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Ban Sang-Mi walked briskly down the street back from the shops to her apartment block. Her boyfriend had sent her to get food for dinner, and there had been a long queue for the checkouts - and the toilets! Rather than spend more time waiting, she decided to put off going until she got back to her comfortable toilet at home. She really had to poo - it would be such a relief! She looked adorable, in a T-shirt and little denim skirt, with shoulder length black hair.
As she stood in the lift up to her apartment, she shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. She just about managed not to fart, and walked up to her door. She got her keys out of her skirt pocket, opened the door, and let herself in. Relief was close! She sighed, and farted loudly as she crouched to remove her shoes. She blushed deep. She had to poo, now! She put her shopping bags down, and hurried to the bathroom. The door was bolted.
"Um, hey, Min-Jun," she said, "I really have to use the toilet. Could you hurry up in there, please?"
"I'm having my shower," he said from inside. "You'll have to wait a while."
"I can't wait," said Sang-Mi, annoyed. "I'm bursting."
"Well, you'll have to," said Min-Jun.
Sang-Mi's stomach gurgled. She held her bottom and squirmed.
"I can't," she said. "Min-Jun, I'm serious. I'm at serious risk of pooing my skirt here."
"Well, too bad," said Min-Jun. "You'll just have to wait. Why don't you unload the shopping while you're waiting?"
Sang-Mi pouted. "Fine," she said, contemptuously. She didn't mind unloading the shopping, but not when she was desperate to unload her bowels. And she was going to unload her bowels. Whether that was in the toilet or in her knickers was another issue.
As she crouched down to get the goods out of her bags, she let another loud fart. She grimaced from the strain, and felt deeply glad she hadn't followed through. She couldn't risk many more farts like that, but she couldn't help it, either. Her bowels were being stretched to the limit, and knowing relief was so near made it so much worse. She yearned for the toilet and the relief it would bring, but tried not to think about it for fear of letting go in anticipation.
After unloading the shopping, she clutched her bottom and limped back to the bathroom. It was still occupied.
"OK, I unloaded the shopping," she said, deeply annoyed. "Min-Jun, seriously, get out of there, now. I am literally about to poo my skirt."
She wasn't kidding. Poo was starting to push through her anus, and she was desperately pulling it back. She couldn't carry on much longer, and she knew it. As if to make her point, she accidentally slipped another stinking fart.
"Fuck..." she said, grimacing from the pain. "Sorry about the language, I'm in fucking agony out here...uhhh..."
She loved her boyfriend so much, but at present she deeply disliked him. She started to suspect he might be humiliating her on purpose.
"Sorry, babe, you have to hold it," he said.
"I CAN'T!" she shouted. She banged on the door. "Please, please, open up, I'm going to poo...please..."
She heard Min-Jun chuckling inside.
"Fuck you!" she said. "I'm going to poo my skirt, and it's all your fault."
"No, it's yours," said Min-Jun. "You couldn't wait."
Sang-Mi fumed. She was going to wait. She couldn't let him win. She leaned against the door, straining with every muscle she had. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much longer. She was starting to give in...she couldn't. She couldn't give in. But she was going to...Sweat oozed from her pores. She clutched her bottom as hard as she could. The poo was coming out. Tears came to her eyes as she felt it squeeze out towards her knickers. It touched the fabric, and started to squash out. She was pooing her skirt. She couldn't deny it.
"I'm losing it," she said, sniffing. "I hope you're proud of yourself, making your 23 year old girlfriend poo herself like a baby."
She felt the poo fill her knickers and stain her skirt. The stench was incredible. After sobbing for a while, she stumbled as the door opened behind her. Min-Jun was there, handsome, muscular, and with a massive erection.
"Hey, babe," he said. "You look like you've made a mess. Let's look at it."
"I hate you," said Sang-Mi, looking as threatening as a pretty girl in soiled knickers could, which is not very.
He pulled up Sang-Mi's skirt.
"Look at that," he said. "Looks like little Sang-Mi went poo-poo in her knickers. I think some punishment is necessary."
"You're so gross," said Sang-Mi.
"Yeah, I don't deny it," said Min-Jun. "Seriously, though, are you up for sex? Your humiliation really turns me on."
"Oh, fuck, why not," said Sang-Mi. "It's not like I could get any more undignified."
In truth, his irresistible strength and beauty were simply too much for her to turn down.
Min-Jun tugged down Sang-Mi's filthy knickers and put her in the bidet. It washed the mess off her very nicely, leaving her bottom ready for fun. Min-Jun fetched the paddle from the bedroom, and put Sang-Mi across his knees, with his huge erection resting against her. He was close to climax, and he had to be careful to control himself.
"You've been a bad, dirty little girl," he said. "Now let's see you get your punishment!"
He spanked her bare bottom hard with the paddle. She squealed in pain, but inside was deeply enjoying it. So was Min-Jun. So much, in fact, that he lost control and ejaculated all over Sang-Mi's back.
"I'm sorry," he said. "It's just so hot when you have an accident."
"Opinions differ on that," said Sang-Mi. "I'm glad to see at least you had fun, though..."
Sang-Mi felt his fingers on her G-spot. It was just too much. Before long, she was squealing in her own climax.
"Yeah, that was pretty fun," she said. "Can we do it next time without the pooing myself bit?"
"We'll see," said Min-Jun, stroking his beloved girl. |
It sounded like a fun idea at first. 2 gay couples, all friends, on a date together, dressed in their cute Thai student uniforms, with white blouses and sky blue skirts. They'd have a curry and a few beers at the new place in town, then go for a romantic evening stroll before retiring for some fun.
The 4 girls had been best friends for a while, bonding in the university's LGBT society. Each was a spectacular beauty in a unique way. Sudarat was the most feminine, a small lady with her long brown hair plaited and her face innocent. Her girlfriend Natchaya was also deeply feminine, with long black hair in a ponytail. The other couple, while still wondrous beauties, were a little more Amazonian. Sirada was a dignified young lady, with shoulder length black hair. Her girlfriend Yanisa was the strongest, an athlete, unusually tall, with lithe muscles and her shoulder length brown hair in a ponytail. All had initially been attracted to each other when first meeting, but over time had settled into the partnerships which most suited them. This was going to be a great evening.
Or so they thought.
Their curry tasted OK, but was extremely spicy even by their standards. Of course, being Thai girls born and bred, this meant little to them, and they washed it down with plenty of cheap lager. After finishing their meal and paying, the girls got up.
"Man, I need the toilet," said Natchaya, resting her hand on the front of her skirt. "Is it OK if I go first?"
"Sure," said Yanisa.
Natchaya walked over to the toilet, and opened the door, before suddenly realising why there was no queue. It was absolutely disgusting, with diarrhoea on the walls and floor.
"Eurgh," she said, recoiling in disgust. "Hey, girls, the toilet here's disgusting. We're better off holding it."
"Oh, I'm sure it's not -" said Yanisa, walking over to check it out. "Ew. You're right. Come on girls, we'll hold it."
Sudarat looked a little uncomfortable. She had to wee and poo, bad, but she didn't want to admit it in front of her girlfriend. And she really didn't want to use that toilet. She reluctantly walked out of the restaurant with the other girls.
"OK, so first priorities, find a toilet," said Natchaya. "Does anyone know a good toilet near here? And I mean a good one, not a disgusting one with shit everywhere and heroin needles on the floor."
"A good toilet..." said Yanisa. "No. When I've been out here before, I've just held it until I got home. We'll just have to do that."
"Not everyone has your steel bladder, Yanisa," said Natchaya. "Some of us have to go."
Sudarat whimpered. She was definitely one of those girls. Her bladder was aching already, and she felt a pressing urge to poo. She shuddered at the thought of letting off a fart in front of Natchaya.
"Hey, Sudarat, are you OK?" said Sirada.
"Yeah...I'm...fine..." said Sudarat.
"You just need the toilet, right?" said Natchaya. "Believe me, I'm in the same situation. Damn, I need to go."
Natchaya did a little pee dance to demonstrate.
"Yeah," said Sudarat, blushing and shaking a little from holding it in. "I...need to go."
"Sudarat is so adorable," said Natchaya. "Come here."
Natchaya hugged Sudarat. The pressure on Sudarat's gut was just a little too much, and a loud fart blew out of the back of her skirt. Natchaya burst out laughing, and waved her hand in front of her face to waft away the smell. Tears came to Sudarat's eyes.
"Damn, you really need to go..." said Natchaya. "Wait, are you really upset? Did you...go?"
"I didn't go," said Sudarat, blushing scarlet. "I'm just humiliated I farted in front of my girlfriend."
"That's all?" said Natchaya. "Man, that's nothing to worry about. I'll be doing the same before long if we don't find a good toilet!"
Natchaya felt her own stomach gurgle. "Damn...come on, we need to find a toilet. Detective work, ladies."
"I'll just go ask someone where the nearest decent toilets are to here," said Sirada. She strolled over to an approachable looking man on the other side of the road.
"Excuse me, I was just wondering if you know any good toilets around here," she said. "Clean ones."
"Sorry, no", he said. "I just wait until I get home."
Sirada strolled back, a little concerned. "He doesn't know," she said.
"There probably aren't any decent toilets round here," said Yanisa. "Come on, let's just hold it until we get home."
"I'm actually not sure I can," said Natchaya, crossing her legs. Her bladder was aching hard, and her bowels were under increasing pressure.
"What, you mean you're going to have an accident?" said Yanisa. "You're an adult woman, Natchaya. You can do better than that."
"All girls have their limits, Yanisa," said Sirada. "Even you."
"I am not going to soil myself," said Yanisa. "That's just silly."
Sudarat felt her stomach gurgle. The pressure was building and building and building in her bladder and bowels. She couldn't have an accident in front of Natchaya. She just couldn't.
"I guess Yanisa's right," said Sirada. "We should just walk home and try to make it if we can. Come on."
Yanisa looked smug. She confidently led the girls along the pavement. Her bladder and bowels ached as much as anyone else's, but she was strong. She could hold it as long as she liked. Whether her friends would be so resilient was a different story.
Sudarat brought up the rear of the group, with 1 hand on the front of her skirt. She tried so hard not to think of the relief of a clean toilet, but it was so tempting. Certainly tempting when compared with the other option, relieving herself in her skirt. She shuddered at the thought of it. Especially in front of Natchaya...she'd never let her forget it if they stayed together for life. Natchaya herself wasn't doing too well either, struggling with increasing urges to fart. After she stumbled a little on uneven pavement, a loud fart burst from the back of her skirt.
"I guess we're even now," said Sudarat, giggling a little, but trying not to giggle too much for fear of weeing.
"Yeah," said Natchaya. "Damn, that stinks. It's good I'm outside. I'm watching out for any toilets."
There weren't any. It was a long, painful walk home, with each girl straining as hard as she could. Sudarat and Natchaya were struggling. Poo was pushing harder and harder on their bottoms, and both knew it wouldn't be long before they started to leak urine. That lager was going straight through them, and would soon be going straight into their skirts. Sirada and Yanisa appeared much more confident, but were still under significant stress. Each carried an ever-increasing load of wee and poo to potentially dump in her skirt if she failed to reach a toilet in time.
For Yanisa, though, an accident was simply inconceivable. Sure, Sudarat and Natchaya might soil their skirts. They were weak. Perhaps Sirada would reach her limit, leaving her in the comforting role. But she was going to make it, no question.
Sirada did not quite have Yanisa's confidence. She was strong, but her strength had limits, and she knew them. One thing she knew, though, is that she absolutely could not soil her skirt in front of Yanisa. Yanisa already clearly saw herself as the dominant girl, and that would only reinforce it. If the worst came to it and she couldn't make it to a toilet, she had to last longer than Yanisa before she gave in. At least then she could claim a small victory.
The girls stopped at traffic lights. Sudarat and Natchaya were obviously desperate, awkwardly shifting with anguished faces. Sirada looked a little stressed, but more in control. Yanisa looked about as confident as a girl with a bursting full bladder and bowels could be.
"OK, girls, how are we doing?" said Sirada. "Do you think we'll make it home?"
"Well, I certainly will," said Yanisa.
"I...think so..." said Sudarat, sincerely doubting it.
"I...really don't know," said Natchaya. "I'll be honest, I'm getting close to my limit here. We need to find a toilet...anywhere..."
"Hey, look," said Sirada. "I think there are some public toilets way down there."
"Are you sure those are toilets?" said Natchaya. "If they're not, we're taking a big detour. And that probably means not making it."
Sudarat whimpered. A fart squeaked out of her bottom. She was about to give in, and she knew it.
"Come on," said Natchaya. "Sudarat's about to go anyway, we might as well give it a chance."
"I don't need it, but whatever," said Yanisa. "Come on."
The girls took their detour down towards the toilets. Another fart squeaked out of Sudarat's bottom. She felt poo starting to push through her anus, and leaned against the wall, whimpering in pain. As she strained with every muscle she had, she felt urine warm her knickers a little. She was starting to go. She barely managed to regain control, and staggered on a few more steps. Ahead of her, Sirada stopped in dismay.
"The toilets are closed..." she said. "I'm so sorry..."
"You WHAT?" said Natchaya. "You mean that you took us down here, just for...fuck...uhhhh..."
Squelching farts burst from Natchaya's bottom as she started to poo. She strained as hard as she could to hold it back as urine splashed down her legs. She barely regained a little control as she leaned against the wall, before another massive surge of pressure finally pushed the poo into her knickers. She moaned in pain and humiliation. For Sudarat, belatedly following the other girls, it was just too much. Poo forced through her anus as urine warmed her knickers and gushed down her legs. She joined Natchaya's plaintive whimpering.
Sirada closed her eyes and desperately tried to take her mind off the other girls' accidents. Going in her skirt was so, so tempting, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. Not in front of Yanisa. She'd never hear the end of it.
Yanisa was suffering from her own urges, too, and barely able to keep them under control. She couldn't help but laugh at her weak friends giving in, waving a hand in front of her face to waft away the stench. Her laughter was bringing her dangerously close to weeing, and she knew it. She barely managed to restrain herself and keep her dignity, save for letting a loud fart.
"Wow, Yanisa, sounds like you're starting to feel the pain," said Sirada. "I guess you're not so tough after all."
"No, I'm fine," said Yanisa, blushing. "I'll make it home clean. Come on."
The 4 girls, 2 filthy and humiliated and 2 suffering, limped back to the traffic lights. It was a long walk home. A walk neither Sirada nor Yanisa was quite sure she'd make home clean. The tearful Natchaya and Sudarat traipsed behind them, urine dripping from their skirts. They were so relieved from the pain, but so humiliated from the accident.
"Hey, babe, it's OK," said Natchaya.
"It's OK for you, too," said Sudarat.
They kissed each other.
Sirada and Yanisa weren't in the mood for kissing. They loved each other deeply, but they also loved to compete, and they were competing to get home clean, and, if not, at least last longer than the other before giving in. They walked as briskly as they could, leaving the other girls behind. Both were fully aware there was only 1 toilet in their room, and both were fully aware that whoever got to that toilet second would most likely not make it. This was a contest for dominance in their relationship, and it was one both girls were eager to contest.
Sirada felt herself overcome with a powerful urge. She leaned over, and clutched her bladder and bottom. A fart squeaked out, but her knickers were still dry. That was a victory.
"Feeling the pain, Sirada?" said Yanisa. "I'm still fine."
She absolutely wasn't. Yanisa's strength was being tested to its absolute limit. That curry and cheap lager was pushing on her bladder and bowels like nothing before in her life, and she was well aware she might give in before she got home. But she couldn't. Not in front of Sirada.
Sirada thought that if it wasn't for being with Yanisa, she'd have just given in and fouled her skirt by now. It was still so tempting to be relieved from the pain, but she couldn't succumb. Yanisa would never let her forget it. It seemed, though, that Yanisa was winning. She was getting ahead of Sirada, and she was going to get to that toilet first. Sirada would have to wait. Could she wait? She was tempted to run after Yanisa, but she was pretty sure doing so might make her lose control, and Yanisa was a faster runner anyway. She'd just have to wait. What an agonising wait it would be.
Yanisa, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly confident. As she turned the corner down the road to their accommodation, she saw Sirada was some way behind her. She'd let herself in and enjoy some well-earned relief on their toilet. Sirada would have to wait, and most likely have to settle for going in her skirt. She smirked at the thought of it. Sirada would definitely know who was boss.
As expected when nearing a toilet, Yanisa felt the intensity of her urges grow and grow as she got closer, from mere agony to utter agony. Her time was running out. She slipped a loud fart, and then another. She was sweating from the exertion of every muscle straining, and those muscles were starting to tire. As she finally got to the door, she fumbled in her skirt pocket for her key. She finally got it, then, hands trembling, dropped it on the floor. As soon as it hit the ground, she panicked, squatting down and scrabbling for it. She took hold of it and got up again, but, by the time she got it in the lock, it was too late. She was giving in. Urine warmed her knickers, and spurted down her legs. Poo forced through her anus, filling her warm knickers and staining her skirt. She frantically opened the door and dashed for the toilet, but, by then, it was too late. And Sirada would see this. She burst into tears.
Sirada staggered up to the door, letting a loud fart as she did so. She was absolutely fit to burst, and could barely wait another second. She strained with every muscle she had not to let go as she let herself in. Yanisa would be on the toilet by now...
Sure enough, Yanisa was on the toilet, but sobbing, and with filthy knickers round her ankles. Sirada was shocked, and wanted to comfort her girlfriend. But she also needed that toilet. Now.
"Yanisa, get off, I need to...uhhh..."
The sight of the toilet was just too much. A spurt of urine burst down Sirada's legs, then another, then another. Then, despite her utmost efforts, she started to poo. Yanisa watched from the toilet as her girlfriend utterly soiled herself in front of her, grimacing as she tried in vain to stop it.
"So, yeah, that was a pretty awkward date," said Yanisa.
"Yeah," said Sirada, giggling.
Yanisa got up from the toilet, pulled up her filthy knickers, pressed up to Sirada, and started French kissing her. As she did, she slipped her hands into Sirada's knickers, masturbating her through her filth. Sirada did the same to her. Before long, both girls reached near-simultaneous climax, squirting into their ruined underwear.
"Wow," said Sirada. "That felt...so good. Humiliation makes sex so much hotter."
"Yeah," said Yanisa. "And we're both humiliated. We're both dirty girls. Let's just embrace it."
Meanwhile, in their room, Natchaya and Sudarat were getting up to some fun of their own.
"This is so gross," said Natchaya, traipsing into their room in her filthy knickers and skirt. "We need to shower, now."
"Definitely," said Sudarat, blushing.
Both girls stripped off their filthy clothes as quickly as possible, and got into the shower. The warm water cleaned off their mess, and they regarded each other's beautiful bodies before moving in for a passionate kiss. Inevitably, hands wandered, and soon both girls were masturbating each other to passionate climax.
All in all, life was good.
Edited July 10, 2018 by Male
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Hello all! So with the Holding It board currently down (permanently? Who knows...), I figured I'd post my latest story on here! Of course, it features long hold times and big bladders, so hopefully it will be enjoyed by those who really like those sorts of things!
Emily Gets a Date
By Holditin
“Oh, fine, Sara, fine. If you insist…..yes, yes. But I want you to know that I’m only doing this for you, not for me! And only because you’re pestering me about it so much,” Emily talked into the phone good-naturedly, with her best friend Sara on the other end of the line. “You’ll like him, I promise, Em! Really, just give him a chance!” Sara pleaded, even though her case was already won. “You’ve promised that about the last few as well, Sara. Don’t think I don’t remember! But like I said, just find out when he’s free and we can make some plans…at least I won’t have to pay for my dinner one night, right?” Emily retorted, again with a smile on her face. Sara agreed and they ended the call, and Emily went to her sitting room to put her feet up and try and relax. Here she was, 32 years of age, single and with no prospects of changing that, save the men that Sara was constantly digging up to try and set her up with. Sara, perfect Sara, who had the body that Emily didn’t have, who always had the men chasing after her, who always knew just what to say. Not that Emily minded, not really, because she wasn’t the best at conversation, and she could care less about the latest pop culture and sports and things that most men seemed to be into these days, but she couldn’t deny that she was lonely. Sitting for another evening, cooped up by herself in her cramped one bedroom apartment, she was definitely lonely, and Sara was always doing her best to drag Emily out of her comfort zone. Emily both appreciated it and hated Sara for it, sometimes all at once. But when Sara started going on and on about her new coworker Dale and how he would be perfect for Emily, well….Emily wasn’t really in a position to say no. She’d already turned down the last 4 or 5 guys that Sara had attempted to put her on a date with.
Eventually the date was set up, with Sara acting as an intermediary, because as Emily put it, “How am I supposed to talk on the phone with someone I’ve never met?? What would I possibly say??” “How about ‘Hi, I’m Emily. How are you?’” Sara suggested with a laugh, but Emily was having none of it, so Sara had agreed to speak with Dale to set up a time. At least Sara had no problems with Emily’s schedule to work around, because as usual, Emily’s weekend schedule did not consist of much. So on a cold, dreary Friday morning, Emily awoke with the knowledge that she’d be meeting Sara’s latest muse that night for dinner. She got up, used the toilet, and dressed herself for work. All throughout the work day Emily couldn’t concentrate, as her nerves were getting the better of her. ‘What if he doesn’t like me? How could he possibly like me? What if he expects me to look like Sara and then sees….me? Maybe I should call the whole thing off… No, I can’t do that to Sara, but goodness, why must she keep putting me in such predicaments…’ The thoughts went on and on through Emily’s head. Truth be told, while Emily was not up to Sara’s perfect 10 standard of beauty, she was not the ugly broad she made herself out to be. Sure, she wasn’t as fit as she could be, but she certainly was not a large lady. She was just blessed with well-proportioned hips and a flatter chest, as opposed to Sara’s amazing hourglass figure. The fact that Emily did not dress to appear sexy also did not help her cause with the opposite sex, as she came off much more “librarian” than “single and ready to mingle”.
Finally Emily returned home from work, with little time to spare before her date. With haste, she changed into her normal post-work attire, which was certainly for prioritizing comfort over looks. Emily checked herself over in the mirror, and was just about to walk out the door, when a voice spoke out in her head and shrewdly convinced her that perhaps, just once, she should put in some effort and try to dress a little bit cuter. She still wasn’t about to be provocative, but Emily hurriedly changed from her frumpy clothing into a nice yellow sundress, which managed to show the slightest hint of chest. ‘At least now I can tell Sara I tried…’ Emily told herself to ease her conscience. Emily got into her car (a VW Bug that Emily thought was just the cutest thing), and 15 minutes later she was pulling into the parking lot of the steakhouse that Sara had arranged for her to meet Dale at. Emily exited her car, took a sharp breath, considered getting right back in the car, and then threw her head back and decided she had no choice. Walking with small steps, she stepped out of her comfort zone and into the restaurant.
Emily scanned the tables and did not see any that were occupied by just a single person. ‘Everyone here already has someone…’ she thought, not exactly liking her brain pointing out something like this at the moment. It was one thing to feel lonely at home, but quite another to do so in public. A hostess appeared and Emily told her that she was just waiting for someone, and went back to the seating near the front doors. There were already a few families taking up most of the available space, their young children running around like wild animals, so Emily took the first free seat she saw, right next to a balding gentleman who appeared to be at the same time content and yet on edge. “Pardon me,” Emily said as her purse made contact with his leg, “I’m just waiting for someone…” The man looked up briefly, “Oh, that’s ok. It seems I’m in the same boat!” And so they sat, closer together than they would have liked, and certainly closer than Emily felt comfortable with, but the little monsters darting to and fro made sure to take up every bit of space they could. After five minutes, Emily glanced at her watch, and after another five, she did it again. This second time, Emily noticed her seatmate flick his eyes in her direction. There was some sweat visible on the back of his neck, and it was beginning to stain the collar of his blue button up shirt. He was dressed rather nicely, between the buttoned shirt and the finely pressed khaki pants, and to Emily he gave off the impression of someone who didn’t dress this way often. Why, those khakis looked like they hadn’t been worn more than a dozen times since they left the store. Perhaps…
Just as Emily’s mind started to work things out, the man peered furtively once more, then turned to face her and said, “You know, I’m sorry, I may be making a big fool out of myself, but your name isn’t Emily, is it? I’ve got this colleague at work who’s been dying to set me up on a date, but I don’t get out that much. But it seems that whoever you’re waiting for hasn’t shown up yet…” Emily stuttered briefly, but then asked the man, “Are you Dale?”, to which he nodded the affirmative. Emily began to laugh, “Well, Dale, fancy meeting you right here in the lobby after all! What a good first impression this must be!” Dale started a nervous laugh of his own, “Oh, that’s quite alright. Imagine if we’d just been sitting here all night, waiting for our date to arrive before going home when the place closed! That would have been something to remember, but probably not in a good way!” Emily arose and scurried out from the waiting area, leaving the loudmouthed children and their uncaring parents behind, and motioned for Dale to follow, “Come on, then, let’s at least get a table! While those kids can certainly cover up some awkward silences when we run out of conversation, I’d still rather sit and eat while we get to know each other.” Dale agreed and followed Emily back to the hostess, who led them to a table in the far corner of the steakhouse.
They ate and talked, and when they had each had their fill of food, the two talked some more. There were silences, there were moments when neither knew what to say, but overall Emily found herself having a good time. Dale was perhaps a little too earnest, but she could tell that he meant well, and he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company. ‘That’d be a first!’ Emily thought to herself ruefully, but this evening her blossoming good mood could not be ruined even by her cynical nature. The two had taken to just requesting refills on their beverages to have an excuse to stay at the table without their waitress threatening to ask them to leave, as the steakhouse was still crowded even as afternoon turned to evening, and after their second refill had been delivered, Dale slid out of the booth and told her, with just the slightest amount of red on his face, “Well, dear, I’m afraid I have to hit the john before I can continue our lovely conversation. Would you like me to show you the location of the ladies’ room as well? I’ve been to this place before and they keep the bathrooms hidden away back near the kitchen…” Emily waved him along, “Oh no, Dale, you go right ahead! I’m just fine yet.” Dale nodded and continued to the bathroom to relieve his full bladder, and a few minutes later he returned and they picked up right where they had left off. They chatted another hour and as their conversation was finally beginning to wind down, Dale gestured to Emily’s now-empty glass and asked, “Are you quite sure you don’t want me to show you to the ladies’ room before we depart? You don’t have to be shy about it – I’d hate for you to get caught short on the way home.” Emily smiled and shook her head, “Oh Dale, thank you, it’s nice to be with a gentleman for a change, but I’m alright.” At this, Dale whistled in amazement and noted playfully, “That’s impressive – I wish I had your bladder! I thought women couldn’t hold it as well as men, but I guess you’re the exception!” When the words left his mouth, Dale had a mildly embarrassed look on his face, like perhaps he’d taken this line of conversation too far, but Emily began to giggle, and she exclaimed, “Sara is always telling me the same thing! What a lark she is. She’s got every girl’s perfect figure, but when we’re out drinking she’ll have to pop away after every drink, and she’ll say ‘I would trade my curves for your bladder any day!’” Dale nodded in response, and soon after they took their leave, and Emily noticed that he was once again sweating like he was when he was first waiting for her. They stood by the front entrance of the steakhouse for a few more minutes, still enjoying their conversation, before Dale finally asked if Emily would like to see him again. Emily thought for only a moment and then replied, “You know what, I actually really would like to see you again, Dale. I try to tell Sara I’m not the dating type, and she keeps trying to set me up with men, but this is the first time I’ve really enjoyed myself on one of these dates.” Dale’s face brightened immediately, and he asked, “So I’ll call you and we can set something up?” Emily nodded, “I think I’d like that.” With that, they shared a hesitant hug and departed.
When Emily returned home that night, she couldn’t help but notice that she was carrying slightly more energy than normal. It was an energy that she couldn’t place, but it was simmering underneath her calm exterior. She found it difficult to concentrate, and after a long while she came to the conclusion that she really did like Dale very much. ‘He’s good company, he’s a handsome guy, and he’s…..nice. He’s quite, quite nice.’ Emily thought to herself as she readied for bed. As she fell asleep, Emily had more hope for her dating life than she’d had in the last few years combined.
The next day, Emily was still buzzing with energy. She’d decided that Dale was a great fellow, and after a full night of sleep she seemed to like him even more than she had the previous day. She was also desperate for him to call to set up their next date, her heart fluttering about like she was a teenager again. ‘Hmmm…but how long is appropriate to wait before calling after a first date? I hope he doesn’t dawdle long!’ Emily thought to herself. Thankfully, it seemed that Dale was of a similar mind, because that afternoon Emily’s cell phone rang and she was pleasantly surprised to see Dale’s name come up. “Hello Emily, I hope this isn’t too soon,” Dale began with a hitch, but Emily quickly assured him, “Oh no, really it’s fine! I’ve been thinking of you a lot and I was hoping you would call sooner rather than later!” Dale breathed an audible sigh of relief and when he began speaking again, Emily could tell that he was much calmer. Before long, they had set up their second date for the following weekend, and after they hung up the phone, Emily grumbled to herself good-naturedly about having to wait an entire week before seeing Dale again. “I should have told him to meet me today!” she said with a frustrated laugh.
The next week dragged on like no other, but after what seemed like much more than a mere seven days, the weekend was finally upon them, and Dale and Emily could see each other once more. They had agreed on a trip to the zoo for their second date, and Emily found that the night before, she was so excited that she couldn’t get to sleep. Finally she dozed off, well later than she intended, with the result that she slept right through her alarm in the morning. Emily woke up to the sun, already high in the sky, streaming through her window and hitting her in the face. Tiredly, she checked her phone, then snapped up and checked it once more. 10:30! She had agreed to meet Dale at the zoo at 11! Emily couldn’t bear the thought of being late, and so she scampered about, dressing in a new cami and some capris. She tugged on her sneakers and glanced at the clock again. There was no time to spare, so Emily quickly pinned up her hair and put a ball cap over it. She walked right passed her bathroom, despite the fact that she was in such a rush that she hadn’t even had a morning pee. But Emily had peed before bed around midnight, and in any case, she knew that her bladder was much too large to be troubled by one night’s accumulation of urine, so she headed out the door and sped off.
Emily arrived at the zoo at 11:10, cursed at her watch for not showing her the time she wanted to see, and briskly parked her car and began walking towards the entrance area. After a few minutes, she found Dale craning his neck amongst the crowded gates, and they exchanged a brief hug before buying their tickets and entering. Dale had wanted to pay for Emily’s ticket, but Emily would have none of it and insisted they split things 50/50. “You’re a rare lady, Em, you know that?” Dale said when she put down her money for the ticket, and Emily had decided that this was a fine compliment, indeed. She made a mental note to remind herself to thank Sara profusely for setting her up with such a thoughtful man. The two began walking down one of the many pathways, chit-chatting about this and that, and Emily told Dale brightly, “You know, I was really looking forward to this, and I’m so sorry I was a bit late! I didn’t mean to be!” Dale shook his head and rubbed her back, “It’s really no problem, Emily. I don’t mind waiting a little bit if it means I get to have such good company for the rest of the day!” Emily appreciated that, but she still wanted to get her point across, “Oh, I really did try though, Dale! I just couldn’t sleep last night – I guess I was more excited to see you again than I thought. But when I missed my alarm this morning, I got right up. All I did was throw on this outfit and drive straight here. I didn’t even use the toilet this morning, or have any breakfast! Speaking of which…could we stop by one of the food vendors, do you think? I really am much hungrier than I thought!” Dale was quick to reply, “Of course, Emily, why didn’t you say so? We’ll stop by the bathrooms as well. I was up early and it’s been a few hours for me, so I definitely need to take a leak, but I’m sure you must be downright uncomfortable if you didn’t even go this morning!” Emily shrugged, “Oh, that’s very kind of you, but I think just the food will do for me. I really don’t have to go for a pee, but I’ll happily stop at the bathrooms if you need!” Dale shook his head, “You know, I really need to listen to you when you tell me things! You told me you could hold it when we had dinner last week, but to wait when you haven’t even gone in the morning – why, I don’t know how you do it! I feel pretty weak by comparison!” Emily smiled at him, “Don’t worry about that, Dale. I don’t mind a bit. I’ve just got a large tank down there, and it takes its sweet time filling up.”
The two lovebirds found one of the zoo’s many restroom facilities, and true to her word, Emily waited outside while Dale went to the men’s room to relieve himself. Then they found a nice shop to get lunch at, and Emily couldn’t resist sucking down a large lemonade with her meal. As they finished, Dale suggested getting some waters to have while they walked, as the day was getting fairly hot, and Emily agreed without hesitation. And so they walked, and drank, and marveled at the animals, and drank some more, and Dale had his hand on Emily’s back, which Emily found to be just delightful. Despite her frigid exterior from the last some odd years of failed dates, Emily was realizing that she desperately wanted to make Dale happy. She was falling for him hard. As it became early afternoon, Dale watched as Emily took the last sip from her second water bottle and deposited the empty plastic into a nearby trash can. Dale had only finished one bottle, and he said with a bit of amazement in his voice, “I see you’re really putting away the fluids! That’s good on such a hot day, but are you quite sure you wouldn’t like to stop at the women’s room? You haven’t emptied out for a very long time!” Again, as was becoming the norm, Emily waved him off, “No, I’m alright. I’m having such a nice time that I wouldn’t want to waste a minute on a bathroom stop, and in any case I really don’t have to go very badly.” “That’s incredible – forgive me for bringing it up, but you’ve had much more to drink than me, and you haven’t taken a single trip to the toilet since last night! All of the women I’ve been with in the past have had very poor bladder control, but it seems you put them all to shame! I don’t know how you do it…” Dale exclaimed wistfully. He was learning that Emily was very open when it came to discussing her urinary habits, and this was no exception, as Emily replied, “Oh I don’t mind talking about it a bit – I’ll talk about whatever you like. Yes, I really have a quite strong bladder, and it will hold a lot before it complains. And even if it does, it’s still no trouble for me to go on waiting.” Dale could only nod and tell her, “Well gosh, you really are something special, Emily. So I’ll stop asking, but you just let me know when you’d like me to start looking for the nearest bathrooms for you.” “I appreciate it, Dale, but I don’t think you’ll have to do that. My bladder is very capable of waiting,” Emily told him with a certain confidence in her voice. It seemed that Dale was bringing out a side of Emily that was usually kept far under wraps, as it was unlike her to be so brazen and so point blank about something, especially something as private as her peeing habits, and especially in front of a man.
They spent the rest of the day enjoying each other’s company at the zoo, and true to her word, Emily did not ask Dale to help her find a bathroom, despite another large drink with their dinner, and some more water on top of that throughout the day. Dale, for his part, had stopped multiple times in the afternoon to relieve himself, but he also kept his word and did not offer Emily to accompany him at any point. But as they were getting ready to leave the zoo before closing, Dale couldn’t help but draw Emily off to the side of the path and speak with her, “Erm, Emily, you know, I’ve enjoyed these last couple of meetings with you more than you know, and I really do not want you to be off put, but I would be remiss if I didn’t mention something to you.” Dale said, and Emily noticed that his nervous sweat had returned. “Oh Dale, what is it? Have I done something wrong? You can tell me whatever you’d like, you know.” Emily responded with a slight worry. “Oh, no, you’ve done nothing wrong. In fact, this is more about something you…..haven’t….done. If I may make an observation, we’ve been out all day, and you haven’t stopped to use the toilets even one time. If you really haven’t gone since last night, then by my count it’s been somewhere around 20 hours since you’ve had a wee. Do you still not need to go?” Dale asked with a certain incredulousness. Emily furrowed her brow, “Well, I mean I definitely could go if I wanted to – there’s some pressure down there, like you said, as anyone who hasn’t relieved their bladder in 20 hours would feel, but it’s completely manageable. I’d ask you if I wanted to stop, but right now it’s not a problem in the slightest to keep holding it in. But why do you bring it up? You don’t seem at ease about it, Dale.” Dale gulped, took a long pause, and finally continued, “Emily, well, I bring it up because…..I’m absolutely fascinated. I’ve never known someone, male or female, who could wait half as long as you without needing a toilet visit, and I find your strong bladder to be….rather exciting, if I may be so bold. I know that may sound crazy, but I….I’m finding that I enjoy it when you, you know, don’t go.” Dale waited for his new girlfriend to begin shouting “Pervert!” at him, but to his utmost surprise, this did not happen. Emily was regarding him with a quizzical expression, and finally she replied, “Let me make sure I have this right. Dale, I know this may be embarrassing to admit, especially since we’re in public, so you can just whisper it. But do you mean that you’re…turned on…by my lack of visits to the women’s room?” Dale immediately went on the defense, “No, Emily, please, it’s not like that…..I mean, you mustn’t think….I wouldn’t want to offend…..” The poor man was grasping desperately for words and finding none, unable to string together a complete sentence in his haste, and Emily eventually cut him off, “Dale, I don’t mind at all. You’ve said that I’m not like other women, and I think that’s true. I don’t mind talking about my bladder capacity – I mean, I’ve known that it was large, nearly abnormal, since I was a little girl, and it’s only natural to have some curiosity about it. I was curious about it too growing up. I can’t say it affects me in exactly the same way that it seems to have done to you…but if it pleases you and excites you even half as much as you’re letting on, then I’ll take pride in waiting even longer for you. I want to be a good girlfriend for you, Dale, and whatever that entails, I’ll do. So if that means going without a restroom while we’re together, it’s easy for my bladder to accommodate that. You can trust me, I’m happy to do it for you!” Emily made sure to look Dale right in the eyes as she gave her speech, and when she was finished, Dale continued to stare at her for about half a minute, not speaking, as if he had seen a ghost. Then his visage softened and Emily noted that he looked almost giddy underneath the smile that he was desperately trying to hide, and he told her, “You’re an incredible girl, Em. And….if I am going to be as honest as I can….what you suggest would make me a happy man, indeed.” Emily smiled with relief as well, “I’m glad that’s settled! Now come on, let’s get out of here before they kick us out!” She gestured to the zoo’s security guards, as by now the two of them were nearly the last ones left in the entire park. Without another word, they clasped hands and walked through the gates, their relationship now closer than it had ever been before.
Over the next two months, Emily had gone out of her way to pursue Dale’s unique little kink for his pleasure. She would make sure not to take a precautionary pee before their dates, and would always make sure to drink more than normal, all the while teasing him about how her bladder could still wait longer, even though it had been so long already. She quite enjoyed the power trip it gave her to be able to come across like Superwoman to Dale, with her giant bladder always seeming to have more and more capacity to hold greater amounts of urine. To Emily’s surprise, they had even begun to have sex with each other – a feat that Emily couldn’t recall actually wanting to partake in since her hormone-fueled high school years. The discomfort of Dale’s member thrusting into her sex and hitting her filling bladder was something that she was more than willing to bear, since he liked it so much, and Emily could not deny that the pain did lead to a certain amount of pleasure in a masochistic way as well. One day, as the two of them were laying on Dale’s bed together in post-coital bliss, Emily developed a curiosity of her own. “Show me what type of porn you like to watch. What sort of things do you have on your computer?” she turned and asked Dale, her hand rubbing his chest and sneaking lower every so often. Dale, to her surprise, turned red and did not immediately take her up on this offer. Emily decided to tickle him a little, “Oh, come on honey, I’m sure there’s nothing embarrassing on there. I already know you like pee! Trust me, I’m a pretty open-minded gal, especially for you. Whatever you’ve got, I won’t judge you, I just want to see it!” With a good degree of hesitation, Dale agreed, and he brought his laptop over to the bed. Emily began to play with Dale’s rapidly expanding penis while he clicked into a few different folders. They watched a couple of tame videos of girls peeing into toilets, but Emily was getting a growing tingle in her nether regions and pressed, “Show me something dirtier, dear. Something a little more extreme. I can handle it!” Dale gulped audibly, but Emily stroked her hand around her boyfriend’s cheek and under his chin, and eventually convinced him that she was serious. With shaking hands, Dale clicked into a new folder, and another video popped up onto the screen. It showed two women lying on a bed together, but they were connected with some type of tubing via their vaginas. Before Emily could totally wrap her head around what was taking place, one of the women seemed to relax, and then there was a flow of yellow liquid through the tubing, and as the flow went on, Emily noted that the abdomen of the second woman was actually expanding. “Is she…peeing into the other girl?” Emily asked Dale, placing her head on his chest. “Yes….they have a catheter hooked up to each other…” Dale replied breathlessly. He was trying not to appear as embarrassed as he was, but Emily noticed his worry and began to stroke his penis in an effort to calm his nerves. “So would you….would you like me to do this? Get filled up with a catheter?” Emily asked. Dale didn’t answer, but his erection had become rock hard, so Emily knew she was on to something. Suddenly an idea came to her mind. She didn’t know where it came from, because she was normally very inquisitive about kinks, but didn’t have any herself. “I have an idea. Tell me if this is too crazy, but it just popped into my head! Maybe you will like it. What if you…peed into me? Would you like that? I’m sure my bladder is big enough to handle the extra load, in any case, so it won’t bother me any if you’d like to try it.” Emily spoke the words, but again she didn’t get a verbal reply from Dale. What she did get was a rapid increase in breath, and just as she finished her last sentence, Dale groaned loudly and suddenly cum was roping out of his penis, shooting high over the laptop and hitting Emily in the face and chest. Emily was shocked, as Dale had just cum during sex a mere 20 minutes prior, and yet it seemed his load was much more voluminous this time around. Many girls would have been disgusted, or at least unhappy, to be on the receiving end of so much semen without warning, but Emily felt a certain glee in having pleasured her partner so well. Before he could object, Emily told him with playful authoritativeness, “Well, honey, I’ll take that as a yes!”, and she pulled his laptop over to her naked lap and began doing searches for catheter equipment to order.
A week later, everything had arrived (Emily had insisted on the fastest shipping option). Emily was at Dale’s doorstep 15 minutes after her work day ended, as she was extremely eager to try this new type of experimentation with her beau. Dale was almost shivering as he greeted her, such was his excitement. “You’re sure you want to try this?” Dale asked her, and Emily reassured him quickly that she was. And so without further ado, they stripped out of their clothing and entered Dale’s bathroom, just in case they didn’t get things quite right and had a mess on their hands. Emily noticed that Dale was dancing around a little as he unpackaged the catheter, and when Emily inquired, Dale admitted that he had drank quite a bit over the second half of the day in order to assure that he was ready and didn’t suffer stage fright when the critical moment came. “I hope that’s ok, and that it’s not too much for you…” Dale said worryingly, but Emily was again almost instantaneous with her reassurance, “I haven’t gone all day, so I feel something in there, but I’m sure it will be no problem! You know my bladder can handle a good deal of urine without complaint!” And so they began the process of inserting the double ended catheter into themselves, and quickly discovered that this was a much more difficult task than Dale’s videos had made them assume. Both of them were struggling, and Dale was letting out some grunts from trying to concentrate on the catheter while still containing his bursting bladder. Then they made eye contact, both of them desperately jamming the tubing at their genitals, and both began to erupt with laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. They shared a hug, and Emily gave Dale’s manhood a playful fondle, and after a brief respite they began the process anew. Now that the tension was out of the air, things progressed at a better pace, and soon enough they had a handle on things and were connected from peehole to peehole via the double ended catheter. “Ok…..are you ready?” Dale asked, his voice shaking from anticipation now more than nervousness. “Yes, honey, go ahead! It looks like you really need the release!” Emily commented, thrusting her pelvis out slightly to receive the influx of urine. Dale breathed deeply and slowly relaxed, and before half a minute had expired his urine began to flow out of him, through the catheter’s tubing, and into Emily’s spacious bladder. “Hah, what a strange sensation!” Emily commented, almost as if she was talking about the weather. “I…I would stop, but I don’t think I can control it anymore dear…” Dale said with concern, but Emily replied sweetly, “Oh Dale, that’s nonsense, you go on ahead and empty out all the way. This is fun, and if you’re enjoying it then I’m happy to fill myself up for you…..not that this is even close to filling me up, mind you.” After a further 30 seconds, Dale’s stream came to a halt, and he sighed with the relief he now felt in his abdomen. Emily looked none the worse for wear, and when Dale asked her, she confirmed, “I’m feeling just fine, dear. Sure, there’s a little more urine in me than there was five minutes ago, but that’s what a big bladder is for, isn’t it? I can go right on holding, and I think I will!” The two managed to remove themselves from the catheter without any pain or problems, and then they dressed again (after another quick fondle of Dale’s penis from Emily, to which Dale responded with a grab of her ass cheek), and went out to a restaurant for dinner. To Dale’s amazement, Emily still lasted the entire evening without a hint of complaint or urgency, even with the extra load her capacious bladder was now containing. As they went their separate ways for the night, Emily even agreed, unprompted, to repeat the act as much as Dale would like, causing him to nearly combust from withheld excitement.
Over the following weeks, the two slowly fell into a routine – when they were together, Dale would avoid the toilet and instead urinate with the catheter into Emily’s bladder, and Emily would dutifully avoid the toilet altogether. Still, Emily did not have a problem with the arrangement, holding tight at all times and not fidgeting or showing signs of bladder pain, and she would again give credit to her enormous bladder capacity when Dale would ask. One day, Dale showed her an invitation that had come in the mail. One of his nieces, Courtney, was getting married, and they were cordially invited to attend. The wedding was taking place the following Sunday in a countryside area 3 hours out of town, so the couple decided to go down Friday night and have a nice trip out of it. They had also agreed that it would be a perfect opportunity to take their catheter games to the next level. The plan was to see if Emily could last from Friday evening until they returned from the wedding late on Sunday without needing to urinate, while taking all of Dale’s pee directly into her bladder the entire time. Emily was so confident that she could complete the task that she didn’t even want to pee before leaving, having relieved herself in the morning prior to work, but Dale insisted, saying “You never know what might happen. We can surely push further in the future if this is still doable for you.” Emily appreciated that Dale still valued her comfort above his fetish, and so she used the toilet at 6 pm at her own flat, then drove to meet Dale at his home, and soon after they departed for their hotel, stopping only to get dinner on the way.
Dale relieved himself into Emily once that night, before bed, and when they woke up in the morning, Dale took his morning pee via catheter into Emily’s strong bladder as well. Despite having a few glasses of tea and lemonade at dinner, and a cup of coffee from the coffee maker in their furnished hotel room, Emily professed to Dale that she felt no real need to urinate as of yet. “And don’t worry, even when I want to go, I’ll just hold it!” Emily told him brightly. She’d found over the past few weeks that she was really enjoying this peculiar game that Dale had fantasized about for so long. Not to mention the side effect of watching Dale swoon every time more urine was deposited into her reservoir. They had some breakfast, washed down with more coffee, and they were just lounging around the hotel when more of the wedding guests started arriving. Suddenly, they heard a bit of commotion at the front desk, and Dale noted, “I think I know those voices. Come on, let’s see if we can help out.” They walked from the lobby to the front desk and Dale whispered to Emily that he did in fact know the two statuesque blondes who were arguing with the receptionist about their rooms. Emily was surprised, as the girls appeared to be no more than 20 years of age each, and she wondered how Dale knew these two. She assumed they were family, but then Dale let her know that “these are friends of Courtney. I always used to see the three of them playing around the house when I would visit my sister.” The taller, thinner blonde turned abruptly from her argument as Dale got closer, and she exclaimed happily, “Oh, Dale, hello there! I didn’t think I’d get to see you before tomorrow!” The shorter, bustier blonde also greeted him and both girls gave him a quick hug before turning back to the receptionist. It seemed that their hotel room had been double booked, and there was nothing the receptionist could do short of offering a partial refund. The girls made it clear that this was unacceptable, as they needed to stay here in order to be ready to be in the wedding party on the following day. The taller girl finally stamped her feet angrily, but then an idea crept onto her face and she turned back to Dale, “Dale, as I’m sure you’ve heard, and probably everyone else in this bloody lobby has heard as well, we no longer have a hotel room. Do you think we could maybe, possibly stay in your room with you and…” “Emily,” Emily said, offering my hand. The girl shook it briefly and finished, “with you and Emily! It would just be for the one night and we’ll try not to disturb you.” Dale glanced at Emily, but she shrugged without thinking and said it wouldn’t be a problem, so Dale nodded and the two girls jumped for joy. The four began talking as they made their way to the elevators, and Emily quickly realized that these college-aged girls….well…they talked like college-aged girls. Thankfully, Emily possessed a good deal of patience, because she was already starting to tire of their antics by the time the four of them reached Emily and Dale’s room. She had at least learned their names while in the elevator – the taller one was Miranda, and the shorter one was Holly. After the girls had thrown their bags into the room, Miranda began pulling Holly by the arm, “Come on, Hol, I wanna go check out what this town has to offer!” “More like you’re bored already and want to start drinking!” Holly retorted, and while Miranda shot her a look, she did not deny this. Then Holly lit up, “I’m only kidding Miranda….I want to go and drink too!” They waved goodbye to Dale and Emily and scooted out of the room, and only when they were gone did Dale check his watch and remark to Emily, “Drinking?? It’s…10 in the morning!” “Oh, to be young again!” Emily, who was never a heavy drinker, joked back.
Dale and Emily did a little tour of the area to spend some time together, quickly discovering that there was not all that much to see in this part of the countryside. The rolling hills were nice, but they both would have preferred a few more buildings to go into. Still, they found a quaint shop for a light lunch, and then returned to the hotel around 3 in the afternoon. By this time, Dale had been without a pee since his morning relief, and he was approaching a level of desperation. Wary of the fact that the girls could reenter the room at any moment, Emily pulled Dale into the bathroom, locked the door, and they hooked up the double ended catheter. Dale peed through it more forcefully this time, as he really did have to go quite badly after holding for nearly 6 hours, and when he was finished, he saw that Emily was now sporting a bit of a bulge in her abdominal region. And why not, he supposed, as she had been holding back her urine for an astounding 21 hours and was carrying three of his own batches of urine as well. Dale wiped the sweat from his face and gestured to the toilet, “You know, dear, I can see that your bladder is full enough to make a bulge below your stomach! Really, feel free to use the toilet if our game becomes too much for you.” Emily snorted as this suggestion, “Oh, really, Dale, it’s not bothersome to wait. As you can imagine, I am quite used to holding in a little pee! You can go into me as much as you’d like this weekend – the next time I’ll be relieving myself will be in my own toilet, as promised!”
Soon after the two lovebirds had exited the bathroom and put the catheter equipment back in the far reaches of their bags, the hotel room door swung open and in walked Holly and Miranda. They weren’t sloshed, but their breath smelled slightly of alcohol, and it was clear that they had found whatever bars and taverns they had been searching for. Emily also noticed that both of them, Holly in particular, were shaking their legs around as if to suggest that they were bursting for the pot. As soon as Emily came to this conclusion in her mind, Holly shouted loudly, “You promised, Miranda, I get the bathroom first! I’m about to bust!” Miranda double crossed her legs while laughing at her, “I told you that third shot was a bad idea, girl!” Holly could only groan in response and hobbled into the bathroom, not even bothering to shut the door. Miranda looked on while Emily and Dale did their best to pretend they were busy with something else, but a few seconds later there was a huff from the bathroom and Holly appeared back in the doorway, now more desperate than ever. “Did you guys know your toilet is flooded??” she asked, tears nearly forming her eyes. Dale and Emily both looked at each other and shrugged, because it occurred to them that because of their arrangement, neither of them had actually opened the toilet lid to view the bowl since they had arrived the previous evening. “Erm, no…” Dale stuttered, “It must have just happened recently…” He and Emily pushed past the pee dancing Holly and inspected the bowl – sure enough, the water level was right up to the top and threatening to spill over. “I guess you’ll have to go down to the lobby’s toilets on the first floor…” Dale suggested sympathetically. Holly would have none of it, “But Daaaaale, I can’t hold it that long! I’m about to go in my knickers!” Holly was clearly at the end of her tether, and Miranda was not far behind, as the taller girl’s legs were now quivering all over.
Then an idea came to Emily. “Just a minute girls,” she said, and shut the bathroom door with herself and Dale inside. “What’s up, Em?” Dale asked, and Emily shyly expressed, “I don’t know if you’d have a problem with this, honey, so just tell me if you do and I’ll forget I ever thought of it. But if there’s really no other option….well….the girls would be more than welcome to pee into me with our catheter system. We brought some spare tubing along…” Dale’s eyes widened at this suggestion, but Emily knew she was on to something when his first words were not a harsh rejection, but instead, “Oh, Em, I couldn’t ask you to do that! Your bladder must already be fairly full – I don’t know that you can hold what they’ve got as well. These girls are pro drinkers back at college, if their Facebooks are to be believed, so I’ll bet they can hold a good amount of urine.” Emily smiled her confident smile, “That’s alright. Honestly, I was thinking that this weekend game would be a little too easy, so this just makes things more challenging! And I’m sure you’d love to see my bladder get bloated out even further, wouldn’t you, especially with the pee of some college girls, huh? Why that sounds downright kinky when I say it like that!” Emily could see the bulge in Dale’s jeans and knew she was on to something, even if he wouldn’t verbalize it. “Oh, come on honey, it will be fun! Besides, they probably won’t even go for it – it’s quite the outlandish idea to spring on someone! But you have to hurry and give me permission, because I think otherwise we might end up paying for a carpet cleaning!” Dale seemed on the verge of assenting, so Emily sensually ran her hand up his thigh and over his throbbing package, and that did it, as Dale finally nodded his agreement to the plan, and the two of them unlocked the door and exited the bathroom, coming face to face with two girls on the verge of urinary disaster.
“You’ll have to just piss in the shower, Hol!” Miranda was shouting at her, while Holly squirmed madly on the bed. “That’s sooo gross! Absolutely not!” the poor girl responded. Emily rushed past them and began digging through her bag for the spare catheter equipment. “Girls, girls, calm down. There’s another solution…if you don’t mind doing something a little odd…..” she told them with a gleam in her eye. “Anything, whatever you want, I just need to piss!” Holly begged, shivering around as if she was about to burst. “Yeah, whatever plan you’ve got, count me in too!” Miranda exclaimed, re-crossing her legs as another bladder spasm ripped through her. Emily smiled and held up the double ended catheter, “Well, if you’re sure! In that case, both of you, drop your pants and I’ll get you hooked up.” Dale was nice enough to walk out of the room and stand just outside the door to afford the girls some privacy, but both college girls were looking at Emily like she was crazy. “What the hell is that??” Miranda asked, her voice edgy due to her desperation. “It’s a catheter!” Emily replied, “That toilet in the bathroom may be overflowing, but my large bladder has plenty of room, so I’ll be glad to be a receptacle for your urine. We’ll just hook you up and you can pee right into me!” Emily had decided that being as friendly and direct as possible was the way to go, as she doubted the drunk girls could make out any form of subtlety. Miranda was about to refuse, but Holly’s bladder contracted once more, and the shorter girl moaned and gave in, “Ok, sure, let’s do it! Be quick, I’m literally about to explode!” With a nod, Emily helped Holly pull down her pants and panties, and managed to hold her just still enough to insert the end of the catheter into her exposed pussy’s peehole. Emily’s practiced hand then inserted the other end into her own, and 20 seconds later things were secure and Emily told Holly to release. Holly needed no further command, as she instantly sagged down while the pressure of the torturous urine subsided and it began flowing through the tubing and into Emily’s mammoth organ. Holly was moaning in relief, and her pee stream continued on for a good minute. By the end, Emily’s bladder had expanded more and showed quite well on her abdomen, but she put on a smile as she helped the exhausted Holly remove the catheter from her nether regions. She then gestured to Miranda, who hesitated for only a moment before crying, “Oh fuck it, I gotta go!”. She ran up to Emily and the process was repeated, only Miranda was apparently in control of a substantially larger bladder than her cohort, and it took nearly two full minutes for her to empty completely. This time Emily unhooked the catheter from both of them, and the girls got a look at her bladder bulge, which now looked abnormal and was jutting outwards from her frame. “Oh my God, Emily! You must be dying! How can you just stand there like that??” Miranda gasped, while Holly made to reach out and touch the giant bulge before retracting her hand. Emily was sweating a bit now, but again she simply smiled and told the girls, “Oh, don’t worry about me! I’ve got the bladder capacity for a job like this, so it shouldn’t be a problem to have a little more urine built up inside me.” It was taking a decent effort for Emily to keep up her air of remaining unaffected, but she was still totally in control and had plenty of room to spare, if need be. Miranda was still in a state of shock, but then Holly blurted out, “You’re so awesome, Emily! You must have a gallon drum down there! Say, this is nuts, but I kind of liked that, now that it’s over with. Can we pee into you again if we have to go? Could you still handle that?” Emily thought about it for a moment, estimating her gigantic capacity against the well-endowed capacities of the college girls, and decided she’d still be alright, “Yes girls, you know, it may be a bit of a challenge, but what’s the fun in not having a challenge? Why don’t you two relieve yourselves into me whenever you need for the rest of the weekend, and we’ll see if I can’t just keep it all corked up.” Holly immediately fist pumped and high fived Emily, who couldn’t help but grin at her enthusiasm, and while Miranda took a few seconds longer to come around to Emily’s plan, eventually she took another look at the overflowed toilet and decided that Emily’s megabladder was a better place to store her urine. “Ok Emily, count me in as well.” Miranda told her, and Emily nodded happily before pulling her own pants back on and going to let Dale back into the room.
After a few minutes of awkward small talk, the college girls decided to take a nap to try and sleep off their drunkenness, so Emily and Dale took the opportunity to leave the hotel room and take a relaxing walk through the countryside. It’s not like they had much choice, as the amount of activities strewn about this quaint town was nearly zero. As the two walked, Dale couldn’t help but direct the conversation back to Emily’s protruding bladder. “Dear, I don’t know how you’re managing to walk around so normally! Your bladder looks like it’s about to burst out of your skin!” Dale said, giving the bulge a small rub. Emily didn’t so much as wince at the touch, though she replied, “Yes, there’s a lot of pressure now! My strong bladder will hold it in, but things could get very interesting with Miranda and Holly going forward…..I may have extended my offer to them….” “What do you mean?” Dale asked quizzically. “I hope you’re ok with it, but I decided to let them pee into me all weekend! I thought that would be a better challenge, and I know you’d like to see me push myself.” Emily responded with a blush. Dale stared at her, open-mouthed, for a few seconds, then quietly asked, “Are you sure you’ll be able to stretch your large bladder enough to hold so much urine? You’re already holding a full day’s worth of your own pee, my pee, and now two bladder’s worth of pee from some college girls! You must have limits!” Emily gave him a playful rub on the back, “Don’t worry about me, honey. Let’s see if I can do this for you! I’ll try my hardest! Even though I definitely am filling up, I can store up more urine if I wish.”
They returned to the hotel room just as Miranda and Holly were waking up. Emily suggested that they all go out to dinner together, and when Dale offered to pay, the girls were more than willing to join in. Holly seemed to be fidgety as they left, owing to the extra beer going through her system as she slept, but she said nothing and the four departed for a nice restaurant that the girls had passed by on their earlier escapades. They all ate and drank their fill, and when they returned to the hotel room, Holly was bursting once more, trying not to run in place as Dale opened the door. Dale was also professing an urgent need, and so the two of them took turns going into the bathroom with Emily and emptying out their full bladders into her own massive holding tank. Emily was now quite full and doing her best not to show any signs of bladder pain to the group, and thankfully for her, everyone was pretty tired from the day’s adventures, so they sat in the hotel room and watched television until the evening turned to night. Everyone had consumed some beverages from the hotel room’s mini-fridge, and while Holly and Dale only felt a moderate need, Miranda hadn’t gone since her earlier relief into Emily some 6 or 7 hours ago, and her larger bladder was showing some serious signs of strain. None of the three were accustomed to sleeping without a before bed pee, and so they lined up in the bathroom with Emily and all did their business once more, urinating through the catheter into Emily. Miranda’s pee took a minute and a half, and she noticed Emily clenching her jaw when she was finished. “Sorry, I’ve always been able to go a lot…..though nothing quite like you, I’m sure! Are you sure you’re ok, though?” Miranda asked, but Emily wiped the tension off her face and gave her a reassuring nod. Dale was last to enter, and he marveled at Emily’s explosive bladder bulge and couldn’t help but feel her up before she urged him along with a stifled laugh. Despite the discomfort, Emily was a big fan of how much Dale ravished her and her iron bladder. Still, Dale noticed a small grimace come to Emily’s face briefly as he relieved his 20 second stream into her. “How are you holding up, love?” he whispered, so that the girls could not hear from outside the bathroom door. “It’s pretty bad,” Emily admitted, “That Miranda has a bladder like a horse, and she can piss like one too!” She saw Dale’s face morph into a mixture of arousal and concern and continued, “But I’m certainly not about to give up! My enormous bladder’s never let me down before, so it will just have to make some more room for me! Don’t think about anything but how much you enjoy seeing me so full!” Dale gave her swollen abdomen one more rub and then kissed her until she pushed him away, “Gosh my full bladder makes you randy! But calm down just a little, we can’t be in here too long or the girls will know exactly what we’re doing!” Dale seemed like he could care less what the girls thought at this point, such was his lust for his bladder queen, but Emily pulled up her pants and cleaned up the catheter, so he had no choice but to follow her out of the bathroom and into bed. Dale and Emily took one bed, and Miranda and Holly shared the other. Three of them got to sleep easily, and while the fourth had a good deal of tension simmering in her pelvic region, she eventually drifted off to sleep as well.
