the end of the line, Felicia raced past her yelling, “Me first!” But was now behind the two other girls, stomping her foot in annoyance and desperation, waving her fist in the air.
Jamie looked in disbelief as she felt her bladder expand her belly out in a major pulse, legs kept tight with her knees turning inwards as she squirmed. She was ready to cry, then felt a tiny SPURT escape. She turned red and grunted.
Liz meanwhile on the inside pulled her nylons and skirt down, opened her legs, sat on the toilet and let it flow out. She dropped her jaw, letting out a sigh of relief. The loud peeing only made the girls outside the door who heard it jealous and more desperate.
LINE: Ashley, Avery, Felicia, and Jamie.
TO BE CONTINUED…
**hope this is good enough and I should continue? I've gotten insults lately my stories were not very good anymore and I don't know things....** |
Chapter 4
Jamie was bent over in utter agony. She literally felt like a cow who had not been milked in months and whose utter was ready to explode. Except she was not filled with milk...she was filled with pee! At this point her belly visibly stuck out from under her shirt. She had a pee gut and was shaking. She kept her legs and heels crossed over each other which made the tight black dress pants with white lines stretch over her ass. So sexy. Yet poor girl.
"W-w-why?!?" she shrieked, feeling the massive pulses beating one after the other as if someone took shots to her belly. It was even getting hard to breath.
As the door opened, Ashley was about to enter, dancing in place while her arms wrapped around herself, and Jamie ran up to the dancing girl pushing Felicia and the other two back.
"Hey!" said Felicia.
"Ashley, please, please, PLEASE!" Jamie was on the verge of a heart attack. "I...I can't stand it anymore. I feel like I'm going to piss my pants any moment. I really, REALLY need to go, please!"
Ashley, almost in tears (for herself, not Jamie) "Yeah but I got to pee too!"
"We all do!" everyone turned to Felicia who started to speak. She had her arms tight against her sides with her hands digging in her jacket pockets. Her feet shuffled in place as her legs squeezed together. "I feel like I'm about to explode." Felicia started to sweat. Things were getting serious for her now as well. She regretted having that water earlier when she first got in line. "You have to wait!"
"I CAN'T!" Jamie yelled. She tried to rush in, but Ashley pushed at her. They started to slap each other on the face, boobs which wiggled when they did, and being covered in sweat only made this chick fight that much more sexier.
"Chick fight!" some guy yelled, and about a dozen other came around and watched the desperate girls on the verge of explosion slap fight.
Ashley lifted her long, smooth, tan leg and gave a quick kick, but Jamie caught it, and tried to pull her away from the bathroom door. Ashley grabbed onto the sides of the doorway, and pulled in. Felicia got between them, bouncing as seeing the toilet in full view only made her desperation worse.
"Break it up!" Felicia said. The struggle pushed at Felicia who fell backwards and banged her head and went unconsciousness.
Ashley and Jamie each felt like their bellies were about to explode. The uncomfortable, agonizing pressure made their skins stretch and muscles sore. Ashley could not even stand up straight anymore. Using that to her advantage, Jamie cried, but went against the heavy pain of her own bladder and headbutted Ashley against the wall, then leaped into the bathroom closing the door.
Ashley grabbed the handle, jaw dropped and in shock. She started to knock. "Let me, I gotta go, I gotta go!"
But Jamie pulled her pants down. Her panties down. Tears flowing down her face, unable to know if this was real, she sat down and opened her legs, and "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she said peacefully as her bladder deflated. The pee stream poured into the toilet, splashing all around as the rage of the stream was so big. It was like she was letting out weeks of loaded up things that just all got out of her at once. She almost didn't make it, but she kept peeing and peeing, so much and so loudly in went on for over a minute.
Ashley covered her ears from outside the door and was doing a potty dance. That's when her mom came over and grabbed her arm. "Ashley, sweetie. You promised the reverend you would give the speech before we depart to the graveyard."
"Isn't that Felicia's job?!"
"Yes. But, you knew the deceased and volunteered with him at church before. Come on." She pulled her daughter away not knowing the pain she was in.
Jamie flushed after the longest pee anyone ever took, and opened the door after washing her hands. "I feel like a new freaking woman." She smiled. Dry pants and panties. The others two girls in line went after each other.
Not long after, Felicia woke up, and looked around. She saw everyone crowded in the room. "What...what am I doing on the floor?" She had forgotten everything. She headed over bypassing the unoccupied restroom with the toilet free and right there. She stood next to her uncle and hands against her stomach folded as in prayer, oblivious to the raging explosion about to take place in her bladder since her mind was elsewhere ans she forgotten. She looked and saw poor Ashley struggling. That's when it hit her..."OH!" Felicia remembered. She felt her bladder wide out and rock hard. "E-excuse me uncle, I gotta-." He pulled her back.
"Just be polite and wait."
Felicia's legs were wobbling with knees turned inwards as she shook and held herself. "How polite would it be if I exploded pee all over here?!?"
People shussed her.
"And with that...I...I" Ashley felt herself losing control. Sweat poured down her face as she felt her panties becoming moist...but not from the sweat on her crotch. "I...I..."She tried to hold her legs together, but it was no use. She looked down and panicked when she saw the stain growing across the crotch of her dark green short dress. She tried to head for the bathroom, but too late. A stream started to pour out of her, right there in front of everyone. Some sighed, some were astounded, many giggled. Streams flooded her panties and went down her legs and made a huge puddle on the floor. She covered her face as she turned red in great embarrassment.
Seeing the girl have an accident, only made Felicia's desperation so much worse.
to be continued... |
This is my first furry based fiction I've written! (actually second, but the first is a longer project that needs more work). I've used my writing alias here and in other places as well (just to clarify).
Be warned that this story features [furry characters], [purposeful peeing outside], and [male masturbation]. I hope you guys like it!
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Tending the Garden
Author and Characters: Punk Hazardous
Another day at the office, just like the last four. Dull, thankless, and more problems than it was worth. Not even the weekend's arrival could alleviate all of Cowl's sour grievances. He would still have to return on Monday. The surrounding apartment buildings absorbed most of the light from the sunset, casting a dim pall around the shepherd as he lit the cigarette clamped in his lips. He picked his arms up from the mid-height fence and directed his gaze over to the only piece of furniture in his small, square garden - a beat-up lawn chair on its last legs. Honestly, he was surprised it still had all four of them in tact. And he could hardly call it a lawn chair, not when there was no actual lawn to speak of.
Cowl settled his weight into the chair looking around at his micro domain. Life in his own place was not going as gloriously as he imagined it as a pup. He was in need of a new direction, he knew, but the hurdles seemed to grow in size and number every time he poked his snout in a new direction. Nabbing the cold ale from the ground that he brought from inside, he elected to save the stress for tomorrow and put forth a new foot into the job world then, as he uncapped the bottle. The air brought a nippy chill that foretold the coming autumn. The trees outside of his fence had leaves that were still as green and plump as summer grapes, but they would soon shift colors and alter his daily view. Some of his neighbors a couple doors down were having a barbecue and taking advantage of the dying warm season. The smell of wood smoke and cooking meat wafted toward him. He looked over his fence at the trees rustling in the strengthening wind, taking sips and wandering through the memories conjured by the ambient scents and feelings.
Half-finished cigarette in one hand and half-finished beer in the other, he came back to himself when he felt the pulsing in his abdomen; he needed a piss. Hefting his slowly numbing body aloft, Cowl set down his drink on the brick ground and placed the cigarette in his lips once more. Supporting himself with one hand against the tall portion of the fence that separated the abutting patios, he fiddled with the zipper on his shorts and folds of his boxers until his cock met the open air in full. Now freed, he let out a clear stream that burst from him and spattered all over a shrub planted next to the fence. A hearty sigh of relief left him as he splashed the ground and plants with his recycled beer.
His enjoyment was such that he did not notice the door of the townhome neighboring his unit rumbling open, letting out a solidly built bulldog with short fur that was white and sparsely speckled with brown. He had stepped out to inspect the vestiges of the disappearing sun, but what he did not expect to see was his neighbor tending his garden this late in the evening. He could only see his back and his right arm from across the two squares, and a steady stream of water, taking care of a hydrangea. And his left arm was in front of him, in a suspicious position... The urinating German shepherd would have persisted, blissfully unaware, but the bulldog's throat clearing attracted his attention. Cowl looked up from his business and, seeing that his neighbor was staring him down, he waved with his free hand and gave a bright "Yo!"
The neighbor's suspicions were unfortunately confirmed. The flippant way Cowl greeted him while indecently exposing himself severely ticked him off. The bulldog just looked at him in utmost disgust, called him "sick", and re-entered his unit, slamming the sliding glass door behind him.
Cowl just shrugged; he had no time for judgements on his character. He was on his own property and harming no one, so as far as he was concerned, he was doing nothing wrong. He watched on as his clear stream battered leaves aside and made them shine acutely in the moonlight. How amazing it felt to relieve himself of this burden. And with two more jets and an accompanying low, self-indulgent moan, he was empty.
He flicked himself lightly, and sank back into the chair behind him, furred sheath still poking out of the fly of his shorts. His head lolled back and he was now looking up at the stars in the heavens that flickered on one by one. The noises from the neighboring barbecue were gone. He was alone on his patio and effectively invisible in the darkness of the night around him. He found that his assured solitude had caused his hand to wander, urging him into some potentially indecent, but pleasurable territory.
Far too relaxed and tipsy to relocate to the inside, he put a groping paw on the rounded head emerging from his sheath. He would be a liar if he said this was the first time he'd done this in safety of his moderately sheltered backyard under the cover of darkness. He began coaxing himself to hardness with his dark sand colored paw. With a feather-light touch, he dragged his dull claws along the sensitive ridges of his balls, prompting his cock to quickly harden to its full erect length.
The first downstroke along the whole of his shaft caused a wave of pleasure that tensed the corner of his mouth and made it hard to keep track of his cigarette. Cowl pulled the nearly deplenished stick from his mouth, set it aside for later, and got to work.
Rutting against his palm, he thought about how the flowering bush had just gotten the watering of its lifetime. How the rising steam from his output had enveloped his balls, just as he cupped them now. The more he watched himself in the act, the more it turned him on. This feedback loop mounted higher and higher every second until his member thrummed harder in his paw with eager anticipation of the edge before him. Burning spots flashed in his yellow eyes as his cognition slipped out of grasp and he surrendered himself to the feeling. Relieving himself for the second time, his seed scattered up his front, barely missing fur. His red shirt gathered the flecks of thick white as his cock pumped out all it had left. He had to grip his bottom lip with one of his upper canines to stifle his shuddering grunts; the threat of poking a hole in his lip by accident was real.
Finally, a deep contented puff of air burst from his muzzle as his muscles relaxed as one. Tingles of serotonin wrapped around the back of his head and the ears which were laying back, signaling his contentment. Thankful that he'd only marked his clothes, he lay nearly as still as the rocks beneath the waving shrubs around him as he experienced the waning twitches from his weeping cock. A raindrop fell directly on the tip of his twitching nose, forcing him from his daze. More rainfall ensued, starting an unexpected nighttime shower. This impelled him to finally rise, pick up the beer bottle and cigarette, and stumble inside to clean up the aftermath of his indulgent pleasure session. The sprinkling rain intensified, washing what remained of Cowl's urine from the shrub; no one but he was any the wiser as to what all happened in the garden that night. |
The story so far:
Sexting
Cabin in the Woods
City Lights
Giving Thanks
For Science!
Many Happy Returns of the Day
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The Savannah trip was darker that year—figuratively and literally. Figuratively, of course, because instead of the excitement and tension of a brand-new relationship, they had the looming shadow of its potential end. Literally, because the whole trip was hit with a succession of rainstorms.
Meagan and Parker returned to campus almost reluctantly, dawdling at their last meal on the road. Not even Dacy’s phone-call promise to arrive early on Monday and leave them Sunday night was motivation to get home. They still had sex, of course; not raw and frantic as on the night of the party, but bittersweet and tender. The last time, the last time, this might be the last time… that ran through Parker’s head almost every time they did anything together.
Meagan was not reassured when she got an email from the registrar asking to come by on Monday after class. But she came back with a bemused look on her face.
“What?” Parker asked.
“Are you aware Linda Bonham is a total badass?”
“Can’t say that I am.”
“So apparently my uncle came down here last week.”
“Oh, shit!”
“Shows what he knows about this school, because he didn’t even think I might not be here. Anyway, he demanded his money back. Linda told him the college doesn’t do refunds, especially since I was more than halfway through the semester. That put his back up. Then he said he was pulling me out of school.”
“There’s no way he can do that.”
“Which is exactly what Linda told him. Reminded him that I’m twenty-one. She says he got pretty mad then and said I was leaving with him whether I liked it or not and whether she liked it or not.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Well, that’s what put her back up, apparently, because she said—and here I’m quotin’ exactly: ‘Meagan will remain here as long as she wishes, and the next time you say anything to the contrary in my presence or hers, I will report you for conspiracy to commit kidnapping.’”
“Oh, wow.”
“I know, right? And since it would be across state lines, that’s a Federal case. FBI. Which she also mentioned.”
“How’d he take it?”
“Well, he left, but apparently he said some pretty shitty things about her, me, and the college. She wouldn’t tell me exactly what, but she said it wasn’t fit for a Christian to say. Which makes me think he got up on his high horse. And then she told me that she was taking it personal, and that she was going to make sure I never had to depend on any man to keep going here. I don’t quite know what she meant by that, but I think it probably had something to do with something he said, since she wouldn’t say anything more.”
“Whoa. This is heavy.”
“I know.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “This is freaky. My uncle just doesn’t talk like that...”
“You think she was exaggerating?”
“No, I think he’s so used to getting his way that he took it real rough when he didn’t get it this time.”
“Serves him right.”
“Parker, he’s a hard man, but he’s done a lot for my family. All the best things in my life—Camp Graham, the cabin—come from him. Remember, I never would have met you if not for him.” She smiled a little. “But yeah, it’s probably good for him to not get his way all the time…”
“So hey, long story short: you’ve got a chance now!”
“I guess? Maybe? I mean, she’s the registrar, sure, but that doesn’t mean she can just hand me a free ride.”
“But she’s got to know all the ways she can make it easier, and all the scholarships you could get.”
“It’s just—it’s been a rough week, love, and my faith in humanity is a little thin right now. If she can do something for me, I’ll believe it when it happens.” She shrugged. “Besides, let’s say I do get a scholarship. Let’s say I do get to come back next year. Fine, cool, but where am I gonna go next month when school lets out for the summer? If I say I’m coming back here next year, my family will make life total hell for me. They’d definitely get Camp Graham to fire me.”
“Better get a recommendation from them now.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ll call them tomorrow…”
Parker, in his default role of news relay to various folks, updated the team and his parents on this latest twist in the Saga of Meagan, and then waited for more news. The uncertainty wasn’t good for his fingernails.
The next bit of news came in the mail—with “Camp Graham” on the return address. Meagan stared at it for a long time without opening it.
“What are you waiting for?” Parker asked.
“I’ve worked at Camp Graham for years. Before that, I went myself. This is all my summers. And they might be firing me. They might be dropping me like a hot rock.”
“Or this might be the letter of recommendation.”
“Yeah.”
“Only one way to find out, huh?”
“I’m hoping that if I can just put it off long enough, I won’t have to look.”
“How long would be ‘long enough’?”
“The rest of my life should do it.”
“Want me to read it first?”
She hesitated, then said, “No, I’ve got to have the guts.” She ripped the envelope open with a savage movement—which tore the papers inside, too. “Whoops,” she said, holding the rip closed with her fingers as she tried to make sense of what she was holding. Parker watched her eyes flickering across the page. She glanced at the next page, then back at the first—and then her eyes filled with tears.
“What is it?” Parker asked.
She wordlessly held it out to him.
Meagan, (it began)
We were deeply saddened to hear of the conflict between you and your uncle. As you know, Camp Graham is deeply indebted to the Hainley family. While John Hainley does not have the power to hire or fire camp staff, it is true that those who do would certainly take his recommendations very seriously, and anyone he felt was a poor employee might find working for the camp a difficult experience. Also we would be particularly anxious not to risk our relationships with the Hainleys, since they are a crucial part of the Camp Graham family.
We find this particularly painful because we also consider you to be a crucial part of the camp family. So we are terribly hurt that it seems we must part with either you or John. We are trying to follow the command to “judge not” as we listen to your differing accounts of what has happened. Not knowing the truth, we pray for both of you.
In your telephone call earlier, you expressed a concern that your uncle would ask us to not recommend you to other employers. We felt you should know that in all our conversations with him, he never once requested such a thing, nor would we honor his request if he made it. Whatever you may have done or not done elsewhere has no bearing on what we have seen at camp with our own eyes: that any employer would be fortunate to have you. You will find enclosed a letter of recommendation that testifies to this.
We hope that someday you may be reconciled to your family. Until then, may our blessings go with you.
“Wow,” Parker said. “Are they firing you or not?”
“They’re easing me out,” Meagan said, cheeks wet, “but they’re trying to ease me in wherever I end up. They didn’t just drop me. They didn’t.” She flapped the slightly-torn letter of recommendation, still in her hand. “This is downright embarrassing, it’s so glowing.”
“Oh, lover,” Parker said, and hugged her.
“I can’t go back,” she said into his shoulder. “I can’t go back. But they wished me well…”
“Is this good news?”
“Not quite… it’s like an old friend died, hon, or a bunch of them… or moved away and I’ll never see them again… but they left me something really precious. A last gift.”
He held her while she cried.
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We're on the last lap here, folks; end in sight. I'll try not to keep you waiting so long this time. And if you're just tuning in and are thinking, "What's going on?" I promise that there will be sex and desperation in this story eventually, but we've got to get through the plot first. Maybe reread some of the older stuff while you wait? |
I decided not to keep everybody waiting.
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Mitchell did an updated version of the calendar. Meagan and Parker made use of it, though not in the way that their roommates perhaps expected. Neither one was always really ready, mentally, for sex. They spent a lot of time cuddling. But when they went beyond that, it was again intense.
Still panting from her climax, glistening with sex-sweat, Meagan collapsed on top of Parker and said, “You know what I kept thinking, just now?”
“Huh?”
“That we should do something really really nice for Mitchell, before summer. To thank him.”
“Oh, yeah,” Parker agreed. He was in a fairly agreeable mood, however, since Meagan had just ridden him hard.
“We should do a lot of nice things,” she went on. While we still can hung unspoken in the air. “These next two weeks are gonna be insane, hon, but can we promise each other to have super-hot sex once all our finals are turned in?”
“Yes, please.”
“You can make me wait if I can make you wait.”
“Seems fair. But if you don’t want to—” He broke off.
“Hmmm?”
“I was gonna say if you don’t want to, it’s okay.”
“Going by the sound in your voice, you wanted to add the word ‘But’ to the end of that sentence, and thought better of it because of consent.”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I’ll say it instead. If neither one of us doesn’t wanna have sex our last night together, okay. But I don’t think that’s likely somehow.”
“Oh, whew.”
“I’m not gonna promise anything more special than that, though. Not after last time. We’ll work it out as we go.”
“Sounds good.”
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They had to work out a lot of things as they went—but everything seemed dependent on everything else.
It was the time of year for returning students to work out their housing for next year—but was Meagan a returning student or not? If she was coming back, she’d need a place to stay over the summer. She’d need a place that was fairly cheap, since otherwise it could eat up money she’d need for tuition. She’d need a job—but where should she work? Close to school, or cast a wide net and see who’d hire her anywhere in the country? But not knowing what job she’d have, she couldn’t say how much money she’d have available to cover textbooks and tuition…
Parker felt trapped, too. They’d planned to live together next year—before all this had come up, Mitchell had begun orchestrating a complex roommate-swapping scheme that would allow Meagan and Parker to share a room (unofficially). But if Meagan wasn’t coming back, then where would Parker by himself fit in that carefully balanced scheme?
In the middle of all this, Parker’s dad called. “We’d like to come for a visit,” his father said, “your mother and I.”
“It’s kind of crazy right now,” Parker said.
“We know. That’s one of the reasons we want to come—maybe we can help.”
Parker asked for some time to think about it and talked it over with Meagan, who groaned at the thought. “That is not really stress I need right now,” she said.
“I have to say, though, I kinda wanna see them,” Parker replied. “I know things are really stressful, but when I have a problem… well, now I talk to you first, but before that, it was always my parents.”
“That must be nice. You gotta understand, I’m a little nervous about parents in general right now?”
“I get it. But even if you don’t want to meet them, can I say yes to them coming out?”
“Oh, if I don’t have to meet them, then they can come any time. And if they come all this way, then I might as well meet them.”
“That makes a grand total of zero sense, hon.”
“Can’t help it. At this point my brain is dribbling out my ears.”
Around and around they went. Always the sticking point was money. Meanwhile they were trying to get their finals done, which wasn’t easy even without a looming doom over their heads.
Then Meagan got an email from the registrar. It said “good news” in the subject line, but Meagan was too wary to be truly hopeful. “You’re coming with me,” she said. “I don’t wanna go in there alone. And besides, this affects you too.”
Linda Bonham smiled broadly as they came in. “Miss Meagan, good to see you—and this is Mister Parker? I know you from your file, young man, but I don’t think we’ve ever actually met.
“So,” she continued, “I promised you good news. After my little… conversation with Mister Hainley, I raised your case with a few of our trustees, and pretty much everybody said, ‘We want this young woman to stay here, so let’s figure out how to make that happen.’ It was too late to get you a full-ride scholarship, and I know you’re trying to hold off on taking out loans until you get to grad school, which is very wise, and you’ve already maxed out your low-income grants. However! You’re aware that you’re receiving one scholarship from us already?”
“Yeah...”
“Well, that’s basically just a discount, when you think about it. So I’ve been authorized to double that discount, for starters, and make a few other cuts here and there. Then I called in a favor or two and rustled up some cash from our women-in-science fund. Psych students usually don’t qualify, so don’t tell anyone. Then I went looking for coins under the couch cushions, and… well, long story short, I got you within about six and a half thousand, which is a long sight closer than twenty.” Ms. Bonham leaned forward, big hands folded. “If you worked this summer, do you think you could close that gap?”
“Not quite,” Meagan said—but she was sitting up in her chair, looking more hopeful.
“Well, how about if you lived off-campus? That would take off about a bit over five thousand more.”
Meagan and Parker shot each other a look. “Would I be allowed to visit Parker?” she asked. “Like, overnight?”
“As a guest, yes,” Ms. Bonham said. “Technically that would be limited to two consecutive nights before Security would be within its power to evict you. On the other hand, I don’t think anyone will be paying that much attention. After all, you’re still a student here!”
Meagan swallowed, hesitated. “I’m not sure about payin’ rent. Scared to death of it, really.”
“Room and board here on campus is almost certainly more expensive. So if we subtract that—” Ms. Bonham turned to her computer and adjusted some numbers “—that means you’ll need to come up with nine hundred sixteen dollars and forty-five cents. Is that a deal you’re willing to take, Miss Meagan? Are you willing to give it a try?”
Meagan was silent for another long moment. Her eyes took on a faraway look; Parker could practically see her doing the math on a blackboard in her head. Then: “Yes. Yes, I’ll try.”
Ms. Bonham smiled. “I thought you'd say that. So I’ve already prepped the paperwork—just sign here for me, please, and you will be officially enrolled for another year. With the most patchwork payment plan I have ever seen—but then, I built it myself, so it’ll all hold up.”
“Oh my god,” Meagan whispered, and she was crying again. “Thank you. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. And the next time an old white man starts telling this sister who she can and can’t enroll in her own college… well, he’s got another think comin’. Y’all have a good day now, Miss Meagan, Mister Parker.”
Outside the registrar’s office, Meagan leaned against the wall. Parker couldn’t tell if she was excited, scared, panicked, or all of the above.
“If I get a job at a summer camp,” she said, “work eight weeks, that probably gets me around three thousand bucks. Just signed away a thousand of that already. And I’ve gotta pay rent… I’ve gotta pay rent before I get that paycheck, either. Shit, that’s gonna be hard. I’m gonna need to get another job. Probably weekends. Fast.” She looked at him. “I’m so scared, hon. This’ll be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I may not see as much of you as either of us like. And we can’t live together. But I’ll be here. I’ll be here. And I’ll come to visit you…”
She grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him close, kissed him more passionately than she had ever done outside of their room.
“We’re gonna make it work, hon!” she whispered in his ear. “We really are!”
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That's all for tonight, folks, but now that I've given you some hope, you can start to wonder: how are they going to celebrate? |
Oh, I'll do you one better than that, @YourFNF.
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Good news travelled fast. That night there was a small victory dance in Meagan and Dacy’s room. Dacy called her friend Clark to come over, Mitchell brought his boyfriend, then Ultimate teammates started arriving. Mitchell, however, was slightly out of sorts.
“What do you mean you can’t live on campus next year?” he said. “I had it all worked out.”
“It knocks off another five thou, Mitchell. I just can’t afford that.”
“Even in a campus house? Those are cheaper than the dorms.”
“Wait, you got a house?”
“We knew you weren’t in a good place to think about housing,” Dacy said, “so we just put both of you down for our group.”
“But you didn’t even know if I was coming back next year.”
Dacy shrugged. “I had hope.”
“How do you two even know each other?” Parker put in.
“All that calendar coordination. We’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. Anyway,” Mitchell went on, “we got both of you a place in our house. Are you sure you can’t afford it? Because it would be awesome to have you in Franklin with us.”
“Wait, which one?” Meagan asked.
“Franklin.”
Meagan’s hand flew to her mouth and she shot a look at Parker over her knuckles. “You got Franklin? You know that’s where Parker and I first met, right?”
“Oh, really? I didn’t know!”
“Franklin… how did you swing that? Everybody wants that house!”
“We just got lucky, I guess. That and we pooled our resources.”
They did the math for a second and Meagan shook her head. “I just can’t risk it,” she said. “That’s too tight.”
“We’ll hold your spot open,” Dacy said. “If something works out, you won’t have to go looking for housing and end up stuck in some craphouse.”
Meagan hugged her and Mitchell. “You two are so great. And so organized. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“End up dead in a ditch, probably,” Dacy said.
“I thought that was how you were gonna die. Because of the running.”
“I’ll share my ditch with you any day, girlfriend.”
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The next day, Parker’s parents arrived.
“It was really nice of you to come out all this way, especially considering you’ll just have to do it again next week,” Meagan said. She seemed cordial enough to her guests, but Parker could tell she was stressing.
“Well, Donna hasn’t been out here since we dropped Parker off as a brand-new freshman,” Will Daniels said. “But of course that wasn’t our only reason.”
“That can wait,” Donna Daniels put in smoothly. “Say, over dinner tonight?”
“I wouldn’t want to intrude on a family dinner,” Meagan said.
“Not a bit,” Mr. Daniels said. “We came out to meet you, after all—and to see if we can help. If nothing else, at least we can buy you dinner.”
“Free food, hon, free food!” Parker said.
Meagan hesitated—and then said, “Okay! Where are we going?”
“Somewhere cheap!” Mr. Daniels said promptly, with a grin.
“Knock it off, Will,” Mrs. Daniels said. “We can go wherever you like. Go right ahead and pick a place you can’t usually afford, that’s what parents are for.”
Somehow they ended up at the Sun’s Up. Parker got the feeling that Meagan had steered them away from anything nicer. Poor Kid Syndrome, he thought. Doesn’t feel comfortable anywhere else.
While the Daniels elders did ask Parker a few things, they were clearly focused on Meagan. It might have felt like an interrogation, but the pair were clearly a practiced team: Donna asked open-ended questions, and Will made jokes or wry commentary to whatever Meagan said, encouraging both laughter and further conversation. Then Donna would reveal a little about the Daniels family, making it feel like a two-way street, and by the time their food came Meagan was looking much more relaxed. Parker was glad, and didn’t say much to stay out of the way for fear of breaking the spell. Of course it helped that the biggest question hanging over her was already resolved.
Then Donna asked, “So where are you going to be over the summer?”
A lot of the energy drained out of Meagan’s face. She looked down at her barely-touched burger. “I’m not sure. I need a job, for starters. I guess I’ll go wherever the job is… but most summer camps don’t open up until June at the earliest, so I really don’t know what I’ll do for May. I wish I could just stay on campus, but I’ve got no money for that.”
Will looked to Donna, brows raised in query, who returned the silent question with a nod.
“We thought we might be able to help with that,” Will said.
“Yeah?”
“We wanted to meet you first before we made the offer,” Donna said, “but now that we’ve gotten to know you, we’d be happy to have you stay with us.”
Parker had just taken a drink of his pop and just about choked.
Meagan was no less shocked. “You’d really do that? For a stranger?”
“Not so much a stranger any more,” Donna said.
“And you come highly recommended,” Will said with a smile.
“We’ve got a guest room that hasn’t gotten as much use as we’d like. You’d be entirely welcome,” Donna said. “We would expect you to pay rent if you’re staying with us long—and you too, Parker.”
“Me?” Parker said, indignant.
“Yes, you. You’re old enough.”
“And the reason you’re paying rent is that we’re treating you as adults—which means we won’t be too picky about who’s sleeping where,” Will added, eyes glinting.
Indignation whiplashed the other way in a hurry.
“We’re thinking one-fifty a month for each of you,” Donna said, “but it can be paid after you get your first paycheck. And no deposit, either. With any other landlord, that first month can be brutal; we thought we’d spare you that.”
Meagan’s mouth was literally hanging open. She shook her head, as if to try and wake up from a dream. “I’m still just floored by this,” she said. “Thank you. Thank you. This is… on beyond generous.”
“Well, my husband felt strongly on the issue,” Donna said.
Will shrugged. “I thought I was past my princess-rescuing days. I’m glad to see I’m not. Besides, Diana here is a soft touch for young women coming up through adversity.”
“I’m sorry, Diana—did I get your name wrong?”
“Oh, just an inside joke. Diana Prince. Wonder Woman’s do-gooder alter ego.” Will grinned again. “I think highly of my wife.”
“As to that job,” Donna said, “I don’t have any personal connections with summer camps in our area. But I’ve got plenty of people who do. I’ve asked around. I can’t guarantee anything, of course, but if you have a decent record and a recommendation from your old camp—”
“Not a problem,” Meagan said.
“—Then my guess is you should have an interview or two, at least.”
At this point Meagan actually started crying. “I’m sorry,” she said, wiping her eyes. “This is all just…”
“Don’t be sorry,” Donna said gently. “Perfectly natural. We know it’s a lot all at once.”
“Thank you. Thank you both. This means everything.” Meagan got up, went around the table, and hugged both of them. Will patted her on the back reassuringly.
The rest of the dinner, and much of an hour after it, passed in even greater relaxation. So Parker was slightly surprised to notice that Meagan was a little tense—until he recognized the cause. He wasn’t sure how to react to it, nor sure how to ask about it discreetly, so he just waited until he had to use the restroom himself, and then gave her a meaningful nudge as he got up. She glanced up and just shook her head.
Well, that could mean anything, so I’d better not assume.
Meagan didn’t go use the restroom before they left, so she was still somewhat locked down as they made their farewells in the campus parking lot nearest her dorm (Will had driven them). Both Daniels seniors got long hugs, and many thank-yous, and then the parents drove off to check into their motel.
Meagan immediately folded Parker into an intense hug. “Your parents are amazing,” she said to his shoulder. “I see why you turned out so good.”
Parker shrugged. “It’s what they do.”
“But it’s not what all parents do, you see? I wish—I so wish!—I could count on my folks like that. But there’s no way. My dad would never have done what yours just did. My mom can’t do what your mom just did—she’s too busy surviving…”
And then the tears came again, serious tears, huge gulping sobs. Parker helped ease her down to the curb and held her.
“I knew I’d cry,” Meagan gasped. “I could feel it coming… I was just holding it together in front of them…”
“Is that why you didn’t even pee?”
She laughed right through the sobs, which was weird—though Parker noticed the close similarity of laughter and tears, not for the first time. “Yeah, that’s why! I didn’t even wanna go to the bathroom, I’d be in there for ages… and I wanted to be with you when I did…”
“Did what? Cry? Or pee?”
“Cry. Just cry. I’ll hold it for you till I pop, I’ll ride you till you pop, we are gonna have so much sex ‘cause I’m gonna be so happy… but not tonight, ‘kay? I can’t do that tonight.”
“No problem,” Parker said, rubbing her back. “Just let me know when you wanna get up off the curb and go pee.”
“In a bit,” Meagan said. “I can hold it. I just wanna be here with you for a while.”
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There will be actual sex in the next installment, I promise -- in case the feels aren't what you're here for. |
Here's some more!
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After that, the rest of the school year (that is, a whole week) passed in a blur. Finals happened, somehow; parties ran together, dorm rooms emptied out. But Will Daniels did not arrive to pick Parker up; Meagan would be driving them both.
There was one more uncomfortable moment when Meagan called her mom. (“I’d write her a letter, but she’s not much of a reader,” Meagan said. “She’d get it wrong somehow.”) She simply and firmly said she wasn’t coming home, then let her mom yell at her until she ran out of breath, and then said, “I’m not coming home because you lied to Uncle John and then you lied to me, in broad daylight, and because I don’t need you any more.” She moved to hang up, then put the handset back to her mouth—not back to her ear—and said, “Mom? I love you. I’ll be back for you. But I’m never coming home.”
Then she hung up.
With Dacy and Mitchell’s ever-competent help, they got their rooms emptied out, some stuff stored, some stuff packed into Meagan’s car. Then, once the roommates had departed, Meagan and Parker sat on the car’s sun-warmed trunk, waving goodbye to friends, acquaintances, and strangers, and then she said, “Fuck, what a year!”
“Mostly good, I hope?”
“Yeah, with a lot of thanks to you. I was just remembering last time we were in this parking lot at the end of school… a very different vibe, huh?”
“No kidding.”
“We couldn’t tear ourselves away. Didn’t wanna leave. But you know what? We can leave any time we want because we are not leaving each other!”
“Shall we go right now?”
“Let’s!”
“Do we wanna use the bathroom first? I think of these things, you see…”
“You can if you want. I’ll roll the dice, see what happens,” she said, her eyes lighting up.
As it happened, Meagan the Mighty had no problem with the multi-hour drive to Parker’s town, but she pulled off at a gas station on the outskirts. “I’ve never been here before, and I want the grand tour,” she explained. “Your city, your neighborhood, your house, everything. And I don’t wanna be distracted during all that.” She kissed his cheek. “Otherwise I’d just hold it longer. ‘Cause I could. And ‘cause you like it.”
“I do…”
Grand Tour of downtown complete (it wasn’t hard), they drove to Parker’s house, where Will and Donna welcomed them with open arms and showed Meagan around the house.
“Our room and Parker’s room are down here,” Donna said, “but the guest room—your’s, I should say—is at the other end of the hall. You’ll have to cross the living room to get to the bathroom, I’m afraid.”
“I’ll live,” Meagan said—giving Parker’s hand a subtle squeeze.
They moved Meagan’s (few) possessions into the guest room. Parker looked around with some curiosity.
“What?” Meagan asked. “Haven’t you seen this room before?”
“I’ve never seen it this clean before.”
His mother, entering with a box of towels, shook her head. “It’s always clean for company,” she chided him. “We just haven’t had much company for a few years—or at least not when you were at home.”
“It’s nicer than mine,” Parker observed.
“That’s because somebody cleans this one!”
“I wanna see your room, hon,” Meagan said, grabbing his arm.
The Daniels elders gave them some space. Parker kept his door cracked open anyway. He sat down at his computer desk, but Meagan pulled him over to the bed. She looked around, taking in the various posters, print-out prizes, notes and pictures from friends, his high school diploma—and most of all his shelf of videos and DVDs. Parker blushed.
“I didn’t say anything!” she said.
“I guess… I guess it’s weird with you here. Only time I ever had a girlfriend in my room with me was with Annie, maybe twice, and she laughed at me.”
“Really?”
“Well, no, she didn’t laugh. But she was a classical violinist. Not into the same stuff.”
“You’ve got good taste, though. Buffy, Star Wars, Cowboy Bebop—I’ve never seen Farscape but I’ve heard good things… what’s Blake’s 7?”
“Old British sci-fi. My dad saw it back in the day and got it for me. It’s solid, if you can get past the special effects.”
“Your dad’s into sci-fi, too?”
“Oh, of course! You think he mentioned ‘rescuing the princess’ by accident? He’s always wanted to be Luke Skywalker.” Parker rolled his eyes. “Except he says he ‘majored in Space Accounting instead of Incredible Space Heroics,’ whatever that means.”
“I will be a long time forgiving my father,” Meagan said quietly, “but if I ever do, it’ll be because he showed me Star Wars when I was four. He did a good job that way, at least.”
“Yeah.”
“But I do have to say: if the reason you’ve got a Return of the Jedi poster up is because of Leia’s bikini, I will think less of you.”
“Um… how much less?”
“1.7%.”
“I can survive that. And in my defense, I was sixteen.”
“I’m teasing, ya goof. You and every other fanboy on the planet.” Pause. “Excuse me. Every straight fanboy on the planet plus a few lesbians. Besides, back then you didn’t have me to compare to.” She tugged him close for a kiss.
After a few more kisses, she leaned back on the bed, pulled him down after her. They made out for a minute or five… and then Parker broke away.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“This is really weird,” he whispered. “Being here with you. With my parents in the house. It’s like… worlds colliding. I want you—especially since we haven’t had the room to ourselves for a bit—”
“I know you want me,” she said, nudging his hard-on with a hip. “You’re worried about them hearing us, aren’t you.”