Dale’s phone alarm blared through the hotel room and woke up the groggy foursome sharply at 7 am. Amidst grumbles about needing 10-12 hours more of sleep, the four of them dressed and readied themselves for Courtney’s big day. Emily’s bladder, now 37 hours full, had continued to fill over the night, and her lower abdomen had taken on the shape of a blimp, but she still allowed Holly and Dale to have their morning pees into her. Miranda refused, explaining that her bladder could hold a good deal more and that she often skipped her morning urination. Holly thought she was crazy, but Miranda chuckled and pointed at Emily, “Just ask Emily – sometimes a big bladder can come in handy!” They went down to the hotel’s dining area to get breakfast, running into many of the other wedding guests, and Dale was forced to introduce Emily to a lot of extended family members that had not had the pleasure of meeting her yet. Emily, dressed in a cute blue dress that normally hung loose around her middle (but now was fairly tight), stood and made small talk, though sweat was evident on her brow and she was struggling not to shake her legs. When Dale was finally able to guide her to a table to eat, she groaned, “Oh my, I haven’t been desperate like this in ages! You guys are really giving my bladder a good workout!” She rubbed her midsection and Dale asked her once more if she was sure she wanted to carry on through the wedding ceremony in this state. “Oh honey, did you hear me say I wanted to let any of this pee out? I know you want it to stay inside and keep expanding my huge bladder, so that’s what we’ll let it do. Let’s see how far I can stretch it out for you!” They talked about other things for the rest of breakfast, with Dale unable to tear his eyes away from Emily’s ever so subtle fidgeting when a fierce urge rocked her.
The wedding took place in an open field behind the hotel promptly at 11 am. With the hills, covered in a light fog, sloping up and down behind them, and the sun shining down, Emily couldn’t help but be impressed with how picturesque the whole thing looked. Courtney and her now-husband, Patrick, certainly agreed, as Courtney’s tears flowed throughout the ceremony and Patrick seemed not far behind. Emily noted that many of the women in the audience were weeping as well, but Miranda stood out as one of the few who was not. Emily thought she looked decidedly uncomfortable, sitting up in her chair and crossing her legs every so often. ‘Why, she looks just like how I feel!’ Emily thought, and then, looking downwards and seeing her own legs crossed over each other, she modified that thought, ‘Maybe she looks just how I look as well!’. Despite her best efforts, Emily was not able to uncross her legs for more than a few minutes during the proceedings without causing a scene, and so she kept them tightly crossed and kept her hurting bladder clamped shut. Dale seemed unable to spend more than 10 seconds at a time looking in the direction of the newlyweds, as he was continuously staring at Emily’s lower half, but Emily would be lying if she said she didn’t like the extra attention.
The ceremony concluded at noon, and Emily felt a sharp pain in her bladder and winced as she stood to applaud the happy couple. Undaunted, she forgave herself for this obvious show of bladder distress, noting that anyone who hadn’t peed in 42 hours would probably do the same thing. Dale noticed and rubbed her lower back, and Emily showed her appreciation by leaning into him for a standing cuddle as Courtney and Patrick walked up the aisle and passed them by. It was time for the cocktail hour, but as the guests began packing up their things to head back into the hotel, Dale put his head down to Emily’s ear and whispered, “I’m sorry if this is inconvenient, love, but I really must drain the snake again, if you know what I’m saying.” Emily nodded and replied, “No problem, dear! That’s what I’m here for, even in the condition I’m in right now! Shall we see if the girls want to have some relief as well?” Before Dale could object, Emily spotted Holly in the crowd and gave a shy wave followed by a discreet point of her finger to her bulging abdomen, and Holly greeted this request with an enthusiastic nod. She walked over hastily, her purse clutched over her crotch, and exclaimed, “Oh thank goodness! I was hoping you’d say that! I had to go during the ceremony but didn’t want to interrupt things!” Emily laughed, then picked Miranda out and gestured a similar offer. Surprisingly, even though Emily could see distinct signs of a girl who really needed a pee, Miranda shook her head and walked back into the hotel. Emily noticed that Holly was watching as well, and Holly added, “That girl….she’s a camel! At least I thought she was, until I met you Emily!” Emily thanked her for the compliment, and Holly replied, “No problem! Now, less talk, more walk, or else I’m gonna have to water the garden over there!”
Emily, Holly, and Dale made their way back to their room, and once more Emily allowed them both to empty their bladders into her. Emily’s bladder was now swollen out to unforgiving levels, and the urge to pee was both constant and pressing. “How are you feeling?” Dale asked as the last of his stream went through the catheter and into Emily’s peehole, while Holly sat outside on the bed, relieved. “I’d say I have to go urgently now……but of course I won’t! Let’s find out just how much more urgent we can make it, huh? I don’t mind, even though now I’m really uncomfortable.” Emily told him, cradling her rock hard bladder in her hands and putting slight pressure directly below the pubic bone to try and relieve some of the tension in her lower half. Her bladder was beginning to ask for relief in very strong terms, yet still Emily was intent on denying it. Dale, shockingly, was in agreement with Emily’s plan to let it get worse, and so the three of them went back down to the hotel’s lobby, where the guests were drinking and chatting, waiting for the large dining area to open up for the reception.
To Dale’s great surprise, Emily helped herself to a few of the small cocktail glasses while they waited, and besides the occasional fidget, she seemed to be keeping herself mostly under control. A few of the guests had come up to her and asked her if she was pregnant, as the bulge of her bladder was obvious through her dress at this point, but she laughed it off and replied to them that she just liked to eat. By 1:30 pm, the doors to the hotel’s main hall opened up, and everyone stormed inside to eat as much food as they could, dance their hearts out, drink until they puked, and maybe celebrate the wedding of the bride and groom if they could spare a few minutes. Neither Emily nor Dale were big dancers, but they both went out and did their best on a few slower tunes. Emily’s bladder was really presenting her with problems, as it did not like the extra movement associated with dancing, and it began to rebel quite strongly. Dale noticed as Emily brought her legs together quite sharply, but Emily joked to him, “For once, I’m willing to go out and dance and my bladder decides to ruin it! What are the odds of that?” Her face was red as she said it, from the effort it was taking to control herself, but she forced herself to squirm through one more song before mercifully returning to their table with Dale. However, Emily did not put any restrictions on her liquid intake, even with her bladder crying out in distress, and helped herself to multiple glasses of water and iced tea over the course of the afternoon, her legs staying crossed under the table. She also encouraged Dale to drink his normal amount when he contemplated holding off for her sake, telling him, “It would be cheating otherwise, honey, don’t you think? Come on, am I the type of girl who can’t handle a little urine in her bladder?” Throughout the afternoon, she also noticed that Miranda and Holly were imbibing as much alcohol as they could get into their systems, but neither girl came to her for relief.
The reception party lasted a few hours, not winding down until 6 pm. Dale and Emily were beginning to pick up their things to leave when Holly bounded over to them, and Emily noted that she was putting one hand in between her legs when she thought no one else was looking. “Emily….I’ve been holding it all afternoon….and I wasn’t sure if the invitation was still open for you to help me out? Tell me quick or I’ve gotta get to the women’s room!” she pleaded, her eyes darting around. Emily started to take her up to their room, but then she got a fun idea and said, “How about we both go to the women’s room? Let’s do it in there!” Emily had anticipated the girls asking for relief much sooner during the reception, so she had come prepared with the double ended catheter stuck snugly in her purse. Thankfully, the restroom was empty, so both women entered into the same cramped stall and locked the door, unable to stifle some giggles. “This is so naughty!” Holly exclaimed, pulling down her pants and panties while Emily helped her with the catheter. Emily thought to herself that she hadn’t done something this wild….well….ever, but this weekend was about pushing limits. Emily gave her the ok, and Holly gasped as the urine left her and flowed once again into Emily’s swollen bladder. Emily grunted at this additional influx, her bladder most unhappy with her for this decision. But she bore the pain and let Holly relieve her full minute long piss into her. As Holly thanked her profusely and removed the catheter, Emily felt that she was now close to bursting point. Her bladder was quaking, and the dam of her sphincter was showing serious signs of strain. The fact that she was standing directly over an inviting toilet bowl was not diminishing her struggles any, but Emily displayed some serious force of will and clenched her peehole shut with double the intensity. That calmed her bladder down enough for them both to leave the stall without further incident, but Emily’s bladder was now throbbing with every step she took.
When the girls got back to Dale at their table, Holly gave Emily a hug and thanked her once more, then let her know that she and Miranda would be leaving soon, so she’d go and get all of their belongings from the room. Without further ado, she left to gather everything up. Dale and Emily chatted for a few more minutes, but before they could get any further, Miranda hobbled across the dance floor and up to Emily, panic etched on her face. She was sweating and her hair was unkempt and matted. “Emily! Please – don’t go! I….I need you! I haven’t gone all day and I just can’t keep it in any longer!” Without thinking of her current situation, Emily replied, “My, you seem to be in grave distress! Yes, come on at once, let’s help you out and get you comfortable again!” The two women slowly walked back to the women’s room, with Emily only able to hobble along slightly faster than the desperate Miranda. The bathroom was still empty, by some miracle, so they went into a stall together and both desperately fidgeted out of their bottoms. “Why did you hold it so long, dear? You know you could have come to me earlier! My bladder has been open for service!” Emily told her, and Miranda replied with her voice shaking from desperation, “Um…….ok…..don’t be mad…..But I got kinda curious after last night. I wanted to push your limits, and my own, so I drank a whole bunch and I haven’t peed in around 20 hours! I’m absolutely dying to go!” Emily nodded, “It’s only natural to be curious, and I guess I did bring this on myself after all! I know how you feel – even my 48 hour bladder is begging for some relief! But come on, let’s get that pent up piss out of you!” They hooked up the catheter and Miranda couldn’t even wait for Emily to give her the signal. As soon as both ends were secured in each woman’s peehole, Miranda almost shouted and sank to the ground, the urine pouring out of her like a faucet on full blast. It was streaming through the catheter at record speeds, and Emily couldn’t help but let an “Ahhhhh!” out as her hurting bladder was expanded more rapidly than ever before. She began breathing deeply to try and concentrate and block out the additional pain. Miranda’s pee gushed on and on, and Emily thought that it was a good thing she was urinating so forcefully, because otherwise she didn’t know if her bladder would have allowed the urine to enter. Her bladder was now bloating out to positively obscene proportions, and Emily began grunting in pain as Miranda’s flow continued, unabated. It didn’t stop until 2 and a half minutes had gone by, and Emily was sure that the college girl had managed to add close to 2 liters to her own gargantuan load. After taking a minute to collect herself, Miranda realized the enormity of the bladder bulge opposite her and cried, “Oh, Emily, that’s crazy! Where are you possibly putting it all??” Now Emily was shaking in desperation, her exhausted, overinflated bladder threatening to overwhelm her, but she managed to get out, “I think I’m at max capacity, Miranda. Thank goodness you didn’t have any more in there! You may not have as much room as me, but you’ve certainly got a very large bladder for a girl your age!” Miranda took charge and helped Emily remove the catheter, as Emily’s need was now so urgent that even her hands were shaking, but after confirming that Emily still did not want the toilet and was determined to wait it out, Miranda helped her pull up her pants, and together they exited the stall.
Dale was in a state of shock as he watched his strong girlfriend hobble towards him like a schoolgirl who’d missed a break. Emily was huffing and puffing as her bladder contracted angrily. Quickly, Dale thanked Miranda for bringing her back in one piece, then informed her of Holly’s departure, so Miranda thanked them once more and then left to find Holly. “Are you ok??” Dale asked Emily as soon as Miranda was out of earshot. “Honey, I’m burstingly full! That Miranda was holding quite a load! It’s very difficult to keep this inside!” Emily moaned, fanning her legs in and out as she sat at their table. “Come on, you’ve done so well, let’s just get you back to the toilets and then we can drive home.” Dale insisted. Emily groaned as she forced her legs to be still and held only with the power of her titanium sphincter, then told Dale firmly, “Absolutely not! I’m not complaining about all the urine inside me – I’m just stating a fact. I feel like my back teeth are floating, but I told you I wanted a challenge, and this most certainly is one. Just think about it, Dale. I’ve got a piss that I’ve been holding inside for 2 full days, 48 hours, and I’m also holding in all of your piss in that time….and I’m even holding in over a day’s worth of piss from two college girls who bloated out their bladders by drinking all the time! That has to excite you, doesn’t it?” Emily moved her hand discreetly to Dale’s crotch under the table, and found him to be so hard that it was like touching diamond. Dale actually emitted an involuntary grunt as Emily’s hand made contact with his throbbing member, and for Emily, that settled things. She looked Dale right in the eye and told him, “No matter how painful this is, I’m going to burn out all of my endurance to hold this in for you. Now let’s get everything packed up and get to the car before I spring a leak!”
At Dale’s suggestion, Emily waited at the table while he ran up to their room to fetch their luggage. Truth be told, it was probably smarter that way, because Emily was sure she’d be a liability to Dale with how slowly she’d have to walk to make it back to the room. Her lower half was inflamed with pain. She couldn’t remember ever filling her bladder to such a degree. She’d thought she was about maxed out before Miranda’s final load, but that girl had sent her bladder capacity into the stratosphere. Emily could feel her peehole fighting her, wanting to release and blow out all of her long held pee. It was like her body knew that her natural limit had finally been reached and was trying to save itself from harm by releasing, but Emily’s mind refused this request. She still had the final say over whether or not her sphincter muscle let go, though if she continued to clench it as hard as she was having to, she wasn’t sure how long she had until it became too tired to conform to her wishes. Emily closed her eyes, set her jaw, and reaffirmed to herself that she would hold it as long as was necessary. It was the least she could do for her loving boyfriend. Besides, taking the urine of Miranda and Holly had been her idea, and she was prepared to suffer for it. It felt like hours before Dale returned, but was probably no more than 15 minutes. He had packed the bags away into the car, so all Emily had to do was stand up and walk out of the hotel and to the car with him. This proved to be much more difficult than originally anticipated, but with a herculean display of willpower, Emily managed to stand straight, ignoring the wails of her aching, overstretched bladder, and walked with small, fleeting steps all the way to the car, Dale’s arm placed around her lower back for support the entire way. “You’re so good to me,” Emily smiled at him and gave him a kiss as he helped her into the passenger seat. “And you to me!” Dale exclaimed, kissing her again with more vigor. Emily reciprocated until an especially sharp pang from her bladder reminded them both that they were on a very time-sensitive schedule. “Ok, let’s get you home! Don’t have a wee on the car seat!” Dale laughed, and Emily socked him lightly on the shoulder, “I have never done such a thing and I don’t plan on it! But please hit the gas, honey.” Dale obliged, and they were on their way.
The drive went along just fine for the first two hours. Emily alternated between sitting straight up and bouncing her legs, and hunching over and not moving a single part of her body. It was clear to Dale that her primed and ready to explode bladder was the only thing on her mind, so he kept the small talk to a minimum. For her part, Emily continued to believe that she had never felt so full in all her life, and yet the drinks from the reception kept running through her and making her even fuller. She was apparently cursed with the most efficient kidneys that one could ask for. But she did not complain – she simply sat and controlled herself like a lady, as she knew this was what Dale wanted to see most. Even when a series of powerful spasms ripped through her bladder and threatened to dislodge the liters of pee, Emily growled in frustration and crossed her legs, keeping her pee stopped up by any means necessary. But she was happy that they would soon be back at Dale’s house, because Emily could feel that her bladder was reaching critical levels of fullness. Her iron sphincter was finally tiring out, and Emily was starting to sense that it might open up for just a second even as she clenched it to the maximum. And then, just an hour from home, disaster struck. Emily was looking downwards, focusing on keeping control of the distended 50 hour bladder that was seemingly taking up all of the space from her stomach to her thighs, when the car slowly ground to a halt. “Are we back already?” Emily asked, confused, but Dale shook his head in fear and pointed ahead of them, “Traffic jam, love.” He turned and looked at her shaking, maxed out body as the car stopped, stuck in line behind hundreds of others, and asked, “Are you going to be alright?” Emily sensed genuine concern in his voice, and she was no longer sure that she could hold it in, but in the back of her mind a voice screamed at her that this was for Dale, drowning out any thoughts of giving in and pissing at the roadside, and Emily gave him a firm nod and replied gravely, “It hurts like mad but I’m going to hold it in. No matter what, I’m going to hold it in.”
For the next hour, Emily managed to maintain some semblance of her composure. Her leg crossing, bouncing, and fanning was becoming more frequent, as were the periods where she simply couldn’t move a muscle, but she was staying in control of the hot, bursting load inside her. “Well, you’ve done it,” Dale told her as the time turned to 9 pm, “We would have been home by now if not for this bloody traffic jam, and you would have been able to take a well-deserved pee.” Emily somehow produced a small smile, “Yes, honey, but unfortunately it wasn’t so easy. So I will just have to keep my enormous bladder closed off for a while longer. I refuse to pee before that, even though I think my eyes are turning yellow!” But as the traffic dragged on, the car moving only inches at a time, Emily’s perfect composure slowly started to break. One hand had been creeping nearer and nearer to her crotch for many minutes, and finally it became lodged there. The second hand soon followed the first. Emily’s bladder was no longer throbbing in pain – the pain was a constant, white hot agony going from her pussy up past her navel. Even Emily’s thighs were getting weary from straining so constantly to keep the unholy pressure at bay. Eventually Emily was forced into the fetal position, her head down, both hands clutching desperately between shaking legs, shutting off a pussy that was threatening to burst open with long held waters. Dale could scarcely believe how strong Emily was, and for as much as he hated to see his girl in pain, his erection was so hard that it was nearly ripping open his jeans. The clock reached 10 pm, then 11 pm. Emily had remained in the fetal position the entire time – Dale felt that perhaps her control was unbreakable. The only difference was that now she was moaning as well, and would sometimes remove one hand from between the vicegrip of her thighs to rub her horribly distended bladder. Emily, on the other hand, felt her control slipping away. She was clenching and re-clenching her sphincter every second, and still felt it on the verge of opening up. Only her resolute willpower, and her bladder’s tremendous capacity, kept her from unleashing the flood all over the car. But she could feel that time was running out, even as she promised herself once more that she would not be pissing until she was safely in Dale’s bathroom, no matter what.
Then, as suddenly as the traffic jam had begun, it dispersed. Cars began driving off and reaching highway speeds, though Dale made sure to slowly increase his speed so as not to jolt Emily’s blown out bladder. It was a good five minutes before Emily was able to lift her head, look out the window, and acknowledge that they were finally making progress again. “Thank goodness,” she said to Dale, and he could tell that it took all of her energy to keep her voice level as she spoke. “You’ll be home in a jiffy, dear,” he told her, and she returned to the fetal position, praying that her exhausted sphincter could hold out against the incessant demands of her terribly maligned, sore bladder. By some minor miracle, with her control on the very edge, sphincter twitching madly, Dale pulled into his driveway and Emily was still in command of her entire aching, ponderous load of piss that had now been contained within her 54 torturous hours. Dale swiftly exited the car and did his best to help his bursting girlfriend inside – it took her a full five minutes to gather the will to stand without pissing all over his driveway. Both hands glued to her crotch, Emily limped inside with Dale just behind. At last, she reached his bathroom, and she entered it, regarding the toilet as one would a deity. But just as she lifted the seat and sat herself on the bowl, Emily looked back at Dale to make sure he had a proper view of the explosion that was about to take place, and instead saw him fidgeting and putting a hand over his crotch. With what little part of her mind she could devote to thinking about something other than fiercely holding in her urine for moments longer, Emily paused and asked, “Oh, Dale…..do you need to use the bathroom? How long has it been??” Dale gasped, his desperation purely evident now that he was so close to his own toilet, “Twelve….twelve hours, love. Since just after Courtney’s ceremony, if you recall. I…I saw you in so much distress that I’ve been trying to put on a brave face for you….but I’m afraid I’m on the verge of wetting myself as well…”
Emily considered for only a moment before telling him firmly, “Well honey….the invitation is still open. Piss into me.” Dale eyed her incredulously, “Em….think about this….there’s no way you can take all this as well! You’re about to erupt!” Emily smiled and licked her lips, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Dale? Finally breaking my iron bladder….making me piss involuntarily….just because I couldn’t contain it a second longer….” Dale still looked concerned, but his desperation and arousal was winning out once more, so Emily continued, “Go on, run and get the catheter! Let’s see if I can take it!” Dale nodded and hobbled back to the car, while Emily cradled her impossibly large bladder with one hand and groped her vagina as hard as she could with the other. Pure, constant pressure was the only way to hold in all the piss that wanted desperately to spray out from her shivering peehole. Dale took a few minutes to return, and in those few minutes Emily felt her control reach the very edge of her breaking point. She was sure she had only seconds left before piss rocketed out of her, but Dale was not back yet and she’d be damned if she’d held it for over two days only to lose it without him watching. With a last gasp of incredible effort, Emily staved off her ocean and held it at bay, now shouting with the effort and shaking her legs this way and that, and finally Dale returned, catheter in hand.
They were both almost too desperate to complete the process. Neither of their hands wanted to work without quivering, and the effort it took to remove them from their own crotches in the first place was almost overwhelming. Emily was still seated on the toilet, which was causing her bladder to scream at her with a ferocity she had not before experienced, but she was operating on adrenaline alone and her sphincter was clamping with its last vestiges of power. Her bladder spasms were going into overdrive, yet still Emily somehow resisted the maddening urge to piss out the urine that was threatening to explode her gargantuan bladder. Even Dale’s bladder was bloated out from his half day of holding, though it was nothing compared to the perfect sphere of Emily’s 54 hour swollen, almost turgid bulge. Emily’s bladder was so hard to the touch that she felt it was only seconds from popping. After a desperate struggle, the catheter was in place on both ends, and Dale yelled out as he unloaded his 12 hour bladder into Emily. As the urine flowed into her overstretched bladder, Emily yelled out as well, even louder than Dale. She couldn’t help it – she was just so full, too full, fuller than it was possible to be, and yet Dale’s pee continued to go through the tubing and into her, making her bladder stretch yet again to accommodate it.
After a minute of pissing, Dale’s flow was slowing down, but Emily’s bladder could finally take no more. She began yelling louder and louder as her iron control over her sphincter wavered for the first time in over 54 hours and a spurt shot out of her. It came out so forcefully and so thick that some of it actually spurted around the catheter and out of her completely, landing with a drip in the toilet. “Dale…I….” she moaned, but Dale was too focused on emptying his own bladder. Shaking, Emily redoubled her efforts, but after only another five seconds of Dale’s piss entering her, her sphincter gave in again, spurting for a full second before she could bring it back under control. Emily’s face was now going totally red from effort, as she crossed her thighs over one another, being mindful of the catheter in between them, and squeezed for all she was worth. It worked, but only for a few seconds, as her bladder had finally reached the limit of its endurance. Her sphincter began unclenching involuntarily, despite Emily’s ridiculous efforts to continue controlling herself for Dale. She desperately wanted to continue holding in his load, but her bladder could take no more. The spurts were becoming more regular and growing in duration, with one lasting a full five seconds before she could corral the flow. “Dale….I….” she tried again, making a last ditch effort to stave off disaster and contain her ocean of overdue piss.
One second passed, then two, then three. Dale was still enjoying his relief, oblivious to his girlfriend, who was on the verge of total eruption. It was taking everything she had, an ungodly display of self-control, for Emily to keep re-clamping down on her utterly exhausted sphincter after every spurt. She was now past her limits, and after another five second spurt left her body, Emily clenched her sphincter as hard as she could and found that it would not close enough to stop her pee any longer. With a crazy effort, Emily was able to slow the flow to a trickle, but it would not be stopped completely – her amazingly strong sphincter was simply too worn out to squeeze fully like she needed. “Dale!” she cried, and finally he raised his eyes and looked at her. “What is it love?” he asked, removing the catheter from his still-dripping penis. “I’m at my limit!” Emily screamed, and without further warning she ripped out the catheter in one motion from her stretched peehole and urine began to torrent out of her, unabated, into the inviting toilet bowl beneath her thighs. “Ughhhhhhhhhhh!” Emily half-moaned, half-shouted, as the insane volume of piss left her body. Her muscles were fully released for the first time in over two days, and the pleasure of letting out her long overdue piss was nearly too much for the girl to handle. Dale could only watch on in amazement as Emily’s bladder continued to contract and send the piss flying out of her like her pussy was a bathtub faucet on full blast. “Oh my Goddddd…..” Emily continued to cry out as her piss stretched into its third minute at the same impressive flow rate. Dale had seen all he could, and was now furiously stroking his own member. As Emily’s piss kept going into minute number four, Dale sent his own eruption of cum directly onto Emily’s tits and stomach. Emily was able to give a sly smile before getting lost in the enormous pleasure of her long-held release once more.
After seven minutes of the greatest piss Emily had ever taken, the pee finally dripped to a halt. Emily sat back on the toilet, too exhausted to move, covered in sweat and cum, while Dale was sitting and gathering his breath on the edge of the bathtub. Eventually they made eye contact. They both looked a sorry mess, and before long Dale had started to chuckle. “What’re you laughing for?” Emily spat out, trying to sound irritated but failing miserably, and soon she was laughing as well. Then they were both laughing, at each other, at the situation, at the sight of themselves, and most importantly, at the fact that it had all turned out alright. Emily had not pissed in the car. She had not pissed at the wedding. She had gone to extreme lengths to control herself, and she had succeeded at not giving in the entire time they were together in public. As they calmed down, Emily told him, “You know…I am a little disappointed. I really wanted to hold it for you there at the end! To show you I can hold it no matter what! But I just couldn’t, the pressure was too much.” Dale barely let her finish before replying, “Oh, Em, my goodness, you held in more than I could have dreamed! You did brilliantly! I’ve heard stories from Courtney about how Miranda would always hold in her pee for hours and had a bladder of steel, and you held in multiple loads from her, as well as Holly’s pee, my pee, and even your own pee for well over 50 hours! That’s incredible!” Emily blushed, “Well….when you put it like that, I guess I did do pretty well, huh? Did you enjoy it?” Dale laughed again, “I think the cum on your tits is answer enough for that!” Emily smiled, wiped a finger over her breasts, and then put it in her mouth and sucked, nearly making Dale fall over and into the bathtub. “Aww, well, you know, I really did like being your perfect bladder of steel girl. I need to practice though, and we need to try again! I want to show you that I can hold even more than this, and I’m sure with your help and motivation I’ll be able to! It will make me happy, and I know for a fact that it will make you happy as well! What do you say? Will you help me on this quest for invincible bladder control?” Dale didn’t reply, instead rising and leaving the bathroom without a word. Emily sat on the toilet in confusion. Had she really misread the situation that badly? Was that not exactly what Dale wanted….and the more she thought about it, what she wanted as well? But then Dale returned, carrying two bottles of water. He gave one to Emily, then took the other, unscrewed the cap, and began to drink. “Well, Em, if that’s what we’re going to do, then you better train up! I think we both need to get a lot more hydrated!” Emily grinned and began chugging down her own bottle. “And I’m sure,” she told him, “that with your weakened bladder, you’ll be needing to let your bursting pee out again before too long. And I know just the place for you to put it.” Emily held up the catheter, and the two lovebirds shared a kiss before finishing off their waters and going to the kitchen for more. |
Chapter 1
Mrs. Clemens ran into the school at the start of the day. She tossed her empty coffee into the garbage can. Having forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving home, and then guzzling down her coffee only worsened things. Her bladder felt hard and heavy, aching so bad she almost just wanted to pee her pants right there. She ran up to the bathroom, a one person’s room, there was one for ladies and one for men, and she shoved her key in and tried to turn, but no good. Sweating, shaking, she knocked on the door fast and with force.
“Um, um, are you almost done in there?” asked the desperate thirty-year-old.
“In a minute.”
With her bag hanging over her arm, Mrs. Clemens kept her legs tight together as her feet paced back and forth. She saw a couple student walked by and giggled. Embarrassing. She pushed her hands up against her crotch and crossed her legs. She felt herself losing control, her eye widening, the pain so bad. The pee inside slowly moving through her crotch, trying to push the cracks of her crotch opened and flood her underwear and pants. “No, no, no, no!” she freaked out.
She was about to knock again when the door opened, and Mrs. Clemens ran in, unbuttoning her pants, pulling them and her white panties down, and spreading her legs as she sat on that toilet. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” she said peacefully as her bladder deflated. A loud stream shot out of her, splashing the toilet water sending drops at her ass that were cold. The sweet relief as she sat down letting it all out, avoding a major accident. After a minute, she flushed, got her pants back up, washed her hands and went to her class to start the day.
Mrs. Michaud was a tall woman. Amazon lady-like tall. Her long, muscular legs made her 40-year-old body still seem like early thirties, late twenties and a ten on the hottie scale. Her blonde hair was wrapped in a long ponytail, and she wore black nylons over her tall legs, with a dark red short skirt over it. Her torso was covered by a tight black sweater. It was only the beginning of May, and a good two months of school left. The sun blazed onto the high school making teachers and students like Michaud sweat.
“Jesus,” she said, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She guzzled a large portion of her big water bottle and her throat expanded and gulped as it all went into her body.
Across the hall Ms. Lee, who was getting married at the end of the school year. She was a thin, hot blonde in her mid-twenties. Her blonde hair lased over her shoulders as a tight gray top stretched over her boobs. Her black jacket was more for show than need, since it was so hot, she wish she had not worn it. Her tight black jeans showed off her sexy crotch and ass and cut off at the ankles where she wore brown heels. Her XL Ice Coffee from the donut shop this morning both perked her up and cooled her off.
Mrs. Clemens, although her marriage seemed on the rocks lately, she remained optimistic. After all despite a tiny bit of chubby around the hips and legs, those tight blue jeans, white t-shirt with a black sweater tight over it showed off her classy, figure. Her short brown hair hung over her ears, and she wore brown shoes that had the back cut off which allowed people to see her white socks. She sat with her feet up on her desk, ankles crossed, and read aloud to her students from the poem they were reviewing.
“And to the wind, comes the night, let the rivers flow and-,” just then, Mrs. Clemens was cut off by a slight tingling in her lower body. A familiar pressure. Not even close to bad. But a slight annoyance as she felt it push up again here and there. Perhaps she should not have had her morning coffee so fast and guzzled down that can of cola from the teacher’s break room vending machine. She whistled quietly to herself as a student read on.
The first bell of the day rang, and classes ended. Everyone headed out. Mrs. Tuley, a physics teacher, had her class on the other side of the school today as most of the rooms on the other side of the school was being renovated. Construction left holes in the walls, power lines turned off, and the plumbing exposed. Some classrooms were still opened, but it was still a hassle for some.
Mrs. Tuley dismissed her class, and thank the heavens the teacher’s lavatory was right next to the computer lab. She unlocked it with her designated key, and went in to do her business.
Down the hall came Mrs. Clemens, her nice ass shaking back and forth. For thirty-years-old, she still looked pretty good. She stuck her key in the teacher’s lavatory door, tried to turn it, but it felt like it did not move. She grabbed the handle and tried turning it, but no good. She tried harder turning the key, but nothing. She knocked, and heard from the inside, “Occupied.”
Mrs. Clemens sighed as she stood against the wall across from the bathroom. Her hands in her pockets, whistling quietly. The remaining of her morning coffee that had not made it out this morning since it had not reached her bladder yet, mixed with the digested cola. Such a hot day. She walked over to the drinking fountain and took a long sip. She saw Mrs. Michaud and Ms. Lee walking towards the bathroom so she hurried back so she could remain in front.
Michaud was right behind her, Lee at the end, and each motioned their hips back and forth as they waited for the toilet….
To be continued… |
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccck!!!
Hey Everyone,
For those of you who didn't see my last story (or forgot because it was months ago) I have writing experience, but I am pretty inexperienced when it comes writing omo. My last (and first) story didn't quite work with the omo aspect the way I wanted it to, so I was feeling stuck with trying to find a sequel for it. Instead, I created a brand new storyline! I may still go back to the other story at some point, but I am proud to give you this new work.
As the tags suggest, it features sex. It is basically a sex story (another new thing for me) with omo thrown in for good measure. Like my last story, it is inspired by some stories I have seen on this site, but in categories that I feel are under-represented (but great stories!). As I said, this is my first attempt at writing a sex scene so if there's anyone who's done it before, or knows good stories like this for me to read, please give me feedback so that I can improve. As always, any criticism or ideas are greatly appreciated and I hope to keep this thread going for quite some time. Now, without further ado, enjoy ?
P.S. I do quite envy Jason and aspire to be him one day ?
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*RING RING RING*
Abby slowly opened her eyes as her alarm clock blared on the nightstand. She blinked, trying to clear away the haze in her eyes.
*RING RING RING*
Abby felt around for the off button. There it was… almost…
*RING* *CLICK*
She smashed the off button before the alarm could go off for a third time. Annoyed, she rolled onto her side as a familiar ache made itself known in her stomach. She had to pee. Bad. Today, like most days she could remember, moments after waking up she felt an extreme urge to pee. On the days when she didn’t feel that need, it was because she had already wet the bed and when Abby wet the bed, it less of a drizzle and more of a downpour. You are likely wondering why Abby didn’t wear some kind of protection to bed. That is because, secretly or not-so-secretly, Abby rather enjoyed wetting herself.
Abby suffered from an unlucky pairing of bladder traits. On one hand, she had a relatively large bladder. She could, at times, be out all day and not pee once before getting home. Meanwhile, for as long she could remember, she had had incontinence issues. Whenever she felt the need to go, she had only minutes before it was coming out. This was especially troublesome with her large bladder. Rather than simply suffering from small leaks, when Abby lost control, there was no hiding the damage. Nevertheless, Abby didn’t always accept her bladder’s limits, especially when there was something that occupied her attention. Today, was one of those days.
As Abby rolled onto her side, she looked upon her boyfriend, Jason’s, face. Having been dating since she was a sophomore (Jason was a senior at the time), they were still in love, three years into their relationship. Abby was 18 and had recently graduated from high school and had, even more recently, moved into Jason’s apartment. Now that they were around each other more frequently, their relationship had become closer than ever. Jason had even been quietly making plans to propose.
Abby was gazing at his face, wondering how or why she was lucky enough to have someone like him. They had met in the drama department, when one of his friends had won a bet, forcing him to audition for the upcoming musical. Abby, who was a frequent in the department, was instantly in love, or in “high school” love, that is. She found him incredibly attractive, as did almost every girl at the school, making Abby feel even more lucky, for having been the one to win the prize.
Abby’s bladder throbbed hard, reminding her of her need, and to spare the bed, as well as prolong the struggle which was starting to make her throb in other ways, she shoved one hand into her pussy and gripped, trying to hold in the gallons of piss that were trying to escape from their night of captivity. In this desperate process of keeping her panties (she only slept in panties) dry, she accidentally shook the bed, waking up Jason.
Jason, who was not yet awake enough to realize what was going on, reached one arm over Abby and pulled her closer to him. Abby, getting increasingly turned on, as well as increasingly wet keeping herself dry, didn’t resist. Jason was by now fully, or almost fully awake. He realized how desperately Abby needed to piss by the tense, furrowed expression on her face, and his erection went from morning wood to throbbing with anticipation. While Abby enjoyed feeling the desperation to pee, and the eventual wetting as well, Jason practically lived for it. He would challenge her at times to hold it and she, loving both the challenge as well as the competition, often agreed. Their sex life wasn’t limited to pee play, although it was certainly entwined.
With their bodies up against each other, Jason guided Abby to flip over so that she was facing away from him. They were both breathing heavily, wanting what was coming, but not wanting it to be over. In position, Jason first leaned his head in, not quite getting to her face before stopping and lightly biting her neck. She closed her eyes and began writhing in pleasure. Jason wasn’t about to let her get away. He reached an arm over her curvy, sexy, delicious body and worked his hand down from her stomach to her bladder, pausing for a moment to push slightly on the bulge that had formed before grabbing it and squeezing.
“Oh g-god Jason, I’m about to fucking p-piss,” Abby gasped between staggered breaths. Her writhing, which only a moment ago had been caused by intense sexual pleasure, was now increased by the imminent flood that would surely erupt from her pussy any moment. Her hands had never left her crotch after being plunged there to hold her pee, but she now found herself rubbing as well. She realized that by now, a squirt or two wouldn’t even be noticeable with how wet she was already.
Jason, for his part, knew how to work her and push all the right buttons. His hand left her poor bladder and went right into her panties, pushing Abby’s hands out of the way and he began vigorously rubbing her clit. Once again, her writhing doubled, and she almost screamed with pleasure. Her clit and vulva were swollen and already glistening with wetness. She was panting like an animal and Jason’s state was similar, although he retained control of the situation.
“You like that, don’t you,” Jason asked, slowly whispering into her ear. A loud moan was the only response he got.
Abby wasn’t the only one swollen. Jason felt like his dick would soon burst with cum, but he wanted to prolong the situation a bit longer. Abby was grinding hard into his hand and he knew that she was close to cumming, herself. He also knew that with her bladder, whenever she came, she pissed uncontrollably. With the load she was holding at the moment, it would be like Hoover Dam erupting, in a golden flood of piss and womanly juices. He had seen it happen many times before.
“I-I’m… I-I’m g-g-gonna…” Abby was trying to say something, but couldn’t form a sentence. Jason knew exactly what she was trying to say. In one motion, Jason rolled onto his back, picked Abby up and laid her on top of him. Although she wasn’t much help in her current state, Abby tried to not be dead weight. Jason picked up Abby once again and, while dropping her down facing toward him, thrust his dick hard into her. They both groaned loudly as each had a powerful orgasm. Jason pumped in and out while his cum sprayed into Abby’s waiting pussy.
The loudest sound of all, perhaps, was the hiss of Abby releasing her pent-up piss balloon all over Jason and the bed. The walls were not even fully spared as her piss sprayed wildly. Even after Jason finished his thrusts, Abby was still grinding and pissing away. When her stream died down, she forced out the last few squirts, watching them land on Jason’s already drenched chest. Exhausted, Abby collapsed on top of Jason, enjoying feeling her pee all over him, a thin layer of wetness separating their bodies. They each spent a minute or so, catching their breath after the morning’s unexpected workout. Abby kissed her boyfriend, showing her satisfaction with how things had gone.
“I love you,” she said. “What do you want to do today?”
He gave her a smirk before answering. “Well,” he replied, “I’m not sure. But I don’t think you’re going pee again for... a while.”
Abby’s eyes lit up and she kissed him again, hard. They both thought that was a lovely way to start a day. |
Here's part two everyone! This part has the format and style that I'm planning on keeping for the rest of this storyline in terms of the times and the leaning toward omorashi being almost a side-story. I hope you enjoy! Feel free to give advice/criticism as always, and feel free to make suggestions about where to take this in the future, as well! Also, I am purposely not going too deep into character descriptions and backstories all at once, making it in pieces, because I know that when I do it all at once I tend to get long-winded, but if there is anything you want to know about either character, please ask and I'll answer. I know that it can be hard to get into a story if you have questions about the characters. Anyway, enjoy!
Part Two
“I don’t think you are going to pee again for… awhile.”
Hardly letting Jason finish his sentence, Abby had kissed him, graciously accepting what the day, or a few days she hoped, might hold in store. The couple had not yet done enough of these challenges for them to become boring or predictable. Jason had done a good job of keeping them interesting and keeping Abby off her guard, always surprised by the next turn. Admittedly, some of them had been inspired by what Jason had seen online. Nevertheless, both of them enjoyed the struggle and Jason even played along at times. What made them work so well was the amount of planning and preparation that Jason put into each of these holding days. Abby secretly hoped to be plan one of these for Jason to muddle through one day, but this day’s target was Abby’s bladder.
Abby broke off the kiss and came back to reality. She was laying on top of Jason and they were both covered in her pee, along with their bed and sheets. They were both soaked from their necks down almost to their ankles. Resigned to the fact that they couldn’t stay there all day, and knowing that the longer she was wet the sooner she’d have to pee again, Abby slowly got off Jason and the bed, stripping off her drenched panties and bra. Jason stood from the bed as well, but he had nothing to take off.
“If you go ahead and start the shower, I’ll put these in the wash and join you in a minute.” Jason motioned to their bed as he spoke. With a wink of her eye and a playful flip of her hair, Abby made her way to the bathroom and turned on the shower; they both liked it warm, but not too hot.
Jason, meanwhile, stripped the bed, bundling up the sheets with Abby’s clothes – he paused to admire her panties – before checking the clock on his way out of the room. [9:04 AM]
[9:22 AM] Freshly washed and dried – and freshly emptied for Jason – the couple went back to the bedroom to get dressed. Abby, as usual for a challenge day like this, sat on the bed, letting Jason choose what she would wear. While Abby didn’t fully enjoy giving up control like this, she knew that Jason was in control of the day’s activities and would dress her appropriately for them. Or inappropriately, as they were both in that sort of mood.
Jason liked to tease her as he was “choosing” what she would wear. In truth, each of these planned days took him a week or more of planning time, some of which was dedicated to what her outfit would be. It helped that Abby had few boundaries with what she would wear. Abby would essentially wear anything that wasn’t technically illegal.
A curvy girl, Abby was pure beauty. For a certain eye, anyway, including Jason’s. She had large breasts and a large, but firm, ass, not to say that her waist was thin. She would be considered “overweight” by a doctor, but because she primarily carried weight in her bust and hips, the proportions made her very attractive. She rather enjoyed showing off her ample cleavage and ass, knowing how many heads turned when she entered a room.
Jason went through each drawer, slowly putting together what Abby would be wearing that day. He started with her underwear drawer. After some brief consideration and slight second-guessing, he pulled out a light blue thong. He knew Abby liked wearing thongs best because of both how much it showed her off and the added comfort for someone of her proportions. Next, Jason went to her bras, opting for a lacy, black bralette. Jason and Abby both knew the same thing about her bras, she only wore bralettes to the beach. This clicked in Abby’s mind and she began to see what her day held in store. Jason moved on to the rest of her outfit, pulling out a very short black skirt, that barely hung past her ass. Jason thought this would be well suited for a beach day. He finished by pulling out a bright red crop top, which, following his pattern, barely contained her breasts. Jason stepped back from the dresser, waiting for Abby to put on what he had picked for her.
“I see what kind of mood you’re in,” Abby said playfully. She stood, facing the mirror, and began to slowly, teasingly, dress herself. Beginning with the panties, seductively wiggling her butt before pulling on her skirt. She slipped on the bralette, followed by her top. Not only was it very high cut and tight, clinging to her chest, it also had a large opening in the front, showing her cleavage. Dressed and feeling sexy, Abby turned to look at Jason, noticing that his dick was once again swollen beyond belief. Clearly, he was pleased with his work and he had a devilish grin on his face. Abby felt a rush of adrenaline as she could only imagine what was ahead of her. [9:40 AM]
[10:13 AM] Abby and Jason had just finished breakfast and were ready to leave for the day. While Jason cleared their dishes and began rinsing them in the sink, Abby sat quietly at their kitchen table, shifting around in her seat as she felt her bladder beginning to fill. She had purposely asked for a second glass of orange juice that morning, wanting to have the most interesting day possible, but she was now left wondering how long she’d be able to hold it. The day didn’t end when she peed herself, she knew, and she didn’t have a change of clothes.
The running water in the sink certainly didn’t help her condition. Her bladder pulsed and she shoved a hand under her skirt, grabbing her pussy to keep her piss inside her ever-filling bladder. Jason finished in the sink and turned around to the sight of his 20-year-old girlfriend, hunched over in her seat grabbing her pussy and gripping tightly. “Ready to go?” Jason asked.
“Can I please pee first? My bladder’s on fire and my pussy’s tingling.” Abby used her adorable, pleading eyes. She knew that this would only make a “no” more likely, but it certainly added to the pleasurable tingles.
“My girlfriend is a big girl who isn’t going to piss herself in my car. You can hold it until I tell you to pee. Come on, it’s time for us to go.” Abby did as she was told, slowly standing, keeping herself hunched over with a hand holding her pee hole closed. “And stop rubbing yourself, making yourself squirt counts as pissing yourself and we don’t need that.” Once again, Abby did as instructed, carefully prying her hand away and standing up straight, although her legs were still pressed tightly together.
“Show me your hand.” Abby reached her hand forward and Jason could see that it was quite wet. “Hmm. I think we need to do an underwear check.” Jason knelt in front of Abby and lifted her skirt up, while simultaneously pulling her panties down. Jason, whose face was only inches away from Abby’s quivering pussy, could see that it was indeed quite wet. Looking down, there were even a few drops on the floor. Jason inhaled deeply. “It looks like my girlfriend is just a very naughty girl.”
Jason pulled her panties back up before standing and heading to the door. “Time to go,” he said. Abby half walked, half waddled her way to and out the door, heading to the car. “Don’t worry,” Jason said, “you’ll let it out before too long.”
With that, they were on their way. [10:25 AM]
Edited July 17, 2018 by Macson
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Part Three
[12:40 PM] It was an hour-long drive from Jason’s apartment to the beach, without traffic. Normally it took around 90 minutes to get there, but it could vary greatly with the time of day. The couple had been driving for just over an hour and they were nearing their destination. As desperate as Abby had been when they left, it had only gotten ten times worse. The entire drive consisted of her desperately gripping her crotch with both hands, with her legs pulled up to her chest, knees locked together. She couldn’t sit still at all, shifting rapidly from side to side, her eyes scrunched tightly shut, forcing herself not to pay any attention to how far they had left to go. Her bladder was very full, creating a small, but noticeable bulge in her lower stomach. Her pussy felt like a fire hose that had a knot preventing the water, her pee, from escaping. Meanwhile, she was getting increasingly turned on. Her panties were already very wet, and she knew they would absorb almost nothing if she started to lose her grip. At this moment, Abby wanted nothing more than to cum and release all her pee, but for the sake of the challenge, and Jason’s car seat, she continued her struggle.
Jason, meanwhile, was loving every second, although he was beginning to feel his own bladder filling up. He had plans for his own bladder this day, as well, but his mind couldn’t seem to stray from Abby’s sexy figure, curled up in her seat, containing her huge load of piss. With her knees tucked in, her panties, with their large incriminating wet spot, were visible to anyone who chose to look. That being said, anyone would’ve assumed from her position and expression that she was just a young, horny girl, masturbating freely. In reality, this was not far from the truth. Jason could tell that Abby was nearing her limit and they were still about ten minutes from the beach. While her desperation came in waves, each wave was progressively harder to hold back. He could hear Abby whimpering from the strain and knew that she was going to start leaking soon.
As much as her situation was enthralling him, Jason’s bladder was beginning to make itself known. He could feel his piss boiling, but with his hard-on he knew that he still had some time before it would get bad. Jason rarely engaged in holding, himself, but Abby loved it when he did, and he knew it would only make this day extra special. They were still five minutes away, but Abby’s hold was slipping. Her moans were getting louder and more urgent. Jason realized that he either needed to help her hold it or accept a wet car seat. Drenched, would’ve been more accurate. Jason reached a hand over and began rubbing Abby’s leg. He could tell that she was at her limit, but refusing to give in. She snapped her neck to the left and looked at his face. Abby’s face conveyed the pleading tone in her voice.
“How much longer?” Abby snapped at Jason with the question, unsure if she could even hold it long enough to hear his answer.
“It’s just a few minutes, babe. Like two or three minutes.” Jason replied with sympathy. This was not a time to play up the macho, dom/sub vibe. They both just wanted her to hold it as long as possible.
“I can’t wait that long! Hnnnnnnnnnnn” Another spasm sent a shockwave through Abby’s bladder and she couldn’t fully contain this one. Her hands began frantically rubbing her pee hole as a hard spurt shot past her defenses and arced out of her panties, landing on the dash board and even getting a little on the windshield. Abby was watching their drive intently now, trying to time her leap out of the car for as soon as it was stopped. She saw that they were now pulling into the parking lot. She began counting down from twenty, planning to jump from the car as soon as she got to one.
Jason noticed that the parking lot was rather full. It’s a Saturday, he remembered, the busiest day at the beaches in this area. He knew what Abby was planning to do and he intended to not let it happen. As he turned off the engine, he, in one swift motion, took off his seatbelt and opened his door, slamming it behind it before racing around the car. When he got to the passenger side, he realized that Abby hadn’t moved. He discovered that she was too desperate to even move, and that he would have to help her out of the car. Jason opened the door and Abby was whimpering again. He reached in and unclipped her seat belt, freeing her to move.
“I can’t move Jason, I’m losing it!”
“Come on babe, just step out of the car.”
“I can’t! It’s gonna come out!”
“No it’s not, come on!”
Time was not on his side, he knew. He reached into the car again, scooping up Abby in his arms and lifting her out of the car. He set her down on her feet but had to lean her against the car for balance. Before she had a chance to release her piss, Jason knelt as he had done earlier, albeit with a different purpose this time. Just as before, he had to pry her hands away and her legs apart. Her legs were visibly shaking as he held up her skirt and yanked down her panties, revealing her drenched, swollen, throbbing, pussy.
Abby was clearly seconds away from pissing, and cumming as well. Without a second to lose, Jason’s mouth went to work, lapping up all of Abby’s juices before going to work on her clit. She was squirming for more than one reason. Her whimpers had changed to moans, and she could feel the building pressure inside her. Jason, seizing his opportunity, reached behind her, grabbing her ass and pulling her even closer to him. This was too much for Abby to take. With a final wave of pleasure and desperation, the dam broke and Abby came, while pissing. It only made it better that all of this was directly on Jason’s face.
After what felt like two minutes, but was probably closer to twenty seconds, Abby’s stream died down and both needed to catch their breath. Panting, Abby felt so lucky to have met someone who could indulge in the same things as her, things that would be considered “disgusting” by so many others. Jason felt exactly the same, and would have given anything for every day to be just like this one.
“That was awesome, Jason,” Abby said while still finding her breath and her footing.
“Totally, Abs, now let’s go have a beach day.” [1:02 PM]
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So, this is basically the game 'Life is Strange' but a bit wetter. I highly recommend playing it first if you plan to, because there are spoilers in here. I've cut out some parts and have reduced some parts in size, changed up a lot of the conversation (except for the very beginning) either because I wanted to or because it fit better with the changes I made to the story, but still large parts are pretty similar with the difference of you, the reader, not having any choices to make. It's a great game that isn't too expensive, so try it out!
At the moment I've finished chapter one, but I've split it in two because it'd be a long read otherwise. I don't know if I'm gonna do the whole series, you'll just have to see. If you've read my work before I'm sure you're familiar with my unreliability in following up on larger projects so keep that in mind.
Chrysalis part I
A loud roar of thunder fills Max Caulfield’s ears. She opens her eyes and pushes the upper part of her body up from the ground she is laying on, looking around to the trees in the darkness of the night, occasionally lighting up through the lightning coming from the sky. She is cold, and soaked from top to toe because of the rain pouring down on her.
“Where am I? What’s happening?” she thinks to herself. “I’m trapped in a storm? How did I get here? And where is ‘here’?”
She looks around some more, until she finds a familiar sight.
“Wait, there’s the lighthouse. I’ll be safe if I can make it there. I hope. Please let me make it there…”
She lifts up her arm to protect her face from the onslaught of wind and rain on her face, while walking up towards the lighthouse. “Come on Max, you can make it…” she thinks.
“Holy shit,” she exclaims as she makes it up there, and is greeted by the sight of a huge tornado heading straight for the town below. In the corner of her eye, a speedboat flies through the air and straight into the lighthouse, breaking the top of the latter apart and sending it straight down to where she stands.
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“Whoa!” she thinks as she lifts her head up from her desk. “That was so surreal.” In the background her teacher, Mr. Jefferson, was talking but she barely registered. “Okay… I’m in class… Everything’s cool… I’m okay…”
A piece of paper flies across the room from Taylor’s hand straight into Kate’s face and Victoria’s phone vibrates as Jefferson asks the class a question, but Max’s mind is still preoccupied. “I didn’t fall asleep, and... that sure didn’t feel like a dream… weird.”
A girl to her left perks up and answers the teacher. “Diane Arbus!”
“There you go Victoria! Why Arbus?” Mr. Jefferson continues.
Victoria answers and the teacher continues to lecture, mentioning something about framing people in dark corners and desperation, but Max isn’t paying attention. She is looking around at all her stuff on and around her desk for some reason, examining her pencil case, diary, bag and a loose photo on her desk, making comments to herself about every object. When she notices her old-school camera, she almost instinctively takes a picture with it, making everyone in the class turn shift their focus to her.
“Shhhh, I believe Max has taken what you kids call a “selfie”… A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Max… has a gift,” Jefferson interrupts his lesson.
“Crap, now everyone is paying attention to me,” Max thought. “Why did I have to do that? Nobody was even noticing me!”
The sudden flush of anxiety makes her realize the sound of the rain and the extremely realistic feel of soaked clothes had made her need a bathroom… But now, she has to pretend she is paying attention!
“Now Max, since you’ve captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?”
Shit. She read about this, but now her mind is blank and the only thing she can think off is to keep herself from shifting in her seat, now that her bladder is suddenly making its status known. The last thing she needs right now is everybody noticing she has to pee.
“You’re asking me? Let me think… Um…” she says sheepily. Mr. Jefferson is not amused by it. “You either know this or not, Max. Is there anybody here who knows their stuff?” he says in an annoyed tone.
Of course, Victoria has the right answer and is happy to show off. The Daguerreian process. “I knew that!” she thinks, but now it’s too late. Victoria is mocking her and Taylor laughs along, causing Max to hang her head in shame as Jefferson continues to explain it. At least now everyone’s head has turned back to the teacher, giving Max the opportunity to cross her legs and give her crotch a squeeze, relieving her of the immediate pressure. Moments later, the bell rings.
Max packs her stuff and gets up from her seat as Jefferson addresses some students. Her bladder is uncomfortably full but now that she knows it, it’s manageable.
“…and yes Max, I see you pretending not to see me,” Jefferson says as Max sighs. Now that she has her bladder under control, she stays behind while everyone except Kate and Victoria leaves and walks around the room, taking in every detail she can, making a photo of some etched marks and making conversation with a sad Kate, apologizing for her answer earlier. Luckily Kate is understanding. She always is.
Behind her, she picks up the paper ball that was thrown into the sad girl’s face. “Dear Kate, don’t forget to use the bathroom today!” it says. “Why would Taylor write that?” Max thinks. It brings her attention back to the bathroom though, and she realizes she’d better go take care of business.
“I see you Max Caulfield. Don’t even think about leaving here until we talk about your entry,” Jefferson calls out as she tries to leave the premises, referring to the photo contest. “Crap!” she thinks to herself. “Of course he wants to keep me here now! Well, I’ll just have to hold on for now.” It slightly annoys her, but she isn’t worried. She held on for way longer before, she just has to prevent her need from becoming to noticeable.
“I’d never let one of photography’s future stars avoid handing in her picture,” he says. Her picture… her awful picture. It’s probably not going to win anyway. “Do I have to? I just don’t think it’s that big a deal” she says, trying to deflect. Of course, this results in a long lecture with Victoria glancing at her smugly. Max tries her best to stand as still as she can. When he is finally done, she is free to turn around and exit the room.
Out in the hallway, she notices all the students walking around carefree, banter everywhere, and is overtaken by her anxiety. Her bladder suddenly screams out and she can barely prevent it from emptying right then and there without moving to obviously, and she positions herself against the wall where she subtly rubs her legs together. “I really need to get to the bathroom before I make myself look like a total loser,” she thinks. She puts on some music to drown out the voices around her and to distract potential onlookers from her leg movements by moving her upper body in tandem. She is in her own world now, which eases her anxiety and brings her bladder back under control enough to start moving towards the bathroom.
Having earbuds in gives you a great excuse not to answer any more people, and the security of knowing she isn’t going to be stopped by anyone on her way there puts Max’s mind and bladder at ease. She can’t help herself from checking out all the posters, people and little details on the way there now she feels secure again. She makes mental notes about all of them, including all the missing person posters of some girl named Rachel, and even checks out her locker for a while.
After wandering around aimlessly like this noticing Samuel, the janitor, mopping up a puddle, suddenly takes her mind back to her bladder. “Shit, I better get to the bathroom now before I give him more work,” she thinks. “Why do I always have to check out every little corner I can find where ever I am? I have enough time for that after this!”
Getting close to the bathroom doesn’t do her bladder any good, and she feels the contents suddenly start to push violently against the sphincter in her urethra. Her left hand shoots to her crotch as she picks up the pace towards her destination, hoping nobody notices her while she does so. Luckily, nobody sees her as she enters the bathroom while doing an obvious pee dance, and she takes the moment to grab herself with both hands. Despite this, a few drops escape into her panties and she feels them getting damp. “Shit! Where did that come from?” she thinks as she hurries towards one of the stalls.
Just before she enters it, she is momentarily distracted by a beautiful butterfly entering the bathroom through an open window and settling down on a bucket. Immediately she forgets her need and takes out her camera to take a picture with her instant camera. As she waves it around to make it develop, the disconnect to her need makes her sphincter relax for just a moment, enough to send an even bigger spurt than before down into her panties and jeans. She crosses her legs and immediately stops the leak, but is horrified to see a small wet patch on her crotch. “Oh no! I’m having an accident for real! I can’t believe I let a stupid butterfly distract me!” she thinks. Just as she starts making her way to the nearest stall, she is startled by the opening of the bathroom door.
Immediately her heart jumps, and behind the door appears the face of… a boy? In the girl’s bathroom? “What is Nathan doing here?” she thinks. Quickly, she hides in the back and jams both hands in between her legs to help her hold it while leaning against the outer wall of the last stall. She hears Nathan talking to himself, but she is too distracted by her need to register any of it. Soon afterwards, the door opens again and someone else enters. She hears a female voice this time, of someone checking the stalls behind her before starting to talk to Nathan in an animated sense. She definitely can’t come out now; she’s trapped!
Only seconds later, she suddenly loses all control. Her urine violently streams into her panties and against the crotch of her jeans. Warmth quickly spreads to the back, front and down her legs on all sides as she gives up and spreads her legs. She looks in panic through freshly forming tears straight down at the urine making its way through her jeans, into her shoes and onto the floor, forming a huge puddle in between her feet. The tears are now rolling down Max’s cheeks and her vision is blurry. She felt so humiliated! Why did this still happen to her, even now she’s an adult? She came here for a fresh start! She has to get out of this mess! “Please… just let time reverse… and I’ll go to the bathroom much quicker this time, I promise!”
Instinctively, she reaches out her right hand, and it was as if time stood still… and then her vision became clearer. Wait, did her shoes just dry up? And her ankles? Now the girls and Nathan are heading out the door and…
“Whoa! What the fuck?” Max thinks as she lifts her head from her desk again. She looks around and sees the exact same scene as before in art class. “I… I was in the bathroom… peeing my pants… and now I’m back here? All because I held up my hand and just wanted time to reverse? That can’t be… this has to be just a dream, but Mr. Jefferson is holding the exact same lecture!”
Moments later, a paper ball flays into Kate’s face again… Max has definitely seen this before! She looks down at her pants… dry again. And her bladder full again. If Victoria’s phone rings again… This is real.
Bzzzzz bzzzz
“Shit!”
The buzzing of Victoria’s phone makes Max jump, and she knocks her camera off her desk, shattering it in the process.
“Okay, if I can actually do this, I might as well try it out now…”
Max holds out her hand, and lo and behold, the pieces come back together to form one complete camera and it flies back onto her desk.
“I did it! I’m a human time machine! Okay, don’t freak out. When I took a selfie, Jefferson asked me a question. If he does again, I’ll know this is for real.”
*click*
“Shhhh, I believe Max has taken what you kids call a “selfie”… A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Max… has a gift,” Jefferson says again.
“I’m not dreaming, this is real!” Max thinks. “This is my savior! I’ve reversed time! Now I just have to make sure I don’t have another accident, but I feel like I need to go a little bit more than the previous time… Better make sure I get there soon!”
“Now Max, since you’ve captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?” Jefferson asks again.
A wave of desperation hits her again as everyone is looking at her, and this time she has no choice but to shift in her chair and cross her legs to help her keep it under control. “Dammit, now everybody knows I have to go…” she thinks. “Better make use of that if I want to keep my pants dry.”
“I’m sorry but I really have to use the bathroom” she says.
“Nice try Max, but you’re not going to get away that easy. We can talk more after class,” Jefferson says.
“Oh shit, now he wants to keep me after class again! That means I really have to hurry afterwards…” Max thinks, while Victoria answers the question again. “But wait… I can reverse time and answer the question instead of her!”
She puts out her hand and reverses time again, but as soon as she stops she feels a disturbing pang in her bladder. “Better not do that again until I’m safely on a toilet,” she thinks before answering the question correctly, to the delight of Jefferson and annoyance of Victoria.
After the bell, she gathers her stuff and gets up from her chair a little too quickly, and has to keep in place for a moment while crossing her legs. She feels sweat forming on her forehead.
“Nice answer Max! Are you okay? You look pale,” Kate says to her.
“Oh, uh, Kate… Did we talk at all today?” Max asks her.
“This is the first time. What’s wrong?” Kate asks in a concerned voice.
“Eh… Nothing, I’m just tripping. I’m sorry, I really have to go now!” she says as she feels a few drops slip past her sphincter again. Having lost complete control before already, it made her feel extremely vulnerable. She hurries to the door again, only to hear Jefferson calling her out again. “I see you Max Caulfield. Don’t even think about leaving here until we talk about your entry,” he says. “Crap,” she thinks once again as she reluctantly turns around.
“I’d never let one of photography’s future stars avoid handing in her picture,” he continues.
“I’m not avoiding, I just really…”
“Biding time, waiting for the elusive ‘right moment’?”
“Exactly! And at this moment I really have…”
“Max, don’t wait too long. John Lennon once said that “Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.” Go on now, don’t let me stop you.”
“Good because I really have to leave now before my plans are ruined.”
She knew that’s probably not what he meant at all, but she was grateful to use it as an excuse to get rid of him. A small spurt dampened her panties again as she walked out of the classroom, trying her best not to show her dire need to her professor and Victoria.
“I hope I have enough time to get to the bathroom… please… please… I don’t want to pee my pants again!” she thinks as she speedwalks through the corridor towards the bathroom. In the last stretch towards it with nobody between her and the bathroom door anymore, she puts her left hand in her crotch again, and felt a small wet patch in her crotch again… “Shit shit shit shit,” is all she can think as tears well up in her eyes again. She quickly gets into the bathroom and immediately dashes into the nearest stall. As she steps in, a large spurt makes it past her urethra again. She jams her second hand into her crotch just in time to feel a warm wet patch spreading in her crotch and halfway down her thighs. She just manages to stop it, but when the bathroom door startles her again her bladder spasms, and this time there was no stopping it. Her loud, hissing stream violently hits the crotch of her panties and pants and once again she feels the wetness rushing down her legs and into her shoes.
“What the fuck?” she hears behind her. In shock, she looks over her shoulder to see Nathan staring down at her accident. Tears fill her eyes again and she instinctively puts her arm out to reverse time again, hoping it would work. But just before she manages to do so, Nathan grabs her extended arm by the wrist and pulls her out of the stall. “Get out!” He screams at her while showing her the handle of a gun. “And don’t tell anyone about what you saw!” Terrified, Max stumbles out of the bathroom as the final spurts of her accident make their way into her pants. Her squishy shoes leave behind a trail on the ground as she gets into the main hall while sobbing inconsolably.
“Oh my god, what a baby!” She hears Victoria exclaim. Max looks up and sees the mean girl laughing and pointing at her. Immediately she holds out her arm and within seconds feels time reverse once again, her shoes, socks, jeans and panties drying once again in the process while Nathan walks backwardly past her out of the bathroom.
With her clothes dry again, but her bladder full once more, she quickly makes her way into the bathroom while trying to unbutton her jeans. She wants to dash into the nearest stall again but apparently she hasn’t reversed time far enough; when she hears the door handle behind her she quickly runs to the back of the bathroom where she had her first accident and hides while holding herself with all her might while shifting her legs over each other. Again a spurt warms the crotch of her panties, but she regains control with the utmost effort while the bathroom door opens once more. She hears the same voice of the girl checking the stalls again, and she realizes she’s going to have another accident. Then, she notices the bucket with the blue butterfly on top standing beside her.
“That’s my chance to keep my pants dry!” Max thinks to herself. She resumes trying to undo her jeans while the conversation at the other end of the bathroom is heating up. Just before she got her zipper down though, a loud bang makes her lose control once more. With pee pouring down her legs, she looks around the stalls to see what happened, only to see a blue haired girl lying in a growing pool of blood, while a pool of urine is growing between her overflowing shoes.
“He shot her! What a bastard! I have to save the girl!” she thinks. Again, she pulls out her arm and quickly sees the girl standing up again with Nathan intimidating her with his gun. She doesn’t even notice the wetness spreading in her pants immediately; her main concern is saving the girl now. But how?
Then she sees the fire alarm on the wall behind her, and a hammer on the floor below. Quickly, she picks it up and smashes the alarm, causing it to ring immediately. She hears a shuffle and Nathan moaning from the other end, and she looks around the stalls just in time to see him hunched over while the blue haired girl flees the scene. Seconds later, Nathan follows. Only now that she is alone she notices that she has peed herself once again. Tears form in her eyes as she realizes there’s no way to prevent her accident and save the girl at the same time; she is going to have to walk to her dorm in wet pants!
She looks at herself in the mirror for a moment, but it only makes her distress worse as she directly looks at her soaked jeans below. Not long afterwards, she can barely see it anymore as her vision becomes too blurry again, with tears rolling down her cheeks. She wipes them away and decides that by now, all the students have probably left the building. Hoping she will be noticed by as little people as possible, she steps out of the bathroom. But immediately she is met by an intimidating posture.
“Ha! I found the culprit!” the security guard, David Madsen, proclaims loudly. “You pulled the alarm just so nobody would see that you peed yourself, didn’t you?”
“No! I… I…” Max tried to defend herself as new tears rolled down her face.
“Mr. Madsen!” she hears from a distance. “Stop heckling that poor girl! She’s distraught enough already,” the principal says sternly, as the security guard backs off. “Come over here, Caulfield.”
“Is there anything you need to tell me?” principal Wells asks Max after she made her way over.
“I… s… saw N… Nathan waving a g… g… gun,” Max stammered, “In the girl’s bathroom!”
“Disappointing display, miss Caulfield, I expected you to be more mature than to slander other students in order to escape blame for your… incident,” Wells said, loudly inhaling through his nose in a disgusted fashion. “Get out of here and go clean yourself before I write you up.”
“I shouldn’t have tried to tell the truth,” Max thought. “What was I thinking? Nathan’s dad has way too much power over this school for the principal to believe me. Maybe I should change my answer.” As she reverses time, she thinks of a better one.
“I really had to pee after class and then the alarm went off and it just happened…” Max told Wells.
“Well, if anything, I hope you learned from this to use the bathroom before it’s too late next time. Now get out of here and clean yourself up,” the principal said.
To Max’s horror, she saw practically all students in front of the school. As she felt panic wash over her, a drone hit a tree and fell down a few meters away. Behind the drone, she saw Brooke standing with a tablet in one hand, and the other hand on her mouth as they made direct eye contact. She saw the expression change from shock into one of laughter as she started giggling. Max felt new tears starting to form and started speedwalking to the dorms, her shoes loudly squishing with every step.
“Excuse me, Max? I’ve got a petition to… Oh my! Oh my, you poor girl!” She heard Ms. Grant say as she sped past her. She tried to ignore all the sounds coming from the students in the yard, rather not knowing who saw and who didn’t. As she entered the yard in front of the rooms, she saw Victoria with her lackeys sitting on the steps in front of the entrance. “Shoot! I have to walk past them! I’m never going to live this down!”
As she approached the girl, Victoria laughed loudly. “Ha! I didn’t know you were such a baby, Max! Why aren’t you taking a selfie now? Wait, let me help you!”
The mean girl quickly pulls out her phone as Max instinctively covers her crotch with both her hands, but of course she couldn’t hide the full extent of her accident.
“Don’t worry, I’ll put a nice vintage filter on this before I post it all over social media,” Victoria said while Taylor and Courtney giggle behind her. “Oh, did you want to get to your room? I guess you have to come up with another way.”
Through her tears Max notices the sprinklers right next to the steps. As Samuel ascends a ladder with a paint bucket in his hands, Max notices the open door on the end of the building and comes up with a plan. Inside the janitor’s closet, she changes the pressure on the sprinklers and turns them on.
“Wow, what the hell?” she hears Victoria exclaim. The three girls get up from the steps after being sprayed by water. “Water all over my cashmere! We can’t even chill on the steps?”
“Chill, victoria, we’ll get some towels,” Courtney says as her and Taylor make their way into the dorms. As soon as they do, Max notices Victoria crossing her legs while one hand disappears under her skirt. She’s doing an obvious pee-dance for a few seconds before getting back in control, but she keeps her legs crossed as she stands there. Now that she is alone, Max approaches her but Victoria still blocks the entrance. “No way, miss pee-pants.”
“Wait a minute,” Max thought to herself. “When I reversed time I had to pee a little bit more every time… If it works the same for others maybe I can make Victoria have an accident too, that way she’ll have to let me past.”
Max continued to rewind, the pee dance getting a little longer and more intense every time. It seemed to be working, until one time she got confirmation; as soon as Taylor and Courtney stepped into the dorms, she noticed a few drops falling from under Victoria’s skirt. Her hands shot to her crotch, which resulted in her doubling over and pushing her jean skirt between her legs. She thought she saw a small wet patch form on it behind those hands, and figured this was her moment. She tried to move past Victoria again, but was stopped once more. “No way, miss pee-pants,” she said again, but this time a little less convincingly while still shifting her legs. Max looked down and now clearly saw the wet patch, along with some wet streaks going down the girl’s tights. “Looks like you’re having some trouble yourself,” Max said.
“Are you blind? Those sprinklers did that!” Victoria said as her voice skips.
“Sure…”
“I swear!”
Well, one more time then. Max reversed time until the moment Courtney and Taylor closed the door behind them, and almost immediately a waterfall cascaded between Victoria’s legs. “NOOOOOO!” She screamed as she pushed her skirt in between her leg once again, this time resulting in a way bigger wet patch. She quickly pulled her hands out and used them to hide her face as she collapsed on the steps, pee still pouring out of her but now pooling in her skirt and flowing down the steps from there. She started sobbing, and Max saw her time to get even.
“Hey, Victoria!” she said. “Don’t say a word!” the sobbing girl replied.
“Hold that pose!” Max said as she got her camera out and took a picture of the scene. “No filter needed before I post this.”
This resulted in Victoria’s sobbing intensifying as she put her head on her wet tights and hid her head with her arms.
“Damn, now I feel bad,” Max thought. “Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.” She rewinds time once more, and sees Victoria soaking her skirt and tights again.
“Hey, Victoria…”
“Don’t say a word!” Victoria answers again.
“I just wanted to say… I’m sorry this happened, I know how it feels,” Max answers earnestly.
“Yeah, I guess so… And I guess it serves me right. I’m sorry for making fun of you and blocking the entrance, I just thought it was so funny that this happened to a girl my age until it happened to me… I still don’t know how, I didn’t even have to go that badly until the sprinklers went off…”
“Yeah, same… I was just about to get into the bathroom and then the fire alarm went off and it just happened…” Max said, continuing the white lie she told principal Wells. “Can I go to my room now?”
“Of course, I have to get out of sight too,” Victoria said, motioning her head to the yard in front. Max looked around and saw everyone looking at the two wet girls, everyone either laughing or looking on in shock except for Kate, who looked on sympathetically. “Shit,” Max said as she quickly got into the dorms. Inside, Taylor and Courtney run past her with paper towels in their hands.
“Hurry, Courtney! Victoria is going to be pissed we took so long…” Taylor said.
“Oh wow, those sprinklers got you way better than I realized…” Max heard Courtney say after the door opened again. “Hey, there’s no need to cry, it’s just water…” was the last thing Max heard before entering her room. |
Noy looked like the sweetest girl alive, in her Thai student uniform of pale blue blouse and dark blue pleated skirt, with her waist length black hair in a ponytail. And, most of the time, she was. But, when it came to other attractive young ladies like herself, she was a rather perverted individual. Her university was the sort where love between 2 girls could blossom freely, and she spent far too long considering which one of her fellow beauties she would attempt to seduce. Of course, she had to be interested in pretty girls as well, and most girls weren't, regardless of Noy's seductive charms. Such was the life of a gay girl. But there was one gorgeous beauty who was a definite prospect - Kanya, known as "Pia". Pia was an elegant young lady, with her waist length brown hair in 2 plaits, and she was definitely into girls. Noy knew she had better move before another girl did, but was apprehensive for one peculiar reason; she didn't quite know how to handle her fetishes.
For Noy, contrary to her innocent appearance, was deeply into BDSM. Her fantasies of sex with Pia involved dominating and spanking her. This alone would be little issue; most girls wouldn't be too put off by such things. But her biggest passion, omorashi, was a different story. She somehow doubted that ladylike Pia would much fancy soiling her skirt and being masturbated through her filthy knickers. But she could not let that fantasy go. Omorashi was the ultimate submission, the ultimate humiliation. And Noy didn't think she could really have a fulfilling long term relationship without it. It obviously wasn't something she could bring up on the first date, or the second, or the third, or...how could she possibly ever bring it up?
In a way, Pia brought it up first. One fateful day, at the start of a long lecture, Pia felt a sudden urge to poo. She wasn't sure why, though she suspected the curry she had last night had something to do with it. As time went on, she could tell it was a big one. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and strained, trying to focus on the lecture. Her stomach gurgled. She almost slipped a fart, but barely held it back. She couldn't possibly let one out in front of Noy, no matter how relieving it would feel. She fancied Noy as much as Noy did her, but she was too shy to bring it up. And certainly too shy to fart in front of her.
Noy had seen enough omorashi porn to know that Pia had to poo. And she had to poo badly. She found herself increasingly distracted from the lecture and attracted to Pia's lithe legs and anguished face. Her vagina was starting to dilate a little already. She felt disgusted with herself, but she couldn't help it. If Pia farted, or, even better, pooed her skirt...she'd be on the edge of orgasm. She reminded herself to be realistic. Grown women don't poo their skirts very often, and Pia would most likely just dash off to the toilets for some much-needed relief. She briefly fantasised about restraining her, but immediately dismissed this as utterly unethical, ashamed she'd even considered it. But she could attempt to...distract Pia from going to the toilet for as long as possible. Maybe long enough for her to slip a fart. Maybe even long enough that she wouldn't make it.
Pia could tell Noy was fancying her, but she believed this to be despite her predicament, not because of it. In Pia's mind, slipping a fart would be the end of it. A pretty girl like Noy wouldn't possibly want a girlfriend who farted in front of her. As soon as lectures were over, she'd dash off to the toilets to find relief before she embarrassed herself.
The lecture ended, and the students stood up to leave. Pia held her stomach and bent over, wincing in pain from the pressure on her bottom. She hadn't needed to poo this badly for as long as she could remember. She was absolutely bursting, and it was a testament to her strength that she hadn't farted.
"Hey, Pia," said Noy, looking as seductive as she could. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the bar with me. You're seriously cute."
"Um, thanks, Noy, I'd love to, but I need to use the toilet first," said Pia.
"There's a toilet in the bar," said Noy. "Why don't we walk on over -"
"It's an emergency," said Pia. She was already concerned by all the other girls heading for the toilets in front of her. Noy was blocking her way. By the time she got there, she'd be near the back of the queue.
"An emergency?" said Noy, acting dumb. "You mean you don't think you can make it to the bar?"
"Yeah," said Pia, blushing. She strained against the massive pressure on her bottom. "Noy, please, get out of the way. I really need to go. Now."
"OK, fine", said Noy, very slowly walking towards the door. "If you're using the toilet here, I'll use it, too."
Pia hurried to the door as quickly as she could, holding her bottom with one hand. Noy giggled. She was trembling with arousal already. Now if only she'd slip a fart...
Noy took her place behind Pia in the toilet queue. Pia was bent over, holding her stomach, sweating from the strain.
"Hey, Pia," said Noy, "are you sure about going here? The queue's pretty long. Why don't we go over to the bar?"
"I'd be near the front of it if it weren't for you blocking my way," said Pia, annoyed. "Uhhh..."
She barely restrained a massive urge to poo.
"Well, sorry," said Noy. "I didn't realise it was such an emergency."
"Yeah, I know," said Pia. "It's not your fault...uhhh..."
The sight of the toilets just out of reach was making it so much harder for Pia to hold it. Noy knew about "latch key incontinence" in theory, but to see it working on a sexy girl in practice was just incredible.
The fart which puffed from Pia's skirt was even more incredible. Noy shuddered as she smelt it. It wasn't a good smell, but the humiliation which it represented was making her vagina slippery. She really shouldn't be feeling this way, but she just couldn't help it, any more than Pia could help yielding to the massive pressure in her bowels.
Pia blushed in deep humiliation as she smelt the stench of her fart. She had to make it to the toilet, agonising as it was to resist letting go. If she didn't, her chances with Noy were gone. No dignified girl would want a girlfriend who poos her skirt.
Fortunately for Pia, Noy wasn't a dignified girl in the slightest, and her passion for Pia was growing with every anguished look on her face and every fart that squeaked through her trembling bottom. Her fantasies were coming true. But would they reach their glorious climax - Pia pooing her skirt? It was a lot to hope for, but Noy was becoming increasingly optimistic. As the sweating Pia slipped another fart, it was obvious she was starting to lose control. Perhaps her knickers were already skid marked. Oh, to see under that skirt! But Noy restrained herself.
"Do you think you'll make it, Pia?" she asked.
"I...think...so..." said Pia, trying to look as strong as she could. In truth, she knew she had seconds to spare. The proximity of the toilet was making it harder and harder to hold it, and the pressure was coming to bursting point. If that queue didn't hurry up, she'd be dropping a load in her skirt, and she knew it. She crossed her legs and leaned against the wall, gasping for strength. There were only 3 girls in front of her...2...1...but with every step she took closer to the toilet, holding it became harder still. Due to not having wasted her teenage years masturbating to omorashi, Pia was unaware of latchkey incontinence, but she was certainly feeling it. Another fart squeaked from her bottom. She blushed deeper, relieved that somehow she hadn't followed through.
Noy inhaled the stench like it was fresh mountain air. The stench of utter humiliation. But would she...Noy fantasised about the anguished strain on Pia's face as her strength finally failed her and she pooed her skirt at last. Would she see that? She admired Pia's strength to have lasted so long. She was clearly restraining a massive poo, and many girls would have given in by now. Noy wondered how well she would have fared in the same situation. She suspected she'd be crying in a filthy skirt by now. At any rate, she certainly wasn't going to judge Pia harshly for giving in if...or when...she did.
Pia finally reached the front of the queue. Her knickers were still spotless white. She'd made it...almost. As she sighed a little in relief, she felt a surge of pressure like none she had felt before. A surge she simply couldn't resist. She hammered on the stall door, almost by instinct.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! I'm...I'm..."
Despite her straining with all her strength, poo forced through her anus into her knickers. She whimpered in pain as tears of humiliation came to her eyes. Now resigned to her filthy fate, she leaned back against the wall and moaned as she felt the poo fill her knickers and stain her skirt. Noy knew exactly what was happening, and was thrilled. She was on the edge of orgasm, and the slightest touch of her G-spot would have sent her over the edge. Her fantasies were coming true.
"Hey, Pia, it's OK," she said, putting an arm around her. "You held out really well. You couldn't help it."
Pia whimpered as tears flowed down her face. Noy seemed to be taking this much better than she thought she would. In fact, she seemed...turned on. Surely not.
Noy wanted nothing more than to flip up Pia's skirt and masturbate her, but knew that doing this would get her immediately expelled and probably registered as a sex offender, not to mention being completely non-consensual. She exercised her utmost restraint in just giving Pia a cuddle. Though she did let her hand creep down to feel the warmth of the poo in the back of Pia's skirt. It was a big one, and she'd let it all out.
The stall door opened. The girl inside came out, and grimaced at the stench. Seeing Pia sobbing, she immediately realised what had happened, and hurried on, feeling deeply sorry for her but really not wanting to stick around. Pia dashed into the toilet and began trying to clean up as best she could. She was so, so glad that girls wore skirts. In a skirt, she could just discard her obliterated knickers and carry on without anyone noticing. If she'd been wearing trousers as the boys did, she'd have to wear obviously soiled trousers on her shameful walk home. She pitied any poor boys who suffered similar circumstances.
Noy needed a stall as well, for very different reasons. She needed to jerk off, now. She was trembling in passion, and could think of nothing but fucking Pia, but Pia obviously wasn't in the mood right now. Unless...perhaps, in her vulnerability, she'd be up for coming home for a shower? And some comfort? And some sex? One fantasy had come true today. Why not another?
Noy decided she'd try it. When the tearful Pia, with knickers discarded, emerged from the stall, she hugged her again.
"Hey, Pia," she said. "Do you fancy coming back to my place? For a shower, and some comfort?"
"Um...yeah, I guess," said Pia, rather confused. Who on Earth would want to take home a girl who'd just soiled herself? She knew this offer would mean sex - she wasn't totally naive - but she was up for that. Noy was seriously hot.
The girls walked back to Noy's room holding hands. Noy could think of nothing but the shower sex they were going to have. Pia didn't know what to feel. She was deeply humiliated, but that somehow felt good when Noy was taking charge of her.
Noy let Pia into her room. "Come on, let's go shower," she said.
"Who goes first?" said Pia, playing dumb.
"No, both of us," said Noy. "Come on."
Both girls pulled off their clothes as quickly as they could, and gazed at each other's beautiful bodies. Noy switched on the shower, and let it run warm before stepping in. Pia stepped in after her. As soon as she had, Noy held her tight and started French kissing her. Both girls were deeply aroused, Noy a single touch away from orgasm. Noy started feeling Pia's G-spot, and Pia then did the same to Noy. Noy came almost at once, urine flowing down her legs with the shower water as she utterly lost control. It was the most intense climax she'd ever had. Pia took a little longer to come, but soon was moaning in pleasure as Noy's fingers got to her. Both girls felt a deep connection that needed no words.
Their relationship may not have started auspiciously, but it definitely seemed like one worth pursuing. |
The next day, Noy and Pia strolled to lectures as a couple, holding hands. Pia's friend Anurak, an athletic young man with a fine figure and short black hair, noticed them.
"Hey, Pia," he said. "I see you've got yourself a girlfriend. She's really hot, if she doesn't mind me saying."
"I don't," said Noy, "just don't get any ideas. I'm into girls, and only girls."
"Yeah, I know," said Anurak. "I'm just saying you're a really cute couple."
"Yeah," said Pia, blushing.
"I heard you did a poo in your skirt yesterday," said Anurak, smirking. "That must have been awkward."
Pia blushed scarlet.
"Yeah, she did," said Noy. "I couldn't blame her, though, she was absolutely bursting. I'm not sure I would have made it in the same circumstances."
"Well, it's good to see that didn't put you off," said Anurak. "Unfortunately some of the girls who saw...and smelled it told everyone, so expect some teasing. I mean, not from me, I get you couldn't help it."
Pia blushed deeper still. As she and Noy walked into the leture hall, she heard some girls whispering:
"She pooed her skirt yesterday! It stank!"
"Just rise above it, Pia," said Noy. "You've got a hot girlfriend, and they haven't."
"Most of them don't want a hot girlfriend, Noy," said Pia.
"Well, I bet their boyfriends aren't as hot as me," said Noy.
"We'd need someone bi to check," said Pia.
Noy relaxed with her gorgeous girlfriend. There'd definitely be sex this evening, but she still hadn't confided just how much she loved Pia pooing her skirt. Or, indeed, that she had loved it at all. This was a new relationship blossoming, and she didn't want to ruin it by bringing up omorashi...
...no, to hell with that, why not?
Noy decided that perhaps she could frame omorashi in an ostensibly non-sexual context. A scenario where a girl might conceivably get desperate. A scenario where a girl might, with extreme misfortune, end up weeing her skirt.
The obvious answer was alcohol, and a bar crawl. A few too many bottles of cheap lager and a lack of toilets would make the most iron-bladdered girl alive wee her skirt eventually. She hadn't got the measure of Pia regarding wee, but her admirable endurance holding back her poo indicated that she'd put up quite a struggle before giving in. The longer the struggle, the hotter it was, as long as she burst in the end.
Noy also figured she'd be far more likely to get Pia holding it if she did, too. This raised the possibility of wetting her own skirt, which made her a little uncomfortable. She'd never weed her skirt before, and always preferred the dominant role when it came to omorashi. To lose control herself would be to show her weakness to Pia. But framing the wee holding as a challenge both girls must take would have a far higher chance of getting Pia to participate.
After lectures were over, Noy proposed her idea to Pia.
"Hey, Pia," she said, "I have this...ritual I do with all my new girlfriends, where we go out drinking in all the local bars, with 1 special rule."
"What's the special rule?" said Pia.
"No toilets," said Noy. "We have to hold it all evening. First one to wee has to pay for all the drinks."
"So it's about not going to the toilet as long as you can?" said Pia.
"Pretty much," said Noy. She wanted to push her luck and clarify that there'd ideally be no toilet use at all and the loser just has to go in her skirt, but she decided to take things slowly.
"Um...I'm not sure I want to do that," said Pia. "Yesterday was humiliating enough."
"If you do it, I'll give you amazing sex when we get back," said Noy. "Better than you've ever had. Come on, do it for your girlfriend."
"OK..." said Pia, reluctantly.
*****
Pia and Noy strolled into town that evening in clean student uniforms. Pia was deeply apprehensive. She remembered the pain and humiliation of going in her skirt the day before, and was deeply unwilling to suffer it again. This time, she'd go to the toilet before it got anywhere near an accident.
"Hey, Pia," said Noy. "If the toilet somewhere was really disgusting, as in diarrhoea on the walls level disgusting, would you use it?"
"No, of course not," said Pia.
"Even if you were bursting?" said Noy.
"I'd really try to find somewhere else," said Pia.
"What about if it was literally that, or going in your skirt?" said Noy.
Pia shuddered at the thought.
"I really hope it doesn't get to that," she said.
Noy smiled, hoping for a very wet night.
Noy led Pia into a scruffy looking bar.
"Come in here," she said. "Beer's really cheap, so you won't have to pay much when you wee first."
Of course, this wasn't the only reason she had chosen that establishment. The toilet was so disgusting she wouldn't use it, and ladylike Pia wouldn't either. This should prolong their desperation a little...Noy did feel a little apprehensive about the possibility of having an accident herself. She hadn't measured Pia's bladder against her own. She certainly wasn't going to dash off to any toilets, though. She was going to hold it to her absolute limit. Whether that was enough was a different question.
The girls started drinking, and conversation flowed. Noy talked about her father, the corrupt officer who bought their family's house with bribes. He was a terrible man, but a great father. Pia talked about her mother, a surgeon, and her overshadowed father who felt insecure about his position in the family. And both talked about their awkward experiences hitting on girls at school.
After 4 beers and many minutes, Pia's bladder was starting to ache. She tried as hard as she could not to show any weakness, but her shifting in her seat was enough to suggest to Noy that she had to go. Noy herself was also suffering, but her signs of desperation were not visible to Pia, who was not an omorashi enthusiast. As the girls drank their fifth beer, Noy felt a pang of pain in her bladder, and gasped, clutching herself. She hadn't leaked, but she'd come close. She was deeply concerned.
"Is it starting to get to you, Noy?" said Pia, a little confident. "I'm guessing you'll start to regret this challenge soon..."
"No, I'm OK," said Noy, still flustered but firmly in control. "I've got a big bladder."
"Yeah, so have I," said Pia.
And she did. After their sixth beer, Pia was definitely uncomfortable, with the tension showing on her face, but Noy was truly bursting. Another urge struck her, and she clutched herself through her skirt, gasping again.
"Uhhh..." she said.
"Wow, it's really getting to you, isn't it," said Pia. "I guess you'll be footing the bill."
"No," said Noy, clearly worried. She didn't care about paying the bill, but weeing her skirt before Pia was a far bigger issue. She wanted to cement her position as the dominant partner, and a public wee accident was about the last way to do that. She figured Pia would burst before she did, based on her accident the previous day, but she now realised that she had grossly overestimated her own capacity. She'd never held to bursting before, always preferring the role of controller. Now she was in the victim's position, and she wasn't enduring it very well.
Pia, too, was suffering. She wasn't about to burst, but she was certainly at the point where she would have dashed for the toilet if there was no stake involved. She realised that it wasn't just about the money. She liked watching Noy, who had been so confident and in control, squirming, knowing that one little slip would have her weeing her skirt. She didn't know what "omorashi" was, but if someone had explained it to her, she would have started to get it.
By the time the girls had drunk their seventh beer, Noy had one hand pressed permanently into her skirt, and was obviously on the edge of losing it. Noy still clung to vain hopes that Pia wasn't as strong as she looked. Pia was squirming, and clearly in severe discomfort, but she obviously still had a bit of capacity left. Noy didn't.
Pia felt an urge herself, and squealed as she held herself through her skirt. She barely managed to stay dry, but she knew it wouldn't be long before she had to dash for the toilet if she wanted to make it. But she didn't want to dash. She wanted to win. She wanted to win so much, she was willing to risk weeing her skirt to do it. Noy felt the same. Both girls, unknown to the other, were committed to holding until they burst, each assuming the other girl would dash before they leaked.
The eighth beer was agony, with both girls clutching their bladders as they drank, squirming to try to find the least painful position. Noy knew that if Pia didn't dash soon, she was going to leak. And once she started to leak, she'd lose it. But she wouldn't give up. She had to dominate Pia.
As she tried to set her thoughts on domination, another huge urge hit her, and she bent over, whimpering in anguish. For the first time in her adult life, she felt warmth bursting into her knickers. She barely managed to regain control, but she'd leaked. She was losing it. She looked down at her skirt. There wasn't any sign of it. She could go on. She then began to consider the possibility of completely losing it on the bar stool, which would result in them both being thrown out. If she was going to lose it, it had to be outside.
"Hey, Pia, let's go outside," she said, obviously panicked.
"Why?" said Pia, smiling. "Giving up, are we?"
"No, no," said Noy, caught between her urge to win and her fear of humiliation. "No, I'm not giving up."
"Then stay here," said Pia.
Noy gulped. She was going to lose it, right there on the stool. She couldn't make it to the toilet even if she wanted to. All she could do was pray that Pia gave in first.
She didn't. Noy succumbed to another urge, and felt wee spurt down her skirt. She was losing it. She stood up, trying to at least get outside before utterly losing control. She staggered outside, spurting wee down her legs, before completely giving in. She leaned against the wall, gasping as wee gushed down her trembling legs. The relief was orgasmic, and she would have masturbated right there had she not been in public. Pia could hardly believe what she was seeing. Her girlfriend, once so confident about holding her wee, was losing it right in front of her.
As she watched Noy moaning in relief, she felt the temptation of letting go in her skirt herself. She denied it, and staggered towards the toilet, clutching her bladder through her skirt and somehow still dry knickers. Noy couldn't stop her from going now.
The cleaner, however, could. She entered the disgusting toilet ahead of Pia, leaving her shut out with seconds to spare before leaking.
"Let me in! I have to wee! Now!" said Pia, hammering on the door.
"You've had all evening to wee," said the cleaner. "I need to clean this up, it's disgusting. Go and wee somewhere else."
That "somewhere else" was going to be her skirt, and she knew it. She staggered out of the bar, clutching her bladder, vainly looking for somewhere else to wee. She tried to fight the urge that struck her, but it was just too much. A rivulet of urine ran down her quaking leg. Noy, seeing this, became even more aroused than before. She loved watching Pia have an accident, and, she was now discovering, she loved having an accident herself.
"Hey, Pia," she said. "Come over here and wee."
Pia staggered over to Noy, another rivulet of wee flowing down her leg, leaned against the wall, and finally gave in, moaning as the wee soaked her skirt and hosed down her legs.
"The cleaner was in the toilet," said Pia, blushing scarlet. "Just my luck."
Noy was still gasping in excitement, and on the edge of orgasm.
"That was so fun," she said. "Let's do it again some time."
"Actually, I thought it was pretty painful and embarrassing," said Pia. "Although I did love that moment when you started to wee..."
Pia smiled. "Maybe we should do it again. I'll enjoy making you wee yourself, after you proposed it."
Noy blushed. She'd never imagined being dominated by another girl in her life. And it felt...good.
The girls walked home holding hands, their soaked skirts clinging to their legs.
"You know, I need to wee again," said Pia, when they were almost home.
"Just let it all out in your skirt," said Noy. "It's already soaked."
Pia closed her eyes and let go. It felt so liberating to just wee in your skirt without worrying about making it to the toilet. She opened her eyes to see Noy doing the same.
Both girls came into their room dripping wet. Noy closed the door, and started French kissing Pia as soon as they were closed off from the outside world. This time, Noy felt Pia's hand up her skirt before she put her hand up Pia's. They masturbated each other through their soaked knickers until they climaxed, leaving more liquid dripping down their legs.
"I'm starting to think you enjoy girls not making it to the toilet," said Pia, finally stripping off her soaked clothes. "You seem really horny after one of us has an accident."
"Yeah," said Noy, blushing. "It's my biggest fetish."
"It's kind of fun," said Pia. "It's like a contest, who can go longest without weeing her skirt. Pretty cool as far as fetishes go."
Noy felt like the luckiest girl alive. |
Noy woke up next to Pia, and felt her stomach growl. She needed to poo, badly. She got out of bed.
"I'll use the bathroom first," she said. "I need to poo."
"I was thinking," said Pia. "Last night's challenge was really fun. How about we do another one? Like...you going through the whole day without doing a poo?"
Noy felt the pressure on her bottom. This was going to be one hell of a challenge.
"No, thanks, I'll pass," she said.
"Really?" said Pia. "Last night, I proved I could hold my wee longer than you. If you can manage not to poo all day, you'll have beaten me at that. Since, you know, I pooed my skirt. Otherwise, you'll just have to accept I'm tougher than you."
Noy paused. "You're not pooing either, right?" she said.
"No, I'll hold it too," said Pia. "I don't really need to poo, but I do have to wee. And I'll hold my wee if you hold your poo."
"OK..." said Noy. This was going to be a painful day. But if she succeeded, she'd finally prove her dominance over Pia. Pia might have beaten her at wee, but she'd win at poo. She'd seen Pia poo her skirt! It couldn't be too hard to beat that.
As she and Pia walked to lectures in their uniforms, Noy felt the pressure on her bottom growing already. How on Earth was she going to manage not to poo? She didn't know. She had to find the strength somehow. She did decide, though, that she absolutely would not poo her skirt in front of all her friends. If she absolutely couldn't hold it, she'd dash for the toilet.
Noy shifted uncomfortably in her seat during lectures. Pia was obviously enjoying watching her girlfriend suffer. Noy wondered what on Earth she had got herself into. She hadn't bargained on her omorashi girlfriend being better at holding than she was. She had to show she was the stronger girl.
Noy sweated and strained, and barely managed not to fart. Pia was getting desperate to wee, too, and was holding her bladder through her skirt. But her pain simply did not compare to Noy's. Pia knew it was only a matter of time before Noy started to fart. And it was only a matter of time after that before Noy suffered the same undignified fate she had 2 days ago.
By the time it got to lunch break, Noy was close to her limit. She'd only lasted half the day, and had another half to go. She'd barely managed not to fart, but she knew she'd be farting soon.
"How are you feeling, Noy?" said Pia. "I'm fine. I can hold my wee all day."
Pia wasn't quite sure herself, but she had to give an impression of confidence.
"I'm OK," said Noy, unconvincingly. "I'll hold it..."
As she said so, a loud fart burst from her bottom. She blushed. Pia giggled, holding her bladder to try not to leak.
"Sounds like you're starting to lose it," said Pia. "I'll be enjoying you pooing your skirt later!"
Noy fumed, but she knew Pia was probably right. If she didn't give up and run to the toilet, she was going to poo her skirt before the end of the day. She had to decide whether to try to preserve some dignity, or whether to hold to her absolute limit in a desperate attempt to beat Pia. Well, Pia had taken her up on her challenge, and held to her absolute limit. As a dutiful girlfriend, she had to do the same for Pia.
Noy sat down for afternoon lectures with an anguished look on her face. She strained and strained and strained as the pressure built ever greater on her bottom. She understood how Pia felt that day, and it was...painful, but somehow sexy. She was edging ever closer to humiliation as her girlfriend gleefully watched, just as she had done to Pia that day. This was a side of omorashi she'd never experienced before, but it was actually quite fun.
Eventually her strength failed a little, and she slipped another fart. She blushed, and strained to not let another. Pia giggled, before holding herself harder as a powerful urge made her almost leak. Poo had almost pushed through her anus, and she was barely pulling it back. Another fart burst from her bottom. She whimpered in distress. She had mere minutes left in clean knickers. She wasn't sure she could even make it to the toilet if she dashed. Legs and fists clenched, she put every bit of strength she had into holding back the poo. But it just wasn't enough. Her anguished face turned to despair as poo touched her knickers. She whimpered in distress as she felt the warm poo fill her skirt. This was how Pia felt that day. People around her smelt what was going on, and recoiled in disgust. Pia, close to weeing herself, giggled. She was aroused. This omorashi thing was pretty fun after all.
Noy sat in her own poo and shame for the rest of the lectures, then shuffled out, tears in her eyes. Pia, now squirming from the pain of holding her swollen bladder, hugged her.
"Hey, Noy, it's OK," she said. "You held it to your limit, just like I did. We're both equal."
Noy smiled. Perhaps she could settle for not being dominant. She could certainly settle for Pia weeing her skirt, and, given how desperate she was, that seemed likely.
"Hey, Pia, let's go home and shower," she said.
"Um, I need to wee first," said Pia.
"I held to my limit..." said Noy. "How about you hold to yours?"
Pia blushed. She knew what Noy meant. She wouldn't make it back to their room, and that's exactly what Noy would want.
The struggling Pia and the stinking Noy walked back to their room, with Pia clutching her swollen bladder. Noy was impressed by the size of it. She'd be even more impressed when its contents ran down Pia's legs.
Pia limped to their door, and got her keys out from her skirt pocket. As she did, latchkey incontinence struck, and she started to lose it. She felt wet warmth in her knickers, and moaned in pain as wee sprayed down her legs. Noy's heart was racing. It didn't get hotter than this. She pressed on Pia's bladder, helping it utterly empty into Pia's skirt, a huge pool growing around her on the floor. The girls staggered into their room.
"Now, let's fuck," said Noy.
They started French kissing, and Noy felt Pia's fingers working her G-spot through her filthy knickers. She felt Pia's wet knickers with her fingers, and started on her, too. They climaxed near-simultaneously, moaning in intense joy.
"Now, let's get cleaned up," said Pia. |
A Change of Heart and Pants
Persona 5 fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Nikeryda and Sake for editing
(Note: Contains minor story spoilers, and some mature themes. Reader discretion advised)
“This is your fault!”
A busy city street. A crowd of shadows gathering around her.
“Why don’t you say something?”
N-No, I didn’t…
A car dented at the front. A body lying in the middle of the road. Red along the pavement.
“You killed her!”
“She did this because of you!”
The shadows surrounded her, fingers pointed and voices growing louder. She fell to her knees and shut her eyes.
I didn’t mean to…
“You deserve to die!”
“When will you wake up?”
I… deserve…
“Wake up!”
To… d-d…
“Futaba, wake up!”
“H-Huh!?”
Futaba opened her eyes. The street, the shadows, the body, all of it had disappeared. Instead, she saw the ceiling of her room, and the face of Sojiro Sakura, her guardian, holding her shoulders.
“W-what’s going on?” she muttered.
“Take it easy,” said Sojiro, “It was just a bad dream. It’s over now.”
“A dream?” Memories of that horrible nightmare returned to her at once, with all the twisted feelings they created. If only it was just a nightmare, she thought to herself.
“Are you alright, Futaba?” asked Sojiro, “You were yelling in your sleep. I could hear you even in my room.”
It had happened again, another vivid hallucination, this time in her sleep. Futaba could not find the words to speak, and only shook her head.
Sojiro took a moment to sigh and lifted Futaba up to a sitting position. “Come on, let’s get you out of bed. You probably don’t want to keep lying in… that.”
“In… what?” Futaba sat in confusion for a second, but then gasped. She became aware of a sharp smell and a cold, wet feeling against her crotch, butt, legs, and lower back, much too large to just be from sweat.
A glance to her legs confirmed her fears. She had tossed the covers off her bed during her nightmare, revealing a large, dark patch on her futon. Her black sleep shorts had a noticeable shine at the crotch with the light on them, and a slight glisten could be seen on her inner thighs.
“Oh… oh no,” whimpered Futaba, her eyes becoming shiny with tears. “I’m so s-sorry, Sojiro.”
“Hey, hey, don’t worry about it.” Sojiro put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m just glad that nightmare is over. Now, why don’t you go run yourself a bath while I clean up this mess?”
She wanted to sit there and cradle herself like the worthless kid she was, but Sojiro would never allow that. “O-okay,” she replied, letting him help her onto her feet.
Grabbing a fresh set of nightwear, Futaba made the slow walk of shame from her room to the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she barely paid attention as she started the bath and removed her wet clothes. While the tub filled, she sat on the toilet and let the tears fall onto her lap, the running water drowning out her sobs.
Sojiro was wrong; this nightmare would never be over for her. Tonight had shown that she was not safe from an attack even in her sleep. Wetting the bed for the first time since she was a toddler only cemented it for her. This was her punishment, and she would suffer for her sins until the day she died like she so deserved.
Things couldn’t be any better today. This was the feeling Futaba Sakura had all morning as she walked up the stairs to her room, humming a tune from a retro video game. It had been so long since she felt this way, she had forgotten what it was like to be optimistic about the future. It was like she was almost floating on air with how weightless she felt. Then again, her summer outfit, a sleeveless tank top with a Tetris reference and gray cargo pants, might have helped with that, too.
Of course, this didn’t come about on its own. She had the Phantom Thieves of Hearts to thank for her new outlook on life. They had gone through the ordeal of stealing the treasure within her Palace in the Metaverse, causing the change of heart that made her into the witty and determined girl she used to be. No longer did she think of this house as her tomb, the place she was destined to die in. Now, it was her base of operations where she could do some good for the world.
But first, she had a debt to repay. Reaching the door to her room, she pushed it open and turned around, putting her hands behind her back. “So, be honest. Is this the first time you’ve ever been invited to a girl’s room?”
She looked with a playful smile at Ren Amamiya, leader of the Phantom Thieves, and his cat companion Morgana. At her remark, Ren’s eyes widened behind his glasses and he glanced towards the corner.
Futaba giggled. “Well, it’s not like I’m one to talk. I barely left my room for who knows how long until this morning. I guess you could say you guys were my get-out-of-self-induced-jail card.”
“Er, glad to hear that,” said Ren, turning back to her. “I hate that we’re asking you for a favor so soon, but we’re really counting on you to come through for us now.”
“Right, the Medjed thing,” replied Futaba, “If that’s all you’re asking me to do, I gotta say, I feel like I walked away with all the good loot at the end of a team quest.”
Turning back, Futaba stepped into her room, a shut-in nerd’s paradise if ever there was one. Newspapers and hard books littering the floor, anime character figurines in pristine condition, a high-end computer with several monitors, and a starry curtain blocking out the sunlight created an atmosphere very different from the rest of the house.
Futaba took a seat in her gaming chair and began tapping at her keyboard. “It’s my turn to help out,” she declared. “Hmph, ‘Medjed.’ How do we cook them?”
“Um, I’ll leave that up to you,” said Ren, “Just try not to go overboard.”
“Roger that.”
“Hey, Futaba?” came a voice from behind her, “We don’t have much time left. Are you sure you could do this?”
Futaba turned around and balked at what she saw. “Th-The kitty talked!?”
“I’ll explain it later. Metaverse stuff,” said Ren.
“R-Right.” Futaba looked back at her monitor. “Eh, I guess it doesn’t matter. Let’s get cracking!”
Thus began Futaba’s latest hacking crusade. Her target: Medjed, the anonymous internet vigilantes-turned-cyberterrorists that were threatening to expose all of Japan’s private information if the Phantom Thieves did not unmask themselves. She knew better, though; it was most likely some random wannabe hacker using the name to achieve their own goal. Whoever they were, Futaba was certain she could code circles around them. The computer world was where she excelled; she was not about to let some script kiddie show her up.
Morgana paced back and forth on Futaba’s bed, looking annoyed all the while. He glanced towards Futaba, who was leaning into her many monitors, her fingers dancing across the keyboard while the rest of her body seemed motionless in comparison.
“You’re just tapping away over there,” he said, “Are you sure this will work?”
“Mm-hmm… Mmm… Hmm…”
“Hey, Futaba!”
“Heh heh heh…”
Morgana blinked a couple times. “I don’t think she can hear me. Talk about intense concentration.” He glanced around the room, the floors in particular, where much of the hardwood could not be seen underneath all the newspapers, books, and garbage bags. “This place is so messy, I’m surprised she can focus at all. Futaba, you should really clean your room a bit.”
“Huh…”
“She’s not listening…” Morgana sighed. “Oh well, just waiting around is boring. Let’s clean this place up.”
Ren nodded in response, and the two went to work tidying up the room for her.
With her guests not focused on her, Futaba breathed a sigh of relief. As focused as she was, she had still picked up on the part where they wouldn’t be paying attention to her. Now, she could bite her lip and cross her legs a little more without feeling so self-conscious.
In the time since she had started her counterattack on Medjed, Futaba remembered a few things. First, proper computer hacking could take a while. Second, coffee was a natural diuretic. Most importantly, the last time she had used the bathroom was before she fell asleep from exhaustion after awakening to her persona. She didn’t need smarts to know what all that added up to, not when she could feel it pulsing from her groin.
“Mmm…” she groaned from another of her bladder’s many protests. This sort of nuisance was nothing new to her. For as much time as she spent on the computer, she had occasionally wrestled with her bladder trying to pull her away from whatever she was focused on at the time. At one point, she had attempted to use a bottle as an emergency toilet during a particularly lengthy MMO raid. The resulting mess on the floor and chair discouraged her from trying that again.
Not that she was about to do that with others in her room, or let them know of her problem in the first place. They had gone through all sorts of trouble to give her another chance at life, and now they only asked for her help with this one problem in return. What would it look like if she stopped in the middle of her task to retreat for a potty break? Embarrassing for one, it was tough enough to let Sojiro know she was heading for the bathroom.
Even without that, thinking of running to the toilet brought back visions of her past self, the scared girl that would wet the bed and cry in helplessness. She was not that girl anymore. Futaba had been given an extra life, and she would not take a break until the job was done.
“Mmmm… Come on…”
An orange glow from the setting sun peeked in around the corners of the curtains. Not that Futaba needed another marker for how much more time had passed. The growing pain in her groin was doing a good job of that by itself. It seemed for every keystroke made, another drop of urine fell into her bladder, only reminding her of how much more work still needed to be done.
She was glad to have glanced behind her when things got really quiet and found both Ren and Morgana had dozed off on her futon. That meant she didn’t have to hide her need to pee any longer. As such, she had formed a pattern of bouncing in her seat, squeezing and twisting her legs together, rocking back and forth, and anything else she could think of to keep her gray cargo pants and 50,000 yen gaming chair dry and stain-free.
But even with all her holding techniques, Futaba’s confidence wavered with each passing minute. Could she really get this all done and still reach the bathroom in time? She certainly couldn’t take a break now, not when Medjed’s supposed cleanse could start at any time. Even so, the idea still proved very tempting. All she had to do was sneak past her sleeping friends, shuffle into the bathroom, sit on the toilet and-
“Eep!”
Just the mental image of letting go was enough to make her bladder jump the gun. Before she could stop it, a spurt of pee shot through her defenses and hit her underwear, creating a wet feeling down there that made her break into a sweat. Futaba hunched forward and shot a hand from the keyboard to right between her legs. She had no choice but to divert all her focus from stopping a massive information leak to stopping a massive waste leak.
Whimpering through her teeth with one eye shut, Futaba wondered if this was her limit. She could not remember the last time she had to go this badly, even including her attempted bottle pee. Her bladder was at the fullest it had ever been, but there was still so much left to do. Was her quest truly doomed to fail here?
No, she couldn’t give up now, not after the Phantom Thieves went through so much trouble to save her. She was free from the cycle of despair and self-loathing that had plagued her for so long; to give in now would be like dropping to her previous form after obtaining a sleek, new evolution.
“I won’t… lose!” She declared as she lifted the hand from her groin and placed it back on the keyboard. “Come on, Futaba, it’s comeback time!”
Furrowing her brow and squeezing her legs harder than ever, Futaba started her last desperate push to finish her challenge. Despite the pressure hitting her just as hard, she entered into a level of concentration unlike ever before, as if guided by some supernatural force. Every keystroke, every mouse click, every last line of code was made with twice the speed and scrutiny.
Even in her zen-like hacking, she was still well aware of how close she was to bursting. The waves of pain continued as always, as did her many motions and moans to keep from soaking everything below her. No matter how much it hurt, she refused to stop. The Phantom Thieves had passed the baton to her, and she’d be damned if she let them down now.
This determination kept her going right to the very end. With a heavy, tired push of the “Enter” key, Futaba set in motion the program that would take down Medjed’s server, only to bring it back up with the Phantom Thieves’ calling card plastered front and center. That wasn’t all; the names of almost everyone associated with Medjed, including the one behind the threats to Japan, would be revealed for the whole world to see.
The program was still in the middle of progress, but Futaba knew she had won. Leaning back and stretching her arms out, she let out a triumphant cry of “I’m doooone!”
“W-what’s up? Something happened?” said a groggy Morgana as he stood straight up from his sudden awakening.
“It’s finished,” Futaba replied.
“Finished? What is?”
Futaba made to turn around and look right at the two, but something else caught her eye first, namely how visible her room’s floor was now. “Ah, it’s so clean! Why?”
“We cleaned it,” responded Morgana in an annoyed manner, “Anyway, is it true? Did you really take care of Medjed?”
Futaba looked around her room, her eyes wide in astonishment. “I handled them, and someone else handled my room! I don’t understand, but this is g-aahh!?”
Futaba’s entire body froze up. Another spurt leaked out, this one going through her underwear and onto her pants. She hunched over and shoved her hands into her legs at once.
“Futaba!” shouted Ren, standing up and running to her side.
“Whoa! What’s wrong?” said Morgana, doing the same.
“Ah… hahhh…” Forming a proper response was out of her abilities at the moment, especially with her face contorted as it was. She could not move a single muscle, no matter how badly she wanted to.
“Morgana, does this have to do with her Palace and Shadow?” asked Ren.
“I-I don’t know! That whole infiltration was unorthodox. Who knows what effects it might have had on her?”
Futaba wanted to tell them her problem was more embarrassing than that almost as much as she wanted to get on the toilet right now. Unfortunately, she knew that neither of those things could happen now. A single motion would break her hold completely, not that it wasn’t about to do so anyway.
Only a couple more seconds passed before it did just that. Futaba squeaked again right as her accident began, starting with a light dribble that would not stop no matter how hard she squeezed. It soaked through her panties and went to work creating a wet patch at the crotch of her pants. This wetness spread downwards to her butt, forming a pool that gave both cheeks a good bath.
“F-Futaba?” asked Ren.
Morgana sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose. “Wait, is this…”
“Oooooohhhhhh!”
In that moment, Futaba realized that trying to hold it back any further was pointless. This battle was lost, so she may as well get it over with. As such, she closed her eyes, and let her pee come out in full force.
The effect was immediate. A faint hissing sound started up, making Morgana’s ear twitch. The golden pool at her bottom grew outwards, becoming visible to everyone in the room. It spread to the edge of her seat, where it spilled off the chair and onto the carpet in a series of piddling drops. A bit of urine continued down her legs as well, leaving wet trails along the back of her pants and damp spots on her socks.
At first, Futaba’s mind remained devoid of thought, like a hard drive spinning without loading anything. All she could focus on was all the senses of her accident, the smell and touch growing stronger by the second. Towards the end, however,the harsh truth of what happened set in. A complete failure to hold her pee like a normal person, getting it all on her chair, with people important to her there to witness everything; she had officially hit the worst-case scenario. Her face as red as Ann’s thief outfit, Futaba opened her eyes and let out one last groan as her bladder finished emptying in the worst possible way.
“I don’t think this has anything to do with her Palace or Shadow,” commented Morgana.
“I see that now.” Ren put a hand behind his head and did his best to only look at Futaba’s head. “Are you okay?”
I am the least okay that I could be possibly be right now! is what she wanted to say. The feeling of lukewarm urine all over her lower body and the smell of ammonia brought back memories of the night she had wet the bed. All the crushing emotions from then rose up, and she could feel her eyes watering and clouding her vision.
A sound from her computer pulled her attention away. She looked at the monitor and found a new pop-up box front and center, the word “successful” sticking out like a rare drop from a felled enemy, and remembered what was truly important here. Against all odds, Futaba had prevailed in taking down her target. Sure, it had still been a messy end for her, but it didn’t matter. For a moment, her accident seemed so inconsequential when she had just saved all of Japan from an economic crisis. Her frown slowly closed and lifted into a small smile. “Gotcha.”
“Futaba? You’re really starting to worry us,” said Morgana.
“Hmm?” Futaba remembered the other two present. “Did you guys say something?”
“We’ve been saying something for awhile.”
“We’re just worried, that’s all,” said a red-faced Ren, “Are you sure you’re feeling well?”
“Oh, um, y-yeah, sure! Why wouldn’t I be fine right now?” Futaba stammered.
“Futaba...” Morgana muttered with a worried look.
Futaba looked away and sighed. “Okay, so peeing my pants was not part of Operation Medjed Meltdown. Definitely not the greatest moment of my hacking career.”
“I’m sorry about this,” said Ren. “We didn’t mean for you to push yourself so hard for us.”
“I mean, we were pressed for time today,” admitted Morgana. “I guess neither of us realized how long hacking really takes.”
“This wasn’t your fault,” said Futaba, shaking her head. “I got so excited about helping you guys out and doing some good for the world, and I ended up making a noob mistake. If my mom were here right now, she’d be trying to help me and reprimand me at the same time.”
Both Ren and Morgana glanced away, unable to think of any way to respond to the delicate subject.
“But, you wanna what the weirdest thing about all this is?” continued Futaba, “I’m… not really that upset about this.”
“Y-You’re not?” asked Ren.
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s super-embarrassing, and if you say a word of this to anyone, I’ll have to tell Sojiro that you were being mean to me.”
“Er, y-you don’t have to worry about that,” Ren quickly responded. Even Morgana formed a bead of sweat at the threat of an angry Sojiro.
“But like I said, this isn’t upsetting me as much as I thought. If this had happened just a few days ago, I would’ve wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and pray that I would just die already.” She once more thought of the night she wet the bed. Even when steeped in her pee, it seemed so long ago now, like a memory from a previous life. It was enough to make her smile a little. “But this? This doesn’t hurt nearly as bad. It almost feels like… victory.”
“Victory?” asked Ren.
Futaba’s smile dropped away as she caught another whiff of her waste. “Aaaand victory feels really gross now.”
“I’m surprised you’ve been sitting in it all this time, to be honest,” said Morgana, twitching his nose again. “You should get cleaned up. Ren and I can handle the mess for you in here. It’s the least we can do.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” said Futaba, “But, I think I have a better plan right now.”
Not waiting for a response, Futaba grabbed the pillow at her seat, patted it dry of any pee, and set it on the desk. She then flopped her head on it, and was lightly snoring within seconds. After everything she had been through today, a good, long nap was just too tempting to pass up. Knowing that there would be no nightmares to plague her anymore made it all the better.
“W-wow, she really fell asleep just like that?”
Both Morgana and Ren stood in dumbfounded silence for a while before they could speak again. “She didn’t even do anything about her accident, either,” the cat continued.
“Should we help her out somehow?” asked Ren.
“I don’t know what we could do. It doesn’t look like she’s waking up anytime soon, and she definitely wouldn’t be happy if we tried to move her or change her clothes.” Morgana paused to sigh. “And I thought Yusuke was pretty strange.”
“You mean stranger than a talking cat?”
“I am not a cat!” snapped Morgana, shooting Ren a fierce look before returning to Futaba. “Still, this girl is quite a handful. She’s gonna need you guys’ help if she wants to be a Phantom Thief.”
“You may be right,” said Ren as he looked over Futaba. The poor girl had been through so much, and yet there was no mistaking the smile on her face as she snoozed without a care in the world. “But something tells me she’ll fit right in with us.”
(A/N: This isn't the first story I've written about a gamer girl about to burst while at her computer, though the ending is quite a bit different, to say the least.) |
(A/N: This one took way longer than necessary to complete. Sorry about that, but better late than never.)
A Change of Heart and Pants 2:Confidant Rank-P
Persona 5 fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Sake for editing
Sunlight. Warm weather. Chirping birds. People walking and talking all around. The various roars and beeps of traffic nearby. Not that long ago, these would have been the bane of her existence, something she would have done anything to escape from. Today, however, they were things she could tolerate, at least while she was close to home, where an escape route could easily be planned.
But she needed to do better, not just for her sake, but for all of her friends and the people who needed her help. This was why Futaba was squatting outside of Leblanc Cafe one summer Sunday afternoon. She had been mentally preparing for the task that lay before her today. It had nothing to do with going into the Metaverse or battling sinister shadows. No, this task was far scarier than that, something she had nearly talked herself out of doing several times: going somewhere with a lot of people and getting used to being around large crowds, as she had written on her promise list.
Thankfully, she wouldn’t be going alone; Ren would be by her side. That was the plan, at least, but it required that he was actually present first.
“What’s he doing in there?” Futaba asked herself as she checked her phone again. Twenty minutes late now. She wondered if Sojiro had tied him up with some dishes to wash or something. She could always go in and see what the deal was, she supposed.
That, and she had another reason for going into Leblanc. Her morning coffee and just-for-building-confidence energy drink had been working through her body while she waited, and they were reaching their last destination before they would exit her body. Her squat especially didn’t help, since her bladder couldn’t tell the difference between it and the position she took whenever she made use of a squat toilet.
“Okay, bathroom time!” She stood up and stretched her arms and legs. If she was gonna finish her task, using the toilet beforehand would be a smart idea. It was like her video games, after all; proper prepping could be the difference between success and failure.
But before she could take a single step, she heard the bells jingling above Leblanc’s door. Out walked Ren in his casual clothes, with no bag or Morgana in sight.
“Oh! There you are,” said Futaba. “Took your sweet time getting out here, huh?”
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Ren rubbed his head. “Boss had me do some prep-work before I could leave. Dishes, cooking food, stuff like that.”
“Heh, figured he roped you into something again. Guess I’m not the only one who needs you as a Key Item.”
“Er, the what?”
“It’s nothing,” Futaba said with a giggle. “But speaking of Sojiro, we should probably let him know what we’re up to today. Can’t have him thinking you kidnapped me or something.”
Ren nodded, his eyes holding a bit of fear at the thought.
With that, the two headed back into Leblanc. Futaba could feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her. She was about to get started on her first promise list since childhood. It wouldn’t be easy, but she would give it her all, and she knew the best place to get started.
Akihabara was like heaven on Earth for anyone into the geek scene. Stores for tech and machinery for the nerd in everyone ran up and down each street, with loads of shoppers going in and out every day.
It was the perfect location for Futaba to learn how to overcome her fear of crowds. The many displays of brand new electronics would help keep her distracted from how scared she was. It was also somewhere she had been to before, even if that trip would have ended badly if not for Ren saving her at the last second.
Futaba looked up at Ren as they walked through a large and busy chain store. She had already noticed in that prior trip, but it was rather strange how just being around him had a calming effect on her. Even surrounded by strangers and noise with her heart pounding, she didn’t want to run away and hide under a blanket and laptop. She could actually focus on things other than how anxious she felt, like the nifty features on that new laptop, or how ridiculously overpriced those headphones were.
Her biggest focus, however, was how bad she needed to pee now.
Futaba realized her mistake the moment she and Ren crammed into the first subway. Being wedged between so many strangers got her anxiety up, and that always made her need to pee worse. Again, Ren’s presence kept her fears from going out of control, but there was little he could do for the other problem.
It felt like ages had passed before they finally stepped off the last subway. Her nerves calmed down not long after, but her bladder felt just as full. She knew full well the solution to her problem, and had turned to Ren a few times already to try asking him where the bathroom was. Each of those attempts ended with the question dying in her throat.
Whenever she looked at him, Futaba couldn’t help but recall the day she took down Medjed for the Phantom Thieves. She didn’t acknowledge at first, but it felt nice to show off her hacking skills in front of an audience. That was, until she peed her pants immediately afterwards, with Ren and a talking cat there to see it all. It didn’t make her wish for death like she had told them, but it was still a humiliating experience that she would rather forget as soon as possible.
She had no doubt Ren hadn’t forgotten about that incident, and mentioning her need to pee would bring that memory front and center. She couldn’t let that happen, not when she was doing everything she could to make herself a capable, semi-sociable individual again.
Instead, she had a better plan: wait for Ren to visit the bathroom, then slip into the ladies’ room while he was gone. No need to even say anything, then; he probably wouldn’t even mention anything once she got back. All she had to do now was play the waiting game and act inconspicuous all the while.
“You okay there, Futaba?”
“Huh?”