“That’s part of it.” He looked around. “Part of it’s just… I honestly don’t feel that cool and grown-up when I’m in the room I’ve lived in since I was seven. I mean, right now you’re in my bed—but the last time I shared this bed with anyone, it was with my stuffed animals. Who are currently in the closet.”
She grinned hugely. “Are you worried they’re watching? Judging?”
“Worlds colliding, like I said.”
“What stuffed animals did you have?’
“Well, there’s Pete the dog… and Shamu the killer whale, I got him at Sea World when we visited my grandparents in Texas… and Corduroy…”
“You had Corduroy? Hah. I’ll meet these fine fellows later. But don’t feel bad. I’ve got plenty of embarrassing childhood stuff, too, y’know. Remember, this is the girl who used to wet her pants because she was too busy with her Legos to be bothered to pee. Which kinda set a pattern, I guess?”
“Not helping…”
She caressed his cheek. “You are adorable right now, you know? I am not thinking you are any less sexy. Even more so, honestly.”
“What, because of Corduroy?”
“Because I see why you grew up to be my hero,” she said.
“Your hero?”
“I have no idea where I’d be right now without you, love. You got me through this. You listened, you helped, you gave good advice. You never left me, you never failed me, when so many other people in my life have. Don’t get me wrong, I worked my ass off to get myself where I am, and I’m gonna work my ass off again to stay there and graduate, and then there’s grad school, which is basically gonna wear my ass down to the bone. And it was Linda Bonham and your parents who made it work. But you kept me going. And now that I’m seeing how you grew up, I see why. So all this is cute and endearing, but honestly, I’m just so grateful.” She kissed him, then added in a whisper in his ear, “And tonight I’m gonna thank you properly.”
A shiver ran through him.
“But if you’d rather be in my room tonight, that’s fair—and honestly I was gonna suggest my room anyway, because this bed was not built for two.”
“Yeah, that should help.”
“And we’ll play some music and we’ll be quiet and I will thank you.”
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At dinner, Donna Daniels raised a subject that made Parker uncomfortable and grateful all at once.
“So, Meagan—I made up a little rental agreement here. I’m not sure how legal it all is, but I wanted to get it down on paper, for your sake. I want everyone to be clear that you’re free to stay as long as you wish, even if you and Parker break up. Which obviously we hope doesn’t happen, but we wanted to be really up-front about it.”
Meagan swallowed. “Oh. Oh, thank you. I didn’t even think…”
“Well, you’ve been together pretty solid for a year, now, but these things happen. And I’ve done enough work, peripherally, on domestic violence to know that sometimes people stay in relationships just for housing. I don’t want you dependent on Parker to that degree. And I’ve got one here for you, too, Parker, just to be fair.”
“If I sign this, does that mean you can evict me?” Parker asked.
“Only if you don’t take out the trash,” Will Daniels said.
“Actually, it’s only if you don’t pay rent or if you’re destructive of property. I made that explicit, again for Meagan’s sake.”
“Mrs. Daniels, you think of everything.”
“Experience. Hard-earned experience. And call me Donna.”
After dinner the four of them talked more over drinks—wine for Donna, beer for everyone else—about a wide variety of things; but not long after 9 o’clock Will yawned and stretched and said, “All right, I think I’m about ready to turn in.”
“The night’s young, m’dear.”
“Yes, but the day’s been long. We should let the kids get settled in properly.” He patted his wife’s knee. “C’mon, Diana.”
Maybe it was just the wine, but Donna flushed slightly, knocked back the rest of her glass, and said, “Right behind you.”
Meagan and Parker headed the opposite direction to Meagan’s room. Meagan’s eyes were glinting with delight. “What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Tell you later. Right now, though…” She popped a mix tape into her boom box (almost as old as she was), and filled the room with Nina Simone. She pulled him close and kissed him for a long time, then gently pushed him down to the edge of the bed. “Watch,” she said.
She stripped for him, slowly, more swaying than dancing, making a ceremony out of each piece. He’d never seen socks and bare ankles be so sexy. When she was down to just her bra and panties she struck a pose and said, “So, how do I compare with the princess now?”
“You win,” he said. “You won a long time ago.”
“And I haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet,” she said, unhooking her bra and then catching it to hold the cups against her as the straps slipped off. She slid the cubs off very slowly, then let the whole thing fall to her feet and let him take a long look, hands on her hips. After a moment she started to slide her panties down—but then instead straddled him, kissed him, fondled him and brought his hands around to fondle her, pulled off his shirt, unbuttoned his jeans. Then she made them both naked, and pushed him back onto the bed. She straddled him—his belly, not his groin, gently bumping his hard-on with her butt—and made out with him for a long time, her hands swapping off from reaching behind her to stroke his whole length and sliding between her legs to circle her clit.
Then she sat up, pushed her hair back and held it back with one hand, eyes on his, her other hand resting lightly on his hip.
“I didn’t want to hold it while your parents were around,” she said softly, “but I do need to go a little now. Would you like me to wait? Or would you rather I made love to you?”
“I’d rather you made love to me. It’s nice to know, though.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. ‘Cause I can wait on peeing, but I don’t wanna wait on feeling you in me.” She reached around behind her and cupped his balls, then slid her fingers up along his hard-on. “You feel ready,” she said.
He touched her inner lips. “You feel ready, too.”
“I am. But I wanna say this first. I’m about to take you in me. But it’s not a reward. It’s not some kinda deal, sex for a bed and a roof over my head. It’s a thank-you, but that’s just part of it. It’s a gift. And I’m giving you this gift because I love you. I wanted you to know that.”
“Thank you,” Parker said. “That’s… sexier than I woulda guessed.”
“I can tell,” she said with a grin, hand still on his erection. Then she swung that hand around and placed it on his chest, leaning a little of her weight on him as she lifted up and back with her thighs. She didn’t bother with guiding him in; she just wriggled a little to get his head in the right place, and pushed slowly down.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she rode him. “For your help. For your hope. For your love. For being who you are.”
Then Nina’s voice came from the speakers:
Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel
It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day…
And I’m feelin’ good.
Meagan matched her stroke to the rhythm, smile on her lips even as she started to breathe a little heavy, eyes never leaving his even as they half-closed in bliss, squeezing a little tighter with those well-trained inner muscles until, just as the song hit its climax, so did he.
“Freedom is mine,” Meagan echoed the song, still riding him while he had hardness left. “And you know how I feel.”
She laid herself down along his body as his shivers died away. “Did you come?” he asked when he got his breath back.
“Didn’t need to,” she said. “It’s not always about that, y’know? You’ll set me on fire sometime soon, I know, but tonight I just wanted to do nice things for you. Besides, you felt really good in me, and I always love feeling you come when I have you there. And watching you come, too.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “We should get up and pee and brush our teeth, but that involves putting clothes back on.”
“We’d better not get anything on this bedspread, though,” Parker said.
“Whoops. Forgot about that… let’s see, best way to do that is keep you in me. Keep all the mess contained. But how are we gonna get off the bed then, you ask? Well, I’ve got a plan.”
“Hmm?”
“Follow my lead and just roll with it.”
“Wait, is that—”
She literally rolled over, pulling him with her right off the edge of the bed and onto the carpeted floor below. He landed on top.
“Ooof,” she said with a wince. “My bladder didn’t appreciate that at all.”
“You deserve it for that pun.”
“Maybe so, but we’d better grab a towel, just in case I leak from either hole.”
They managed to get sufficiently cleaned up with tissues to get some clothes on and make their way down the hall to the bathroom. Mindful of the parents in their room across the hall, they said little—though Meagan grinned cheerfully up at him and kissed his hip as she peed—until they went back to her room.
“We’ll need to be a little more careful about staining anything,” Meagan said, looking at her rented bed and the carpet on the floor, “but I gotta say, I see some possibilities for some fun with having just one bathroom.”
“There could be some pile-ups, yeah,” Parker said cautiously.
“But also I’d be happy to take that outside.”
“Maybe that would be better. I’m still nervous of them finding out…”
“They won’t. We’ll hide it fine. Besides, even if they did, maybe they wouldn’t care.”
“Huh?”
“You do know the story behind Wonder Woman, yeah? How the man who invented her was into all kinds of kinky bondage stuff? Maybe your folks have their own secret, huh? I saw how your mom blushed when your dad called her ‘Diana’!”
“Oh, dear god, please don’t. I do not want that idea in my head.”
“Too late! Just be grateful I waited to tell you until after we had sex of our own, I knew it would throw you off. But yeah, your dad was pretty obvious about giving us room to get it on. By the way, I am so grateful to your mother, for so many reasons—but I really like your dad.”
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Here we go, folks:
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Since both Donna and Will worked, Meagan and Parker deeply enjoyed the next week.
“I could get used to this,” Parker said after their fifth straight day of having sex.
“Well, don’t,” Meagan said. She was lying on her belly reading something on Parker’s laptop, the perfect image of the perfectly-studious college kid—if not for the fact that she was stark naked. “I mean, it’s been awesome, but two things: one, next week I really need to focus on getting a job, and once I get one I’ll probably be gone a lot, and two—well. How to say this? I have enjoyed every minute of our fuckin’ this week, ‘cause we have not had this much freedom since… in ages, and I would like to try something different soon, mmkay?”
“That can be arranged. Anything in mind?”
“Well, I’d like to take tomorrow off. Maybe the day after. My vagina thanked you for choosing my boobs last night, and I think my whole body would like a little break.”
Parker was a little disappointed, and realized it probably showed, so he said, “Well, we can do that—but my body’s still raring to go.”
“Oh, and it will be even more after I’m through with it. I thought we could do our usual trade sometime soon: I control your coming, you control my peeing.”
“Mmmmmm. I do like that.”
“On Saturday, since your folks will be around, I thought we could do something with them in the afternoon and then go out after. Find a place where we can be a little wilder. A place for me to pee in ‘public.’”
Parker’s mind immediately flashed back to Annie on the playground. Then a wave of disgust rolled through him.
She wasn’t even looking at him, but somehow she knew. She rolled on her side to see him (hand casually draped across her hip) and said, “What’s up?”
“I was just remembering poor Annie on the playground. I felt bad for her then. Now that I’ve got more knowledge about consent, I feel really bad for her. She didn’t ask for that.”
“Tell me the story again,” Meagan said, in what he thought of her “proto-therapist” voice.
When he was finished, she asked, “So what did you do wrong?”
“Mostly? I enjoyed it. At all, I mean. I wasn’t happy about it, I felt bad for her—but I jacked off.”
“Yup, that’s really the only problem I’m seeing, and as problems go, it’s not huge. You tried to help her, you tried to make things right. She was super-embarrassed but it doesn’t sound like you had much you could do about it. But now: you know better now, you would do better next time, but you can’t do better for her back then. The past is past. So why are you still holding onto it? Especially the guilt?”
“I don’t know…”
“Well. It’s probably not therapeutically approved, but I think we just figured out where I’m peeing on Saturday night, huh?”
“We did?”
“Oh yeah.”
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The next morning, he woke up with her gently stroking his morning erection.
“I thought we weren’t gonna do anything today,” he mumbled, still fuzzy.
“Correction,” she said with a smile. “My body wanted a break. You said yours was still raring to go. And we agreed on our usual trade. So I’m teasing you until Saturday night.”
“Ah…”
“For instance, I was waiting until you woke up just so I could tell you this: I gotta pee. I’m going to the bathroom now and I’m gonna let it all out, in a nice big rush. Just picture that for me while I’m gone, ‘kay?”
She slipped into a t-shirt and sweatpants (“Not the robe,” she’d said earlier in the week, “too daring”), crossed her legs as she blew him a kiss, and padded barefoot down the hall.
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By Saturday, after several days of this treatment, Parker was pretty keyed up. His parents took them out to the riverfront park for a walk, since it was a lovely day in May and it wasn’t too humid yet. Meagan was on her best behavior for most of the time, but when she laid eyes on the river she did whisper in Parker’s ear, “All that water!” and grinned at his reaction. And halfway through the walk, as they held hands, she made them drop back to “admire something” for a minute, and said, “So what I want you to do for the rest of this walk is look for places for me to pee.”
“Do you need to go?” he said.
“Yup! I’ve been drinking plenty today. I’m not going to pee out here, there’s a bathroom back at the parking lot and if I can’t make it back that far, my name’s not Meagan the Mighty. But I want you to imagine that there isn’t a bathroom there, that I can’t make it any farther, that I’ve gotta go now. Just picture it in your mind as we walk along…”
But she didn’t pee at the parking lot bathroom; she held it until they got back to the house, then politely waited her turn as Donna went first, flashing Parker a dazzling grin. She really did pee then, but didn’t so much as glance at the bathroom after dinner, despite drinking an iced tea and plenty of water at the meal.
After dinner, Meagan and Parker went out “to watch the sun go down,” and made their way over to the little park where Annie had had her accident not quite two years before. There were a few kids still, so they walked around a bit until the sun was truly down, then headed back in. There were still a few kids, of an older variety—late middle school or early high school, Parker couldn’t tell; young, anyway—but these seemed inhibited by the presence of the two college students and soon moved off.
“Let’s go swinging!” Meagan said, and hopped onto one. Parker took the one next to her and tried to keep up as she pumped for altitude. “Whew, that’s a little hard on me,” she said—and kept pumping.
“Hard how?”
“Bladder, of course!”
“Scale of one to wetting yourself?”
“If I weren’t holding for you, I’d have gone before we left the house, but I’m a long ways away from pissing my pants.”
They simply enjoyed the delight of swinging in the cooling evening air. The park lights had come on and lit up the playground a little, but no one was around, and the houses that bordered the park all had high fences—to keep people from looking in their back yards and back doors, of course, but it helped Meagan and Parker now.
After some energetic swinging, Meagan eased off and coasted for a long time, gradually getting lower and lower. Parker matched her as they talked. After nearly half an hour on the swings, Meagan jumped down and said, “’Kay, I think I’m ready. Up on the play structure, right?”
“Yeah.” Parker got off his swing and followed her up.
At the top of the playground, things seemed a little darker. Perhaps the trees were blocking the lamplight. Regardless, it seemed that Meagan was lit more by the stars than by the lamps.
“So in your story she was wearing a bikini top,” she said. “Well, I didn’t wear one tonight. I don’t think you’ll mind, though.” She stripped off her t-shirt and hung it over the railing, then leaned back in just her red bra. Parker moved in close so he could see her freckles, then bent to kiss her cleavage. She pushed one bra strap off her shoulder, then the other, and let the cups slip. Her left nipple peeked over the edge. She unhooked the already-half-off bra and hung it beside her shirt. Then, with a magician’s flourish, she produced a small bottle of lube.
“Go ahead and feel me up,” she said softly. “I’ll handle you. Literally.”
Four minutes later, with his hands full of her breasts and her hand full of his cock, he moaned a little. She immediately let go. “Not yet,” she said with a smile.
“What about you?”
“Oh, I think we both can wait,” she said. “It’s getting harder for both of us, though, isn’t it?” She was locking down—no obvious visible sign, but he knew her well.
“Yeah,” he said, looking down at the erection she’d built up and then abandoned.
She wiped the lube off her hand with a tissue, then tucked both tissue and bra into the pockets of her jeans. Then she cupped her breasts, running her hands over them. He watched, enraptured. “Getting a little chilly out here, isn’t it?” she said. Her nipples were hard. “Makes me need to pee more. I really do need to pee. A lot. Shall I pee for you?”
“If you want to,” Parker said.
“Mmm, perfect answer. I’m gonna wait a little more. To make you a little more turned on, and to make me a little more desperate, and to show that I can. Then—where should I pee? Right here on the play structure? Down in the bark? Over behind that tree?” She mused on this for a moment, then spun out a story. “Oooh, yeah. Let’s pretend we don’t know each other that well, let’s pretend we’re just a couple of high school kids dating, and I am super-embarrassed that I need to pee. I can’t let you see me—but where can I go…?”
She crossed her legs. “Or I could just pee right here. We both could. We could have a piss-for-distance contest right here.”
“I can’t pee right now,” Parker said, resisting the urge to clutch his cock and jerk off.
“Fair enough. Shall we do the other way, then? Behind a tree?”
“Yeah, that sounded good…”
Meagan pulled her shirt back on (but didn’t go for her bra). She leaned up against him, back to him, bumped his erection with her butt, pulled his hands up to her bra-less breasts. “Glad you got to first base, hon?”
“I thought this was second base.”
“...Maybe we’re using different scales. Anyway, do you like it?”
“Mmmmhmm.”
“I’d let you get to third tonight, but I’m sorry, I really need to pee. Bad. Like, ‘I’m about to piss myself’ bad. Do you see anywhere I can go?”
“Sorry, not really—maybe behind a tree? That’s what I’d do.”
“You’re still gonna see my naked behind!”
“Do you think you can hold it until we get home?”
“No.”
“Well, I guess you’re going behind the tree or in your pants, then!”
“I guess…” Meagan pulled away from him, moved to climb down the ladder, then instead turned and slid down the slide.
“That makes me feel like I’m five again,” she said from the bottom.
“Just don’t let your bladder think that or you’ll piss your pants for real.”
She walked over to a tree—not the one he’d pointed out, but one that was a fair bit thinner. She turned back, legs crossed, slightly bent over. “Don’t look!” she said—but she gave a little nod and smile to show she was only acting the part.
Parker, still up above, just smiled and leaned forward on the railing, making sure his hard-on (still out of his pants) didn’t bump the wood.
Meagan danced around for a moment, making a big show of looking in all directions, and then unbuttoned her jeans, skinned them down to her knees—and then paused again, looking around, once again bouncing a little in desperation as she did. This did fascinating things to her bra-less boobs, and Parker watched with deep pleasure. Finally Meagan pulled down her panties and braced herself against the rather skinny tree. As she said, her butt was plainly showing. So was her stream as she let go a moment later.
It didn’t seem like a hugely long pee, but she straightened up, got dressed again, and came back up to join him looking much relieved.
“Didn’t seem like you had to go that bad,” Parker said. “I think you could have held it.”
“High-school-sweetheart me, or Meagan-the-Mighty me?”
“Either.”
She shrugged. “Did you like it, though?”
“Yeah, it was pretty nice! A little different. We should experiment again sometime.”
“And how are you doing?” she asked, running a pinky finger over his hard-on.
He shivered. “I’d like to let it out, too,” he said.
“Not yet. Put it away, lover, we’re going home.”
“I’ll get lube all over my shorts.”
“I’ve got some piss-spray on mine. We’re pretty even, I’d say.”
Hand in hand, they walked back toward Parker’s house. The latest imagery kept him pretty aroused, though, and he still had a noticeable bulge in his shorts. She noticed, and in between streetlights she gave him a quick rub over his pants.
Instead of going up to the front door, however, she led him to the side gate into the back yard. It was locked, but he had the key. Meagan opened the gate quietly, then peek her head around the house as he shot the deadbolt behind them. He could hear his mother’s music playing. When he started to walk all the way into the backyard, she pushed him against the wall and shook her head. Then she leaned close and whispered in his ear, “Your parents are out on the patio. We’re gonna stay right here.”
He nodded, wondering what game she was playing at—until she very slowly unzipped his shorts and maneuvered his penis out through the fly of his boxers. He glanced around, but the fence on two sides and the house wall on the third made perfect cover—so long as his parents didn’t get up and come around the house. The lube bottle reappeared in Meagan’s hand and, with total stealth, she applied a little dab on the tip, stroking his whole length. He looked at her like she was crazy.
“I decide when and where,” she whispered in his ear. “And by the way: I didn’t let it all out. Still gotta go. Bad.”
That had him hard again in a flash—despite the parental proximity, despite the fear of discovery. And she had him in a tight grip now, well-lubed. She wasn’t pumping fast, for fear of making noise, but there was no doubt she was going to make him come right there.
Then she doubled down. She nuzzled him and then blew him a kiss (not daring the sound of an actual one?) and then, after waving that hand to draw his attention, slid it under her waistband and between her legs. Holding? Fingering her clit? Both? He couldn’t tell.
Fear fought desire in his mind. But desire had Meagan’s hand on its side, and then Meagan leaned close again and breathed in his ear, “So bad.” She was wriggling now.
He couldn’t resist that. Biting his tongue against the moan, he came—right into his mother’s planter boxes along the fence.
She bit back a giggle—and then bit back her own sigh. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and she shuddered with her own climax.
Not ten seconds later, as he was still dripping from his cock and trying not to fall over or blush or make any noise, she reached past him, unbolted the deadbolt, and pushed the gate open. It bumped against the fence. She scraped her feet on the flagstones as if wiping off her sandals, holding up a warning hand that said Stay here, and then strode into the back yard.
“We’re back!”
“Hello, dear. Parker right behind you?”
“Yup! I was just noticing your flowers along the side, there. Would you like me to water them?”
“Oh, yes, please, I’ve been forgetting it. Hose is right over there at the corner.”
“Yup, I saw it. No need to get up, I got it!”
“Thank you, Meagan.”
She came back to the corner of the house, turned on the hose—wincing a bit as she did—and began to spray down the planter boxes. She also splashed a little water on the ground, entirely intentionally, and gestured for Parker to piss into it. Still aching from his terrified climax, and still terrified of being caught, he nonetheless grinned at her ingenuity and pissed his pipes clean. As soon as he tapered off and put away his (still-sticky) dick, she held out the hose and with the other hand mimed pulling down her pants. He grinned and walked past her into the back yard, exchanged a couple “good evenings” and explained where they’d gone on their walk. Only when his mother said, “Oh, that’s probably enough, Meagan!” did he walk back, saying over his shoulder, “We’ll just give it a little more in case we forget again.”
Meagan was standing cross-legged—no, one leg wrapped around the other—with a look of mixed exasperation, desperation, and admiration on her face. He responded with a quizzical shrug. She mimed the difficulty of getting her pants off one-handed. At last he took the hose. She whipped her shorts down to her knees and squatted, hovering over the planter boxes to let go at last.
Safely back inside their room with some music playing, they looked at each other—and collapsed into laughter.
“That was awesome,” Meagan said.
“I couldn’t believe it when you told me ‘I decide where and when’. You always make me wait!”
“Yeah, but the whole point is that I don’t make you come at times of your choosing. I found a moment when you wouldn’t want to come… so it was time to make you come anyway! But you, just walking past me, leaving me there desperate to piss with a running hose in my hand…”
“Fair’s fair.”
“Oh, totally fair! I just loved your sense of timing.”
“I wondered why you hadn’t just set the hose down in the box.”
“And ruin your setup? No, after that grin I knew you’d be back in a minute.”
“You did come, right?”
“Mmmhmm! Not as explosively as you, but I did. It all turned me on so much. The control, the lack of control…”
“Dear god you’re amazing.”
“You’re pretty cool yourself.”
“Thank you.”
“Thanks all around.”
He wrapped her in a big hug.
“You wanna keep this going for a while?” Meagan asked, leaning her head on his shoulder. “This crazy thing we got?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Good. So do I. Let’s do it.”
Edited June 30, 2018 by Weasel
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Author's Note:
Welp... I'm back.
The name is trash... but meh whatever.
I was considering doing a superhero themed story given that it is the season for it, but I happened to be inspired to write this, so I'll leave it up y'all.
Also, feel free to skip chapter 1 if you want to get straight into the omo stuffs. Chapter 2 should be farther down the page.
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Chapter I: A Trip Too Far (1)
Spirit’s room was clean and very white and silver. White walls, white lights, white topped furniture supported by silver metal. It was very much in fashion and also, at least in the fourteen year old’s opinion, quite bland.
Which was why she never wore white. Her long honey colored hair was tied back in a ponytail using a white ribbon that she liked to tie in the shape of a butterfly, but that didn’t count. She pulled her usual steel gray jacket unzipped over a mint colored tank top and blue jeans. She turned off the lights before opening the blinds allowing natural light to replace the artificial.
Spirit was neither tall nor short. She was sporty, or at least fairly athletic for someone who didn’t play or train for sports. The more unkind would call her skinny, but most people agreed that was just a little on the slim side.
The computer buzzed softly before fading out as Spirit powered it off. She had been reading an interesting article. Something about how women everywhere seemed to be needing to use the restroom much more often than normal. She was almost certain it was just some sensational bit cooked up to snag readers seeing as how no mention of such a phenomenon could be found anywhere.
Maybe she’d go back and actually read the article, but that would have to wait for later. Spirit wanted to be early for her physical exam that afternoon at the Military Prep School she would be attending starting next week. She wanted to join the Imperial Navy and doing well at the Military Prep School was a necessary first step.
It was always best to make a good first impression, hence Spirit’s leaving early for her exam. She was just about to pull on her boots when a familiar sensation caused her to frown. Hadn’t she only used the restroom a couple hours ago when she woke up earlier? Still it was best to take care of such business now before her commute.
Rush hour was always a pain. Spirit made sure to lock the door to the apartment before heading from the third to the tenth floor of the sky rise apartment complex. Perhaps part of why she was so determined to join the Imperial Navy was to escape the almost constant claustrophobic environment of the city.
The other reason was that she needed money. She still had parents technically, but she rarely heard from them. Her father was constantly holed up in his office in the middle of who knew where designing who knew what. Her mother just flat out disappeared sometime while she was in kindergarten. At least her father still sent her enough to cover the rent and her living expenses whenever he remembered.
She tenth floor was packed. The station which serviced many buildings in the area was if possible even more dense. Several times Spirit felt like she was going to drown in the sea of bodies but she managed to swim through mostly thanks to grabbing onto various items of furniture and occasionally unsuspecting strangers before she made it onto the train.
Fortunately, she managed to snag a spot next to one of the poles and clung to it tightly. The train smoothly glided forwards on its rails. Every stop, Spirit was being dragged by the people trying to get off and then crushed by the people entering. Still, this was at least twice as fast as trying to walk. Trying to get a ride would be even more impossible.
Spirit barely kept herself from planting her face directly into the pole as someone shoved her roughly from behind. A mother and daughter crammed themselves into the corner seat next to Spirit who had been thinking about trying for the spot before almost getting her face crushed.
“Oops, I’m so sorry. Are you alright dear?” Both the mother and daughter had auburn colored hair and wore designer blouses and leggings. The mother was looking at Spirit with concern.
“It’s no big deal.” Spirit gave a reassuring smile. “It’s not like I got- woah.”
Someone farther up the cabin couldn’t deal the with the acceleration and stumbled causing a mini domino effect. Spirit ducked as the last person in the line squeezed her against someone else.
“Like I was saying,” Spirit wheezed as she finally got some space back, “just fine.”
The mother clucked her tongue in sympathy. The daughter finally finished fixing her hair which had been messed up when they took the seats and noticed the a paper poking out of Spirit’s coat pocket. “Can I take a look?” she asked. “That symbol looks familiar but I can’t see it from here.”
“Oh, sure.” The paper was after all just some informational pamphlet. Spirit would never carry anything important on her person. Not in this city.
“Neat!” The girl took her hand off the paper which she had been twisting to see properly. “So you’re going to Military Prep as well?”
“Yup, I have my physical there this afternoon.”
“What a coincidence! So does Claire.”
“Really?”
“Yup.” The daughter extended her hand. “Claire Baum.”
“Spirit. Sorry, but I don’t think I can shake your hand right now.” Spirit was currently leaning sideways holding the pole with both hands to keep herself from toppling over.
Claire retracted her hand with a laugh. The three of them started talking about the school, swapping stories about what they had heard and a little about their pasts though there frequent interruptions caused by the shifting crowd.
Spirit was having a great time talking with the Baums when she noticed she had to pee. But the sensation passed away and she didn’t give it a second thought. She had after all used the restroom less than an hour ago before leaving the apartment.
Over the next half an hour though she grew conscious of the pressure building in her lower abdomen. It wasn’t worrisome, but it was noticeable. Spirit decided she would get off at the next station and take care of business before it had a chance to become worrisome. She did have some extra time after all having left so early.
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Chapter II: A Trip Too Far (2)
Spirit tried to get off at several stops but couldn’t seem to even make it an inch closer to the door. The closest she made it was about a foot before being abruptly knocked sideways and then dragged back to her pole. What had begun as a vague premonition was quickly becoming a warning. She could definitely tell that she needed to pee.
“Um, Mom.” Claire tugged the sleeve of her mother’s blouse. “I kind of need to use the restroom.”
“Me too dear. We’ll get off on the next stop.”
“Good luck,” said Spirit.
“Hm?”
“I’ve been trying to get off.”
“Huh.”
The next stop was particularly bad. True the crowd was moving to the exit, but that was mostly the people in the middle, the people along the sides simply got pushed back. Spirit found herself stuck straddling the pole like was glued.
The three of them stood up as a break appeared in the crowd. But the moment they approached the door, new commuters rushed in clogging the entry way. The doors slid shut behind them.
At least the crowd had thinned out enough for Spirit to have a seat. She sat down next to Claire who was looking at the graphic overhead.
“So the next stop is Caucasus Square. That isn’t too far.”
Claire nodded thoughtfully to herself before turning to Spirit only to be interrupted by someone sitting nearby.
“Didn’t you hear? They had to shut down the stations in this area.”
“What?”
“The construction.”
“Oh right. I didn’t realize that started today. No wonder so many people got off at the last stop.”
It took a moment for the implications to sink in.
“Wait, so which station comes next then?”
“Main St.”
“In Lotus Point? Oh god,” exclaimed Claire’s mother.
“How far is that Lindsay?” asked Spirit.
“A little over an hour and a half. Are you going to be alright Claire?”
“Maybe.”
At first the conversation revived, each intent on distracting themselves from their predicament. But as time wore on Claire became more and more quiet and Spirit ran out of stories. Spirit pulled out her copy of the campus map and started going over it repeatedly in an attempt to distract herself. Her slightly twisted sitting position helped her cope without appearing entirely unnatural.
But while Spirit remained relatively composed, Claire was quickly becoming a nervous wreck. She shifted constantly in the seat, occasionally bumping hips. One of her hands lay across her crossed legs, the other playing with the ends of her shoulder length hair.
“How long until we get to Lotus?”
“Another forty five minutes honey. How are you holding up?” Lindsay draped a comforting arm around her daughter’s shoulders.
“I don’t know if I can wait that long.” Claire shuddered. She hissed out between clenched teeth as she abruptly tensed up, gripping her hair like a vise. After a couple long seconds she breathed out and began rapidly bouncing her legs.
Spirit gave up on studying her map and abruptly stood up and started pacing slowly taking tiny steps.
“Going somewhere?”“I just need to move around.”
“Oh.” Lindsay’s look carried unspoken understanding. “I see.”
Spirit’s jeans were feeling a lot skinnier today than normal. She undid the fly, yanking down the hem of her tank top to hide her deed. But to her dismay while her waistband was no longer cutting painfully into her belly, it didn’t really bring her any relief.
She made her way steadily along the coach. Steadily that was for someone nursing an almost full bladder. But the movement was definitely helping. Spirit spotted a solidly built boy with messy sandy colored hair and brown eyes. He wasn’t tall, or big, but definitely fit. He was currently typing away furiously on a laptop.
Spirit’s eyes lingered a bit too long. The boy looked up and caught her watching. He grinned at her and then returned to his work. Spirit blushed and quickly looked away. As she walked she noticed him cast another glance at her. Even though she never really considered getting together with a boy Spirit probably would have felt gratified if not for the fact it was taking considerable effort to appear natural.
Trying to keep the sway in her step to a minimum she immediately turned back towards Claire and Lindsay.
A sudden splattering sound caused Spirit to convulse before regaining her composure and standing up with her legs tightly crossed. She looked around and spotted a little girl dancing around as she spectacularly failed to control her bladder while her mother reprimanded her ferociously and the others sitting nearby edged their feet away from the puddle.
Now that she looked around properly, Spirit noticed that a few of the female commuters were showing telltale signs of needing the restroom even the adults. A lady nearby wearing a suit looked to be in particularly bad shape, her hands buried in her crotch almost hidden by the briefcase laid across her lap.
Finally the girl finished. Spirit crept back to her seat and hurriedly crossed her feet at the ankles as she sat down. She glanced towards Claire who was now sitting on her heel taking deep breaths.
“You okay?”
“We’d better get there soon.” Claire groaned and jiggled her legs. “You?”
“I’m fine.”
‘For now’ Spirit added silently to herself. She had begun shifting with small surreptitious movements. The sound of trickling liquid permeated the carriage. Fortunately for the people sitting next to her, the lady with the briefcase had stood up quickly enough that very little piss pooled on the seat. She stood there blushing as piss streamed down her pants.
Unfortunately for one of the people sitting across from Spirit, the sound was too much for her handle. Swear words poured from the young woman’s mouth as a clear stream poured through her skirt. She stumbled towards one of the doorways, the others retreating at her approach.
“I’m sorry Mom.” A very red faced Claire grabbed between her legs glancing at her mother Lindsay before hastily looking away.
“Sh. It’s okay.” Lindsay was constantly shifting in her seat, hands placed in her lap.
Spirit was shivering. One hand lay against her belly, the other tapping at the empty seat beside her. As she looked around the cabin, her worry grew. Clearly everyone was reaching the end of their tether and she didn’t know how many more she could take before it would be her turn.
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Chapter III: A Trip Too Far (3)
Footsteps tapped against the carriages tile flooring. Spirit looked up and froze in her seat. She tried to shrink back as she saw the boy with the laptop walking their way.
“Do you mind if I take this seat?”
Spirit’s heart sank. Of course. Of course he wanted to sit next to her. If it were any other time, she’d be delighted. She had half a mind to turn him down but unconsciously nodded. She tried to shrink in on herself and keep her squirming tame.
“Do you like music?”
And he wants to chat?! Spirit mentally wrung her hands before answering as calmly as she could. Even still she couldn’t keep her voice from trembling and cringed.
“I guess.”
“What kind?”
“Pop. Mostly.”
“Hmmm...” He dug around in his bag for a moment before pulling out a pair of headphones. “I got some pop/rock stuff. Mia Everard?”
Truthfully Spirit didn’t listen to music much, but she kinda liked Mia Everard’s work. “She’s cool I guess.”
“Here. Volume’s this thing.” The boy handed Spirit the headphones showing her the little in-built volume control.
“You aren’t listening?”
The boy gestured to an earbud that Spirit hadn’t noticed before. “I got Line. Know what song you want? Oh, my name’s Dan by the way.”
“Spirit. Whatever’s fine.”
“Then how about we do… this one.” The familiar sounds of Mia’s To The Stars Again filled Spirit’s ears. She looked towards Dan who smiled back at her causing her to blush as she failed to stop squirming, even for a moment.
Liquid hit the ground again. Beside Spirit, Claire yelped and ground herself against her heel panting. Spirit involuntarily shook violently enough to careen into Dan. He reached over and adjusted the volume of her headphones higher. The sound of liquid seemed to fade away against the music and she calmed down a little bit.
Some attempted futilely to resist, others just let it happen. The carriage seemed to turn into a waterfall as woman up and down the carriage wet themselves in various fashions drawing hostile glances from the other commuters. Those that were still dry, or relatively so at least, were upset because each accident someone else had seemed to worsen their own predicament. Others were upset because of the utter mess that was being made.
Spirit gasped as a spurt dampened her panties. How much farther was it to Lotus?
“Hello?” Dan spoke into thin air, clearly talking to someone over phone the sound vaguely discernible over the music. “Well thanks for letting me know I guess. I’m on the train right now, forty minutes out. I’ll probably get off at Main though and go grab lunch or something. Yup, you got it. Bye.”
So definitely less than forty minutes. Another spurt prompted Spirit to give herself a quick squeeze as she rubbed her legs together. Nothing showed through her jeans although her panties now felt distinctly wet. A feeling doing her no favors.
With a flurry of movement, Claire shoved herself off the seat. The prominent dark patch on her leggings abruptly grew in size as piss poured out with such force that the stream formed even through the material of her garments. She sighed in relief as the contents of her bladder emptied while she squatted awkwardly.
Spirit hoisted her feet onto the seat and sat on her heel facing Dan, but it wasn’t doing much good. She gave herself a much harder squeeze to stem the flow that saturated her panties and finally wedged her hand with her thighs as she leaned against the seat back. She could feel a tiny wet spot on her jeans and didn’t dare try to let go with her hand.
The song came to end and with it, the sounds of liquid returned. Spirit clenched with all her might, fingers pressing as hard as she could to try and support her ailing muscles. “Choose another song, anything is fine,” she implored Dan.
Heaven’s Eyes came on and Spirit rocked slightly to the beat, but mostly in her efforts to hold back the impending flood. The wet spot on her jeans expanded slightly before she managed to wrest back control again. Sweat dripped down her face. All she could do was try to nurse as much time as she could from her failing body and pray that it was enough.
The announcement for Main St. gave Spirit some much needed hope as she dug into reserves of energy she didn’t know she had. She felt Claire, who had retaken her seat, touch her back comfortingly and whimpered through gritted teeth.
The headphones were taken from Spirit’s head and she watched Dan put everything in his backpack. He stood up grabbing onto one of the hand straps overhead. Lindsay stood up as well and a jet immediately shot through her leggings and onto the floor.
“Mom?” asked Claire in surprise.
Lindsay didn’t respond but stood quivering with her rear end sticking out and bobbed a couple times. She lifted her leg in one last attempt to hold back but ended up turning her dark gray leggings black as she completely and utterly soaked them. She gave long defeated sigh as her bladder emptied itself against her will. Many, many seconds she finally finished.
“How about we go shopping before your exam?”
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Obligatory reminder that voting is open through July 4th.
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Chapter IV: A Trip Too Far (4)
Spirit very gingerly and very slowly lowered her foot to the floor as she half twisted in the seat. The voice announced the station again. Dan offered her a hand and yanked her bodily to her feet. She pranced on the spot, both hands pressing for all she was worth.
The only reason she had lasted this long was adrenaline, which meant she was working with borrowed time.
This time, Spirit was able to make it to a spot in front of the door. The moment they slid open, she slipped through the gap and off to the side. At least now she was off the train. She weaved her way through the crowd on the platform. Well, tottered was a more appropriate description.
The station restrooms were undoubtedly going to be crowded. Her only shot at making it to one dry, well, dry relatively speaking, was to head for one of the adjoining buildings and being fortunate enough for it to not have a line.
Spirit muttered rapidly under breath pleading with the clock, her bladder, the god(s), the weather, anything and everything that might and definitely couldn’t affect her predicament. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took another step then froze in place.
She tensed up, frantically damming a leak. A few seconds later and her defenses finally crumbled. Her jeans, her socks, her shoes, even the hem of her jacket. Nothing was spared by the tsunami that left her completely drenched from the waist down. She sobbed bitterly, unwilling to give in, but also unable to do anything to change her unfortunate outcome. Just thinking about the people around made her want to go hide under a rock for the rest of her life in shame.
“C’mon you.” Someone grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her through the crowd and into one of the nearby buildings. As they broke through into a wide spacious corridor with glass walls and roof, she realized it was Dan. Because of course it was. Goddamn luck.
“Here.” Dan took off his sweatshirt and then seemed to realize that it would do nothing to hide Spirit’s accident. “Never mind. This shortcut tends not to be too crowded.”
“Shortcut? To where? And why not?” Spirit sniffed loudly and returned somewhat to reality from her wallowing.
“To the School. You said you had a physical today, right?”
“Um, yeah.”
“I’m an assistant there. Oh, and this is the business sector so we’re really not supposed to be here but most people don’t actually mind.”
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Spirit swabbed the inside of her mouth and handed the swab over to the guard who promptly threw in the machine. The guard’s eyes lingered on her still damp clothing as he looked over her while the system identified her. He pursed his lips in disapproval before waving her through anyways. Her cheeks burned crimson.
“Don’t pay him any mind. He doesn’t approve of anyone,” remarked Dan as he strolled in after her without having to go through the procedure.
The campus was like a ghost town. Then again that was to be expected. The only really busy area would be the logistics department preparing for the upcoming school year and the medical center performing all the new student physicals.
Dan had just led Spirit into his dorm room when his phone buzzed. He checked and then put it away again with a sigh.
“I was suppose to go help out at Logistics at one,” he answered Spirit’s questioning glance, “but my supervisor is held up by something and keeps pushing the start time back.” He sighed again and gestured off towards an attached door.
“Bathroom’s there. Okay, now I’m actually going to get some lunch. Do you want anything?”
“Um...” Spirit fidgeted and plucked at her ruined pants. “Do you have anything I might be able to wear?”
Dan waved his hand dismissively. “I’ll take care of it. You sure you don’t want anything from Subway?”
In the end Spirit relented and asked him to get her a small sandwich. She stepped into the bathroom as he left and finally peeled her clothing off. It took a long time standing under hot water and soap before she finally felt clean again.
With reluctance she turned the water off and toweled herself dry before wrapping around like a dress. She looked at herself in the mirror. Soft green eyes blinked back at her. Green eyes that held both exhaustion and fear.
Spirit sighed and shut the toilet lid before sitting down and resting. She was still sitting like this when the smell of food wafted in making her stomach grumble. Dan knocked sharply on the door.
She stood up to unlock the door and Dan thrust a bag through the gap before shutting it again. Spirit looked through the bag. There was a set of cream colored pants, sneakers, and undergarments. Judging from the tags, he had gotten them all on sale for cheap so she didn’t feel too bad about it. She would pay him back for them although it did creep her out that everything was in her size even though she never told him.
“You looked the same size as my sister, so I just bought the same stuff she always makes me get her,” explained Dan as they ate. “She’s here too somewhere. I think she’s helping Dad get ready for the new year.”
“Your dad works here?”
“He teaches history.”
“Well thank you for everything.” Spirit stood up and gathered her things storing her ruined clothing in the shopping bag. Spirit made sure to pay Dan for his trouble despite his protests. And then she made doubly sure that she used the restroom before leaving, still haunted by the events that transpired earlier.
As she followed the directions to the medical center, Spirit vaguely wondered what she was going to do about the trip back and then put it from her mind. She didn’t want fear and worry to interfere with whatever it was she would have to do. |
AMANDA'S BOYFRIEND
Coming up behind me, Amanda put her arms round my neck and nuzzled my ear. "Tom, darling," she murmured huskily "I want to do something incredibly exciting with you today!"
Valerie regarded us over the rim of her breakfast coffee cup. "Let's cut to the chase" she said drily. "She wants you to drive her to the airport to pick up her new boyfriend."
Amanda poured herself an orange juice and a large cup of black coffee. "Mummy had said that Callum would be welcome to visit and he texted me last night to say that he has managed to get a cheap last-minute ticket on Easyjet to come over here for a couple of weeks. He is due to arrive at Pisa at eleven this morning."
"Happy to drive you there" I said, "but eleven o'clock will be tight. It's a good two hours' drive from here and it's already five past nine. We had better get going!"
Amanda quickly downed her juice and coffee and grabbed her handbag. I fetched some water bottles from the fridge and picked up the car keys.
Admiring the graceful swing of her hips, I followed Amanda down the narrow path to where the battered old Fiat hatchback was parked under the shade of a tree. She looked stunning in a cool, white, cotton crop shirt and a lilac and navy plaid tennis skirt that moved sensuously as she walked. I opened the passenger door for her and caught an enticing glimpse of pink cotton panties as she swung her legs into the car.
The engine clattered into life and we set off.
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As we approached the airport, Amanda was crossing and re-crossing her legs, causing her already short skirt to ride up to crotch level in a most distracting manner. She frowned at her mobile phone. "Callum's plane has already landed" she said. "We'd better hurry!"
Biting back the obvious retorts that (1) we had been hurrying for the last two hours and (2) an even better plan would have been to have started earlier, I turned into the open air short term car park and backed into one of the few remaining spaces.
The battered old Fiat hatchback did not boast anything so sophisticated as air conditioning and Amanda had been taking frequent drinks of water during the hot, dusty journey. As I had not had the same opportunity whilst driving, I paused to gulp down a few mouthfuls of water before I got out of the car. "Hurry up!" urged Amanda, jigging up and down as she waited for me. "I need the loo urgently and I want to be in the arrivals hall when Callum comes through!"
We walked quickly over to the airport terminal. Passengers with Easyjet tags on their baggage were already coming into the crowded arrivals hall so Amanda headed straight over to the Customs exit to look out for him. Watching her from behind as she waited for Callum to appear, I again thought how gorgeous she looked in her pleated tennis skirt, moving restlessly from foot to foot as though she was about to wet herself.
She waved to a good looking boy in a T shirt and faded chinos. They kissed and Amanda murmured something in his ear "You're always bursting!" he replied with a smile.
"Tom, this is Callum" said Amanda. "Introduce yourselves, I must dash to the loo!" We watched her hurry through the chaos that is Pisa airport on a good day.
It turned out that Callum and I already knew each other slightly as we both played rugby for our respective universities and I remembered him as an impressive scrum half. "I guess by now you must be used to Amanda's tendency to leave everything to the last minute." I said.
"Oh yes" he laughed. "And sometimes until after the last minute!"
Amanda soon reappeared, looking frantic. "The nearest loos are closed for cleaning. I've been all the way to the other end of the terminal but there is a long queue for the ladies' loos there" she said. "I'll make a puddle on the floor if I try to wait so we'd better go. Maybe I can do a wee behind the car."
We walked out into the hot sunshine. I took out my mobile phone to use the parking fee app. Amanda suddenly froze and squeezed her legs tight. "I'm wetting my knickers!" she gasped. "Tom, give me your mobile, quick!"
"You want to take a selfie?" I asked, puzzled.
"No, you frabjous ass! Quick, hand it over! Pleeease!!!"
One of Pisa airport's few saving graces is a wide, attractive lawned area, studded with trees, terracotta planters and modern sculptures, that fronts the terminal building and separates it from the service road and the short term car park beyond.
I handed my mobile to Amanda who hurriedly stepped on to the grass and started taking photos of one of the sculptures. Pee streamed down her legs, over her flip-flops and into the grass at her feet. Most of the passers-by did not even glance at her - she was just another tourist taking a picture - but a young lad nudged his companion and said something. The other youth sniggered and they stopped to stare at Amanda. Callum and I advanced on the pair. Nothing was said, but they wisely decided to move on.
Amanda rejoined us. "Back under control for for the moment," she reported "but I'll need to finish off when we get to the car."
As luck would have it the car was backed into a space with a high hedge behind it separating the car park from the service road. I opened the car doors and the rear hatch to let the hot air out and we waited whilst Amanda stood behind the open passenger door, legs akimbo and skirt raised, wetting her pink cotton briefs for a second time. She gave us a cheeky grin as her pee splashed on to the tarmac and ran in rivulets beneath the cars on either side. "What's the matter with you two? Haven't you ever seen a girl do a wee before?"
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When we arrived back at the villa we found that the others had already moved down to the poolside for the afternoon but had left us a cold lunch in the kitchen. Amanda hurried upstairs to change her wet knickers whilst Callum and I poured ourselves cold beers and grabbed a chicken drumstick each.
"Has Amanda explained the house rules?" I asked. Callum looked puzzled.
"We usually spend our afternoons around the swimming pool but it is some distance from the house. Angela, the girls' mother, is keen that we all stay hydrated in the heat, which means that sooner or later we all need to pee. We don't pee in the pool and rather than walk all the way back to the house the girls wet themselves. That was fine when they were all just family but it got a bit awkward when I appeared on the scene, followed by Jack, Emily's boyfriend. Rather than emphasising male superiority by taking a piss behind a tree, we do the same as the girls and pee in our shorts. OK with you?"
"Um, yes, sure" Callum replied. "Though it's going to feel a bit strange. I haven't pissed myself since I was a toddler. On the other hand I do get turned on when a girl wets herself, especially if she is doing it on purpose."
"You're in good company" I reassured him. "All of us boys are of the same mind! I recommend a plunge in the pool when it all gets too exciting."
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After our late lunch Amanda, now wearing a bright yellow bikini and large straw hat, led us through the grounds of the villa down to the swimming pool where Emily and Jack were cavorting in the cool, fresh water. Angela and Valerie were relaxing on loungers under the shade of sun umbrellas - Valerie topless, wearing just a small pair of navy blue bikini briefs. They rose to greet Callum and the others scrambled out of the pool to be introduced to the new arrival.
After hands had been shaken all round, Amanda picked up a beach ball and challenged Emily and Jack to a game of pool volleyball. The four of them plunged into the water. After four hours of driving I was looking forward to drowsing away the heat of the afternoon so I pulled up a sun-lounger and stretched out beside Valerie.
Given the events of the morning it was, perhaps, not surprising that I found myself reflecting with erotic pleasure on the girls' various approaches to wetting themselves when the need arose.
Valerie had told me that as a child Amanda was about as predictable as an unexploded bomb. She tended to ignore the signals from her bladder if there was something more interesting going on and was not at all bothered about wetting her knickers, though her mother insisted that she showed due consideration to other people and to limiting collateral damage.
As a teenager she became aware of just how attractive she was to boys and started to take great care over personal grooming, clothes and makeup. Even so, when circumstances permitted, she would prefer to wet herself discreetly rather than tolerate the discomfort of a full bladder.
From my first day at the villa last year, she had no inhibitions about letting go in her bikini by the pool. On the other hand, when she had been unable to avoid wetting herself fully clothed whilst sheltering from a storm last year [Valerie stories 2 & 3] it later emerged that she had been quite upset at losing control in my presence. There was no sign of that embarrassment at the airport today. What has changed between then and now? Is it the extra confidence of a year at university? Or have I been promoted from intriguing stranger to trusted friend? Either way, Amanda is more complex than she seems.
I was musing on this enigma when Angela, the girls' mother, put down her novel, swung her long legs off her sun-lounger and stood up. She is, I thought, in remarkably good shape for a mother of three in her forties and the high-leg cut of her favourite teal swimsuit, which no doubt cost a fortune from some designer boutique in Florence, accentuated her elegant silhouette.
She took a few steps on to the grass and stood still as rivulets of pee coursed down her thighs on to the grass at her feet. When she had finished she walked over to the pool steps and entered the water, keeping well out of the way of the energetic game in progress.
Angela's approach to wetting herself is, as she had just demonstrated, relaxed, natural and matter of fact, though I notice that when Peter, her husband, is around there is a sexual charge in the air. It is clear that he finds it exciting and that she knows it.
Although Emily will usually wet herself rather than walking back to the house, she is much more discreet about it than Amanda. It is obvious that she has peed in her bikini, less obvious exactly when. However, from hints that Valerie has dropped, it seems that she is considerably less reserved when she is alone with Jack.
And...Valerie! I love watching her stand and gaze out across the Tuscan countryside as a triangle of moisture appears in the fabric of her bikini briefs and a stream of pee sparkles in the sunlight between her perfectly shaped legs.
My reverie was interrupted by Emily, Jack, Amanda and Callum noisily leaving the water, laughing and joking as they picked up towels from the stack on a table. Jack pissed in his shorts as he dried his hair. "Good man!" I thought. "Show the new boy how its done!" I noticed that Callum, however, did not follow suit.
I could understand his hesitation. It is one thing to agree in principle to the idea of peeing in your bathers but you have to overcome a lifetime of conditioning to stand up and deliberately wet yourself in front of people you have only just met, even if you see others doing the same.
Amanda sensed that all was not well with Callum, who was looking increasingly uncomfortable as the afternoon wore on. Eventually she stood up, took him by the hand, walked him over to a wooden bench on the grass, sat on his lap, kissed him and wet herself. She continued to pee into his lap until his soaked shorts could take no more and rivulets trickled through the bench slats on to the grass beneath them. Suddenly the stream doubled in size as Callum finally let go. She murmured something to him. His reply made Amanda squeal with laughter, jump up and run to the pool, with Callum in hot pursuit.
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Emily and Jack had organised a poolside barbecue that evening. Jack was frying steaks, sausages and seafood kebabs on the glowing charcoal bed of the built-in barbecue and Emily, who had finished her part of the preparations, sat on the low wall that surrounded the pool terrace watching him at work.
Cool and elegant in her coral pink bikini, she looked as though she had stepped straight out of the pages of a fashion magazine. It was only because I happened to be looking in her direction that I noticed the moment when a puddle emerged beneath her shapely rear, expanded over the coping stones of the wall and overflowed on to the paving below.
Jack and Emily served up the barbecued meat, seafood, salad and crusty bread and we all stood around, eating and drinking chilled Peroni beer from bottles. When Angela had finished her food she walked a short distance on to the lawn, crouched down and peed through her swimsuit for the second time that afternoon. The pattering sound of pee on grass became a splashing sound as a puddle formed beneath her before slowly soaking into the ground.
Having spent the day topless, Valerie put on a high-waisted, long-sleeved jumper as the sun set and the temperature began to drop. The effect was surprisingly sexy, emphasising her nudity from the waist down apart from that provocative little pair of navy blue bikini briefs.
The combination of cooler air and chilled beer took its effect on Valerie. Swigging from her third large bottle of Peroni she wet herself in the middle of a conversation with Emily and Jack, after which she ceased to make any effort to control her sphincter, almost continuously leaking and spurting small amounts of pee into her already soaked bikini briefs and leaving a trail of splashes and small puddles on the pool terrace.
Feeling the pressure of the beer myself, I stepped aside and let go, feeling the warmth spread through the fabric of my Speedos beneath my t-shirt. It was, I reflected, a good thing that the villa's automatic sprinklers came on before dawn to keep lawns and terraces well watered.
Amanda and Callum, who was now looking much more relaxed, walked over to the grass. Amanda held both of Callum's hands as she wet her yellow bikini briefs. A second stream of pee fell from the legs of his swimming shorts. The taboo had been broken.
Darkness fell and the charcoal embers of the barbecue slowly faded. Angela helped Jack and Emily clear up the debris of the meal and carry it up to the villa. Amanda called goodnight and, hand in hand, she and Callum followed them indoors.
"After Amanda has had her wicked way with him tonight, I doubt Callum will be able to erect so much as a sun umbrella by morning" I predicted.
Valerie giggled. "That gives me an idea!" she said, taking my hand and leading up the path to the villa. |
This story is inspired by a true account I once read about a women who really needed to use the bathroom while at a protest. In this first chapter, I set the stage for further desperation to come, as Abigail Shearman ventures into a crowded city for her debut in collegiate activism. Incidentally, this is also my debut desperation fiction for this website, so I hope you all enjoy!
Abigail Shearman and the Protest Potty
Chapter 1
Abigail Shearman never considered herself political. She was the type of girl whose soft-brown curls and bright green eyes and prim little nose people would expect to see in a Casely-Haylford clothing advertisement, or plastered on a brochure for a New England boarding school. But people’s assessments, as it turns out, usually tended to be fair, because Abigail Shearman was exactly that type of girl. With a mother in orthopedics, and a father in investment banking, Abigail had spent her high-school years boarding at the Westover School. She’d spent four years under the austere rules of the headmaster, adhering to strict uniforms, study hours, and limited visitation with the opposite sex (dates at Westover were rare, but when they happened, they were with the men of Warburtons’ the partner school down the road).
But it had all paid off. Abigail had gotten into Oberlin. Her parents hadn’t wanted her to move away from Massachusetts, preferring that she attend Boston University, but she had been insistent. And now here she was, a month into the semester, painting protest signs in the dorm room with her roommate Bryn and one of Bryn’s friends, a sophomore named Charli with bright strawberry hair.
Truth be told, the first couple of weeks of university had been rough for Abigail. Given that Oberlin was the oldest coeducational liberal arts college in the country, she hadn’t expected much of a transition. The classrooms would still be held in gothic buildings, the weather would still call for merino sweaters in University colors. But despite these similarities, Abigail had found that any mention of her alma mater brought immediate derision from her classmates. She’d gotten more than a few stares when she wore her Christopher Kane ensemble with the Westover insignia to the dining hall. And another girl had audibly scoffed when she mentioned offhand that one of their Biology TA’s reminded her of a prefect she’d hated.
Then there was Bryn. With the pink streak in her bleach blonde hair. With the bangs she’d obviously cut herself with a spare pair of scissors (probably rusty). With the small septum ring that ran a perfect metallic circle through her nose. During move-in, when one of the movers she'd hired was hauling in a box full of dresses, Bryn had thrown the name Princess right at her. As in, "Hey Princess, want to head down to the dining hall? No dress-up required." It wasn't said with a particularly mean-spirited tone, and after that, Bryn had treated her nicely enough. But Abigail knew she had to be judging her, she just knew it. This self-conscious fear shot through her every time she typed away on her brand-new laptop. It ran down her spine whenever she picked out a pair of pumps from her dorm closet. So when Bryn had asked her if she wanted to come with her to the protest in a nearby city, she jumped at the chance.
And now here she was, awake around 7:30 in the morning on a Saturday, prepping for a protest. All of the girls were finishing up the signs they had started painting the night before. Charli had brought a pourable box of coffee from the campus Dunkin Donuts around 7:00. Abigail had poured herself a cup and took appreciative gulps to wake herself up. She’d developed a bit of a bad caffeine habit during her Westover days as a result of many late night assignments, so a.m. sleepiness was more of an excuse than anything else. The girls had been working non-stop for the past thirty minutes, with Bryn and Charli discussing the trip as Abigail stared longingly at their signs. Bryn’s said, in bright pink glitter block letters, “I’m Too Clumsy to Be Around Fragile Masculinity!”
The protest was a women's march in response to a corporate executive firing around twenty women from a national headquarters after it was revealed that they were a part of a secret group chat that was used to mock leading members of the board. What had been intended as a harmless joke had resulted in the termination of twenty careers. The protest had snowballed into hundreds nationwide, so Bryn had picked the city with a march that was closest to the college. They were scheduled to take a bus into the city at 8:00. Abigail hadn’t ridden the Greyhound before, but when Bryn told everyone it was time to go, she drained the last of her now thrice-emptied coffee cup, grabbed her sign which read in a neat marker cursive, “Free Speech, Fragile Egos” (she’d looked up “cool protest slogans for posters" on the internet the night before after Bryn had gone to sleep) and began the trudge through the autumn morning to the campus bus-stop.
The girls got to the bus-stop around 7:45 a.m. Abigail tucked her sign under her arm and scanned the nearby buildings. She could already feel the first twinges of coffee, the type of discomfort she was at the moment too embarrassed to name, even in her head. The bus ride was supposed to be four hours long. She scanned the area surrounding the bus-stop. She could run into the nearby academic building and search for the toilets. But what if the bus was late? She might hold everyone up, and then Bryn would regret ever inviting her. Or worse, they’d leave without her and her one shot at some semblance of friendship on campus would be ruined. She decided she would be fine staying where she was. Post-coffee twinges weren’t important enough to be addressed. After all, she told herself, she wasn’t a high-maintenance princess. She was an Oberlin student, a protestor, dare she even say it, an activist! Taking a toilet break at every little discomfort wouldn't be very counter-culture. She clutched her sign and stood tall in firm resolve.
About ten minutes later, she snuck another glance at the building. But it was now 7:55 a.m. The bus would be arriving in five minutes. If she couldn’t go then, she definitely couldn’t go now.
At 8:05 a.m., the bus still wasn’t there. The lack of punctuality annoyed Abigail almost as much as the twinges, which seemed to press with just a bit more intensity when coupled with the knowledge that she could have gotten relief by now.
“I’m sure it will be here in a minute or so,” Bryn said.
“I’m just going to run into that building for a second while we wait for it then,” Charli said as she took off on a light jog towards the building. “Coffee went straight through me!”
“You’re so lame!” Bryn said with a laugh. “Can’t even hold down a kid-sized cup of coffee. Your body’s gonna put you out of commission long before the police can take the march down.”
“What can I say, god blessed me with a big ass and cursed me with a small bladder,” Charli yelled over her shoulder as she ran towards the building’s front entrance.
Abigail stared longingly after Charli as the doors closed behind her. She considered following after. But the thought of getting teased by Bryn the way Charli had been made her burn with shame. She gave her legs a little cross, and tried to concentrate on the bus-stop. Instead her mind turned towards the three cups of coffee that she had pounded down with such eagerness over the last hour. She imagined it draining down, filling her up drop by drop until it there was a liter of liquid sloshing around inside her, pushing up against the tight band of her new Paige and Givenchy jeans…
“I’m gonna go, I better, um, I better check up with Charli,” Abigail told Bryn. She placed her sign on the ground by her feet. She then turned towards the building and half-walked, half-jogged her way over in an effort to be casual. For all Bryn knew, she just wanted to make sure Charli was on time and to grab a drink of water from the fountains. She went inside and then gave the hallways a quick back and forth. In the corner, there it was, a Ladies room. Thank goodness.
She pushed her way inside and entered the empty of the two stalls. She could hear Charli wiping in the stall next to her. Abigail pulled down jeans and pink panties and sat down on the cool porcelain of the toilet. She tried to concentrate on the task at hand. She waited patiently for Charli to pull her pants up, flush, and exit the stall. The idea of her sitting next to her, hearing her, made her blush. During her time at Westover, she would start her mornings an hour earlier than all the other girls just so she could relieve herself in peace. The idea of other girls knowing what she was doing, imagining her in the act, picturing her body squatting on the seat, seeing her panties around her ankles: the whole thing made it so hard for her to go.
So when Charli finally finished washing her hands and the door swung shut behind her, Abigail breathed a nervous sigh of relief. The bathroom was empty but she had to be quick, the bus could be there any second. Please, please, let me go, she silently willed her bladder. She tapped her feet up and down and tried to re-imagine the sound of running water pouring from the sink. A little spurt shot out, followed by a small little stream, she’d gotten it started, it would be okay….
The door to the bathroom burst open and Abigail’s little stream came to an immediate halt.
“Abigail, is that you in there? Come on, finish up! The bus is leaving!”
The sound of Bryn’s voice had Abigail to her feet, pants and panties pulled up, in a matter of seconds. “Sorry I’m totally ready let’s go! I’m so sorry!” Abigail ran out of the bathroom and out of the building, on the tail of a now-sprinting Bryn. Charli stood at the entrance of the bus, holding all of their signs and telling to the bus driver to wait for just a minute longer.
They caught the bus just in time. They filed their way to the back of the bus towards a three person seat in the very back of the bus. Abigail face was bright red. She tried not to make eye contact with the rows of faces, people she’d kept waiting. People she’d held up by using the bathroom. She sat down to the right of Abigail and turned towards the window, pretending to be interested in the gray, now-empty bus stop. Then the bus lurched forward and they were on their way.
By the time they had merged onto the highway, the initial shock of Abigail’s embarrassment had faded away a bit, and she began to talk to Bryn and Charli about the march to come. But with her thoughts no longer dominated by shame, they returned to the initial source of the problem. This was a four hour bus trip. Abigail gave her legs a tight squeeze and tried not to think about those three cups of coffee. But it was more than a twinge now. However, Abigail Shearman wasn’t about to make two scenes in one day. She wasn’t going to fulfill any more high-maintenance Westover stereotypes. She was uncomfortable. But for now, she was in control. She glanced at her watch, then glanced at the long expanse of highway ahead. With a quick cross of her legs, she turned her mind towards the march ahead.
End of Part 1 |
Chapter 2
After about an hour spent on the highway, three things became abundantly clear to Abigail:
Number One: Bryn was even cooler than she had imagined. Charli brought out of her all sorts of stuff that would never have come up around Abigail. It turned out that this was Bryn’s third protest of the month, and it was to be followed up by a Titus Andronicus concert tomorrow, which according to Charli was the punk-rock- indie outfit to go to see that week. Apparently the fifth song off the album Monitor was an absolute jam the last time they played it live. Abigail pictured Bryn’s curves squeezed into a tight pair of leather pants and a ripped up band tee, bouncing up and down as she danced around in the pit. She promptly chastised herself for allowing her thoughts wander there.
Number Two: This protest was not going to be the usual college chant-for-a-few minutes-then-grab-pizza sort of meet-up. About 100,000 women were expected to filter into the city that was equipped to satisfy a population around half that size. The city had been prepping all week trying to get ready, designating walkways with road barricades and installing a few port-a-potties throughout the downtown area. However, the night before city officials had put out the PSA that they were way in over their heads, so protestors should prepare for a bit of chaos. No amount of preparation could accommodate the sheer numbers they were about to deal with.
Number Three: Abigail Shearman needed a potty break. Badly. The coffee had hit her bladder, and it had gotten too uncomfortable to ignore. But Bryn and Charli were right next to her, so she placed her hands on her lap and clamped her legs together. This attempt at nonchalance lent itself to an unnaturally stiff pose. She looked like a statue, or an extremely uptight librarian.
“Loosen up Princess,” Bryn said when she noticed Abigail's tightly composed frame. “This isn’t a debutante ball, no one’s gonna tell on you for bad posture.” Abigail forced a laugh and tried to loosen her posture without pulling her legs apart.
“Ooh man, is this bus gonna stop anytime soon? Because I seriously need to tinkle”, a woman in the row ahead of them turned and said to a man that looked to be her boyfriend. The woman must have been in her early twenties. She had sea-green hair and wore plastic-rimmed glasses and dark eyeliner, a slightly chubby woman with the kind of stomach that poked out of her Death Note graphic tee and sat just over the the lining of her jean shorts, the kind of ass that stretched to the fullest extent the denim would allow. This is the way shorts are supposed to be worn thought Abigail in the more secret parts of her mind that lay beyond the impossible body standard that had been commonplace at Westover. The woman had also admitted her predicament with the cutesy awkwardness that accompanies women whose more conventional sensibilities prevent them from announcing their needs with direct, harsh phrases of “I need to take a piss”, the kind of girls who dance around the subject for a full minute before announcing their need to freshen up, only for them to release hours of pent-up jets of pee they’ve been holding in tightly for hours, their bladders swollen and pressed against the panties. Or maybe Abigail was just projecting. This woman, after all, had announced her need in public, something she would never have done.
The green-haired woman bobbed up and down in her seat.
“You shouldn’t have sucked down that bottle of sweet tea Brittany, you know how quick that hits you,” the man said back to her.
“You know I can’t help it Ned. I’m a sucker for Lipton. But baby I’m serious, my bladder feels like a balloon. Can you ask the bus-driver to stop?” Brittany said, her voice hitting a small whine.
“Can you hold it for another forty-five minutes?” Ned asked. “We’re supposed to be scheduled for a rest stop half-way through the journey.”
“I guess so. But if there’s a long line once we stop I’m going potty in the sink.”
Abigail turned her head towards the window in embarrassment. She hoped they hadn’t noticed her listening. She tried not to picture the woman with her enormous ass squatting over the bathrooms sink, trying her best to balance as she released a powerful stream of piss, her head tilted back in relief. She tried not to picture it, but to no avail. Oh wow, I really needed to tinkle, said the imagined Brittany, her green hair falling around her cute face as she made eye-contact with imagined Abigail. The thought was so vivid it made Abigail’s need even worse.
“Thank god there's going to be a rest-stop, I could really use another bathroom break,” said Charli.
“It’s been an hour!” Bryn said with a laugh. “You better get it all out of your system, because I’m coming to march, not to wait in line at the port-a-potties all afternoon while you empty your tiny bladder. You're gonna have hold it or piss in the grass.”
“Shut up Bryn,” said Charli. “We can’t all have big strong bladders like you. Or have the coffee-drinking abilities of Abigail.” Charli turned towards her. “You were pounding back coffee like a champ and you only need one toilet break. What’s your secret?”
“Uh, I don’t know, I guess I just drink so much of it all the time, you know? No effect.” Perhaps saying so would convince her bladder it was true. No such luck.
“Well then I’ve got first dibs on those toilets when we get there" Charlie said. Nature’s call has now started to yell at me.”
Abigail contemplated what she was going to do about the toilet situation. The bathrooms were going to be public. It wasn’t like she couldn’t use them, if things got bad enough. It was just…harder. All those people would hear her peeing, and it was definitely not going to be a couple of cute little spurts. This put-together princess had to piss like a racehorse.
Abigail concentrated. I need a plan. Maybe she could get something to eat first, and then go in after those who needed the toilets were done using them. Then the toilets would be all hers. That was a good plan. She only had to wait forty-five more minutes. With renewed resolve, she attempted to distract herself with some conversation with Bryn. That was what this was all about anyways, making some friends. She forced herself to engage, and tried to ignore the sound of a desperate Brittany reminder her boyfriend how badly she needed to pee, tried not to picture her thighs jiggling up and down, her hands pressed between them, tried not to imagine a few drops of pee spreading onto a pair of extra-large Hot Topic panties. To Abigail's right, Charli squirmed in her seat, her red hair beginning to match a rising color in her cheeks, though she kept smiling and laughing and giving Bryn shit back whenever she got teased. It was nice to know she wasn't the only one. Her bladder on the other hand, did not need these reminders. Forty-five more minutes. Abigail Shearman crossed her legs and waited.
End of Part 2 |
Chapter three is here - sorry for the wait! Work has been ridiculous, but I found some time to finish the chapter today. Hope you all enjoy!
Chapter 3
The next forty or so minutes seemed to take forever, but finally the bus pulled off of the highway and merged into the parking lot of a rest area. Brittany stood up immediately, one of her hands jammed between her thick legs.
“I’m on the brink,” she told Jason. “I need to get to a toilet now!”
“Can you hold it for a few minutes?”
“I don’t know,” she said. She leaned into Jason’s ear. “I already leaked a little into my panties.”
The bus came to a stop and the driver opened up the doors.
“Please, I really need to pee!” Brittany said as she pushed her way from the very back of the bus to the front of the aisle. Abigail watched her big denimed ass swing from side to side as she squeezed her way through the tight rows. She thought she could make out a small dark spot, but perhaps it was just her imagination. “Sorry, I really need to get to the toilets!” Brittany said as she pushed in front of a woman who was trying to get out.
“You’re not the only one who needs to piss!” yelled a women near the back of the bus, but Brittany was already jumping out the door. The woman in question had jet black hair and even darker eye makeup than Brittany. She wore a tight black camisole that revealed more breasts than Abigail was typically comfortable looking at. Too much fucking orange juice, Abigail heard her muttering to herself. The woman’s whole look was kind of gross to Abigail, too much makeup, too dark and gloomy. But yet there was something about her that lent itself to fantasizing: the all black clothing and hair, counterculture, telltale signs of a former goth. Abigail imagined what she must have been like in college, black lipstick and pale skin, alienated from social life on campus. There was just something about the idea of an unpopular girl getting bullied. Looked down on by all the pretty girls who saw her. Nothing but self-loathing shame. Mocked all the time. Maybe even mocked whenever she had to do the unspeakable, whenever she absolutely had to answer nature’s call. When everyone could tell she was squirming through her tacky ripped jeans. Ducking desperately into bathrooms when she thought no one was around in order to do her bursting business, a filthy little outcast. Maybe almost crying when she found one of them already waiting for her in the toilets, sitting on the sink with an evil grin on her face. Maybe even struggling, arms held behind her back by a throng of preppy girls who suddenly rushed into the bathroom, forcing her to use her panties, laughing while she desperately struggled against their grip, trying everything not to piss her black lace, her too-tight spandex…
What the fuck. Abigail caught herself mid-thought. Bathroom anxiety had a funny way of manifesting itself. What's gotten into me today? She gave a final glance to the squirming woman with the jet black hair. What the fuck...
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Brittany was the first person to get inside the bathroom from the bus. The rest area had two stalls, both of which were available. The only problem was that the stalls were much tinier than she was used to. She shuffled into the first one, and found that it was accompanied with a toilet that was much to small for her as well. She yanked down her jean shorts and her expansive panties, and then set herself to the task of fitting her enormous ass onto the tiny, cheap plastic toilet seat. She plopped down and her sizable bottom spilled off the sides. She shifted around, desperate to get comfortable in the cramped quarters of the stall. The plastic seat shifted around, a screw was loose, or else her bottom snapped the hinge. She would have to make do. Her bladder was a swollen water balloon of piss.
Whenever she had to go this badly, she would always remember her time as a freshman back at her small Midwestern college, back when she would down gallons of cheap beer at the Delta frat house, where the only bathroom was a gross, piss-covered set of stalls in the basement, where the line of young, bursting women always extended out the door, bladders pushed to capacity with boxed wine and gas station beer. She would stay on the dance floor, grinding up against whoever was there with her massive ass until she absolutely couldn’t hold it anymore. She couldn't wait for the line. So she went behind the house, squatting in an alley next to whoever was smoking cigarettes and lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. Those had been difficult holds.
But right here, in the rest stop bathroom, this might have been worse. In an instant, pee gushed out of her, liters of iced-tea liquid built up over the two hours on the bus. The bathroom echoed with the sound of her pee hitting the water.
Brittany heard the bathroom door swing open, followed by the quick, high-strung steps that could only belong to a Type A woman on a strict bladder schedule that demanded utter restraint. The type of women who held it for hours on end up until the designated time, a bladder that demanded immediately relief as soon she reached her 5 minute block scheduled as a “Serenity Break” in her phone calendar. The kind of woman who would sit legs crossed with perfect grace in her cubicle, obsessive and determined to master her body, waiting for the telltale beep from her phone to signal that at last it was time for her allotted relief. A wealthy business woman who still participated in protest, a remnant of her college days. At least, that’s what Brittany got from the fast, hard footsteps of the women in question. The stall door opened and slammed shut, followed by a powerful stream. No sighs from the Type A, but Brittany could imagine the relief spread across her uptight face.
The door to the bathroom swung open again, and again, and suddenly it was filled with skinny-jeaned double-crossed legs, a busload of punks who despite their rebellious spirit could not avoid the physics of small bladders and large coffees. Charli was among them, red hair bobbing up and down with her body.
There were shuffling legs. And tapping shoes. Frantic little taps, occasionally punctuated by a little moan. Then the knocking on the stall doors began.
“I’m almost done, don’t rush me!” Brittany called out, as her stream continued full-force.
“I’ve really gotta go, please hurry, I really don’t wanna wet myself!” The rest of the cramped bathroom called out in agreement.
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Bryn waited outside the rest area, propped up against the wall with a lit Parliament in between her fingertips, her bleach blonde hair set off against her black leather pants and jacket. If she needed a toilet, it was obvious to no one.
Meanwhile, Abigail saw the droves of women heading to the bathroom and resolved to stick to her plan. Crossing her legs, she grabbed a soft pretzel from the counter. But she was feeling unusually hungry, and decided to grab a large hotdog as well. There was a sign that read Weekend Special, Large Fries FREE With Every Hotdog Purchase, so she grabbed one of those as well.
“Want a drink with all that food? All that salt’s gonna make you thirsty”, remarked the check-out girl.
The idea of another drop of liquid entering her already bursting bladder made Abigail squirm. But the coffee had dehydrated her. Plus she didn’t want to have to whine about being thirsty once she got to the protest, that wasn’t much better than needing a potty break.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” Abigail replied. “Can I get a Sprite?”
“Sure. Upgrade to large for only a quarter more?”