Perhaps she needed to work on the inconspicuous part. Futaba looked to Ren like she’d been caught peeking at another student’s paper during a test. “Um, sure! Doing okay here, yep, that’s me!” she quickly answered, standing up tall.
“Er, alright then,” said Ren with a slight head-tilt.
He might have said it, but Futaba knew he had to be concerned for her, scrutinizing every last move she made to see if she was hiding something. She had to distract him, somehow. It was a long-shot, but she would have to use a skill that she was still a novice at: smalltalk.
“Hey, did you see that tablet earlier? Whoever drew that was a real pro,” she said, “Not as good as Inari, though. He’s got a particularly pervy view on art.”
Futaba looked away the whole time, not wanting to see if Ren’s inquisitive stare still piercing through her. If she couldn’t think of a way to placate him, then she just had to hope something else would take his focus off her.
Just as she thought that, a loud commotion started up next to the two.
“Wh-Whoa, what’s going on!?” said Futaba as they turned to find a crowd near them.
“There’s a super-limited sale at the PC section!” yelled a skinny man.
“Three terabytes for only 500 yen!? What a steal!” declared a black-haired woman.
“That’s gonna sell out in seconds!” said another man as he jogged past the two.
He was not the only one. Futaba and Ren felt a rumbling of people moving all at once behind them. They turned around, but it was already too late: a massive crowd rushed past, too dense to avoid anyone. Before Futaba knew it, she felt herself being dragged along its numbers, the sheer body heat and density making it hard to breathe.
“Gah! Ren! Help! Teammate pulled by horde!” she yelled, flailing her arms in an attempt to break free.
Almost as quickly as she was pulled in, the crowd came to a stop. Futaba knew this would be her best chance of escape. Pulling her arms back down, she made use of her small frame to squeeze through the mess of unfamiliar faces while they remained unaware of her presence. Eventually, she stumbled out of the crowd like someone lost in a corn field, landing on her hands and knees. Oh sweet personal space, how I missed you! she thought while she took the moment to breathe.
“Well, that was one experience I wasn’t expecting today,” she said as she stood up, turning towards Ren.
Ren was unable to respond on account of not being there.
“Uh, R-Ren?” Futaba looked around, scanning the dozens of faces around her. Not a single one belonged to her friend. It only now dawned on her that she was the only one pulled away by the crowd.
All by herself in the middle of the city, surrounded by strangers; Futaba had reached her worst-case scenario. She could hear her heart beating faster even with all the commotion around her. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead, and her hands began to shake.
But worst of all, her bladder let off a sharp pang of pressure, forcing her legs together from the knees up. As her anxiety grew, her faith in her ability to hold it dropped in response. She could already picture herself standing in a puddle with soaked pants as a crowd stared and judged, the words “Game Over” hanging above her head while tears flowed from her eyes. At the rate things were going, that fantasy seemed destined to become reality.
No! Futaba clapped her hands to her head. This is just the first task on my promise list. I’m a Phantom Thief, I can beat this no problem!
Despite her attempt to calm herself, Futaba could still feel her heart beating faster with each second. She had to act before her anxiety could take over, or it would be mission failed on level one. With trembling hands, Futaba pulled out her phone and called Ren’s number, doing her best to ignore that she was calling a boy around her age. One ring, two rings, and then…
“Futaba? You okay?”
Hearing his voice made Futaba feel like she was in a post-apocalyptic film and had just made contact with another living person.
“M-Mayday, mayday,” she started, looking around herself. “I’m trapped in the Home Appliances Kingdom. The Three Terabytes war rages on outside. There are just… so many people…” Another pang from her bladder forced her to put a hand to her groin. “Hrgh… I don’t know if I can last much longer. My heart’s pounding, and I… I really have to-”
A dial tone interrupted her. She looked at her phone and saw the words “Call Failed” in an ominous red color. Her plan to stay put while helping direct Ren to her was not going to work now. He’d have to comb the whole appliance section to find her first, and between her panicky brain and bursting bladder, she simply couldn’t wait that long. She had to get back to where they got split up, and fast.
Keeping one hand between her legs, Futaba stepped off in the direction the crowd came from. She bit her lower lip and whimpered while passing what seemed like dozens, no, hundreds of strangers, each one looking more intimidating and judgmental than the last. She could only wonder how many of them were looking at her and thinking snide remarks about the strange girl walking by.
Aah, don’t think about that! she chided herself. She needed to stay focused on her target, the scruffy-haired and bespectacled Ren. Her fearless leader wouldn’t let anything stop him, especially not being lost in a store. He would be calm and suave and totally in control like usual.
Most importantly, he would be standing right over there, which he actually was.
“Ah!” Futaba ran to him just as he was about to take off somewhere. “There you are!”
“Futaba!” He turned to her, his worried frown disappearing.
“I… I, I, I…” With everything she was feeling, Futaba couldn’t begin to think of a response.
“I was about to come find you,” said Ren.
“Oh…” Futaba looked at him and smiled. “Th-Thanks. I didn’t think I was gonna see you until the end of time, but then I thought about you while I was wondering around the store, and bam, a wild Ren appeared!”
Ren chuckled. “It’s good to see you again.”
“So you’re relieved? What an incredible coincidence! Me too.” Back by his side, Futaba could feel her heart slowing down and muscles relaxing. With the terror of the crowd in the past, she felt like the rest of this trip would go smoothly now.
“Aah!?”
Until a spurt into her underwear reminded her of something she had neglected for far too long.
Futaba’s face contorted and hands snapped back to her groin to keep anything and everything else from slipping through her defenses. Time was running out and she knew it; if she didn’t find a bathroom soon, she’d be tripping the instant-fail condition of this quest right at the tail end.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” she heard Ren ask.
“Nngh, bladder status critical! Need toilet now!” she managed to say.
“A… bathroom?” Ren raised an eyebrow.
“Now!”
“R-Right! They had some at the entrance. This way!” said Ren as he stepped forward.
“Th-The entrance!?” Futaba’s pupils shrank. It already felt like she couldn’t take more than a couple steps. The front of the store may as well be on the other side of the city. Curse you, real world, and your lack of fast travel!
While she fretted, she didn’t notice Ren walking around her until he felt his hands on her bare shoulders. She jumped a little at the contact, but was otherwise rooted to the spot.
“Come on, Futaba, you got this,” he said. “Just take it one step at a time.”
“I…” really don’t think I can make it! she wanted to say as she looked up to Ren. That thought died once she saw his eyes, full of confidence and concern for her. She had no idea if he knew, but looking into those eyes made the impossible tasks feel beatable, like getting a special new power right before the final boss.
“A-Alright,” she said. “There, now, please!”
Futaba lowered her head and closed her eyes, letting Ren guide her steps through the store. With each step, she felt her bladder tremble, fearing that it would be the one that burst the dam. Even with how weak her hold felt, she refused to give in, not when her friend believed in her. She didn’t think about how many people were potentially looking at her, or how far she still had to go to reach the bathroom. All of her focus was on taking that next step, making sure she could keep it all in for just that little bit longer...
“Futaba, we’re here!”
“Huh?” Futaba opened her eyes. Right in front of her was the door the ladies’ room, a sight so good that she had to wonder if she wasn’t just suffering from some pee-induced delusion. She would figure that out soon enough.
“Aah, BRB!” she declared as she pushed through the door, disappearing from Ren’s sight.
A nice, clean bathroom greeted her, with an open stall at the end. It wasn’t more than a few meters, but Futaba knew they would feel like miles. One false move here, and her efforts would be in vain.
Come on, just a little further! She thought as she squeezed herself especially hard, steeling herself for the desperate run to come. “All-out attaaaaack!”
Throwing everything she had into this last dash, Futaba rushed forward, one hand firmly between her legs while the other caught and closed the door as she stepped inside the stall. Once it locked, she faced the toilet, discovering it to be the Western sit-down kind. She thanked her lucky rolls that Sojiro’s House had one of these, so she was well-trained either way.
Turning around, she wiggled in place while undoing her belt and zipper. Once undone, she executed her super move of yanking down her cargo pants and Feathermen-themed panties while falling back onto the toilet.
As soon as her butt landed on the seat, the last of Futaba’s holding strength gave out. It started with a light dribble falling straight down, the noise of each drop distinguishable from the other. The floodgates slowly opened from there, growing into a powerful, erratic, yellow-tinted spray, much of it crashing into the water while a bit still hit the surrounding bowl. The room filled with a loud splashing noise coupled with a strong hiss. If anyone else was in the bathroom, they would have no doubt as to what was happening in her stall.
None of it mattered one bit to Futaba. Not the noisiness of her pee, not having to do it in a public bathroom, or the desperate march she made through the store to get there. Against all odds, she had averted disaster and made it to the toilet, with only a single spurt into her panties counting against her. It was a mission accomplished by the skin of her teeth, and a victory worth celebrating.
Leaning her head back, Futaba shut her eyes and opened her mouth into a big smile. Lost in her delirium, she let out a sound that was part-sigh and part-laughter, not unlike a hyena’s laugh. Anyone else in the bathroom would think she was a demented girl, but how else was she to express her relief and joy with this tingly sensation coursing through her?
Her pee went on like this for who-knows-how-long. Futaba certainly didn’t; it seemed like years passed before her stream slowly died away, turning into a light trickle for a little bit, then stopping altogether. Her big smile died away as well, though a bit of the tingle remained.
Futaba paid little mind to it, however. The high of her pee time had passed, letting her become more aware of her situation again. Sooner or later, she would have to leave this stall and face Ren and anyone else who saw her desperate march. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so much like celebrating anymore.
But first, she needed to clean herself up. Turning her head, she reached out for the toilet paper.
“Wh-What!?”
Her smile dropped entirely as she saw the dispenser completely void of any paper, her arm trembling in the air. She was officially stranded on the toilet without a lifeline, a situation she had never considered happening despite her many hours spent preparing for this outing. She couldn’t even begin to think of a solution to her problem.
Facing forward, Futaba let her arm down, content to sit there and let her anxiety build. However, her hand didn’t fall to the side like she expected. Instead, it landed on a panel next to the seat, the palm pressing a button.
“What th-GYAAAAAH!?”
Futaba didn’t even have the time to process that when something far more important got her attention. Beneath her lap, a spray of water shot from the bowl, landing a critical hit right at her weak spot for massive damage. Her eyes and mouth shot open as sensations and emotions of all kinds bombarded her brain.
It was too much, too fast for her liking. She fumbled along the panel, mashing buttons faster than she did for any video game. Each one made the pressure and aim go all over the place, giving her bottom and elsewhere a good soaking. She eventually found the off button, but the damage was done.
Yup, I’m done here! Futaba stood up and patted her behind at lightning speed, only getting it to a cool dampness before pulling her pants back up. She shivered at her underwear making contact with the wetness. Please don’t show up on my pants!
From then on, Futaba’s only thought became of leaving the bathroom. She certainly did not want to think about the lingering tingling at a certain part of her, at least not until she got back to her room where she would be totally alone again. Her mind went elsewhere while she washed her hands, scrubbing for much longer than necessary. Afterwards, she stuck a paper towel down her pants to try and properly dry those places, for as much good as it could do by then.
Seconds later, she creaked the bathroom door open and crept outside, where Ren turned to her at once. His eyes went down to her pants then back to her red face and fogged-up glasses.
“Um, you alright there?” he asked.
Futaba kept her head down while she spoke. “C-Can we, um, please b-be somewhere, er, not people-y?”
Ren looked as if he was about to ask something else, but instead nodded and motioned for Futaba to follow. She walked behind him like a puppy following its mother, not caring where she ended up, just so long as it was not here.
“Will this do?” Ren turned to her and asked.
Futaba looked around at the alleyway Ren brought her to. While she could still hear and see people walking nearby, she knew this was probably the most privacy she could ask for. That, and the short walk outside in the fresh air helped to cool her down after… that happened. Her face wasn’t so red, and her glasses were no longer fogged up from the heat on her face.
“Y-Yeah, it’s good enough.” Futaba turned back to Ren, her hands behind her back. “Uhh, so… good news: I didn’t have a nervous breakdown or an accident on this trip!” She looked up with a shaky smile.
A couple seconds later, and that smile fell back to a frown. “And that’s about where the positives end.”
“Is that not good enough?” asked Ren.
“Are you kidding? I almost wet myself in front of you a second time. I don’t even wanna think about all the people who might’ve seen me being marched to the bathroom like I’m five years old.” She let out a sigh as if she were deflating. “My performance today was like bronze-medal caliber at best.”
Ren shrugged. “I thought you did alright.”
“At least you agree with me… Wait, what?” Futaba looked up in confusion.
“You found your way back to me when we got split up all on your own. That’s something to be proud of.”
“I, well…” Futaba rubbed her head. “Yeah, I did do that. Still, I wanna go out one time without embarrassing myself. Just be like a total NPC, that’s all.”
Ren chuckled. “You’ll get there. It just takes time. Think of it…” he scratched his chin for a moment. “Like your RPG’s. You don’t hit the max level from only one quest, but each one gives you more experience than you had before.”
“Th-That…” Futaba’s eyes widened like a kid on Christmas. “That makes perfect sense! Why did I never think like that before?” She lifted her arms and looked at Ren with a smile. “Okay then, I won’t stop until I’ve completed all my tasks and maxed out my social skills tree. You can count on that!”
Ren only smiled, for he didn’t need to say anything else.
“Alright, just gotta remember a few tips next time we’re out. First, think of you if we end up getting separated again. Second, absolutely visit the bathroom before we go anywhere.”
“See, that’s the spirit,” said Ren.
“Third, bring emergency toilet paper in case the bathroom doesn’t have any.”
Ren only blinked in response.
“Oh, and maybe we should zip-tie our arms together so there’s no chance of us being split up again!”
“Um, Futaba…”
“Hee hee, I’m just joking!” About that last one, at least. She sighed and let her arms fall down, slightly swinging from the momentum. “Phew, I know we haven’t been here long, but I feel worn out.”
“We did go through a lot today.” Ren stepped forward. “We should probably head back.”
“I guess so,” said Futaba, turning around and setting off. “It feels kinda weird, though. We came all this way to Akihabara, but we didn’t buy anything. Would’ve been nice to have something to take back with… huh!?”
Futaba stopped in her tracks, her jaw wide open.
“What’s going on?” asked Ren at her side.
Futaba lifted an arm and pointed straight forward. “Is that a retro gaming store?”
Ren followed her hand to the storefront, its windows filled with old video games and merchandise. “Looks like it,” he said.
“And someone I know happens to have a FamiDrive at their place. Mwehehe…” she turned to him with a smirk. “Come, Ren, it’s time to start your education of the classics.”
Keeping that smile, Futaba set off towards the store with Ren in tow. Even with her fatigue, she was not going to miss on the chance to help bring him into her world. It was the least she could do after everything he had done for her. After this, she would have to keep working at her promise list and give it her all as a Phantom Thief. Look out, world, here comes Futaba!
Edited October 18, 2018 by MasterXploder
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Venus loved getting the chance to go to the river with her friends. Scheduling had gotten trickier as they had gotten older, but her little group still made a point to catch up a couple times over the summer. Venus wasn't exactly an avid swimmer, but toobing was something she thoroughly enjoyed. Grabbing a couple coolers, loading up the booze, and heading down to go float for a couple hours had proven to be the absolute highlight of the American Bulldog's week.
At least until she'd gotten home.
Venus seemed to forget every year that while her friends with their dark fur may have only needed sunscreen once, she didn't have that luxury. A with hair as short as it was light, she needed to reapply more than once. Something she'd completely neglected to do as she'd guzzled down fruity alcoholic punch in an attempt to both have fun and build up a little liquid courage to talk to that hunky new stallion who'd joined them. It turned out he'd had a girlfriend so the whole idea was doomed from the start, but Venus had a great time nonetheless.
After being dropped off at home and falling asleep almost right away, she awoke several hours later to a pervasive soreness flaring across her skin. Her white fur had done nothing to protect her from the sun’s strong rays. Venus groaned as she got up, realizing this was not a typical sunburn. This was a brutal sunburn indeed. The tops of her feet sported a white line where here flip flops had sat, but the rest was a furious red going halfway up her thighs where her swimsuit skirt had lain. Her arms, chest, and back had much the same treatment.
The bulldog felt awful as she flopped herself into a cool shower. She couldn't even bring herself to stand, sitting as the spray gently caressed her back. She tilted her face back, drinking some of the water as it came down. At least she had plenty of aloe Vera, though the thought was of little comfort as she began to rub it all over her skin. The shower sound roused her bladder, which she let god of without thinking. The relief came quickly, a small respite from her general discomfort. The aloe began to soak in, thirsty skin drinking it up quickly. The intense feeling of burn started to alleviate.
Having sat in the shower for a borderline unreasonable amount of time, Venus pushed herself back to her feet. She toweled off gingerly before crawling back into bed. A mild headache told her she needed water, she was hardly awake enough to register the thought before falling back asleep.
Venus awoke in pain. The sunburn seemed to cover much of her body. She managed to get to her feet, making it to the bathroom to piss and grab an Advil. She sat down slowly, trying not to hurt herself any more as she released. Mmmmm, she needed that. Shed had so much damn alcohol the day before she must not have pissed it all out the night before. Something wasn't right. Probably dehydration due to the damn burn, she realized. Pain made it hard to focus, but one thing was clear. She needed water. Her parched throat felt like sandpaper. But the biggest concern was figuring out how to minimize needing to get up.
Every step hurt, her skin felt like it was going to split open at any moment, but Venus made her way to the kitchen. She'd bought a pair of giant drink containers at Costco a few weeks earlier. At sixty four ounces each, they'd do the trick. The bulldog filled them with ice and water, screwed the lids on, and carefully managed over to the couch to watch tv. Thank God it was Saturday.
She pulled up Hulu and saw a new Worst Cooks in America had come out. Perfect, some trash tv for a trash day she thought. She didn't even wait for the intro to finish before starting to greedily suck down the first jug.
The chefs were working on and mostly failing at knife cuts, it seemed like. Venus paid no attention to how quickly she drank, just desperately glad that something was slaking the otherwise overwhelming thirst. By the time the first one was getting eliminated, she'd made a hefty dent in how much water remained. Her stomach was getting a bit full, she realized. She must have been drinking quite a bit to have such a noticeable discomfort. The jug sounded about half full when she shook it. Good, she thought. That would help.
Venus dozed off a but as the next episode started, but woke back up during the second challenge. She somehow felt thirsty again, and the bloated feeling she'd had before seemed to be gone, so she set to work on drinking again. There was still a drowsiness in her actions, however. The heat from the day before seemed to have done a real number on the young woman’s energy. She continued to fade in and out, intermittently snoozing, waking to watch her show and drink, before settling into a longer nap.
When the bulldog woke back up, a new pressure was building. Venus groaned as she realized she had to pee. She'd considered not needing to get up for water, but not where that water would go. Shaking her first jug, she found it almost entirely empty. That was a full two liters. It was a miracle she didn't have to go worse. Maybe her body had needed the water to fight dehydration? There was no telling. Still though, given how bad getting up would hurt, she'd fight this mild discomfort.
Some time during her nap a new episode must have started because the annoying wolverine from the previous episode wasn't there anymore, so the must have been an elimination. The show was a convenient distraction, but it didn't exactly require oodles of attention be paid to it. The nagging sensation of her filling bladder was hard to ignore. Sick of lying in the same position, she gingerly went to turn on her side, grimacing as she felt water in her stomach moving. She really had too much to drink too quickit. At least the side position was a bit more comfortable though. Her skin seemed to be drying out again. Luckily She'd grabbed the Aloe, and began carefully massaging the gel into her red skin. It was tricky to work through the fur, but she did it as her skin quickly sucked it up. She started with her toes having somehow burned the tops of her feet, working her way up. Even a significant portion of her breasts had gotten burned, plus a large part for her belly where her two piece swimsuit had split. This sunburn was just terrible.
She finished rubbing the aloe into her skin, trying to go back to the tv. However, her bladder was starting to become a problem. Perhaps because of how fast she'd been drinking, she thought she needed to go a lot worse now than she did even ten minutes earlier when she'd broken out the aloe. What had been a slightly annoying nagging sensation had rapidly gotten to the point where if she hadn't been in pain she'd definitely have gotten up. Now though, she did have to decide between needing to piss and every step being painful. She decided to endure.
On screen, Chef Ann clucked angrily at one of her recruits. That chicken did not like mistakes. Something about his knife cuts being dangerous and they'd already done this before. While normally the slight drama would have been welcome, now it failed to hold the dog’s attention. Her bladder was filling at an alarming rate and she couldn't stop focusing on it. The idea of having to stagger over to the toilet though was just overwhelming. Neither option seemed like a terribly good one, but one was starting to force itself on her.
An urgent signal from her lower body forced Venus to make the call. She clench her jaw in preparation for the pain as she got up, but as her feet hit the floor and her skin started to move, the pain became too much. She let herself back down onto the couch. She couldn't possibly make that walk, but she couldn't sit on the couch until she pissed herself either. As an adult, she didn't want to acknowledge the very real possibility of that if she kept waiting either. Every passing minute seemed to be having a terrible effect on her. The point of there simply being too much inside was coming, and coming quickly.
The bathroom had never seemed so far, and even on her drunkest weekends she didn't think her bladder had ever been this full. Two liters of water pushing down would do that, she supposed. Wait… that's right. She spotted the nearly empty jug. Bingo.
There wasn't too much left, maybe a few gulps in it. That settled this. She drink the rest of the water and piss in the jug. Without giving herself time to consider it, she started chugging down the dreads of her drink. More liquid entering her body made her bladder pulse. It was a special kind of torture, and she'd swear it was bypassing her stomach altogether, directly filling up her overinflated organ.
With that done, and the end in sight, Venus started to pee against her will. It was a slight trickle, but it wouldn't stay that way and she couldn't get control over it. Quickly she unscrewed the lid, scooted to the edge of the couch, and put the vessel covering her pussy. With that done, the young woman let go. She moaned quietly as relief washed over her body. Her piss came out in a torrent, hitting harshly against the side of the container and filling her ears with a distinct hiss. It was nearly orgasmic, she realized, as pee continued to cascade out. Her tail began to wag and she started to pant happily, thoroughly enjoying being alleviated.
After a minute, her stream slowed to a trickle. The jug was starting to get a bit on the full side, but left enough room at the top for her not to need to worry. With a much more relaxed expression, she settled back into the couch to watch her tv show. Then the bulldog gave a slightly mischievous smile as she picked up the second jug and began to drink. |
A word from the author... Hello Hello I am Ghostblade. I have been lurking around this website for a while this is my first omorashi story. It's completely original since I wouldn't feel right forcing characters I love into these cruel situations. So I made my own story, with blackjack and Hookers. My character will be fully aware of what is happening but can't stop it. I myself will be the godly narrator who sometimes talks with Tina(I'll only do it a couple of times per story so not to distract you ). There will be at least one wetting per story it will all be pretty vanilla with only girls wetting themselves since this is to pleasure me as much as it is to pleasure you.I mostly wanted something sexy yet comedic. Anyway I've talked too long and you probably skipped this so let's get ready to ruuumbllllllllllle. (;
Tina Millers was your average female protagonist. She had shoulder length brown hair with a large red bow on top, she was 5ft 4 and 115 pounds ,she had fair white skin with not a single blemish anywhere on her body, blue eyes, and a medium bust. "Hi there i'm Tina a sophomore at flowing waterfall high school unfortunately Ghostblade-sama has cursed me with a small bladder to be an omorashi character," "Nothing bad happened yet though I have ended up with slightly damp panties in close calls,'' "I wear skirts and t-shirts whenever it isn't cold and stockings that hit grade a on the zettai ryōiki scale plus sneakers," I'm a slightly insane ditz genki girl, but that's enough about me let's see the day and how i'm obviously going to wet myself due to the jackass author," she said to nobody in particular in the middle of her room. She then left late for school with toast in her mouth.
''Why are you making this like an anime you're American, I'm American, this is Wyoming, and why am I wearing a sailor fuku when i'm in high school," said the reasonable protagonist. '' Why not?" said the very handsome narrator/author.Tina got to school feeling a little twinge in her bladder that didn't need to be taken care of...... yet. She got to the hell-I mean school to be greeted by her childhood friend who will never get her due to being the childhood friend, Lawrence.
Lawrence was an average harem protagonist (Just think senpai from yandere sim for looks) Tina was not art of the harem due to being the childhood friend.But he might get a spin-off if this does well. "Hey Tina I have a question," " What does every woman want?'' "I think it may be either diamonds or wine, whats your answer?" said the Haremmaster. "Immortality (insert evil laugh),"she said crossing her legs a bit. "Thanks i'll be sure to get immortality for Haremmember #7 Jenny," " Well better get to class to get my plot moving, see ya," she Naruto ran to class not even bothering to check the ladies room(I blew them up anyways haha).
Tina got to Mr Sicada's class and sat down. She noticed two random Hookers playing blackjack in the back. Class started and Tina started being desperate"I can't ask to go to the bathroom or else I'll get my brains fucked out of me by the legendary Mr. Sicada," she thought to herself as she realized she was fucked. "Screw you hunky author/narrator bodybuilder Ghostblade-sama jackass," "I'll strangle you after this is done," she grabbed her crotch sweat running down her thighs her faced turned red and she puffed her cheeks up. She was going to lose control soon. Class and the rest of school magically ended just then with no work issued in class and everybody confused as I flaunt my author powers. Mr. Sicada then issued homework as everyone knew that i they failed to comply The legendary Mr. Sicada would show up and would teach a lesson in terror.
(IF YOU ARE JUST SKIMMING FOR THE WETTING SCENE HERE IT IS)
Tina shuffled out of the room into the magically empty hallway except for Lawrence and Haremmembers #2, #5, and #6 Christie, Andrea, and Karrera. Tina locked her legs together, burying her hands in the front of her skirt, and about to cry as she realized the inevitable. She gasped as the dam broke feeling a warmth and wetness in her lacy pink panties. Then she cried as the front of her skirt got a huge wet stain.Urine rolled down her legs creating streaks in her white stockings going in her shoes. Plenty fell directly from the poor girl splattering on the floor creating a sizable puddle. Tina couldn't help but sigh as she soaked her lower half her face red with embarrassment. She continued utterly soaking herself for 5 minutes crying, sighing, and screaming death threats at me in her mind. The 3 other girls looked disgusted yet sympathetic (In case there's a spin-off) Lawrence looked the most sympathetic seeing his childhood friend like this. Tina sunk into the puddle in shame further wetting the front of her panties as she ended. Lawrence bent down to console her and the-"Well that was embarrassing but I feel much better now!' our soaked protagonist exclaims as she 180s how she was feeling seconds ago. Lawrence and the Haremmembers look shocked and confused before realizing this was Tina they were thinking about.
"This feels pleasantly warm and kind of naughty , I might try this more," my new waifu tells us. "Though I should get changed an prepare for a possible chapter 2," " Thanks for reading audience-chan," she says skipping home utterly soaked from the waist down.
That's the end of chapter 1 of blank this was my first story and I hope you like it. I probably wont be constant about posting since my device can't access omo.org for some reason and this was written on a friends pc (thank god for incognito). But if I have the chance I'll add to Tina's misadventures and when I get something (which may take a few years). So it would be appreciated to be followed. Shout out to the founder Kirito for making the website thank you and to Faust for being my favorite author on the site thank you as well. See ya later and beware the legendary Mr. Sicada
With Love Ghostblade (Stay thirsty my friends)
p.s i accidentally posted this on the wrong forum I didn't realize that non real non fanficion stories could be put here (i'm an idiot) Is there anyway to cancel the first one or do i need to ask a moderator to take it down? |
Chapter 2 The flow continues
A word from the author ...... So the first part that I was worried about was rejected from general which is a good thing. I wanted to wait for a reply but fuck it. Let’s get ready to ruuuuuuumble.
Saturday
Tina was going to go to the amusement park with Lawrence as well as haremmembers # 2 and # 3 Christie and Hope. It had been 2 days ago since she had her accident in chapter one and has now accepted her life even having found out she thought the sensation was rather pleasant. “Well hello lovely audience ready to read through my desperation today written by this asshat ?” “Today I’m wearing dark blue stockings, a pink skirt, and a white shirt with a heart on it as well as my usual red bow, ” The cute girl said to the roof. She then went outside to see Lawrence’s beat up black van.
“Tina get that candy flavored ass in the van you slut!” Yelled HMR#2 Christie who will now get a personality. “I was just giving you time to get your brains fucked out like you’re with Mr. Sicada you fucking cow!” Relented the reasonable candy assed(the fuck does this even mean I should drop it) girl. “Maybe Mr. Sicada already got to me ya hoe,” said Christie with a blush on her face as Lawrence choked on a taco in surprise and disappointment.
Tina got in the black van feeling a slight urge to pee but ignoring it since they were already late. She sat next to HMR#3 Hope who will also get some personality right now. “I’ve been drawing some art from this graphic novel could you critique it Tina?” This new girl asked politely. Tina looked through the art impressed by the quality. Though as she got to the end she saw something peculiar, a quite interesting thing, a very peculiar interesting thing, a-“Get on with it Ghostblade-Sama!” Tina yelled at me. It was a female character in a white dress sitting in a yellow puddle looking embarrassed yet realievedO_O. Tina showed it to Hope and her face got red immediately. “Just ignore that ok,” Hope said slightly panicked.
Tina said ok and rode on to the amusement park with her legs crossed to stifle the urge. She didn’t notice but Hope was squirming a little. They got to the park and Tina jumped with joy releasing a spurt into her panties making a dime sized wet patch. She jammed her hands into her crotch embarrassed by what just happened. Nobody noticed, except for Hope that is. “Well here it is ladies Waterfall park even though it isn’t a water park but just a regular amusement park,” exclaimed Lawrence who had finally finished choking on that taco.
“Great now to find a toile-oh,” Tina groaned as she saw the unreasonably long ladies room common in most of these stories. “I may be into the feeling but not the beforehand dammit,” groaned Tina. Hope wiggled and blushed discretely with a tiny smile in her face. Hope was wearing grey sweatpants and a beige shirt that said “fight” on the breast part.She wore a headband and had above average sized boobs.”Stop explaining looks in the middle of the story dude,” Tina huffed at me for stopping the flow of the story.
With no other choice Tina and the rest of the gang got on a roller coaster/haunted house. While sitting Lawrence looked down and saw Tina’s panties as she was sitting face to face with him. They were white with musical notes on them.Tina never really cared if anyone saw her panties it was just a more hidden piece of clothing if they turned a guy on that was an added bonus. Tina squeezed her legs in desperation trying not to leak Hope put her hand in between her legs still not noticed by anyone except me.
The ride began, it started out looking like small world but th n the people started looking more deformed. Creeping everyone out then a Franken- wolf came out of the dark and jump scared them. Tina and Hope screamed small streams leaving them for a little bit saturating their panties. Tina regained her breath and noticed the warmth in her undies. She panicked and threw her hand in her crotch managing to prevent more leakage. She left a small puddle where she was sitting and her patties were yellowed a bit. Hope took her time enjoying the warm wet feeling in her pink panties. She stopped it on her own and left a medium size puddle as well as having a noticeably dark backside.
The ride ended and the 2 damp girls exited the ride blushing (but Hope’s was the aroused type of blushing) The other 2 thought they were just embarrassed at being frightened. “I’ll be back in a second,” said Hope smiling a bit. Tina noticed Hope’s wet backside and several gears clicked inside her head.”I’ll go with her,” Tina yelped as she leaked a tiny bit. She followed Hope to a little spot where nobody could see her. “Oh Tina I wasn’t expecting you to follow m-ah!”
HERE IS THE OMO SCENE
She was cut short as her dam burst. A wet spot quickly formed on the front of her sweatpants as she completely lost control. The spot started flowing down her legs little streams connecting to form big ones as she soaked herself. Her panties were long gone as those were yellowed with one coming directly from the girl. Hope moaned at the sense of relief she had been holding since she woke up. The backside of her sweatpants suffered a worse fate becoming even more darkened by the pee. The pee entered her shoes soaking her socks and shoes a large puddle collected under her. A large stream fell from her directly growing the puddle more. She felt weak on her feet with this feeling of pleasure. She was still dripping when Tina realized what she should do.
“I cant let her suffer this alone,” “Even if I can still hold I have to let go,” and Tina let go. She jammed her hands in her crotch so people would easily tell she wet herself. Pee slowly trickled out of her collecting in her panties. The flow increased and she sighed in pleasure. The front of her skirt slowly got a dark patch, the urine started dripping, and Tina was in heaven. The pee rolled down her legs making streaks on her stockings her shoes filled with pee. Her own yellow puddle grew in size but not to the size of Hope’s.Her panties become yellow at the crotch ruining them. She definitely liked this part.
Hope was surprised she could tell it was on purpose.... because she was an omo maniac . The entire day she wanted this to happen and she moaned seeing it. Tina stopped dripping and slid onto her but into the puddle. “Why did you do that? Asked Hope. “So you wouldn’t be emmbaressed,” replied Tina. Hope was surprised she had never had an act of kindness like this done to her. The two girls got closer they could feel each other’s breath and then... “Wait I can’t you belong to Lawrence as a Haremmember,” besides the handsome author wants to give me a love interest in chapter 3,” Tina said ruining the moment(ship DENIED) “At least you won’t be as embarrassed if I’m pissy too,” she said smiling. “Actually Hope has an omorashi fetish you didn’t need to do it on purpose,” The sexy narrator told her. “WHAT!” Yelled Tina to me. “Oh well that felt even better than the first time,” Tina got over it quickly.
Lawrence found the 2 soaked females and facepalmed”Great you 2 just ruined the day Christie will have my ass on a silver platter for this,” Lawrence sighed. “Let’s go home,” and the 2 girls went home wet yet happy.
That was chapter 2 I hope you like it please leave suggestions on the thread
Stay thirsty my friends. Love Ghostblade |
Chapter 3 Love is like a flowing river... a warm one ;)
Word from the author if at first you don’t succeed, drag your fiction kicking and screaming to the top of the forum when sortedby date! I want to try spacing each line to make it easier to read. So let’s get ready to RUUUUUUUUMBLE.
“Really we’re doing THIS again?” Tina Millers was taking a walk when she felt that chapter 3 was going to be a thing. “Yes we’re
doing this again I don’t have any ideas for new stories, but plenty for this,” the handsome narrator answered. “NOW GET BACK
TO WORK OR YOU’RE FIRED!” Tina sighed and decided to let writing take it’s course. She walked down the busy highway
admiring the shops filled with goodies she couldn’t buy due to being broke as fuck. But as she stopped she saw HIM! A boy
from her school and he looked like boyfriend material.
Gary POV
Gary Benson was a geek. He spent his days on the internet looking at anything from hentai to YouTube videos. He was 6ft 1 and
had a medium body size and wasn’t too fit, it not unfit either. He had dark brown hair and navy blue eyes. He frequently wore gym shorts for comfort and t shirts
with cringey memes on it. He was wandering around like a lost puppy since he had no sense of direction and couldn’t find his
store. He promptly forgot about everything when he saw HER! A beautiful girl by the name of Tina. He decided to cross the
street to say something to her. CRASH! the poor sap got hit by a car, Luckily he was ok and didn’t really notice.”FUCKIN
SHITHEAD I WILL FUCK YOU UP IF YOU DARE TRYING TO FUCK UP MY CAR AGAIN STABITTY STABBITY!” The driver yelled at the
boy. Obviously getting away with it because I say so.
Tina POV
Tina had spaced out since I switched over to a new character she became aware of a slight need to go but ignored it as she saw
her crush walking toward her. She saw the look in his eyes, the eyes of a guy about to ask out his crush, eyes that were focused
on HER. She nearly squeed at this.
-There was love in the air - hearts were everywhere - the only people who mattered at this moment we’re Tina, Gary, and the
president. Gary knew just what to say to win a date something I chose just for him to say .
“HIILIKESHORTSTHEY’RECOMFYANDEASYTOWEAR,” ... (That’s a reference. )
wait
wait a second
he fucked up
i’ve lost connection to the story
Snake come in snake SNAAAKE!!!
Mission failed we’ll get em next time.
Wasted.
you get the idea
(Breakdown continues)
In slightly French voice “Meanwhile,”
Both teens looked confused, very confused. Gary couldn’t believe how much he just fucked up. Tina couldn’t believe how much
Gary fucked up. In short Gary fucked up. “Uh what was that again ,” said a blushing Tina as she tried to save Gary from
embarrassment. “I uh *stuttering* I wanted to ask you on a date,” Gary saved. Tina blushed as she got what she wanted
“Oh Ok we can do that now I’m not doing anything right now are you?” she smiled a bit. “ Yeah you’re right I have no cha-
waitsaythatagain.” Gary responded. Tina fidgeted from embarrassment and a need to pee. “I said we can do that right now,”she
responded softly.
Gary couldn’t believe it”Yeah ok fine I’ll take us to dinner,” *Time skip* Tina and Gary were sitting at a resturant eating and
holding a conversation. “Yeah so I haven’t seen my parents in weeks yet I never run out of money,” Tina told her date. “Yeah
neither do I I don’t get it I don’t even have a job that’s soooo weird,” they both laughed. Tina grabbed herself through her skirt a
bit she was now experiencing the “Person On A Date Is Too Embarrassed To Pee” trope that is noticeable in a few omo stories.
Tina leaked a bit dampening her pale pink panties (holy shit I accidentally did alliteration!) but ignored it and got up with her
date after the bill was payed. They walked down a dark alleyway to get home. Tina was walking with her thighs clenched
slightly trying not to lose it in front of her date. She put a single hand in front of her crotch and continued walking. “Hey do you
need to pee?” Gary noticed her desperation. “Well yeah I guess I do need to g- AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” Tina spurted at the sight
of HIM, The Legendary Mr. Sicada, looking for a new girly victim to rape.
HERES THE OMORASHI SCENE GET IT WHILE ITS HOT
Tina was so scared she fell on her but and lost it. The warmth pooled at her behind soaking the butt of her panties more than
they usually did. The same could be said for the seat of her skirt. A large puddle stretched out from under the helpless girl who
didn’t even notice yet.
“ YOU BASTARD!” Gary yelled attacking the legendary mr. sicada bravely beating back the behemoth barring barely (more
alliteration huh) holding back strength. Mr. Sicada roared and retreated into the darkness waiting until Monday since he had to
go to work that day.
Tina was mesmerized at the guy who through himself into danger bravely to protect her. Until she realized the warm puddle
she was sitting in. Gary held his hand out “Are you ok?” “Yeah I am, thank you for protecting me that was AMAZiNG FIGHTING
BACK MR. SICADA I WOULD HAVE DEFINATLY BEEN RAPED IF IT WERENT FOR YOU!” She exclaimed to her savior. Gary blushed
“Ah shuck- waitdidyoupeeyourpantsthatsaprettybigpuddle?” He said as Tina stood little drops of pee dripping from under her
skirt. “Oh well I uh yeah that happens to me a lot,” she told him. “That’s hot,” he said. “I realize you might be disgusted but... wait
what?”
“ That’s hot ,” he got up closer to her face, they could feel each other’s breath, they leaned in, and they kissed. With Tina having
a pee soaked skirt and everything. The kiss ended all too soon as the now couple walked home.
Word from the author... He fucked up I can’t belie-wait what? It’s over? I missed it! Well that was chapter 3 please leave
comments and criticism down below I hope you enjoyed.
With love Ghostblade. Stay thirsty my friends. |
Chapter 5 Really again?
Authors note Hello hello. I noticed that chapter 4 says chapter 3....
That will constantly hurt me.
Also between lines 23 and 24 (Between the words Screamed and since) this picture was supposed to be there.
I am also disappointed in myself for that.
I want the story to at least end on a multiple of 5 if I try to make a new story which will most likely be a magical girl thing (Tina might be the main character I like her but maybe you people will grow tired of her) If this ends permanently I want it to end on chapter 10.
Since Tina has a level of omnipotence she might stay as a commentator with me or be a side character. Pointing out flaws and stuff like Yanderedev’s Midori since she’s partially based on Midori.
With that out of the way I noticed the wording for the wetting was getting shorter so I want to make the rest as detailed as the first one.
But I’ve talked too much LEEEEEEETS GET READY TO RUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMBLLLLLLLLE
“And he makes you do what?” a blue haired girl asked our protagonist
“He makes me wet myself Mia,” The brown haired protagonist with a big red bow on her head answered.
“So god is some nerd in a chair badly writing pants wetting stories and you are the protagonist?” another girl this time with blonde hair responded.
“ That’s right Carie keep up please,”
“And what’s our role?”
“The homosexual supporting cast,”
“Go figure,” Both girls said in unison suddenly becoming cousinsssss- I mean gay.
These two girls are Tina’s best friends who aren’t Lawrence back from two completely unrelated vacations. The blue haired one is Mia a sporty tomboy who always wears shorts or pants. She’s always looking for her next challenge and has known Tina since they were little.
The blonde is Carie. Very knowledgeable and hard working. She wears pants/shorts on odd number days and skirts in even number days. Organized yet friendly, she’s known Tina since third grade and even hit it off with Mia.
“Oh good, Mia was starting to seem too much like Ami from Sailor Moon,” the omnipotent girl said to the narrator/God
“Yeah when I chose Mia on my own and then realized it was an anagram of Ami plus the blue hair and realized I had to make Carie the smart one,” I said to Tina.
“So why am I having to tell them this?”
“Because this chapter is about them wetting themselves,” “I’ll even show you how much I can influence,”
I start typing “Linda and The Legendary Mr. Sicada will fall in love, but they won’t be able to see each other anymore, this will be a huge blow to Linda, Mr. Sicada will be destroyed”
What Tina could see was this.
Teacher Linda and Mr.Sicada suddenly kissed, ripped their own eyes out, Mr. Sicada punches Linda in the face, and he then proceeds to explode.
“ If you control everything why did Carie insult you?”
“..........,”
THIS IS ONE OF TWO SCENES READ ON FOR THE OTHER
Tina felt her bladder burst despite not needing to go (divine wrath) the large amount of liquid instantly soaked her pure,white,panties. Both sides of her skirt gained wet patches. The pee ran down her legs into her shoes making a puddle on the floor of the empty classroom.
Mia and Carie gasped and blushed at this sight, Tina was unprepared so she was embarrassed more than usual. She gently picked up her sopping skirt so more wouldn’t get it wet as the stream tampered off.
“ Kinda like that you see,”
“ Oh no this looks like it would be terrible,” a blushing Mia said
“ How do you deal with it?” Carie added
“ I’m actually kinda turned on by it,”
“What!”
“ Well now I kinda want to try if you think it feels pleasant,”
Both other girls were shocked at this statement. Mia always seemed so innocent. Now she wanted to try this lewd activity.
“You should try it to Carie so it’s fair,”
“I uh well *sigh* ok if you insist Carie,”
“Ok let’s get you some water then,”
A few moments later and the two girls were desperate to pee after chugging a bunch of water. Ami was holding herself between her shorts and Carie was grabbing at her skirt
Carie couldn’t believe she was doing this she was always the responsible one and was now planing to piss herself like a little girl. Her parents would kill her if they found out.
Ami however wasn’t worried at all and eagerly awaited since Tina seemed to enjoy it. Her gym shorts were a little damp from sweat if playing basketball so she could just say the wetness was sweat.
Tina hadn’t changed and was rubbing herself discreetly at the sight of her desperate friends. She hadn’t felt this way since after she and Hope had wet themselves at the amusement park.
HERES THE DOUBLE WETTING SKIMMERS
Ami bounced a little and gasped. A large wet spot formed on the crotch of her shorts running down the sides of her legs. A stream of urine litter pattered onto the ground forming a puddle.
Ami moaned at the release as she realized Tina was right.Her lower body getting wetter by the second and a look of ecstasy on her face both her legs having streams of ore running down them. She looked at her purple panties as she finished and say they were completely soaked.
Caries kneess buckled at the sight of Carie setting herself and she realesed. Her crotch soaking from the skirts from being jammed into her crotch making a huge wet spot. The urine also ran down her legs soaking her socks.
Caire slid into the puddle and continued peeing her legs getting wetter by the second she moaned as hard as Carie throwing away her dignity as she pushed every last drop out.
“That was amazing!” the wet girl said flipping up her skirt to looked at her soaked blue panties.
“ You were right about that Tina but i should go home it’s getting late,” Ami told Tina making her way home in pissy shorts.
“ So Carie how do plan to,go home looking like that?”
Carie snapped back to reality as she realized she would go home smelling like pee and with a wet spot on her skirt.She realized she would just have to go home and tell her mom she had an accident and left.
Tina still wet walked back home and sat and her bed rubbing herself as she saw her friends pee themselves. Things were good again.
END OF CHAPTER 5
Authors note this is now my personal favorite. Tell me if you would like to see Tina be a magical girl. If I get no replies saying no, I’m gonna make the story having Tina and all the introduced characters (even the rest of the Harlemmembers that I haven’t shown you that’s still a plot point) and title it
Tina the wet magical girl.
Tina would be the heroine, Mia and Carie will be the other magical girls in the group, The haremmembers will be a rival group and finally Lawrence would be like Tuxedo mask with Gary being like a less competent but more silly tuxedo mask.
Also Mr. Sicada will be like Broly (even though Broly is from a shonen) and I haven’t thought of any other villains (I need a gothic magical girl villain)
Thank you for reading and I’ll see you next time.
Stay thirst my friends- Ghostblade
Edited August 20, 2018 by Ghostblade913
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Authors note……. Well it’s been a while since I updated this bad boy. I wanted to take a break since the magical girl au is darker then I wanted but I can’t stop now so I’ll just go with the flow (pun intended)
I also wanted to address some differences that don’t have to do with the magical girl ness.
Nobody, not even Magic Tina knows about Mr. Sicada in that world. Tina prime does but she can’t say anything to the other.
In this story Tina’s parents are in Europe taking a whoever knows how long vacation. The Magic girl au first takes place before chapter 1 of this fic in terms of timeline so they haven’t left yet and won’t
All villains except Mr. Sicada and possibly his son are exclusive to the magic girl au
Magic Tina can’t provide a comment today due to ending on a cliffhanger. So without further adieu LEEEEEEEEEETS GET READY TO RUUUUUUUMBLLLLLLE
Chapter 6 Oh wow this again!
Alright time to get comfortable in this stories writing-chair. What should I write for this non edgy one?
“ Oh god what are you doing here!?” Ah, Tina, the protagonist.
“I’ve decided to add a new chapter to the og thread!” I the smoking hot narrator loudly proclaimed.
“ GET OUT!” The protagonist screamed at me.
“ You can’t tell me to get out! This is my creation!” I boombed at her.
“ I meant get out of the shower I’m naked!!!”
I got out of the shower my jeans soaked with….. sike it’s just water!
“ Who wears pants in the shower with a naked girl!”
“ For your sake! Sweet Juses you’ve been in enough attempted rape situations!
“ But pants in the shower with a naked girl! Is that a weird science reference!”
“YES BUT I CREATED THEM TIDDIES AND I CAN APPRECIATE THEM IF I WANT!”
“ OK BUT GET OUT I HAVE A DOUBLE DATE WITH GARY AND LAWRENCE!”
Ah that’ll be my story for today. Another desperate date, but this time with Haremmembers #5, 6, and 7 Andrea, Karrera, and Jenny. ( A tsundere who has a friendly rivalry with Tina, an emo, and an hourglass of a teacher)
“ Ah fuck me sweetly in the ass with a chainsaw covered in fire ants,”
*Lennyface*
*Timeskip*
Gary, dressed in a tuxedo, led Tina, who was wearing a tight red dress, out of his car.
“ So god has come back?” The protagonists boyfriend asked her.
“ Yes,”
“Let me guess, you’ll wet your pants?”
“ Yup,”
“ And the 3 haremmembers?”
“ Most likely,”
“ Bring it on,”
The two young lovers walked over to the entrance of Mouille Toi (bilingual bonus), a fancy French restaurant, where they saw Lawrence and 3 of the haremmembers.
Now I’ll just give a few short descriptions if you don’t feel like going to the character guide in the magical girl thread. Andrea looks like a tsundere Tina with a smaller bow, karrera is emo with blue hair, and Jenny is the sexiest teacher imaginable with the biggest butt and boobs ever.
Now with that out of the way, we can continue.
“ Oh my! You’re taking is to a French restaurant? I’ll have to make sure to give you something special when we go home,” said a woman with- oh wow, I just mean wow just, goddamn that’s a fanservice character.
“ Tina you’re gonna have to slap me,” Gary whispered to Tina with a shameful look on his face.
“ Why’s that,” she whispered back.
“ Because I came from your home etc teacher,”
Tina looked kinda shocked and disappointed as she slapped him like he told her to do.
“ How’s it going my childhood friend and the man lucky enough to capture her,” Tina ps childhood friend and playboy, Lawrence greeted them dressed in a tuxedo.
“ YOU!”
“ YOU!”
“ Well my rival it seems we meet again,” said the haremmember with a bow.
“ Indeed we have rival!”
Gary proceeded to pin Lawrence’s hands behind his back. “ Can’t have you breaking up a cat fight if it happens!”
“ What even is our rivalry though?” Tina upped the drama in her voice.
“ How about trying to outdo each other with extravagant bows?” Said Andrea with equal drama.
“ It shall be done!”
“ Ok let’s all go inside to eat,” Lawrence chimed in.
“ Ok but it’s not like I like you or anything!” Andreas voice became squeaky and she puffed her cheeks.
“ Uh wah? But you’re my girlfriend!”
“ Uh uh BAKA HENTAI!” Andrea pushed her boyfriend to the ground.
“ Guys calm the fuck down! I’m so hungry I could eat like an anime girl who eats everything and doesn’t get fat,” the emo looking girl who was actually very boisterous and an otaku finally spoke up.
“ Yeah we need to get to the Omorashi stuff,”
As they walked into the restaurant, Tina noticed a very slight leg shift between Andrea and Karrera, she said nothing though.
They sat down and ordered, both Andrea and Karrera had their hands in their laps, definitely a sight that they had to pee. So Tina looked over to the women’s room which had a very long line.
“ I wonder if they will even try?” She thought to herself. She knew that I was involved she’d probably end up wetting herself so she chose to just let it happen when it happened, the 3 haremmembers though, she couldn’t tell.
“ So now did such a cute pair get together?” Jenny said teasingly to Tina and Gary.
Every word this hourglass said to Gary made him sweat, this was obvious to Tina who squirmed in her seat at the sight of her boyfriend being hit on.
“ Or maybe I just need to pee?” She looked at her 3 empty cups.
“ Ok fuck this I’m going to the line I have to piss,” Karrera got up and headed to the bathroom, rubbing her legs together as she walked.
“ Hey Andrea are you ok you’ve been fidgeting a lot?” Lawrence looked over to Andrea.
“ Uwah! Don’t say perverted things Baka!” She was going to use the bathroom, but her tsundereness stopped her.
Karrera was putting a lot of effort into holding herself, not even bothering about people watching. She bounced, held herself, threw up a leg, it was quite the spectacle.
“ Fuck this small bladder!”
While this was happening Tina started crossing her legs, Gary noticed this and smiled at her with a kinda lusty yet sweet look.
Their food came and Gary nudged his drink over to his girlfriend, who noticed and decided to accept the challenge. She gulped the whole thing down while he ate his spaghetti.
“ You can’t eat spaghetti wearing a tuxedo,”
“ The spaghettis not wearing a tuxedo,”
With this bad joke aside, Karrera was notably fighting a losing battle at the end of the line.
Out of nowhere The Legendary Mr. Sicada threw a car into the girls bathroom roaring like the T. rex from Jurassic park.
This startled everyone and Karrera, at the sight of her relief destroyed, felt the biggest impact form it.
“ Oh fuck oh fuck oh- aah!”
WE GOT OURSELVES A WETTING SCENE
Karreras face had a look of shock as the front of her long dress darkened.A loud hiss was heard from her as the pee streamed from her panties down to her legs. A yellow puddle expanded from under her dress onto the tile floor. She moaned and sweared and grabbed her crotch tighter, which only made her dress wetter. Her pee eventually went from a long stream to a few drops as she sighed.
“Motherfucker!”
She went back over to her table, with just about everyone in the restaurant shocked at what happened. She looked really pissed, figuratively and literally.
“ Go get to go boxes and meet me outside I wanna go home!” She practicality yelled at Lawrence. Everyone decided that Karrera had indeed ruined He night by wetting her pants and soon they went out of the restaurant.
Andrea gave a whimper since she had to wait until she was home.
“ H-hey can I ride with you since your house is closer?”
Jenny chimed in “ Me too I’m just bursting for a toilet!” Which was weird since she looked completely composed.
Lawrence agreed to just take Karrera home since she wasn’t in the mood for a lot,of people to be around to stare at her mess.
As they ride home Tina clutched her panties directly and squeezed her legs, those drinks really caught up to her.
Andrea however, was panting and grabbing herself with all her might.
“ Hey don’t ruin the car seat,”
“ I-I’m sorry I can’t I’m i'm weeetttinng myseeeeelf!”
WETTING SCENE 2 MY FRIENDS
A hiss came from the back seat as Andrea cried. She soaked her pink panties and butt of the dress with her pee. The urine streamed down the seat making the car smell like pee. A huge wet spot would be on the seat later.
Andrea continued sobbing at her accident. Tina leaked a good bit seeing the second wetting of the story and grabbed tighter.
“ Wait till we’re out of the car before you wet yourself ok,” Gary whispered.
“ Oh and what are you little starlets talking about?”
Gary nearly ran off the road at the sound of Jenny’s voice. Tina leaked enough to create a wet patch on her panties.
“ I’m sorry I’m not doing this on purpose it’s just a reflex,”
They continued to drive home in silence, Tina wasn’t doing so well but on the other hand Jenny only had her legs crossed. Tina wondered if she was used to it or something.
When they got to Tina’s house everyone got out. Tina hobbled up to her front door, unfortunately fate wasn’t on her side.
WETTING SCENE 3 AM I PUTTING TOO MANY IN THESE STORIES
Her already saturated panties easily let the pee flow through. Her skirt was pretty high and only got slightly wet at the bottom. The pee streamed down her legs in rivulets at first, but got more powerful. It rolled into her sandals and puddled at her feet. She enjoyed it really even if she did blush.
“ God that’s hot I love when you do that ,” Gary whispered through clenched teeth.
He didn’t whisper quietly enough because Jenny heard him.
“ Gasp!”
Both turned around horrified if she heard them
But……..
FINAL WETTING SCENE OF THIS COMRADES
Jenny got a horrified look on her face,Tina and Gary didn’t know why until they saw liquid pouring from under Jenny’s skirt. Her dress was long yet tight with a long wet spot coming from her crotch down to her high heels.A huge puddle grew from her. She turned around showing a similar wet spot coming from her big buns down to her feet.
Gary looked burned out and even Tina felt a bit hot, not from her own pee mind you.
“ Did you two like that? I’ll admit that felt wonderful! I could’ve held it but this felt much nicer,”
She walked back into the car and drove off with Andrea. Leaving the two lovers confused and hot.
“Wait a second, THAT BITCH STOLE MY CAR!” Gary yelled bringing himself and Tina out of their stupor.
He ran into the street where he was hit by a car out of nowhere.
“OH ITS YOU YOU LITTLE FUCKER TRYING TO FUCK UP MY FUCKING CAR AGAIN!I'LL FUCK UP YOU ILL FUCK YOUR MOM I'LL FUCK YOUR GIRLFRIEND I'LL STAB YOUR DAD STABBITTY STABBITY! The maniac driver yelled.
“ I’m ok but that bitch still took my car!”
“ We’ll get it tomorrow, just with me tonight,” Tina said coyly.
“Noice!”
Authors note…….. Man it feels good to go back to the basics. I don’t know if I’ll start regularly updating the thread but I wanted to give some love to my first story to show it’s not dead. Please leave comments and criticism as well as ideas below.
With love Ghostblade(stay thirsty my friends) |
Hello everyone! I've taken a few breaks from writing lately, but I got this idea stuck in my head for the last few days and I thought I'd share with everyone! I've got a few chapters planned, not sure how far I'm going to take this story. We'll see where it goes! Enjoy!
Chapter One: At the Mall
Skylar Grayson was as happy as an eighteen-year-old senior of Biltmore High could be. At least, in the fall she would be a senior. Her birthday had come at the very end of her junior year, and with it a beat-up Volkswagen Beatle her parents had bought her. She had a summer of fun and freedom ahead of her before her final year of high school, and Skylar was determined to make every minute of her it count. She had her entire summer vacation planned with parties and beach trips, even a visit to Disneyland as it was only about an hour drive. However, one thing she did not plan on was a little bit of self-discovery…
It was a few days into her first week of summer break that Skylar woke to an overcast sky, not uncommon living so near the beach. It was a bit humid as well. But that was fine. She smiled, stretching as she sat up in bed, her messy auburn hair tumbling over the side of her shoulder. She got out of her bed to get ready for the day. She chose a loose, Boho styled brown skirt that layered itself longer in the back, exposing her thighs in the front, and a white lacy tank top to go along with it. She picked out a pair of emerald green panties, foregoing a bra. She wasn’t flat chested by any means, but her breasts were just small enough and perky to be able to get away with going braless for some time yet. She showered and dressed, admiring her simple summer outfit in the mirror. It looked good on her slight, willowy frame.
She pulled her hair back into a simple messy bun and touched on a little bit of makeup to complete the look. She was going to go meet up her friends at the mall. They only had a few days until Chad Miller’s senior party. He’d been the most popular boy in school since she was a freshman. A year older, he’d be going away to college in the fall. And this would be the last party he’d throw in their hometown for some time. Not only that, but it was the first party of the summer and it was going to kick off with a bang, as all of Chad’s parties did. She grabbed an iced tea from the fridge instead of breakfast, not wanting to gain weight before the party, and headed out. It was humid, but not too horrible. There was a slight breeze too. Keeping in mind with the whole no gaining weight plan, she decided to walk to the mall. It wasn’t far from her house. Besides, gas prices were so high!
She played on her phone, texting her friends Amberly, Christina, and Monica while she sipped her tea. They were all meeting outside the Cheesecake Factory in about twenty minutes, plenty of time for her walk there and finish her tea. Halfway there she wondered if she ought to have brought her umbrella. Was that thunder in the distance she heard? Or was it her imagination? She shrugged it off. They were going to an outdoor mall, so if they got rained on they got rained on. Besides, with so many stores one of them was bound to have an umbrella if she needed.
Once she had arrived, she greeted her friends cheerfully. They’d all driven over in the old mini van that Monica had saved up for, so Skylar was last to arrive. They didn’t mind though. Her friends had grabbed drinks at Starbucks. Her best friend, Christina, had of course bought her a vanilla bean Frappuccino for her so she’d be included.
“Aw, thanks so much! Let me finish this really quick,” Skylar said happily as she downed her tea, tossing the bottle before taking the Frap.
“Sure thing, its so humid today,” Christina said “we better stay hydrated”
The girls agreed, sipping their drinks happily as they walked through the outdoor mall. They went over styles, discussing various dresses and outfits they liked. They wandered in and out of stores, trying on outfits. The heat and humidity drove them to get waters and juices and cokes throughout their trip. The other three girls had stopped for bathroom breaks twice now, but Skylar always opted to stay outside and hold their bags.
“God, how big is your bladder anyway?” Monica laughed “I almost peed my pants while that girl was zipping that dress for me!”
“I don’t know,” Skylar laughed back “I’ve always been able to hold it pretty well, I guess.”
Truth be told, Skylar wasn’t a huge fan of public toilets. They were smelly and dirty and the gap between the doors and underneath always made it feel like she was peeing in full view of everyone in the bathroom. Besides, they were almost done shopping. She could wait until she was back home.
At least, that’s what she assumed. What she didn’t count on was running into Courtney Higgins while they were shopping. It wasn’t that Courtney was a bad person, but…she was particular. Especially so about clothes, and since it was such an important party coming up she was absolutely in Perfectionist Mode. When she joined their group, it easily added another two hours of detailed shopping for the perfect dress. And the perfect shoes. And the perfect accessories. And the perfect makeup. And the perfect back up outfit just in case.
And Skylar was absolutely dying. She sat on a fluffy armchair in the waiting area of what she swore was the fifteenth changing room as Courtney tried on about twelve pairs of jeans that made her butt look exactly the same. She had her legs pressed tightly together, determined not to cross them or fidget. Her friends would catch on and take another bathroom break and she really, really didn’t want to have to use the mall bathrooms.
Oh God…! I have to pee soooo bad… Skylar thought as she shifted her weight in the chair. Her bladder was full and tight inside her, the shift sending a painful spasm through it. She grit her teeth, jiggling her leg up and down.
“I wish Courtney would hurry this up,” Amberly sighed, fidgeting with boredom herself, “We’ve already got our outfits…”
“She already has her outfit too,” Christina said irritably, “she just wants like twenty-three backups just in case she changes her mind.”
“Do we need to really sit here for this?” Monica mused
“Guys, be nice, it would hurt her feelings if we ditched her,” Amberly sighed.
“I do have to go soon though,” Skylar added. Back to her house, yes…but more importantly to a toilet.
“Hey what do you think about this pair?” Courtney asked, modeling her jeans
“Yeah, those look good” Monica said “But my mom, like, JUST called me and said I need to be home in like an hour…”
“Yeah,” Amberly added, jumping at the opportunity “And Monica was our ride so…”
“Boo, that sucks,” Courtney said, “well, I’ll buy these and we’ll head out. Want to grab Starbucks before we go?”
“Yeah, that sounds great,” Christina said happily.
No! Oh god no it doesn’t! Thought Skylar as she shivered, the thought of putting more liquid in her body made her bladder scream. Courtney went back to change, coming back out a few minutes later with her pair of jeans so she could check out.
Oh no…I…I have to stand up Skylar thought as a sheen of cold sweat broke out over her body. She swallowed as everyone else got to their feet with no trouble. She had to make it look like that too. Slowly, she rolled herself up to stand. Her bladder did not appreciate that one bit. It sent a painful tremor up her spine, making her gasp and bend over, grabbing the arm of the chair for support.
“You okay Sky?” Christina asked right before Skylar grabbed herself between the legs. She managed to halt the movement, pretending to adjust her skirt instead
“Y-yeah, my leg was just asleep” she lied, but Christina nodded and turned around to go with the other girls. Skylar stood still for a moment, barely breathing.
Ohhh…I’m so full…I have to pee RIGHT NOW! She thought, desperation making her tremble. The group was already near the check out line, which Skylar noted with a groan, was long. She had to get through it though. She couldn’t have an accident in the store. She’d wait until after and just use the Starbucks bathroom. They were usually nice enough, and this was an emergency.
Skylar took a hesitant step toward the line, but the moment she did, her bladder gave another hard throb. She bit her lip and shoved both hands between her legs, squeezing herself with all her might.
Aaaah! Oh no no no…! I..I can feel my pee…its right about to come out!
Her legs twisted together on their own as she felt hot pee travel down her urethra and she jammed her fingers against her hole as hard as she could. Another sensation throbbed between her legs, but it wasn’t the need she was experiencing. It…was pleasure. That…that felt good, to touch herself like that with her bladder about to burst. The confusion gave her a moment of clarity, a moment where she was able to regain a little control over her bladder. She swallowed hard and walked, quite stiffly, to where her friends were standing in line. They thought nothing of it, as they figured it was just her sleepy leg making her walk so stiffly.
Waiting in line was agony. Skylar bit her lips red, trying to keep her moans whimpers stifled. Her body shook with the effort of holding back her pee and keeping her potty dancing to a minimum. She couldn’t stand still even if she wanted to. Her bladder throbbed as she resigned to stand still, legs pressed tightly together but not crossed. Not yet. Suddenly, a crack of thunder echoed overhead, making all her friends jump and gasp from shock. Skylar was no exception to this; however, her shock wasn’t the thunder so much as it was the hot burst of pee that came jetting from between her legs.
No! No no no! Oh god I’m peeing! I’m peeing right here!
She crossed her legs tightly and jammed her fingers against her spurting pee hole.
Nnnn…it’s coming out so fast…
And indeed, it was, she was nearly pissing at full force. Her bladder was so full it was all going to come out at once and make a huge, shimmering yellow puddle on the white tiled floor of the boutique shop…
But it didn’t. By some miracle, she managed to stop the flow. She got her thighs and hand all wet in the process, her panties were completely soaked, but there was only a few drops that had splattered against the floor. She shivered, trying not to breathe so hard as her friends all giggled about the fright they had, oblivious to Skylar’s tiny accident.
I peed…I totally just peed right now…not all the way but it came out…
She shivered, biting her lip as she walked forward with the group. Her bladder wasn’t so rock solid anymore, and she felt like she could breathe a little easier. For a moment, she wondered if that brief release had been enough to let her make it home. She didn’t quite feel the urge as bad. Just as she was building some confidence on the matter, rain began to pour against the roof, splashing down the windows outside.
Oh fuck…she thought, eyes widening at the downpour. The sound…the sight of the water flooding down the window…Her bladder pounded. Her rapidly chilling wet panties teased her opening and she bit her cheek as a few greedy drops of pee warmed them right back up again. By the time Courtney had paid for her jeans, Skylar was dripping pee into her panties near constantly. With each dribble, she felt a tingling sense of pleasure and relief. She was certain she was leaving a little trail from the counter to the door, but she dared not to look. And, she consoled herself, even if she was there were so many people running in from the rain that the floor was getting wet anyway.
“What should we do?” Courtney wondered as they hesitated by the door “make a run for it?”
Oh right. Starbucks. In her crisis, Skylar had completely forgot. She’d been so focused on not letting her bladder loose all over the pretty white floor that she’d forgot about the plan for Starbucks. And running? Could she do that? She squeezed her muscles tight and pressed her legs together. It didn’t feel quite so full…and Starbucks was only seven stores down, a straight shot up the pathway.
I…I can make it Skylar resolved I have to make it. I’ll go to the bathroom in Starbucks, its just right there…I can hold it and run. I’ll run right into the bathroom.
“Let’s go,” Skylar said “It’s not that far, we won’t get like, super wet.”
Her friends agreed and they stepped outside under the awning, planning their dash.
“On the count of three!” Amberly said
Oh god its so cold…my bladder is shaking…
“One…”
Aaaah…my pee! I feel like its going to come out again…
“Two…”
No…no not yet…aaaah…ohhh its warm…
“Three!”
They took off in a sprint, Skylar running in a desperate haze right along with them. Her hazel eyes focused on the Starbucks ahead. The bathroom was there. She could pee in there. She barely noticed how the cool summer rain soaked her skin and clothes, but she did notice the spurts of pee that burst out of her with each step that crashed against the wet concrete floor. They reached the Starbucks in mere moments, ducking under the awning.
“Guess we weren’t the only ones with this idea,” Monica chuckled as the line wrapped outside to where they stood.
“We’re totally soaked,” Amberly sighed, “Oh well.”
Their conversation fell on Skylar’s deaf ears. She stood behind them, gripping her shopping bags. She had intended on running right past the line, right inside to the bathrooms, but she just couldn’t make it that far.
Standing there, right beside all her friends, as they chatted and laughed about the rain, Skylar’s bladder burst. A torrent of golden pee sprayed out from between her legs. She had no choice but to spread them a little in her body’s natural move to void the entire contents of her bladder. It hissed loudly, the only sound Skylar could hear, and splashed into a rain puddle below her. She gripped her shopping bags tight, looking down as she watched in horror as rivulets of pee streamed down the inside of her legs, creating warmth inside her flats.
It’s…coming out…it’s all coming out…
“Ahhhh…” Skylar sighed softly, eyes fluttering shut as she gave into the warm relief spreading through her body.
It feels so good…I’m peeing and it feels so good…
She felt like she could pee forever, so much was coming out. She shivered, from the pleasure of release rather than the cold, feeling her skin prickle. She pushed her muscles, making sure her pee sprayed out hard and fast. She had to swallow back a moan as a pleasurable sensation tickled hot between her legs. She recognized that sharp sensation, and it made her blush. The last of her pee trickled out, leaving her breathing heavy. And then she remembered she’d just done this in front of her closest friends. She swallowed thickly, looking slowly up at her companions for their reaction. After all, she’d just totally pissed herself like a toddler in front of them and an entire Starbucks line.
They were all still chatting amongst themselves. Skylar blinked. She’d just stood there and peed, she peed an entire ocean it seemed, and they hadn’t noticed a thing. She stood upright, licking her lips. It was raining really loud, and a lot of people were chatting in the line. Could that sound have covered the waterfall that had gushed from her? And the ground and her clothes were already wet. It covered any stains or smell...She let out a sigh. She just peed, in front of everyone, and it went entirely undetected. She shifted her bags around. Her bladder was happily empty, no longer giving her sharp signals, but she still felt a throbbing heat between her legs. Realization made her blush
Oh my god…peeing like that got me totally worked up…I guess…I guess it did feel really, really good…
Thinking about how good it felt to pee made her shiver, the heated throbbing growing worse. She was dying to touch herself, but she knew there was no way she could get away with THAT in line around everyone. She pressed her thighs together, sighing at the slight pleasure the pressure gave. Well…she was just going to have go straight home after this drink and sort that all out, wasn’t she? |
"I need a wee!" Amanda announced.
For the last three hours we had been standing in searing heat iat the centre of Siena's Piazza del Campo, tightly packed into a crowd of many thousands of spectators, hoping for a glimpse of a horse race that would last less than two minutes. The start of that race was still another hour away.
Peter, the girls' father, had flown in from London for a few days at the family's Tuscan villa and he and his wife Angela, Valerie and myself, Emily and Jack and Amanda and Callum had spent the day in Siena, absorbing the excitement of the Palio.
The Palio di Siena is no ordinary race meeting, nor is it an event organised with tourists in mind. In a tradition that goes back to the 1600s, ten of the city's "Contrade" (districts) compete in a frantic and lawless bareback scramble of horses and riders making three laps of the Piazza del Campo, the city's central square. Passion and rivalry are intense and bribery, betrayal, guile and rule-breaking are all considered fair game. The riders' crops, rumoured to be cured and distended bull's penises, are used as much to assault other jockeys as to encourage their own horses. Falls and spills are inevitable occurrences and a horse can win the race even if its rider is no longer on board.
That morning, knowing that every parking space in the city would have long since been taken, we had parked Peter's hire car and the battered old Fiat runabout some distance out of town and walked for two miles through the city's crowded, narrow, medieval streets of pink stone, each district proudly flying its contrada colours from every door and window. By some miracle Peter had managed to book a restaurant table and we had had a long and very enjoyable lunch, washed down with a little wine and plenty of mineral water - the afternoon was going to be hot.
We were each wearing the colours of our chosen contrada. In honour of the little bronze statue of Ondine in the grounds of the Tuscan villa, Valerie had paired her classic white summer dress with a headscarf in the sky blue and white of the Onda (Wave) district. I wore an Aquila (Eagle) t-shirt that I thought made me look rather dashing until Valerie pointed out that Aquila was known as the "nonna" (granny) district because it had not won the race for so many years.
On a previous visit to the city, Emily and Amanda had been bothered by over-attentive Sienese young men so instead of her usual miniskirt Amanda had opted for a cool, white cotton blouse and denim shorts that emphasised her long, tanned and flawlessly-shaped legs, her honey-coloured hair tied in a ponytail and topped with a dark blue cap bearing the scallop shell badge of the Nicchio (Seashell) contrada. Callum could hardly take his eyes off her.
Emily's wine-red tailored shorts and white crop shirt were topped by a red and black Civetta (Little Owl) scarf. With the dark wavy hair she had inherited from Peter she looked, as ever, stunningly beautiful.
Palio spectators - or at least those ordinary citizens who have not booked months in advance and paid anything up to 350 euros for a seat on a wooden bench in front of one of the bars and restaurants that line the square - crowd on to a standing area in the centre of the racecourse. The course is cleared of pedestrians long before the race starts to prepare for the Corteo Storico ceremonial pageant and from that time there is no way off the central island - and there are no toilet facilities on it.
"I'm bursting!" Amanda insisted, jigging restlessly from foot to foot for emphasis as a squad of mounted carabinieri made a dramatic charge round the racetrack.
"Trust you, Amanda!" replied her father, raising his eyes to heaven in mock exasperation. "But you're going to have to wait I'm afraid. They've closed off the square now so you won't be able to go anywhere until after the race. And even then I'm not sure where you're going to find a loo, especially as about fifty thousand other people are going to be looking for one at the same time."
"Actually, Amanda's not the only one" said Emily quietly. "And I don't think I am going to be able to wait much longer."
Normally, this would not have presented too much of a problem as Angela and her three daughters would often wet themselves discreetly when no toilet was available and usually wore skirts or dresses to make this easier. However discretion was hardly an option in this tightly-packed crowd. A puddle would be obvious and could well spread under other spectators' feet. And today, both girls were wearing shorts so an accident would be all too obvious.
The great bell in the Torre del Mangia began to toll and the Corteo Storico historical pageant of some 700 people in medieval costume, commemorating the time when Siena was a rich and powerful city-state, entered the square and began to parade round the racetrack, each of the 17 Contrade in their own colours.
Her legs squeezed tightly together, Emily began to cry. "I'm going to wet myself in front of all these people!" she murmured in distress as Jack put a protective arm round her.
I bent down and took a litre bottle of water out of my backpack, removed the lid and then let it slip from my hand as I started to drink. Water gushed out over the herringbone-patterned brick pavement. There was ribald laughter and comments of "maldestro" and "ubriaco" from the crowd around us as I clumsily stood on the bottle whilst trying to regain my feet. I stepped aside.
Recognising my plan, Jack put his hands on Emily's hips and gently guided her into the spot I had vacated, then stood protectively close behind her.. "OK guys, circle time!" he said quietly. We all gathered round.
"Thank you" Emily whispered to me.
She stood still in the middle of the tight circle we had made round her and let go. Pee flowed silently down her legs but the already huge patch on the paving did not change noticeably as most of the extra liquid disappeared into cracks between the herringbone-patterned bricks that made up the surface of the square.
When she had finished Amanda murmured "Me next, please - quick!" Watching Emily's relief, she had started to wet her shorts.
"Welcome to the magic circle!" said Callum, taking up station behind Amanda with his hands on her hips. The dark patch of wetness between her legs expanded up the front and rear of her denim shorts and pee streamed down the insides of her bare legs. Some quirk of the shape of her shorts prevented the silent flow Emily had achieved and I was aware of the sound of pee splashing on the pavement beneath her feet. Luckily, all eyes in the crowd was on a spectacular flag-throwing competition between the seventeen contrade stationed around the racetrack and nobody outside our group seemed aware of what was happening right beside them.
So far, so good. But we now had two beautiful girls who had very obviously wet themselves and they could well attract unwelcome attention as we walked back to our cars through streets thronged with excited, competitive, alcohol-fuelled and testosterone-charged partygoers.
Amanda's was the worse case. Although Emily's dark red shorts showed clear evidence of a wetting they had not changed colour to the same extent as Amanda's pale blue faded denim. Once again I rummaged in my backpack, produced the sweater I had worn in the cool of early morning and offered it to Amanda to tie round her waist behind her. That at least covered one angle.
"Maybe this will teach you girls to plan ahead!" said Angela, in a self-satisfied voice.
"Mummy - you've....!" Valerie exclaimed, then broke off.
Angela was wearing a full-length kaftan sundress with an elaborate black and white pattern. Around her shoulders she wore a large shawl in the black and white of the Lupa (She-wolf) contrada. There was a tiny puddle between her feet.
"I've been letting it out bit by bit for some time. In the right clothes, as long as you don't suddenly release a flood, nobody notices." She took off her Lupa shawl and tied it protectively round Emily's slim waist. "We'd better swap loyalties for the rest of the day, you and I." Emily untied her Civetta scarf and handed it to her mother.
Birds scattered in alarm as a loud explosion signalled that the race was about to begin. Nine of the horses and riders assembled behind a rope stretched across the racetrack. The race would start - theoretically - when the tenth rider galloped his horse towards the starting line. Horses and riders jostled for position behind the rope with much taunting, catcalling and offers of bribes. Finally, after several false starts, re-groupings and re-starts, the race was on!
The ten horses and riders thundered past us, leaning in to the sharp corner ahead. The crowd roared and all heads followed the progress of the riders on the first of their three laps. As she watched the race, Valerie parted her legs slightly. A stream fell from beneath her dress and splashed on to the brick paving between her sandals.
Horses and riders swept past us a second time, the crowd shouting and screaming encouragement to their contrada and curses and catcalls to their rivals. Valerie continued to wet her knickers beneath her dress in full view of, but completely un-noticed by, thousands of spectators.
On the third lap, the horses and riders were more spaced out with the Draco contrada's horse clearly in the lead. The crowd went wild. Valerie, demure and pretty in her pristine white dress, resumed her normal stance and gave me a cheeky grin.
Stewards removed the barriers and the excited crowd spilled on to the racecourse, some to throng round the horse and rider of their own contrada, others making their way to the street parties in each district that would continue long into the night.
We formed ourselves into a tight group with Emily and Amanda in the middle and threaded our way through the revellers that thronged the streets. As we passed the winning jockey, standing beside his horse in the middle of a crowd of ecstatic Draco supporters, we noticed that he was swigging red wine from a baby's bottle. "Apparently, it symbolises re-birth" explained Peter.
Luckily both girls had dried off to some extent, daylight was fading and, apart from the occasional street lamp and light spilling out from crowded and noisy restaurants and bars, the narrow medieval streets were fairly dark so we managed the two-mile walk back to the cars without incident or embarrassment. I was beginning to feel the pressure myself as I had not had a pee for several hours and I imagined that the other men were feeling much the same.
A short distance out of town Peter swung his car into a deserted lay-by - I could guess why. I followed him in. As Peter, Jack, Callum and I stood in a row, four jets of piss arcing into the undergrowth at the edge of the lay-by, there was a sudden flash of blinding light.
"That's one for the album!" said Valerie, looking with satisfaction at the image on her phone camera. |
AN- Hi all! This story was the result of my first commission. If you enjoy it, or some of my other work, please consider commissioning me if you're interested in a customer piece! I'll be breaking this down into 3 chapters due to length. Hope you all enjoy!
“Okay girls! I'm about to head out! Come say bye!” A young man called. He grabbed his overstuffed denim backpack and hefted it over his left shoulder. He ran his right hand through his Sandy brown hair as he mentally went over the checklist of everything he was going to need for this work trip. He hated having to leave his girls behind, but rules were rules. Doing a last pat down of his pockets to confirm he had his critical items, Troy nodded to himself and stepped out of his room and into the hallway leading to the front door.
He smiled seeing his Pokemon waiting to send him off. Kendall, his Absol, rubbed up against his leg affectionately. She'd come an awful long way since he had first caught her as a young pup. Sandra, his Braixen, gave him a warm hug. She hated when her trainer left, she always missed him terribly. That was why Troy had brought home Kendall in the first place, to help curb some of the loneliness.
“I'll miss you too girls. Be good while I'm gone. I don't want a repeat of last time either, Sandra. You do not mess with the doors while I'm gone, understood? I'm setting the alarm, so I will know if you do. I'll be back bright and early tomorrow.” He made sure Sandra had nodded to indicate her understanding before he reached down to ruffle Kendall’s fur and make sure her collar was still in place. He didn't even want to consider the mess he'd come home to without it. The collar activated an electronic lock that would let her out to do her business.
With a final wave, Troy opened the door and left, locking it behind him. The two pokemon stared for a minute after hearing the click before looking at each other. “What now?” Asked Sandra.
Kendall shrugged her forelegs. “We could watch some tv, and drink some of the sodas I managed to get.” She offered with a slightly mischievous grin. Troy did not like them having sugary drinks often, but being as quick and quiet as she was had its advantages. Sandra wasn't much of a rule breaker, but if Kendall had already done the hard part, she might be persuaded to acquiesce. The allure of the forbidden fruit proved too strong for the often times goody two shoes to resist. Sandra nodded eagerly.
Kendall trotted off to their shared room. Occasionally either of them slept on the couch, but Troy’s house had 3 bedrooms and only himself aside from the Pokemon. He'd used one of the spare rooms as a workout and gaming facility, but the third he'd left to Braixen, who had happily shared the space when Kendall had first joined them. What Sandra hadn't realized, however, was there was a false floorboard on a section. The Absol had been positively tickled to discover it. She tended to stash all sorts of treats in it, and it was from here the she retrieved several cans of various pops. She slipped the floorboard back in place and began setting the cans on a small cart Troy had kindly purchased for her. Being the only quadruped, it could be tricky to get things from room to room with only her mouth. The cart left her gather more things at once, something she was quite glad for as she maneuvered it out into the living room to share with Sandra.
“Tada!” The Absol exclaimed, lifting one of her forepaws as though she was pulling off a curtain. Sandra sighed and rolled her eyes, accompanying it with a mocking clap. Kendall pretended to bow, which was mostly ignored. “Would you mind doing to honors?” She asked, before trotting over to the Braixen with a can her her mouth. Her tail wagged eagerly as her friend popped the lid (the benefits of having thumbs never ceased to amaze the quadruped.), and kindly poured it out into a bowl.
Kendall began to lap at the soda enthusiastically while Sandra grinned her own can and started to guzzle it down. She wished she had any idea how the Absol managed to snag so many drinks. Even though she wasn't the type to do something like that, it was still impressive.
Soon both the can and bowl were empty, and Sandra poured out another one for her friend while drinking at her own. It looked like Kendall had gotten her paws (or more accurately teeth, judging by the small regular dents on each beverage) on about 12. They'd probably go through all of them before Troy got back, given he'd left so early in the day. Sandra didn't think it was even noon yet.
As Kendall sipped the last dregs of her bowl, she belched loudly and then gave a satisfied sigh. Sandra gave her a disapproving look, ignoring the contented sigh that came next. “Hey, want me to set up your bowl next to the TV? There is supposed to be a marathon of The Diary of a Pokéromantic starting soon. It's leading up to the final episode.”
Kendall nodded. “Of course! I can't wait to see how it ends up.” She grabbed her bowl in her mouth and the duo walked into the living room together. Sandra worked on turning the TV to the right channel since the remote had disappeared a while back. Kendall realized the soda, while delicious, had made her more thirsty from the sheer amount of sugar, and trotted back into the kitchen to drink water. She nudged the sink handle up and drank from the tap. Mmm, water was exactly what she needed.
“Kendall! Come on, it's starting!” Sandra called. “Oh, and could you grab me a water bottle out of the fridge?”
“Sure!” Kendall replied, turning the tap back off and getting back down to all fours. She made a face as her front paws hit the ground, all the liquid in her stomach seemed to slosh uncomfortably. She'd slow it down, she thought, as she hooked a paw under the fridge door handle gently to open it, took the water bottle in her teeth, and wandered back out to join Sandra.
“Thank you, that soda made me so thirsty.” The Braixen said appreciatively, as she took the bottle out of Kendall’s mouth, before cracking the lid and taking a long gulp. Kendall wagged her tail in reply, and gave a friendly nod before settling onto the couch. She noticed Sandra had refilled her bowl with one of the sodas. Awesome, she wouldn't have to ask mid episode.
“Good thing you go here! They're airing this with no commercials during the episodes, just a few intermissions.” Sandra filled Kendall in.
“Great! Commercials are the worst, I wish they'd get rid of them altogether.”
Sandra nodded with agreement, tucking her feet up onto her chair to be a little more comfortable. While her and Kendall had their disagreements from time to time, and the initial adjustment had been tough, she was really happy to have her friend. They got along really well, despite the Absol’s rebellious streak and Sandra’s more meek and obedient nature. She sipped on her water as the first episode started, quickly becoming engrossed in the show.
The intermissions, as it turned out, we pretty long. Normally Pokéromance was about an hour, but without commercials it was cut down to around forty minutes. The ten minute intermission at the end of the first episode was a welcome break to grab some snacks from the kitchen and fill Kendall’s bowl with water. Sandra had started absentmindedly drinking another water bottle when the next show started.
It wasn't until a few minutes in that she noticed her bladder was starting to send some signals. By this point she'd downed a good portion of her new water bottle, so she put the lid on and set it aside. Her legs readjusted to spread out a bit more, trying to find a new way to sit that would let her get through. She knew there was almost thirty minutes left, and she’d seen the episode before even though Kendall hadn’t. She could take a potty break, but decided to wait. Worst case scenario, she could just make a dash to the bathroom. Kendall might tease her a little, but there would be no real harm done.
Given how much she'd been drinking though, Sandra’s bladder filled faster than she had expected. Ten minutes later she was having trouble sitting still, and the episode was only half over.
Kendall began to notice Sandra’s constant movement. The sound was interrupting her immersion and was getting a bit annoying. “You okay?” She asked.
Sandra nodded, and stopped shifting around so much. She didn't mean to be quite so obvious something was wrong. Even knowing nothing really bad would happen, she felt a little shy admitting she was starting to need to pee pretty urgently. A few minutes later she bit the bullet. All that soda had gone straight through her it seemed like. She got up and started walking toward the bathroom, which was down two halls and on the left. She always thought it was weird that it was so far away from the living room, but it did put it closer to her bedroom.
Sandra shut the door behind her, locking it. Her bladder seemed to realize how close she was to the toilet, suddenly sending an extremely strong signal that it needed to let go immediately. “Mmmph.” Sandra made an unusual noise as she put her hand between her legs and pushed on her pussy. She had to bounce in place for a minute to get control. What was she thinking, letting it get this bad? Finally the full balloon inside of her settled down enough so that she could skitter over and do her business.
Sandra felt an intense relief as she started to piss. It washed over her body like a wave, relaxing her muscles as her stream echoed in the bathroom. The Braixen sighed contentedly, so glad to had just decided to go instead of waiting any longer. Although, with such an intense relief, she wondered if waiting would've made it a more pleasurable feeling. She pondered that idly for the next thirty seconds or so as she finished up, washed her hands, and returned to the living room.
“Did you get lost?” Kendall teased. Her friend had been gone a while, she must have really needed to go. Though she didn't say it, her own need was starting to build. With only fifteen minutes left in the show though, the Absol resolved to wait. It wasn't that bad yet anyway.
Sandra rolled her eyes before sitting back down. She decided to wait a little while before grabbing another drink. “Whatever.” Sandra replied. She smirked, grabbing her stick from beside the chair. She began to concentrate on a bag cheese snacks Kendall was munching on. Pointing her stick at the cheese crackers, she twitched it upward and the bag shot into the air.
“Hey!” The Absol screeched, both annoyed and confused to have her treats ripped away from her grasp. Sandra telekinetically lowered the bag into her grasp, snatching out a handful triumphantly. Kendall was not happy anyone had taken something away from her, but took it in stride. “Well at least I can wait until the end of a show to pee!” She declared, sticking her tongue out at Sandra.
“Well tell me when not peeing brings you your snacks back.” Sandra snarkily replied.
Kendall didn't want to miss out on the show any longer than she had to so rather than fighting more, she huffed indignantly and settled back onto her paws to enjoy the rest of the episode. |
This story was inspired by a brief experience that Kelli shared with me long ago via messenger. Enjoy!
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Lauren had been day dreaming when Mr. Riley's booming voice suddenly snapped her back to reality. It was a Monday morning and as usual she had found it difficult to stay engaged in her first period math class, but fortunately Mr. Riley did not seem to notice, he was merely reminding the class to complete their homework as the bell rang indicating that it was time to move on to next period. As she exited the classroom she approached one of her friends, Sarah, and the two girls began chatting about what they had done the previous weekend as they walked on to second period. Before she knew it, Lauren found herself walking into Ms. Andersons English class. Immediately she noticed that there was a bit of excitement in the room and as she looked around she noticed a table set up with several soft drinks and snacks out. Everyone in the class excitedly sat down and Ms. Anderson walked to the front of the room and addressed the class.
"Good morning everyone" she said "Because you all performed so well on last week's exam, I've decided that instead of our usual class today we are going to have a bit of a social, as you've noticed there are some snacks and drinks over on the table there, feel free to help yourself to as much as you like and use the period to talk about your weekends or whatever else you might want to do. Now, before we start, would anyone like to help me pass out plates and cups?"
Immediately in the very front of the room Brooke Hazelwood's hand shot up.
Ugh. Brooke Hazelwood, the teachers pet. Brooke always seemed to be sucking up to the teachers in any way that she could, much to the annoyance of Lauren and some of her other classmates. Ms. Anderson thanked Brooke and the pair immediately began passing out plates and cups to the rest of the class.
Lauren, along with most of her classmates, enjoyed having snacks as well as several cups of iced tea and soda. Lauren happily chatted along with her classmates and enjoyed the free period. During a bit of a lull in the conversation, Lauren felt a bit of a twinge in her tummy, she had to pee, somewhat badly actually, she'd been so wrapped up in the conversation she had hardly noticed how much liquid had built up inside her. On a typical day, Lauren would usually use the toilet in the locker room after she changed for her 4th period gym class, but it made sense that she had to go now considering how much she had drank. She craned her neck to look back at the clock in the front of the classroom and noted that was about 20 minutes left in the period. Ms Anderson would certainly excuse her if she asked, but Lauren typically didn't like to ask for a bathroom break during classes, she was pretty good about going before gym, during lunch, or in between periods, and besides, she didn't want to miss any of this free social time.
As the period came to a close, Lauren found it increasingly difficult to focus on the conversation and had to make a mental effort to resist fanning her legs. Although she had greatly enjoyed the free time, she was kind of glad it was coming to an end, if the period were any longer she would definitely have had to ask to go. With just 2 minutes left before the bell, Ms. Anderson walked back to the front of the room and asked everyone to quiet down.
"I hope you all have enjoyed this free time, before you go, would anyone be able to do me a favor and stay to help me clean up?"
Almost on queue, Brooke's hand shot up again, and she began hurriedly collecting the cups and plates to throw them away.
Lauren meanwhile had fallen back into a bit of trance as she tried to ignore the now very persistent pressure in her bladder. She was snapped out of it by the bell and excitedly began packing her things into her bag before rushing down the hall to the girls room. As she approached the girls bathroom, she was already beginning to imagine the sweet relief she was about to get when she rounded the corner and was dismayed to see 3 girls from her class, one of them being Sarah, waiting outside of two occupied stalls. She got in line behind Sarah and immediately noticed that her friend seemed a bit flustered and was pacing back and fourth. Lauren made a conscious effort to stand still and act like a grown up, she wasn't going to pee dance like a kindergartner no matter how bad she had to go.
The other stall opened and one of the girls from the other line darted in, not wanting to listen to her sweet relief, Lauren tried to make small talk with her friend by asking about the lunch menu, but Sarah didn't seem too interested in talking. "Sorry I'm a little distracted" she said blushing "I had a bit too much iced tea during Ms. Anderson's class and I really need to go before Mrs. Atkins' class because you know she never lets anyone go"
That was true, Mrs. Atkins was Lauren's strictest teacher and did not like people leaving her class for any reason. Lauren felt a pang of anxiety when she realized how long this bathroom excursion was taking, if there was one thing Mrs. Atkins hated more than bathroom requests, it was tardiness, and the break would be over soon.
Thankfully however, the stall opened and Sarah headed in. Lauren closed her eyes and subtly crossed her legs as she was forced to listen to her friend's relief. After what seemed like an hour but was more like a minute, Sarah emerged from the stall and Lauren rushed in, quickly unbuttoning and pulling down her jeans, and finally sitting on the toilet. She signed quietly to herself as she finally had her much needed pee break. When she was finished, she hurried out of the stall, quickly rinsing her hands and exiting the bathroom. As she strode just across the hall to Mrs. Atkinson's classroom, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a figure intently speedwalking down the hall. It was Brooke, she was walking quickly and had a determined look on her face. She stopped directly between the door to the classroom and the entrance to the bathroom with her legs tightly together and seemed to contemplating something. After a second she took a quick step toward the bathroom but then suddenly, the bell rang, and Brooked turned on her heel and quickly followed Lauren into the classroom.
Fortunately for both girls, Mrs. Atkinson did not seem to notice their slight tardiness, as they quickly took the last two open seats near the front of the classroom.
Lauren immediately noticed that something was definitely off with Brooke, she did not seem to be paying much attention to the lesson, and was repeatedly looking at the clock. Lauren was able to put 2 and 2 together fairly easily; Brooke needed to pee, she had probably drank a ton of tea and soda during 2nd period, and while Lauren had made it to the bathroom, Brooke was held up helping Ms. Anderson. She probably needed to go just as bad as Lauren had, or worse.
While Lauren could certainly sympathize with Brooke's predicament, she couldn't deny that there was something satisfying about seeing the perfect princess in an embarrassing and uncomfortable situation. Lauren tried to pay attention to the lesson as she noticed Brooke's fidgeting getting more and more pronounced next to her.
Suddenly, about 25 minutes into the 1 hour period, Brooke let out a gasp and froze, bending over slightly and looking straight down at her feet. Lauren looked over at the struggling girl and noticed that her face was red as a tomato and her eyes were closed tightly. She stayed like that for a few seconds then took a quick breath and looked up right at Mrs. Atkinson before her hand shot in the air.
"Yes Brooke?"
"MRS. ATKINSON" Brooke blurted abruptly before catching herself yelling "Mrs. Atkinson" she said again in a calm, but quivering voice "Um, may I please use the restroom, I - I was um helping Ms. Anderson clean up at the end of last period and missed the whole break."
All eyes had been on Brooke, but they now turned to Mrs. Atkinson, who seemed a bit surprised that Brooke, of all people, would ask for a bathroom break in her class. She actually seemed to contemplate letting her go.
"I'm sorry Brooke" she finally said, seemingly genuinely remorseful "but if I let you go, then I have to let everyone go... the period is nearly half over, its not to much longer."
Brooke nodded slowly and looked straight at the floor, her face now an even brighter red. She seemed to be on the verge of tears. Lauren noticed that Brooke was very still after that, although she was wearing a clearly pained expression. With about 15 minutes left in the period, her breathing became shallow and quick, and Lauren noticed that she had buried her left hand into her crotch. Since her desperate request, most of the class had been watching Brooke intently, enthralled that the perfect teacher's pet, who always acted so mature, was on the verge of wetting her pants in class.
With about 10 minutes left, Brooke suddenly gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, tears were streaming down her face. She began to stand up "Mrs-----Atkinson" she said through a sob as she rose to her feet. Mrs. Atkinson looked over, and as Brooke had nearly completely stood up, a massive jet of liquid suddenly shot out from her dark gray leggings, splattering loudly on the floor. She let out a cry and turned towards the door, but then another massive jet shot out, and this one did not stop, Brooke collapsed back into her desk and buried her face into her arms as she completely flooded her chair. For over 40 seconds she peed, and not a single sound could be heard in the classroom other than the splattering of her pent up urine on the classroom floor.
As she finally finished, she let out another agonized sob into her desk before Mrs. Atkinson approached her and gently put a hand on her shoulder. "Brooke I'm terribly sorry" she whispered "please take your things and go to the nurses' office"
Brooke slowly got up and grabbed her bag, and with her head lowered quickly walked out of the classroom. Lauren turned around to Sarah, who was sitting behind her with a shocked look on her face. "And that" Lauren said "Is why I don't do teachers any favors".
Edited July 15, 2018 by WiiGuy86
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OK, I promised that my next story would involve male-male comfort, but I lied. I'm sorry ? This was a request from granger Danger, so I thought I'd throw something together. I do have other ideas though, so I hope to get something else out before summer ends!
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Chase Richards flipped his head back, running his fingers through his thick, russet hair. It wasn’t so much a calculated move as a habit he’d developed after learning that his friends (peers? Cronies?) seemed to interpret the gesture in whatever way they thought best. It kept him from having to say too much. Chase wasn’t very good with words.
Luckily for Chase, he didn’t often need words. He had the height, build, and looks that gave him a golden ticket to the good graces of others. Most teachers - and certainly most of his classmates – never pressed him on much of anything. Not schoolwork, not his behavior, and not whether he really deserved the level of popularity he enjoyed as a senior in high school.
Chase didn’t think about his unearned popularity too much. At 18, he had a set of mannerisms that served him well – introspection wasn’t required. So when emotions or challenges presented themselves, he didn’t have a whole lot of practice reacting.
And Chase’s reactions tended towards nastiness.
It wasn’t that he was mean. He certainly didn’t intend to be mean. It was more that he’d never really gotten the hang of social humor or teasing, so when he tried to joke, it came out jerk. He didn’t mean it. He just…didn’t know what else to do.
Like today.
Chase really didn’t know what had gone wrong. Well, he did know, if he bothered to think about it. It was actually fairly straightforward, and it started and ended with Courtney Montell.
Courtney was a junior – only a junior, Chase tried to remind himself – but she was captivating. She was confident and articulate, and Chase was entranced. Courtney was the student council treasurer, and with Homecoming approaching, she’d been spending a lot of time working with the senior class members of the council, including Chase’s friend Marco.
Chase hadn’t thought twice about Marco. He was the student council president, so it was natural that Courtney would be around him a lot. He hadn’t thought about it much, but Chase had implicitly assumed that Courtney’s relationship with Marco was all business. Besides, Chase wasn’t one to consider the possibility that another guy could be with a girl he himself had already mentally claimed.
So really, it was just that Chase had been caught off guard after lunch when he’d turned a corner in the hallway and seen Courtney kissing Marco. Chase’s jaw slackened and his head felt fuzzy, seeing the girl he liked making out with one of his best friends.
Before Chase had time to process anything, Marco had broken off the kiss and turned down another hallway, winking at Courtney as he left. Courtney spun around, grinning to herself, and came face to face with a stunned Chase (who, it turned out, had been standing much closer to the couple than he’d realized).
Courtney blinked once before composing herself. “Can I help you?”
“If you’re gonna be kissing guys in hallways, I’ll take one.” Chase could feel the sneer creep onto his face but had no control over the curl of his lip.
Courtney didn’t even bother to roll her eyes, further irritating Chase with her lack of response. She took a step forward, but he rammed his hand against the wall in front of her, blocking her with his arm.
Still, Courtney didn’t flinch, though her heart rate sped up. No matter how much she believed that Chase was all bluster, being physically blocked by a 6’3”, 225-pound man was never going to be a comfortable situation.
“Move, Chase.”
Chase’s stomach fluttered. He knew the situation wasn’t going well, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“Why? You weren’t in any hurry a minute ago,” he said, his voice dangerously approaching a growl.
“That’s how time works, asshole,” Courtney snapped. Her eyes glittered with challenge, but she was trying to keep her voice from shaking.
Chase barely heard her. He wanted Courtney, and somehow, in his socially underdeveloped mind, he was convinced that he could still have her, if she would just…
“Come on, Court,” he rumbled, circling his other arm around her until she was backed up against the wall. “There’s no one here-“
“Stop!” Courtney shrieked, slapping Chase squarely across the cheek.
“Mr. Richards! Miss Montell!”
Mrs. Harker, the physics teacher, strode down from the other end of the hallway. “Back away from each other now!” she ordered.
Chase took two giant steps backwards, his arms dropping limply by his sides. His cheek stung, but he barely felt it through the utter daze of the past minute.
Courtney was fuming. “Mrs. Harker, he-“
“Detention for both of you,” Mrs. Harker interrupted sharply. “We have zero tolerance for physical violence at this school.”
Courtney opened her mouth to argue, but Mrs. Harker cut her off. “I’m sorry, Miss Montell,” she said, more gently. “Detention is the consequence for violence, no matter what the context.”
Mrs. Harker turned back to look at Chase. “3:15, both of you. Mr. Green will be supervising detention this afternoon in room 113. No excuses.”
Glaring once more at Chase, Courtney strode away. The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch period, and the hallway filled with students, none of whom had the slightest idea what had just happened.
Which more or less covers all of the important events that led to the current situation – Chase Richards, instead of taking out his car keys to drive home, was sullenly dawdling in front of his locker, unconsciously delaying having to face Courtney again in detention.
“Chase Richards!” Mr. Green, the new freshman English teacher and today’s detention supervisor, was the kind of first-year teacher who chose to be overly strict to counteract his youth and assert his authority over the students.
“Room 113, now!”
Chase pulled his backpack from his locker and slung it over his shoulder. “I’m just gonna-“
Mr. Green cut him off with a glare. “No, you’re not ‘just gonna’,” he said derisively. “You have detention, and you are subject to the same rules as everyone else.”
The teacher glared at Chase, not quite achieving the level of command that he wanted. “No matter what most of the other teachers here might thing,” he added sharply.
Chase’s eyebrows knit in bemusement. He knew Green was a hardass, but it was just detention, and it wasn’t like Chase was trying to get out of it – he just wanted to go to the bathroom.
Chase always went to the bathroom right after school, before going out to his car. It was just another one of his habits. It wasn’t that he had to go really bad or anything, but being denied the access made him realize just how full his bladder was.
All of these thoughts proceeded rather slowly through Chase’s head, and by the time it occurred to him to ask Mr. Green to use the restroom real quick, the teacher had already started walking down the hallway to the dedicated detention room. Chase took long strides to catch up, but by the time he did, Mr. Green had reached the door of Room 113.
Chase followed him in and opened his mouth to ask for a quick trip to the bathroom but stopped short when he saw Courtney sitting in the desk closest to the door.
Chase’s mouth snapped shut and his request died in his throat. He’d already screwed up with Courtney once today; he couldn’t bear to ask to us the restroom in front of her.
Flustered and still full, Chase put his head down and slunk to the back of the room, taking the sat in the corner farthest from the door – and farthest from Courtney.
The digital clocked flipped to 3:15 – apparently, no other students had been given detention that day.
“No phones, no electronics,” ordered Mr. Green by way of a greeting. “You will be released at 4:15, not one second earlier. You don’t have to do homework if you don’t want to, but you may not talk.”
Chase shifted in his seat. He’d never been given detention before. He supposed the rules made sense, but he really wasn’t sure he could wait for an hour, especially without his phone to distract him.
Still, he managed for the first fifteen minutes. Sitting in the back of the room definitely helped – he didn’t have to worry about Courtney looking at him, and he could squirm a little to try to keep his bladder comfortable without having to worry about being seen.
At 3:30, though, Chase heard the buzzing of a phone. To his surprise, Mr. Green picked up his phone off the desk and glanced at the screen.
“Stay here,” Mr. Green ordered needlessly. He’d apparently determined that the call was worth taking and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
The instant the door clicked shut, Courtney whirled around, glaring at Chase. He twitched under the intensity of her gaze; he had only been looking in that direction because of Mr. Green, but now it looked like he’d been staring at Courtney.
She didn’t seem to care about Chase looking at her, though. “This is your fault,” she hissed, keeping her voice quiet but bitter.
Chase’s face went blank. He knew that his interaction with Courtney hadn’t gone well, but she seemed…really mad.
“You’re disgusting,” Courtney continued, her voice venomous. “You think you can just take whatever you want and never have any consequences.”
Chase tensed reflexively. People just didn’t yell at him like that…
“It was a joke,” he insisted dumbly, his attempt at levity coming out decidedly petulant.
Courtney scoffed. “No woman in the world thinks that shit is funny.”
Chase got a funny feeling in his stomach, beyond the fullness of his bladder. It was weird hearing a high school student refer to herself as a woman, but as soon as she said it, it made sense. She was a woman, and Chase felt like a little kid in front of her.
A little kid who had to pee.
Courtney seemed to sense his quailing. “Are we still in kindergarten, Chase?” she mocked. “You don’t know how to act around girls that you like, so you’re mean to them to get their attention?”
Chase flushed red so quickly, his face was like a buzzer on a game show, lighting up to signal Courtney’s correct answer. She felt her own skin warm in response – confronting unreciprocated affection was never enjoyable.
“Honestly, Chase –“ She was no longer snapping, but her voice still wasn’t friendly. “- it’s the 21st century. You don’t get to treat people – women - like shit and expect them to just be OK with it.”
Chase was keeping his head very deliberately down at this point, both in embarrassment and because he was trying to curl over the desk. He felt so full, he was having a hard time keeping himself from squirming. As much as he didn’t want to have this conversation with Courtney (it was more of a monologue than a conversation, anyway), he really didn’t want her looking at him when he had to pee.
Not one to skillfully manage unpleasant emotions, Chase reflexively settled into anger. “I don’t,” he grumbled.
Courtney’s eyebrows drew together, projecting more incredulity than she actually felt. “You can’t possibly have so little self-awareness,” she derided. “You really do have the social skills of a five-year-old.”
Blushing even more deeply, Chase scowled down at the desk. Being called a child twice in quick succession made his plight all the more painful. He flicked his eyes up at the clock and almost whined. There were still 40 minutes left in detention, and the combination of his full bladder and Courtney’s accusations made that 4-minute barrier seem impossibly long.
The sound of the door opening made Chase look up.
“No talking,” snapped Mr. Green before ducking back out into the hallway, phone still at his ear.
Courtney had turned forward as soon as the door opened, but she threw another glare back at Chase before returning to her homework.
Chase nearly sighed in relief. The deliberate lack of squirming over the past few minutes had heightened his need, and he had to thrust a hand between his legs to ease the desperation. He writhed and gripped for a few seconds to make himself feel better. A quick glance up at Courtney showed that she was diligently bent over her homework, paying him no mind.
Exhaling slowly, Chase released he hand. The immediacy of the last surge had abated, but his heart was still beating hard. For a second, he thought of getting up and going to the bathroom, but that idea didn’t last long. For one, Mr. Green would almost certainly yell at him as soon as he stepped in the hallway. And he didn’t want to give Courtney another reason to scorn him.
He’d just have to wait it out. Just over a half hour now, and as long as Courtney wasn’t looking at him, he could shift and wriggle freely.
For the next 15 minutes or so, Chase did just that. He even crossed his long legs, which he hated doing, but the relief was too good to pass up. Unfortunately, even that tactic didn’t help for long. Chase’s body had been well trained to use the bathroom after school and being made to wait an hour to release and entire day’s worth of urine wasn’t something he was prepared for.
Forced to physically hold himself again, Chase’s breathing became shallow. Unconsciously, he started shifting arrhythmically, twitching back and forth and kneading his dick between his legs.
“Shh!”
A sharp hiss from Courtney caught Chase off guard, and he felt a hot spurt of pee soak into his underwear. He looked up anxiously just in time to see Courtney turning back to her homework, a disgusted look on her face.
Chase bit his lip to keep from whining audibly. He was clutching himself to the point of pain, but the dampness against his skin was breaking down his already-weak defenses. He remained curled over the desktop, tensing seemingly every single muscle in his body, trying to keep himself from having an accident through brute force. He couldn’t move to look at the clock, which was probably a good thing, because the clock would’ve told him that there were still 10 minutes left.
And Chase didn’t have 10 minutes.
Chase didn’t have 10 seconds.
A painful surge rippled through Chase’s lower body, and a strong stream burst out of him, soaking right through his boxers and into his jeans. Chase grunted unwillingly, but his muscles were worn out and ill-prepared for such consistent tensing.
Futilely, Chase kept his hand between his legs, but it was all over. He was wetting himself.
Time seemed to slow down and speed up simultaneously, and Chase, if he’d been able to think or feel at all, would’ve felt like he was in a dream. The sensation of peeing into his jeans, while sitting at a desk, in a classroom, was so utterly foreign that the entire situation felt surreal to the point of unbelievability.
Chase’s chest heaved with uneven breaths. Piss pooled briefly on the desk seat under him before spilling onto the floor.
In the front of the classroom, Courtney was distracted by the unfamiliar sound. She whipped around to demand silence from Chase once again, but her face quickly melted from irritation into disbelief.
Courtney was a smart girl, but it took her several seconds to puzzle together the scene in front of her. The sound she heard was the trickling of liquid from the seat of the desk onto the tile floor. Chase’s large body was hunched over the small desk; his shoulders rose and fell with deep, shaky breaths. A puddle was growing still growing across the floor underneath him.
There was only one explanation for what she was seeing, but Courtney’s mind refused to accept the obvious. There was no way a senior in high school could be having an accident at school.
Chase still didn’t look up. For once, he was completely unaware of Courtney, even as she cautiously stood and walked toward the back of the room.
“Chase?”
Chase jerked slightly, indicating that he heard her, but he kept his head forcefully down, as if he was trying to bore a hole into his sternum with his chin.
Torn between pity and skepticism, Courtney lowered herself into the desk diagonally in front of Chase. She looked down to make her she wasn’t stepping in his puddle – it was big, but not quite spread in her direction.
She looked back up at the cowering 18-year-old. The tension had melted out of his body, signaling that his accident was finished, but now, he was slumped so severely in his desk, Courtney wondered how he stayed in the desk at all.
“Chase…” she repeated, not really knowing what she was trying to make happen.
Awkward with words under the best of circumstances, Chase was rendered completely mute. His face remained down, and a single tear dripped off his cheek onto the desk. His throat strained with the effort of holding back actual sobs.
They stayed in silence for a few minutes, Courtney unwilling to speak and Chase unable. The sound of the door opening shocked Courtney into turning around.
Mr. Green was still on the phone, but he distractedly waved into the room. “You can go.”
Courtney attempted a weak smile, but Mr. Green had already left, having not seen or not cared what had happened in the back of the classroom.
Exhaling deeply, Courtney looked back at Chase, but he hadn’t moved. She straightened her shoulders.
“Come on, Chase.”
No response.
“Mr. Green is gone. No one will see you.”
Nothing.
Courtney pressed her lips together. “Chase, come on. You can’t stay here forever.”
Chase shifted uncomfortably, but still didn’t look up.
God, thought Courtney. He really was a child, and she didn’t have a whole lot of patience for man-children.
“What’s your plan, then? Just gonna stay here until morning? Or until the janitor gets here to clean up after you?” The last comment was a bit harsh, but Courtney wasn’t here to mother the boy who’d put her in detention in the first place.
Instead of getting defensive, though, Chase raised his head slowly. His eyes were glazed with tears, and his face was completely guileless. Having an accident as a senior in high school was an objectively vulnerable situation to begin with, but Chase’s face underscored just how exposed he was.
Sighing, Courtney dropped her shoulders. Yes, Chase was a child – he was self-centered and lacked self-awareness – but he was also clueless and seemingly unable to take care of himself in tough situations. Courtney mentally cursed all of the adults who had let Chase reach the age of 18 with so few life skills.
She made a quick series of mental decisions. Chase had already dropped his gaze again, nervous and ashamed.
“Get up, Chase,” Courtney ordered. “Grab your backpack. We’re leaving.”
Chase looked up again, blinking in confusion.
“You can’t stay here, and I don’t want to,” Courtney explained (even though this wasn’t really something that should require an explanation) “Get your keys, go home, and change.”
Chase shuddered. Courtney’s words had drawn him back to reality, just enough to remind him that he was, in fact, 18 years old, and couldn’t just sit and wait for someone to take care of him like an infant. Even though he’d just peed his pants like one.
He still couldn’t bear to look at Courtney for very long, but Chase slowly unfolded himself out of the desk. His jeans hung heavy between his legs, and he paused for a second, staring reluctantly at the puddle beneath the desk.
“The janitor will clean it up,” Courtney promised, her voice softer than it had been all afternoon. “No one will know it was you.”
In the great crush of emotions from the past hour, Chase had now settled on being disgusted with himself. He scowled as he grabbed his backpack, still keeping his gaze averted from Courtney as he trudged to the front of the room. Courtney, supposing that movement was better than nothing, followed.
At the door, Chase stuck his head out in the hallway, checking to make sure no one was around to see the obvious evidence of his accident. Seeing that the coast was clear, he took a deep breath and prepared to head out to his car. Before he took a step, he hesitated.
“Thank you,” he mumbled back over his shoulder, his voice gruff and strained.
He didn’t wait for Courtney’s response. He couldn’t stand her revulsion or her pity, though he knew he deserved both. Later tonight, perhaps, he’d have time to actually think about the terrible events of the day – the hallway, detention, and actually peeing on himself in front of the girl he liked - and the truth behind Courtney’s chastisement.
But for now, he just had to get home and take a shower.
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The sun shown through the windows, lighting up Amy’s bedroom and slowly stirring her awake, still quite groggy from the night before. It was Saturday morning and she and her girlfriends really partied it up Friday night.
“What did I do last night?” she thought as she turned her head to see what time it was. Laying in bed, her head pounding, she tried to piece together the events of last night.
“I remember going out and having dinner, then hitting the clubs afterwards. But somewhere along the way everything gets a bit fuzzy. Did I really have that much to drink?”
After a few moments of laying in bed, Amy noticed something odd. She realized that she had gone to bed in just her bra and her tight skinny jeans that she wore last night. But that wasn’t the odd part, her jeans felt wet.
“I must have gotten so drunk that I passed out after taking my shirt off and wet my bed!”
Too shocked to look, she just lay there and slowly moved her right hand down to her crotch to confirm her fears. Sure enough the crotch of her jeans felt wet.
“27 year olds should not be wetting their bed! But I guess I was really drunk and didn’t wake up. Well, I better just get up and get myself and the bed cleaned up.”
She pulled her blankets back, sat up and shuffled into the bathroom to take a quick shower. She reached to unbutton her jeans, but was stopped by what she thought was her belt. Looking down at her waist she couldn’t believe it. What she thought was a belt, was actually a small chain strung through her jeans like a belt and fastened with a small padlock.
“Oh my God! What the hell is this?”
Frantically she tried pulling it off but it was no use, she was stuck.
Immediately she thought maybe one of her friends had something to do with it, possibly a prank or a drunken dare. Either way, she had to get it off, she was getting pretty desperate for her morning pee. In a panic she called her friends, but their memories were also a bit fuzzy, and she didn’t really want to get into much detail about her embarrassing predicament. After some conversation and trying to remember what happened, one of her friends did mention that she did remember Amy getting a ride home with someone else that she hooked up with at one of the clubs.
“Oh crap!” She thought, “What if this person, whom I don’t know, or even how to contact has the key to this lock!?”
Amy panicked, and began rummaging through her apartment trying to find any key that might work, but found nothing.
“Maybe I can pick the lock with something!”
She found a paperclip and began working it inside the lock. Her need to pee was getting worse, enough that she couldn’t stand still while trying to pick the lock open. Suddenly she felt a small spurt escape into her still damp panties and jeans. Amy gasped and grabbed her crotch.
“This can’t be happening.” Closing her eyes, hoping maybe this was all a nightmare and things will be back to normal when she opens them. But opening her eyes, nothing changed, she still needed to pee very badly and she was still locked in her jeans. Slowly, she walked into her bathroom, looked at the toilet and resigned herself to her fate. With her jeans still on, she slowly sat down on the toilet, relaxed and released all of her pee into her jeans. Closing her eyes she could feel her crotch and ass becoming warm and wet. She felt a wave of relief as she just let everything out. Opening her eyes she looked down, her crotch was soaked and she could feel the wetness had soaked up her ass as well. As she stood up she felt some of it also soak down the inside of her thighs.
“Oh God what do I do?”
Thinking for a moment, she then removed her bra, stepped into the shower, and turned on the hot water. She slowly stepped under the spray and felt her jeans becoming completely soaked, the hot water felt nice as it flowed over her and soaking into her jeans, she felt relaxed. Staying in the shower for quite some time, she ended up washing her hair and upper body. She then also used soap to scrub her jeans and wash them out as best as she could.
After turning the water off, she dried herself as best as she could with a towel, then had an idea. Getting out her hair dryer, she began using that to try and dry her jeans. It was taking longer than expected, but she got them to be just damp.
“They’ll eventually dry out,” she thought. Going back into her bedroom, she threw on a t-shirt and some flip-flops, then went to the kitchen to make some coffee and figure out how to get out of this mess.
While drinking her coffee she began to search around her apartment for any clues as to what happened and who she went home with last night. After several hours of searching she eventually found her purse under her bed. Quickly she dumped it out, hoping to find even just a phone number she can call. Nothing appeared to be stolen, but all she found was receipts from her dinner and bar tabs.
“Wow, I guess we did drink a lot!” She kind of laughed looking at all the bar receipts. Then she found another receipt.
“Taco Bell?! Oh God I never go there! I am never drinking again!”
Feeling defeated she slumped down onto her bed in resentment, then felt her wet sheets.
“Oh yeah, I guess I have laundry to do.”
With nothing better to do than pass the time, she stripped her bed of the wet sheets and began a load of laundry. Next to her dryer, she noticed that she had a load of clean clothes that needed to be folded and put away, picking up the basket she walked into her bedroom and began folding.
With a stack of folded panties in her hand, she walked to her dresser to put them in her drawer. But when she pulled open her underwear drawer, she noticed a pair of handcuffs. Shocked, she dropped her folded panties on the floor. Picking up the handcuffs, she examined them.
“Where did these come from? These aren’t mine!”
While looking at them she noticed that her wrists had faint red marks around them.
“What kind of kinky shit did I get into last night?!”
She was about to put them down when she noticed a small folded piece of paper that was underneath them in her underwear drawer. She picked it up and slowing began unfolding it. The piece of paper was a hand written note.
“Dear Amy,” it began to read. Amy closed her eyes, afraid to read any further.
“What if this reveals what happened last night? I’m too afraid to find out. But what if this was the person with the key?”
She opened her eyes and continued reading.
“Dear Amy, wow, what a time we had last night! You are one wild woman! I’m sorry I wasn’t there in the morning to say goodbye, but I had an early flight. As you requested, I locked you in your jeans and took the key with me until I return on Sunday evening. I can’t wait to see you and have some more “fun”! J.”
Amy was shocked.
“Wait, I requested to be locked in my pants?! And the only clue I have to who this might be is their first initial of their first name?! What am I supposed to do until Sunday evening?”
Amy sat for a few minutes, trying to take all of this in. She took another sip of coffee, then felt her stomach twinge.
“Oh God! The Taco Bell! I must get these jeans off!”
Amy went to her closet and grabbed her toolbox, looking for anything that might help. Finding a pliers she hoped maybe she could bend one of the loops in the chain. But looking at it realized that the links were all sealed loops. Then she saw a wire cutters. She tried cutting the lock first, but it wasn’t going to happen. Then she tried the chain with the same result. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she felt her stomach twinge again and released a small fart.
“This can’t be happening!”
Amy took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. Looking at her watch she noticed that it was about noon, but she was to afraid to eat or drink anything. Feeling defeated, she grabbed a blanket and went to curl up on her couch to binge out on some Netflix to pass the time. She decided on an marathon of Mad Men. After a few episodes, Amy drifted off to sleep.
She woke several hours later feeling bloated with a stomach ache and needing to pee again. She got up and walked to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and just peed through her jeans again. She sat for a moment and felt some pressure in her stomach return. She pushed out some gas to relieve some pressure, careful not to push too hard.
Feeling hungry, Amy went into the kitchen to grab a small snack and some water, then grabbed an old blanket and went back to the couch. She laid the old blanket out to sit on so as not to get pee on her seat cushions, wrapped back up in her other blanket and sat down to continue watching Mad Men.
Half way through the next episode, Amy felt a sharp cramp in her stomach. It made her wince and bend forward at the waste. She fought through it and as it subsided she began to realize what was inevitably going to happen.
With tears in her eyes she thought, “Why would I request to be locked in my pants for a whole weekend?”
Laying down on her side and resting her head on a pillow, she made herself comfortable. It wasn’t long before the next cramp hit. This time though, she didn’t resist, Amy just closed her eyes and let nature take its course. She felt her stomach convulse and involuntarily began pushing. She cringed as the first bit of poop exited her ass and pushed against her panties. Another cramp and she pushed again. More came out and this time she felt the mess spread out in her panties. She took a breath, felt another cramp and pushed again, this time more forcefully, trying to push her entire mess out and get it over with. She could feel this last wave spread up her ass and forward in her panties. When she was done, she just laid there, watching Mad Men until she drifted off to sleep again.
Exhausted from the events of Saturday, Amy slept right up until Sunday morning. She woke feeling refreshed but really needed to pee. Shifting herself to sit up she felt the mess smoosh around in her pants, and the events of Saturday came back to her. Carefully, she stood up and walked over to her toilet. As she slowly sat down, she could feel her jeans stretch tighter across her ass and squish her mess further up and forward, this time pushing past the leg bands of her panties and out into her jeans. Amy relaxed and emptied her bladder into her messy panties and jeans. She could feel her warm pee mixing with her poop, making it softer and feeling it squish around in her pants further. When she finished peeing, Amy sat for a while, looking at her shower, wishing she could just jump in and rinse off.
Realizing there is nothing more she can do until J. comes back in the evening, she stood up and went into her kitchen. After not eating all day yesterday, Amy was starving. She made herself some coffee along with a big plate of eggs, bacon, and orange juice.
After breakfast, she continued with her laundry that she had started yesterday, trying to keep busy in anticipation of finally being able to remove her wet and messy jeans later in the day. She just wish she knew who J. was.
It was now almost lunch time, and Amy was actually getting used to the feeling of her messy pants, to the point where she really didn’t mind them at all. She needed to pee again, but this time she wanted to try something different. Instead of sitting on her toilet, she stepped into her shower. Amy relaxed and let her pee flow. It again mixed with her mess, softening it up even more, but because she was standing, she now felt the warmth soaking down and around her legs, almost like when she showered yesterday. Closing her eyes she moaned as the warmth soaked down her legs. She jolted herself back to reality when she realized her right hand was slowly rubbing over her wet crotch.
“Oh God! I think I may be enjoying this a little too much!”
Amy immediately stopped. She decided to go back to watch Netflix to pass the time until J. arrives. The blankets were still on her couch so she just sat down. Sitting down put pressure on her mess and caused it spread out a lot more than she expected. Spreading forward, down her legs, and up her back. Again she felt that little twinge of pleasure in her vagina.
“What the hell is going on in my mind?!”
Amy tries to forget about it and continues watching Mad Men. Sitting on her couch, every time she shifts herself a little bit she can feel her mess move around in her pants, and again it was beginning to turn her on. She tries to think about something else, but it’s getting more difficult to forget about. Out of curiosity, Amy slowly moves her right hand to her crotch. She pushes her finger onto her jeans and feels her mess squish around as she begins to rub her pussy. The harder she rubs, the messier her pants gets, and the more she gets turned on. Amy begins moaning out loud in pleasure. It doesn’t take her long before she brings herself to an amazing orgasm, coincidently during the same scene when Freddy Rumsen wets his pants.