“Sounds like a good deal to me.”
The check-out girl filled up Abigail’s drink, which was larger than she had imagined, and swiped her credit card. Abigail immediately sunk her teeth into the pretzel, and walked over to the candy aisle right beside the bathrooms. She began sneaking glances out of the corner of her eye whenever the door swung open, trying to gauge how long they’d have.
Bryn called over to her. “That food looks good. I think I’m gonna follow your lead.”
“You should!” Abigail told her. She watched Bryn walk up to the counter and order the same thing.
Even her walk looks cooler than me. How the fuck to some girls do that.
There was a line outside the bathroom door, and every so often it swung open, so that Abigail could see the two occupied stalls and the crossed legs waiting on the other side of them. Slowly, women began to emerge from the bathroom, with looks of relief spread across their face. Apparently she had not been the only one who’d overhydrated that morning.
But after a solid ten minutes, the line had disappeared into the bathroom. The desperate knocking and urging of the women in line had picked up the pace, with women peeing as quickly as possible to avoid the anger of the desperate women who were waiting.
The busdriver stuck his head in the door of the rest area. “Five minutes till we ship out.” It was now or never. Abigail ducked into the bathroom and found that there was only one girl in front of her. Thank goodness. The first stall opened and the girl shot in. Then, the sound of a flush. The other stall opened up, and before she knew it she was on the toilet with her jeans around her legs and her panties down.
I’ve gotta go so badly. Please please let me pee.
Abigail concentrated as hard as she could. She tried to imagine she was in a quiet bathroom all alone. There was a faucet dripping in the bathroom from a girl who hadn’t tightened the handles all the way. She focused on the drip, drip, drip, the pressure in her bladder mounting…
The door swung open. Within seconds, there was a pounding on both of the stalls.
“I’ve been drinking all morning and I’m about to explode, one of you better get the fuck out of there so I can piss!”
From the other stall, a weak voice replied, “Sorry I’m feeling super light headed from the drive. I don’t wanna leave the toilet until I absolutely have to.”
The pounding shifted completely to Abigail’s door.
“Hey you! What’s the hold up? I just downed two Millers in the parking lot. I've gotta go NOW.”
Abigail didn’t know what to say. Her bladder was screaming for release, but nothing was happening.
“The bus is about to leave! I’m on the verge of an explosion here, get the FUCK out of there!”
Abigail jumped and yanked up her pants. She unlocked the stall and the women pushed her out of the way. The woman sat down without closing the door and immediately began to gush. Abigail practically sprinted out of the bathroom. Her heart was racing. She hadn’t ever been yelled at like that by someone in public, much less, never, in regards to…
She found her seat beside Bryn and Charli. If they said something to her she didn’t notice. Within minutes, everyone was on the bus and they were back on the highway. But Abigail didn’t even register the bus pulling out of the parking lot. Her mind was filled with sound of pounding knocks and shaking metal partitions that sounded like they might collapse with one more good hit.
“Are you alright?” Charli asked. Abigail snapped back to reality. Charli sounded like she’d already asked the question once before.
“Yeah I’m fine sorry!” she quickly replied. “I totally just blanked out there for a second. Not enough sleep I guess!”
Charli and Bryn didn’t look convinced, but neither girl said anything. Abigail breathed a sigh of relief. But this was followed by a sharp jolt in her bladder, reminding her of the urgent matter of business she had failed to attend to.
It was impossible to ignore at this point. Every passing thought brought her back to pee. Every billboard advertisement mocked her with the thought of a clean, single stall bathroom. She needed to a potty desperately.
Two more hours. I can make two more hours, Abigail thought to herself.
A passing billboard showed a woman downing a bubbly Coke. Abigail shut her eyes and pressed her legs together.
End of Part 3 |
Chapter 4 - Finale
By the time bus pulled into the parking lot of their final destination, Abigail’s legs were a tightened corkscrew. A thin layer of perspiration had gathered at the top of her forehead. Oh my god, it hurts. I need to go. I need to go. I’m going to pee my panties. Three cups of coffee, a large Sprite, and no relief since she’d gotten up that morning and shyly gushed into the bathroom attached to her and Bryn’s dorm room.
“Come on girls, let’s get going!” said Bryn. The busload of women was beginning to disembark.
Abigail forced herself to stand up and grab the sign she’d decorated earlier. Her bladder cried out in protest. For the past few hours, Abigail had felt like she was starting to fit in with the girls and the movement. Bryn had laughed at some of her jokes and Charli had even felt comfortable enough to tell a really embarrassing story from two weekends ago about how she’d tried to use the bathroom in her roommate’s closet after a night of drinking. Maybe Bryn would invite her last minute to that concert she’d talked about! Maybe she would be the friend drinking with Charli this weekend!
But now, with liters of hot piss pressing up against her petite bladder, she felt like a giant fraud. Everyone must see her for what she was, a simpering little girl from prep school, too weak to even make it through a bus ride to a protest, let alone the main event. Couldn’t even use the gas station bathroom, could you? You need your own private, porcelain throne to go potty in, don’t you? You’re a desperate little pee princess who thinks she’s too good for the rest of us. We all have to pee, hold it in. This is bigger than you and your temporary discomfort. In her head, the voices sounded like Bryn, and Brittany, and the loud woman who’d yelled at her in the stall. Abigail’s hand trailed around in between her legs. Her pussy was desperate for a squeeze. Her blonde ringlets softly bobbed up and down as she bounced in place.
Outside of the bus, the parking lot was swarming with people, all making their way to the heart of the city. Abigail looked around desperately for some sign of a rest area, but there was nothing in sight, save for a port-a-potty at the very end of the lot. But a line seemed to already have formed around it and the crowd was moving in the opposite direction, so she grit her teeth. They’ll have someone I can go once we’re a little deeper into the city, Abigail thought to herself. They can’t just leave a bunch of bursting women packed like sardines with no place to relieve themselves.
Bryn surveyed the crowd, and then with confidence began forging a path, moving with the current of women out of the lot and into the city. Abigail and Charli followed close behind, clutching their protest signs. As they turned the corner, Abigail caught sight of Brittany facing the bus, squatting with her panties around her ankles. Pee had begun to pool around her and trickle away in little rivulets. Abigail had a crazy urge to yank down her designer jeans and release her floodgates right alongside her. She didn’t even mind if Brittany looked. She could stand guard while she did her business, and maybe as a thank you, Abigail could wipe between her legs for her…
But the crowd pressed forward and Abigail was swept onward after Bryn and Charli. The sound of pee hitting pavement and Brittany’s sighs of relief faded into the distance as they stepped onto the main streets of the city. God I need the toilet. I need to go. Suddenly, it was a lot more congested. And the crowd had begun to chant.
But Abigail couldn’t hear them anymore. Her bladder was straining against the tight confines of her waistband. Her legs had begun to involuntary shake. She didn’t have much longer. I’m going to pee myself! Abigail stopped walking and jammed her hands inside her panties. Tears pooled up at the edges of her eyes.
“What the fuck Abigail?” Bryn asked. “Why’d you stop?”
“Woah.” Charli looked Abigail up and down, saw her quaking thighs and eyes full of agony. “Do you need to pee?”
“Desperately,” Abigail whispered, surprising even herself with the honesty. “Could we, p-please find somewhere I can go?” She said it to the ground. She couldn’t bear to look at Bryn. She was the pathetic little princess Bryn had always thought she’d been.
Bryn let out a sigh. “We just got here. Didn’t you piss at the rest stop?
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I can wait a little bit. I can hold it.” Abigail said.
“I mean really, two piss breaks in a row! You should be able to hold up for at least another hour.”
“I...I…” Abigail trailed off. She hated talking about how often she went. But a wet spot was forming in her panties where pee had begun to escape.
“What?!” Bryn demanded.
“I haven’t gone since I woke up.” Abigail said, a few tears silently falling down her face. She wiped them away quickly, before jamming the hand back between her leg.
“That’s it, we’re finding you a bathroom,” said Charli. She grabbed Abigail’s free hand and began to lead her through the crowd. “We’ve got a bladder emergency!” They pushed and shoved their forward, and in the distance, Abigail spied a clump of port-a-potties. They pushed forward.
The entire area was packed with women. There was no semblance of a line, just desperate protesters pressing forward and jumping into a door whenever it swung open. There were about three port-a-potties, and about eighty women.
“Excuse me, we’ve got a girl on the brink of pissing herself!” Charli said, tugging Abigail forward.
“We’ve all got to piss, yelled someone back.
“Do you think you can hold it for a little bit?” Charli asked? Abigail squeezed her legs as tight as possible.
“I’m barely holding on,” she whispered.
Bryn looked embarrassed. “I’m really sorry Abby,” she said softly. “I didn’t know how bad it was.”
One of the women standing in the throng beside them spoke up. “Honey, you should just go in a cup. Seriously. We’ve all done it.”
“Anybody got anything we can use?” Charli asked. From the crowd, somebody produced a plastic shopping bag and passed it along.
“Abby, can you use this?” Charli asked. The women around them looked on sympathetically.
“We can form a circle around you for privacy,” the woman with the cup suggestion said. She linked arms with Charli and Bryn and a couple of other nearby women. They all stood with their backs facing her. Charli turned around to hand her the bag. “You’ve got this girl,” she said with an encouraging smile. Then she turned back around.
Abigail stood in the midst of the circle clutching the bag. Outside, hundreds of thousands of women pulsed and shouted and squirmed. She couldn’t do it. Not here, in front of all these people. In a plastic bag. But she could not stand to walk around in pee-soaked jeans for the next eight hours. Abigail Shearman could not have an accident. Princesses don’t pee their panties.
Abigail tugged her jeans down. Then, she slid off her tight pink panties and let them fall to the street. She squatted down, a handle of the plastic bag in each hand. She held it under her quivering pussy. For a moment, she was struck once again with pee-shyness. All these women were sitting around waiting for her, they were probably tired of waiting. And they would hear her desperate release! She closed her eyes. Then another, more powerful feeling washed over her, the utter biological necessity to empty her stretched out bladder with it’s rolling yellow ocean.
With a gasp, a hot spurt of pee shot into the bag. Abigail cried out softly. Her curvy ass squat in the air over a shopping back, her little red lips pursed, her beautiful blonde curls thrown back. Her body tensed, and piss began to gush from her lips. The golden liquid hissed as it struck the plastic, and the bag quickly began to fill with cups of her pent-up piss. Abigail’s cheeks burned red, but a smile of relief had also crept onto her face. She continued to go, her bladder slowly relaxing as she released its terrible contents.
When she was finished, the bag was almost halfway full with a yellow liquid that anyone would have known was pee. Damn coffee dehydrates at the same time it fills you up. If it was clear at least the fact that it's...my pee...wouldn't be so in everyone's face. But, I guess at this point... Abigail laughed a bit. She tied up the bag with a knot and admired its contents for a second. Then she pulled up her pants. “All finished,” she said, her cheeks even redder than before. The circle laughed and also cheered a little for her.
“Damn Abigail! You filled that thing up!” Charli said. “Nice work.”
“Good stuff,” Bryn said, giving Abigail a small smile. “That’s how you do a protest. Now, how about we get back to the chanting? Though I’m sure we’ll be hearing from you in the next five minutes too, won’t we Charli?”
Charli laughed. “Definitely. But as long as we got plastic bags, we’ll be good right?”
Abigail laughed too. “It's not as fun as it looks.” She looked around. "Shall we get going?"
“Maybe you should throw away that bag first,” said Bryn.
“Oh, right.” Abigail looked around a spotted a trash can. She pushed her way through the crowd, bag in hand. With a smile and a flourish, she tossed it in, making eye contact with the protesters standing around the can.
*There will be an epilogue & bonuses to come in the future - stay tuned for details! The adventures of Abigail Shearman are far from over.
Edited December 19, 2018 by Laurentian_
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I think I know what real story inspired the OP! I've pasted it in below. It's from a small blog.
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The night before the Women’s March on Washington Jan. 21, I sat with my mother and sister in our living room making picket signs for the occasion. My mom – the better artist – was putting the finishing touches on the globe she had drawn on my poster, which declared my reason for marching: Because I’m scared for our planet!
“They’re estimating that 200,000 people will show up,” I said as I watched her handiwork. “But I think there are going to be way more.”
As soon as we ascended the steps of the Farragut North Metro station in D.C. the following morning, my prediction was confirmed. The procession of protesters moving down 3rd street toward the pre-march rally was massive. But this sight didn’t inspire excitement or pride for our cause – instead I was filled with dread. I desperately had to piss.
The bus we took to D.C. with other women from the Baltimore area had stopped for a restroom break on the way, but the coffee I had been chugging since 5:30 a.m. was taking its toll. To my dismay, the first set of portable toilets we passed had a line that stretched out of sight, and as we traveled toward the stage where the speakers were leading chants, foot traffic slowed to a stop. In a matter of seconds, it seemed, the crowd had thickened to suffocating levels. The amusing signs around us (Viva La Vulva! and Keep your tiny hands off my human rights!) were no longer distraction enough from my …predicament.
“This is huge,” I heard a reporter say to her cameraman outside of a news van. “Bigger than anyone expected.” No shit, lady, I thought as we shuffled toward the Smithsonian Air and Space museum. A woman in the crowd told us the restrooms inside were open to the public, and lines weren’t too long. Looking out at the sheer mass of the pink-clad mob around me, I was skeptical.
Crowds filled the streets and walkways of downtown Washington, D.C. for the Women’s March Jan. 21.
As my friend Julia attempted to forge a path through, my panic swelled. At this rate, it would be hours until I could reach a bathroom. It’s one thing to withstand an achingly full bladder for that long, but another to be squished and shoved by strangers at the same time. I had only fainted one other time in my life, but as my heart pounded and my breath came in shallow bursts, I was certain that these “nasty women” around me were about to witness an encore. My only comfort was that if I wet myself on the way down, at least I wouldn’t be conscious for it.
Julia looked back at me as we were jostled along. INCOMING: ANXIETY ATTACK must have been written all over my face, because she suddenly grabbed my wrist, raised her other arm and yelled: “We have a bathroom emergency! Her bladder is about to explode!” The crowd parted, but not quietly. Shouts of, “Bullshit!” and “We all have to pee!” erupted from all sides, and my sister Kayla responded with some choice words as she ushered me onward from the rear. Female solidarity, it seems, only extends so far.
Lines for portable toilets at the event were extensive. Some government buildings were open to the public for restroom use. For more photos of the march by Brianna Baker, click this picture.
As our own personal march hurtled on, I caught glimpses of the miserable faces around me. I was struck by the irony that this demonstration was so popular and powerful that it came back to bite us all in the ass. It was a forest fire.
We came to a screeching halt as we reached the museum’s doors: the entrance was clogged.
“What’s taking so long?” my mom asked a woman to our left. She explained that they were continuing their usual security measures, including metal detectors and bag searches. It would be take forever to get through the doors, let alone to the bathroom.
“Why don’t you go in a cup, honey?” the woman asked me.
I stared at her, wide-eyed. “There’re so many people around! That’s not legal, is it?”
She shrugged. “We’ve all done it at some point. You have to do what you have to do.”
I looked around at my group, expecting them to laugh it off, but their expressions were grim. Let’s get this over with, they seemed to say.
There were no cups in sight, so a benevolent stranger handed me an empty plastic gallon bag. I was ushered over to the corner between the doorway and the windows next to it, where there was a gap from the crowd. Two women with matching silver hair and pink “pussy hats” had chosen the space to wait out the madness until the march, and when they realized what was about to happen, volunteered to help form a human wall. It all happened so fast that I didn’t grasp the situation until I was clutching the bag, looking around at the crowd pressed up against our little bubble. I gulped.
“It’s alright, sweetie,” my mom said with her back to me. “No one will see.” Knowing full well that this was one of those white lies moms like to tell, I yanked my pants down, squatted, and did what I had to do.
When I stood back up, my protectors turned around to cheer and laugh.
“Good god,” Julia said we she caught sight of the half-full bag I was attempting to conceal. “No wonder you were freaking out.”
“I would never have been able to do that,” Kayla said, shaking her head.
“How do you feel?” my mom asked.
“Humiliated. Traumatized,” I answered. She laughed and pulled me in for a hug.
We didn’t get to do much marching that day. After we hid my fluids in a discarded grocery bag and abandoned it on the ground, we were stuck in that corner outside the Air and Space Museum for three hours, occasionally chanting along with the speakers we could hear up on the stage, watching as the people attempted to get inside the building. Occasionally, there were shouts of “She needs medical assistance!” or “Child coming through,” and the crowd parted (much more graciously than for me, I might add). At one point, a woman staggered over to our corner in tears. “Claustrophobia,” her friend said to us as she rubbed her back.
There were whispers from passing protesters that, because of the unexpected turnout, the march may not happen. The relief I felt after, um, relieving myself was soon replaced by new anxieties: that the crowd would close in on us, that we would be stuck in the city for a day, that I would have to go to the bathroom again and this time it would be a number 2. By the time they announced that they would, in fact, be marching, it was two hours behind schedule. Before we made our escape, I looked back for the bag on the ground, and it was crumpled and empty: someone had stepped on it and leaked its contents.
We only had time to watch the marchers from a grassy bank above the street, pointing out our favorite signs, before we had to head back to catch our bus. The day certainly wasn’t what I had in mind, but how could I complain about the crowds when it meant that our anti-Trump, pro-equality cause had such overwhelming support? Or when civil rights protesters faced much worse than claustrophobia and a shortage of portable toilets?
Peeing in a bag was worth the feeling that, even if only briefly, I made my dissent heard. I know I left my mark on the nation’s capital – but I think it has sunk into the sidewalk by now. |
Since I haven't seen any fortnite fanfics here yet, I decided to write one since I have been playing it non stop. If you guys have any ideas for this story on how to make it better, let me know. I'll add more characters as the story goes on. Tell me who do you guys want to see next.
Characters:
1)Zoey (same name)
2)Sparkle Specialist(Sam)
3)Brite Bomber(Bea)
4)Cuddle team Leader(Cath)
Introduction
Squad games in near the end of the season with the next one around the corner, players are all trying to rack up kills and victory royales before the season closes. With the continuous nerf to shotguns, smgs have become a bit powerful and reliable during matches. There has also been rumors spreading around that something changed with the Shields;small, large, slurp juice and chug jugs, but it is confirmed that they still give the same amount. But it is still a mystery, what is new with the Shields.
Scene 1
As the Battle bus prepares to leave spawn island, players are shooting each other, dancing and planning out thier tactics for the first part of the game.
Zoey: Victory Royale number 4 here we come. So what's the plan?
Bea:The bus is going from risky reels first, then tomato town, over dusty divot, factories 2.0, and finally flush factory. Let's play it safe and go to retail row once the bus is over dusty.
Cath: Seriously? Retail Row? C'mon, lets go to tilted towers. Lots of noobs to send back to the lobby and a ton of loot to grab.
Sam:I disagree. Remember the second game when we went tilted? You got knocked by a noob with a grey silenced smg. Your lucky Zoey was there with a SCAR.
Cath:My pump was dealing only 9 damage it wasn't my fault. Plus he had full Shields.
Bea:Enough! Cath it's to dangerous to go to tilted in this game. Since there is a challenge to eliminate 10 players there, I feel half the people in the game are going there, considering the fact that there are a lot of Battle pass owners here. It's decided, retail row it is.
Cath:Fine. But if any of you see a SCAR it's mine.
Zoey:Fine by me. I've been doing great with the FAMAS recently.
Scene 2
The squad jumps out the bus once over the divot, as predicted by Bea,nearly half the players are at tilted towers right now. As the squad heads to retail, they spot another team of default skins landing with them. But being the skilled players they are, they eliminated them easily.
Cath:What a bunch of noobs. They got killed by my SCAR easily.
Sam:Yeah, that's because you killed them after we took most of their Shields and health away. Plus you stole that scare while I was looting.
Bea:Would the both of you stop bickering. Please. Grab the weapons you need, the meds you can take and drink all the Shields you have. The next circle is near salty springs. I expect another team to come out of the divot before we get there so be ready.
They all drank their small and large Shields, nothing out of the ordinary. But Zoey's shield potion looks different. It has some yellowish color mixed with blue.
Zoey:Guys, does this shield look odd to you guys?
Cath:Looks the same to me. Stop whining and drink up already. The storm is already on it's way.
Zoey listening to what Cath said and ignoring the yellowish color, she drank her Shields as quickly as she can and followed the rest of her team. But at the bottom of the empty shield container says heavy Shields, offers more protection with side effects.
As expected, two teams were fighting outside of the divot. And they took advantage and eliminated them and got their loot.
Bea:Grab what you can carry, the storm is coming.
Scene 3
After narrowly escaping the storm and the enemy teams, they managed to arrive at salty springs where they managed to eliminate all the players there who are weak from previous fights and those who escaped the storm.
Bea: We can heal up for now. The next zone isn't that far, just south from here near fatal fields.
Sam:Nice job Zoey. 6 kills already. You're getting better and better.
Zoey:Thanks. I've been working on my aim for a while now all the hard work has payed off.
They headed to fatal fields as the last few seconds ticked before the storm moves again. While farming for materials, Zoey started to feel something weird happening to her. Her body is telling her something is wrong but she doesn't know what.
Bea:Zoey, are you good? Do you need any help or something?
Zoey:No I'm fine. Just need to catch my breath. That other team got me working out. I used half of my materials in that build fight.
Sam:Just be careful ok. I got a medkot and some mini Shields of you get shot or something.
Cath:Heads up! Squad of 3 coming from the south. Get ready, the're a group of black knights. Be careful, these guys are good.
Nearly suriving the Battle, the squad quickly heals up before the storm come near them. The final circle is located my moisty mire.
Sam:2 teams left. Let's head to the zone and build a fort there. We can take them on if we got the high ground on them.
Bea: then we have to move now. We can launch pad to moisty. It'll save us half the time. Plus we can see if there is another team there already.
Scene 4
With being the first team to reach moisty mire, they made a fort in order to get the high ground on the opposing teams. While the squad is preparing for the remaining teams,Zoey on the other hand is distracted by the flowing water in moisty. She starts fidgeting and feeling uncomfortable in her situation.
Sam:You need any help?
Zoey:No I'm fine Sam. I just haven't got a kill since we left fatal fields. I almost got knocked when I charged that one knight with the shotgun.
Sam:It's not your fault. You know they have been nerfing shotguns for the last couple of weeks. Just be careful okay.
Bea:Here they come. A full team coming from North, a team of 3 coming from fatal fields.
The team coming from fatal we're easily taken care of since most of them are noobs. The team from the north ate challenging though. A massive build fight occurred before the final circle closes. The rest of the enemy team were eliminated. It was Zoey vs a Havoc at the top of the structure. Just as she was about to finish Havoc off, she felt something in her abdomen, specifically her bladder. At that moment she froze and got knocked by havoc with a shotgun. At that moment, Zoey felt something come out if her. It was wet, and hot. More and more started to come out when havoc was hitting her with the harvesting tool. Zoey then realized that she needed to pee, and she was frozen in fear with little health remaining. Luckily Sam was able to finish Havoc of with her Heavy Shotgun.
Sam:Zoey, you alright? What happened?
Cath:She choked. That's what happened.
Zoey:No. I felt something. Something is odd. This has never happened to me before.
Cath:Admit it. You just can't handle high pressure build fights.
Bea:That's enough. We can talk about this in the lobby.
Zoey was trying to hide the fact the real reason she choked was because she was desperate to pee. But she was too embarrassed to talk about it, even with Sam since they were like Sisters. She then tried to think what made her feel that since it had never happened before. She the. Remembers the shield potion with the yellowish color. She realized that the shield potions can make one's bladder full.
To be continued....
New chapter coming soon. |
I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter of the story. I'm gonna try to update the story as much as I can and I hope everyone enjoys reading it. Also if you guys want to see some more characters (or skins) comment which ones you guys wanna see and I will try to add them in. Thank you once again for the positive feedback and I will see you guys in the next one.
Previously:
Shotguns are nerfed even more along with new things with the shield potions in game are told to do something different but nothing out of the usual has been reported. A squad of 4 (Zoey, Sam, Bea, and Cath) try to earn more wins before the season ends. Zoey is the first to learn of what is new with the shield potions, they now add more protection. But it has some effects to it, it makes one's bladder feel full in a while after drinking it. Zoey nearly wetting herself at the end of the game, was too embarrassed to talk to her teammates about the new effects to the shield potions so she kept that information to herself, for now.
Introduction:
The squad prepares for their 5th victory royale of the day. After the tilted towers challenge still at play, it is still not a good idea to land in tilted unless you are as good as ninja or still have to complete your challenge. Also just a few hours ago, the rocket has launched from the base by snobby shores, the aftermath includes parts from the rocket crashed across the map, and the large rip seen on the sky.
Scene 1
Sam:That rocket launch was insane don't you guys think. I thought for sure it was gonna hit tilted.
Cath:Luckily it redirected and it didn't blow it up. I still wanna kill some noobs there.
Bea:That could be done for another time. Until then, it's still to dangerous to land in tilted. I'm thinking we should go to risky reels, since the bus is coming from the south west, risky is the last stop and little to no players are expected to land their.
Cath:As much as I hate to argue, you're right. Players are lucky if they are able to cross the divot just to reach tilted.
Sam:Zoey, how about you? You feeling better now?
Zoey:Yeah. I'm feel a lot better now. I just hope I don't get blasted by a default skin.
Cath:Just don't choke this time alright. If you get knocked again I ain't picking you up.
Bea:Just get ready. Sam, keep an eye on Zoey if anything goes wrong. And Cath, please don't go full try hard this time. Getting the victory royale is more important than getting your kills. So no BMing!
Cath:I'll try to resist the BM. But I will BM if I have to. It's gonna save us or it's gonna be the end of us.
Scene 2
The bus flies over from the south west. From Fatal fields, to retail row, Lonely Lodge, and finally, Risky Reels. As the squad makes it way to risky, they spot 2 teams landing with them. Nearly suriving the Landing the squad was lucky they were able to get the guns first and killed the rest of the enemy players.
Bea:That was too close. Is everyone alright?
Sam:I'm fine here. I didn't get too much damage.
Zoey:I'm good. Luckily there was a blue pump here.
Cath:I'm not. I got 3 kills and lost half of my life.
Zoey:I'll look for some bandages and some shields. I give you when I find some.
Cath:Hurry up and check those houses over there. Be quick. The storm is coming.
As the team loots what is left of risky, Zoey heads to the nearby houses in search of loot and some meds. She searched one house and found a blue ar, a green smg and a medkit. She checked the second house to find an lmg, some mini Shields and a large shield. But the large Shields look familiar. They are yellowish, just like the one she drank before. She doesn't wanna risk it so she drinks some of the mini Shields and gave the rest to Cath.
Zoey:This is all that I can find over there. Heal up and let's get going.
Cath:A med kit, 2 mini shields and a big shield. Finally you are worth having on this squad.
Bea:Stop whining and start drinking. The storm is coming. We are gonna launch pad to retail row just to outrun it.
Cath:Calm down and let me heal up. Build the ramp while I'm healing and I'll follow you there.
Sam:Just try not to get left behind. We're not going to get you if you get knocked in the storm or fall off the ramp.
Scene 3
As the storm approaches, the squad starts to build up so they can glide all the way to retail row. Midway through the flight, Cath starts feeling something. But she didn't mind it at all, she was focusing on the amount of enemies that there was at retail row.
Cath:I see 3 teams fighting each other. Build fight in progress to.
Bea:We can knock down that structure then attack them while they are weak. Sam, use your minigun to shoot down the main support of their build.
Sam:Give me more light ammo. I only have 100 left and this is not enough to take it down.
Zoey:You can have all of mine. I still have 200.
Cath:I can give you a 100.
Sam:This is enough. Get ready to rush them while the build is going down. It would probably knock whoever is on top.
Sam starts shooting down the massive build, while the rest of them charged the weak players. While knocking 2 players with her shotgun, Cath starts to feel pain in her abdomen. She was too busy paying attention to her abdomen that a carbide sneaked up on her and shot her, removing all of her shields she has on. Luckily she had a heavy shotgun with her and was able to hit him with a headshot. She noticed a small wet spot on her crotch. She tried to hide it while fighting the remaining team.
Bea:Cath are you alright?
Cath:I'm fine. That carbide took most of my shields though. But I'm still at full health.
Bea:I spotted some mini shields by the enemy's loot. You should go drink it before we head to the next circle.
Cath:I'll check it out. Get ready to move. The next circle is by Tilted.
Cath searched in the enemy loot for mini shields and also checked on the damage to her crotch. A wet spot the size of a golf ball is barely visible. She drinks the mini shields and follows her squad to tilted.
Drinking those mini shields was a horrible decision for her. She now really needs to go. She can either hold it in until the match is over, try to leak out a little, or let it all out in a bush. But being the try hard that she was, she has to stay in front where the action is, otherwise her teammates may think something is wrong. Luckily for her, she has a bladder of steel. But she can't hold it in forever. She has to let it all go somehow.
Bea: I spot a team of 3 on top of the mountain near the clocktower. An Omega, a black Knight and a Raven. Be careful, these guys could be trouble.
Sam: I think they are fighting someone. We should sneak up on them and take them by surprise.
Bea: Good idea. Cath, are you alright?
Bea noticed Cath fidgeting more often, a bit hard to see the wet spot by her crotch. But she is starting to leak.
Cath: Yeah I'm fine. Just catching my breathe. It was a long run trying to get away from the storm. I can knock the Omega out with my bolt if I can get a better position.
Sam: Try building up on that clocktower. You should have a clean shot from their. We will engage when you knock the Omega out.
Bea: Good idea. We'll let you know when they finish off the other team. Me, Sam and Zoey will push them from all directions.
Cath: Great idea. I'll head up there right now. Let me know when to take the shot.
With Cath being separated from the rest of the team, she has a opportunity to hold it together. But the agony awaits. She has to build up the clocktower to get a clean shot. With each build, it becomes more and more painful for her to hold it in.
Cath: C'mon Cath. You can hold it in. Just get shoot this stupid Omega and I can relieve myself while I'm up here. The others wouldn't know.
Sam: The enemy has finished off that squad. Cath you are clear to take the shot.
As Cath was preparing to take her shot, she starts leaking a bit more. Her wet spot is now visible from behind. But that didn't stop her from doing her task. She pulls the trigger, and knocks the Omega out with 230 damage to the head.
Bea: Nice shot. We will finish the last two. Stat where you are and try to snipe them out when you can.
Cath: Loud and clear.
But when she took the shot, the power from the bolt impacted her abdomen, causing her to leak even more. She tries to stop the flow but it almost got to her. She stopped it before a puddle of piss could form underneath her. But it's not over.
Zoey: Guys something is not wrong. These 3 guys are knocked. They have a fourth teammate.
A hunting rifle shot is heard from a mile away, knocking out Cath from the clocktower. It was a red knight, one of the best players out there.
The shot that knocked Cath out was too much. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She starts leaking, more and more, until the flood of piss comes out. She has wet herself. The wet spot is clearly visible. From the front and the back. Cath hasn't wet herself since she was five when she got locked outside her home at pleasant park.
Bea: Cath got knocked. The last player is on top of that hill.
Sam: Zoey, rocket ride me up there now.
Zoey: Okay. 3,2,1.... Jump.
The Sam rode on the rocket to reach the hill quickly, but by the time she reached the top, the red knight has already full killed Cath. Sam retaliated by spraying her with the minigun, giving them the victory royale.
Bea: What about Cath?
Sam: I think she got BMed.
Zoey: Maybe she is back in the lobby.
When the three went to check in on her, she has already left the lobby. A message says that the update is coming. She needs rest. And gg.
Sam: I think I'm gonna play some solos for a while.
Bea: Yeah. I'm gonna take a break. What about you Zoey?
Zoey: Yeah I'll rest for now. The update is in a couple of hours.
Sam: Go ahead. I'll check on Cath before the update goes live.
Bea: Alright. Let us know if she needs any help.
Bea and Zoey left the lobby, leaving Sam alone to play solos before season 5 goes live. Meanwhile Cath is sobbing in her own private lobby after what happened.
Cath: How could I have done that. I'm an adult now. I shouldn't be doing something unprofessional like that in my age. It was so humiliating. What if the team finds out? No. No one must find out about what happened.
She receives a message from Sam, *Are you alright? What happened?*
She replies *I'm fine. Just a little rage quit. I'm gonna practice for season 5 then I'll wait for the update to go live.*
Sam replies *Ok. I'm gonna play solos for a while. You are welcome to join me for some duos if you want.*
Cath replies * I'm good for now.*
To be continued...
P.S.
Sorry for not posting this update. It was supposed to come out a few hours before season 5. But I have been busy for the last few weeks. I might be able to post Sam's solo desperation story if I have time to spare. Season 5 stories are coming in a few days. Keep an eye out for that. Still thinking of Bea's wetting story. That's all for now. |
So we are already midway through season 5. And I still haven't posted a story on that. But it's coming. For now here we have Sam (sparkle specialist) having some difficulties in solos. That's all for now and I hope you guys enjoy.
BTW this story was also meant to be posted before season 5 so I'm a bit late. Sorry about that.
Season 5 update drops in 2 hours. Players, this is your last chance to enjoy what there still is in season 4 before it all goes away. So enjoy the fun while it lasts, because something big is coming.
Sam is currently enjoying the last few hours of season 4. How else to end the season by dropping in tilted towers. Luckily for her, she finds herself a gold scar and a purple heavy shotgun. She clears out the main building before moving to the penthouse. If you have been playing since season 2, then you have a lot of advantages against other players suck as hidden chest spawns, best ramp pushes, and 200 iq plays. She pops a mini and a big shield before she engaged the few players in tilted. She clears out the penthouse finding a golden bolt action sniper and a blue silenced smg. She checks for players that could be hiding in buildings in tilted towers, and manages to send them all back to the lobby. But she is low on shields and is at 60 health. With no meds or shield potions in sight, she decides to rotate to pleasant park. Knowing how the bus approached there is a small chance of players in pleasant park. While headed up to pleasant, she starts to feel something unpleasant in her stomach area, but she ignores it.
On the way, she spots some mini shields inside a shed.she drank it to reach at least 50 percent shield. Then at the gas station, she spots 2 slurp juice helping her reach full health and 75 percent shields. She reaches pleasant park, and as she knew, no one landed here. But what she didn't know, someone actually landed here. 2 default skins, who teamed up in solos to get their first win. As Sam finishes looting the modern house, she moves to the broken treehouse, were the 2 noob default skins set a trap for her. As she checked the chests on the roof, she heard footsteps coming from the basement. She pulls out her shotgun to take care of the threat. But these 2 noobs were smart. They did a hidden spike trap glitch to lower her health without her seeing the trap and avoiding it. And Sam fell for it. She got hit with the trap, causing her to leak a little. The 2 default skins tried to pickaxe Sam into the corner.
Sam: Wait! Wait! I surrender. I'll give you two your loot. Just don't pick axes me please. It would ruin my record.
Noob 1: Drop all your guns, meds, shields and materials.
Sam dropped everything in her inventory. All her mats, her weapons, ammo, meds, everything.
Sam: That's all of it. Now I'll just leave and pretend this never happened.
She was about to leave when one of the noobs noticed her fidgeting and her wet spot.
Noob 2: Wait a minute. What do we got over here. Aww does someone need to go use the bathroom?
Before Sam could respond the 2 default skins tie her up and cover her mouth with a bandana. So no one can hear her screams. The 2 tickle her and play with her, causing her to leak a bit. But they continued to tickle her. Sam was in complete agony. Already near wetting herself. The 2 noobs stopped when they noticed the storm was coming.
Noob1: Don't worry. We will be back when we got our victory royale.
Noob2: By then you'll find yourself already in the lobby.
The 2 default skins leave her there, still desperate to pee, with no guns to defend herself, no mats to get out of there in a launch pad and no meds to heal herself up. As the minutes goes by, she gets more and more desperate. But she was able to get their gamertags so if she does get out of their or get lost in the storm, she could report the 2 for teaming and harassment of another player. But it's gonna be a long wait for her. And she has already leaked twice.
Meanwhile, the 2 noobs have found themselves outside if pleasant near the circle.
Noob1: That was easy. Can't believe someone would fall for that.
Noob2: That victory royale is as good as ours.
But this is were karma hits them in the back. A visitor skin spots them and starts building up on them. He shoots at one of them, removing most of his shields. The 2 started panicking but the visitor got sniped. The 2 noobs loot the visitor's body.
Noob1: Easy loot for us.
Noob2: Yeah. Let's finish whoever sniped that loser.
When things just couldn't get any worse. The player that sniped the visitor is an old player, playing since season 1. The try hard of all tryhards, the player that feeds on noobs. The infamous Skull trooper has set his sights on the 2 noobs.
Meanwhile as the storm approaches pleasant park, Sam's predicament is getting worse. She is starting to loose control. With how the noobs tied her up, it's almost impossible to hold her crotch to apply pressure and hold it longer. But as the storm starts to reach pleasant, Sam lost all hope. She started to leak even more and a puddle of piss is starting to form by her butt. She couldn't hold it in anymore. As she starts to take damage from the storm, she has already wet herself. By the time the last drop of piss fell, she was lost to the storm.
She started spectating a familiar player. It was her old friend skull trooper. They met in random duos in season 1 when Sam was just a noob. Toby teacher Sam the ropes and how to play like a pro. At the moment, he was fighting off the two noobs who trapped her. One of them was trapped in a box while the other was trying to shoot him with a shotgun. Toby pulled out a trick up his sleeve, an RPG. Which he immediately destroys the first noob. Then makes fun of the last noob.
Skull Trooper: What's worng little fella? Lost your friend? Can't win without him? Here I have a new friend for you. It's called the stink bomb.
He opens the box the noob was in and throws one stink grenade in before he closes it again. The poor default skin didn't know what to do. He broke the wall to get out then shoots at To you with Sam's Scar. But he had another friend, the impulse grenade. He threw it at the poor noob which sends him flying over the cliff, giving toby the victory royale.
After the game, Sam and Skull trooper met up in the lobby, where Sam told him all the things those 2 noobs have done. Luckily for Toby, he knew someone in the system. He filed a report of the 2 default skins for teaming in solos, harrassing another player and glitching in the game with the invisible trap.
The report was received and the 2 noobs were called in. Because of the violations against the rules of fortnite, the 2 noobs were instantly struckt by the ban hammer.
That's it for this story. It's a bit word and different from the first two but since this is in solos, there is not much dialogue I can put in.
Let me know what you guys think of this one and do you like this format of story telling instead of the first 2.
Season 5 desperation story coming later this week, featuring The new skins added in season 5.
Edited August 28, 2018 by bedwetter33
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Okay that took way too long. I apologize for the delay on these stories and season 6 is already here. Because of that here is a sun strider desperation then i would make a Brite bomber bondage story (eventually). I apologize for the delay and you guys can count on more stories coming in.
1 week before the loot lake cube event...
It was a hot sunny day as summer is coming to an end, as well as the 5th season. So to celebrate the last few weeks of season 5, a mysterious dj has invited all players to a end of summer party at loot lake. Rook is managing the party and is making sure that everything is going to be fine. But of course, there will be noobs there who probably can't swim, even if the lake is like 1 feet deep. So rook hired sun strider, the young life guard that works at lazy links and the hotel at paradise palms.
Rook: Alright sun strider, you will be monitoring the lake and everyone around it at the center of the lake, on top of the house. Sun tan specialist would monitor the factories and would rotate around to the modern house. I trust you can do this task.
Sun Strider: Don't worry boss, you can count on me. I've been on life guard duty at lazy links and paradise palms. I know what I'm doing. I assure you no noob will drown on my watch.
Rook: Besides the fact that this lake is nearly 1 foot deep, keep an eye on players with high k/d. John Wick and Black Knight said that they would be present at the party, and with that high concentration of players they might go for free kills.
Sun Strider: Suntan Specialist has my back. Plus Drift and Raptor volunteered to watch the tryhards.
Rook: Alright then I'm counting on you, I'll be by the docks waiting for the dj.
Rook dismissed Sun Strider just when she was about to ask her if there are restrooms inside the building. She message her asking the question. There is one. So Sun Strider is fine, for now. She kinda needs to use the restroom but knowing she is the only one that can enter the house, she can hold it as long as she likes.An hour goes by after the end of summer party started. It was scorching hot that day. Despite the heat, Sun Strider is still doing g her job because she is already used to the heat. Plus she has a ton of slurp juice and a chug jug if she needs to rehydrate. She kinda needs to go but she thought to herself maybe she could hold it in. See if she can hold it until the end of the party. Plus suntan specialist can handle a fight if anything comes up, also with drift and raptor keeping an eye on the tryhards.
Sun Strider: Why am I so into this feeling? The need to go but I refuse to. I'm enjoying it. I wonder how long I can last?
Another hour goes by and she drank 2 slurps, and still hasn't touched the chug jug. Her needs grow every minute passing but she refused to go. She is enjoying the feeling of holding a lot in her bladder, and she wants to make it last before that feeling goes away. As she was checking the south part of the lake, she heard footsteps from down stairs. She thought it could be a tryhard, so she picked up her pump just in case. As she was looking downstairs, she leaked a little bit but was able to contain it without causing too much damage. As she looked around the corner, she was surprised to see who it was. It was Snorkel ops, her best friend.
Sun Strider: What are you doing here? You know we can't hang out while I'm on duty. What if rook finds out.
Snorkel Ops: Relax. I talked to rook earlier if I can join you here. She agreed since there are a ton of people showing up. Whoever this dj is, it's attracting a lot of attention.
Sun Strider: Yeah I could use the company. It gets boring when sun tan specialist isn't around. Let's head to the roof. I have a chug jug that needs to be chugged.
Another hour goes by as more and more people are showing up. The dj has already arrived and is setting up. The event would start before the sun sets. But Sun Strider is starting to feel very uncomfortable, she is fidgeting from side to side trying to hold in her need to go. But all that fidgeting caught snorkel ops' attention.
Snorkel ops: Are you alright? You're fidgeting a lot there.
Sun Strider: Yeah I'm fine. I just needed to stretch my legs since I've been here for a while.
Sun Strider really needs to go know. She could feel her bladder about to burst at any second. But it turns out snorkel ops was having the same problem.
Snorkel ops: Hey can I ask you something?
Sun Strider: Sure what is it?
Snorkel Ops: Is there a bathroom here? I really have to go for a while now and I've been holding it since I got here. There were no bathrooms around and I can't go here without rook's permission.
Sun Strider: Yeah there is one down stairs. But do you think you can hold it? Because I kinda need to pee since this morning but I want to see if I can hold it as long as I can. But you came and I didn't want to leave my post.
Snorkel ops: To be honest I kinda like holding it in too. I was just too embarrassed to tell you that when I got here. Alright then, I challenge you to a holding competition. We have to drink these chug jugs and hold it as long as we can.
Sun Strider: Oh you're on. Hand me a chug jug.
Both of them finished their chug jugs as the show was about to start. The mystery dj was DJ Yonder, the llama prince. The music could be heard all the way to lonely lodge. But these two girls couldn't focus on the music. They were busy trying to hold in a day's worth of pee. They were both dancing and fidgeting around trying to hold it in. Sun Strider leaked once while snorkel ops already leaked twice.
Sun Strider: I don't know how much longer I can hold it. It feels like I'm gonna burst.
Snorkel ops: I know that feeling. I think I'm gonna piss myself right here.
Sun Strider: Oh shit! I'm leaking. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. It's ok. I managed to stop the flow, but a spurt came out.
Snorkel Ops: Oh crap. I leaked too. Is there a wet spot on? How big is it?
Sun Strider: Yup, there is one. It's the size of a tennis ball. Can you check if there is a spot on my shorts?
Snorkel ops: Yeah but it's not that big. Probably the size of a ping pong ball. But I'm gonna hold it in until I can't. I want to see how long I can keep it in.
Sun Strider: Same here. But I feel like I won't last any longer. I might just go right here.
Snorkel ops: Then I'll go here too.
They both hold it in as long as they can, but it's not easy for each of them. They are literally stopping the dam from flooding their pants. 2 hours goes by and the wetspot on snorkel ops' pants are as big as a football, the size of the wetspot in sun strider's shorts are just a bit smaller. Both of them are nearly about to burst. But the event has ended and everyone is starting to leave. Rook calls sun strider to check on her.
Rook: Sun Strider, we're all done here. The party was a big success. Surprisingly, chaos didn't erupt for once. I'm heading out. Sun Tan specialist already went home minutes ago. Just take the boat snorkel ops used to get back to the docks.
Sun Strider: Yup. I'll fix my stuff and head out.
Snorkel ops: Uhh Sun Strider? I don't think I can hold it anymore. I'm gonna burst right now.
Sun Strider: I think I might go here as well.
The two girls can no longer hold it in anymore. They try to he it in but they have already reached their limit. Their bladders have gave up and a day's worth of pee came out. Their two pee puddles combined to form a mini loot lake. They took a look of the damage done. Both of their pants are fully drenched in piss. After they finished, they both played in their little pee puddle.
Sun Strider: That felt so good. Letting go all of that is the greatest feeling I ever had.
Snorkel ops: Same here. Do you want to do this again? Just the two of us. Drinking and holding it in.
Sun Strider: I would love to. Meet my by lonely lodge tomorrow. Bring a ton of slurp juice and I know where to buy a ton of chug jugs.
Snorkel ops: See you there.
That's all for that one. Hope you guys enjoyed that story. I'll make sure I would post the next one and make stories from multiple seasons.
You guys have the chance to choose a name for these 2 characters. Just comment down a name for a character you like and I'll be choosing the best one.
BTW epic games added a pee desperation emote into the game. How cool is that? |
Part 2 of the sun strider story. Since I can't think of any creative name for the characters, I'll just use their skin names for now. Remember you guys can choose what their names are. I'll pick the best one. Comment down below what their names should be. Now let's get back to the story. Hope you guys enjoy this one.
Season 6 is finally here. After the end of summer party at loot lake, people are talking about that the cube was headed there, and the were right. The cube melted in the water and days later, the island in the center was raised to the sky. New areas around the map as well containing dark secrets and mysteries. But that didn't stop Sun Strider and Snorkel ops from having another "fun time." Ever since the loot lake party, those two have enjoyed holding their little fetish. So they decided to do it again, this time somewhere more private where no one is at, a place like lonely lodge.
Sun Strider: I have everything we need to enjoy ourselves. TV, drinks, snacks, and a whole lot of mini shields.
Snorkel Ops: I brought 4 chug jugs, 2 for each of us. I also have a ton of slurps.
Sun Strider: Then what are we waiting for? Let's enjoy ourselves shall we? I'm pretty sure no one will bother us.
Snorkel Ops: Cheers to that.
Meanwhile in lonely lodge, the government has once again are back on the map with private operations, the last time they were here was when the meteor crash. They were investigating the areas that used to have low gravity when the cube was roaming the map. They sent one of their best spies, Elite agent and Trailblazer to investigate the dark areas and figure out what the shadow cubes are.
Elite agent: Command, this echo checking in we are approaching the area.
Trailblazer: Command, this is tango, I'm on echo's 6. We have arrived at the location. No bogeys in site.
Command: Agents Echo and Tango, your mission is to scout the dark areas near our bunker here in wailing woods. You are also tasked to bring back a sample of the cubes found in that area. Once you enter we will not be able to communicate with you because of the cube's interference.
Elite Agent: You can count on us. We'll bring you back those cubes and information on what is happening here.
Trailblazer: Echo and Tango out.
An hour goes by and the 2 are searching the area for clues that could tell them what really happened here after the loot lake phenomenon. They were able to acquire one of the cubes and after Trailblazer touched one, she became invisible for 45 seconds.
Elite Agent: What happened to you? You touched that thing for one second and you vanished before my eyes.
Trailblazer: I don't know. I can't describe what I just felt. When I vanished I was jumping around really high and I was able to phase through buildings.
Elite Agent: Command will find this information interesting. I'll contain one then we'll finish checking the area.
Little did Trailblazer know that those cubes cause other effects to the body, specifically the bladder. It's only a matter of time when this becomes a problem for her.
Meanwhile back at lonely lodge, Sun Strider and Snorkel ops are having another pee holding contest. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. 2 hours have gone by when they started drinking minis and slurps. Sun Strider needed to go 6/10 while Snorkel Ops needed to pee 8/10 since she always had a small and shy bladder.
Sun Strider: What's wrong? Does this little girl need to go pee pee?
Snorkel ops: No, I just had too much to drink. You know I don't have a bladder of steel like yours.
Sun Strider: You only drank 4 minis and a slurp. I already finished half of my drinks.
Snorkel ops: Then let's cut it to the chase then. Chug Jug drinking Contest right now. First to finish wins without leaking themselves. If you leak once you have to do it again.
Sun Strider: Oh you're on. Just don't piss yourself when you start drinking.
Back in wailing woods, elite agent touched the shadow cubes again when she was attempting to contain one. While she was busy trying to get one, Trailblazer was searching the areas for any clues on what could possibly happen. But she also needs to go badly. She hasn't used the bathroom since this morning and she drank 2 chug jugs last night. And the shadow cubes double the amount that is in her bladder, so she is holding 4 chug jugs inside.
Trailblazer(whispering to herself): Oh shit. I knew I should have gone to the toilet before I left this morning. I really need to go so bad. But I can't just leave Elite agent here on her own. I have a job to do. I just have to hold it in until we get back.
Attempting to reload some of her weapons, she accidentally throws a shockwave grenade, causing her to launch not really far but it caused a shock to her bladder. Which caused her to leak a bit in her shorts.
Trailblazer: Uggh, I just wet myself. I can't let Elite agent see me like this. I really need to go and I don't know how much I can hold it in. It's ok. I've got the information we need, elite agent finally got one of the cubes. I just have to hold it until we get back.
Elite Agent: Just got word from command. They said that something formed in loot lake, a vortex of some sort around the floating island. We're tasked to check it out.
Trailblazer: Oh yeah great. Pee lake, Pee lake... I mean loot lake. Yeah let's go check it out.
Elite agent: Are you alright? You're trembling for some reason. And you're fidgeting a lot to.
Trailblazer: No I'm fine. Just excited to check out the toil- I mean lake. Yeah let's go. (I'm gonna piss myself before we even get there.)
The 2 spies head to loot lake to check on the activities happening their. Trailblazer really needs to go bad, but Elite agent will soon have that problem thanks to those shadow cubes.
Back to lonely lodge, Sun Strider and Snorkel ops are racing to see who can finish thier Chug Jug first. Sun Strider, being used to these drinking contests, is already halfway through. Snorkel ops on the other hand finished quarter of her drink. Sun Strider finishes just as Snorkel ops has a fewmoredrops left. Sun strider's bladder is about 8/10 full which means she really needs to go know. But things aren't looking too good for Snorkel ops, just as she finished her chug jug she reaches the limits of how much her bladder can hold.
Snorkel Ops: Ugh. Mmmm. I don't think I can hold it anymore. I'm literally gonna burst.
Sun Strider: If you can't just go already.
Snorkel Ops: I can't. I won't go here. These pants are new and I'm not gonna soil them the first time I wore these.
Sun Strider: Then let me help you. Come here. *Starts to tickle snorkel ops*
Snorkel Ops: No please! I'm gonna piss myself right here. Ohh shi...
Snorkel Ops finally let out what she was holding in all day. She fully wet herself covering the front and back of her pants with piss. While Sun Strider continues to laugh, her need grows.
Sun Strider: Welp there goes your new pants. Now you're gonna have to buy a new pair.
Snorkel ops: It's not funny. I just got these new jeans and now they're already soiled.
Sun Strider: You knew we were gonna do this and you still chose to wear those new pants. That's on you
Snorkel Ops: Nope. You're gonna get what's coming to you.
Sun Strider: Yeah I'm just gonna go...
Snorkel Ops: Ohh no. You're not going anywhere.
Sun Strider: Wait. Where are you taking me?
Snorkel ops: You'll see. I'm gonna enjoy this, but you won't.
Meanwhile, the two agents finally arrived at loot lake. As they monitor the area for any unusual activity, Trailblazer's getting close to wetting herself. And while she is holding in what she drank last night, Elite agent is trying to hide the fact that she needs to relieve herself. Just like Trailblazer, she forgot to go before they left and know she needs to release at least 10 minis that she drank last night. As well as 4 slurp juices.
Elite Agent(whispering to herself): Mmm. I really need to use the toilet. But I can't just abandon Trailblazer here and the mission. I just have to hold it in. You can do it Echo. You haven't wet yourself since you were 8, and your not gonna relive that experience again. I'm just gonna have to hold it in until we get back to the bunker.
Trailblazer (whispering to herself): That lake isn't helping my case. That running water sound is gonna make me piss myself right here with Elite Agent. No that's not gonna happen. You held it long enough, your not gonn- oh shit.
Trailblazer starts to leak again. The sound of running water from the lake is making her need grows. There is a wet mark at the back of her ass that is the size of a tennis ball. Luckily for her, she wears dark pants so it won't be noticable.
Elite Agent: Are you alright? You're trembling again.
Trailblazer: Yeah I'm fine. Just excited you know? New areas, new places to pee- I mean to visit, new items to pee on- I meant use...
Elite agent: Are you sure you're alright? You're fidgeting a lot there.
Trailblazer: Yeah I'm fine. So how do we get on top of the island.
Elite agent: You see that vortex at the center of the lake? Players who've been here said that you can glide upwards in there.
Trailblazer: You mean we have to cross the lake and all that water? Heheh. Seems easy enough.
Elite agent: Yup. Let's go (I'm gonna piss myself if I try to cross that lake.)
Trailblazer: (I'm screwed. I'm gonna piss myself right now)
Back at lonely lodge...
Snorkel Ops: You still think tickling me is funny?
Sun Strider: Snorkel Ops please untie me from this tree. I need to go really badly. I'm really sorry I tickled you and made you wet yourself. Now can you please until me? I'm bursting.
Snorkel Ops: Nope. You're gonna suffer the same fate as I did. And this time, you're gonna get more than just tickling.
Sun Strider: What are you doing? Wait don't cover my mou...mmmfm
Snorkel ops: There, now I can think to myself. Now I'm just gonna tie this rope around your arms and your legs, then your nice full bladder. Ohh it's bloated a bit. Does it hurt if I push on it? Let's find out.
Sun Strider: Nnnnmf. Mmmm. Snmmm...I nnn pfff...
Snorkel ops: What was that? You need to do what? I can't hear you, you have to speak up. Oh what do we have here? Leaking, no no no your gonna have to hold it longer than that. So I'm gonna take this camera and I'm gonna put record on. And you have to hold it until I get a fresh pair of pants which would take me about an hour or 2. And if you piss yourself while I'm gone I'm gonna send this video to everyone on the island.
Sun Strider: Nnnmf. Mmmmmm... Hmmmf...
The 2 agents finally reached the top of the floating island on loot lake. While gliding in the way up, Elite Agent leaked a bit when she opened her legs while trying to activate her glider, causing her to let out a stream of pee. It's not entirely visible since her jeans are dark. As for Trailblazer, scaling the island and having to hold in her pee was tormenting for her. She leaked 2 or 3 times while gliding up and now the wet stain on her pants are getting visible, but she managed to hold it in. Once they reached the top of the island they investigated the area for any signs of players present, but no one has reached the area just yet. While searching around, Elite agent pees herself a little, causing another stream to come out. Her pants are starting to get a bit darker, especially in the crotch region. Trailblazer on the other hand is literally trying to hold herself in, wimpering and bouncing up and down trying to stop the stream from flowing. But another wave hits and causes her to leak a bit more. All of her bouncing caught Elite agent's attention.
Elite Agent: Trailblazer are you sure you're fine? Your bouncing quite a lot. And why does your pants look wet, we barely got splashed trying to climb up.(Also bouncing a bit but not noticeable)
Trailblazer: You see... the truth is... I REALLY NEED TO PEE. I've been holding it in since this morning but I haven't got the chance to go to the toilet because we were called to the command center.(Now bouncing even more now)
Elite Agent: Well that makes the two of us. I also wasn't able to use it this morning and I forgot to go last night as well. Worse part is when I checked the restroom inside the house it's out of order. So we're gonna have to find somewhere else to relieve ourselves.
Trailblazer: I might not make it down this stupid island. I think I might burst right here. I really can't hold it in anymore.
Elite agent: Mmmm. I'm starting to think the same thing. I'm starting to reach my limit. Ohh shit, I'm leaking again. Mmmmmm. No it was just a stream. I was managed to stop the flow but I don't know how much longer I can keep it in.
Both agents are literally bouncing around and trying to hold in their pee and stopping the flow. Both of their pants have visible wetspots and are noticeable. But Trailblazer wasn't gonna go in public. Even on top of a floating island.
Trailblazer: That cave over there. I'm gonna go in there so I can discreetly pee myself.
Elite agent: Ok you go first. I'll pee in the corner somewhere inside the cave.
As they both entered the cave, Trailblazer and elite agent leaked even more. They are both close to reaching their limits.
Trailblazer: Ohhj shit. I can't unbuckle my pants. It's stuck I can't get it off. I might just piss in these pants.
Elite agent: I wore my smaller pair this morning. I can't pull these pants down either. Ohh shit, I'm leaking even more.
As they are desperately trying to remove their pants, their need is just greater. They both have finally reached their limit. Elite agent and Trailblazer have fully pissed themselves, causing them to soak both of their jeans front and back. They are embarrassed of themselves but are relieved to finally empty an entire day worth of piss from their bladder.
Trailblazer: That felt so good...
Elite agent: Yup. Ahhhhhh. I'm relieved I no longer have to experience that torture again.
Trailblazer: Can we both agree that no one should know about what happened here today. If anyone asks back at command why we are soaking wet, we tell them...
Elite Agent: ...we fell in the lake by accident. Got it. No one must find out what happened here.
The 2 agents after releasing an entire day's worth of piss, went down the island in soaking wet jeans and headed back to command with Intel about the shadow areas. But as for sun strider, she has been holding it in for the entire past hour. She was able to stop any sort of leak from her bladder but her need grows even more. After an hour and a half, Snorkel Ops finally returned.
Snorkel Ops: Wow you actually held it in this entire time. I thought you were gonna piss yourself after I left but you actually have a bladder if steel. No leaks either. The video is yours. Now let's get this little ball gag out and...
Sun Strider: ...hhhaaaave you lost your mind? I've been dying to pee for an hour now I feel like I'm holding twice as much than before. I'm gonna burst.
Snorkel Ops: Then just go. No one else is here besides me.
Sun Strider: Oh shit. Ahh. Ahhhhhh. Aaaahhhhh. I'm leaking a lot. Oh shit I'm pissing myself right here.
Snorkel Ops: There we go. Let it all out baby.
Sun Strider: Oh it feels so good.
Snorkel Ops: Now we're even. I brought you some extra clothes inside. Then we can eat before we leave. Now let's get you untied from that tree.
Sun Strider: Alright, we're even. But that whole tying me to the tree thing was too much. I could have easily wet myself if you tickled me.
Snorkle ops: I know. But I want to make it fun.
After changing clothes, they both went inside to have a quick break before heading home.
Snorkel Ops: Hey Sun Strider. I saw something interesting while I went to change clothes. You know Elite agent and Trailblazer?
Sun Strider: Yeah, the 2 agents from the government. Last time I saw them was when the meteor hit dusty divot. Why did you ask?
Snorkel Ops: While walking back here, I saw them sneaking around crates, they look like they were trying to sneak up on someone. But when I took a closer look, they were just hiding.
Sun Strider: Hiding what?
Snorkel Ops: Their wet undies. Yup I think they just pissed themselves. I also got a clear picture of them.
Sun Strider: Oh my God that must be so embarrassing for them. You should totally post it online.
Snorkel Ops: Nah. The government would be onto us. I have another idea though. It would be useful for our next little "fun time."
Sun Strider: I'm listening...
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After having some success with my previous story "Nisekoi: Stuck in a Storeroom", I decided to write more Nisekoi fanfiction. This thread will be bunch of short stories. Here is the first one. Please enjoye
Story 1: Handcuffs and Despearte Feelings
“Damn,” cursed Raku Ichijo as he looked down at his phone, “how long is she going to make me wait?” Raku was waiting on the rooftop of the school. Earlier in the day Marika Tachibana – Raku’s fiancé due to an agreement ten years ago between their fathers – had pulled him into the hallway and asked him to meet her on the roof right after school. Raku had been on the roof for almost fifteen minutes. At the present moment he was supposed to be helping Chitoge Kirisaki – his fake girlfriend due to certain circumstances – with taking care of the school’s animals. Raku could just imagine Chitoge screaming at him for being late. He was just getting ready to leave when the door to the roof swung open.
“I’m sorry I’m late Rakkun,” said Marika as she made her way over to him. “I was just leaving the classroom when I got dizzy and had to stop for a rest.”
“Are you all right?” asked Raku. Raku knew that Marika was in fragile health. She had been that way all her life. “Do you need to go to the nurse’s office?”
“I’m fine,” she replied. She was only a couple feet away from him when she stumbled forward. Luckily Raku was able to catch her before she fell. Before Raku could ask if she was okay, he felt something clasp around his wrist followed by clicking noise. Looking down at his wrist, he noticed a handcuff.
“What are you doing?” shouted a surprised Raku as Marika stepped back, holding the other half of the handcuff in the palm of her hand. The chain of the handcuff was about two arm lengths. “Get this off of me right now!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“And why not?”
“Because it would ruin my plan.”
“What plan?”
“To get you to go on a date with me,” she smiled.
“Let me get this straight, you handcuffed me so that I would go on a date with you? That’s insane.”
“Look, I wouldn’t have to do this if you would just leave that gorilla of a girlfriend and date me instead. I mean I am your fiancé after all,” she said. “Now please stay still while I attach the other half to my wrist.”
“This is bad,” thought Raku to himself as he racked his brain for a way out of the predicament he was in. Suddenly, an idea hit him. “Hey Marika, look towards the sky behind you.”
“As if I’d fall for that,” laughed Marika as she opened the handcuff and was preparing to put it around her arm.
“No, I’m serious. Look up in the sky, there is a message written for you,” he lied.
“Really?” shouted Marika as she released her grip on the handcuff and spun around excitedly. A frown etched its way across her face as she saw nothing but clouds. “I don’t see anything,” she replied as she began to turn back towards Raku. The moment she turned around, she noticed that he was no longer there. She then turned her attention to the rooftop entrance and saw the door swinging. “Gosh darn it!” she screamed in her original dialect. “He tricked me and now I’m plum mad.” Suddenly she placed her hand to her mouth and looked around, hoping that nobody had been around to hear her little outburst. She had spent the last ten years learning to disguise it so that she could sound like a proper lady. Once she had regained her composure, she spoke again. “No matter, he won’t get very far. After all I have the key.” She then proceeded to follow Raku.
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Kosaki Onodera was walking from her committee meeting back to the classroom. “The meeting was short today. I wonder what I should do now?” she muttered to herself as she entered the classroom, grabbed her bag, and exited. As she walked down the hall, she felt a small twinge in her bladder. While it wasn’t very strong, she decided that she didn’t want to risk having to go while on the walk home. Walking to the restroom. Kosaki rounded the corner where something slammed into her with enough force to knock her to the ground. “Owwww,” she whined as she slowly opened her eyes. Staring right back at her was none other than her crush Raku Ichijo.
“I’m so sorry Onodera,” apologized Raku as he jumped to his feet and extended a hand to her. Kosaki took it. Once Kosaki was on her feet, Raku said, “Sorry but I gotta run. I’ll explain everything later.” He took a few steps past her before he felt a jerking motion on his wrist. “What the hell?” he muttered to himself as he began to turn around. A split second later a look of horror etched its way across his face. The other handcuff that had been dangling just a few moments earlier was now tightly clasped to Kosaki’s wrist.
“What’s going on?” asked a confused Kosaki as she looked down at the handcuff on her wrist.
Before Raku could explain, a loud voice filled the hallway, “RAKKUN, WHERE ARE YOU? IF YOU COME OUT NOW I PROMISE I WON’T BE MAD.” It was Marika and from the sound of it, she was getting closer by the second.
“Crap!” exclaimed Raku before snatching Kosaki’s hand. “Come on, we need to go right now!” Suddenly Raku began dashing down the hallway with Kosaki in tow.
“Why are we running?” she screamed in a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. As they ran all she could think of was, “He’s holding my hand!”
“Like I said, I’ll explain everything later. Just run,” he shouted back. Kosaki did as she was told. Within minutes they were outside the school gates. As they ran, neither of them knew what surprises were waiting for them this day.
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Back at the school, Chitoge had just finished taking care of the animals and had made her way back to the classroom. “Stupid beansprout,” she grumbled as she grabbed her bag. “I can’t believe he left me to do all the work by myself. He’s going to pay for this.” As she said it, she cracked her fists. Suddenly one of the doors to the classroom slid open and a woman walked in. It was Chitoge’s, Raku’s and Kosaki’s homeroom teacher, Kyoko Hihara.
“Ah Miss Kirisaki, what are you still doing here. I thought that you went home already with Mr. Ichijo,” said Hihara-sensei.
“He went home already?” asked Chitoge doing her best to conceal her anger.
“Yes, I saw him run through the gates earlier. I believe that Miss Onodera was with him,” she answered. She then looked over at Raku’s desk. “That’s strange. I wonder why he didn’t take his school bag.”
“Maybe he just forgot. He spaces out sometimes,” commented Chitoge.
“I see,” said Hihara-sensei. “Since you’re his girlfriend and all, could you take his bag to him.”
“Okay,” answered Chitoge as she grabbed Raku’s bag as well. “I’ll make sure he gets it.” She then exited the classroom. As she made her way out of the building, she thought about how she was going to punish him for ditching her to be with Onodera. Of course, she would have to find him first. Her best guess was that he was likely at his house, but before she could go she would need to stop by her house to drop off her bag.
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As Raku and Kosaki ran, Kosaki began to feel the contents of her bladder sloshing around. While she was not at the point of pure desperation yet, the feeling of her urine splashing against the sides of the bladder wall was still uncomfortable to say the least. “Ichijo, can we please stop running now?” panted Kosaki.
“Sure,” answered Raku as he began to slow down. By the time they had stopped running, they had reached a small park. As they were catching their breath, Raku let go of Kosaki’s hand and said, “Sorry about all this Onodera. I’ll explain everything to you over at the bench over there. I just have to get something from the vending machine first.” He then led Kosaki over to the vending machine, put in a few coins and got a couple bottles of tea. “Here you go,” he smiled handing one of the drinks over to her. In truth, Kosaki didn’t want the tea because she knew it would only make her urge to go worse. Given the fact that the two were now stuck together, having to pee could create a serious problem. However, she accepted it anyways as she didn’t want to be rude.
“Thank you,” she replied as she excepted the tea. The two then sat down on one of the benches. Kosaki took a sip from her tea before asking, “Can you explain to me why we’re handcuffed to each other?”
“Marika Tachibana tried to handcuff me to her so that I would be forced to go out on a date with her,” explained Raku. “I managed to get away from her before she could get her handcuff on. In the process of running away, I crashed into you in the hallway where the other handcuff attached itself to your wrist.”
“I see,” said Kosaki as she finished gulping down the tea. “So, what are we supposed to do now?”
Raku thought about it for a moment before saying, “I guess I’ll call Shu and see if he can help us out.” He then pulled out his phone and dialed the number. Just as he was about to hit send, the screen went black. “Crap, my phone just died.”
“I’ll call Ruri then,” said Kosaki as she pulled out her phone and dialed her best friend’s number.
The phone rang a couple of times before Ruri’s voice on the other line said, “Hello?”
“Hey Ruri, it’s Kosaki. There was a bit of a situation at school and now Raku and I are handcuffed together. We’re currently at the park. Can you come help us?”
“Sorry, but I can’t do that,” replied Ruri.
“Why not?” whined Kosaki.
“Because this is your chance for you two to be alone together,” answered Ruri. “Don’t you want to spend some quality alone time with him?”
“Of course I do,” whispered Kosaki as she turned away from Raku as best she could so that he wouldn’t hear the conversation.
“Then what’s the problem?” she asked.
“The problem is that we’re stuck together and I’m going to need to use the bathroom soon,” said Kosaki as quietly as she could. As she turned her head to see if Raku had heard, she saw that his attention was elsewhere.
“Then hold it,” hissed Ruri. “Chances like this don’t come around all that often. Now instead of whining, you should use this time to confess your feelings to him.”
“I can’t. I’m not ready.”
“Listen up, if you let this chance pass you by without anything happening, then our friendship is over. Good luck.”
“Wait Ruri, don’t hang up the phone,” screamed Kosaki, but it was too late. She then hit the redial button only for her phone battery to die. “Oh no, my battery just died too.”
“Is Ruri going to come help us?” asked Raku.
“She’s said she’s busy,” lied Kosaki. As she said it, the pain in her bladder began to feel a little sharper, but was still bearable. At least for the moment. “What now?”
“I’m not…” but before Raku could finish his sentence, a loud voice called out to him.
“Young master, what are you doing here?” It was one of the yakuza thugs that lived at his house. Before Raku could answer him, the man asked, “Why are you handcuffed to another girl when you have a girlfriend?”
“This isn’t…”
“Oh, I get it,” interrupted the thug as he walked over to Raku and began nudging him on the shoulder. “You’re quite the player aren’t you, young master? So how far have you gone with this beautiful young lady?”
“We’re just friends, nothing more!” blurted Kosaki, her face flush with embarrassment. She pressed her free hand to her face and turned her head away, trying to hide a grin. For some reason, she couldn’t help but feel happy about being mistaken for Raku’s lover.
“Yeah, we’re just friends,” agreed Raku, doing his best not to feel dejected by Kosaki’s response. Suddenly a thought came to Raku’s mind. If the thug had gotten the wrong idea about him and Kosaki, what would happen if the two were seen by any of the Beehive members, specifically Claude? The most likely answer is that the city would become a warzone between the yakuza and the Beehive. Thinking quicky, Raku said, “Look, I’m not going to go into detail, but let’s just say somethings happened resulting in she and I being handcuffed together. If the Beehive gangsters see us and get the wrong idea like you did, there could be a bloodbath. Can you help us?”
“Maybe,” answered the thug as he examined the cuff around Raku’s hand. “Yeah, I should be able to pick the lock no problem. I’ll just need to get my lock picking kit first. If I leave now, I should be back in about twenty minutes.”
“We could be discovered by then,” cried Raku.
“Well if you need a place to hide, there’s a small shrine not too far from here. Why don’t you two wait there while I go get what I need.”
“Fine,” said Raku. After getting directions from the yakuza thug, both he and Kosaki set off for the shrine.
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Raku and Kosaki arrived at the base of the shrine minutes later. By this time, Kosaki was beginning to squirm a little. Each step they climbed towards the shrine brought with it a shooting pain in Kosaki’s bladder. She did her best to hide her pain, but Raku noticed it. “Hey Onodera, is everything alright?” he asked as they reached the halfway point.
“I’m fine,” she lied.
“No you’re not,” replied Raku. “You wouldn’t be squirming in pain if you were. Now please tell me what’s going on.”
“I need to use the restroom,” admitted Kosaki, her face bright red.
“There should be a public bathroom at the shrine,” said Raku, his face almost as red as hers. Suddenly it hit him that they were still stuck together. “Actually, you might have to hold it.”
“Why?”
“Because if we go into the women’s bathroom, I’ll be labeled a pervert and if we go into the men’s bathroom I’d still be labeled a pervert.”
“Makes sense,” agreed Kosaki. “I think I can hold it. I mean that guy can’t be gone for that long, right?”
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Meanwhile back at Raku’s house, the thug was looking for his lock picking kit. He had spent the last half hour tearing apart his room looking for it. “Damn it, where did I put it,” he screamed.
“Hey man, what are you looking for,” asked a fellow yakuza member who was passing by the man’s room.
“My lock picking kit,” replied the man.
The second yakuza thug pulled out a small box from his pocket and said, “Here it is. I needed to borrow it while you were gone. I’m done now so you can have it back.”
“You could have said that earlier,” spat the thug as he grabbed the kit and rushed out of the room. He was just rounding the corner near the front door when he heard female voices. It was the young master’s girlfriend and her bodyguard.
“Have you seen Raku?” asked Chitoge. “He left his bag at school.”
“He hasn’t come home yet,” said the thug who had answered the door. The guy then turned to the thug with the lock picking kit. “Hey, you were just out. Did you see him?”
“No I didn’t,” lied the man as he averted his gaze for a split second. Chitoge took note of it but said nothing.
“Alright,” replied Chitoge. She then handed the bag over to the thug who answered the door and asked, “Can you please make sure he gets this?”
“Sure,” answered the thug.
“Great, I’ll just be going then,” said Chitoge. Then both she and her bodyguard left.
The moment they were off the property, Chitoge’s bodyguard, Seishirō Tsugumi commented, “Something’s definitely up. That man was obviously lying when he said he hadn’t seen Ichijo.”
“I know,” agreed Chitoge, “which is why we’re going to follow him the moment he leaves the house.” The two girls hid around the corner of the house and waited. Sure enough, the thug exited the house a few minutes later. As he walked down the street, he was completely unaware of the two girls following him.
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Back at the shrine, almost an hour had passed since Raku and Kosaki had parted ways with the thug at the park. As they sat on a bench, Raku could see Kosaki’s desperation getting worse by the second. It was taking all her concentration just to keep the floodwaters at bay. “Look, if you can’t hold it, then we can go to the women’s restroom. There doesn’t seem to be anybody around so it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“We can’t,” cried Kosaki softly. “If someone were to walk in and see you, your reputation would be ruined. I couldn’t do that to you.”
“I guess you’re right,” said Raku. “If you used the women’s bathroom, I would need to go into the stall with you. If we went to the men’s bathroom, I would be able to stand outside the stall, but we would need to leave the door open enough to fit the chain through. Either way you would have very little privacy and we would be taking a huge risk.”
“That wouldn’t be good,” agreed Kosaki. Her legs were beginning to grow stiff. She tried to stand up so she could stretch them out, only to lose her balance and stumble backwards. Raku jumped up and caught her before she could fall. “Thank you,” she blushed as she looked into his eyes. The shock of being held in her crush’s arms made her lose focus for a few seconds. But in those few seconds, she felt something warm and wet drip into her panties. It was only a drop or two, but Kosaki knew that if she didn’t go soon, those couple drops would become a river. “I hope that guy comes back soon, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it.”
“There is one more option,” commented Raku as he let go of Kosaki. “There is a small wooded area behind the shrine. If we find a tall enough bush or a wide tree, you can go behind there.”
“I can’t just tinkle behind a tree or bush with you handcuffed to me,” cried Kosaki as she turned her head away. “It’s too embarrassing.”