Amy finally calms down, a slight smile on her face as she thinks, “This weekend really was all that bad.” She lays down and drifts off to sleep.
“KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!”
Amy is startled away by a knock at her door!
“Oh God, is it J.?”
Amy gets up from the couch, her mess shifting in her pants with every step as she walks to the door. Before unlocking it she peers through her peephole. The person outside her door is facing away, so Amy can’t see their face. But she is shocked to notice that it is a woman. Confused, she pulls back.
“Amy, please open the door, I really need to come in!”
Slowly, Amy undoes the lock and opens the door. There, standing in front of her is one of her girlfriends from Friday night, Jenny! Immediately Jenny holds up a small key, “Looking for this?”
Jenny enters the apartment, and closes the door behind her. She closes her eyes, as if relaxed to be home. Then Amy notices that Jenny’s tight jeans are rapidly soaking from her crotch and running down her legs.
“Oh God I’ve been holding it all day!”
Amy watched in shock as Jenny’s pants became absolutely soaked. Then she noticed Jenny’s face went from relaxed to a slight strain. Suddenly she heard a soft crackling noise and realized that Jenny was completely filling her pants as well.
“Taco Bell always does that to me,” Jenny giggled. “And I see it did the same for you, Amy!”
Amy blushed, but seeing Jenny like this was getting her turned on again. She stepped closer to Jenny, “Hold on to that key just a bit longer.”
Amy leaned in and began kissing Jenny. Amy then reached her hands around to Jenny’s ass and began massaging the mess in her jeans, squishing it all over in her pants. Jenny moaned with pleasure and reached for Amy’s mess.
“No fair Amy, your mess is already squished all over your jeans.”
“I couldn’t help it, I had my accident last night.”
Jenny revealed the key again and unlocked Amy’s jeans, “Let’s finish this in the shower. Then we can cuddle and you can tell me all about your weekend of being locked in your jeans.” |
"Ailes!" I shout. "Hurry up, we've arrived!"
My brother stumbles out of the doorway to his room, struggling with one hand to strap his bag over his shoulder, the other trying to tighten his sandal.
"There's no need to rush, Loraine." He says to me, ignoring his own advice as he hops about on his one sandaled foot, pulling on the leather bag strap going over his shoulder. "Princess Sophia isn't crowned for another week."
"Yes but I'm excited!" I shout, hopping on the spot. "This is my first time in the Commonwealth!"
"Well you should probably put some shoes on." He says to me, pointing to my bare feet. I drum my toes against the wooden floor of the ship. "The floors here are cold and stone - not like the warm sands of home."
"I'll be fine, Ailes." I tell him. I hate wearing shoes. The feeling of being trapped in them just drives me mad.
"You won't." He says to me. "You're going to stick out like a sore thumb."
"Gee Ailes." I say, tilting my head back. Two Desert Elves in a human commonwealth town, and the thing that's going to make me stand out is my lack of shoes. Better get me some boots then!"
"You know what I mean, Loraine." He says. "Anyway, once we get off this ship, we should find lunch, hmm?"
"That sounds good!"
Stepping off the ship is quite the experience.
I've rarely ever left my hometown back in Aelmignon - and I've certainly never been outside the desert. The massive harbour of Rochaffen is more than a little shocking. After all, when you're used to sandstone houses and dusty sandy ground, the towering brick and wooden buildings on a set of cobbled ground is more than a bit foreign. Unlike the warm breezes of home, the air here is cold, wet, and oppressive. Each gust of wind whips up a spray from the cold green water beneath the ship. Perhaps my travelling robes aren't going to be enough over here - the cold spray against my bared midriff is certainly a little unpleasant.
The town itself is a grim looking metropolis of grey brick and black smoke stacks, but the busy movement of people breaths life into the town. In a way, it's beautiful to me that anyone could live somewhere so damp and cold - never mind thrive and build the single largest port in all of Eorthston. Anything that leaves or enters the commonwealth seems to come through Rochaffen, from supplies and traded goods, to secrets and rumours. Dark rumours about the commonwealth have of course preceeded me here, but looking at this city now, I'm too overcome with it's beauty to care.
The grey brick buildings are given life by their designs - spires and spikes line the top of each building, towering over everyone below. Gargoyles gaze outwards from the rooftops of the more important buildings, such as the town center, the embassies and churches - and as Ailes is quick to point out - the inns.
"I hear the food here makes up for the cold atmosphere." He says to me, folding his arms. I can't tell if he's trying to look tough or keep warm. The second I step off the wooding boarding planks of the ship and onto the icy cobbled floor of the harbour I realise he's trying to keep warm.
The people of Rochaffen are typical of the western commonwealth - stocky, tall and blonde. Piercing blue eyes and pale faces, but with grins that could melt ice. Stories of the people of the commonwealth are always set with how friendly they are - it's almost shocking that the government is in such turmoil, considering the nature of the average person.
"I thought you said we were going to stand out, Ailes." I say to my brother. "We aren't so much as getting second glances over here."
"Well." He says to me. "This is a harbour - I bet they get all sorts around here." He appears to be right. All around the shipyard I see people of all races getting on and off the ships. Far eastern Draconians in traditional robes, Dwarves from the frozen north, wiping sweat from their brows - I can't imagine how they could be warm in this freezing place. Imps from the volcanic wastelands seem to agree with me - I can see a small group of them, all with their arms folded and shivering, casting little fireballs to keep warm as they make their ways along. As we walk along the edge of the harbour and into the checkpoint, a whole host of colourful people swarm around us.
"Remind me of the plan again." I say, looking over to my brother. "Inn and then...?"
"After we get lunch, we'll be walking-"
"Walking?" I moan.
"Walking. Toward the northern town of Erstalt, where we're going to stay for the night." He says. "Then we'll probably get a carriage somewhere closer to the border."
I nod, pretending to have paid attention. I lost interest after lunch.
The checkpoint isn't too interesting. We queue for about five minutes behind a feline family in moderate quiet, just listening to the sounds of the city. People talking, laughing and shouting. The waves of the sea behind us are all but drowned out by various noises. When we take our place at the checkpoint itself, the man behind the counter barely looks up.
"Names." He says.
"I'm Ailes, this is my sister Loraine." Says my brother. The man behind the counter looks up.
"Two desert elves." He says, looking back down and writing down onto his book. "Both female. Do you have any ID?" He says, looking back up."
"I-I'm not female." Ailes stutters. The man behind the counter sighs, looks down and scratches on his book. My brother meanwhile hands him our papers. I can't help but worry that our flimsy papyrus documents will blow to pieces in this wind, but they hold together well enough, even when the man takes them.
"That's all fine." The man says. He waves us on. We can hear him talking as the next people behind us take our spot as we walk along.
As we walk toward the inn, I can't help but reconsider Aile's advice. The cold, uneven floor is nothing like the soft desert sands of home. I'm practically hopping along to keep my feet warm, almost envious of Ailes' sandals. This earns me a couple of strange looks from the locals, but right now I'm too shivery to really care. Besides, I'd rather be looking at the sights of the town, than the people looking at me. It's such a strange place...
The inn itself is on the corner of the nearest street. It's windows overlook the harbour, though right now our ship blocks of the sea view. Even with the sails up, it's hard to see anything past it. Ailes crams our papers back into his bag as we make our way to the front door. Two men in Commonwealth uniforms stand either side of the door, with flintlock pistols resting against their legs.
"Evening." One of the two men says to us as we walk along. "New arrivals to Rochaffen?"
"Yes." My brother says as we stand there, with me hopping foot to foot to keep them off the cold ground. "We were hoping to, err, come inside."
"Of course. Just need to do a check for any weapons you might have." The guard says.
"Why would we have any weapons?" Ailes asks.
"Surely you must have heard about what's been going on around here?" The second guard asks. "You can't have come from that far."
"Why, what's been happening?" I ask, hopping about.
"Recent attempts on the life of our mayor from separatists." The first guard tells us. "Seems like every week someone's taken a shot at the poor guy."
"Why would they do that?" I ask.
"Our mayor is a devoted Unionist." He tells us. "Turns out, most of Rochaffen isn't on the same level."
"Anyway, these two don't have any weapons." The other guard says to the first. "Look at those robes, they're barely covering themselves, never mind any weapons. You two girls can go on through - oh, and the toilets to the left." He says, pointing to my hopping. I blush a little at having something so vulgar suggested to me so casually, and we make our ways inside.
The inside of the inn is much warmer - and much louder - than outside. The warm wooden floor is a welcome change from the steps outside, and I can finally stop hopping. We both march on down to the far end of the inn and find a table for two. We sit down, and Ailes drops his bag under the chair, right onto my foot.
"Ow!"
"What do you think of Rochaffen?" I ask Ailes, as he paws over the menu. He looks up at me.
"It's very cold." He says, before looking back down.
"Anything else?" I ask after waiting for a response.
"It's nice." He says, trying to ignore me.
"Oh isn't it just!" I almost shout, slapping my feet on the wooden floor below. "The people seem so happy, the buildings are so nice, the air is so brisk, the-"
"Everyone thinks I'm your sister." He says, putting the menu down. I can't stop myself giggling.
"Maybe if you didn't tie your hair back in that ridiculous pony tail!" I say to him, prodding him in the shoulder. "Beside, us elves all look feminine to humans. Human men are so masculine..." I say, trailing off. I've always had bit of a crush on human boys - every time there are humans in our little town of Ailmignon I can't help but stare... There's this one boy who works at the tannery nearby, I've always-
"What'll you ladies be having today?" Comes a new voice. We both look over to the source. A large busty blonde waitress stands next to us, grinning ear to ear. My brother clears his throat and puts on his deepest voice.
"I'd like to try the grilled boar." He says. He sounds like a teenager trying to buy drinks. "A-and an ale to go with it."
"O-oh!" The waitress starts. "W-which ale would the gentleman like?" She asks.
"Which ale? You have more than one?"
"Of course!" The waitress laughs. "I thought our ales were famous world wide! We have the Erstalt ruby, the Rochaffen brown, and - just in time for the coronation - the Hauptstadt Royal gold!"
"I-I'll have the Rochaffen brown..." Says Ailes, trying to look like he knows the difference.
"Can't go wrong with the home brew!" The waitress sings. She jots it down on her little notebook with her sausagey fingers. "And for your....brother?"
"Sister!" I say, leaning forward. "Can I have the Harbour fish, and the same drink as my brother!"
"Of course!" She says, jotting it down. "Sorry for getting you confused, all you elves look the same to me!" She says with a smile, before waddling off toward the counter.
We both watch her walk away for a bit, before Ailes turns to me.
"She was quite casual about saying that." He says. "I don't know if I should be offended." I can't stop myself giggling again.
Our food arrives, delivered by the same waitress, who gives us another massive smile as she drops our drinks down. The drinks here are huge, each mug is practically the size of my head. Ale slops over the table and splashes on my feet, but before I can react there are two massive plates dropped in front of us.
"Enjoy!" The waitress shouts, smiling at us again and leaving.
I look down at my food with greedy eyes. My plate is covered by what would be three meals back home. The fish spans the width of the plate, and as if it wasn't enough, there are potatoes and vegetables piled high on one side. The smell is delicious, and I can barely wait to dig in. Ailes has a similar reaction to his boar, which is practically spilling over the sides of his plate. We both raise our mugs - struggling under their weight.
"Cheers!" Ailes says, knocking his glass into mine.
We aren't even a third of the way through our food when I sit back in my chair. I feel bloated at the amount of fish in me - and looking over at Ailes, I think he's in a similar situation.
"I don't think we're going to need any more food on this trip." He says nonchaolontly. "This could last us all month."
"But isn't it great!" I say back, leaning toward him again. "We need to come here again some time!"
"Shome time for sure." He says, prodding his food with his fork.
"Shome time?" I ask him. I look toward his mug. It's half empty now. "Shome?"
"Erm, some." He says. "I'm not used to the ale here."
I look into my empty glass. I'm not slurring my words yet. I look back at Ailes, who has a somewhat distant look on his face.
"You lightweight Ailes!" I half-shout, kicking him under the table. "I'll finish yours. You can't be trusted!"
"Hey! That's mine!" He protests as I grab his glass and take a drink. I dodge his limp swipe toward me and drink again. I put on foot under the table onto his bared midriff and push him back into his chair. I slam the empty glass down and smirk at him.
"I can't believe you..." He moans, sulking.
"Oh like you were going to drink it!" I say, wiping my mouth. I drop my feet back to the floor with a slap. He kicks me in the shin. "Don't be such a grumpy boy! I'll buy you another next time we go out."
"That'd make a change." He says, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh I always buy you drinks." I say with a giggle.
"One time." He says, waving a finger at me. "I can think of one time." I push his hand down to the table, getting gravy on his sleeve.
"Would you like any more to drink?" Comes a woman's voice again. The same massive waitress is back, grinning.
"No-thanks." Ailes slurs. "I think we've had enough."
"Looks like someone isn't quite used to our ale!" The waitress laughs. I can't stop myself laughing loudly in front of him. When I stop I can see him trying to glare at me.
"This lightweight here could get drunk on water!" I tell the waitress, pointing at him. He does his best to look un-insulted.
"Ccould we get a back please? For the food?" Ailes asks, ignoring my giggling.
"'Course!" The Waitress sings. She picks up our plates with a smile, and makes her way back to the kitchen. I keep an eye on her, half expecting her to take a pick.
"Sso." Ailes begins, looking at me. "We should start our walk to Erstalt. We wan' to get there b'fore it gets dark." I giggle at him.
"That sounds good." I say.
We leave the inn with a paper bag containing to paper boxes, which in turn contain the rest of our food. The bag's quite heavy, and Ailes dumps it on me.
"ooooh I've got the baaaag ooooh that means you carry the foood." He moans. Well, not quite like that. But words to that effect.
The walk down the streets seems warmer now I've got at that ale in me - I don't need to hop around quite so much. Which is good, because with all that food in me, it could be a recipe for disaster.
The deeper into the town we get, the more we seem to stand out. The diversity of races on the shore-front begins to wilter, and soon we're the only two non-humans I can see. Us two stand out quite a bit among the humans of the town. The people here are short, stocky and pale, where we're almost the opposite - tall, tanned and feminine. Yellow eyes, among a sea of blue eyed folk. I can feel the eyes of the heavily dressed people looking at us with our robes and bared feet - even Ailes' sandals get a second glance or two. Our desert robes really aren't suited to this cold - my hairs are standing on end all over me. At least now the grey clouds have given way to some blue sky, and a little sun to go with it.
"How long until we reach Erstalt?" I ask.
"Loraine. We haven't left Rochaffen yet." Ailes says. "We've got a short while left."
"Can we get a move on?"
"Why? What's the rush?"
"Nothing." I tell him. That's not entirely true though. I can't help but think as we walk along that maybe finishing Aile's ale wasn't my smartest idea. I don't mean to be vulgar, but I'm quite starting to need the toilet...
It's strange. Around here, people seem to be quite casual about things we wouldn't be at home. The bathrooms are practically advertised with signs on the walls in the inn, and out here, I've seen at least one sign talking about a public toilet. Why on Eorth would anyone want that? Back home, toilets are a private affair - you don't share it, you keep it to yourself, and you'd never talk about it. But here, I was offered a bathroom on the way into the inn. Crazy! That's culture shock for you. I suppose we're equally strange though - I've not seen a single barefooted person in the entire town. I suppose the ground here isn't so soft and warm as it is at home, but even in the inn, people had shoes on. Sure, the wood isn't exactly soft, but can shoes really be more comfortable? They're so restricting!
"Hold on." Ailes says, snapping me back to reality. He pulls the map out of his bag and unravels it. "Where are we going?"
"Are you lost already?" I ask him. "Come on, let me see that." I say, snatching the map from his hands. I look down. I look up. I look to the right and see something concerning. The compass.
"Ailes. Are you aware that the compass is meant to have north pointing up?"
"W-what?"
I tap him on the head with the map. "You've been reading the map wrong this whole time!"
"T-that explains why we aren't at the Rochaffen park yet..."
I open the map again. It takes me a while to figure out where we are, although it's made a bit easier by the massive building a few hundred yards down the road. The Commonwealth barracks tower over the other houses, and even this far away I can make out the deep blue banners draped down the side of the building, adorned with the Commonwealth Eagle.
"Alright...." I say, pawing over the map. "If we reach the barracks there, it's a short walk north until we're on the road out. It's a nice little country road, shouldn't take too long."
"Yeah." Says Ailes, reading over my shoulder. "Maybe half an hour or so?"
"H-half an hour..." I repeat, not wanting to have heard a time so long.
"Yeah, half an hour, if we're quick." He says. "You sound disappointed, are you in a rush?"
"N-not quite..." I tell him, hoping he'll catch the look in my eyes. He doesn't.
"Great! Let's get going."
The street toward the barracks is typical of Rochaffen - cobbled roads, with iron poles in the floor, jutting out the ground every few feet. I remember hearing about them at home - streetlights - gas powered fires that make is possible to see at night. I don't know why you'd want to see at night - night time is for sleeping. These Rochaffen's are crazy. It's a long walk though - even the strange streetlight poles aren't enough to distract me from the length. I've got a pressing need that's making me very aware of the distance. At least the street is quiet over here - there aren't so many people to stare at us as we wander down. I can't help but realise how different we are to everyone here.
We're halfway to the barracks now, and I have to say something to Ailes. I'm getting too uncomfortable now - I don't want to be all gross, but I have to tell him. He's walking so slowly that if I don't say anything then...well, I'll just say, I might not make it. Those strange public toilets don't seem like all too much a bad idea to me right now.
"Umm, Ailes?"
"What's up?" He says, turning to me. "Everything okay?"
"Y-yeah." I say. "Well, err, no." I lean toward him, hopping a little closer. "I need a bathroom." I whisper. We both blush.
"We could find another inn?" Ailes suggests. "You could go there?"
"Where are we going to find an inn here?"
"Should we knock on someone's door and ask if we could use theirs?"
"What? No, that's insane. I'm sure the people of Rochaffen aren't that strange."
"Good point..." Ailes says. "Well, I'll keep an eye out for something."
Ten minutes later and we finally reach the entrance of the barracks, at which point I'm practically hopping again, though not for the cold this time. I barely keep myself still enough to be decent, but Ailes seems to see right through me.
"Look's like you're in quite the state, huh?"
I nod.
"I'm sure there'll be somewhere you can stop off on the way out of town." He tells me. This reassures me a little, but not enough. What was I thinking, finishing his drink at that inn? Why can't I have any forethought about these things!
I'm too preoccupied to really pay much attention to the barracks as we pass - but even still, it's a strange building. It stands out, even compared to the other buildings of Rochaffen. While it's made of the same grey stone as the other buildings, it's style is very different. A wall surrounds the building, with rounded turrets at each corner. The building inside is much taller - more like a castle than anything else. One corner is dominated by a round tower, with square brick teeth lining the entire roof. We can just about make out movement inside the tiny slit windows and over the teeth of the wall.
But like I said - I've got a more pressing issue at hand.
I've stopped paying attention to the walk by now, though I can see Ailes gazing side to side as we walk along, looking for somewhere we could stop. The more we walk though, the less likely this becomes, and by now my bladder feels fit to burst. It's been a long time since I let myself get this desperate, and I can't say I've missed it. Each step is pushing pressure on my bladder, and I know I've moaned once or twice - I've seen the way Ailes has looked at me when I did, too.
This is so embarrassing right now.
I'm practically holding onto myself, and we're still getting nowhere near a bathroom.
Each step now almost hurts, and the busy streets of houses have become somewhat barren, with only sparse huts alongside the side of the road.
"Y-you're sure there's going to be somewhere for me to...go?" I ask. Even talking now distracts me from my bladder. I'm putting in even more effort to hold - my bladder feels solid!
"There's got to be somewhere..." Ailes says. "Maybe an inn, or a cafe, or-"
"Hnnn!"
"You okay Loraine?" Ailes asks me.
Is that a trick question? Do I look okay?
I-I've just bent over double - I don't think I've still got control of myself.
We've been walking for what feels like weeks, and I've been holding. I can't stop myself - I have to hold on. With both hands.
I stand in the middle of the street, toes pointed inwards and bent at the knees, moaning and trying my best not to have an accident where I -
Whoop!
Oh goodness....
I-I can feel something warm against m-my skin, a-and it wasn't there a moment ago....
I-it's happening, isn't it? Am I about to wet myself?
L-like some sort of child?
"Loraine? are you there?" Ailes voice comes to me.
"A-ailes....I'm n-not gonna make it..."
"What?" He asks. He looks at me. This is so embarrassing - I'm only thankful now that there's noone around to see. I f-feel another warmth grow underneath me...I can't believe this is really happening...
"J-just hold it, Loraine!" He advises me - ever the genius here.
"I c-can't!" I shout - and I'm right. I fall to my knees, the shudder of my body hitting the ground sends another warm squirt out of me.
I look up to him with tears in my eyes.
"I-I....can't..."
I don't get to say anything else. My body interupts me. I bend over again at the waist, just in time to see a yellow jet of liquid burst from under my skirt and crash onto the cobbled floor beneath me. The splash is deafening, I can see Ailes recoil in my peripheral vision. I sob once, but the shudder my body makes as I does just causes more to shoot into my underwear.
I close my eyes - there's nothing more I can do, as my body tenses up again.
Heat erupts from my underwear, and liquid spills out of me and onto the floor. My eyes are clenched shut, but I know there's a puddle already - I can feel it around my knees. Hot streaks of pee cascade down the inside of my thighs, splashing to the ground. I know it's not that loud - but to me it sounds like a waterfall - crashing, spilling - flooding.
I moan again, though this time it's not frustration - a beautiful wave of relief hits me. I can't believe this - I'm sitting here, peeing in my clothes, and all I can feel is relief. I should be embarrassed, I should be ashamed, but it feels so good. I can't stop - and right now I don't want to. I relax my lower abdomen and any pain I was feeling just melts away, as if it's melting through my bladder and down my legs. My knees are soaked, sat in a puddle. My thighs are streaked with hot lines of pee as it gushes out of me. My shins are growing wetter as the puddle grows, and the front of my skirt is wet...
The front of my skirt is wet. Of course it is - I was too busy trying to stop it coming out, that I didn't bother letting go when it did. My skirt is soaked - a huge dark spot trails down from my crotch to the base of my skirt. I let my hands droop to my sides, and I lean myself back to sit on my heels. It's not comfortable, but right now it doesn't matter.
Having sat down, the crashing of pee onto the cobbled floor quietens down to a still audible spilling, but now it's not quite so unbearable. I wrest my eyes open, and through tears I can see Ailes looking at me in shock, mouth agape.
"I...I guess I shouldn't have drank your ale b-back then..."
I sit where I am for what seems like an eternity, waiting for my bladder to finish draining itself onto the floor below. When it finally does, I force myself to my feet, splashing them in the warm puddle by mistake. At least it feels better than the cold stone.
What am I saying - I'm standing in pee - I shouldn't be enjoying this at all!
So....
Why am I? What is-
"Loraine?" Comes Ailes voice. "Are you okay?"
I look up at him and sigh.
"C-can we just get moving now? I-I don't want anyone to see me like this..."
"Y-yeah, of course." He says. "I still think we should hurry a bit?"
"Why?" I ask him, stepping slowly out of my still warm puddle. My wet skirt clings to my thighs.
"I...also....need to-"
"Got it." I interrupt. I sigh once more. "Let's go." |
Hello, guys! Long-time lurker, finally decided to share something you may find interesting. Not the first time writing a story, but the first time in English (this one I translated from Russian, which was the language of the original). So, there goes...
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Alice stepped out from the shower and went to the kitchen to make some tea. After she put the kettle on, she stood in front of the window, watching how a light summer rain was starting. Normally, she would feel cozy to watch the rain from the comfort of her apartment and the warm bathrobe she was wearing. But not this time.
Her head was occupied with painful thoughts. She couldn’t forget how she – a beautiful 23-year old with long dark hair – peed herself like a little girl, on the street, with people watching.
She didn’t know what the worst part of it was – urine streaming down her legs on the bus stop, or the agony of her full bladder for hours, in a bus that got stuck in a traffic jam. Alice will never forget the dreadful heaviness and the pressure weighing down on her pee-hole. How it made her squirm and moan softly, hoping that the noise from the engine and passengers talking would not let the people notice what was happening to her.
But they noticed it, some even before the attractive young brunette was standing near the bus stop crying and peeing herself. Some of them even saw a couple of tiny streams rolling down her gorgeous legs and dripping on the bus floor. She did her best to hold on, under the pressure that threatened to make her bladder explode, at least she felt like it. However, she couldn’t help but wet her white panties before it was a full-blown accident.
The moment she briefly lost control was painfully fresh in her memory: the terror of feeling her underwear getting damp with hot liquid, of possibly not being able to hold on and wetting herself completely inside the bus. By some miracle, though, her muscles were able to fight off the thrust of her full bladder and didn’t allow Alice to completely lose it. Exhausted after the whole hour of fighting the urge, in a bus that first got stuck in traffic on a bridge, and then continued its route excruciatingly slowly – Alice was standing in front of the window, grabbing the railing with one hand and clutching her black skirt with another, out of frustration. Although she thought nobody noticed, she felt extremely ashamed and was blushing, feeling her warm pee dripping from her thighs. Her face was full of anguish and tension, beads of sweat were forming on her forehead.
She wanted to cry for help, shout to the driver to stop the bus; but she understood it was impossible, and it scared her even more. She was trapped. She knew she wouldn’t be able to fight the next spasm of her overfilled bladder. Form the window she saw a bridge over the highway. Under the bridge the bus would stop, and she was hoping to quickly get off, run behind the column of the bridge and just let go of the liquid that was agonizing her. Alice knew that she wouldn’t make it to her home, if she tried to hold off for two more minutes, she would definitely piss herself, and it wouldn’t be a couple of weak streams…
Immersed in the memory of that excruciating situation, Alice didn’t immediately realize that the kettle was whistling. She woke up from the trance, took it off the stove and poured the boiling water over the teabag in the cup. The image of pouring water almost made her cry. The tea-kettle was like her bladder which was leaking all over the pavement, when she couldn’t hold it. Alice couldn’t fight the painful image off and started to sob once again, sat on the chair and buried her face in her arms on the table. The shame was too much for the beautiful dark-haired girl, who could never imagine that accidents like this can happen to her.
She still couldn’t understand how it turned into such a peril. First she gets into the bus, feeling a distinct yet controllable need – and then she - all sweaty and nervous - stands in the middle of the bus in wet panties, making awkward moves among the potential spectators to the show she involuntarily was putting up. Shuffling of her feet as wells as awkward moves of her legs and butt (which would be stared at from time to time, even without her pee dance), was gathering a small audience around the poor girl, who noticed it and was burning up from shame.
Another leak. And another. Her underwear can’t absorb anything, and her pee is streaming down her gorgeous legs, before it stops again. What the hell is happening? In school she was a dancer and a captain of a cheerleader team – she endured urges like this multiple times on the stage and during trainings, and it never would have occurred to her that it could turn into a wet accident. But now – feeling how people are staring at her, and hearing them talking quietly about what she was doing – Alice wanted one thing in the world: not to piss herself inside the bus, and when it stops – to run behind it and just let herself pee; her panties were wet anyway, but she couldn’t let herself be completely ashamed in front of twenty or more people.
Although, many people have already noticed that the beautiful dark-haired girl in a short black skirt has already started to wet herself but hasn’t finished yet. Alice noticed a couple of young men staring at her ass from across the bus: those hectic moves made it obvious that she urgently needed to use the bathroom. Realizing that she was on the brink of a wet catastrophe, Alice – pained with her dreadfully full bladder – felt tears starting to well in her eyes, while the bus was approaching the stop…
Alice was sitting at the table, sipping the tea and browsing meaningless posts in the Facebook app on her phone. The residual shame didn’t go away, but at the same time she was happy that the torment she went through was now over. Although she finished it by pissing herself all over the pavement, she admitted to herself that she was happy to feel the relief that came with the golden river streaming between her slender legs…
It all happened so fast. She jumped off the bus, feeling how numb her muscles were becoming, and ran toward the building she lived in, paying no attention to surprised people that were looking at the beautiful girl who was crying about something. Somebody shouted something at her, somebody else started to laugh, but Alice didn’t hear that. The only thing she was aware of was her hand that was clutching the skirt over her crotch, was filling with pee which was streaming between her fingers and wetting her legs.
She understood that there was no way to stop it now, but still was hopelessly grabbing her crotch along with the soaked skirt, pissing into her hands, feeling hot liquid streaming down her knees. People that were about to get on the bus, couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful girl wetting herself in broad daylight.
“God… No… No…” – squealed poor Alice, drenching her skirt and shoes with a river of hot pee. She froze and was standing on the street, urinating on her legs, not finding the power to stop the humiliation. Tears were streaming down her burning cheeks, she hung her head and watched a big puddle appear between her shivering legs. She couldn’t hear the sizzling of her wee through the noise from the bus, which was pulling away from the stop. Embarrassed beyond belief, Alice looked up and realized that nobody was around and decided to get away form the “crime scene” as soon as possible…
Alice finally withdrew herself from the stupor, and found herself looking with empty eyes at some web-site in the browser. Although the whole experience was terrible, she was glad it was all over and that nobody she knew noticed that her skirt and legs were wet, on her way home. She took a sip from the tea-cup and looked out of the window. The rain stopped and the sun was shining through the cracks between the grey clouds. |
!attention! The following chapter contains underage nudity, but in my opinion it’s necessary for the story, especially later on. Hope I don’t turn people away from reading it now!
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The next morning, Natalia is the last to wake up.
“I’m bursting for a wee”, she says yawning, “ aren’t you?”
“No. We took care of it in the middle of the night”, Laura proudly says.
“You mean you pissed the bed again?”, Natalia says.
“Well, as Anna said, if you’re all nice and comfy, why bother getting out?”
“Because I’m an adult and properly potty trained. Anyway I’m gonna go use the bathroom now”, Natalia says.
“Booooring”, Anna says mockingly.
After Natalia finishes her pee in the toilet, the girls take turns to shower, and just as the last one’s finished, the maid comes to bring them breakfast.
“Thank you very much!”, the girls say.
Breakfast consists of the usual croissants and baguette, along with freshly squeezed orange juice, coffee and water.
After breakfast Anna suggests they walk around the forest the chateau is situated in.
Laura and Natalia agree and thus they set off, having packed some leftovers from breakfast to eat for lunch and plenty of water.
After two hours, Natalia has gone suspiciously quiet.
“You allright sis?”, Laura asks, “you seam so quiet”.
“Yeah, just... how far is it back to the chateau? Cuz I really have to pee”?
“About an hour at least”, Anna says, “but feel free to pop a squat wherever you want”.
“No I’ll hold it till I can get to a toilet”, Natalia says stubbornly.
But Anna has no intention on returning, instead she leads her cousins deeper into the woods, towards a small pond. Until fifteen minutes later she hears a moan from behind her. She turns around and sees Natalia standing, bend over, both hands buried in her crotch.
“I think a little came out”, she says, blushing with shame.
“Just squat already”, Anna says.
“No. I’m fine I got it back under contro.. ahhhh”, she moans again losing a large spurt. Her light grey cotton shorts are now visibly wet.
“Look sis. Stop being so prudish, you’re either gonna pull down those shorts and pop a squat, or full on wet them”, Laura says.
Knowing full well her sister is right, Natalia decides it’s best to pull her shorts down. But as soon as she moves her hands from her crotch to her waistband, the floodgates open.
Ashamed, she just let’s nature take it’s course, knowing full well she - a twenty year old girl - has wet herself twice in as manny days. Her shorts are soaked and a sizeable puddle has formed on the ground. Some has even run down her legs into her shoes, getting her socks and feet wet as well.
“Now what do I do?”, she asks.
“It’s thirty degrees out here, they’ll dry in no time”, Anna says.
Indeed when the girls get to the pond twenty minutes later, her shorts have mostly dried, but her knickers and socks are still more than damp.
Despite that, all three of them decide to sit down for lunch.
“I need to cool off for a bit, who’s gonna join me taking a plunge in the pond?”, Laura asks.
Both Natalia and Anna decline, as they aren’t wearing bikinis.
“Neither am I, silly heads. I meant skinny dipping”, Laura says already taken her top and bra off. Her shorts and knickers soon follow. She reveals her stunning body to her sister and cousin. And stunning it is, with long light brown hair, beautifully firm c-cup breasts and a nice firm bottom, her tight pussy completely bare.
Natalia, always having been more prudish than her sister, hesitantly starts undressing herself. With the made up excuse that it will help her knickers dry. She has always been a natural blond. And with small b-cup breasts and a nearly flat ass, her body features are significantly smaller than her younger sister’s. Her pussy, though, is equally tight and bare.
Fifteen year old Anna, despite being so open about peeing, is a lot more shy when it comes to showing her developing body of her 18 and 20 year old, well developed cousins. But after some careful thought she decides to join her cousins.
“Please don’t make fun of my body”, she begs.
“Don’t worry, we’ve both been 15, we know what it’s like to be insecure about our bodies”, Natalia says.
“Absolutely”, Laura adds.
This causes Anna to lose her inhibitions and she soon is naked too. Truth be told, she has nothing to be shy about, her long brown hair perfectly complements het breasts that are at least equal in size as Natalia’s and her butt is nice and round. Her tight pussy is hidden by a messy bush, that obviously has never seen a razor.
“Jesus! Your boobs are bigger than mine at your age”, Laura says, causing all three of them to giggle.
Then, the girls run into the pond and cool off.
Fifteen minutes later, they get back out, and take sit in the sun a bit to dry. Soon, they decide to head back to the chateau.
“But first, I gotta pee”, Anna says as she gets up. She spreads her legs wide and let’s loose. Both her cousins are quick to join her and the three of them make a nice puddle each before putting their clothes back on.
TO BE CONTINUED |
At around 9 o’clock, the girls make their way to the beach party.
“You need to get a wristband to get access”, Anna concludes.
“But it doesn’t look like they’re checking IDs”, Natalia says. “I got a plan. Ellen goes first, followed by Anna. Then I go, followed by Emma and Laura. If either of the youngsters get’s refused, Emma and Laura create a distraction so that I can steal some extra wristbands”.
But the crew is indeed not checking ID cards, and all five get a wristband without any trouble.
“Damn. I would have loved to try out my plan”, Natalia jokes. “But good thing we’re all allowed in”.
“Absolutely”, Laura says. “Now let’s go get some drinks”.
Laura goes to fetch five beers.
“You want one too?”, she asks Anna.
“Hell yeah, it’s not like I haven’t drunk it before”, Anna answers as she picks one of the cups.
“How about you?”, Laura then asks Ellen.
“I have never had alcohol before. But there’s a first time for everything. And what better time to try it than on a beach party on summer holliday. So yeah, I’ll try one”, she says reaching for a cup.
She seems to like it as she quickly downs her cup.
“Not too fast, sis. Or you’ll be throwing up before midnight”, Emma says, protective of her sister.
Ellen takes in the advice and downs her next cup more slowly.
After a couple hours - and some more beers - the girls all need to pee. And they’re not alone. There are some guys whipping it out near the water line, others near a tree. Girls are squatting with their shorts and/or bikini bottoms around their ankles or dresses and skirts.
The girls also move towards the trees, but they only give limited shelter. Luckily, the darkness does a better job of hiding their private parts. Anna, Laura and Natalia quickly pee. But pee shy Emma and Ellen need some extra time.
Rather quickly they return to the bar for more beer. Over the next couple hours, the girls dance and drink. And all five - especially Laura and Anna, the prettiest of the five - get chatted up by some guys.
For Ellen it’s the first ever party of this type, but not really knowing how to handle a boy’s interest, they lose interest in her.
Emma is more experienced, but isn’t interested in any of the guys that approach her.
The same goes for Natalia and Laura. The latter - being the most attractive - has to disappoint a lot of young men.
But Anna meets a guy worthy of her attention. There’s one problem though, all the alcohol has made her need to pee again.
By now the other four have already had a chance to relieve themselves, but Anna’s bladder is reaching it’s limit.
Not wanting to leave his side, she decides to pee right there. As she’s wearing a short, white summer dress and a black bikini, she figures she can do it discretely enough so the guy doesn’t notice.
She puts her legs together, so that the pee will run down them rather than splashing directly to the ground. She relaxes and lets her urine flow freely. Her hissing is overpowered by the loud music, but she didn’t think one thing through.
The sand below her starts getting darker and the guy notices. He gazes up from the sand to her crotch, seeing her pee glistening as it runs down her legs.
“Ewwwl. Are you peeing yourself? Gross”, he says as he takes off.
At first Anna is disappointed, but then she comes up with a motto: “If he doesn’t like me and my pee, he’s not worthy of me”, she thinks to herself.
She then heads back to the other four girls, dancing in the sand.
Just as she greets them, the music stops playing and an announcement is made: “girls get ready to show off your body in our bikini contest”.
Not shying away from some male attention, Anna and Laura quickly decide to join in. And - driven by their blood alcohol level - Natalia and Emma decide to join too. Ellen hesitates, she’s not very willing to show her developping body off. But a combination of
being more than tipsy and not wanting to be the odd one out, she decides to join in as well.
Out of the five, Natalia goes first, recieving quite some chears, but unfortunately for her the girl before her had massive boobs. So she doesn’t get the reception she’d hoped for. Slightly disappointed, she leaves the stage.
Then it’s Ellen’s turn. Her small a-cup and barely develloped butt hardly recieve any appreciation from the crowd. Just as she expected, but feeling indifferent about it anyway.
Then it’s Anna’s turn. Her pretty face and well shaped boobs and butt generate quite some chears. Happy with the crowd loving her, she leaves the stage smiling.
Emma recieves less applause, more than her sister though and comparable to Natalia.
Laura is last to go. Her stunning body recieves the most positive reaction of the five of them. But still, she decides to up the ante a bit more. She reaches to her back, ondoing the strings of her bikini top. She then pulls it over her head, showing her bare boobs to the crowd. The guys go absolutely insane and she wins the competition by a landslide.
The price? A dozen flugel shots!
TO BE CONTINUED |
The date reads 2453. Humanity has spread further than ever amongst the stars, and their reach will only further increase over time. Piracy, attacks and warfare have increased to dramatic highs, and there has never been a better time for an adventure...
...which is exactly what a group of five recently graduated schoolgirls are looking for. Money, Power, Fame, Adventure, Loot, the list goes on.
Using a run-down pirate cruiser they just recently managed to forcefully board and capture, called The Privateer, they take on contracts, missions and bounty hunts.
But before that, the ship has to be repaired first. At that time, The Privateer carried no registration, barring access to most stations in Federation territory. Alpha Pegasi Station however, grants access to all ships, registered or not. But the path there is long...
Inside the recreational center of the ship where all the girls decided to settle down for resting, a girl with long, blonde, fuzzy hair, green eyes and a face that's noticeably covered in oil splatters, entered the room. Her name was Sandra Starfire, and she is quite adept in all things related to engineering. Holding a notebook, she began speaking to the other girls.
"Alllright, I ran some basic diagnostics and checked up on most of the ship's systems and decks. Thankfully, all essential systems are operational and need little to no repairs..."
One of the girls, a violet-haired hothead going by the name of Miyuki Otsuka, interrupted her.
"So, what's the bad news then, greasemonkey?"
Sandra, visibly irritated by the interruption, continued her report.
"Now, the engines were shittily maintained by the previous owners. Getting them back up to speed will be quite an undertaking. All but one turret got blown off and the flight deck is fucked. Ventilation and Heating systems are kind of janky but I could jury rig a fix for that. Lights don't work in some hallways... and the kitchen is utterly scorched. Looks like we'll be living off of instant noodles for the time being."
She put her notebook down and wiped some of the oil off her face.
"Any questions?"
Miyuki's much quieter and shyer sister, Miwako, raised her hand, as if she were back in highschool.
"What about the bathrooms? I think we all could use a warm, relaxing shower after the battle we fought."
Sandra inspected her notebook again, and breathed a sigh of disappointment.
"Yeaaaahhh... about that... whatever dumbass is responsible for trying to clear out the bathroom using a fucking incendiary grenade..." as she spoke those words she angrily glared at Miyuki. "... feel free to thank them later, because everything there is utterly busted. Not even the toilets work. And we're gonna need some repair supplies from Alpha Pegasi station in order to fix that kinda damage."
Sandra paused for a moment.
"Anyway, I'll be off, trying to fix some of the lighter damage around the ship. See y'all later."
She walked away, out of the recreation room.
Yutsuki Toyoshima and Jane McDouglas, the last two of the group, finally spoke up. Yutsuki spoke first.
"Nice job there, Miyu. Literally blowing the shit out of the bathrooms, eh?" She snickered at her own bad joke before walking off.
Jane, on the other hand, spoke in a more stern, professional voice.
"It would be for the better if some of us scavenged the ship for supplies to hold out until we arrive at Alpha Pegasi. I know the blueprints of this ship by heart, so I will go first."
Without waiting for a response, the dark purple haired girl exited the room as well.
Now only the Otsuka sisters remained in the room.
Miyuki tried to initiate conversation with her sister.
"Soo, looks like we're in a bit of a pickle, aren't we?"
Miwako answered after a bit of silence.
"This whole thing, all of this, it's scary. We could've died... I hope nothing happens during this journey... I really don't like surprises like these..." the soft spoken dark blonde haired girl monologued a bit.
Miwako's thoughts however, got interrupted by a faint twinge in her bladder. Before the boarding of the ship, she had drunk a lot of coffee in order to be fully focussed on the task. That same coffee is requesting permission to leave. She decided to ignore it for now, the transit to the station can't be that long, can it? Sandra never told them how long it would take to get to the station, but maybe Miwako could ask her.
Miyuki at first wanted to follow as well, but decided against it; Sandra definitely does not like her at all, so going to the bridge is probably a bad idea for her.
On the bridge Yutsuki and Sandra were discussing the navigation to Alpha Pegasi. In the middle of a discussion about the sublight thrusters, Miwako decided to enter.
"Ah... um... I was just curious about... how long it would take to get to the station..."
Sandra decided to tease her a little.
"What, got a date with your boyfriend or somethin'?"
Miwako immediately turned beet red and stuttered.
"W-wha- N-no! It's not...!"
"Hehe, was just messin' with ya, don't worry."
Yutsuki quickly looked over the map again.
"Coincidentally, we were discussing this just now. Considering two thirds of the sublight thrusters are not operational, it would take us about... two days to get to the station."
Miwako's eyes immediately widened in horror.
"What? Two days? That's..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, it's a long time, but trust me, once we get our engines fixed up there, it will be two hours instead." Sandra casually responded.
Miwako decided to head back to the recreation room.
On her way to the deck elevator, she felt another twinge in her bladder again, but stronger this time. Two days... She seriously doubted she could even last that long.
As she opened the doors to the room, she saw her sister Miyuki fidgeting a little bit but as soon as she caught sight of her, she immediately stopped.
"Well, sis, how long is the trip gonna take?" Miyuki asked.
Miwako responded after a second of silence.
"They said it would take us two days to get there..."
Miyuki sighed.
"Heh, guess we should just kick back and enjoy the ride. Not like there's much else we could do..."
Miwako pressed out a chuckle.
"Haha... yeah..."
The pressure on her bladder started noticeably picking up.
"Lets just... enjoy the ride..." |
Glad to know that my story is appreciated here. I'm trying to improve my writing skills so I can write some big stories later on in life.
This story and everything, is based on a universe I am working on for a project. The five girls here all have worked out backstories and stuff, and even character art.
Oh why am I talking about this, I better get to the story.
Chapter 2
Privateer Recreational Deck
The Otsuka sisters were sitting on a couch, doing nothing.
Miyuki broke the silence by speaking up.
"So... two days huh? That's a lot of time to pass... what should we do?"
Miwako ignored the pressure on her bladder. It's a problem that can be solved later, she thought to herself.
"I don't know, sis. Maybe we could explore the ship a little?" She suggested.
Miyuki responded quite enthusiastically.
"Oh yeah, I never thought of that. Who knows what kind of stuff we can find in the depths of this ship?"
She stood up and walked towards the deck elevator.
"Lets go, Miwa-chan!"
Miwako followed her swiftly.
Inside the elevator, a simplified vertical map of the ship is displayed, along with each deck.
BRIDGE
CREW QUARTERS
[RECREATIONAL]
STORAGE/ENGINEERING
HANGAR
Miyuki inspected each deck before making her pick.
"Hey, let's go to the storage and engineering deck. We might find some hidden loot in there!"
Miwako chuckled a little.
"Loot? Are we entering a dungeon now?"
Both sisters giggled a little.
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Crew Quarters Deck
Jane returned from her own scavenging trip with a pretty well filled bag. She hauled it to Sandra's quarters. Coincidentally, Sandra was on her way there as well, after having finished discussions with Yutsuki about the navigations. The two of them meet up.
Jane was the first to talk.
"I.. brought... you... some... repair... supplies..." she said, while panting between every word. Lifting and carrying that bag was quite some heavy work, and Jane is far from athletic.
"Ah, thanks. Well, Let's see what we have here..." Sandra yanked the bag up with ease and then dropped in on a table and opened it. In it were a bunch of spare wires, scrap metal, electronic components and ceramic plates. The view painted a big smile on her face.
"Thanks, that'll help me with some jury-rigged repairs."
Sandra slung the bag over her shoulder and headed over to a hallway with a blown fusebox. She dropped the bag and her toolbox next to it.
As she prepared everything to fix the fusebox, she felt a small twinge in her lower abdomen. Sandra paid it little mind, but she did make sure to mentally note to inspect the damage in the bathroom area more closely and see what can be fixed already. She herself is used to holding it in for very long times due to her experience in ship engineering and the lack of toilets there, but the other girls don't have that same experience...
Sandra removed the cover of the fusebox and got to work.
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Engineering/Storage Deck
The corridors were poorly lit. Half the light bulbs were either broken or didn't seem to receive any power. Some flickered a little. The sides of the walls were marked with numbers, indicating which storage hold it is.
Miyuki and Miwako were walking past a large 1 painted on the wall. One side had a large open gate leading into the cargo hold.
Miyuki pointed at it.
"Lets go in there first!"
She suggested as she tugged on Miwako's arm.
"A-alright, let's check it out."
Miwako responded, a little scared by the general feel of the room. It felt like it could be out of a horror movie.
The two girls entered the hold. It was pitch black at first but Miyuki managed to find a light switch, flooding the room in bright light. The hold was filled with huge stacks of boxes. What could possibly be inside?
They could not help but stare.
"Wow... that's a lot of cargo... and it's only the first cargo hold." Miyuki commented in astonishment. Miwako just stared and started thinking of all the possible things that could be in those boxes.
But that train of thought got rudely interrupted by another strong pang in her bladder, as if it wanted to make sure she didn't forget about it. She instinctively put a hand on her crotch, but then immediately moved it away again in embarrassment. Luckily her sister didn't notice. Miyuki was busy breaking a box open with a crowbar.
"Damnit, there's no way I can hold it until Alpha Pegasi Station. What should I do, what should I do?" Miwako thought to herself. "Think Miwa, think!"
She began thinking up possible solutions to her predicament, yet her train of thought was once again interrupted, this time by Miyuki loudly complaining.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me! Another empty box?"
She was surrounded by pieces of wood crates.
Meanwhile, back in the crew quarters, Sandra was fiddling with the wiring of the fusebox. The faulty heater caused the area to be very cold.
Then, Sandra sneezed, and accidnetally tore out a wire from the fusebox.
The entire ship went dark, safe for a red emergency light.
"Ah fuck me sideways." She cursed and turned her headlamp on.
Back down in the storage hold, the sudden darkness caused both girls to panic. Both the hold and the hallways were completely dark, and they didn't bring any lights with them... |
Oh me oh my, I see that my story is gaining more interest. Thank you all for reading it by the way.
As long as people are interested, I'll keep on writing it.
Chapter 3
Privateer Storage and Engineering Deck
The sudden decrease in darkness caused both girls to squeak in surprise. Not knowing where she or her sister are, Miwako called out into the darkness.
"Sis? W-where are you? What happened?"
Miyuki, trying to pinpoint Miwako's location through her voice, responded a couple seconds later.
"No idea. I think something with the ship's power went wrong."
Attempting to navigate the place by voice and touch, they both kept talking.
"D-do you remember where the elevator is?"
"No clue."
"Why is the gravity still working?"
"Must be something with the emergency power or something. Don't ask me, I'm not the engineer here."
After a while of walking around aimlessly, both girls literally ran into eachother, with a loud "OW!" from the two. The collision caused Miwako to fall to the ground.
The impact with the hard metal floor caused the liquid inside her bladder to slosh, once again reminding Miwako of her second problem. The pressure on her bladder peaked for a short while before going back to a more tolerable level. Since there was no point in trying to find an elevator that probably doesn't work due to power outage, she remained seated. Miyuki figured the same and sat down as well. However, she fidgeted a lot more than Miwako, and kept a hand on her crotch. Due to the darkness in the room, Miwako did not take any notice of that.
Crew Quarters
Sandra was meanwhile trying to fix the damage she had accidentally caused. Turns out the wire she tore out connected the capacitors to the rest of the network of the ship, and those who built the ship couldn't be arsed to implement failsafes or multiple wires.
But the damage that resulted from the power surge was actually quite worse. The insides of the fusebox were cooked. That's going to take a while to fix.
Bridge
Yutsuki and Jane were trying to restart the terminals and computers that all shut down during the power failure. Due to the size of the room, it involved a lot of climbing and running. As a result, Yutsuki had already drunken her second water bottle since the exertion caused her to sweat so much. This caused Jane to raise a concern.
"You do realize the bathrooms are broken, right? That water's gonna want out eventually."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, I trust that Sandra has got this problem under her control. Let's focus on keeping this damn Nav computer running."
Yutsuki threw her now empty bottle away and grabbed a third one...
Storage and Engineering
About an hour had passed. The areas were still dark and unavigable without a light source.
Miwako now could not ignore her bladder any longer. She needed to pee quite badly now, but still kept fidgeting and squirming to keep the pressure under control. Miyuki, unaware of her sister's predicament but equally embarrassed about her own, pressed with both hands against her crotch. The wait was a torture. She started getting very desperate now. For the sake of her own dignity she kept herself from doing a full on pee dance, but she isn't far from there.
In order to distract herself from her need, she tried to talk with Miwako a little.
"So... we just sit around? Stay put for anything that happens?"
Miwako answered after a while of thinking.
"I-I guess so... there isn't m-much we can do, is there?"
Her eyes slowly started getting used to the darkness, making out a very very faint silhouette of her sister.
"I just hope the issue gets fixed soon..."
Both girls sighed.
Almost as if fate wanted to make the situation even worse, reactor coolant liquid started flowing through nearby pipes, resulting in a very audible dripping noise.
The noise caused Miwako to imagine herself, sitting on a toilet, letting-
"No! No! I can't think of this right now. Not now!" she mentally screamed at herself. She felt her bladder weakening for a second, which made her twist her legs as tight as possible, as to not let a single drop escape.
Miyuki, as she heard the dripping noises, squeaked in shock. The noise was enough to cause a couple drops of urine to escape into her panties. She pressed down on her crotch as hard as she could.
"At this rate, I'm gonna wet myself down here. Fuck. I can't believe this is happening... I should've gone when I had the chance..."
Crew Quarters
It took Sandra some time but she finally managed to fix the fusebox. She replaced the wires, cleaned it and replaced any melted complements. But the lights won't turn on...
"Oh my god, I'm so dumb!" She cried out and buried her face into her hands.
"How could I forget about the breaker room? Geez, fuckin' great engineer I am..."
She packed a couple flashlights and headed to the elevator.
But inside, she discovered that it doesn't work. Seems like the breaker also affects elevators...
So she removed a ceiling panel, climbed up onto the elevator and rapelled to the Engineering Deck, using a rope and hook.
Storage and Engineering
Sandra turned her headlamp on. The breaker room has got to be here somewhere...
She stepped into the first room, expecting boxes, or switches. Instead, she found the Otsuka sisters.
"Well, what are you two troublemakers doin' down 'ere?" She called out to them.
Miwako was the first to respond.
"Sorry! S-sorry! We j-just wanted to explore the ship!"
Sandra smiled.
"Heheh, nothin' wrong with that, no worries."
She wanted to continue forwards to the breaker room, but a certain need in the lower abdominal region reminded her of something else that needs fixing.
"Tell you what, in order to turn the power back on, you two need to find the breaker room. It's down here somewhere." Sandra handed the two girls flashlights.
Miyuki looked at her curiously.
"Why won't you do it?" She asked.
Sandra already had an answer at the ready.
"Because I've got some other, more complex stuff to fix. Meanwhile, the breaker room is just switches and levers. Any monkey can pull a lever. Even an all-brawn-no-brains dummy like you."
Miyuki was a little offended.
"Hey! You take that back!"
Sandra chuckled again, and begun walking out.
"Good luck you two."
Miwako and Miyuki stood up.
"So, i guess we just have to find that breaker room thingy. Shouldn't be too hard." Miyuki reiterated what she just heard.
"Alright, then let's go."
The two, now equipped with lit flashlights, begun walking down the central corridor. Miwako could still walk relatively normally without upsetting her bladder too much. Miyuki, on the other hand, had trouble keeping a steady, straight pace.
"You okay, Sis?" Miwako inquired with concern.
"Y-yeah. I'm just a bit... tired... that is all... Nothing big."
Miwako wasn't sure wether or not to believe her.
The corridors was much longer than expected, but they finally reached the breaker room. It was a surprisingly big room with a sideways map of the ship, detailing systems and subsystems. The central power lever was currently set to "OFF".
Miwako grabbed the lever with both hands and gave it a strong push forward. It flipped to "ON"
The lights all went on. Light flooded the previously pitch black areas. However, a small siren went off. It was merely an indicator that emergency power was now offline, but it startled the girls nonetheless. Miyuki got startled to such an extent that she comptlely lost control of her bladder for a second. A small spurt escaped her and went into her panties, but also dripped through a little. But she quickly regained control by quickly sitting back down and digging her hands deeper into her crotch.
There was no point in trying to hide it anymore, so Miyuki gave up and admitted her urgent need.
"I-I was lying... I, uh... kinda really n-need to go... c-can't hold it for much longer... Fuck!"
She pressed her eyes shut in embarrassment. A small tear formed in the corner of her eye.
Miyuki's confession reminded Miwako of her own need, but that's not important right now. She wants to help her sister out... |
This is a story. Every joke contains a bit of joke, and every story contains a bit of story. This is, in a sense, my story: I wrote it. It is, in another sense, also my story. But in another, much more important sense, it is not my story. I hope it is not yours, too. This first bit contains nothing omorashi, by the way, but I'll get there. So, the story:
I arrived at the University of K. on the twenty-eighth of August. Classes started on the second of September, the first being a Sunday. For now, we were all invited to come and see the colleges, see our dorms, see the city. Most importantly, see your fellow students, make some friends, have some fun. Some of us had quite a way to travel (three hours by train for me), and so the reception started at the entirely reasonable time of two o'clock. I came an hour early, and so managed to avoid the growing queues almost entirely; by two o'clock, they had grown to be half an hour long. The registration queues, not the other kind: maybe it's just my dirty mind, but I think I know what you were thinking. I don't mind, I'd checked to see if any other lines were getting longer, but no such luck. There was free food, on the other hand, and I knew what to do with that that.
Jake saw me before I saw him. I was busy getting my third helping and almost dropped my plate when he grabbed me by my shoulders and shouted "Bryan! What're the odds?"
It can seem strange these days, to have a good friend and to not know that he's going to the same university as you. We'd been classmates until we were fourteen, when his parents moved for his father's work and after promising to write every day, we exchanged cards at Christmas on prime-numbered years. This was long before Snapchat, before Twitter and Facebook, in the day that being friends took more than two presses of a button. I wasn't a very good friend, but Jake was the best, and somehow, I knew we could make this work again.
"When'd you get here? Where've you been?" Jake asked, "Is that stuff free? Come, I met some awesome people!"
Precariously balancing my plate and glancing back at the grilled salmon I had been so close to, I let him lead me away. My silent spell was broken, though: we both talked at once, telling of our lives with no constraint or worry for propriety. I told him about my first girlfriend, now ex; he told me about his sweetheart Ruby back home. We used to tennis, and he swore he'd beat me, and I knew he was right---I'd stopped practicing after he left---but told him he had no chance against me anyway. I don't know how we managed to say so much in the short time it took us to cross the room, but by the time we were facing the "awesome people", I felt like we shared something again. We were buddies; he was introducing me as his buddy!
"Bryan, these are Thomas and Melissa, they're also planning to do architecture. They're brother and sister, by the way," he said, "Guys, this is Bryan. We've been friends since kindergarten. Bryan, what are you gonna do?"
We shook hands (Jake somehow had my food now, and was eating it eagerly), exchanged a round of pleasantries, and they stared expectantly at me. Of course, since he'd asked me a question.
"Uh, I'm thinking of philosophy," I said, feeling a little nervous, "But I'm not quite sure yet."
I was sure. I had been reading Kant on my way to the university. What I wasn't sure about what whether Melissa would want to be seen with the kind of person who did philosophy. I was no Camus: I wasn't ugly, but I was a little short, a little chubby, and not a little insecure about both. Melissa was half a head taller, had curly blond hair, and was wearing tight jeans and a crop top. She had a laid-back and artistic look to her, and was about as far out of my league as a person could be. Thomas had her curls, too, but he was broad-shouldered and half a head again taller than her. He wore a short-sleeved shirt and well-ironed pants; I'd seen him earlier, but I had assumed he was part of the staff. Even his beard, only just starting to show, was neatly trimmed.
Despite my awkwardness, the conversation kicked off, and I was soon having fun. I knew these people wouldn't hang out with me if it wasn't for Jake, but apparently they were willing to do it if it meant they had access to him. We talked of our home towns, of plans for life without parents, of rumors about the area. The nature was said to be nice: K. was built on a mountain lake, with snow caps above and pine forests below. There was volcanic activity in the area, and the ground was always warm from it. I had liked K. from the moment I had first seen it from my train window, and that afternoon we made plans about where we'd go and what we'd see, at least if our studies gave us time to leave the library.
The chatter in the hall fell still, and we turned our attention towards the podium. A man had stepped up, elderly and gray. He coughed into the microphone, smiled proudly, and launched into a speech.
It was the sort of speech that started with "Before I begin, let me make a few announcements," and ended with "and now, with these little details out of the way, I wish to conclude by wishing you all that the coming year---in fact, the coming three years---of your life be such as you could only wish for!" I could recite it here in its entirety, since the middle contained nothing that was not on the information sheets we had already received, save for the many uses of phrases such as "and one last thing" and "while I still have your attention." I will spare you: of relevance here, he said three things. Those wishing to room together could make groups of five (mixed gender allowed) for this purpose; after seeing our rooms we would be welcome to attend a dinner at the university; and after dinner, we were invited to participate in an exploration game involving the city and its many bars.
When I was sixteen, I had tried playing Dungeons and Dragons at my school's "nerdy" club. I had quickly given up on the game, but one memory had stuck with me: the other players, finding a secret scroll or interrogating a captured foe, and discovering the destination of the next quest. You could see the excitement and sense of purpose in their eyes, and this same light I saw burning in our group of four: we needed a fifth hallmate.
I saw her. I saw her first. Jake said he'd noticed her earlier, but I don't care. I turned around, looked at the room, and saw the girl I wanted. As a hallmate. As a friend. As whatever she was willing to be to me, as long as I could get to know her.
She was wearing a hoodie and kept her hands in her pockets. Her hair, black with greenish tips, didn't quite reach her shoulders. She was nursing a coke and staring into space. I was staring at her, and Jake looked at me, and I think he knew everything. He must have. He gave me a smirk and a nod, and then walked over to her and said "Hi, I'm Jake! My friends and I are looking for a fifth hallmate, you in?"
She looked at us three, nodded, and stuck her hand out to Jake. "Lisa," she said, as they shook on it.
This is all I can write right now, I'm afraid. I'm sorry I didn't get to the good parts yet, but trust me, they'll be there. |
Lisa joining us... changed things. I'd never been good when it came to talking to girls. You'd think Melissa would be bad enough for that, but with Melissa, I at least knew she was way, way out of my league. Lisa, though... She was cute and shy and didn't look like the kind of girl who the guys like Jake would be fighting over. She looked quirky and different, and interesting. I wanted to take her to my room and spend a whole night talking about life, the world, everything. Her favourite books and my favourite shows, or vice-versa, or play video games together. If I got one wish about Melissa, I'd make her drink a bottle of wine and then watch her squirm. Maybe I'd want to fuck her, but I was a virgin then, and I didn't really know whether it would be my thing. If you're not into seeing girls have to "go", just think of it as me wanting to fuck her. Lisa was different. I don't know what I'd wish for if I had a wish. Maybe I'd wish that she would like me. Maybe I'd just sit around awkwardly until my genie got bored and left.
I stood around awkwardly until we submitted our names and got our dorm number. Looking back, I don't think anyone noticed: it didn't take very long, and everyone was having fun talking about their hobbies and home towns. It turned out that both Thomas and Lisa liked drawing, making my stomach turn with envy; I had drawn long ago, but switched to photography in high school instead. It sounds like a triviality now that I write it down, but at that moment, it was the most important decision I had made in my life, and obviously one I had screwed up. By the time we knew where we were staying, I didn't want to be with them.
"Guys, I've seen a store nearby," I said, "How about I go grab us some food for breakfast?"
"My man!" said Jake, "Grab me some eggs, will you?"
"Milk and cereal for us," said Thomas, "Need a hand?"
"No, I'm good," I said. Wait, had he planned to ask Lisa to come, too? How would I have felt about that?
"I'm fine with whatever. Bread, or something," said Lisa. Could I have invited her to come along and choose if I hadn't already said no? Could I still?
"Sure!" I said. I almost added "Well, I'll be going," but even I'm not as awkward as that. "I'll meet you guys at the dorm," I said instead.
I spent the trip to the store wondering about what they thought of me and just how much of a dork Lisa now took me to be. Were they saying they were glad I had left? Or had they forgotten I had even been there? I don't know how the image of Lisa as the best person could fit in my mind alongside the image of her as someone who would despise me for my social awkwardness. I wasn't think about whether my world view was internally consistent, I was thinking about whether my world had just ended.
(As an aside: I realise you might not care about all this. I could just tell you about how Lisa wet herself, and I'm sure you'd enjoy that much more. But when I think back to this time, it's not her wet pants I remember, it's my hopes and my fears. You can reduce her to the object of your fantasies if you want to, but she isn't that for me, and I'm not going to pretend otherwise for your pleasure.)
The others were already at the dorm by the time I got there, looking through the cupboards. We each had a room to ourselves, with a shared kitchen and bathroom for us all. If that wasn't music to my ears, what I heard on coming in definitely was.
"Can you believe it?" asked Melissa, "When I wake up, I have to pee, pronto. I don't care if you're in the shower, I'm peeing somewhere."
"We can have an open door policy, like at our place," Thomas said, "Just tell people not to lock it when showering and to knock before they go in."
"That was family! And we forgot to knock half the time."
"We'll be like family in a month or two, Mel."
"Let's see how it goes," said Jake.
I came in with grocery bags in hand and the topic of morning pees was forgotten. I hadn't forgotten Melissa's comment, though, and my mind was already working to use this information somehow. For now, though, I was playing a more immediate hand: from amongst the breakfast dishes I pulled out five bottles of beer and put them on the table with the proudest smile I could muster.
"Let's toast to new friends," I said, watching their reaction. It was barely past five: Thomas and Melissa seemed to be on the fence, glancing at each other. Lisa was just looking into the distance, as if hoping that the beers would vanish if she pretended they didn't exist. Thomas looked like he was going to suggest something.
"My man!" Jake cut in, pulled out a beer opener, and popped the first one. He passed it to Thomas, who took it and passed it to Melissa. She took it as well, and I let out a breath I hadn't realised I had been holding. That had been close.
"Uhm, I'm not much of a drinker, actually," said Lisa, examining the bottle Jake had just given her.
"Me neither, but it's only a bottle," said Melissa, "And we're going to dinner soon anyway."
"To us!" said Thomas, and we drank.
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We left our dorm half an hour later, talking and laughing as we walked over to the dinner hall. Everyone had finished their beers, though Lisa had needed some encouragement from Jake and Melissa with hers. It was all in good fun, of course, and we all had a laugh when she chugged a glass of water right after to get rid of the "horrible taste." We forgot the time and left in a hurry, and that was right and good, and, as far as I was concerned, entirely according to plan.
I knew that at lunch, Melissa had drunk at least two glasses of juice, while Lisa had had a coke. Assuming they had gone upon reaching the dorm, adding the beer, and leaving twenty minutes to get to the hall... According to my arithmetic, the girls would have to go soon. I definitely saw Lisa glancing at the bathroom door when we headed out, but we were in a hurry, and I think she decided she could hold it. It's hard to say from something so subtle, but even then I had had plenty of practice watching such cues. I think she had to go.
I knew it for sure by how she glanced around when we entered the hall. She was still talking to Thomas and didn't excuse herself, but I saw her look at the bathroom sign and give a small "that's okay then" smile. If she decided she had to go, she knew she'd make it. And so she came with us to take a seat, secure in that knowledge, keeping the conversation up with Thomas, who sat next to her. Melissa sat on her other side, while I sat across the two girls, Jake next to me.
At this point, Lisa was looking for a lull in the conversation to excuse herself. She nodded absent-mindedly when Melissa (bless her!) asked what wine we wanted, and I thought I could see her shift in her seat just the slightest bit. Her leg bumped into mine under the table.
"Sorry," she said, and turned back to Thomas, "Hang on, I'm just—"
"Welcome to the University of K.!" boomed through the hall. The speaker was the man they had seen that afternoon, apparently now intent on giving a less practical speech. He fell silent for a moment as the volume of his microphone was toned down.
"Damn, I hope he hurries up," Melissa whispered in the pause.
"Yeah, I'm starving," Jake said.
"That too, but I was about to go find the loo," Melissa said, "Beer goes right through me."
"Oh, I know," said Lisa.
"Think we can—"
"We at K. find it incredibly important that bright young minds like yours have all the opportunity in the world..." the lector continued, and both girls fell silent.
I don't remember what the talk was about. I remember Lisa nervously playing with her wine, occasionally taking sips, occasionally setting it down. I remember Melissa mouthing "I have to pee!" at the rest of us, and Lisa giggling quietly at that and mouthing "Don't make me laugh" back. I remember noting the redness in Lisa's cheeks when she finished her wine and thinking it was adorable, and then the look on Lisa's face when Melissa gave her a refill. I remember being hard as a rock at the sight, but also feeling sorry for Lisa. It wasn't my fault, I told myself: she could have gone many times in the meantime. She'd chosen to hold it herself, and that I was enjoying it didn't hurt her. I didn't feel sorry for Melissa. If I could see her piss her pants, I'd do it.
By the end, she didn't seem far from it. Melissa was sitting on her hands and rocking back and forth a little, while Lisa was chewing on her lips and had her hands in her pockets. I had to go a little myself, but I could barely feel it over my arousal.
"You girls still okay?" I asked.
They both gave me a exasperated look. They had been trying not to think of it.
"If he doesn't finish in five minutes, I'm just going anyway," said Melissa.
Lisa nodded. "It's so awkward, but I wish I'd just gone already."
"I know, right? Let's go together now, it's less awkward then."
"I think he's almost done..."
Melissa sighed and unbuttoned her jeans.
"Sorry guys, it's an emergency here."
I don't know when it had happened, but Lisa's left hand had moved from her pocket to right between her legs, and she was still shifting from side to side subtly. Melissa alternated between sitting on her hands, drumming quietly on her lap, and bending forwards.
"For courage," she said, drank the rest of her wine, and stood up. "Lisa, you coming?" she added in a whisper.
There were heads turning towards her, but by that point, I don't think she cared. Lisa sat uncertain for a moment, giving me the opportunity to watch how Melissa stepped from foot to foot by her chair, bouncing a little in her hips, her hands in fists by her sides. None of us three had been paying attention to the lector for quite a while now, so it was as much a surprise for me as for them when the hall exploded in a round of applause.
Lisa was on her feet in no time, and the two started power-walking towards the doors and out of my sight. I stood up as well, but they were far ahead of me—but not so far ahead from everyone else.
Their problem was apparently a common one, and people were standing up as they walked. We weren't seated particularly close to the entrance, and I'm sure quite a few girls got to the doors earlier than they did. I followed, torn between hurrying and trying to not look like a creep. My bladder was definitely full enough to warrant the trip, but it wasn't critical.
I was not quite too late. As I walked out of the hall and towards the bathroom, I saw Melissa and Lisa queuing for the ladies'. Melissa had apparently begged her way to cut ahead: the last I saw of her was a desperate, bouncy, hands-on-pants rush into the bathroom. Lisa was standing at the end of the line, looking tense but composed, her hands in her pockets again. She gave me a sad smile, and I knew that I couldn't keep watching; there was no queue for the gents'.
When I came out again, she was already gone. |
it was almost midnight, me and my brothers are taking a trip away from the stupid gametopia. a vires brother trip, right now we are in veny's red ford mustang, on the road after stealing some mcdonalds. veny was driving and eating a burger the same time, while V was going to town on the bunch of food he stole, mostly chicken nuggets and fries. me i'm just hanging out in the back, lots of legroom, and drinking a large pepsi. we were crossing the road for about an hour or so, i had to pee for a while, now it's starting to get to me. i layed back in the middle seat and looked a head. there was nothing but empty road from the eye can see. V saw my pale face. "victor" he said with a bunch of fries in his mouth. "you ok?" i snapped out of it. i didn't want to tell them i had to go. im not 3. i can hold it till we go home. "yeah, of course i am." i slam back in my seat and put my feet between the seat. to veny's annoynes. " so how long till we are going home." i said confanly
"it will take an hour or three, the cops might be looking for use after stealing food from lots of restaurants." he answered, his eyes still on the road. i forgot about that V wanted hit every restaurant or fast food we passed, his hunger was something of impresses, they would be looking for us.
two hours went by, we have managed to steer the cops wrong; the radio said they couldn't find us and that the gamer guys were on the case now. as we smirked at another successful get away, my urge grew inside me, i felt the pepsi flooding my bladder. i started to cross my legs holding the pee that was filling in me. the road starting to get bumpy, as the black path road turns to dirt. the car shanked my blatter, making it harder to keep it in. i bit my lip, trying not to show my weakness. veny was looking around. "ok i don't know where the hell we are." he said frustereted.
"where should we go oh amazing leader." he added sarcastly. V looked at me to see my reaction. i gritted my teeth, as a wave of pain washed over me and more liquid poured. "i don't know man your the one driving." i answered, throw my teeth.
"victor whats wrong? you look like your in pain." V gave a nerves look, that always seem to get melt my cold heart. i shuddered at the sudden jolt of my blatter feeling the pee running up my peines, veny took a glance at me. "looks like vic need to use the potty." veny laugh. i grunted.
"is that true?" V asked. i nod, knowing now that it's too late to lie now. feeling my bladder expanding and blodding. i don't know if i can hold it any longer. "we have to stop, now!" i exclaimed grabbing my crotch, while my thighs tighten even more at the thought. "you really going to piss out here." veny said laughing.
"no, i have my dignity."
"you do?"
"shut up! we just need to find a gas station or something" a stream had spirit out onto my boxers. leaving a patch on my shorts, my thighs tighten, so as my grip. a tear left my eye. V looked around the land outside, while veny drived faster. trying and hurry to find civilisation, or a gas station. " vic don't you dare go in my car. i swear i will kill you if you do." veny hissed.
"no you won't, were family and you do care the victor in pain like this." V said with a smile. i know V try to see our team as a family, but veny couldn't care less. he might even think i deserve this for being a brat all my life. Veny cheekbones and eyesocket glowed red, and the car seem to glow as well, causing the car to go faster than before. the sudden speed yanked me back and the pushed against my bladder. the push caused me to yelp and the pee to spert even more, and even longer. this startled V into looking at me, he reached his hand to confronted me and my shaking body. my dick was ready to burst i couldn't hold it any longer. as we were going speeding down the empty road a gleam of hope was up ahead. i yelled " STOP LOOK!"
and point at the building up ahead. it was a gas station. the guys looked and veny slammed on the brake, pulling all of us. this was the final straw, my piss was launched out of my dick. soking my boxsers and shorts. as the car stopped at the gas station, the release was amazing i couldn't stop, tears left my eyes. i let out a sigh, when V looked over with a smile. "we made it vic. you can..." he stopped, seeing my wet pants and my head down. V nugged veny to look at my humility state. V was chuckling a bit, but suprasaly veny wasn't even smiling. i thought he would be wetting himself laughing, he got out of the car slamming the door behind him. he went into the building leaving us confused. i got out too, feeling the pee going down my leg. we hear a man yelling "hey you stupid, kid! get back her and pay for that stuff! i swear i will call the cops on you skeleton butt!"
veny walked to the car with a towel, and swim shorts. he hands me both.
" what the hell is this." i asked not sure why he did this. veny always hated me, i always laugh at him, and he laugh for every stupid thing i did. "just shut up and take it." he snapped, straddling me and leaking a little more pee that didn't came out
"you don't want to sit in your own pee the rest of the way, also you can't catch a cold you know damn well that the gamer guys are going to fight us for stealing the food." he throw the stuff my way.
"you know you want to laugh, so just do it." i said, trying to hide me being such a child. "vic your only 6, you may look like a teen, but you know that accidents will happen." i blushed at that fact.
"besides i know you would do the same, and i would be laugh when i see you cleaning my car." he knew i would do the same and hearing that made my cold heart beat. i rolled my eyes at his smudged face. once i wipe some of the pee off, i heard sirens up ahead. veny turn to the sound. " you ok changing in the car?" he asked. i smiled
"of course"
"great" veny ran and open the door. i followed, laying the towel on the poutle that covered the seat. we were both greeted by a teary V smiling. "oh guys that was so cool." he said snifiling.
"whatever man! it's not that great! it was gross." veny said gripping the steering wheel. he step on the gas and turn the other way. all of us hold on and we were on the run once again. i hope we get home soon. |
Anderson was just your regular office worker.He's been working a lot lately but at the moment,he was just happy that he was able to take a break.It was his birthday afterall and he needed to relax before the big birthday tomorrow.So,he decided to take his day off and watch his favorite football match .
Anderson sat himself on the recliner chair,took the remote control in his hand and began rolling through every channel.When he reached his beloved Sports TV,he put the remote down ,sat back and started enjoying the show.It was the match of the year and he couldn't miss it.
"It looks like the Mad Cats are winning this round! Looks like Crazy Birds are about to lose! But we'll have to wait for the next round to see." the referee announced.
Andy pouted "No,they can't lose now! Come on,Crazy Birds,show them who's the boss!" screamed Andy from the top of his lungs.
"Now it's time for some commercial breaks" announced the referee "Make sure to come back for more"
Andy decided he spent too much time on his comfortable recliner and needed to get up to stretch his legs.He was also quite thirsty so he went to the kitchen to get something to drink.He was dressed in a pair of leisure grey sweatpants and a light blue casual shirt.As he stepped inside the kitchen,he could hear the referee's voice announcing that the commercial break is over.Andy hurried up to get the beer and chips and quickly jumped in his chair He began slurping beer loudly .It seemed that the Crazy Birds were at an advantage now.18/16 wasn't too bad.As he put the empty beer can down,he could feel a slight need to relieve himself.But he decided to put it off since he didn't want to miss anything of the game.He's been waiting for this match for months.He was nt gonna leave the faith of his beloved team here.
It seemed that all the gulps of beer he took flew through his stomach,then to his kidneys,where all the liquid was filtered and turned into pee,then flew all the way to his bladder,filling it almost a quarter.
Andy was still thirsty so he decided to grab a soda from the armchair nearby as he comfortably placed his feet on the table where the TV sat.
"NO! Why did they lose this round?! Come on team,do your best! We can win this match!" Andy screamed while taking a sip of the soda.What he didn't know was that all the soda passed his mouth,then passed through his stomach and after being filtered in the kidneys,a good amount of it was turned into yellow warm pee and went straight to his bladder.Andy could feel his urge getting worse and he crossed his skinny legs the other way around.He could almost feel those droplets of pee that slipped into his bladder.Just then,he started remembering that horrible time when he ended up peeing his pants at his son's stageplay,in front of all the parents and their children.This was one of his worst experiences he ever encountered in his life.It was so humiliating and even now he could still hear all the mocking and the endless insults everyone around him shout.He peed himself like a little kid,a grown adult,in front of all those people.He hardly recovered after that incident and didn't know what he would do if it happened again.
He straightened his back,crossed his legs and bent over,biting his lip a little.He decided to put the soda down but he was so thirsty,he took more sips,all going straight to his bladder,filling it even more.On the scale of desperation,he was at 6 now.It was a slight warm tingly sensation in his bladder.Just a slight discomfort and he knew the commercial break would start soon...right?
He was trying to focus on the match but just then - he saw - upstairs - the bathroom with the toilet in full display of him.It was so beautiful,so shiny and begging him to use it.Biting his lower lip,Andy avoided watching at it.He could feel more pee reaching his bladder,upping the desperation scale at 7.Andy shoved a hand in his crotch.He was still trying to pay attention to the game but he couldn't help to eye the shiny toilet in front of him.When were the commercials coming up?
"Attention,viewers! We were informed that this game was prolonged so no more commercial breaks till the end of it!" announced the referee.This might have been good news for someone who didn't like commercials,but for Andy,who was close to having an urgent nature call,this was quite a problem.What was he gonna do? There was NO WAY he was gonna lose anything of the game.With his legs crossed,he began shifting slightly in his armchair in a left-right motion with his lips pouted in an 'O' and his eyebrows narrowed to show off his desperate expression.As more pee droplets made their way to his bladder,he could feel his desperation growing to an 8.He still didn't want to get up.His favorite team was almost about to lose.
"Beat them up,beat them up! Show them ,show them!" cheered Andy with a tiny team flag in his hand.He took another sip of soda and felt his kidney adding up more liquid to his bladder.The slight tingling sensation turned into a painful pang.He crossed his knees while holding them both with his hands,rocking his hips left and right.
He was becoming impatient now and began tapping his foot on the wooden floor,still eyeing the teasing toilet in the right.He could feel how 'she' was luring him in to use it.
"And the cats WIN!" announced the referee all of a sudden.Andy brought his attention to the screen,kinda like if he woke up from sleep.He couldn't focus on the match because of his growing desperation,but when he heard that the birds lost,he was super bummed.Though he was kinda happy knowing he can get up and pee now.He got up from his chair,with his legs still crossed wanting to go to the bathroom.
Just then,his cellphone ranged.He picked it up from the table to answer.It was his boss! What the heck? It was his birthday.Why would he call him on his birthday?!
He was still trying to follow the game as he picked up his phone.
"H-hello,boss?"
"Andy,I want you now to the office.we have an emergency.You have 10 minutes to come here or you'll be in serious trouble" said his boss angrily.
"Great! I can't even be free on my birthday" thought Andy in his mind.
Sighing,he took a deep breath and decided to just go with it.The last thing he wanted for his birthday was to get fired.He went to get dressed,but then he remembered his pee desperation and rushed to the bathroom,only for his wife to come with a mop and a bucket of water.
She walked inside humming,seemingly careless seeing her husband with his knees crossed,twitching like a little kid.He also had his hands on his crotch,moving his crossed knees like in a dance.
"Dear,if you don't mind,I gotta hit the loo!" said Andy mockingly.
"I'm cleaning it right now.I won't allow anyone here until it dries" she explained,still smiling careless at her husband's agony.
Andy was now beating his legs on the ground in desperation,eyes closed,almost sweating.He looked like a kid desperate to go potty.He could feel more pee reaching his bladder in the last 20 minutes.He started rocking his hips,teeth gritted.His bladder was almost full to the brim now,his level of desperation growing to a 9.Maybe he shouldn't have had all that soda.
"Come on! This is serious.I need to get to work in 10 minutes and I'm dying here" said Andy in his signature squeaky voice,with an obvious hint of desperation in his voice.
The wife just kept ignoring him,humming as she put the mop in the water bucket,making a splash sound that made poor Andy cringe.He started beating his legs even harder.His bladder was teasing him with a painful tingling sensation.He was full of warm yellow pee whose salty texture was irritating his bladder and requesting to be released now.
He decided to just give up and leave,so he walked into his room with twitchy steps,occasionally stopping to place a hand in his crotch.PAIN!
He took his office suit from the drawer and began getting dressed.Every move was torture.Putting on the pants was especially torturous as it reminded him a lot of his need.After getting dressed,he walked to the door,ready to leave.
With wobbly steps,Andy left his house and began walking down the streets,occasionally squeezing his thighs.He was beginning to get worried.What if he had an accident in front of all these people,in the middle of a busy street nonetheless? He would never see the end of it! He ran to the bus stop waiting for the bus to come.Once get there,he sat himself on the small bench,cross-legged.He was beginning to sweat now and had his teeth gritted,eyes closed from the pain.His bladder was screaming for relief now.And since he left,he could tell more droplets got to his bladder.He really had to go.His bladder was actually poking out of his abdomen.He didn't know what he was gonna do.He wouldn't be able to hide his desperation from those strangers in the bus.Would he make it to the bathroom at the office? He kept shifting in his seat like a toddler on a high sugar dose.Some people sat down on the bench next to him,waiting for the bus as well.Andy had his knees crossed rocking his bottom on the bench like it was the end of the world.The people sat there looked at him weirdly.The older man with glasses glared annoyed while the 12 year-old boy was laughing and pointing only to get a cold look from his mother who took his hand in a 'let's get away from here' way.Andy was clearly embarrassed,blushing a dark red.He was a grown man doing the pee pee dance like a 4 year-old in public! Yet,he couldn't help.He could feel his bladder getting fuller and fuller.His butt was burning from so much shifting.Just then,the bus finally arrived.It was time! He could barely climb into the bus and accidentally fell on the ground,making his bladder shiver,a spurt escaping.Everyone in the bus was laughing at the grown man falling like an idiot.Andy blushed and tried to climb up,shoving a hand in his crotch to get control again.As he got up,the door closed and the bus and started moving again,making his bladder vibrate like no other.Oh,no.What if he ended up peeing himself in the bus? The humiliation would have ended him.The whole bus was packed and he didn't have anywhere to sit.And definitely not enough space to dance around.But just then,he saw a free seat.He sat himself only to get kicked up in the head by an old lady.
"Shame on you for not offering your seat to an old woman!" she said forcing Andy to get up and offer her seat.He squeezed his thighs while bending over,with his teeth gritted in a funny expression.
"I think that dude is gonna piss himself" snickered a teenage boy to his friend.Andy blushed annoyed,cursing them in his mind.Once they finally reached the destination,Andy jumped out of the bus and made his way to the office building where he worked.Ah,he knew he could use the restroom there and finally feel relieved.The thought almost made him lose control.He shoved a hand in his crotch again trying to regain control,squeezing his wiener tightly in the process.He ran to the building and straight to the washrooms.His coworkers were snickering at his agony.Seeing a 40 years old man doing the pee pee dance was quite a view.Andy tried to ignore them,but couldn't help to blush harder.
When he finally reached the men's restrooms,he saw the HORROR! An 'out of order' sign that was mocking him,enjoying his suffering,his bladder agony.What was he gonna do now? He eyed the women's restroom.Nah,better not.The last time he went he got the hell beaten up of him.
"I'm sorry,sir.The men's restroom is closed.But there is an handicapped one you could use down the hell" Andy brought his attention to the woman sitting at the desk next to him.She looked in her mid 30's with glasses and TOO much makeup.She looked quite bored as she was filing her nails.
Andy ran down the hall to the handicapped toilet only to find a huge line of men waiting to use it.There were like 20 men in there.There's no way he was gonna make it .If he wet himself in front of all these people,he was done for.Now,Andy was dancing in full agony,beating his feet on the floor like an angry toddler.All the men waiting in line started laughing at him.It's not like he couldn't see why,Blushing and sweating like a pig,he joined the line.He started doing a series of crossing and uncrossing his legs.
"I'm gonna die'" he thought.His bladder was full to the brim with warm yellow pee that was pushing through his urethra wanting to escape his penis like a water fountain.It was starting to hurt actually.The pee was pushing his bladder to the core,stretching it a lot.Why Why didn't he go pee at home,when his bathroom was available.Sure he would have missed a bit of the match but at least he wouldn't have had to go through all this suffering.He tapped the person in front of him on the shoulder.
"What?" said the stern business man bothered
"I-i am having an emergency right now.Is it fine if I cut in front of you?" he said with pleading eyes.
"No way.Wait in line like everyone else" he said
"P-please,this is an emergency" said Andy while doing an exasperated pee pee dance,receiving even more laughs from the other men.
The business man just ignored him like if he was the most unimportant piece of crap on the surface of Earth.In desperation,Andy could feel another drop of warm pee escaping,soaking his underwear.He's been in that line for 10 minutes and they were barely moving.What were those men doing in there? Andy decided it's time to do something risky.As the net person came out,Andy walked all the way to the first person in line and rushed to get in.'
"What are you doing,asshole? It's my turn? " said the man,despite seeing Andy look like he was about to soak himself.
"I can't hold it much longer.PLEASE!" he whined loudly but the man just got in,ignoring.
Andy could no longer stand this.He was feeling sick to his stomach by having so much pee in his bladder dying to escape.
BOOM!
"What was that?" screamed one man in the line.
Sweating uncontrollably,Andy went with everyone to see what happened.He crossed his legs while at it.Then,the janitor came out of the bathroom,holding a mop.
"Sorry,guys.A pipe just exploded.The bathroom is out of order" he said while placing a 'Closed' sign on the door.
Andy was shocked to hear this.He felt like he couldn't see anything straight anymore.Everyone around him made his head hurt and his vision was blurred.He suddenly exploded in the most frantic and energetic potty dance ever seen - he started crossing and uncrossing his skinny legs,bouncing up and down,rocking his hips - all while having his hands shoved both in his crotch.His eyes were closed out of agony.So much pressure on his bladder,so much pee wanting to go out in the world and experience freedom.His mouth was shaped in an 'O',his eyebrows narrowed.At the same time,he was dying of humiliation because he knew everyone in there and they were all laughing at him.It was his birthday and everything was going awful.
The janitor put the shoved the mop in the water,squeezing it afterwards.Andy was watching in suffering as the water from the mop was dripping,making his bladder pulse and wince.He felt a tear forming in his eye in that moment.Just then,his phone ranged .
"What now?!" said Andy in his tortured mind.
He checked.It was his boss.For a moment,he thought not responding but he knew how he was like and he might have gotten in serious trouble if he didn't respond.
"H-hello?..." said Andy picking up his cellphone,one hand in his crotch holding his penis.His penis could no longer stand all that pressure wanting to come out.
"Andy,meeting in 10 minutes!" a booming deep voice that made Andy take the phone off his ear and lose control.
"Fine,I'll be there,boss" replied Andy sighing.
This wasn't happening.He had to be in the meeting room in 10 minutes and he was dying for a piss.He felt another spurt escaping and wetting his boxers.Now the wetness was shown easily on his pants crotch and everyone passing could tell he wet himself a little.Andy bit hips lip and held his penis tight trying to regain control again.He didn't know what to do.What if he got out of the building and tried to find a bathroom somewhere in town? He didn't know if he had enough time for that.But he had no choice.Even if he was late to the meeting,he had to find a way to relieve himself soon.Or his pants would never forgive him.His bladder felt like it was about to explode.The tingling feeling turned into a burning almost painful sensation - like if he was about burst like a water balloon.
As Andy was walking down the streets looking for a bathroom he could use,he had his legs tightly crossed like a pretzel.Hand to his mouth,sweating like crazy,hand to his crotch bouncing his legs up and down,occasionally stopping to press them together.Every step was a pain,only putting too much pressure on his bladder,stretching it to a T.He began shaking violently,not knowing if he was gonna make it.PAIN!
Without thinking much,Andy ran into the first store he saw.
"What can I help you with?" said the old man with a mustache behind the counter in the convenience shop.
Suddenly,the clerk's expression turned into disgust as he saw the ugly 40 years old man doing the pee pee dance,
"Can I use the bathroom,please?" asked Andy in his high-pitched voice that no one could take him serious.
The old man frowned.
"Bathroom is for paying customers only.You'll have to buy something first"explained the man obviously bothered.
"But I don't have any money.Please,this is an emergency!" explained Andy while dancing from foot to foot.
"That's the store policy,I'm the owner.I decide! So buy something or go away!" screamed the old man grabbing Andy by the shirt and throwing him in the street like a dog.Apparently,the falldown was so sudden that it made his bladder shake like ramble ball.Now,everyone who passed could see he had an accident.Fortunately,Andy was able to stop the flow before causing more damage.Raising up,he shoved his hand in his crotch again and squeezed his wiener.
"Asshole" thought Andy in his mind.He was thinking about going in to beat him up but his bladder started nagging him again.He was like a balloon ready to pop.His bladder reached its bursting point long enough.Every nerve in his body was sending signals for immediate release.
Right next to the other side of the street,he could see his terror - a huge water fountain.The water was gushing and just the simple sound & look was making him cry.His vision blurred even more.He felt like passing out.He could feel his vision blurring.It was like all that flowing water was trying to mock him,to make his situation worse,to make him suffer.He tried to run away from all that water but he accidentally tripped on his shoe laces and fell.His bladder shattered from the danger and Andy hurried up trying to find other place to use the bathroom.
He found a porta potty,but this one too had an 'out of order' sign on it.Oh,why was fate so cruel? Without many option,he walked into the hair salon next door praying they'll have a bathroom he could use.
A bell rang and the lady smacking her gum left him in.
"Yeah? Can I help you sir?" she said walking back to the counter reading her magazine disinterested.
"Y-yeah...D-do you have a bathroom I could use?" asked Andy visibly embarrassed to be so desperate in front of all those ladies in the salon.
"Sir,we do have a bathroom but it's for customers only.You're gonna have to get a haircut if you want to use it" she explained
"P-please! I have an office meeting in less than 10 minutes and I'm running out of time" Andy fell to the ground in tears,as all the women getting haircuts,manicures and pedicures were laughing.Andy was red like a tomato.A gentleman such as himself to act like a little kid in front of women younger or his age was beyond humiliating.This is why it was always so hard for him to get a date.But despite the humiliation he didn't get up because he wanted to impress that employee woman to let him use the bathroom.
"Sir,if you don't get out,I'm afraid I'll have to call the cops" she said
Andy got up ashamed,still blushing and almost sick to his stomach from holding it too long and sighs deeply leaving.It hurt so bad.As he exited the salon,he ran to the dance studio nearby,hoping he'd find relief there.
In there,he found a bunch of students and youngsters practicing hip hop moves on a song so loud it made his bladder vibrate like a microphone.He started making yet another desperate pee pee dance and the person at the counter,a flamboyant blonde man in tights was quite impressed by his moves.
"Hmmm....Nice moves,sir" hummed the man like if was trying to flirt with Andy.
Andy blushed upon realizing that everyone in the studio was staring at him do that embarrassing childish dance.
"If you don't mind,I don't suppose you have a bathroom I could use? " said Andy sweating like a pig,being almost polite for the first time in his life.
"Oh sure.It's down the hall to the right,but first,would you mind if you give us a little salsa presentation? Your dance moves are quite unique" the man said getting up from the counter.
"Uh..." Andy wanted to say no but everyone around him was screaming "We want you to dance" like no other.
"I-i mean...F-fine..."
Everyone clapped in excitement as Andy got up on stage,gulping in nervousness.He knew how his bladder got whenever he was nervous.If he wet himself in front of everyone here,what would he do? To mantain the pee from escaping,he discretely gave his penis a squeeze.
He suddenly heard music as everyone was waiting for his salsa pesentation.The song was 'La Bamba' by Los Lobos & Gipsy Kings.
Andy squeezed his legs tightly while twirling on his tiptoes,moving around with his legs twisted like a pretzel.He could feel another drop escaping but hopefully he gained control once again.All the teens were dying of laughter while the gay instructor was gazing at him flirtatiously.Andy blushed with his teeth gritted rocking his hips and bouncing around like it was the end of the world and his bladder was about to bring the final destruction of his reputation.He kept moving his hand and legs till the song stopped.At which,he got up from the stage and ran to the bathrooms like his life depended on it.The instructor was about to congratulate him but he ran before that happened.
As Andy ran to the single-stalled unisex bathroom in there,he tried the handle but it wouldn't open.Oh,not again! What did the universe have against him? He screamed.
"Is someone in there?" Andy said with shivers in his voice,dictating his desperation perfectly.
"It's occupied.I'm sorry.I had something bad for breakfast" said someone in the stall.
Andy checked his watch.He only had 3 minutes to get to the meeting or he was done for!
He didn't have enough time to wait for the bathroom there.So he ran outside,past everyone in the studio.The instructor wanted to tell him something but he couldn't catch him.Andy got outside and made him way towards the nearest public park.Maybe they had a bathroom he could use.
As Andy entered the park with wobbly legs and sweating with a pained expression on his face,the sprinkles activated producing a sight and sound that would be pure torture on anyone with a full bladder.He hurried up trying to find the bathroom.Then,he saw a lemonade stand with a lady pouring the yellow liquid to a bunch of kids.Andy placed his hand on his crotch,squeezed his thighs like his life depended on it - and it did ,well his reputation most likely.A couple was passing through there.
"You should have seen how much water was pouring that day" said the man to his wife as they were passing by Andy.Andy's expression became even more pained,like if his bladder was stretched to its maximum capacity.Hearing their words made his pee burst out of him.Just then,near the trees,he found the bathroom.He felt like a walker stranded in the desert with no water and now he found an oasis.Ooops,maybe he should stop thinking about water.As he entered the men's room,he quickly hurried up to one of the urinals.Light was glowing in his eyes,he had to wipe a tear off his face.It was - so beautiful.He walked to it and took his hand off his crotch to unzip his pants,he reached his boxers,shoved his hand inside and whipped out his penis ready for release.Just then,2 teenage boys came inside and rushed to the urinals.They unzipped their pants and started peeing a powerful audible stream that hit the urinal with an incredible force.Andy had a shy bladder.As much as he tried,the pee wouldn't come out.Knowing these strangers were there to hear him pee was too much.Generally,he couldn't pee near anyone even if they were his friends.His bladder just wouldn't let go if it knew someone was in the same room with him as he peed.Literally he was in front of an urinal,something he's been waiting for ages AND HE COULDN'T PEE! How was this possible? He's been waiting for so long to do this and now he just simply couldn't.Another man came in and started peeing too.Now,it was even harder.He tried to squeeze it,to encourage himself to pee but it just didn't happen.His bladder hurt from all that effort and he was tired.Plus,his meeting was in 2 minutes so he needed to hurry up.He quickly zipped back his pants and walked out the door.
He immediately regretted his decision.Now he had to go even worse than before.Especially since his bladder was teased with fake relief for far too long and now it really wanted to release its contents.He ran across the park with squeezed thighs.Some people would snicker at the way he walked.He blushed and tried to ignore as he made his way out of there.His panic was so intense,walking with his knees crossed all the way wasn't easy.All the walk through,he sported a very pained panicked expression on his face with his jaw clenched and sweat pouring on his face.When he saw a dog peeing on a tree,his pain grew 10 times.The simple sight and sound of the peeing act made his own need for the peeing act increase.All that boiling piss inside him that was becoming pent up at the moment and if all that liquid could talk it would yell to him 'ANDY,RELEASE ME NOW OR I'M GOING TO RUIN YOUR REPUTATION FOREVER!',all the missed opportunities to relieve himself,all the stress and pain - this was a truly horrible birthday.If only,if only he paused the game for a second and go to the bathroom when he had the chance he wouldn't have been in this situation.It was his fault for all this.And now he was gonna have an accident.His bladder was stretched to maximum capacity and it would explode soon.He knew he'll end up with a bladder infection after this.
As he finally reached his office,he walked inside with trembling legs.Knowing there were no bathrooms in that building only made it worse.With his hand deeply shoved in his crotch,he walked up the stairs into the meeting place.Every step was torture and he could feel all that warm liquid sloshing around in his bladder.The pee felt like boiling water on the stove.His muscles were tired from contracting so much to hold all that river of humiliation inside.Andy took a hand from his crotch and opened the door to the meeting room.As he entered with trembling steps,he saw everyone at the table discussing business-related projects.
"Anderson,if you're late one more time you can kiss this job goodbye" yelled his boss
Andy mumbled grumpily to himself saying 'yes,boss' through his breath and sat down.Apparently,his bladder wasn't used to that sudden movement.Maybe he should stop moving his bladder around so much.Then,it occured to him.What if ended up wetting himself in this place - in front of his boss,in front of his coworkers,the embarrassment would never end.As he sat down,he crossed his legs tightly to not let any drop of pee escape his urethra.He squeezed like everything depended on it.
As Andy was trying to hold his bladder contents like his life depended on it.Sitting with his legs tightly crossed and sweating like a pig.Most people knew that he needed to pee and they would snicker between each other,as Andy would blush and tremble,occasionally wiping his forehead.
"And now everyone - we'll have to find a way to increase our sales.If we don't get ourselves more customers in 3 weeks,you will all get fired" said the boss angry,slapping his fist on the table.
Andy was so intimidated that he released another spurt of urine escape and wet his pants crotch this time around.He was able to stop it in time by crossing his legs the other way around.Nature called so bad - in fact,he had 100+ calls unanswered from Mother Nature and if his bladder could talk,Andy was sure it would say 'Empty me,Andy!'.
"Anderson,stop shifting around and listen!" screamed his boss across the table.
Andy didn't have any idea where he even was or what was discussed in there.His bladder was so full and he had only one thing in mind - to get home and pee.He doubt he could hold it for that long and there was no way no one could tell he wet his pants a little.There was a generous pee stain right there.He tried to get together all of his determination and canalize his chakra to hold it for as long as possible.He was doing an entire dance number in his seat,full of shivering and trembling with lots of foot tapping.
"Anderson,stop beating your feet like that! It's too loud!" yelled his boss.Andy whined and tried to sit still but it was impossible - a bursting bladder didn't want to sit still.It needed movement to keep itself from overflowing.He could tell his collegues and his boss were bothered by his intensive trembling,foot tapping and shifting in his seat.The guys sitting next to him were weirded out and they moved 4 inches away from him taking their seats with them.Someone from the table across him opened a water bottle and began sipping - the sight was pure torture for Andy.He closed his eyes,put his feet on the chair,shoved his hands both in his crotch and started weeping in pure suffering,trembling and sweating,moving from side to side again and again.
"Is this dude sick?" whispered some of the workers to each other.
"Anderson,we have important business to discuss! If you don't stop fooling around,you can get up and leave!" yelled his boss visibly angered.
Andy put his feet down and sighed "Yes,boss" said Andy grumpily.
But he regretted his decision immediately once he noticed that another spurt escaped.All that wetness was making him want to release the rest of the contents.It was tempting but there was no way he was gonna do it there in front of everyone.He didn't even hear what the others were saying in the meeting.
Just then,one of his collegues raised to present the new product he developed.He walked to the stage.Everyone was listening,except for Andy who was more focused on his body needs.
"And now we present to you a new product we developed today - the Anti-Odor Spray.Do your feet smell bad? No probs,The Anti Odor will solve this issue" explained the man,placing the bottle spray on the table.
"Hmmmm.....Sounds interesting,but we don't know how it works yet.We'll need to test it on someone first" said his boss deep in thoughts.
He looked around the room trying to find his Guinea pig for the experiment,just then he eyed Andy.
"Anderson! You've been fooling around the whole meeting.Get up on stage.At least now you'll make yourself useful for something" grumbled his boss.
Andy was in shock.He was DYING to relieve himself,full of boiling liquid and now they wanted to call him up on stage?! Could this day get any worse?
"Uhhh...Y-you see boss...I can't..." mumbled Andy trying to make an excuse while shivering and sweating,one hand on his crotch trying to hide his wet stain.
"GET UP" screamed his boss so loud it made his bladder shudder and everyone in the room had to cover their ears.
Andy sighed and got up on stage with wobbly steps.
"What a loser" remarked some of his collegues and Andy just frowned at them.
"Linda,come here!" ordered the boss as the heavy-makeuped woman with glasses Andy encountered earlier came on stage.
"Help our customer" said the boss gesturing to Andy to sit on the chair next to the stage.Andy had the hardest time of his life trying to sit down without agitating his bladder.Linda instructed him to raise up his leg as she took off his shoes,then his socks.Andy kept trembling like mad and couldn't resist the urge to squeeze his thighs"
"Sir,sit still,please!" ordered Linda getting quite annoyed with his antics.Andy was beginning to panic.It was impossible to sit still without having an accident.
The woman took the spray,took the lid off and began spraying a considerable amount on his bare foot.The cold liquid was making his bladder scream.Then,as the liquid prelinged on his skin,he could a few spurts coming out and it took him a sold 10 seconds to stop it.He was sure a good portion of his pants were soaked now.Out of panic.he knew he had no option but to let everyone know how badly he needs to pee.
"May I please be let go! I need to use the restroom really really bad.I didn't get to go all day.It's an emergency!" Andy screamed hoping someone would have simpathy for him.But then he realized what he did and blushed like a red tomato.He should have never announced his desperation like that.Everyone in the meeting room broke into endless laugh as they watched the poor man dancing around like a toddler about to have an accident.Hid boss was getting annoyed and sighed.
"Oh,fine! But if you're not back in 3 minutes,you're officially out of this work place" explained his boss strictly.Andy felt glow in his eyes.He was finally free to pee.In a swift movement,he left the chair and rushed to the bathroom as fast as he could.But to his horror,the 'out of order' sign was still there.Andy was in the hall room,barefoot,dancing for his pants' sake.But just then - his bladder could no longer stand all this.The pee that came out earlier and soaked his pants was too much for him.
His bladder simply exploded,pee rushing down his pants,soaking them completely.The wetting was deliberate with his pants turning into a darker shade of brown.Andy tried to stop the flow all panicked but it just wasn't possible.All that pent up warm pee was prelinging down his pant leg and flowing down his sleeve,wetting his foot.The poor guy was beyond humiliated.He was bitter red trying to hide it but he couldn't fool anyone.Some workers that were passing by stopped to laugh at him and at his misfortune.Andy clenched his jaw and placed both hands to cover his face.He couldn't believe he had an accident once again.This time,in front of his work collegues.At least when he wet himself at the theatre,no one there knew who he was.This time,everyone knew him! Seeing there was no way to stop the pee from pouring out of him,he just let himself go,as pee was pouring down his pants constantly producing a loud hissing sound that caught everyone's attention.They all turned around and began laughing in hysterics while pointing and calling him names.
"What's going on here?" asked some people who were walking down the hall,attracted by the crowd.
"Andy pissed his pants like a little baby' said a guy in the crowd pointing at him and laughing.
The others joined too in mocking the poor man too.Although the relief felt amazing especially after holding it in for what seemed like ages,the embarrassment was even greater.Everyone was laughing at him endlessly as he collapsed on the ground in his own puddle of pee once he was done,covering his face.
"Hey,Anderson.Maybe you should wear a diaper next time" said one man meanly
"My son is 5 years old and not even he pees his pants anymore!" joked someone else
"Looks like you're gonna have to clean that up" said another guy,almost falling down for so much laughing.
Andy just sat there,in his own pee,tears falling on his eyes,weeping softly as his vision and conscience were blurred from so much humiliation.
What was worse - some of his collegues grabbed their phones and started taking pictures.
"Yep,this is definitely going on YouTube" said one man as he looked as the camera he used to film Andy's accident.
Meanwhile,Andy's boss was angrily marching down the hall and as he reached crowd,he tore apart two people in there to see Andy crying sitting in a puddle or urine,pants wet,barefoot.
"Anderson,you're a shame to our company! A grown man having an accident?! Who's heard of that? YOU'RE FIRED!" he screamed from the top of his lungs,making the others shriek and run away.
Andy looked puzzled.The humiliation was so intense he could no longer react.
Suddenly,Andy felt grabbed from his shirt and thrown out of the building by his boss with a kick in the bottom.The next second,Andy found himself sitting on the cold pavement in the street.The pain from the kick was nothing compared to the humiliation.He felt like yelling,crying,going insane,but he no longer had the energy for that.The shock he suffered caused his brain to no longer being able to react any thing.Raising up,he makes his way home by foot,all with his head down in shame,wiping a tear off his face.Just then,a bright light blinds him in the middle of the night.It's a bus.Looks like he's not going home by foot after all.He waves to the bus to pull over.The driver stops,but just when Andy was about to go in everyone in the bus saw his wet pants and started laughing whispering to each other.The driver is grossed out.
"Sorry,sir but we only allow potty trained individuals here" he said speeding down so fast,Andy fell on his butt.With his head down,he got up,making his way home.He suddenly felt a gurgling sound in his bowels.Oh,no! He needed to go number 2 now.He didn't know if he was gonna make it home.He walked all the way with his hands on his buttcheeks trying to prevent another accident from happening.
After a long 20 minutes of the walk of shame,Andy finally arrived home.The last thing he wanted right now was having to face his wife and tell her he was unemployed.He put the key in the locker of the house's door,then he stepped into the kitchen.When he turned on the light,he was greeted by...
"SURPRISE" screamed everyone in the room.All of his friends and family planned a party for Andy's birthday and they didn't tell him a thing.Confetti and balloons decorated the room,as the sound of whistling filled the air.Everyone was wearing colorful party hats.
Shocked,Andy felt his guts exploding and filling his pants with creamy warm poop.Everyone stopped cheering as they notice Andy's wet pants and the poop coming out of him.
Andy blushed more than ever,looking down at his pants and collapsing once again,tears falling on his eyes.After a long moment of silence,everyone burst in hysterical laughter,pointing at him and calling him names.
Andy covered his face and ran to his room,yelling and crying like a baby.Everyone pinched their noses due to the smell of poop when Andy passed by.After the birthday boy left,everything was covered in silence again.But after 10 seconds everyone burst in uncontrollable laughing once again.
Meanwhile,Andy couldn't believe what happened.He sat in the bathroom ruminating,warm tears falling on his cheeks.He humiliated himself in front of his friends and collegues,he lost his job - could it be worse than that.And only if he accepted to move up from his chair and go to the bathroom when he had the chance,none of this would have happened.After taking a hot bath and placed his pants and underwear in the washing machine,he put on his pajamas and went to sleep.Throughout the night,he kept twitching around and not being able to stop thinking about the humiliation he endured earlier.He would whip often,tears falling from his eyes and having nightmares the whole night.
The next day,Andy woke up realizing in what situation he was.He would have usually gotten ready for work by now,but since he was unemployed...
He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
"And now for some breaking news - a video of a grown man wetting his pants is going viral all over the internet.The clip currently reached 400000 million views" said the reporter featuring a picture of Andy with wet pants in the background.Andy thought he was dreaming.Not wanting to hear anything about this,he closed the TV and made his to the bathroom since he really needed to pee.An entire country was laughing at him,everyone hated him and he lost his job.Could things be worse.Andy started crying once again as he reached the bathroom door.Then,he saw a note.
"Andy,I'm leaving you.You're embarrassing and I can't be with a man who doesn't have a job.Me and Louie went away.Goodbye"
It was a note from his wife.Yes,it seemed things could be worse.Andy wiped his tears off his cheeks and entered the bathroom.The toilet was gone.He looke back at the note that said
"PS: I took the toilet too"
Then,Andy fell to his knees screaming 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO' Darth-Vader style. |
Michelle was usually not the type of girl to wake up out of her sleep for any reason. But here she was brushing the sleep out of her eyes at 5 a.m. See, Michelle had broke her habit of staying asleep for very long periods at a time and gotten out of bed at this hour for one reason. She had to use the bathroom. Check that, she really really REALLY had to use the bathroom. Michelle sprinted down the hallway with her hands dug into the front of her white thong. Unfortunately for the 19 year old, her hands did little to stop the steady leak of pee coming out of her and starting to flow down her long legs. She made it to the bathroom, pulled down her thong as she bounced up and down, and then sat down and fully released the large amount of pent up pee that was inside of her. As Michelle enjoyed the glorious relief and let out a long sigh of both pleasure and satisfaction she heard her stomach rumble. A very loud and long-lasting fart immediately followed that and Michelle accepted the reality that she was going to be on the toilet longer than she expected as she had to poop.
After a solid five minutes Michelle was still pushing and going. Michelle could not believe the sheer amount of the bowel movement she was having. After all, Michelle was on the small size for her age. Not necessary skinny but petite. But it did make sense if she thought about it. Michelle had been holding in that poop for the entire day prior. She was at school all day, then went to work for the rest of the day so she just went to bed when she had gotten back from work at night. The urge had hit her throughout the day but she could never find a good time to go. After a few more minutes and a few more pushes, Michelle was done and stood up after filling the toilet with a healthy amount of toilet paper on top of the contents that were already in there. Michelle flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and turned to go back to her inviting bed when she realized something didn't sound right with the toilet. It had completely ceased to make the sound that a toilet makes when it flushes. Its a very distinct sound and it simply was not being produced. Michelle turned around to see the toilet water at the very brim of the toilet's edge. Michelle walked over and tried to flush it again. Absolutely no movement. This was panic time. Michelle had clogged the toilet it seemed. She didn't know what to do. On on hand ,at least it wasn't overflowing onto the floor. "God that would be gross" Michelle though to herself. On the other hand. this was actually the only toilet in the modest house she shared with her mother and 18 year old sister. But the reality of the situation was that Michelle was not a Plummer and they did not own a toilet plunger for some reason so there was nothing that could be done at 5 in the morning anyway. Michelle was honestly still half asleep too so she simply left the toilet in its current condition and went back to the safety of her nice warm bed.
...
Kelly woke up at 9:25 which was around the usual time that she woke up on a Saturday. She lounged around in her bed checking her phone until she was forced to get up and start her day by her aching bladder. Kelly had crossed her legs enough under the covers and that wasn't helping anymore. She quickly put a tee shirt and black panties on as she sleeps naked. Kelly really hoped one of her daughters was not in the bathroom as she was actually quite in need of relief. But instead the first thing she lays her eyes on in the bathroom is the toilet with dirty used toilet water right at the brim. Kelly knows she could not add another drop of pee to that toilet if she wanted too without it overfilling onto the floor completely. Besides being utterly confused as to what happened and which one of her daughters was responsible for this mess in the toilet, Kelly was also desperate. She was actually leaking in fact. Kelly's legs rubbed against eachother as she marched in spot. Kelly's hands grasped her crotch for dear life. She really did have a habit of waiting too long after she woke up to finally go pee. And now she could not even go in the one toilet in her house. Kelly was on the verge of tears due to the pain in her bladder. She had to think fast. And she did just that. She immediately walked over to the bathtub and pulled down her panties. This wasn't proper and she had to fix this toilet ASAP but right now she needed to pee. A powerful stream of pee fly's out of her the second after she squatted over the bathtub and Kelly puts her head back in sweet relief.
"Mom, what the hell are you doing?"
Kelly is taken out of her bliss by the voice of her 18 year old daughter, Marissa. Kelly looks to the doorway to see Marissa staring at her with both a look of confusion and awe. Kelley quickly stops her stream and pulls her panties back up. She immediately has to resort to the classic pee dance in order to stop the large amount of pee still left in here from coming out. The little bit of relief she just experienced did nothing but make her need extremely more urgent.
"umm, baby Im sorry you had to see that but did you clog the toilet like this?" Kelly points to the toilet and Marissa comes over to it and immediately lets out a loud sigh of frustration. Kelly cant help but notice that she is obviously not the only one in need of the toilet here. Marissa has been crossing and recrossing her legs ever since she first saw her.
"What the hell? No I didn't. Stupid Michelle probably did last night then cause it was fine when I went to sleep."
"Well I don't know what happened to it and I need to go pee so bad so thats why I was peeing in the bathtub" Kelly tells her daughter who looks like she is in absolute pain. Kelly follows that statement by asking her obviously distressed daughter is she was alright.
"No mom, I seriously need to go to the bathroom" Marissa says while grabbing onto the sink and bending over with sweat forming on her forehead. Marissa is then unable to hold in a fart that escapes her tightly clenched butt cheeks. Her reddish-blonde hair is tied into a ponytail and it bounces as she bounces. Unlike her sister, Marissa was not small for her age and had a very shapely figure. Marissa is wearing only a pink tee shirt and very tight gray short shorts. No panties which means she is scared of any type of accident being very noticeable. And not just a pee accident. She has to pee very badly yes but Marissa never ever remembers having to go poop this badly. She hadn't gone in a few days and apparently it hit her at once. She had tears forming in her eyes already. This couldn't be happening to her. Why did the toilet have to be clogged at this moment?
"baby, Im serious. Are you ok" Kelly asks while doing her own potty dance. Right now though her motherly instincts start to kick in as she is seeing her daughter like this.
"No mom like Im not ok." Another fart escapes Marissa. This one feeling and sounding very wet. On top of that, a leak sprung and left a bit of wetness on the crotch of her gray shorts before she is able to stop it. "I just woke up and I need to go to the bathroom so freakin bad"
"I know I do too" Kelly says while moving closer to Marissa and putting an arm around her as if that was going to comfort her at a time like this. "Do you umm need to do more than just pee?" Kelly's face went red just asking the question so she could only imagine the embarrassment her 18 year old daughter felt.
Marissa's face indeed went very red as she managed a weak little "Yes i do" before letting out another fart and squatting down completely holding her herself. Kelly thought she had to go bad until she saw how desperate her daughter looked.
"Look, how about I drive up to the gas station and we can go there" Kelly tells her daughter. "Then when we get back we can yell at your sister for doing this all we want."
"Just drive fast ok?" was the only thing Marissa could say. She was already so embarrassed and she really did not really think she could withstand a car ride at this moment but what other choice did she have?
...
"One more street baby and then we will be there" Kelly told her daughter in a reassuring tone. Well, as reassuring as a 43 year old women who was slowly peeing herself one leak at a time could sound that is. Yes, since they had left the house and started driving her need had severely worsened but nothing compared to her poor daughters. There was a very noticeable wet spot on her daughters shorts. Her daughter was also bouncing up and down in her seat and had resorted to sitting on her heels. She noticed that Marissa couldn't seem to decide if she should hold her crotch or her butt either. As she turned the corner of the last street before they arrived at sweet relief Kelly saw something that sent a chill running down her spine and a squirt into her panties. It was a train with a long line of cars waiting for it.
"Omg theres a train now!" Marissa cant help but to voice her disappointment as well as let out another fart that results in further damage to her poor gray shorts that are a much darker gray than what they started out as.
"I know baby but look theres a lot of cars here so that means its been going for a while. Maybe its almost done" Kelly barely believes her own words as she brings the car to a stop in the line.
"Mom please turn around I really cant hold it anymore like its coming out"
"Mine is to baby. Remember you caught me peeing? I really should have just finished but Im still holding it and taking you to the gas station."
I know mom thanks but I really cant hold this anymore." Marissa says while starting to tear up and lose her breath as she starts to cry due to a mixture of how badly she needs relief and also now knowing that she isn't getting that relief anytime soon.
"You can do it baby. Its ok dont cry."
"Mom it hurts so bad. Like my stomach feels like its going to explode."
"This stupid train will be over soon just hold on for me ok baby?" Kelly tells her daughter while she herself is perched on the edge of her seat holding herself with both of her hands.
"I cant. I need to go right now mom" Marissa says while desperately grinding her butt into the car seat. "Can you please please turn around and go anywhere else?"
"Baby you know theres nowhere else close. We are better off waiting this train out."
Just then, Marissa loses the battle that she was destined to lose since the moment she woke up and felt both her bladder and bowels inform her that they needed to be emptied. It started with a torrent of pee flowing out of her that simply could not be stopped by any means necessary. Next, a barrage of farts escaped from Marissa's tightly clenched butt. Tears rolled down the 18 year old's cheek as she felt her butt grow mushy and sticky with the contents of her bowls. It didn't take long for both her pee and poop start to overfill her shorts and escape onto her long legs and the carseat below her. Marissa was 18 years old and currently pooping and pissing her pants. In front of her mother for that matter.
But Marissa was not alone in her embarrassment. The sight and sounds of her daughter had sent Kelly into a panic and she was simply not able to hold any pee in anymore. The rest of her bladder emptied itself into Kelly's panties and soon into the red pair of yoga pants that she wore.
There was absolutely no hiding this for either of them.
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Open to writing another part to this. Please leave any suggestions and feedback that you may have.
Edited July 26, 2018 by Mrgala21
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Author's note: The following fanfiction is based off the manga Nana to Kaoru. It is known for it's soft core S&M although that is not all it is. It is also a romanctic comedy/drama.
It was midfall as two high school students made their way home. One of them was Nana Chigusa. She was the vice president of the student council, member of the track team, a top scoring student, and a total knockout. Walking in front of her was her childhood friend Kaoru Sugimura. He lived in the apartment next to hers. Unlike Nana, Kaoru was a mediocre student with about average looks and was thought of as a creep and a pervert. In fact, many of the girls referred to him as Creepymura. This was due to the fact that Kaoru frequented an adult store and purchased all sorts of S&M paraphernalia. Just one look at the two of them and one would wonder why someone as popular as Nana would waste her time with a loser like Kaoru. Of course what nobody knew was that the two of them shared a secret. As it so happens, being on the student council, the track team, and maintaining good grades can be stressful. By accident or a twist of fate, Nana discovered a way to relax through breathers. While some people relax by reading, playing video games, etc., Nana found relaxation in performing soft-core S&M scenarios with Kaoru as the Dom and herself as the sub.
“Hey Kaoru,” began Nana as she contemplated how to bring up the breathers.
“What is it?” asked Kaoru without looking back at her.
“I was just thinking that it’s been a while since our last breather,” she replied, her cheeks turning slightly red.
“And your point?” questioned Kaoru in a cold tone. In truth, he was actually happy that she had brought it up. He had a new scenario that he had wanted to try but was too nervous to bring it up. After all, he didn’t want the girl he loved to know just how excited he was that not only got to explore his fetish with her but also that the breathers gave him a chance to see a side of her that nobody else would ever see. While the two of them weren’t together in the romantic sense, when they were performing the breathers Nana belonged to him alone.
“I was just stating a fact is all,” muttered Nana. While she had asked him for breathers countless times, it never got easier.
“I see,” replied Kaoru. If he didn’t do something and fast, he was going to miss out on a chance to perform a breather with her. Kaoru stopped and turned around, a sly expression etching its way across his face. “Are you asking for one?”
“Not really,” lied Nana as she tried to avoid eye contact. “I thought that maybe you were going to ask me to do one soon.” Suddenly Kaoru began chuckling. It was a little dark and unsettling. She watched as he moved closer to her. Despite Kaoru being a couple inches shorter than her, in times like these he almost seemed bigger. “Why are you laughing?”
“Nana, Nana, Nana,” Kaoru smiled wickedly. “These breathers are for you not for me. If you want one, then you need to tell me, otherwise we can’t do them. Now tell me, do you want to do a breather or not?”
“Maybe,” mumbled Nana as she began to bite her lip. Her cheeks were growing a darker shade of red with each passing second.
“Come on now Nana, tell me what you want. Admit that you’re a pervert who can only relax by participating in S&M.”
“KAORU YOU IDIOT!” she screamed. “There is no way I can say that!”
“Well that’s a shame,” replied Kaoru as he turned his back to her. As he did, he took one last look at her face. He could see a glimpse of desperation in her eyes. All she needed was one more push. “I guess you don’t want a breather after all.” Kaoru took a couple steps forward. Suddenly he felt something tug on the sleeve of his jacket. He turned his head. Sure enough, Nana was holding onto his sleeve. Her entire face was beet red and her breathing had become almost erotic. She would not make eye contact with him.
“I want a breather,” she mumbled.
“Then what do you say?” smirked Kaoru.
“I won’t say it!” shouted Nana.
“Fine,” said Kaoru. “I won’t make you say the whole thing. Just admit to me that you’re a pervert.”
Still refusing to meet Kaoru’s gaze, Nana stuttered, “I’m a…a…per…per….”
“I’m going to stop you right there,” interrupted Kaoru. “I want you to look me in the eyes when you say it.” Kaoru watched as Nana gave him a hateful look. “Now say it. I don’t have all day.”
“I’M A PERVERT!” she cried. Nana then covered her mouth with her hands and looked around. Once she realized that there was no one else around, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“That’s a good girl,” chuckled Kaoru. “Now as promised I will give you a breather.”
“Do you have something in mind already?” asked Nana.
“Yes,” answered Kaoru. “However, I need time to prepare. Meet me outside my apartment at sunset. Bring a scarf and make sure you’re wearing clothes and shoes that you don’t mind getting dirty.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see,” grinned Kaoru. With that, he began walking towards home, mentally running through his checklist of what he would need to pull off this breather.
“Just what could he be planning?” whispered Nana to herself. As thoughts raced into her head, she felt her chest tighten and her body begin to tremble. She couldn’t help but lick her lips in excitement.
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It was just after sunset when Nana knocked on Kaoru’s door. She was wearing a beige sweater with an old black skirt and a beat-up pair of running shoes. In her hand was the scarf Kaoru had asked her to bring. Nana was just getting ready to knock again when Kaoru opened the door. “Come in,” he smiled. Nana did as she was told. She flinched as the door clicked shut. As she looked around, she noticed a bag by the entryway.
“What’s the bag for?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“It’s materials for tonight’s breather.” Kaoru walked over to the bag and pulled something out. “Put this on,” he ordered as he threw the object towards her. Nana caught it with relative ease. Looking down, she saw that it was the collar from her first breather. She quickly placed it around her neck.