“Then we’ll go use one of the bathrooms then.”
“That’s also embarrassing.”
“What’s more embarrassing, the first two options or wetting yourself?”
“I guess wetting myself,” she mumbled. Kosaki paused for a moment as she thought about which option to choose. “Ichijo, if I choose the outdoor option, do you swear that you won’t look?”
“Of course,” answered Raku.
“I guess I’ll choose the outdoor option,” she blushed.
“Alright then, come with me,” replied Raku. He then took her by the hand and led her into the wooded area behind the shrine.
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The two walked for a couple minutes until Raku saw a tree wide enough for Kosaki to hide behind. Raku then stepped behind it and saw several large bushes a couple feet away. The bushes would provide decent cover for Kosaki if someone happened to be walking through the area. Raku then walked back to the front of the tree and said, “This spot should work nicely. I’ll stand guard in front of the tree while you go behind it.”
“Alright,” replied Kosaki as she stepped behind the tree. Facing the tree, she slowly hiked up her skirt and pulled down her slightly pee-stained panties. As she began to lower herself into a squatting position she called out, “You won’t peek, will you?”
“I won’t peek,” answered Raku.
“Okay,” said Kosaki as she squatted down. She took a deep breath and let out a gushing river of golden yellow. She watched as it drenched the dirt beneath her. Wanting to get it over with a little faster, she gave her stream a little push. Kosaki stared in amazement as her stream jutted up a little bit before smacking into the base of the tree. The bark began to turn dark as she watched. As she peed, her body was overcome with a wave of relief. “This feels so good,” she moaned as she let her relief consume her. Suddenly it hit her that she had moaned and said those words out loud. With her face bright red, she called out, “Was I speaking out loud just now?”
“I didn’t hear anything,” answered Raku. On the other side of the tree Raku was trying to hold back a nose bleed. He could hear everything going on behind the tree: the hissing sound of her piss and the slapping sound it made as it hit the ground as well as the moan. Raku faced the tree and leaned his forehead against it. “Calm down man,” he quietly whispered to himself. As he looked down at the ground he noticed something shiny coming down from behind the tree. Taking a closer look, he saw that it was urine. It was then that he realized that the tree was sitting on a slope so small that he hadn’t noticed it until just now. Staring at the stream, thoughts of Kosaki squatting behind the tree with a golden stream gushing from between her legs flashed through his mind. “GAAAHHHH!” screamed Raku as he began pounding his head against the tree.
Raku’s scream along with the pounding sounds startled Kosaki who almost lost her balance. She quickly pinched off her stream and yelled, “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s just fine,” replied Raku whose forehead was now red.
“What happened?”
“There was a huge spider on the tree. Don’t worry though, I killed it.”
“Alright,” said Kosaki. She was just getting to restart her stream when she noticed that the puddle she had already created was beginning to run across the ground along the side of the tree. It took her a couple of seconds to realize that the tree was on a slope and that her stream was now making its way down the slope and past Raku. “Oh my god,” she shrieked. “You’ve seen my pee this entire time, haven’t you?”
“No, I haven’t,” said Raku. “I only just noticed it a couple seconds ago. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
“Then what about the sound?” asked Kosaki. “Could you hear it the entire time?”
“No.”
“Please don’t lie to me.”
“Yes, I could hear it,” admitted Raku.
“This is awful,” cried Kosaki. “How am I supposed to finish now that I know that you can hear and see it?”
“It’s no big deal,” said Raku in an attempt to calm her down.
“It is,” she yelled back. “It’s embarrassing.”
“What if I covered the sounds of your stream with my own?” asked Raku.
“I guess it might help,” she responded.
“Alright then,” he declared. Raku’s hands began trembling as he unzipped his pants and pulled it out. Placing one hand on the tree, he launched a stream. The bark darkened as his piss slid down the tree. “How’s this? Can you hear it?”
“Yes,” blushed Kosaki.
“Do you think you can finish up now?”
“I’ll try,” she responded. A few seconds passed, but nothing happened. “It’s not coming out!” cried Kosaki.
“Don’t panic, just try and relax.”
Kosaki took a deep breath and tried to relax her bladder muscles. A few more seconds passed before her urine came spraying out like an uncontrolled firehose. Grass, dirt, tree roots, and even some of the tree bark that wasn’t already wet soon became drenched. She could even feel warm drops running down her thighs. “It’s coming out!” she moaned excitedly. Suddenly the sound of Raku’s stream cut out. “What’s going on over there?” she called.
“I’m just having a little issue here,” yelled Raku. In truth, Kosaki’s suggestive words had caused his snake to stiffen to the point that he found it difficult to go. “Come on little guy,” he whispered, “I know you still have more in you.”
On the other side of the tree Kosaki buried her face in her hands as she slowly realized just how suggestive the words she had said were. Out of embarrassment, they stopped talking to each other. A couple minutes later, Kosaki’s spray died out until it was nothing more than a couple drops. The moment she was done, she reached into her skirt pocket for something to wipe with. “Oh no,” she whined as she quickly realized that she didn’t have anything to wipe with.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have anything to clean myself with,” she admitted.
“Hold on a second,” said Raku as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. “Stretch you hand around the side of the tree as far as you can. I’ll hand you a handkerchief.” Kosaki did as she was told. Raku leaned over the side of the tree as much as he could before dropping the handkerchief in her hand.
“Thank you,” called Kosaki as she took the handkerchief and began wiping the drops around her vagina and thighs. “I’ll be sure to wash and return it later.”
“There’s no need,” replied Raku. “Please keep it. I have too many as it is.” That last part was an outright lie. In truth, the reason he didn’t want it back was because he had a feeling that he would do something perverted like try to smell it.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure,” answered Raku. He then turned his attention back to what he was doing. Raku wanted to finish his business now so that he wouldn’t have to go later. It took a few seconds, but he was finally able to get his stream started up again. “Thank God,” he said to himself. Suddenly he heard a twig snap and as he turned his head, he saw that Kosaki was standing a couple feet away from him. A look of surprised horror etched its way across Raku’s face.
“I’m done,” said Kosaki as she began to walk over to him. However, she stopped as soon as she saw the look on his face. “What’s wrong?” As she began to look down, she saw what was going on. “I’m so sorry!” she shrieked as she turned her back to him, her face a deep shade of red. “I didn’t know you were still going.”
“It’s alright,” replied Raku, although he was crying on the inside. “She saw it,” he thought to himself, “this sucks.” It took him about thirty seconds to finish. “You can look now,” said Raku as he zipped up and stepped away from the tree.
“I really am sorry,” cried Kosaki as she turned to face him. She blushed as she noticed the part of the tree that Raku had just watered.
“It’s no big deal. But let’s keep this between us okay?”
“Sure,” agreed Kosaki doing her best not to stare at the wet patch on the tree. “We should probably head back to the bench. I’m sure that guy’s there by now.” And so, the two walked back to the shrine, both of them too embarrassed to say a word to each other.
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After exiting the wooded area, Kosaki decided to walk in front of Raku. The entire walk back, she had been unable to look him in the eye. They were almost to the bench when Raku lost his balance and stumbled forward, falling on Kosaki in the process. “Owww,” whined Raku as he began to open his eyes. Much to his shock, he was now on top of Kosaki. His face was just centimeters from hers. “I’m sorry,” he said as he stared into her eyes.
“It’s fine,” she said staring back. Her lips were just within reach of his. They could both feel their hearts racing. Several seconds passed by as they stared into each other’s eyes.
Raku finally broke the silence. “Onodera, there is something that I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time.”
“What is it?” asked Kosaki, her heart threatening to explode out of her chest at any moment.
Raku gulped, “It’s just that I like...”
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU PERVERTED BEANSPROUT!?” The voice sounded familiar. Too familiar. As Raku turned his head, he saw that Chitoge, Seishirō, and the yakuza thug were standing in front of him.
“It’s not what you think,” cried Raku and he jumped to his feet. “I can…,” but before he could say anything more, he was greeted with a barrage of fists, courtesy of Chitoge.
“It was an accident,” added Kosaki after Chitoge finished beating Raku.
“Accident?” repeated Chitoge. Kosaki then explained why they were handcuffed together and how what they had just witnessed was the result of Raku accidentally tripping. “I see,” said Chitoge after Kosaki finished her explanation. She then turned towards the yakuza thug and ordered him to unlock the handcuffs.
“Thank you,” said Raku after the handcuffs were off.
“You’re welcome,” replied the thug. He then turned and said, “I got a couple of things I need to take care of in town so I’ll see ya at home.” With that, the thug walked off, leaving the four teenagers by themselves.
Chitoge looked up at the sky and noticed that it was beginning to get dark. “We should probably get going. Seishirō, would you mind walking Kosaki home? I have a few things that I need to discuss with Raku privately.”
“As you wish,” answered Seishirō
“I’ll see you later,” said Kosaki and she looked over at Raku.
“Yeah,” agreed Raku as he waved at her. He watched as Kosaki and Seishirō left. He then turned his attention to Chitoge, half expecting her to yell at him, but instead she turned around and began walking down the stairs. Raku knew from her reaction that it was going to be a long walk home.
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By the time Kosaki got home, she was completely exhausted. The moment she entered her room, she flopped on the bed and let out a heavy sigh. “I wonder what Raku was going to say?” she asked herself as she clutched a pillow to her chest. As she thought about it, she began to wonder if he was going to confess his feelings for her. Kosaki immediately sat up, her face a dark shade of red. “What am I thinking? There is no way that he would do that.” As she laid back down on the bed, she looked over at the picture she had of him on her desk and asked, “Would he?”
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Raku and Chitoge were almost halfway to Chitoge’s house. Neither of them had said a word since leaving the shrine. The silence was making things extremely awkward. “Look Chitoge, I said it was an accident. Why are you so mad?”
Chitoge spun around and screamed, “I’m mad because you almost blew our cover. Tell me, what are people going to think when they see you on top of another girl who isn’t your girlfriend? Do you want this city to become a bloodbath?”
“Of course not,” answered Raku. Suddenly something Chitoge said dawned on him. “Hold up a second, are you jealous?”
“BAKA!” she shrieked, her face bright red. “Why would I be jealous? We’re fake dating remember. I don’t even like you that way.”
“Then why are you so pissed off about it,” snapped Raku.
“I just am okay,” she grunted. “Deal with it.”
“Are you sure that it’s not because you’re jealous?” asked Raku.
“I’M NOT JEALOUS!!!” she screamed as she grabbed Raku by the collar. “You’re just a perverted beansprout.”
“And you’re just a violent gorilla,” retorted Raku as he grabbed the collar of Chitoge’s uniform. By this point their faces were just centimeters apart. Their eyes locked on to each other’s.
Chitoge looked away first. “Maybe I am a little jealous,” she said in English. Of course Raku didn’t understand a thing she said. “Now let go of me,” she snapped as she turned her head towards Raku and gave him a headbutt. Raku fell to the ground. “I’m going home.” She then took off, her arm raised to conceal her flushed face.
“YOU ARE SO NOT CUTE!!!” he screamed as Chitoge rounded the corner. Raku sat on the ground, still dazed by Chitoge’s reaction. He had no clue what she had just said, but whatever it was, it had made his heart skip a beat. Of course he would never admit it out loud because he was in love with Kosaki. As he got up and brushed the dirt off his pants, he said, “There is no way I’m ever going to fall for that gorilla of a girl.” He then set off for home, smiling about the time he got to spend alone with Kosaki. |
Author's note: This story takes place during episode 7 of season 1 of the anime (chapters 15-17 of the manga).
Story 2: Seishirō and the Men's Bathroom
“I challenge you to a duel!” declared Seishirō Tsugumi pointing at Raku Ichijo. “If you win, then I will acknowledge you as the young mistress’s boyfriend. If you lose I will subject you to agony worse than hell, and then I’ll kill you.”
“Can’t we talk this out?” asked Raku as he trembled in fear.
“Please calm down,” added Chitoge Kirisaki.
“We’ll duel after class in the school yard,” replied Seishirō. She then turned her back and began walking towards the rooftop entrance. “If you run, I’ll kill you.” She then exited the roof and slammed the door behind her. “That guy’s got some nerve thinking that he can protect her better than I can. He’s nothing but a mere beansprout. I’ll win this duel and then I’ll kill him,” she muttered to herself as she walked down the hallway.
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Lunch period was almost over as she made her way back to class. Seishirō was almost at the classroom door when the urge to pee hit her. She had spent almost the entire morning following Chitoge around, not once leaving Chitoge’s side, even to use the bathroom. Seishirō was now beginning to regret that decision. Turning around, she walked back towards the restroom. She was about to enter the girl’s restroom when someone called out from behind her. “That’s the girl’s bathroom,” declared the female voice behind her. As Seishirō turned around, she saw the girl standing behind her was one of her classmates. She believed that the classmate’s name was Kosaki Onodera. Kosaki pointed and said, “The boy’s bathroom is over there.”
Seishirō looked in the direction that Kosaki was pointing. It was obvious that Kosaki thought that Seishirō was a guy. This had been a common occurrence throughout Seishirō’s life, although she wasn’t quite sure why people thought she was a guy. Not once had she considered that it was because she had a boy’s name and that she dressed in a male uniform. After having to try to explain her gender multiple times only to have people not believe her, Seishirō had decided that it was best to let people think what they wanted. After all, she had given up on her womanhood a long time ago. “My mistake,” said Seishirō as she turned towards the boy’s bathroom and entered.
The bathroom was rather small with three urinals and two stalls. This was not the first time that Seishirō had been forced to use the boy’s restroom. She had grown accustomed to being dragged into the men’s room as Cladue, her guardian of ten years still believed that Seishirō was a boy. On the occasions where she was forced to use the men’s room, she normally would just go into a stall. Over time though, she had learned that men are disgusting pigs and tend to leave the toilets covered in piss and god knows what else. After the first few times of having to sit on gross seat, Seishirō had decided that she had had enough and chose to teach herself to pee standing up. She wasn’t a pro at it – she still had to pull her pants down to her knees – but as long as she was in a stall, it didn’t matter.
She walked over to one of the stalls and opened the door. Inside the stall, the toilet was covered in plastic with an out of order sign sitting on top of the tank. Seishirō moved to the next stall. Opening the door, she saw that the stall was a disaster area. There was wet toilet paper covering the toilet seat and floor around the toilet. Taking a closer look, she saw that the toilet was clogged with toilet paper and god knows what else. There was no way it was going to be useable. She backed her way out of the stall and closed the door. As she thought about what to do next, she felt a surge of pain reverberate throughout her bladder. The pain caused her to hunch over. It felt like she was going to leak. Seishirō pressed her hands against her crotch and took a few deep breaths. She needed relief and she needed it now.
Seconds passed before she was able to get the pain under control. As the pain subsided, she looked up and saw the urinals. She had seen them many times during her forced trips to the men’s room, but never once had she used one. As desperation began to take hold of her, she couldn’t help but stare at the toilets that would offer no privacy. It would be bad if someone walked in on her while she was using it, but it would also be bad if she wet herself, especially after acting all big and tough with Raku Ichijo. Realizing that she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, she decided that the urinal would be her best option. The only question was which one to pick. Out of the three urinals, the one on the right, farthest from the door, was wrapped in plastic with an out of order sign hanging on top. That left the urinal on the left, closest to the door, and the one in the middle. There were no dividers to offer any privacy. She ultimately chose the middle one because if worse came to worse and somebody came in, she could at least shift her body to the right.
Seishirō walked over to the middle urinal, her entire body shaking. “Can I really do this?” she whispered to herself as she gazed at it. She began to fumble with her pants as she attempted to unbuckle them. Once her pants were unbuckled, she reached for her zipper. By this point her hands were trembling so badly that she missed the first couple times she tried to grab hold of it. “Calm down Seishirō,” she said to herself, “you can do this.” She managed to grab her zipper on the third attempt and pulled it all the way down. Seishiro then reached down and began to slide her panties down through her pants while trying to keep her pants from falling down. While she had never done this before, it was either this or pull down both her pants and panties. It took her a few seconds of maneuvering, but eventually she got it to the point where her panties were just below her thighs. With her panties out of the way, she pulled her pants down slightly so that they the opening of her pants would line up with her urethra. Reaching inside the front of her pants, she used both hands to spread her labia. Seishirō then leaned her pelvis forward and spread her legs a bit. She was ready as she could be. Suddenly the sound of footsteps shattered the silence of the room. Turning her head to the left, she watched as a boy entered the room. Much to her horror, it was none other than Raku Ichijo.
“Man do I have to go,” declared Raku as he walked over to the urinal to the left of Seishirō. He then unzipped his pants and whipped it out. Seishirō blushed at the sight of his dick.
“Why did it have to be you?” muttered Seishirō.
“What was that?” asked Raku, having not heard a word she said.
“Nothing,” replied Seishirō as she turned her attention to the wall in front of her. The two stood there for a minute or so, neither of them saying a word. The silence was broken by the hissing sound of flowing water slapping porcelain. Seishirō turned her head and looked down. Sure enough, Raku was urinating right next to her, his dick partially exposed. Despite knowing that she shouldn’t look, Seishirō found herself staring at it.
“Stop staring!” shouted Raku the moment he noticed that Seishirō was watching him. He quickly cut off his stream and leaned forward a little more in an attempt to give himself some more privacy.
“Don’t flatter yourself!” retorted Seishirō as she quickly looked back at the wall in front of her.
“Crap,” grumbled Raku less than a minute later. “Now I can’t get my stream started again.” He then turned his head towards Seishirō. “Hey man, is everything okay over there?”
“What’s it to you?” spat Seishirō.
“It’s just that I noticed that you’ve been standing there for a couple minutes and haven’t gone yet,” replied Raku.
“That’s really none of your business,” stuttered Seishirō, her face beginning to grow red.
“Hey Tsugumi, are you pee shy by any chance?”
“I am not!” she yelled back. “I’m just uncomfortable is all.”
“Why?” asked Raku.
Unable to take Raku’s prodding any longer, she blurted out, “I’m uncomfortable because this is my first time peeing in a urinal. Are you happy now?” Seishirō’s face was now completely red. Now that she had said it, she found herself unable to hold back. “I usually just use the stall. The thought of being so exposed and vulnerable terrifies me.” She paused for a moment as she tried to hold back tears. “Go ahead and laugh.”
“Why would I do that?” asked Raku. His question caught her off guard. As she turned her head, their eyes met. “Pee shyness is nothing to be ashamed of. A lot of guys struggle with it.”
“Even you?”
“Yes,” blushed Raku. “However, I’ve come to realize that I can either let it run my life, or I can face it head on.”
“And how do you do that?”
“You just stand tall and go no matter how long it takes to get started,” answered Raku.
“That doesn’t help at all,” said Seishirō.
“I’ll think of something else then,” replied Raku. He closed his eyes and began to think of ways to help Seishirō. “How about this? Just close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Imagine that you are the only one in here.”
“I can’t do that!” shrieked Seishirō. “If I close my eyes, you’ll look.”
“Why the hell would I look?” screamed Raku, his cheeks turning a slight shade of red as he shifted his gaze away from her. “We’re both guys.” As he looked back at Seishirō, he saw a worried expression on her face. “I won’t look,” stated Raku calmly.
“Promise?” whimpered Seishirō. The shy expression on her face was extremely cute.
“Yeah,” blushed Raku, no longer able to look Seishirō in the eye. In Raku’s mind he thought, “What the hell is wrong with me? We’re both guys so why am I reacting this way?”
“Ok,” said Seishirō as she closed her eyes. She tried to imagine that she was the only one there. Half a minute passed, but nothing happened. Opening her eyes, she whined, “It’s not working.”
“When I can’t go, I find thinking about water helps,” advised Raku.
“I’ll try it,” said Seishirō as she once again closed her eyes. Seishirō began to imagine rivers and waterfalls, but it didn’t seem to help. By this point in time, her bladder was on the verge of exploding. It was taking everything she had not to double over in pain. Opening her eyes once more, she turned to Raku and asked, “Do you think you can make water sounds?”
“I guess,” blushed Raku. He then tried his best to imitate the sounds of rivers and oceans.
“Thank you,” whispered Seishirō as she shut her eyes one final time. She began to imagine rivers and waterfalls once more. A few seconds passed before the familiar sound of water splashing against porcelain filled the air. “I’m doing it!” she thought to herself. However, her relief was shattered the instant that she began to feel something wet dripping down her inner thighs. Her eyes flew open and she quickly stared downward. Sure enough, her stream wasn’t very strong. It was just barely making it past her pants and into the urinal and the stream’s distance was shrinking by the second. She quickly pinched off her stream. Realizing that she had only one option left, she grabbed hold of her pants and yanked them down to just above the knee. She then leaned herself forward until her vagina was practically touching the back wall of the urinal. She then used her legs to straddle the sides of the urinal.
“What are you doing?” shouted a surprised Raku as he turned his head. Luckily, he had not seen her pull her pants down nor could he see her vagina as the sides of the urinal were now obstructing his view.
“Don’t look!” cried Seishirō as she leaned forward even more. Seishirō was so far forward that her skin was touching the cold, wet porcelain, but she didn’t care. The dam was breaking. Unable to hold it back any longer, she whimpered, “It’s coming out.” Less than a second later, her golden spray spurted out, colliding with the wall of the urinal. Her body shivered as dozens of little piss droplets ricocheted off the back wall of the urinal and ran down her inner thighs. She moved back slightly and gave her stream a little push. Looking down, she watched as her spray stained the white porcelain yellow as it dripped down. “I can’t believe I’m actually peeing in a urinal,” she thought to herself as her piss turned the water below into a greenish yellow. Seishirō could feel her body begin to relax as a flood of relief enveloped her. “This feels good,” she thought to herself, “maybe peeing in a urinal isn’t so hard after all. I should probably practice more.”
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of snickering off to the left. Turning her head, she was horrified to see a couple boys from her class walk in. “Hey look,” snickered one of the boys, “the new guy is peeing with his pants around his knees.”
“Gross,” laughed the other boy. “What is he, five?” The two boys burst out in laughter. Seishirō’s face turned a deep shade of red. Her entire body was trembling as she tried to hold back the tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.
“KNOCK IT OFF!” yelled Raku, his sudden outburst silencing the two boys. “What gives you the right to pick on someone for the way they use the bathroom?” Before either of the boys could answer, Raku unbuckled his pants and yanked them, along with his underwear, down to his feet. He then took a step back from the urinal before launching a thick and powerful stream of his own. “If you want to laugh at something, laugh at this.” The two boys just stood there in stunned silence. “If you don’t have anything else to say, then get out,” barked Raku using an expression he had seen his yakuza family use to intimidate others. It was enough to send the two boys running. Once they were gone, Raku turned to Seishirō and said, “Don’t mind them, those guys are just idiots.”
“Why did you help me?” sniffled Seishirō as she rubbed a tear away using her shoulder. “You and I are supposed to be enemies remember.”
“Just because we are on opposing sides doesn’t mean that we can’t help each other out,” commented Raku. “Hell, I would rather be friends instead of enemies.”
“That’s stupid,” blushed Seishirō as her spray finally died out. “Hey beansprout, I need you to look away for a second while I pull up my pants.” Raku did as he was told. Seishirō leaned down and quickly pulled up her pants and underwear. She shuddered a bit as they touched her wet thighs, but there was nothing that could be done about it. As she buttoned up her pants, she noticed a couple small drops but nothing to noticeable. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Raku had just finished peeing and was now pulling up his pants. Seishirō flushed the urinal and began walking away. Just as she was getting ready to leave the bathroom, she shouted, “Don’t think that I’m going to go easy on you just because you helped me. If anything I’m going to crush you twice as hard.” After that, she left the bathroom and made her way back towards the classroom. As she made her way back, she happened to stumble upon the two boys who had made fun of her. Needless to say, neither of those two boys ever made it back to class that day nor did they remember anything that happened during that lunch period.
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Not long after the duel ended, Raku left the faculty room after writing an apology for using the school’s pool without permission. As he was walking down the hallway, he found himself still reeling from the discovery that Seishirō was actually a girl. The more he thought about it, the more the whole bathroom incident made sense. Raku’s face went beet red as he realized that not only had he peed next to a girl but that said girl had seen everything. Not wanting to think about it any further, Raku rushed back to the classroom to grab his bag. As he leaned down to get his bag, he felt something cold and metallic press up against the back of his head. “Raku Ichijo,” said Seishirō as she cocked the gun, “you will not speak a word about what happened in the bathroom earlier today. Because you helped me out, I won’t kill you, but I promise you this. If you say anything about seeing me pee to anyone, I swear it will be the last thing you ever do.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” cried Raku. “I was in the bathroom by myself. Nobody was with me.”
“Good,” replied Seishirō as she withdrew her gun from Raku’s head. A few seconds passed before Raku turned around, only Seishirō was no longer in the room.
“That was a close one,” he muttered to himself as he slung his bag over his shoulder. As he walked home, he couldn’t help but wonder why Seishirō had chosen to use the men’s room in the first place. Regardless of the reason, Raku felt that maybe the two of them had gotten just a little bit closer and that maybe, just maybe, Seishirō would stop vocalizing her desire to kill him. |
He would not do it, he had promised himself last time, Harry told himself while he was laying in bed in the early morning. His hand lay on his abdomen, on top of his slightly swollen bladder. Last time was the last time, he did not need it. In the dorm room he heard the slow breathing of his sleeping dormmates. The sounds of the night, as owls hooted in the dark sky. And once again he stroked his full bladder, preparing his body to just get up, get out of bed and go to the toilet. But het could not bring himself to doing so.
He still remembered the first time. Well, not the first time of course, but the Dursleys did not count as long as he was in Hogwarts. As long as he was in the magical world, the Dursleys did not exist - that was the way to survive, the way to live, the way to actually be a somewhat normal teenager; pretending that the Dursleys did not exist. No, his first time was when he was staying with the Weasleys: He had woken up early morning feeling disoriented in the bright orange room, sleeping on an actual mattress and under and actual blanket, while warmness was spreading around him. It took him five seconds to realise. Five seconds to wake up and realise he was wetting the bed, and then he immediately stopped. He stepped out of the bed, glad that Ron was a deep sleeper and this snoring loudly. There was a large wet spot on the bed, that was slowly losing its shine because of the urine slowly being soaked up by the mattress. His front looked relatively okay, using his too hands he could hide the wet spot on his treadable grey trainers, however his back was completely soaked. The light grey had turned dark all over his bum, and because of him jumping up there were a few tracks running down his leg untill his knees.
Harry had started acting on instict. He had ripped of the wet sheets from the bed, and taken them with him outside the room, starting to look for a washing machine. His pyjama pants were slowly turning cold, especially since it was not warm in England, although it was summer. He searched in the shed and in another downstairs room for a washing machine, but could not find one. Tears started running down his face in frustration and fear. If the Weasleys were even the smallest bit like the Dursleys, he did not want to know what they were about to do when they discovered he had ruined one of their guest beds. Upon entering the kitchen, he stilled immediately, and started to breath heavily as he looked at the back of Molly Weasley, who had started breakfast for the Weasley brood. He slowly track to back away, and Molly did not notice him untill he bumbed into the side of the door.
Molly had turned around, "Oh, Harry, you are already awake!" She had exclaimed, before noticing the wet sheets in his arms and the fearfull look on his tear covered face. "I'm sorry sorry sorry." Harry began to mumble incoherently. "O sweat boy, it's okay, accidents happen." Molly had said, while taking a step towards Harry who was trying to dissapear into the kitchen wall. "Come here, let me solve this for you." she had said, while taking the wet sheets out of his shaking hands. Harry had immediately wrapped his arms around himself, as if hugging himself and protecting himself at the same time. Molly had taken the young boy in her arms, wet pants and all, and drawn him close to her. She had murmured sweets words of forgiveness and love for the small child to him, as he had slowly become less tense and relaxed into the hug.
It had happened sometimes after that as well. When he would sleep at the Weasleys, and get all pumpkin juice he wanted throughout the day, he would sometimes wake up -especially when he was having nightmares- either in a wet bed or wetting the bed. And every time Molly would comfort him, remind him that he was save and that he was a child and that accidents could happen. When he was there, in her arms, he didn't have to be the boy who lived, he didn't have to carry the world upon his shoulders. When Harry was hugged by Molly he could just be a child that had an accident, and a child that had an adult to take care of him.
Thinking of that feeling, of being a child and being taken care of, Harry almost involutarily let go of a spurt of pee, warming and dampening his boxers and the inside of his trainers. He knew last time hadn't been the last time. He needed to remember the feeling of safety again - with Sirius dead, Dumbledore ignoring him and havind to endure Snape's comments during the day, he needed a release. Slowly and carefully, he released more and more of his bladders content, untill he lay in a puddle of his own pee, surrounded by the warmth and wetness. He sighted and soaked in the feeling for a moment, before picking up his want to mutter the charm that would clean him and his bed up, before either got cold.
Then all that was left was the ghost of warm air, being left behind by the drying and cleaning charm Harry had perfected in his fourth year. He pushed a bit, and the tiniest bit of pee came out, just making his briefs slightly damp. And with that ghost of the "accident" he had just had, he felt into a peacefull sleep again, no longer dreaming of a dark lord chasing him, but of warm arms, caring words and adults that took care. |
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."
-Jane Austen
Wáng Démíng was such a man, and he felt he might get his wish granted. China's gender imbalance meant that it was difficult for many men to find a wife, but not Wáng Démíng. He was strikingly handsome, and the heir to a major corporation. He was also a pervert, which would be a minus to some women and a plus to others. He loved dominating women, tying them up and forcing them to orgasm, making them call him master. But most of all, he loved omorashi. He loved the humiliation of taking a dignified young lady and watching her vainly struggle to maintain her dignity before succumbing to her urges and soiling her knickers at last. It was the ultimate erotic humiliation.
Unfortunately, while he always kept his sex acts consensual, many young ladies otherwise eager to marry him were put off by his depraved urges. Perhaps, he figured, women raised in a totalitarian state were too used to real oppression to enjoy the sexual version. Perhaps he should look abroad.
So look abroad he did, and he found Emily Ford, an aspiring young model from Britain. She was an elegant young lady as tall as he was, with her blonde hair in a ponytail. She seemed like the type to marry for money, and being a charming, albeit depraved, rogue would certainly help to seduce her. So they agreed to meet for a date. He would pay all expenses, and she would satisfy him...and hopefully he would satisfy her, too.
Emily thought she was the luckiest girl alive. A glamorous foreign businessman wanted her, and he was handsome, too. He'd paid for a first class flight from Britain to China, and was going to let her stay in his luxury apartment. She knew there was obviously going to be a sexual price for this, but it wasn't even a price. He'd sent her shirtless pictures, and her legs trembled already. She was basically getting this for free.
She looked at herself in the mirror. In her shirt, jacket, knee high boots, and little black miniskirt, she looked irresistible. There was just one issue. She hadn't done a poo for days, and she was feeling pretty uncomfortable. She'd tried drinking more water and even taking laxatives to shift it, but it hadn't quite worked yet. As the aeroplane came in to land, she felt it might have finally started to work. She could probably poo now, if she was allowed to leave her seat. But she wouldn't want to leave him waiting once the aeroplane had landed.
She sleekly walked down the staircase from the aeroplane, her hair blowing in the wind, and her skirt not due to being too short and tight. She felt very lucky in her choice of skirt today - a looser skirt would have been very embarrassing. But nowhere near as embarrassing as what she was going to suffer.
Wáng Démíng was waiting in the terminal for her.
"Afternoon, young lady," he said, in impeccable English. "You look stunning." He admired her fabulous bare legs and slender, curved figure.
Emily felt a pang in her gut. "Yeah, I do," she said, blushing. She needed to go, but she also needed to make a positive impression on him. Dashing off for a poo wasn't the way to do that.
"I'll take you to my car," said Wáng Démíng.
Emily followed, her boots clacking on the floor. Wáng Démíng's Porsche was waiting outside. The driver looked at his new girlfriend.
"Fucking hell, she's hot," he said in Chinese. "How much did you pay for her?"
"Just the cost of the flight," said Wáng Démíng. "Don't get any ideas."
"I won't," said the driver, wondering if he'd ever get someone remotely like that.
Wáng Démíng and Emily got into the back of the Porsche and fastened their seat belts.
"Traffic's bad today," said the driver in Chinese. "It'll take a while to get back."
"Traffic's bad today," said Wáng Démíng in English. "It'll take a while to get back."
Emily felt another pang of distress. She really had to poo. But she obviously wasn't going to admit that.
"All the more chance to see the scenery, I guess," she said.
The car left the airport and soon entered the mass of traffic. Emily fidgeted awkwardly in her seat. She should be enjoying this adventure, but all she could think about was how badly she wanted to poo. How badly she needed to poo. She looked around for any places to stop. But she couldn't admit she had to poo. She had to make a good impression. She had to be as dainty as the Asian girls he was used to.
Wáng Démíng was good at detecting when girls had to go, and he was suspecting it with Emily. He wasn't sure enough to start getting hard, but he was getting little twitches. He watched her sweat and shift in her seat as they made small talk about how nice it was to be there. Perhaps he would have a little fun with her. He wouldn't forcibly stop her from going, but he could...discourage it. Put her off going just a little too long.
Emily was increasingly struggling not to fart. It would take the pressure off her gut, but she couldn't stink up his car. And what if she followed through? It didn't bear thinking about. She just had to endure it. She rubbed her legs and prayed the journey wouldn't take too much longer.
But it did take longer, and longer, and longer. And the poo was pressing harder, and harder, and harder. Those laxatives were finally taking effect, hours after they were supposed to. Painful as it was, she wished she could have stayed constipated a little longer. She hadn't needed to poo this badly for as long as she could remember. But she had to stay strong. If she pooed now, this would be over, and she'd be sent back to Britain in disgrace, having disgraced herself. It was so tempting to just poo and let it out. But that simply wasn't an option.
"How much longer is it?" she asked, obviously anguished.
"Who knows, in this traffic," said Wáng Démíng. "Maybe another 20 minutes."
Emily gulped. 20 minutes. 20 minutes of increasing pain and pressure. She could hold it. She had to hold it. There was no choice. Wáng Démíng knew she was bursting, but he wasn't going to mention it yet. He tried to hide his growing erection a little. She didn't seem to have noticed. She was too focused on desperately trying not to poo.
About 20 minutes later, the car finally entered the parking lot of Wáng Démíng's deluxe apartment building. Emily sighed in relief. If she really, really clenched with all her strength, she might make it to his toilet. Maybe. She tried to get out of the car as gently as possible, to avoid slipping a fart. She tried, but she failed. As she got up, despite her greatest efforts, a loud fart blew out of the back of her skirt.
"Oh, I'm so, so sorry," she said, blushing deeply. "I have to use the toilet, now."
That was an understatement. She had to grab her bottom to stop the poo pushing out. It would be so tempting to just let it slip, but she couldn't. She couldn't.
"Bloody hell, that stinks," said the driver in Chinese. "At least she waited to get out of the car."
"I always take the stairs up to my apartment," said Wáng Démíng, truthfully. "It's good exercise."
"What floor do you live on?" said Emily, despairing.
"The penthouse," said Wáng Démíng.
"Please," said Emily, "I'm going to poo myself if we don't get up there now. Can we go up in the lift?"
"OK," said Wáng Démíng. He'd play nice for a while.
They walked to the lifts, the driver carrying their luggage. Emily squirmed and held her bottom. The poo was starting to force out of her anus, and she was barely pulling it back. She could just about make it. She thought.
The lift doors opened, and they got in. Emily leaned against the wall and used every ounce of strength she could muster not to poo as it went up. It stopped on a floor partway there. An elderly couple got in, speaking to each other in Chinese. As the lift started to move up again, a surge of pressure pushed at Emily's anus, and she slipped another loud, stinking fart. The elderly couple frowned in disgust.
"Those disgusting foreign girls," said the woman. "They have no manners."
Emily couldn't understand them, but she knew they disapproved. Tears came to her eyes. She could not poo. That would be the ultimate failure. She had to be strong. But it was getting harder and harder. The poo was coming out a little further each time before she could pull it back. Soon it was going to pop out into her knickers and she'd start pooing her skirt for real.
The lift finally came to his floor. She was on the edge of pooing her skirt, and she knew it. She could just barely make it. She staggered out of the lift, holding her bottom and grimacing in pain.
"Now, let's see..." said Wáng Démíng. "Where are my keys..." He fumbled through his pockets, his cock rock solid from excitement. Emily leaned against the wall and squirmed. Relief was so, so close. But so, so far away. And she had seconds to spare. Wáng Démíng knew he shouldn't play stupid too long, and slowly put his key in the lock and turned it. He entered his apartment, and switched on the lights.
"Now, young lady, let me introduce you to my apartment," he said.
"I have to poo, now," said Emily, making a dash inside. Wáng Démíng grabbed her arm.
"Excuse me," he said. "I have house rules. No boots inside. Take them off."
"But...but I'm going to poo myself..." said Emily, starting to cry.
"Take your boots off, and then I'll show you the toilet," said Wáng Démíng.
"I'll poo if I squat..." she said.
"Well, it's that or poo your skirt outside," said Wáng Démíng. "You're not coming in here with those boots on."
Shaking from the exertion, Emily squatted down to remove her boots. As she did, the poo she had barely contained finally dropped into her knickers. With a loud, squelching fart, she started to poo her skirt. Days' worth of poo forced through her fatigued anus and filled her knickers. She finally stopped her futile resistance, and the poo squelched out of her knickers and stained her legs. The stench was incredible. She sobbed like a little girl as she removed her boots, and traipsed, defeated, inside the apartment.
"Please stay outside," said Wáng Démíng to the driver. "Things are going to get a little personal in here."
"I'm not staying in here with that smell anyway," said the driver.
Wáng Démíng took the luggage inside, then removed his shoes and shut the door behind him. He then undid his flies and revealed his huge erection.
"Now, young lady, let's see under that skirt of yours," he said.
He pulled up Emily's skirt to see the filthy carnage underneath.
"Now, how do you feel about sex?" he said. "As you can see, I'm an absolute fucking beast right now. I love it when girls get humiliated."
"Um...OK..." said Emily, not sure of what to say. "So this didn't ruin our date?"
"No, it made it," he said. "Come on."
He let her into the bathroom.
"Now, are you definitely OK with this?" he said.
"I guess..." she said.
He tugged her knickers down and put her in the bidet. The water jet cleaned the filth off her bottom fairly quickly. He turned her over and looked again. Clean as could be. He got the lubricant out of the cupboard, and started rubbing it into her anus.
"OK, so I'm going no condom here," he said. "This is going to be quick and rough."
Emily just didn't know what to say. She felt his cock pushing into her bottom, not as rough as she was expecting, but firm. He only took a few thrusts to come and fill her bottom up.
"Sorry, I have no stamina with things like this," he said. "It's just so sexy. Now, come on, let's get showered."
Emily was conflicted. It was incredibly lucking she'd pooed her skirt in front of a guy who thought that was sexy, but it was also a little unsettling. It was gross.
But worse things happen at sea. |
Dr Suzuki Michiko was feeling pretty good. A beautiful young woman of 30, she had already established herself as a respected member of the hospital staff. At home, she had her loving husband, Kenji, who enjoyed frequent sex with her. And, today, she was wearing her favourite skirt at work, a knee length brown leather one, respectable but stylish. With her cardigan, smart flat shoes, and short black hair, she looked very attractive indeed.
One thing was annoying her, though. She needed to poo, and she just couldn't get the chance to go. When she'd tried to take a toilet break, the toilet was occupied. Now she'd come to the end of her shift, and it was closed for cleaning. Her husband was expecting her back home, so she might as well get down to the station and catch her train. Hopefully the station toilet would be open.
She walked briskly to the station, feeling quite uncomfortable, but nothing more. The toilet was indeed open, but there was a massive queue. They really needed to have more ladies' toilets. She tapped her foot and looked at the departure board. Her train was leaving in 2 minutes - certainly not enough time to wait and go - and she didn't want to leave her husband waiting by missing it and getting the next one. Oh, well. She was a tough girl. She could wait.
Her train was delayed a few minutes. She walked back to the toilets and contemplated queuing. The toilets were tempting, but that queue was moving very slowly, and the train wasn't delayed long enough. She clenched her bottom and walked back.
The train eventually arrived. By the time it did, the platform was packed, and she was squeezed up against many other people on the train. She entered the women's only carriage, hoping to avoid the creeps who took advantage of such unreasonably packed trains. As the train moved off, she held her stomach. She really did have to poo. She thought about how embarrassing it would be to let off a fart around so many other ladies. It was very tempting, though. The pressure on her bottom was quite substantial, and she shifted uncomfortably. Maybe she should have queued for the toilets and got the next train. She was going to be very uncomfortable by the time it reached her station. She was definitely using that toilet, however long the queue was.
Thinking of the toilet just made the pressure worse. She was really getting tempted to let out a fart to ease it, but she couldn't. She held her bottom with one hand and tried to think of her husband at home and what she was having for dinner tonight. It helped a bit, but her urge to poo was only getting stronger.
The train stopped. The announcer, obviously tired, informed the passengers:
"Unfortunately, due to works on the line, we shall be delayed for a short time..."
If Japanese had strong curse words, Dr Suzuki would have used them. If this delay was too long, she wouldn't be able to avoid farting, and embarrassing herself in front of all the other ladies on the carriage. And what if it wasn't just a fart...she shuddered at the thought of it. She couldn't poo her favourite skirt, in front of all these other women. An accident was simply out of the question. She clenched her muscles and tried to endure it as best she could. She texted her husband.
"Stuck on the train and bursting to poo! Not a good situation."
Kenji replied.
"That must be uncomfortable. Sorry."
"Yeah, it sure is," she replied.
"Are you sure you'll make it?" he replied.
Dr Suzuki blushed. Her own husband was considering the possibility that she'd have an accident. She was a strong, intelligent woman. She couldn't. She just couldn't.
"Yeah, I'll be OK," she replied.
Deep down, though, she wasn't sure she would be. At the very least, farting and embarrassing herself was almost certain. She strained as hard as she could to avoid it.
After far, far too long, the train started moving again. Dr Suzuki sighed in relief, and accidentally let a loud, stinking fart.
"Oh, I'm so, so sorry," she said, blushing scarlet. "I really need to use the toilet. I'm so sorry..."
The other ladies looked justifiably disgusted.
"Hey, aren't you Dr Suzuki?" said one of them, Ueda Kanako. "I saw you recently. You're really cool. Aside from that, I mean."
Dr Suzuki blushed even deeper. "Yeah..." she said. "I'm so sorry..."
"You don't need to be," said Kanako. "Accidents happen."
"I didn't have an accident," said Dr Suzuki. "I'll be OK."
She strained as hard as possible not to let another fart. She managed, but the stench of the first one was still around. This was total humiliation. But nothing compared to what she was to suffer.
Eventually, the train came to her station. Dr Suzuki got off the train, and scurried towards the toilets as quickly as possible. At the sight of the sign, another loud fart ripped through her skirt. She felt relieved that at least it wasn't messy. Her favourite skirt was still clean.
There wasn't a queue for the toilets. But she was dismayed to see why. The toilets were closed for cleaning. She grimaced in pain. She had no choice but to make the long, desperate walk home, and hope against hope she could make it.
She texted her husband again.
"Disaster! Toilets closed at station. Going to be a painful walk home..."
He replied.
"Are you going to make it home? It's OK if you don't."
She blushed. It might be OK with him, but it wasn't with her. She was a strong, tough girl, and she wasn't going to poo her favourite skirt. She didn't reply. She put her phone back in the pocket of the skirt she was desperately trying not to poo, and hurried home as quickly as possible.
The wind blew through her legs as she walked along the streets, and wind erupted from her bottom again. She was so, so lucky she hadn't followed through, but she couldn't take any more chances. Poo was starting to force out of her anus, and she was desperately straining to pull it back. So far, she was succeeding, but she couldn't much longer. By the time she got back to her apartment building, she had a hand pressed against her bottom and was sweating from the exertion. She'd never had to poo this badly in her life. She absolutely yearned for the toilet, but tried not to think about it too much for fear of letting go in anticipation. Why couldn't she have just queued back at the station? She wasn't so tough after all.
But she was. She was. She'd make it, just. That's what she told herself as she leaned against the elevator wall, trembling in exertion, another fart squeaking out of her bottom. She was only one moment of weakness away from poo dropping into her knickers, and then she knew she'd lose it completely. The elevator finally came to her floor. She staggered out, and towards her door. She'd almost made it...almost...she just had to get her keys...
She put her hand into her skirt pocket, her skirt she'd barely managed not to poo. She got out her keys...and fumbled them. They dropped on the floor. She knew she couldn't crouch down to get them. She'd poo if she did. She hammered on the door.
"Kenji! Kenji! I'm home!" she said, panicked.
Kenji slowly ambled over to the door, and opened it.
"Hey, babe, I -"
Dr Suzuki charged past him as soon as the door was open. As she did, she felt a loud, squelching fart erupt in her knickers. She was starting to poo, and she knew it. Poo forced through her anus and filled her knickers until it burst round the edges. By the time she got to the toilet, she just hiked up her skirt and sat down with her knickers on. There was barely even a point taking them off. She was pretty much finished. She slumped forward, feeling the weight of poo in her knickers, and burst into tears.
Kenji walked through and saw, and smelt, the disaster.
"Hey, babe," he said. "It's OK. You had a little accident. Whatever."
"I'm not a child..." said Dr Suzuki. "I'm a professional woman...this is so humiliating..."
"You're my little girl," said Kenji, stroking her hair. "How about I clean you up?"
"OK...fine...whatever...I'm a baby..." she said, still sobbing.
Kenji picked her up and put her across his knees. He pulled up her skirt, and surveyed the carnage. She really had needed to poo. Dr Suzuki felt Kenji's erection sticking into her hard. Did he actually...like this? Maybe this wasn't all bad after all.
"You did make a mess of yourself, didn't you, babe," he said. "Now, let's get you in the shower and washed up. And let's get me in the shower with you."
Kenji pulled off Dr Suzuki's shoes, then her socks, then her filthy knickers, then her stained skirt, then her cardigan, shirt, and bra. He then stripped himself, and led her into the shower. He switched on the water, and let it run over their bodies and wash Dr Suzuki's tears and mess away. Then he picked her up again, and this time penetrated her. Dr Suzuki whimpered in pleasure as he thrust, though it didn't take long for him to come. After he did, the withdrew, then pleasured her with his fingers until she came, too.
As they got out of the shower, Dr Suzuki felt a lot better about the whole affair.
"So...you like me pooing myself?" she said.
"Yeah," said Kenji. "You were so weak and vulnerable, and I could be the strong man to you. I love that."
"Cool," said Dr Suzuki. She wasn't sure if she wanted to try it again, but it was certainly an interesting experience. |
Hey guys, this is my first story, give me any suggestions you have.
Ashley woke up tired, as usual. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders and beyond as she stood up. She checked her phone which was charging on the table next to her bed. The time on her phone read, “8:02.”
“Perfect”, she thought.
Walking to the bathroom, Ashely began to mentally plan out the day she had ahead of her. The appointment she had was at 10, she knew she had plenty of time to get ready. Before she could think more of it, she reached the bathroom as her apartment was relatively small. The temperature throughout the apartment complex continued to rise as the peak of summer drew closer. It was a bummer the air conditioning system barely worked. Once in the bathroom she began her morning routine, which involved her going to the bathroom, showering, and brushing her teeth. As rinsed her mouth while brushing, she decided that she would never buy this type of toothpaste again. The taste was terrible. With only a towel covering her body, she went back to her bedroom. She needed to pick her outfit for the day. The closet wasn’t big, but it was just enough to hold her selection of clothes. After a minute of thought, she decided on a pair of skinny jeans and a tight white shirt which complimented her body well. She grabbed the clothes off their hanger and set them on her bed. She also grabbed a pair of panties as well and placed them over her other clothes that were on the bed.
As she was about to take off her towel and change, her phone buzzed. She walked over to see a text from her mom.
“Can you watch your little brother and his friends around one for a few hours? I know the drive down here is a little far, but I can’t find another baby sitter for tonight.” the text read.
Ashely sighed in frustration as watching her brother was never a fun task and the hour drive to get to her parents’ house was uneventful as well. She thought she wouldn’t have to see her family as much after she graduated college, but her parents made sure that she had a reason to visit every now and then. Her mom had also helped pay for her college, and Ashely felt as if she owed it to her parents to help out when she could.
“Another Saturday wasted,” Ashley thought as she texted her mom back.
She returned to putting her clothes after sending the message to her mom. After she was dressed up, she had to put her makeup on, which only took a few minutes. She smiled as she looked into the mirror of her bathroom, admiring her own beauty. The sound of a reminder on her phone went off and she suddenly remembered that she had the doctor’s appointment soon. Grabbing her phone, she went to the kitchen to make a bowl of cereal. She ate it and placed the bowl in the sink. After she finished eating she realized she still had about ten minutes until she had to leave. She drank a cup of water and grabbed two bottles in case she got thirsty on the ride there.
The journey to the doctor’s office began as she closed the door to her apartment and walked down the five flights of stairs to get to the parking lot. Once in her car, she looked at the time and began to drive. The traffic wasn’t bad at all due to the fact it was an early Saturday morning. Ashely always planned to have her appointments in the morning and early as possible, so she didn’t have to wait in case if the doctors were running behind due to other patients. She walked in the office and sat down after filling out the paper work she had to.
“The doctor will be with you shortly” the receptionist said with a warm smile.
Ashley did not see the point of this appointment. She had broken her arm a while ago and it felt fine, she did not know why she had to come in for this, it just felt like a waste of time. She crossed her legs and pulled out her phone, but before she could read anything the doctor called her back.
The doctor began asking Ashely to do several exercises involving her arm, which just seemed trivial to her. As the doctor kept asking her to do stuff, she realized that this appointment was taking much longer than she thought it would. The doctor then said he would be right back as he had to grab the x-ray of her arm. He put it in a folder and handed it to her and said she was good to go. Ashley thanked the doctor and was about to walk out when the receptionist stopped her. She began to ask Ashely to sign up to take a survey about how her experience was here. Ashely was in a bit of a rush to get home as she had to go to her parents soon and she needed to stop by her house to go to the bathroom. The receptionist kept droning on and on and Ashley finally decided it might be faster just to take the survey then listen to the receptionist keep trying to persuade her to take it. Little did she know that the survey would be five pages long and take around 30 minutes to finish. As she completed the survey in the waiting area of the office, her legs were crossed, a sign of her growing urge to pee. She was finally done and quickly gave the receptionist the survey and left the building.
Once she got in her car, she received another text from her mom. It was 11:30 and she still had time before she had to start get going to her parents. Before she could even read the text, her mom called her.
“Hi darling!” her mom said, sounding quite cheerful.
“Hi Mom,” Ashely responded. She had started her car and was beginning to drive back to her apartment to use the bathroom and grab another bottle of water as she had already finished the other ones.
“Do you think it would be possible for you to leave now? Your father and I were planning to leave a little bit earlier than we thought before,” Ashely’s mom asked.
“Uhh I just got done with an appointment and was going to go back to my apartment to grab some stuff before I came,” Ashely responded, to shy to tell her mom she needed to pee. She felt as if her mom respected her as a grown adult and she did not want to lose that.
“Ashely honey, you are coming to your home, you don’t need anything, everything is already here! We also really need you to come watch the boys for us,” her mom said, almost pleading Ashely.
“I guess I can leave now,” Ashley said. Although she had to pee, she knew she could hold it for the next hour as she really didn’t have to go that bad.
She started down the highway which would eventually lead to her parents’ home. With her music blasting and her mind focused on the highway, time went by quickly.
Ashely realized she was making pretty good time and she would reach there in about ten minutes less then she was used to. That also made her think that she had time to go pee before she left, as the urge continued to grow. It had been about four hours since she had gone in the morning and she definitely had to go more now then she did before. She parked on the driveway of her parents’ house and briskly walked to the door. She knocked on the door and crossed her legs and swayed back and forth as she waited. It took about a minute until her mom opened it.
“Ashely! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” Ashley’s mom said. She always made a big deal about seeing Ashely even though it had just been a few weeks since they last saw each other. Her dad was closely behind her mom and he gave Ashely a hug as well. They both seemed dressed up, but Ashely’s mind was on something else.
“We are about to head out, but Noah’s friends aren’t here yet. Before you do anything, could you wait for both of their parents to drop them off? They’ll be here any minute.”
“Sure mom,” Ashely responded, thinking in her head the moment her parents leave she would go pee. Her parents put their shoes on and Ashley walked them out the door so she could lock it behind them.
“Have fun!” Ashley said as she closed the door behind them, both of her legs bouncing.
She quickly turned and was almost running to the bathroom when she saw her brother.
“What’s up Ashley?” he asked.
“Oh hey, Noah!” Ashley responded. She did not want to be made fun of her younger brother for needing to pee this badly, so she knew she couldn’t make it obvious she had to go.
Noah gave her a hug which squeezed her bladder and didn’t feel good at all. Even though her brother annoyed the heck out her, they both still loved each other. He was still only 14, a huge age difference between the two.
“Can I show you something I made for my room?” he asked, sounding very eager. Ashely knew she had to pee, but she decided to go anyways. As she entered his room, she quickly sat down on his bed and crossed her legs. She slowly bounced them but made sure to avoid the attention of her brother.
“Look what I made!” he said excitedly. He had always been pretty good at drawing and the poster he was showing Ashley was actually pretty cool.
“Wow Noah that’s actually really nice. Good job you’re getting really good at drawing.” she responded. He talked about how long it took him to make and Ashley sat there as she grew more and more desperate.
When he finished talking, Ashely quickly got up and said, “Now give me a second I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”
She quickly scampered out of the room only to be this time interrupted by the doorbell. She cursed quietly and went to go open the door. She went to open the door with her legs crossed and she couldn’t help but to keep fidgeting around, it was obvious she had to pee if someone looked at her.
“Hi, you must be Ashely, your mom told me about you!” Noah’s friend’s mom exclaimed. “My name is Heather!”
She put her hand out and Ashley shook it. She kept crossing her legs and bouncing them as she spoke.
“Haha, that’s me,” Ashely said with a shaky voice. She was beginning to lose composure. Heather seemed oblivious to Ashley’s situation. Ashely just wanted Heather to leave so she could go pee.
“Now be good Billy, don’t give Ashley a hard time ok?” Heather said Noah’s friend walked in the house.
“I will Mom” Billy said, in an annoyed tone.
“Before I leave, can I ask you a favor?” Heather asked Ashely. This was the last thing Ashely expected and as much as she wanted to say “no” she knew she had to be polite and answered, “Sure.”
“Can I use your bathroom before I leave? It was a long ride here.” Heather asked with a smile.
Ashley couldn’t believe it, but she quickly answered, “Yea sure.”
As she walked Heather to the bathroom, she walked with her legs as close together as possible.
“Right here.” Ashley said with a fake smile.
“Oh thank you so much!” Heather said as she entered the bathroom.
When she closed the bathroom door, Ashely quickly held herself and crossed her legs, she had to go really bad. She could hear Heather peeing from inside the bathroom and it made her urge so much worse. She was almost full out pee dancing at this point. Heather opened the door to see Ashley on the verge of peeing herself.
“You have to go to?” Heather asked chuckling.
“Oh, uh just a little, haha,” Ashely said with a fake laughter, trying to compose herself as her face turned red from embarrassment.
“I’ll walk you out first,” Ashley said awkwardly to Heather, just wishing she would disappear so she could pee. She squirmed her way back to the door as Heather exited and quickly closed it and ran to the bathroom. She closed the door and tried to take her jeans off so she could finally pee. The only problem was the button was stuck. She bounced and danced and tried not to pee herself as she tried to get the button undone and nothing worked. She put her hands back to holding her bladder hole and exited the bathroom unrelieved. She needed someone else to help her undo the button. It would have to be her brother. He might make fun of her, but it beat peeing herself. “Noah can you-“, she was interrupted by the doorbell and it must have been Noah’s other friend coming over. She was about to pee herself, but she had no choice to open the door as she had no idea where Noah was.
“Hi” Ashley said as she opened the door, legs crossed and hands in between them. She had a look as if she was in pain.
“Hi… are you ok?” the mom asked as she looked at Ashley confused.
“Yea, just really gotta pee, sorry.” Ashley said as she pee danced in front of her and her son.
“Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt you. I just need to drop off my son. Jason, don’t be shy, go in”
She gestured for her son to go in as Ashely kept her hands on her bladder hole and her legs crossed for sake of her dignity or what was left of it.
“I’ll see you later, bye.” Jason’s mom said, clearly confused by the situation. Ashley still had to get her button unjammed and shouted out, “Noah pleeassee com here right now.”
She was begging at this point. Noah came out from upstairs to see his sister holding herself and dancing around.
“Help me my button is jammed, please I need you to fix it.” Ashley said, bouncing everywhere.
Noah ran down and said, “What do I do?” His friends watched as this attractive adult was on the verge of peeing herself.
“The button just try to fix it.” Ashley said still squirming around.
“I can’t with you moving around that much, stand still for a second.” Noah said, trying to mess with the button.
“Uhhh I’ll try,” Ashley closed her eyes and crossed her legs and held on with all her might. She had to stand still while her brother undid the button.
“Come on Noah, please,” she begged her brother to undo the button any faster.
“Give me a sec, I’m trying, I’m trying.” Noah said, he knew his sister was about to pee her pants and he didn’t want her to.
“There I got it!” Noah exclaimed.
“Oh my goddddd!” Ashely screamed as she sprinted to the bathroom and ripped down her jeans and panties to release the pee from her bladder. “Ahhhhhhhhh” she yelled as the pee left her body. After about a minute she was done. She got up and looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. Although she was embarrassed, at least she didn’t pee her pants.
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"Grr...what kind of backwards-thinking woman would willingly wear something so gaudy and constrictive," Celes Chere lamented as she attempted to squeeze into the frilled white dress. Celes, disgraced general for the Empire now working with the opposing Returners, was a woman of many fearsome talents. Not only was she a formidable fighter with a sword, but being infused as a Magitek Knight at a young age made her one of the few humans in the world capable of using magic. There was a very good reason she was granted the title of general, before being instead branded as a traitor.
However, no amount of formal training could have prepared her for the kinds of challenges she was faced with daily in the company of Returners. Latest of which was their plan to get to the Empire's capital of Vector to free the remains of magical beings known as espers, who had been drained of their power and taken on the form of magicite. As Ramuh had told them, it was the only way to help their friend Terra. Problem was, Vector was isolated on an island with no civilian ships crossing the channel. As such, their only option was commandeering the world's lone airship, owned by a gambler known as Setzer. In an unbelievable series of fateful coincidences, the party met with the owner of an opera house, whose lead star Maria was going to be whisked away by Setzer, and Maria looked nearly identical to Celes.
Unfortunately, as Celes was now discovering, the two weren't exactly indistinguishable. Maybe Maria shared her hair, face, possibly even height, but their builds were pretty different. Maria must have been a lot more thin and wiry than the fit Celes, that was the only explanation why Celes was having such a hard time fitting into the costume. Still, slowly but surely, she was slipping the delicate dress up her torso.
Just as she was about to succeed, the door to the dressing room opened. "Hey, Celes, how's the rehearsal going?" Locke walked through, surveying the room, until his gaze met Celes', who was staring at him, frozen, a trait he soon mimicked. After all, while the dress was nearly on, the top was only just barely slipped up to the point where it covered what it needed to. Locke's face turned bright red, as he finally snapped out of the hypnotic trance he was put under and looked away. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to look..."
Celes could have gotten angry at the blatant perversion, she was certainly bothered by it, but one didn't become a high-ranking officer by having thin skin. Instead, she took the chance to pull the dress all the way up to where it belonged, threading her arms through the shoulder straps. "I'm still trying to look over my lines. I think I have the gist of it, but I'm still a little worried about getting them exact."
Locke approached further, almost touching Celes with his proximity. "Where did you put the script? You can run the lines by me, I'll play everyone else and check that you get the dialogue just right."
"I left it on the table here," she answered, grabbing the booklet and handing it to Locke. "Remember, I only need to learn Act 1, we're hoping Setzer will abduct me before then."
"Understood, then I'll start from the beginning. Let's take a look..." He flipped through the first couple pages, until he found the opening to Scene 1. "Here it is." He cleared his throat and entered a stiff stance, likely some attempt at acting and sounding posh. "The war between the East and the West was growing more violent by the day..."
Celes tried to stifle her laughs, she really did, but she couldn't help but crack up. "I-is that what you call acting, Locke?"
"Hey, cut me a break! I'm not exactly a traveling showman, you know!"
"Yes, I suppose a common thief would have no appreciation for the arts."
"Hey, that's 'treasure hunter'! Call me a thief again, and I'll...I don't know what I'll do!" His threats were usually a lot more explicit and visceral, but Celes was spared the gory detail.
"It's all semantics. In any case, my character doesn't appear until later in the scene. If you could watch me rehearse and check my movements with the notes in the script?"
Locke hurriedly flipped the pages forward and back, attempting to find the start of the next scene. At some point in his wild search, he came across a specific encounter, early enough that Celes would have to perform. "Are you prepared for this dance, here?" He held the script out, pointing to a specific part of the page.
Celes didn't need to look. She knew exactly what he was referring to. She was dreading it. "A general has never had a reason to dance."
"Then, should I help you practice? If 'world famous opera star Maria' can't dance on stage, Setzer's sure to know someone's pulling something over him."
Locke had his chance to blush violently, now it was Celes' turn. Her eyes widened, with pupils dilated, flustered to the point of hardly being able to respond without stuttering out of control. "D-d-d-d-dance with you?!"
"Do you see anyone else in here?" He held his left arm out, while his right continued to hold the script, scanning intently, until he found a specific line of interest. "Come, Maria. Follow my lead," he beckoned, tossing the script onto the table.
Though she was shaking, eyes darting every which way, she still closed the distance and took Locke's hand, who gripped hers tightly and pulled her away into the sways and bobs of a dance, but not a graceful one. It wasn't just Celes who had no experience dancing, clearly her partner was just as unaccustomed to the motions. Both of them kept jerking the other in directions they weren't expecting to move, continuously bumping into each other whenever one attempted to get closer, stepping on the other's feet, it was a mess.
However, despite the mockery of a dance she had been conscripted into, Celes didn't mind. While it was hardly delicate, Locke was embracing her, leading her, sharing his warmth with her icy heart. It was just the two of them alone in the room, in a shared moment of intimacy. She leaned into Locke's chest and closed her eyes, muscles relaxing, turning her steps a lot less stiff and combat-like, into something slightly resembling a dance. "Why did you rescue me back in South Figaro? You put your life on the line smuggling out a disgraced Empire general. They could have had you executed, all for me."
"There was a woman in my past," Locke elaborated, a somber tone taking over his voice as he rested his cheek on Celes' head. "And I failed to protect her."
"So you just see me as a replacement for this girl?"
"I'd like to say I just don't want to see another woman suffer like she did, but...maybe you're right. I don't know myself."
Their dance continued in silence for several minutes, only the sound and sensation of each other's breathing to liven the scene. If they didn't have responsibilities to attend to, Celes wouldn't have minded staying like this for a while longer. "I should go," Locke admitted, separating himself and stepping back. "Edgar and Sabin are going to spread rumors if I'm in here with you for too long."
"Y-yes, I agree," Celes muttered, straightening her long, blonde hair between her fingers. "I'd rather not deal with those kinds of looks. And I should probably return to the script. I only have an hour left, after all."
"Well then, I suppose I'll see you on the stage." Locke waved farewell and backed out the door to leave Celes to her rehearsal, but turned back at the final second. "You look good in that dress, by the way." And with that, he was gone.
Once the compliment had sunk in, all Celes could do was sigh. "Just like him, to get the final word." Still, she looked down at herself, twisting her head around to look around her whole body. "Well, it wouldn't do much for battle, but...maybe it's not a bad look either." She wouldn't wear something like this if she had a choice, but she might not hate all the eyes seeing her in this attire.
However, she did have legitimate reason to dislike the costume. Getting it on was such a hassle, and getting it off would almost assuredly be more of the same. But why would she want to remove it so soon? Well, because of a building need that she had only just realized, while she had her mind thinking about herself. "Oh, I need to relieve myself. That's inconvenient."
Celes was not some dainty lady who couldn't hold her liquids. She'd be a failure of a general if she needed to duck out of battle every other minute, so her bladder strengthened as a natural side effect of her work. But she was still human, even with her natural magic, which meant she had to pee at some time. That time was now, it turned out. Very gently, she pressed her legs together to apply pressure to ease the discomfort.
Her dressing room didn't have a private bathroom, but there was no reason she couldn't exit out to the lobby and use the public restroom. The only obstacle was time. She had only one hour to spend before the performance began, at which point she would need to be ready to take the stage. If she were to use the ladies' room, that short block would need to fit in undressing and redressing in this annoying dress, where one experience only successful because of luck wouldn't do her any good. Not that she doubted she could fit that all into an hour, but with all the rehearsing she still needed to do, she needed every second she could get.
She looked over at the script on the table, deeply thinking about what the safest course of action would be. But she couldn't think for too long, lest she ruin her own timing. "I need all the time I can get, time I don't have an abundance of. I'll just need to hold it," she sighed. She was confident in her capacity, so she wasn't afraid or anything like that. But she could tell already, it was going to be uncomfortable.
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Oh Maria!
Oh Maria!
My beloved, do you hear
My words whispered in you ear
As if I were by your side?
The voice was muffled, but Celes could easily hear the loud singing through the backstage door to her dressing room. The opera had started, and soon, the former general would be making her acting debut. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't nervous, butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach. She could swear her face was turning pale, she certainly didn't feel well.
And she couldn't tell what was causing the sick feeling, her stomach or her bladder, both were bothering her quite severely. Celes had made a major calculation error, while her need to urinate had grown the expected amount in an hour's span, she had underestimated how much that would leave her holding.
Celes really needed to pee. Under normal circumstances, she'd be hurrying over to the toilet, or whatever else she'd be making a toilet, just to avoid any unnecessary distractions. But now, she had missed her chance, it wasn't possible to relieve herself before putting herself under the spotlight anymore. And because of her adamant desire to study the script, a script she still wasn't sure she had memorized, she wouldn't be able to concentrate on the performance. "I can't believe I let myself make such a critical mistake."
Against her better wishes, she gripped the front of her dress, pushing the silky fabric into her crotch. "Mmph," she whined, biting her bottom lip and rubbing her knees together, cradling her wrists against her thighs, the skin of her hands and legs being scraped by the interlocking threads of her dress, friction beginning to burn her.
Not that she ever wanted to, but looking at her dress, it really reminded Celes that she could not afford to leak. This dress was thin, and very brilliantly white, even a little golden splotch would stick out. Which also meant that, even if worst should come to worst, taking the edge off by leaking a little out would simply not be an option. Her only choice would be to really test her mettle and hold it all in. A prospect that, she had to admit, wasn't guaranteed anymore.
"The Western armies were defeated, and Maria's castle fell into the hands of the East."
"Oh, shoot! That's my cue!" There wasn't time to worry about her bladder, she needed to be on stage now. She let go of her crotch, eliciting a whine, and ran through the door, only almost tripping over her dress once. She did stop to make sure the door wouldn't slam shut, but not until at the last second.
The running did her bladder absolutely no favors. It was all she could do to grin and bear it as she arrived behind the drawn curtains, able to see the performance from the side. She had to admit, the castle set was well-done, obviously fake, but with a lot of props and a detailed painted backdrop. It'd be a real shame if she ruined it, in front of the hundreds of audience members, whom she could just barely make out from her vantage point.
All at once, her worst fears took hold of her with an icy, unfaltering grip. She had agreed to, or rather, been roped into, appearing in front of a full house, where every eye would be focused solely on her. She didn't know how to act, she didn't know how to sing, and here she was, to be judged by the harshest critics the world had to offer. Not that she needed to impress them, but she had to pass as a professional to Setzer. It suddenly occurred to her exactly how bad this whole plan was.
"Maria still thinks only of Draco, as she gazes at the stars each night..."
That was it, the final line from the narrator before Maria takes the stage. Taking a deep breath to steel herself for what was to come, Celes gently walked onto the stage, under the spotlights still making her sweat despite being turned down to create a night scene, with only the light wooden pillars to offer shade. This was it. Celes Chere had made her acting debut.
She turned to face the audience, to better project her voice, and nearly froze. She wasn't shy, but there was a huge difference between people looking at her and being the sole center of attention. In battle, most were too busy on the fight to stare at the general, but now people were intently watching her every move, enough to make anyone nervous. And the knowledge that they were all watching her in her time of intense pee desperation was mortifying on top of that.
That's when her gaze turned upwards, to the balcony. It was hard to tell, being so high up and further away, but she could see the people sitting in those exclusive seats. Besides the impresario of the opera house, there were her teammates Edgar and Sabin, and between them, was Locke. It would have been very easy for that to frighten her further, someone she was close to witnessing what was already embarrassing and could very quickly turn shameful. However, that's not how Celes took it. Locke watching her intently, probably smiling, it made her feel...calm. At ease. Warm.
Or maybe that warmth was caused by something else, a small spot beneath her dress. "Eep!" The large, empty room hid her outburst, but nothing could change that it happened at all. Not even a minute after declaring her need to not leak, she had done just that. It was very small, no one watching had any clue, but it was a bad omen. Maybe her bladder wouldn't be as cooperative as she had hoped.
The new filter renewed her worry at all the people staring. They would all see her have an accident, should it come to that. She'd never be able to live that down, or if no one teased her for something so juvenile, she'd never forgive herself. No, she couldn't let it happen, not another drop. All she could do was finish her performance and get off the stage. Inhaling deeply, she opened her mouth and began to sing.
O my hero, my beloved,
Shall we still be made to part,
Though promises of perennial love
Yet sing here in my heart?
Celes had no clue how well she could carry a tune, but without any formal training, she had believed it would be pretty poor. That's why she was surprised when her eyes glanced across the audience, where no one was laughing, and no one was making snide comments to the person in the seat next to them. No, they were watching her, satisfied. Very few people had any reason to watch her with satisfaction before now. Fear, pride, sense of nationalism, those were all fair game, but who would be genuinely happy to see her?
However, they were sure to mock her if she had an accident. There was no shortage of reasons why she should continue to hold it until her bladder burst, it was only a question of if she could manage. And thinking about it was making it a lot worse, the way her bladder strained and stretched in its master's steadfast refusal to relieve it. The poor, overworked organ had no choice but to take matters into its own hands, forcing further spurts of urine past her holding muscles, into the pair of panties she was borrowing to be part of the costume. But in an impressive display of her own brand of acting, or maybe she just didn't notice a little more wetness in the heat of the moment, the show went on, uninterrupted.
I'm the darkness, you're the starlight
Shining brightly from afar.
Through hours of despair, I offer this prayer
To you, my evening star.
Her bladder continued to complain, but at least she wasn't leaking more. Maybe she could at least manage until her part was over. It wouldn't be pretty, it'd be the very definition of suffering, but if she survived, that would be enough. Just had to hold out...
Must my final vows exchanged
Be with him and not with you?
Were you only here To quiet my fear...
O speak! Guide me anew.
That's when a wrench was thrown right in the middle of Celes' plans. Prince Ralse took the stage, or rather, the actor playing him, whatever his name was. That's right, now was his entrance, the scene where the two would share a romantic dance as Maria pined for her distant Draco. This was the scene she had been fearing ever since she first read it in the script, and as it approached the present, she was just as gripped with fear as she predicted. Now, not only could she not dance, but she'd need to move around while she was filled with more water than Lete River.
"Come, Maria! Dance with me," Prince Ralse beckoned, extending his hand to take his fair lady's, which Celes had no choice but to comply with. The two grasped, as the general followed the actor's lead in rhythmic step. She did her best to keep up, but untrained feet could only do so much without looking like a fool. Her muscles stiffened and tensed in desperation was also doing her dance no favors.
Yet somehow, she kept time. Anyone close up could tell how much she was fumbling, but from the distance the audience was stationed, she looked...passable. She was following the directions as best as she could, given the circumstances. But then she started to slip. She couldn't even remember how the dance was supposed to go in the script. She was acting entirely on instinct, the worst thing someone with no sense of theater could do. She just strode without thinking, requiring Ralse to take the initiative and improvise so the two didn't stumble over each other.
Every thought in Celes' head was occupied with abstaining from staining her dress, it was all she could do to prevent anything more severe than a few light trickles. She could feel the warmth streaming down her legs, soaking into her stockings, hidden by the hanging white skirt. Once again, luck was on her side, but luck could only carry her so far.
"Alas, dear Maria, my duty calls me away from your loving visage. However, I hope that while you pine for me in my absence, this gift shall tide you and remind you of me," Ralse waxed poetically, revealing a bouquet of red flowers, gently laid on the ground before her. Celes didn't remember that line from the script, but given that she could barely remember her own name under the stress, it wasn't up to her to judge whether the line was improvised by Ralse to get away from her, or if she was just forgetting. She wasn't in the state of mind to judge something so stupid, anyway.
Speaking of memory, as Ralse disappeared backstage, she had the inkling of an idea that she was forgetting something important. Only once she had been alone on stage for five seconds did it hit her: she had more lyrics! Next up was...was...her mind was blank. All she could do was look around frantically, pretending nothing was wrong while literally everything was, until she saw the bouquet left on the stage floor. She had to do something with that, she was sure, and knelt down to pick it up.
That was a mistake. She realized it was a mistake immediately. Not only was it incredibly strenuous to bend her stiff joints, but getting into a position somewhat close to a squat was murder on her bladder. It was almost like permission, like now she was supposed to pee, and here it came. Another squirt, with the power of an Auto Crossbow, jetted from her privates, where her underwear was now too soaked to contain it. It darted straight through like an armor-piercing spell, shooting the little spurt onto the wooden panels between her feet.
More than the overstuffed room and bright lights could ever do, Celes was sweating daggers. All her tiny accidents were bringing her no relief, and the tactile sensation of her leaks was only making the urge to grow them even more pressing. She needed to get off this stage. Away from prying eyes. She could piss herself then.
But there was some reason she was even in this opera, wasn't there? Something about a gambler? Of course, Setzer and his airship! She was a highly-trained former imperial general, she couldn't forget her mission. Nor could she ignore it for her own personal needs, even if an accident was sure to turn Setzer off Maria in a heartbeat. Which meant she had no choice but to hold it. Not like she hadn't been through torture before. That's how she met Locke, after all.
But it all hinged on doing her part, which involved more than just staying dry, or rather, not getting any wetter. One step at a time, first was just finishing this scene. With the bouquet in her hands, she could only follow the one command echoing through her brain: climb. She needed to climb these stairs up to the balcony, and continue her singing.
Now, what was her next line? She somehow stumbled onto the platform, overlooking the painted night sky, but her thoughts were as scattered and distant as stars, represented by white dots on the canvas. And the void between was filled with a thick, overwhelming, encroaching burning desire to pee, and pee, and pee until every inch of her lower body was drenched in hot liquids. She had a vague idea of the next stanza, muddled through an infinite sea of burning urine, but it was all she had to go on.
We must part now, my life goes on.
But my heart won't give you up.
Ere I walk away, let me hear you say
I meant as much to you...
That didn't sound right. The meter was okay, impressive enough in its own right for something she made up on the spot, but the rhymes were terrible. Only one line rhymed, and it was an incredibly basic rhyme a child could come up with. The audience was probably none the wiser, which was all that really mattered, but the impresario was likely fuming at her for going off-script. So long as her dress stayed white, now increasingly contrasting with her near-red face, she'd be satisfied. Even her handling of the bouquet began to falter, as she lost her grip on the flowers and accidentally sent them flying off the parapet.
So gently, you touched my heart.
I will be forever yours.
Come what may, I won't age a day,
I'll wait for you, always...
Now that verse was awful. She had the melody down, it was hard not to when it followed the same sequence every time, but her lyrics were not built to match them. Mind racing like a Chocobo, she needed to stretch and rush syllables to make any kind of auditory sense, and it sounded bad. Without even looking, she could tell hundreds of funny eyes were on her, with the light whispers to neighbors beginning to surface.
And it mixed horribly with the other sound reaching her ears. A light splish-splash of droplets falling from the approximate height of her crotch, hitting the floor with gravity's power, the noise doubling in volume when the drops began hitting the tiny puddle they grouped together to form, rather than the wood. It probably wasn't that loud, but to Celes, each drop might as well have been cannon fire.
And now there was another sound approaching behind her to add to the cacophony, stretching Celes' patience thin. "Prince Ralse is looking for his dance partner. Please, leave the past behind! Our kingdom is part of the East now..."
Celes turned around to face the chancellor, making her own creative decision by clasping her hands together and pressing them against the front of her dress, in that frilly princess way as she slowly walked as fast as she could off the stage. She was able to covertly hold herself while not letting on something was up, and while she could feel the immense wetness of her panties spilling over to the inner layer of her dress as a result, her cleverly-positioned hands hid that fact. Not like she had a choice, anyway.
"Nicely done out there, 'Maria'," one of the other actors, dressed similar to an imperial soldier, chuckled.
"Laugh it up," Celes groaned, bouncing on her high heels. "How long until I need to be back on stage?" She'd rip the dress if she had to, she'd get on the toilet, she'd rush however fast she needed to, whatever it took to pee.
"What do you mean? You're in the next scene."
Okay, maybe she couldn't run that fast. "Next scene?! Can't you do something to delay it?!"
"Getting cold feet, are we? Sorry, nothing we can do. The show must go on, they say."
Celes could cry. She had thrown herself through hell, even fought the emperor of hell himself, just to survive that single scene. And now she had to go right back out without even a moment to rest. Part of her, a very large part in fact, wanted so desperately to say no. Her show was over, and she'd be in the restroom for the next hour. Actually, the restroom was optional, she might just give in right where she was standing and do her business in full view of a few people. Better than in front of everyone.
But there was still something missing. She hadn't been kidnapped yet. She swore, until Setzer had abducted her, she was Maria. And Maria knew better than to go on stage with a full bladder, she would never be so desperate during a performance. That meant Celes couldn't be either. She'd be dying on the inside, and secretly drenched on the outside, but if she needed to continue acting to keep the charade up, then so be it. She swore on her remaining honor that she would continue this agonizing hold, for as long as her body held out. "Just a tiny bit longer, right?"
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Celes was quickly turning into a Bomb: ready to cast Exploder at any second. If anyone was lucky enough to see up her dress, there would be none of the color white to be found. All the actors on stage for the big ballroom scene had begun to quietly theorize that some of the water pipes running in the rafters were springing leaks, with all the puddles they had begun to find themselves stepping into.
And Celes' sanity was only being held together by a thin strand. If she had to keep a brave face for a second longer, she'd go mad, screaming and spurting. Pee just kept slipping out no matter what she did to stop it, which wasn't much given how she was currently occupied with more infernal dancing. It seemed impossible to believe that she still felt she could outdo a waterfall in terms of tidal force when she was already wearing half her bladder, but the unceasing anguish didn't lie.
Right there, in the middle of her clumsy dance with Prince Ralse, they were interrupted by a guard running in, as expected. "The Western survivors attack!"
"Impossible!" Ralse drew a sword from underneath his coat, just in time, as numerous soldiers stormed the ballroom, beginning duels with the Eastern men of the castle. If she wasn't dying of desperation, practically in another lifetime, she'd be judging the poor swordsmanship on display. They were simply charging at their opponents, attacks bouncing off harmlessly as they repeated their ineffectual barrage. Each and every one of them would be pariahs in the imperial training camps. But at the moment, if it wasn't a toilet, Celes couldn't care less.
"Can't pee, can't pee, but I'm really going to if I can't run now..." She couldn't stop muttering to herself, a sort of nervous habit, letting her verbal thoughts be drowned out by the orchestra. She had never needed a bathroom this bad in her life. It was amazing that she hadn't given in yet, but she wasn't made of stone, she'd need to soak herself soon. "Where the hell is Setzer?" She could do nothing but wait, with every ounce of her strength redirected to her rapidly failing bladder.
Even as Draco rode in on a live Chocobo, Celes was blacked out, lost in her own flooded little world. Her cue to sing flew her by without even the slightest response, grinding every other actor to a halt as they wondered why their co-star was suddenly a statue. She was froze, not even a shiver or squeak, the only motion she emanated were the subtle twitches of her dress as urine crashed into it from the inside. A tiny splotch of yellow was finally visible from the outside.
There was only one possible thing to shake her from her funk: a giant purple octopus falling from the ceiling. She wouldn't have ever imagined that exact scenario happening if it didn't. The cephalopod squirmed as he collided with the wooden panels, followed shortly by three louder crashes of Locke, Edgar, and Sabin hitting the stage, almost hitting her. The narrative of the opera ground stopped dead in its tracks, as all attention was thankfully robbed from Celes to the unwelcome guests. She unwittingly took the opportunity to grow the wet patch on her dress.
In the absence of direction, where every actor and honorary actor could only look between each other for guidance, the impresario took the stage. "Oh no, this'll never do! With those two flattened, there's no one to win the girl! How can the story possibly continue?!" What a brilliant move, to act like the sudden appearance of an octopus was all scripted in this story of a war-torn romance.
And he wasn't the only one keeping up an act. Locke was the first of the three men to regain his bearings, instantly stealing the show. "Neither Draco nor Ralse will win Celes' hand! It is I, Locke, the world's premier adventurer, who shall take her as my wife!"
"What are you doing, Locke," Celes berated, through clenched teeth.
"Just wanted to have a little fun," he responded, with a cheeky grin. "Anything to save you from those first-night jitters."
Great, so he had noticed something was wrong all the way up in the balcony seats. She could take comfort in him not being able to place why she was so fidgety, if it wasn't painfully obvious he'd soon have the front row seat to the exposing climax. "I wasn't exactly looking for your help, you know!"
"Oh dear...what dreadful acting," the impresario lamented.
"Silence, knave! You stand in the presence of octopus royalty! A lowborn thief like you could never defeat me!" Out of every non-professional on the stage, the octopus was sadly the best actor.
"Hmm...might as well make the most of this. Music!" Under the impresario's orders, the orchestra flared to life again with a lively jump, perfect backing for the boys to engage the weird purple freak. All the other actors, and their wooden weapons, fled the stage. Celes wasn't even invited to take part in the battle, not that she could be anything but a liability, she'd probably be dropping her sword through her trembling fingers, if she had one to hold.
Good thing the fight was so exciting, with chainsaws, suplexes, and real magic, to keep the audience's attention away from the leading lady, or else they'd see the rare sight of an imperial general grabbing at her crotch tightly while doing a very unflattering, immature dance. She didn't want it to come to this, but it was the only thing she could do to stem the flow for only slightly longer.
Poor Celes could pop at any second. Her abdominal area was burning with the fury of a Firaga and the sting of a Thundaga, a deadly dualcast. She was helpless as her body made the decision to cast Drain on itself, only amplifying the pain as Leviathan's flood gushed from her privates, dying the dress she wore a vivid shade of gold, destroying the contrast between the previously-white garment and her blond hair.
Celes fell to her knees with a loud thud, splashing in the puddle she was rapidly creating and expanding. The warm, golden pool spread to a wide, uneven radius and the bottom half of her dress was entirely painted yellow. She was making a fool of herself, in a way that none had seen before, outside Grandpa Cid when she was very young. Some other soldiers had seen her doing her business in incidents she'd rather forget, but never anything in such a state of full dress. She closed her eyes in a childish attempt to hide from the consequences of her failure, before she had to face those judging stares.
And when it rains, it pours. With an Aura Bolt, Sabin laid the finishing blow. "Thwarted again," the octopus shouted. "I feel like such a sucker. Well, kids, hate to ink and run...but I am an octopus!" Fast as the wind, he slithered out, through the aisles and out the opera hall. Locke, Edgar, and Sabin enjoyed their moment of victory, but it didn't last long, and the audience's attention was instead drawn to the far more unique sight: the grown woman wetting herself. The music came to a screeching halt, and an awed hush swept over the opera hall. Celes had no choice but to open her eyes, and greeting her was the most horrifying sight she'd seen yet in her life: hundreds of bright, wide eyes, all focused squarely on her. Unwavering, unmoving, all directed to taking in as much of the humiliating sight as possible.
Her shame before the audience, as awful as it was, mortifying enough to last a lifetime, was over before long. Before long, even her teammates, attracted by the sound of splashing water, were magnetically drawn to staring at her. They turned one by one, jaws falling as, suddenly, they couldn't look away from their very own General Celes, beacon of strength, pride, and maturity, disgraced herself in spectacularly sloppy style. It hurt when Sabin looked, it hurt when Edgar saw, but when Locke got his turn, Celes' heart stopped and her throat closed, choking up as she fought back the urge to burst out tears.
The two relevant parties stared silently at each other for what felt like an eternity. There were some coughs, a couple whines accidentally escaping Celes' mouth to add to her track record of inadvertent releases, but things were almost deathly quiet. After all, Celes wanted to die. There was no greater disgrace she could imagine than incontinence in front of a large crowd, including the people she needed to accept her and side with her, for the good of the world. And Locke...Locke seeing her like this was a whole other kind of shame.
She wanted to say something, some meaningless phrase to shift blame off her own incompetence or make herself feel better, but she couldn't. It was like she was suddenly muted. There was nothing for her to do but stew in her own sense of personal failure.
Her team couldn't say anything either. All the three could do was look between each other, stunned, gesturing wildly in Celes' direction, but no one dared take a step towards her. They leaned into each other to whisper, whose words were only barely audible. "Go to her, Locke. A fair lady's heart is fragile, and she needs comfort," Edgar encouraged.
Locke looked away nervously. "No, I'm...not very good helping women."
"Doesn't mean you shouldn't try. That's the true path to strength," Sabin supported.
Locke looked for some kind of out, a clean escape from the responsibility thrust upon him, until the two Figaro brothers grew tired of his hesitation and shoved him forward, with enough physical strength to land him almost directly in front of Celes, close enough that he was also splashed in the mess. Now he had no choice but to play the sympathy card. "So...what happened here?"
"What do you think happened? I'm a failure!" Celes exploded in a fit of rage, lashing out at Locke for having the gall to approach her. "What kind of general-"
"Former general."
"What difference does it make?! No matter what you call me, no one in my stature should pee themselves!"
"Well...what stature? You're a member of the Returners, and that's it. A new one at that, so don't think you have seniority either."
"'That's it'?! I am a decorated imperial general, and even if I've left that life behind, I am not going to simply forget all my hard work and accomplishments!"
"And chief among those accomplishments is gaining too much pride to think they're still capable of making human mistakes, it seems."
"There's a difference between a little slip-up and peeing themselves in front of a massive audience! I think anyone my age who does something this embarrassing is a failure, regardless of their military rank!"
"It's only a problem if word spreads." Locke stood up and moved to center stage, facing the audience. "Any of you tell anyone about what happened here, I'll rip your lungs out!" He pulled his knife out, to add to the intimidation. And not a single audience member spoke out, instead shrinking back into their seats.
"Why...why are you going so far to protect me?"
"Didn't I say I would? Do you think the great treasure hunter Locke goes back on his word?" He returned to his position next to Celes, down to kneeling in the same puddle. "I don't leave women who need me." He made a grand gesture of winking at her.
Somehow, amidst the depressing mess her role in this opera had turned into, Celes found the strength to smirk back. "I don't need some lowlife mugger to protect me. I'll continue to do it myself. I wouldn't dare take on the Empire if I..." Her voice trailed off as she was reminded of a horrifying thought. "Setzer saw all that. No way he's going to give us that airship now."
"I'd say there's still a good chance," Edgar assured, approaching the two, himself taking care to avoid needlessly sullying his boots. "Setzer's a gambler, he follows the fleeting fancy of Lady Luck." Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a silver coin, resting its face on his thumb, hidden inside a loose fist. "Heads, we still succeed. Tails, you just cost us." He flipped the coin into the air, allowing it to bounce and come to a spinning rest on the stage floor.
Being closest, Locke picked it up, looked it over, and smiled. "Heads." He held it before Celes' face, allowing her to confirm.
"Let me see that." She took the coin, looked it over, and smiled. A warm, happy, genuine smile. "So it would seem." She hurled the silver piece back towards Edgar, who caught it and slipped it back into his coat.
"Here, let me help you up." Locke took hold of Celes' shoulders, lifting her back to her shaky footing. Shaky footing he almost toppled by giving her a few hearty pats on the back, nearly dropping her back into the puddle and further soaking her. But Celes would not be felled so easily. Not with this new strength she had found, one bigger than herself, one she shared with her friends. She allowed Locke to lead her away, towards backstage.
"Bravo!" A shout came from above the stage, stopping any form of escape, exacerbated by the lights all going black, outside of one spotlight centered on Celes. "My compliments on a most impressive performance!" While everyone was looking around frantically, confused, one man took advantage of the chaos to drop onto the stage from above. A silver-haired man, in a black longcoat and fancy suit, landed perfectly between Celes and Locke.
The impresario recognized him immediately. "Setzer!"
"I'm a man of my word, impresario!" Before she could even get a grasp on what had happened in the past few seconds, Setzer grabbed Celes around the stomach, restraining her arms and holding her from behind. "I'm taking Maria!"
She had prepared for the abduction, so Celes remained calm. "So, you're Setzer?"
"Yes, dear Maria. Your knight in shining armor has come to whisk you away to paradise."
With blinding speed, Celes freed her right arm and gave a solid punch over her right shoulder, her fist connecting with Setzer's face quite well, though the poor vantage and leverage gave him the chance to soften the blow to avoid a broken nose. "That's for keeping a woman waiting."
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Author's note: I hope you appreciate the work I put into filling one of the game's plot holes. |
I must warn everyone, this story contains messing and this is my first time including it in a story, so I do hope I did a good job with it so far.
I received this interesting request for a short story from @Rick Dixon and I had a lot of fun writing it. It wasn't meant to be as long as it turned out to be, but... I went wild with it and it sort of mutated lol. The finished story will end up being posted in 3 parts. I hope all of you like part 1.
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Only One Stall Left
Part 1
Ariel headed down the hall to get to her creative writing class, which was her last one for the afternoon. With a quarter-full bottle of water in one hand and her purse in the other, this stunning college girl was ready to take this new semester by the horns. Her tight, purple sweater and black pants hugged her curves in all of the right places and a pair of black, leather boots added the final touch to her outfit. She passed a set of elevators, where she turned the heads of a few male students, just as they were waiting for the doors to slide open. She was thin, but not frail, and her gorgeous, brown hair hung halfway down her back, grabbing the attention of those college boys long enough, that they failed to notice when the elevator arrived.
She quickly checked the time on her phone, to make sure she was doing alright. It was normal for her to show up a couple of minutes early to each class, but she was surprised to discover that she had arrived seven whole minutes ahead of schedule.
Wow, I’m earlier than I thought, she said to herself as she put her phone back in her purse. Miss Watkins probably won’t get here for another five minutes, so I’ll probably just have to wait, I guess.
She turned the corner, clicking the heels of her boots on the tile floor along the way, turning the corridor into an echo chamber. Up ahead, she saw the signs for the restrooms, directly across the hall from the sign for the classroom. There was a bench next to the door, up against the brick wall, where she knew she would likely have to sit and wait.
She took a quick peek inside, through the narrow slit in the door that served as a window. Just as she had expected, only darkness greeted her from within.
She grabbed the handle of the door and gave it a tug. Sure enough, it was locked. “Well, I guess I really do have to wait out here.”
With an irritated sigh, she sat down on the bench and took out her phone again. She figured she would see what her friends were up to on Facebook, while she hung out in the hallway. After a few seconds, however, she noticed a mild urge to pee. She had been drinking water and coffee throughout the afternoon, so she knew it wouldn’t be too much longer, before she would have to visit a toilet.
She glanced up at the bathroom straight ahead of her and took a moment to consider whether or not she should go inside. Hmm, maybe I should. The class is an hour long, so it would probably be a good idea.
She put her phone away again and started to get up, but suddenly, two other college girls came out, looking quite irritated. One was a blonde girl wearing a light blue, low-cut blouse that showed off some cleavage, tight yoga pants, and some slip-on sneakers. The other was a redhead, who wore a green sweater, tight jeans that showed off her shapely rump, walking shoes, and a backpack.
Once in the hallway, the redhead started ranting and raving, with her hands waving in the air, and her backpack jiggling. “I can’t believe that all three of those stalls are full! This is ridiculous! I don’t want to walk all the way back just to find another bathroom!”
The blonde girl folded her arms and started to tap her foot. “Yeah! And whoever those people are, they need to hurry up!”
Ariel sat back down. Well, so much for that. I guess I can hold it until those stalls are free. Hopefully it doesn’t take too long.
As soon as she had that thought, however, she felt a little bit of pain in her gut, just before a little fart escaped. She suddenly blushed, fearing that the other girls heard it, while trying to remember what she might have eaten that could be causing the trouble.
The redhead noticed Ariel and a faint smile lightened up her face a little. “Hey, are you in Watkins’ class too?”
Ariel smiled back, still blushing. “Yeah. You said the stalls are all full?”
The blonde girl nodded, with a look of disgust on her face. “That’s right! I hope they don’t plug those toilets up, or else we’ll have to go all the way back to the lobby, to find another one!”
Ariel remembered seeing the other set of restrooms on her way in, but had chosen not to stop there at the time. She had purchased the bottle of water that was in her hand from the café next to the bookstore, near the lounging area. She figured that she would be okay for a while, even though she had pretty much chugged that water along the way.
For the next couple of minutes, the three of them waited, and another burst of gas escaped past her defenses. She tried to remember what the problem was, when at last it dawned on her, what it could have been.
Her friend Lola had purchased her two cups of coffee earlier, with some delicious, vanilla creamer in it, and she had finished drinking it, just before she bought the water. I hope she didn’t forget to put non-dairy creamer in that coffee… She knows I can’t have lactose!
A few more of their classmates arrived, one by one, until a small crowd formed in the hallway. A few more college girls went into the bathroom as well, but then came right back out. One of them held a hand over her nose and mouth, letting out a loud groan as she returned to the corridor.
Ariel winced, as she thought about the horrors that must have been taking place in there. It sounds nasty, so I’ll probably have to wait for a while… I just hope I don’t end up in that same kind of trouble!
By the time five more minutes had passed, their teacher arrived, with just two minutes left to spare. She was a middle-aged woman, with light brown hair that had a touch of gray in it, and she wore a business casual outfit, with a skirt, blouse, and high heels.
Ms. Watkins gave them all a friendly greeting as she stepped up to the door and unlocked it. “Good evening! How are all of you doing?”
Aside from Ariel and the irritated girls that had come out of the bathroom, most of the students responded in kind. She pushed the door open and flipped on the light, revealing a small room with a soft, blue carpet, and a pair of semi-circular tables touching end to end, forming a small circle in the middle, between them. A projector up on the ceiling pointed toward a white projector screen on the far wall and there was also a small desk off to one side, with a computer for the teacher to use, sitting on top of it, next to a few stacks of paper.
The students all pulled out a chair and took a seat wherever they felt like it. The girls that had gone in the bathroom earlier all grabbed seats near the door, so Ariel had to look for a seat further up.
Thanks a lot, she wanted to say to them, in the most sarcastic tone possible. You guys just go ahead and go before me… I’ll wait for you…
She took a seat all the way towards the front of the room and Ms. Watkins grabbed one of the stacks of paper next to the computer. “Alright, here is the syllabus. This will give you an outline of all of the writing techniques I intend to teach you, throughout the semester.”
She handed the papers to Ariel, who grabbed a set of pages that were stapled together off of the top, and passed the rest of them down. Now that she was stuck inside of the classroom, she felt her urge to pee grow even stronger.
Damn it, I hope this doesn’t get too bad! She thought. My bladder is filling up so quickly right now!
Deep in her gut, she heard her stomach start making rumbling noises. On top of her growing need to pee, she had a bad feeling that another type of mess was on its way. Oh shit, this can’t be happening!
Ms. Watkins took a moment to explain the syllabus a little before getting started. She explained the grading scale and a few other things, but then, it was time to get the show on the road. To start off with, she picked up another stack from the desk, which was quite a bit thicker than the first, and handed them out, starting with Ariel, just like before.
Ariel took what she needed and passed the rest down. Right off the bat, she realized that this was a sample story that had been scanned out of a book. She squeezed her legs together when she spotted the title, Riding out the Flood. Under normal circumstances, she would have found it interesting, but with the pressure in her bladder increasing, it was torture.
Why? She wanted to ask. Why did we have to read this story today, of all days?
Grabbing a seat next to Ariel, Ms. Watkins left the reading of this sample story to the students, starting off with those willing enough to volunteer. Some took their sweet time and others read their pieces quickly. Eventually, Ariel and the two girls she had met out in the hall, were the only ones left, who had not participated.
Ms. Watkins gave Ariel a friendly smile. “Alright, just to make sure I have your name right, its Ariel… isn’t it?”
The girl nodded. “Yeah… that’s right.”
“Why don’t you go next?”
For a moment, Ariel just stared down at the page, suddenly feeling everyone’s eyes on her. At the point in the story where the other people had left off, the main character was alone in a canoe, after having just survived the flood of the century. The rushing river raged all around him, with the waves crashing, and the rain falling, completely soaking him from head to toe.
Oh god, how am I supposed to read this? Ariel wondered, suddenly crossing her legs as she imagined the scene that was taking place.
She took a deep breath and prepared to get started on the next paragraph, but suddenly felt a need to pass more gas. She tried to hold it in, because she feared the embarrassment that would come, if it escaped. She attempted to hide her desperation beneath the table, but her bladder was filling just as quickly as the river in the story had done, before flooding its banks and washing away the protagonist’s entire neighborhood. As the poor man fought to stay afloat and remain optimistic, Ariel tried to do the same. She bounced her legs up and down, squeezed her ass tight, and struggled against the deluge taking place deep in her belly. Her bladder felt like a balloon swelling inside of her, causing her to experience intense feelings of urgency, while her colon filled up with gas, creating extreme discomfort, which only exacerbated the situation.
Ariel noticed out of the corner of her eye, the blonde girl was squirming and blushing a little. Her redheaded friend seemed uncomfortable as well, but appeared to be in a better state.
Eventually, the blonde girl suddenly interrupted Ariel, mid-sentence. “Miss Watkins… I’m sorry to interrupt, but, may I go use the restroom?”
The teacher raised an eyebrow at her. “Of course, Kylie, go ahead.”
Kylie smiled. “Thank you!”
Ariel put one hand against her crotch as she watched her flee back out into the hall.
Maybe I should ask too, Ariel thought. Since she was able to go, then it should be okay if I go, right?
Ms. Watkins looked back at her, but instead of continuing the story, she went ahead and asked, “May I go also?”
The teacher gave her an amused smirk. “Sure, why not? You might as well take the whole class with you, at this point.”
A few of the other students laughed and Ariel blushed a little, before getting up and heading out into the hall. Once outside of the classroom, she felt a strong urge to pee and crossed her legs.
“Come on, what the hell!” she cried. “You can hold it, Ariel… Come on…”
Another fart escaped and she felt her guts continue to rumble. A burning sensation soon filled her anus and she put one hand on her backside. “Come on… You can make it… Come on!”
She pushed the door open with her shoulder and went inside, but stopped in her tracks when she saw that Kylie was at the end of a long line, leading up to only one accessible stall, in the middle of the three that were there. The other two on either side had puddles of water on the floor inside of them and large, “Out of Order” signs, taped to the doors.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Ariel cried, wondering where all of these people came from and why they had to be there, right at that moment.
Kylie turned back towards the bathroom door and she scowled at it. “Screw this! I’m going to find a different bathroom! Are you coming, Ariel?”
Ariel said nothing, so the other girl just left without her. She hoped that she would make it, but she wasn’t going to try looking for another bathroom. Her rapidly filling bladder and anus were not likely to make it all the way back to the lobby, but then again, she wasn’t so sure she could make it through the line, either.
At last, the only working toilet flushed and the person occupying the stall stepped out. The sound sent her poor bladder into a spasm. No, no… no!
She doubled over and pressed hard against her crotch with one hand, while keeping the other on her backside, determined not to lose it all on the spot. A small spurt of pee escaped into her panties and she clenched all of her muscles, to avoid creating a flood on the floor. The other girls in the line glanced back at her, with some giving her empathetic looks and the others giggling at her predicament.
Ariel’s face blushed bright red. She had not expected to be laughed at in such a manner. Her optimism was slipping, just like her control over her bodily functions.
I know how that guy in the boat felt, right now, she thought. This is going to be a… disaster!
One by one, each of the girls in the line finally got their turn. Ariel’s body was trembling and she had to wipe the sweat off of her forehead with her sleeve, on multiple occasions. When the last person in front of her went in and she was at the door, she was nearly at the end of her rope. With her bladder throbbing and her ass burning, she thought that at any second, the battle would be over.
She put both hands in between her legs when she heard the last girl sigh with relief, but then she briefly lost control on the other end. She felt a little spurt escape out the back, making a mess in her panties. Soon, she heard the sound of the other woman’s pee gushing into the toilet and she lost another spurt of pee, while grabbing at her backside again. She tensed up all of the muscles in her body, closed her eyes, and pressed against herself for dear life. Listening to the powerful stream flowing into the water in the toilet bowl was pure torture.
Come on, it’s almost… my… turn!
Behind her, the bathroom door burst open and she glanced back, to see who it was. She spotted her friend Lola coming in. She was a particularly odd, young woman, who always had her black hair tied into a pony tail, often wore bright shirts with splashes of color and fancy designs all over them, and very tight jeans or skirts. This particular day was no different.
“Ariel!” Lola cried, sounding overly excited, which seemed to be the normal way that she greeted people. “I have to show you something!”
“C-can’t it w-wait?!” Ariel cried.
Her unusual friend ran up to her and wrapped both hands around her arm, just as the toilet flushed. Come on Lola, it’s finally my turn! Let go of me!
“B-but, I r-really have to go!” Ariel protested.
Lola tugged on her arm, trying to pull her along. “You can wait. This will only take a second!”
Ariel glanced longingly at the door of the stall for a moment, before allowing herself to be pulled along. She was just seconds away from completely soiling herself, but was far too embarrassed to admit to Lola how truly desperate she was. The last person that had been in the line before her, stepped out and gave her an amused look, as she was yanked out of the bathroom. |
Part 2
The door slammed shut, as Lola pulled Ariel away from the only place she could get the relief she needed, without all of it ending up in her pants. She continued to press against her crotch and backside, as she left her class and the bathroom behind her.
“W-what’s s-so important, Lola?!” she cried, as she was taken to the opposite end of the hall from the elevators, and pushed down onto a chair that just happened to be next to a drinking fountain.
Her landing was so jarring, that the desperate girl nearly lost everything when she took a seat. Not wanting to completely mess herself, she grabbed her ass with both hands and clenched on the way down. A spurt of pee shot into her panties, wetting them further. She glanced back in the direction of the bathroom, suddenly noticing that the drinking fountain that was right next to them, blocked her view. Behind Lola, she saw a bulletin board with various events at the college being advertised upon it.
“I want to show you this new foot cream that I bought earlier!” Lola exclaimed, suddenly pulling a round, plastic container out of the pocket of her jeans, with a wide grin. “It’s amazing stuff! I meant to tell you when I got the coffee for you, but… you know me! I sort of forgot…”
Ariel double crossed her legs and bit down on her lip. “You… pulled me out here… f-for this?”
Her friend raised an eyebrow at her, while she watched her squirm and bounce around, with one hand under her rump and the other against her crotch. “Yes… I didn’t know you had to go this badly, but it won’t take very long to put some of this on you. You’re always complaining about dry feet, so this should take care of it!”
“Lola, let me get up!” Ariel begged. “I-I’m about to p-piss myself… And I’m going to-”
Her words were interrupted when a male student came around the corner next to them, heading in the direction of the bathrooms and the elevators, just as Lola knelt down and yanked off one of Ariel’s boots and socks. He gave them a weird look and stopped for a drink. At the other end of the hall, the poor, desperate college girl heard some commotion. A couple of other girls were groaning and squealing, but they went silent, after she heard the bathroom door slam shut again. The guy at the drinking fountain leaned down over it and pressed the button on the front, to get the stream going. Ariel bit down on her lip and blushed, while he slurped it down noisily, nearly causing a moan to escape past her lips.
“Lola,” she begged, with her voice just a whisper. “Please…”
Her strange friend started to lather up her foot, without paying much attention to what was happening around her. “It won’t take long, I swear.”
When the guy finished up at the drinking fountain, he gave the pair another odd look. He allowed his eyes to linger on Ariel for a bit, before a perverted smile appeared on his face. He shifted his backpack around a little and turned away, so he could continue walking toward his destination.
“Lola!” Ariel cried. “I’m about to lose it!”
The other girl looked up at her with a pout and puppy dog eyes, but Ariel decided that she’d had enough of this.
“L-Lola, I love you like a sister, b-but, you need to get… the fuck… out of my way!”
Suddenly looking a little scared, the other girl pulled her hands away and backed off, accidentally kicking the empty boot away as she did so. In a frantic hurry to get to the bathroom, Ariel got back up and made a run for it, without even giving a damn that she was running around with a bare foot. She needed to get to that stall, before another line formed in front of it again.
***
Back in Ms. Watkins’ class, just after Ariel left, the redheaded girl that she had met previously, whose name was Leah, ended up taking over after she and Kylie ditched the class, to take care of their own bodily needs. Unfortunately for her, she and another girl that was sitting next to her, were about to be in dire straits. The poor girl was stumbling over her words, hoping desperately that one of those stalls across the hallway would be open soon. She had been able to hide her desperate need for a while, but she was nearing the point when doing so would be impossible. Based on the soft toots that were escaping from the other girl’s backside, she was thankful that all she had to do was pee.
Leah put a hand against her crotch, in between her double crossed legs and pressed against herself. “H-he came across… across a h-house on a hill, th-that had not yet… been washed away. The lowest floor, however… had t-taken on… water…”
What the hell?! She wanted to ask. I feel bad for Ariel, but why did she have to stop here?!
Out in the hallway, everything seemed quiet, aside from the occasional instances of the bathroom door opening and slamming shut, as she continued to struggle through. In the story, the man in the canoe took his boat up to the front door of the house, and started calling out for someone to answer. The water in this area was a little more calm, thanks to a wall of stone that wrapped around the homeowner’s property, but it was only a matter of time, before it would give way to the floodwater.
Leah continued to read. “H-he, looked in and glanced this w-way and that… calling out t-to anyone that… that might… hear him. ‘Is any… anyone here?’”
She paused for a moment and let out a soft gasp, but she kept going and eventually made it to the end. When the man in the canoe finally received an answer, it was that of an elderly woman, trapped up on the second floor with her grandson, calling out to him from a window up above. After a bit of a struggle, he was able to help them both down into his canoe, via a rope and a hook that he happened to have with him, and the presence of a very sturdy wardrobe in the upstairs bedroom. He managed to take them further downstream, until a helicopter pilot flying overhead spotted them, allowing the rescue crew onboard to take the three of them to safety.
When all was said and done, Ms. Watkins’ began a discussion on that particular story and all of the important details she intended for the students to notice. Except for Leah and the girl next to her, everyone had their pens and highlighters out.
Come on Kylie, hurry up and get back here! Leah thought. I need to know if it’s safe to go in there yet!
As the discussion continued to drag on, she became more and more desperate. Eventually, she reached the point when she decided that she just couldn’t take it anymore.
“M-miss Watkins?” Leah asked.
Almost as if she knew what was coming next, the teacher sighed, but then gave her a friendly smile. “Yes?”
Just as Leah was about to ask her question, she heard the bathroom door open and slam shut, yet again. “May I use the restroom?”
The brunette next to her pounded a fist on the table. “What about me? May I go as well?”
Ms. Watkins rolled her eyes. “You’re both adults, aren’t you? You don’t need my permission.”
The two girls looked at each other and blushed, just as the bathroom door outside opened and slammed one final time. Leah thought she heard Ariel’s voice coming in from the hallway, saying, “W-what’s s-so important, Lola?!”
After everything went silent again, the two jumped up and hurried out of the room. Leah glanced down towards the drinking fountain, on her way to the bathroom. She saw a guy taking a drink and a girl kneeling down in front of something. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she caught a glimpse of someone sitting down, with their bare foot sticking out at her. The redhead groaned and the brunette squealed as the two of them burst into the bathroom. They were surprised when they caught sight of the stalls that were out of order.
The brunette let out a gasp and suddenly pulled a key out of her pocket. She turned back and headed for the door, where she started to frantically fiddle with the lock.
Leah stopped in her tracks, on her way to the only available stall, suddenly fearing that she was up to something shady. “What in the hell are you doing?!”
The brunette looked back at her. “I am going to need more privacy! Since I work here as a custodian part-time, for work-study, I have a key!”
Leah put both hands against her crotch and performed a pee dance. “Privacy for what?! Is-isn’t that against college p-policy?”
The brunette at last locked the door and turned around. “Well… I have a medical issue. If you think it smells bad now… It’s going to get ten times worse!”
When Leah realized what the other girl was saying, she put a hand over her mouth. “Oh god… C-can I at least g-go find another bathroom f-first?”
The brunette put a hand against her ass and scowled. “No! Just get in there and pee already, so I can do what I have to do! If you don’t, I’m going in and you’ll just have to go in the sink!”
Leah glanced over at the row of sinks beneath the wide mirror on the wall, but before she could do anything else, someone out in the hallway grabbed the handle of the door. They tugged on it repeatedly, causing the entire door to shake, but it would not open.
Soon, the girl on the other side started screaming, “Oh my god! Oh my… god! Please open!”
It’s Ariel, Leah thought suddenly.
“Hey, just give us a few minutes!” the brunette cried.
Leah continued to pee dance, while pointing back at the door. “Hey, we have to let her in!”
Ariel continue to tug on the door and started pounding on it. “I can’t wait a few minutes! Please!”
Suddenly getting annoyed, the brunette just ran into the stall, cutting Leah off, and slammed the door shut behind her, before she latched it. Ariel continued to beat on the door while the redhead looked back at the sinks, realizing she had to do something to help herself, before doing anything else. There was nothing she could do to help the poor girl in the hall, with such a painfully full bladder, so she had to act fast.
“Come on!” Ariel cried, while Leah frantically fought with her zipper and button.
I know just how you feel, Ariel, but, Leah wanted to say. I’m not the one with the key…
The door began to jiggle with such ferocity, that Leah almost thought the lock was going to break, but it held its ground, as she yanked her pants down. She started to lose control, as she hopped up onto the sink, and peed into it through her panties.
“Please let me in there, now!” Ariel begged, while Leah sighed with relief. Her eyes rolled back in her head and the other girl began to take her shit inside the stall.
When the redhead finished up, she got back down and yanked up her pants quickly. She heard the door stop jiggling for a moment, but Ariel’s desperate screams continued on. “I don’t want to have an accident in public, like this! Please let me in!”
Leah glanced over at the stall with the other girl in it, suddenly thinking about asking for that key, just as the smell from within met her nostrils. She was forced to cover her nose, but that is when she heard Ariel’s final words, from outside the room.
The poor thing out there sounded like she was muttering to herself, but yet, her words were still audible. “What…? Oh god, why is this happening? What is wrong with these people? Why would they lock the door? Oh no…”
Leah hurried over, just as the girl outside went quiet again, and she tried looking at the lock, to see if she could pick at it. The damn thing had a keyhole on both sides and there was nothing she could do.
“Oh no!” Ariel cried, just before the onslaught. First, came the hiss, before the true horror show began. “Why in the fuck is this happening?! I can’t hold it anymore!”
A yellow puddle began to invade the bathroom beneath the door, forcing Leah to back away from it. She had a bad feeling that she didn’t want to be around for this, when she heard Ariel’s mess fill her pants, so she just turned away and headed back towards the sinks. She heard a few quiet sobs as she leaned against one of them and looked at herself in the mirror. There was nothing she could do to help. The damage had already been done. |
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