“It’s on.”
“Good,” replied Kaoru as he walked back over to her. In his hand was a leash. “Now stay still while I put this on.” Nana could feel Kaoru fumbling around with the collar followed by a clicking sound. “There we go.”
“Hey Kaoru, haven’t we already done something like this before?” asked Nana as she thought back to their first breather.
“Yes, but don’t worry, I have something special in mind for this breather.”
“Could you tell me what it is or at least give me a hint?”
“Nana, Nana, Nana, that would take all the fun out of it. Just be patient. All will be revealed in time.” Karou’s evil grin made Nana tremble a bit but it was excitement, not terror that made her tremble. “Put on the scarf and let’s get going.”
“Can you at least tell me where were going?” asked Nana as she wrapped the scarf around her neck.
“To the place where our breathers began,” replied Kaoru as he turned around and grabbed the bag. As they exited his apartment, Kaoru began to wonder if he could really do this. What he had planned could end up going beyond any of the breathers they had done before. Based on this night, what he was planning could bring them closer together or drive them farther apart. One thing was for certain though, it was too late to back down now.
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It was now completely dark as they reached the promenade where they had had the first breather. Once there, Kaoru ordered Nana to take her scarf off. As she did, she asked, “So what are we going to do this time?”
“I’m going to lead you by leash along the promenade,” he answered back.
“How’s that any different from our first breather?”
“Simple,” said Kaoru as he pulled a couple things out of his bag, “we’ll be using these.” In his hands was a pair of dog ears and some rope. He handed the dog ears over to Nana and instructed her to put them on.
“I think I understand what the dog ears are for but what is the rope for?”
“I’m going to use it to tie your hands behind your back. During our first breather, you could have used your hands at any time you wanted. This time you won’t have use of them,” replied Kaoru.
“I don’t know about this,” said Nana as she stared at the rope in Kaoru’s hands. “What if somebody sees us?”
“Everyone is on the main streets at this time of night and even if someone passes by, it’s too dark to see anything,” assured Kaoru. At the moment he said it, he felt a serious case of déjà vu.
“I’m still not sure.”
“Don’t worry,” said Kaoru. He turned his head away from her, his cheeks slightly red. “I’ll protect you no matter what.”
“Kaoru…” uttered a blushing Nana.
“Just like all our breathers, I will not force you to do anything,” interrupted Kaoru as he regained his composure. “Whether you wear the rope or not is completely up to you. However, if you don’t wear the rope, I will call off this breather right now. Your move.”
“I’ll wear the ropes,” mumbled Nana as she placed her hands behind her back.
“Good choice,” replied Kaoru as he stepped behind her. As he began tying her hands, Nana noticed that the rope was rather smooth. She knew instantly that Kaoru had put a lot of time and effort oiling the rope so that it’s bristles wouldn’t rub against her arms. Nana also couldn’t help but notice that the rope was thin, likely so that it would not be as visible in the dark. Regardless of the things Kaoru did to her, he was always taking measures to keep her safe. The idea made her blush. Nana’s thoughts were interrupted by Kaoru saying, “That should do it. Let’s start the breather.”
“Alright,” said Nana. She waited for Kaoru to start walking before she did. They would walk up and down the promenade several times.
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Almost half an hour later, the two stopped to rest over by a secluded bench. As Nana was getting ready to sit down on the bench, Kaoru stopped her and said, “Sorry, the bench is for humans only. Pets must sit on the ground.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to sit on the cold, hard ground,” spat Nana.
“How silly of me,” replied Kaoru as he began rummaging through his bag. He then pulled out an old tarp and laid it on the ground. “You can sit now.”
“No way,” cried Nana. “I’m not going to do it.”
“Well that’s a shame,” said Kaoru as he walked behind Nana. “I guess we’ll just have to end the breather here. Let me just untie your ropes and….”
“Fine, I’ll do it,” relented Nana as she walked over to the tarp and sat down on her knees.
“That’s a good Nana,” smiled Kaoru as he patted her head. Nana’s face turned red. Part of her was embarrassed but part of her was also happy to be praised. Kaoru soon stopped petting Nana’s head and pulled something out of his bag. It was a bottle of juice. He uncapped the bottle and placed a straw in it. “Here you go Nana, this is your reward. Be sure to drink it all up.”
“I’d love to,” said Nana, “but can you untie my hands first?”
“I can’t do that. You see, your hands being tied up is an important part of the breather. If I untie your hands, then the breather will end. Knowing that, do you still want me to untie you?”
“No,” relented Nana.
“Then open your mouth, I’ll hold the bottle for you.” Nana did as she was told. As she sipped from the straw, a dark smile came across Kaoru’s face. All was going according to plan. When Nana was half-way finished, Kaoru yanked the bottle away.
“I wasn’t done with that,” cried Nana. The taste of juice on her parched throat had felt good. She wanted more.
“Poor, helpless Nana,” grinned Kaoru as he held the bottle in his hand. “So long as your hands are tied, you can’t do much of anything can you. My hands on the other hand could do anything they want to you and there would be nothing you can do about it.” Kaoru then slowly reached one of his hands towards Nana’s breasts.
“Don’t,” whimpered Nana as her body tensed up. However, Kaoru’s fingers made a last-minute turn and instead came to rest under Nana’s chin. She could feel his fingers wiping something under her mouth.
“You’re dribbling like a baby,” smirked Kaoru. Nana looked down at her sweater and saw that there were indeed wet spots on the front. Kaoru than knelt down directly in front of her. He pinched the straw and held it close to Nana’s mouth. “Now please try not to spill anymore.” Nana said nothing. She simply clasped her mouth down on the straw and continued to drink. As she began to sip the drink, Kaoru couldn’t help but watch her lips. Deep down he wanted to make them his. He wanted to make all of Nana his. Nana polished off the drink not long after that.
“What now,” she asked as Kaoru took out a handkerchief and wiped off the couple drops of juice that were dripping from Nana’s face.
“Now we sit and relax,” answered Kaoru as he walked over to the bench and sat down. “A good dog must sit patiently for her master until he is ready to move again.” Kaoru then looked at his watch. According to his calculations, the final phase of the breather would begin in about twenty minutes. Now all he had to do was wait. He removed a bottle of tea from his bag and began to drink.
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Almost thirty minutes passed, but nothing happened. Kaoru looked at his watch again. “Dammit,” he thought to himself, “the diuretic in the juice should have kicked in by now. Why isn’t she squirming?” Kaoru continued to stare at Nana. He had been given the bottled drinks by the lady who owned the adult shop he often frequented. The shop owner knew of Kaoru and Nana’s activities and was Kaoru’s confidant who often gave him advice and new ideas. When he had mentioned being in a rut, the shop owner had insisted that Kaoru try replicating the first breather while also changing it up a bit. Upon learning about the first breather, the shop owner gave him the bottled drinks and told him that the juice was laced with a powerful diuretic. Twenty minutes is all it should have taken, but nothing was happening. Surely Nana would have to go soon. After a couple more minutes passed, Kaoru stood up and stretched. “Well, I think we’ve been here long enough,” he said as he helped Nana to her feet. “We’ve still got one more location to hit up before we can end the breather.”
“Ok,” replied Nana. In truth, she couldn’t wait for the breather to be over. She was beginning to feel a tingling sensation in her bladder. Nana knew it would only be a matter of time until she would need to use the bathroom. She only hoped that she could hold out until the breather was over without Kaoru noticing. She did not want to relive that part of their first breather.
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A short while later, they had reached their location. Nana knew instantly where they were. “Why are we at the Municipal Playing Field?”
“You’ll see,” smirked Kaoru. Not long after leaving the promenade, Kaoru had noticed that Nana had begun squirming a bit. It was obvious that she was trying to hide it, but there was no mistaking hit. Nana’s bladder was under attack by the raging waters building up inside. All Kaoru needed to do now was increase Nana’s pain level so that she would give in easier during the last part of the breather. “Come on now, we have quite a few stairs to climb.”
“Alright,” said Nana as she followed Kaoru up the stairs. Over the last couple minutes, she had begun to notice that each step she took increased her discomfort. If the walk over there had been torture, the climb up the steps was pure hell. Her body tensed up and she could feel herself sweating a bit. She needed to go bad, but there was no way she could let Kaoru know. After all, he would probably make her pee outside again, not that that had been all that bad. As she thought about the incident, she began to lick her lips. She wondered if she could do it again if she absolutely had to. Of course it would be a lot more difficult and way more humiliating without the use of her hands.
“We made it,” said Kaoru, beginning to pant a little bit. He had led her up the stairs and over to the spot that Nana had peed on during their first breather. Just seeing the spot brought back embarrassing memories for Nana. Nana then looked over at Kaoru and saw that he had a pained expression and his face was slightly sweaty.
“Is everything alright?” she asked. Kaoru shook his head. “What’s wrong?” Suddenly Kaoru took off at a full sprint, leash in hand, with Nana struggling to keep up behind him. Seconds later they were in the men’s room. Not really thinking about it, Kaoru rushed over to one of the urinals, unzipped his pants and let out a flood of piss into the urinal.
“This feels good,” he mumbled to himself as his body relaxed. As he peed, he thought about what just happened. He had been fine until they had reached the Municipal Playing Field, so why did he have to go so bad? As he thought about it, he came to a realization. The tea he had drank must also have been spiked with the diuretic. Kaoru had naturally assumed that the shop owner had spiked only one, not both. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he thought to himself. Suddenly he got the feeling that someone was watching him. Turning his head back, he saw that Nana was right behind him, her eyes transfixed on the liquid crashing down into the bottom of the urinal between his legs. Kaoru quickly turned his head back towards the wall in front of him. “Shit! I forgot that I was still holding the leash. She’s watching me piss. How could this get any more embarrassing?” he thought.
As he contemplated yelling at her to look away, he realized how stupid it would look for a Dom to get embarrassed by the sub. There was only one thing he could do now. Turning his head back, a wicked grin came across his face. “Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer. Better yet, why not take a closer look if you’re so interested?” Of course he didn’t mean any of it. He was just trying to get Nana to look away out of embarrassment. What she did next though was completely unexpected. Instead of looking away, Nana walked closer to get a better look. As he looked in her eyes he could tell that she was in a trance. He needed to snap her out of it and fast. “Does watching men pee get you off?” teased Kaoru. “If so, then you really are a pervert.” His words were enough to snap Nana out of her trance.
“I’m sorry,” she cried as she quickly turned around. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“You were just curious is all,” replied Kaoru as he shook of the last couple drops and zipped up. He was getting ready to flush the urinal when an idea struck him. Instead of brooding over the fact that Nana had just watched him pee, he could use that fact to his advantage. As he stepped away from the urinal, he began to set his revised plan in motion. “Hey Nana, I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been squirming a bit since we left the promenade. Is something wrong?”
“I have to pee,” mumbled Nana. Her words were almost inaudible, but Kaoru knew exactly what she had said. Now it was time to mess with her.
“What was that?” asked Kaoru.
“I have to pee,” she repeated a tiny bit louder.
Kaoru cupped a hand to his ear and leaned in, “Come again?”
“I HAVE TO PEE YOU JERK!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. It was loud enough to almost blow Kaoru’s ear out.
“SHHHH,” hissed Kaoru as he slammed his hand over Nana’s mouth. “Do you want to draw attention to us?” Nana shook her head. Kaoru released his hand and ran over to the entrance of the bathroom. He peeked his head outside and looked around. There was nobody there. He then walked back to Nana. “There’s no one out there.”
“That’s a relief,” said Nana.
“Speaking of relief, it’s time for the last portion of the breather.”
“And what would that be?”
“You’re going to pee.”
“Outside?” asked Nana. “I already did that in our first breather.”
“No, you’re going to do it in here.”
“Fine,” said Nana as she walked over to one of the stalls. “Can you untie my hands so I can pee?” Kaoru simply laughed. “What’s so funny?”
“You’re not going to pee in the stall. You’re going to pee in a urinal,” explained Kaoru. “Specifically, you’re going to pee in the urinal that I just peed in and you’re going to do it like a boy.”
“You’re crazy!” spat Nana. “There is no way in hell that I’m doing that!”
“Ok,” replied Kaoru. “I’ll come untie you then.”
“Really?” asked a shocked Nana.
“Of course. I told you from the very beginning that I would never force you to do something that you didn’t want to do. If it is your wish for me to untie you, then we will end our breather here. I’ll just need to take off the collar and leash.” Kaoru then walked up to Nana and reached for the collar. Suddenly Nana stepped back and turned her head in defiance. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this breather to be over?”
“I never said that I wanted it to be over,” mumbled Nana. Her cheeks were red and her breathing had become faster and more erotic. Kaoru knew that he had Nana right where he wanted her. All he had to do was give her a big push.
“I see,” smirked Kaoru. “Then you’ll pee in the urinal?”
“I can’t,” she whined.
“And why not?”
“Because I’m a girl and girls don’t pee standing up.”
“Nana, Nana, Nana, I’m disappointed in you,” lectured Kaoru. “You’re the type of girl who can do anything and yet you’re making excuses for yourself based off your gender. I guess you’re not the type of person I thought you were.” He watched Nana’s facial expressions. Kaoru could tell he was getting to her. “You can pretend all you want that your unstoppable, but the truth is that you’re the type of person who thinks of giving up the moment things get too difficult.” Koaru’s words tasted bitter as he knew he was really describing himself.
“Shut up!” she cried. “I’m not a quitter.”
“Then prove it,” smirked Kaoru as he pointed to the urinal he had just peed in.
“I will,” spat Nana as she walked towards the urinal. She then turned her head and asked, “Could you untie me so I can do this?”
“If I do that then the breather is over.”
“How am I supposed to do this without my hands? I can’t remove my skirt or underwear like this.”
“Simple. I’ll help you out,” replied Kaoru. He noticed the hesitation on Nana’s face. “Or we could end it right here. You’re choice.”
“Let’s just get this over with,” relented Nana. As Kaoru walked over to her, Nana looked at him and said, “But if you try anything funny I swear it will be the last thing you ever do.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t try anything funny.” Kaoru then walked behind her and pulled down her skirt. Nana lifted one leg at a time so that Kaoru could completely remove the skirt. He then slung it over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but notice Nana’s white panties. “Trying to play the innocent girl by wearing white panties,” teased Kaoru. “Honestly I think a red satin or sexy black lace would suit you better.”
“Pervert.”
“Oh come on now, I’m just having a little fun,” laughed Kaoru. “Now let’s remove those panties.” He then removed them with little trouble. As he held them in his hands, he noticed that they were slightly wet. Holding it closer to his face, he saw that it wasn’t urine but sweat. Nana’s sweat. Unable to hold himself back, he took a whiff.
“What are you doing back there?” asked Nana as she began to turn around.
“Nothing,” answered Kaoru as he stuffed the panties into the skirt. “That was close,” he thought. “Now go ahead and pee.” Nana inched closer to the urinal. It was the type that extended to the floor and had a bowl-like bottom that jutted out ever so slightly.
“I can’t do this,” she cried as she looked down at urinal still full of Kaoru’s piss.
“What’s going on now?”
“I don’t know how to do it,” she whined. “I’m a girl. I’ve never had to use a urinal before.”
“Then just do what I say,” he replied. “Since your hands are behind your back, you going to want to make sure that you’re standing directly over the base of the urinal. Keep your legs apart so that you reduce the chance of pissing down your legs. The next thing you’ll need to do is bend your knees and lean your hips forward.” Nana did as she was told. “You should be good to go now.” A couple minutes passed but nothing happened.
“I can’t do it,” she whined once more.
“And why not?” asked Kaoru. “And don’t say because you’re a girl.”
“Well there’s that, and also because you’re watching me.”
“What’s the big deal if I watch you? After all you watched me pee so it’s only fair that I get to watch you. As for whole being a girl thing, I thought that would make you want to do it even more.”
“How so?”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t some girls dream of being able to pee standing up or use a urinal instead of having to bare-ass a disgusting and possibly wet toilet seat.”
“I guess,” answered Nana.
“Just think about it Nana, your being given a once in a lifetime opportunity to see the other side. You have the opportunity that many girls secretly wish for. Right here, right now, you have the opportunity to pee in a urinal just like a guy. Doesn’t that excite you at all?” Kaoru paused for a moment and waited for Nana’s response. Nothing came. Kaoru walked over to the side so he could get a better look at Nana’s face. Sure enough, her face was red and her tongue was partially sticking out of her mouth in the usual erotic way that signaled that she was about to give in. Just a little bit more, and Nana would succumb to Kaoru’s influence. Kaoru leaned towards her. “Come on, haven’t you always wanted to piss in a urinal at least once. There is no one else here but you and me. Nobody ever has to know. Just give into temptation and be the naughty girl I know you are.”
“Ok,” stuttered Nana, her mental defenses completely broken down. She closed her eyes and took a breath.
Suddenly Nana felt Kaoru’s warm breath in her ear as he whispered, “Pee.” A split second later, the silence of the room was shattered by a hissing sound. Nana opened her eyes and looked down. A cascading stream of greenish yellow splashed into the urinal. She watched as her piss mixed with Kaoru’s to the point that she could no longer tell which was hers and which was his. In a way it was almost like Kaoru was peeing alongside her. The very thought made her blush. Nana then turned her head a bit and saw that Kaoru was watching with the same fixation that she had had when she watched him pee. Wanting to get it over with faster, she pushed a little harder. As she did so, she continued to stare at Kaoru, her heart beating so loud that she was afraid that he might hear. She wondered what he thought of her as he watched her pee. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by Kaoru screaming, “Watch what you’re doing!” Nana looked down and saw that her stream and become a spray and was now running down her inner thighs and legs. Without thinking about it, she took a step back, the majority of her spray now hitting the floor in front of the urinal.
“What do I do?” she cried as some of the piss droplets running down her legs reached her socks. “It’s going everywhere.” Nana was about to take another step back when she felt something warm and hard touch her butt. Before she had time to react, she was pushed forward into the urinal. Nana’s large breasts hitting the top of the urinal stopped her momentum, but not before her vagina hit the back wall of the urinal. The wall was cold and wet. Nana didn’t have to think twice about why it was wet. As she tried to step back, she found it impossible to do so. Turning her head back, she saw that Kaoru was standing behind her, his hands pressed against her back. He was forcing her into the urinal.
“What are you doing you idiot?” he screamed. “Don’t step backwards!”
“But I’m touching the urinal!” she whined as she tried to push herself back. When that didn’t work, she tried slamming him with her butt. It was enough to knock Kaoru away. Nana attempted to step back once more only to lose her balance and fall backwards. Luckily for her Kaoru caught her midfall. Using all the strength he could muster, Kaoru pushed Nana forward a bit so the remainder of her spray would hit the target. “Thank you,” blushed Nana.
“You’re welcome,” replied Kaoru. He was just getting ready to reposition his hands when he noticed that he was touching something lumpy. Not really thinking about it, he squeezed down on the lumps. Instantly he heard a moan. Kaoru peered his head over Nana’s shoulder and realized for the first time that he was clutching her breasts. “I’m not doing this on purpose!” cried a flustered Kaoru.
“Can you please let go?” she moaned.
“If I do, we both might lose balance. If that happens there will be an even worse mess to deal with. Just try to ignore it. You can punch me later.”
“I will,” she said as she did her best to ignore it. Her spray would last almost another minute and a half before it petered out into drops. “What now?”
“We clean you up,” replied Kaoru. “You’ll create a mess if you keep dripping like that. It will be easier to clean you if you lean back like you’re doing.”
“But my hands are tied. How do you expect me to clean myself?”
“I’ll do it,” declared Kaoru as he moved one hand into his pocket and pulled out the handkerchief he had used earlier. “I’ll just get the upper spots so that you’re not dripping all over the place. Once that’s done, you can finish the rest.”
Kaoru was expecting Nana to put up a fight, but instead she replied, “Just be gentle okay.” The words were enough to cause his rod to stiffen. Trying his best to ignore it, he began wiping her vagina and the inner part of her thighs where the drops were beginning to pool. The sound of her moaning soon began to take its toll. He could feel himself nearing the breaking point. Suddenly Nana spoke up. “Hey Kaoru, something’s poking my lower back. You’re not….”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” interrupted a clearly flustered Kaoru. “That’s just my phone. It must have shifted when I grabbed my handkerchief.” He quickly finished the wiping and helped Nana back into a proper standing position. He then untied her hands and handed her her clothes and the handkerchief. “You should take care of the rest of that yourself. I would suggest you use the sink to help wash some of it off. Don’t worry, I’ll guard the entrance for you.” Before Nana could turn around, Kaoru ran over to the entrance and turned his back to her. While Nana thought that he was being a gentleman, the truth was that Kaoru didn’t want her to see his erection. There was also the fact that if he had to look at her clean herself, he would likely mess his pants. Over the next few minutes he was forced to listen to the sink water run. Surely this would be a night he would never forget.
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Once Nana was dressed, the two left the bathroom and began making their way towards the stairs. Kaoru was the first to speak up. “Hey Nana, I thought you did a good job considering everything that happened. I promise that not only will I find a way to reward you for your efforts, but I will also find a way to make up for the whole boob touch thing and for pushing you against the urinal.” Suddenly he felt something hard hit his cheek with enough force to knock him to the ground. As he looked up, he saw Nana was standing above him with her fist clenched. “What was that for?”
“You said I could punch you.” Nana then unclenched her fist and extended her hand to Kaoru. “Now we’re even,” she smiled as she helped him up. Her smile was enough to make Kaoru’s heart skip a beat.
“Yeah whatever,” blushed Kaoru as he turned his back to her. He then began walking towards the stairs with Nana close behind. They were almost at the top of the stairs when Kaoru asked, “So have you thought about what you might want as a reward for completing the breather?”
“I’m good,” answered Nana.
“Are you sure?” asked Kaoru as he turned around. The moment he did he saw that Nana’s face was a shade of red that he had never seen before.
“I’m sure.”
“Well, I’d feel bad if I didn’t give you one. After all a Dom is supposed to reward the sub if they do a good job.”
“I said I’m good,” replied Nana. She was starting to get annoyed by Kaoru’s persistence.
“Oh come on Nana, I can’t just let you go unrewarded after all of that,” said Kaoru.
“I don’t want anything,” she screamed.
“Why not?”
In her irritation, she blurted out, “Because you already rewarded me.” The instant she said that, she clapped her hands to her mouth.
“What did you just…” but before Kaoru could finish his question, he took a step backwards and fell down the stairs.
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“NANA!” screamed Kaoru as he sat up. He looked around and saw that he was now in his room. His head hurt but otherwise he seemed to be fine. The door to his room suddenly flew open. Nana came rushing in with a wet cloth.
“What’s the matter Kaoru?”
“Nothing,” said Kaoru. Nana walked over to him and gently pushed him back down. As Nana placed the wet cloth on his forehead, Kaoru asked, “What happened?”
“What do you mean?”
“The last thing I remember is that we were performing a breather and you….”
“That was just a dream,” interrupted Nana.
“A dream?”
“Yeah. The truth is that on our way home from school you fell and hit your head pretty hard. You’ve been out for the last several hours,” explained Nana.
“So, you didn’t actually pee in a urinal standing up?”
“Of course not,” cried Nana. “I am a girl after all and everyone knows that it’s impossible for girls to do that. What you imagined was just a dream caused by hitting your head to hard.”
“I guess you’re right,” said a disappointed Kaoru.
“You should probably get some rest. Just call me on my cell phone if you need anything.”
“Alright,” yawned Kaoru as he closed his eyes. Within minutes he was fast asleep.
Nana quietly crept out of his room. She then made her way out the door and back to her apartment. Once in her apartment she walked into the bathroom and began taking off her clothes. As she threw her skirt into the laundry basket, something fell out. Nana walked over to the object and picked it up. It was a soiled handkerchief. “I should probably wash this before I return it,” she blushed as she stared at it. “Or maybe I’ll keep this as my reward. After all, a Dom should always reward a sub if they do a good job.” |
Part 2
Kyle closed the bathroom stall and wiped the tears off of his face. He peeled off his wet shorts and underwear and shoved them into the front pocket of his backpack. He was going to smell like a public bathroom for the whole flight!
“Kyle, hurry up! We're going to miss the final boarding call!” Cody shouted.
Kyle pulled out his swim trunks and put them on. No time for fancy things like belts or underwear. He still felt like he needed to go pee, but time was running out. “I'm done,” he said, shyly emerging from the stall.
Cody raised an eyebrow. “Swim shorts? Really? Whatever, let's go.” Cody grabbed his brother's hand and they headed to their gate, which was about to do final boarding call.
“Just in time,” Kyle gasped. Running wasn't the kindest thing he could do for his bladder and he had some regrets. He looked back at the bathroom longingly.
“Did you forget something?” Cody asked.
“Uh, no,” Kyle sheepishly lied.
Cody rolled his eyes and handed his brother his boarding pass.
“Aw man, the middle seat?!” Kyle whined.
“Mom booked these like a month ago. The plane is full, so it's not like we can swap seats,” Cody replied, “I'm sitting in the middle seat in row 18.”
“Mine is 17,” Kyle sighed. He wasn't looking forward to the claustrophobia of sitting next to two strangers. His stomach burned with anxiety and he almost forgot that he still needed to pee.
Kyle and Cody were the last two passengers to get on the plane. When Kyle found his row, he had to nearly climb over a very large woman who was almost asleep. Thankfully she got up when he politely said, “excuse me.” Once he sat down and buckled himself in, he felt a bit better about the scenario. Nobody had a crying baby or smelled really bad. As the flight attendant came by to check they had their seatbelts on, Kyle put up his hand.
“Yes, sweetie?” the chubby, older attendant asked.
“Can I go to the bathroom?” Kyle didn't even feel desperate yet, but felt as though now was the best time to go.
“Not until the seatbelt sign is off. We're about to take off now. Can you wait a few minutes?”
Kyle nodded. He could wait a while still. He sat back in his seat and felt the rumbling of the plane as it began to roll down the runway. It wasn't the most pleasant feeling for his bladder or his anxious stomach, but Kyle closed his eyes and tried to hold it all in. He crossed his legs, trying not to fidget too much. Maybe he could just hold it for the whole flight?
Cody turned around and peeked over the seat to check on his brother. “You okay?” Cody whispered.
Kyle nodded. He could tell Cody felt bad that they weren't sitting together. The first time they had come out to see their dad, Kyle was only six and it was over the Christmas break. The boys sat together, sharing the window seat and swapping off every few miles. About an hour into the flight, they hit a storm. The cabin shook so much, Kyle spent most of the flight with his face in a sick bag. The only reason he didn't coat himself in a soup of his own puke was because Cody was there and ready to help.
Another twinge of desperation struck Kyle's bladder. He crossed over the opposite leg and breathed out slowly through his nose. The seatbelt sign was still on. How much longer could it stay on for? Weren't they finished taking off yet? His bladder was steadily swelling and Kyle's knees knocked together as he trembled slightly.
Kyle leaned forward and grabbed his Gameboy out of the side pocket of his backpack and started catching Pokemon again, in another failing attempt to distract himself. He held the B button and ran through the tall grass, fighting another Ratata, crossing his left leg over his right. It had only been a few minutes, and when he looked up, he saw the seatbelt sign was still on. Kyle suppressed a groan and fidgeted again, crossing his legs the opposite way. “I can hold it,” he told himself, as if the statement would aid him in his desperate attempt to silence his bulging bladder.
Finally, with a ding, the seatbelt sign shut off. “Whew!” Kyle thought as he nearly sprang out of his seat. Standing up made the pressure in his crotch even more unbearable, so he took care to steady himself. “Uh, sorry, excuse me,” he whispered to the woman sitting in the aisle seat. She opened her eyes groggily.
“Oh, sorry,” she replied. Kyle potty danced on the spot as the woman took her time getting up and letting Kyle out, “My goodness, you look like you're about to burst...”
Kyle blushed, holding his crotch and snuck by hurriedly. The bathroom was still unoccupied! He could see the home stretch! He felt another spasm and leaked a few drops into his swim trunks, and adjusted himself again as he made his way down the aisle towards freedom.
An older man pushed in front of him and got to the bathroom door first. Kyle was forced to awkwardly wait. He could wait here for a few more seconds... probably. He twisted his right leg around his left, trying hard to not have to grab his penis in front of the flight attendants, but his begging bladder wouldn't let up. Kyle winced and held himself for a few seconds to prevent another leak. He wished the guy in the toilet would hurry up! Didn't he know other people had to pee? Kyle began to tap his foot impatiently. The rhythm helped him forget how badly he needed to go.
Suddenly, the plane hit some turbulence. Kyle hung onto the aisle seat closest to him and crossed his legs tightly. The man emerged from the bathroom, and just as Kyle was about to finally go in and relieve the burning pressure, a freckled flight attendant grasped his shoulder and said, “You need to return to your seat, hun. Just until the turbulence subsides.”
“B-but... I really-”
“We just need you to stay safe during the flight, hun.”
Kyle grabbed his crotch and slowly made his way back to his seat. The large woman let him back in and instantly fell asleep, while Kyle's legs danced uncomfortably and the pressure continued to build up in his privates. He didn't even want to turn on his Gameboy as he prayed desperately that the seatbelt sign would dim and he could finally go pee.
Cody turned around and saw his little brother having a very uncomfortable time. “You good, dude?”
It was all Kyle could do to shake his head, no. He winced and leaned forward as far as he could.
“If you're gonna puke, you can use the barf bag in the back of the seat,” Cody reassured his brother.
“I...I'm not sick...” Kyle whispered, fidgeting again.
“What's wrong then?” Cody asked.
“They wouldn't let me go to the bathroom and now... I just have to go so bad!” Kyle whispered.
“Again?” Cody rolled his eyes.
Kyle dug his hand into his crotch and held himself. He felt like he was about to cry the pressure was so bad. He couldn't pee his pants again! And he was already almost out of dry clothes. |
VALERIE 15 - WATER
"Do make sure you drink enough water, Callum dear." Angela pushed the litre bottle of mineral water across the table towards him.
"Mummy, you're fussing!" Amanda protested. "I swear that if there's one thing a guest could do to really upset you, it would be to not drink enough water!"
Peter, the girls' father, had returned to England to manage his business, Jack was rostered for a series of flying duties and Emily had gone to London to be with him. They would return in a couple of weeks but in the meantime there was only Angela, Valerie, Amanda, Callum and myself staying at the Tuscan villa.
We had dined as usual under the pergola in the villa's extensive grounds and although the light was fading from the sky the air was still very warm so we stayed outside, lingering over after-dinner drinks.
None of us had changed after spending the day by the pool - Callum and I wore t-shirts and swimming shorts, Angela her teal designer one-piece swimsuit, Amanda her dark red bikini and Valerie a t-shirt over her navy blue bikini briefs.
Angela raised her hands in mock surrender. "I admit I do have a bit of an obsession about staying hydrated but there's a very good reason for that."
"Is there a story here?" asked Valerie.
"Yes, and you're at the heart of it" Angela replied.
"Ooh! I love a good family story!" exclaimed Amanda, crossing her legs and leaning forward eager to hear more.
Angela poured herself an Amaretto and topped up everybody's water glass. "Peter and I had always loved Italy, ever since we drove down here in his old sports car for a holiday and stayed in in a lovely little agrituristo." "That was when we found this beautiful old place standing derelict. We couldn't resist taking a closer look so we climbed over the rusty gates and walked hand in hand up the long driveway. We spent a happy few hours exploring the overgrown grounds and managed to get glimpses of the interior through cracks in the shutters."
"It had obviously once belonged to someone important but now it was in a bad way. The shutters were falling apart, the window frames were rotting and there were ominous looking cracks in some of the walls. Even so, we both fell in love with it and felt so sad to see it falling into ruin. We half joked, half fantasised about buying it and doing it up but of course it was completely impractical as we had absolutely no money."
Amanda shifted uneasily in her seat and re-crossed her legs but continued to listen to Angela's story with rapt attention.
"And there was another problem. I had been wondering why I kept being sick in the mornings. 'Incinta, incinta!' the old farmer's wife said as I threw up in their loo for the umpteenth time.
"Pregnant? I hadn't planned on that! I burst into tears on the old lady's shoulder and she gave me a warm, reassuring hug, murmuring something soothing in Italian.
"I wasn't at all sure how Peter would take the news but I needn't have worried. He took me into his arms, held me as though I was made of china and kissed me gently on the forehead. 'Looks like we had better get married!' he said with a warm smile. The old lady gave a toothless chuckle and clapped her hands in approval."
Amanda had been listening spellbound. Suddenly she tensed, put a hand between her legs and held herself tight. Angela did not notice.
"On our first wedding anniversary, Peter presented me with a legal document in Italian. I had no idea what it was and asked if it was the divorce come through at last. Peter laughed and explained that it was the title deeds for the villa in Tuscany, made out in my name.
"He told me that he'd finalised a property deal, something to do with selling a small and rather rundown block of offices that was in the way of a major City development. Apparently the deal had made him an awful lot of money. Unknown to me he'd made enquiries and found out that this place was for sale - in fact it had been on the market for years but it was in such a poor state that nobody was willing to take it on. So he bought it as an anniversary present for me."
"How romantic!" murmured Amanda, still with one hand clasped firmly between her tightly crossed legs. "What did you say?"
Angela smiled at the memory. "I burst into tears and said that all I had for him was a bottle of aftershave!"
We laughed and Angela paused for a sip of Amaretto.
There was a splashing sound.
I looked at Amanda.
Amanda looked at Valerie.
Valerie was wetting herself, pee flooding off the edges her seat and on to the paving beneath her. She looked embarrassed.
"Valerie, darling, not at the dinner table!" protested Angela, mildly.
"I'm sorry Mummy, I didn't mean to." Valerie replied contritely. "I thought I could wait until the end of the story but apparently I couldn't." Recovering some of her mischievous spirit she turned to me. "We'll wash it down in the morning, won't you, Tom darling?"
"Oh well, in that case...." said Amanda. She removed her hand. A puddle appeared beneath her dark red bikini briefs, expanded across her seat and splashed noisily on to the flagstones.
"Girls, behave yourselves!" exclaimed Angela, laughing whilst trying to look cross. "I was going to have to break off to go to the loo anyway."
"Oh don't interrupt the story!" pleaded Amanda. "I want to know what happens next. Just wee in your swimsuit!"
Angela said something about not knowing what Tom and Callum must think of us, carrying on like this.
"I don't think Tom minds all that much" murmured Valerie.
Amanda giggled. "Nor does Callum" she said.
Angela sat still. A moment later, pee started to trickle off her seat and patter on to the stone beneath her. When she had finished, Angela resumed her story.
"Peter insists to this day that he knew what he was taking on but I don't think that even he had appreciated quite how much work was going to be needed just to stop the whole place falling in, let alone turning it into a family home.
"He appointed a local man to manage the restoration project but even so we had to come down here quite often to review progress and discuss the work to be done - they were finding new problems all the time."
Angela turned to Valerie. "It was on one of those trips, when you was a toddler and I was heavily pregnant with Emily, that I got the fright of my life.
"It was a very hot day and we were sitting in the shade, talking with Peter's project manager . You'd been running around amusing yourself by picking up stones and making a pile but then you came up to me and just flopped in my arms. Then you were sick. You were as hot as a furnace but you weren't sweating at all. That's when I realised that you hadn't done a wee for ages. You'd only just been toilet trained and I'd assumed you must have wet yourself whilst you were playing but when I felt your knickers they were bone dry. By then you'd gone limp and you seemed to be only half conscious.
"I was a very young and inexperienced mother and I had no idea what was wrong. I screamed out for help. One of the Italian workmen came across, took one look at you and fetched a bottle of water. He poured water over your head, all over your sundress and down your legs and feet.
"The water started to evaporate, cooling you down and, after what seemed like an age but was probably actually only minutes, you began to sit up and take notice of your surroundings again. I held you in my arms and gave you sips of water and within an hour or so you were back on your feet.
"It was only afterwards that I found out about heat exhaustion and heatstroke and how it can be fatal, especially for small children. I also learnt how important it is to drink lots of water in hot weather. I will be eternally grateful to that workman for recognising the symptoms and acting so quickly but I have never forgiven myself for letting my child get into such a dangerous state." Angela wiped away a tear. "Anyway, now you know why I am extra-careful!."
Callum stood up, stepped outside the pergola, parted his legs wide and peed in his shorts. "Its OK, Angela" he called out. "I'm drinking enough water."
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A harvest moon rose above the trees in the east. Angela had retired to bed and Amanda had taken Callum by the hand to wander off hand in hand for a moonlit walk through the grounds of the villa, Amanda murmuring something about needing another wee.
Valerie sat on my lap as we sipped grappa. Her bikini briefs were still soaking wet from her earlier accident and I could feel the dampness seeping down into my shorts. I slipped a hand under her t-shirt and fondled her bare breast.
The pressure on my abdomen reminded me that I had not had a pee for some time.
"Oh well" I thought. "Everybody else has....." I let go, feeling my warm pee spread through my shorts and pool beneath me before it started to cascade down on to the stone paving.
Valerie jumped up, looking at me in astonishment. "Hey, that's my trick!" she exclaimed.
I stood up, causing the pee that had been trapped in my shorts to trickle down my legs in a most peculiar fashion. Standing behind her, I slid a hand between her legs, fondling her through her wet knickers. "Sorry to steal your trick" I whispered.
"Oh, I still have some tricks left" Valerie murmured as warm pee flooded over my hand. She turned to face me and gave me a long, sensuous kiss. "Come to bed and I'll show you a few more." |
Note: There is one instance of messing in this story, but I'm enclosing it in "explicit" tags so those of you who don't want to see it can easily skip it and those that want to see it can.
Today Jenny, Megan and Katey were having a lunch picnic in a local park with Megan's mom Candice.
Megan walked into Katy's room. "Are you getting ready? We need to leave in about an hour."
"Yeah mom, I'll be ready." Katy responded.
Megan walked back into the living room. Jenny was standing in front of the couch holding an Xbox controller. On the TV screen Laura Croft was sneaking around a shanty town looking for goodies and bad guys. Beneath Jenny was a decent sized wet spot on the carpet.
[explicit] A bulge was slowly growing in the back of her wet pajama shorts. Jenny stopped playing for a moment without pausing the game so she could focus a little more on pooping her shorts. Megan watched enthusiastically as Jenny pushed it out. Jenny adjusted her shorts with one hand to make more room and continued pooping. After a moment, she was finished and resumed her game. [/explicit]
Megan walked up behind Jenny, wrapped her arms around her and kissed her on the neck. Jenny smiled and said "Hey sexy!" Their moment was interrupted by Lara Croft suddenly getting shot at on the TV screen. Megan stood there holding Jenny and watching the combat for a few minutes, then she walked into the kitchen to pack the picnic stuff. After about 20 minutes, Jenny shut off the Xbox and retreated to the master bedroom to clean herself up and get dressed.
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Megan pulled into a parking spot in front of the park. It was a small park and the only other car there belonged to Megan's mom, who had beaten them there by only a couple minutes. They got out and greet Candice, then the four of them walked to a shady spot under a tree to set up. They spread a blanket and sat down with their food. They talked about the usual stuff, school, work, other family, and more. They'd finished eating and Katy was about to head to the playground:
"I have to pee." Katy mentioned in passing as she was standing up.
"Me too." Megan said almost automatically.
"Uh oh, do we need to leave already?" Candice asked. The park was small and did not have a restroom.
Katy and Megan both shook their heads "no" as Katy turned to head for the playground. Katy returned every 15 minutes or so to drink from her water bottle. After the fourth time, Candice asked: "Do we need to go so you two can go to the restroom? You've been drinking a lot, you probably need to go pretty badly now."
"No, I can hold it." Katy said tongue-in-cheek with a sideways glance at her mom. Then Megan shocked her mother.
"No, I just peed my shorts a while ago." Megan spoke in a completely casual tone as if it were totally normal. Candice's mouth hung open for a few seconds, then she said "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize to needed to go that bad. You didn't have to sit there and have an accident, we could've continued our visit another time."
Megan put her hand up and waved it off, saying "oh, it wasn't an accident." Megan then went back to the conversation they were having before as if nothing had happened. Candice ignored the conversation and commented "oh...well...I'm sure Katy needs to pee pretty bad and we wouldn't want her to...uh...have an...accident."
Katy had gone back to the playground and showed no sign of being desperate to pee. In truth, Katy had squatted behind the slide and peed her shorts around 45 minutes earlier. The shorts she was wearing didn't show wetness much (unlike the denim short shorts Megan was wearing) so nobody had noticed, though Megan assumed. Candice looked at Jenny and appeared as though she wanted to ask, but then decided against it and just looked down at the bottle of ice tea in her hand. Jenny, still shy about her fetish, simply stayed silent about the fact that she was the only one in the group who in fact was nearly desperate to pee. She was too scared to wet herself in front of Candice, so she held it. The subject did not come up again and they returned to their normal conversations.
Another 20 minutes passed and Candice finally said "Well, now I have to pee and I, um, would like to use a toilet." Her voice trailed off at the end of the sentence. Jenny, who had been struggling to hold her pee without squirming or fidgeting, felt a wave of relief that threatened to release the flood gates. She caught herself holding her breath for a few seconds as she focused on holding her pee in.
"Katy, time to go!" Megan called out toward the playground.
"Ok mom!" Katy shouted from the top of the playground. She slid down the slide and jogged back over to the adults.
They packed up their stuff, said their goodbyes and got into their respective vehicles. The moment the doors were shut on Megans car, Jenny released. Her crotch hissed loudly as she peed forcefully, soaking her blue bikini style panties, light denim short shorts and the leather seat. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief and leaned her head back against the head rest. Megan watched the puddle between Jenny's legs rapidly spill over the edge of the seat onto the floor. Jenny's shorts were entirely soaked, every square inch, and even the bottom of her shirt was getting wet. The relief, combined with the force of her pee splattering inside her panties, was a major turn on and she felt arousal building without even touching herself. Her breathing became heavier, she closed her eyes and bit her lip. She deliberately held it off, she didn't want to climax with Katy in the car. She finished peeing and her arousal stopped building.
"Fuck..." Megan said slowly, highly aroused herself. Jenny opened her eyes and rolled her head on the head rest to look at Megan, then smiled. Megan smiled back, then pressed the button the dash board to start the car.
Once they were home, Jenny meandered her way to the bedroom and shut the door. She laid down on the bed and unfastened her shorts, then she slid both of her hands into her panties and started masturbating. She climaxed quickly and continued masturbating for another several minutes, then climaxed again. She put her arms to her sides and laid on the bed breathing heavily for a few minutes.
Jenny stood up and fastened her shorts back up. They were still fully soaked, along with the bottom of her shirt, especially in the back. She walked out of the bedroom and grabbed a towel from the linen closet to go clean up the mess she had made in the passenger seat of Megan's car. Megan was in the kitchen pouring detergent in the dishwasher. She gave Jenny the look of "I know what you just did" with a wink. Jenny blushed, smiled, and returned the wink as Megan closed the dishwasher and started it. The three of them wore their wet clothes the rest of the day.
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Tal’Zorah sighed, lying in her bed aboard the Normandy. It had been another boring day for the crew, more boring space in a boring sector of a boring galaxy.
It was lazy days like this where Tali remembered how much she actually enjoyed being shot at. But for now, she was resigned to her fate aboard the Normandy. She tossed and turned in her bed, an uncomfortable feeling washing over her. Pulled from her thoughts, she realized her need to pee. Grumpily hoisting herself out of her bed, Tali made her way towards the elevator.
“Ms. Zora.”
Tali turned in surprise, watching as the EDI hologram came into view on her right.
“You are wanted in the conference room.” EDI droned. “Can it wait? I wan-”
“It has been classified as Urgent Ms. Zorah.” without another word, the hologram disappeared, leaving Tali alone in her room.
The Quarian sighed, cursing in her language before storming out of her room towards the conference room of the SR2, pushing her bladder towards the back of her mind.
“-llectors will likely be hiding around there, ready to ambush us.” said the familiar voice of Commander Shepard. Tali caught the tail end of a statement as she entered the room, waiting inside the room were 4 familiar faces. Shepard, Miranda, Garrus, and Mordin. They seemed to be discussing ‘tactics’ for combatting the Collectors and their hordes of paralyzing hornets. “Yes, but are we sure they wouldn’t come about from that area? That nebula would make a good spot for an ambushing ship.” chimed Miranda, with her trademark ‘Know-It-All’ attitude.
“I doubt it,” said Garrus “the Collectors have never really been challenged, they’ll be in plain sight, assuming we can’t hit ‘em hard enough.”
“She makes a good point. Collectors bold, but not stupid. Minimize casualties. Increase chances of total destruction, to enemy.” Mordin interjected.
“We’ll exercise caution about it, but we won’t go out of our way to…” began Shepard, but Tali had stopped listening. She decided she cared little for the tactical discussion, zoning out and allowing her mind to wander.
Why did they call me here if they were just going to ignore me? I am not a tactician, I just want to go pee….ugh, they’re still talking. Now I regret ignoring the waste disposal suit implant...oh...did they ask me something?
“Tali?” Shepard repeated. “What do you think?”
Tali blinked, unable to recall the topic of discussion. “Uh...sounds good, Shepard.”
Shepard nodded, and they began droning on about useless nothing once more.
“Shepard,” Tali interrupted. “May I be excused? It is clear you all have things….covered without me.” She gave a weak smile behind her mask, even if it was impossible for them to see, her bladder had not stopped seeking her attention, and she realized she couldn’t recall the last time she had gone number one.
“Oh no, Tali. We need you here, we’re about to discuss the required maintenance schedules for the engines, and some other items you’d be interested in.” Explained Shepard. “Greeeat. I’ll just...take a seat, then.” Tali sighed defeatedly, taking a seat at the conference table and crossing her legs tight, preparing for a long wait. She checked the time on her Omnitool. 1300.
Tali checked the time on her Omnitool, hot and bothered. 1545. “Ohhhhhhh oh. Oh look at the time! I must go...calibrate the engines and...and...a-and fix some coolant tubes.” Tali jumped to her feet, bobbing up and down and bending her knees slightly inwards to accomodate her throbbing bladder. The others looked at her and said their goodbyes. Tali hurried her way out of the conference room, giving a soft groan under her breathe.
95% of humanoid, mammalian species had a built-in timer for waste disposal. Humans, Quarians, Batarians, Asari, and Salarians all averaged the same.
Every hour after the bladder fills at half capacity, the body sends a jolt to the brain, informing it that it must be released. The need sticks for 15 minutes or so every time this happens, until the 5th hour above 50%. Then, the need does NOT go away, and it clocks in at about 80 to 85% full. Tali’Zorah has reached her 7th hour above 50% full.
“Ohhh nonono…” whimpered the Quarian. She had arrived at the bathrooms, hands on the uppermost point of her thighs, rubbing them, and her legs pushed together tightly. She bit her lower lip and a shudder overtook her. She read a sign taped to the bathroom airlock aloud. “Due to the main sewage pipe being backed up from an incident involving a crewmember, and the mess sergeant’s cooking, all bathrooms are out of order, and locked until further notice. If you are in need, please use the...auxiliary bathrooms? Located in the...engine room, to the left and up the...flight of s-stairs…” Tali shook with fear and frustration as she read the last word aloud, she could barely walk, let alone climb steps in her state. She gave a loud, heavy sigh, her lower lip quivering.
Suddenly, a rush of desperate need blitzed toward Tali’s bladder, with force unseen by human eyes.
Tali gave a loud gasp, cramming both her hands into her crotch, gripping her fingers around the part of her suit covering her vulva as tight as she could manage. With a croaking whimper, Tali dropped to her knees, tightening her body as much as she could manage. ‘drip.’ she felt a small, tiny stream led by a single drop of urine flow out of her urethra, and into the soft, inner material of her suit. Tali whole-heartedly regretted having never worn underwear. Tali began to shake, feeling the wave of desperation slowly churn its way back, leaving nothing but the ordinary dull desperation that endlessly thumped against her bladder muscles.
She gave a short sigh, standing back on her feet and beginning a half-hearted waddle towards the elevator, keeping her fingers tightly wrapped around her vagina as she hobbled along.
Tali pressed the button in the elevator as hard as she could, angry at the universe for what it’s done to her. She slowly removed her hands from her groin, keeping them pressed against her thighs in order to try and ease the desperation.
The elevator lurched downwards, and Tali shot her hands back into her crotch, bending at the waist, sending her plump rear skyward as she felt the mass of liquid slosh around and slap against her bladder walls. She felt another soft, almost steady trickle seep into the material of her suit, as a small leak pushed its way out of her, cutting itself off shortly after. As the elevator came to a halt, Tali slowly stood upright, and removed her hands, making a half-hearted shuffle into the abandoned engineering department. She turned left, then eyed the stairs.
Tali felt a horrible gut feeling, not her bladder, but her instincts. She whispered to herself. “I-I may not make it up these s-stairs…” she gave a heavy gulp and shuffled her way towards the base of the stairs.
Tali with both hands crammed in her groin bent over slightly, then stood upright. In an act of tremendous courage, Tali’Zorah vas Normandy took a step up and forwards, as her foot raised and lowered, landing on the step, a small spurt escaped the Quarian, and she gave a whimper of discomfort as her suit material was dampened a third time, at this point she could now feel as the urine cooled in its stain on her suit. Slowly, the Quarian took another step, and felt another spurt, this time it was hard, and she heard it patter against the material, just above the hum of equipment surrounding her, she now felt a warm spot just directly under her vagina, as enough heat had been gathered to keep the small spot warm. Tali reckoned it was about the size of a golf ball now. Tali took a deep breathe, bending over and cursing low, she looked up. “That is….25 steps…” she said, in disbelief, counting the stairs in total.
Tali took a deep breathe, summoning up all the courage in her desperate body. She bent over and gave a shudder, before beginning to ascend the steps at a more rapid pace, nearing a normal walk. Every step she felt another spurt, or another leak, and the pause inbetween. Her vagina was now wet, and not from arousal. Thankful for the water-proof outside material, Tali managed to reach the top of the steps, hands buried in her crotch, she pushed a finger against her vagina, prodding to asses the damage. It was now at the very least, the size of a softball in her suit’s wet spot, as she prodded, she could feel her urethra quivering in anticipation of releasing the fluids she had built inside of her. Steeling herself once more, Tali shifted left, towards an airlock with a piece of paper taped over the door, with the words ‘Auxiliary Bathroom’ on them. Tali smiled in celebration, stumbling her way towards it. 20 paces. 15 paces. 10 paces. 5 paces. Tali reached the door, jamming her finger into the airlock button, then into her groin again, shutting her eyes and quickly entering the room in front of her, she hit the button again as she entered, then opened her eyes, trying to locate the nearest stall.
There were no stalls. The room was empty, save for a wall, a solid metal flooring, a security camera, and a console currently unattended, but with a piece of paper taped to it. From here, Tali could make out what was written on the paper. ‘You got pranked.’ Tali gave a horrified shudder, and a gasp. She felt tears well in her eyes as she dropped to her knees and gave a loud whimper.
Then, the flood came. It started slowly, at first, similar to the spurts Tali had felt before, but this one didn’t stop, even with her fingers clamped like a vise against her vagina, nothing short of a miracle could stop this. A soft, sharp hiss resounded through the room, and the pattering of urine against a soft material. Tali stood up, attempting to get her body to move, but she found she could not control the jelly her legs had become.
Warmth spread all throughout her lower body, the warmest point being the front of her pelvis, at the source. Hot urine flowed over and around her legs, teasing the globes of her rear as they passed under it, spreading to the back of her thighs. Tali felt the urine pooling in her boots, slowly rising towards her ankles. Then, she heard it, the sound of urine hitting metal. She had peed so much into the inner material of her suit, it saturated it, and seeped through into the outer material, and then saturated that, finding a home outside her suit, on the cold metal floor.
The warmth didn’t let up, but as it continued, Tali had come to the realization she was giving a shudder with each breathe. And had been giving one long groan of ecstasy and relief, it was practically orgasmic, the release of 7 and a half hours of urine, with still no signs of stopping. She began to salivate as the pleasure grew from her relief, this died, but not her stream.
1 minute or 2, Tali couldn’t tell, but she was still peeing, the hand portions of her suit had become soaked through conpletely, and she had long ago dropped them to her sides as they dripped urine.
Tali continued to pee, but it had begun to slow. The warmth had died down a little, beginning to grow cold. Tali gave a whimper, her bladder muscles sore and overworked. Even as her stream died, urine flowed through and out of her suit. Most prominently from her direct middle out, but some places at her knees and ankles still leaked urine onto the floor the puddle had grown massive, pooling around her feet, and it had even approached the airlock, threatening to dribble into the machinery if the doors opened.
Tali’s stream finally died, down to a few drops. Tali gave a long, loud groan, pushing her legs out and rubbing her tender vulva, which had grown incredibly sore over the day’s events. Now was the matter of cleaning up, and changing suits.
Tali exited the room, thankful nobody had been there to witness her humiliation. And even with the darkened pants of her suit,few might notice. As she entered the elevator, it occured to her.
The Security Camera. |
Helloooooooooooo friends, This is a story that I have been working on for a while now that I have decided to start today. This is only part one but it takes me a little bit to write each part so I'm sorry If each part takes a while to post. Without further wait here you are, I hope you enjoy it ^_^
It’s hot and my head hurts I think to myself, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand. Wait sand, waves? Am I on a beach? Straining to open my eyes I look around at all the sand around me, Struggling I lift myself up and weakly crawl up the sand dune to get a better look at the area around me.
Having my eyes now adjusted to the bright summer light I sit up and look across the beach, I listen to the seagulls flying above me and take a moment to adjust to my situation.
Let’s see, I ponder to myself, last I remember I was on a boat but my memory is really fuzzy right now. I can’t seem to remember anything about it, or how I got here.
Sighing I down at myself seeing my clothing in tatters, the once elegant looking dress I was wearing was ripped and mangled from the ocean waters with course sand still on it.
“Huh what's that?” Dusting off some of the sand I stand up and walk over to a box that washed up on the beach with me.
Oh it’s nailed shut… Ah here we go a well placed sharp rock to pry open this conveniently placed crate. Shoving the rock into a slit on the top of the box I use all my strength and snap the lid of the crate.
Peering inside the crate It looks like most of the things inside are wet and useless, but I see a sealed case inside as well as a slightly damp set of clothing that isn’t as worn down as my dress is. I pull everything I can use out of the box and end up with decent amount of survival supplies that I can use. Lets see here I’ve got a full canteen, (pure luck I’m sure) three healing potions, that sealed case I found and a set of clothes.
Deciding that it was best do change out of my ripped and messed up clothes first, quickly taking a look around me to make sure that no one is looking I start to take me dress off. Even though I know there is no one around I still blush as I pull off my dress, Slipping the blue skirt I found over my plain white panties. Not wanting to have my matching white bra exposed for long I take the white blouse and slip that on as well.
Hmm it’s still a little damp, and my blouse Is somewhat see through right now I think to myself as I feel my blouse and skirt up and check myself out. “Well this feels a little better” I say out loud now dressed in my cute new outfit, taking a sip of the canteen I drop down and look at the sealed case in front of me.
The case it self is pretty heavy and cold to the touch, unsealing the locks I slowly open the case peeking inside I see what looks to be a silver pointy sword, “whats is this? a saber?” I think out loud.
Picking it up I notice that it feels nicely balanced and the weight feels evenly distributed, huh it is pretty though. Deciding that It's worth to hold on to the saber I reach into the case again and pull out a black book, opening the mysterious book I skim over the pages. “They're all blank” I matter of factly say out loud.
“Whatever I guess I’ll just take it all” Gathering up all my supplies I pack them into a makeshift sack and start to walk away from the beach and towards the thicket behind me.
“Hmm this thicket looks kinda thick” Taking another sip of water from my canteen I peer through the leaves and trees and start to second think going into this forest area.
Deciding that I’m not gonna to get far sitting on this beach I start to push into the trees and bushes making my way slowly forward.
It’s so hot, I think to myself taking another sip from my now half empty canteen, panting I continue forward into the endless green in front of me.
Moving into a slight clearing I decide to take a break in the cover of shade from all the trees around me.
“My canteen is almost empty, I’ve gotta be careful or things will go from bad to worse real quick.” In response I feel my bladder pang, putting forth its opinion with all of my other problems. “Great just what I needed” I sigh, having no idea of the last time I used the bathroom.
“Rustle, Rustle”
Looking around myself I tense up, “...What was that?” I think to myself.
“Rustle, Rustle, Rustle”
Staring at a bush in front of me I backup a little feeling myself starting to shake in fear.
“Aaaaaahhhhh” Jumping I scream out as a small creature runs out of the bush in front of me and runs away, “Stupid damn animal...” I try to calm myself down as I sit back down and close my eyes shaking my head in disappointment.
“A little far from home aren’t you little girl” A mysterious voice comes from behind me.
Quickly spinning around I look toward the voice and see a bulky man with a shaggy beard and torn clothes standing behind me. Eyeing him suspiciously I stand up and slowly back myself away from him.
“Whoa now I wouldn’t try and run away if I was you” the creepy man smiles to me. Pulling out a knife he slowly moves towards me. Seeing my eyes go wide he grins “Don’t worry as long as you do what I ask you’ll be just fine.”
Fear rising inside of me I stumble backwards and fall over landing on my bum, spilling my bag in the process. Looking over at my spilled stuff I see the saber sticking out of the bag, quickly grabbing it I point it at the creepy man. My hands shaking from fear of what might happen.
“Oh what a cute little needle you’ve got there” the man laughs “What are you gonna do poke me to death?”
Forcing myself to stand I Shake off his insults and try to relax my breathing. Calm down it’ll be okay I try to convince myself, feeling my body naturally move into a defensive stance with the saber.
The man lunges forward swinging the knife towards me, I feel my body tense up in fear and a squirt escapes my body. The feeling wakes me up and at the last second I dodge to the left and stumble out of the way. Reposiniting myself I realize that If i’m not careful I could get seriously hurt or even worse I could die.
Taking a deep breath I watch his movement and wait for him to rush me again, “Hmph you got lucky the first time but now you’re mine” he exclaims
Watching him I wait standing still while he charges clumsily towards me, taking the opportunity I duck to the right of his slash and counter with a quick stab to his leg.
“Ughgh” The man groans grabbing the stab wound in his leg “that hurt you bitch!”
Showing no hesitation I lunge forward and stab his arm twice in quick succession while he is distracted with his injury. Jumping back I stand tall in my defensive stance and smile, happy with my ability so far.
“Listen here you” the man panting said to me, “you’ve won this time but next time we meet I’ll get you back for what you’ve done here.” The man quickly sprints through the tree’s running away dripping blood as he leaves.
Sighing I drop my guard and quickly move one hand to my crotch quietly holding myself while crossing my legs, slowly putting my saber back into my bag.
Waah I really need to pee now I think to myself, All that water and that entire fight made me really need to go. Well I might as well follow that guy, he might of ran away toward a town or something “Grumble Grumble” and I’m pretty hungry to be honest.
Moving forward in the direction that the creepy man went I push on, it feels like hours go by and the pressure in my bladder increases dramatically.
Pushing into a clearing I see a forestry town with a bunch of small buildings and what looks to be a small Inn in the distance. Stopping for a moment I cross my legs and bounce up and down while holding myself to help relieve the pressure.
“God I gotta go so bad” I say outloud to myself. If I’m quick I should be able to make it.
Running down the hill towards the inn I feel myself starting to lose control over my bladder. At first It was just enough pressure to make me slow down and hold myself for a second, but it got worse and as I was walking into the town center I felt a light leak come out into my panties, forcing my face to flush bright red.
Looking around there wasn’t to many people in the town, most being inside due to how late it had gotten. Not to mention it wasn’t to big of a town, only about five or six buildings besides the Inn in the center.
Using both hands to hold myself I slowly walk up to the door of the Inn, thanking god that nobody was outside to see me like this.
Taking my hands out of my crotch I slowly walk into the Inn, I feel the eyes of everyone inside looking at me as I walk inside. Realizing that I probably looked worse for ware I look away and walk towards the bar keep to ask where the bathroom is.
“What could I do for you miss” He asks me nonchalantly not even bothering to look up from his glass that he is polishing.
Blushing I shift my legs back and forth and reply “Um where is the bathroom”
Looking up the barkeep eyes me up, cocking his head he motions to a corner of the Inn.
Quietly I say back “Cheers” Quickly I rush to the corner of the Inn all the while blushing and trying not to lose it being this close to relief.
Slamming open the girls bathroom door I rush inside just as another longer leak comes out and drips onto my leg, letting out an audible “Eek” I run up to the single stall and pull it open.
“Sorry I’ll be out in just a minute” I hear come from the door.
My eyes go wide and my jaw drops, Oh god no I’m so close and I’ve gotta pee so bad I think to myself, looking around in desperation for anything to help me in this situation.
Pacing back and forth I hear the toilet flush in the stall in front of me, my bladder screams out in pain and I’m forced to use both hands to hold myself and double cross my legs. Slamming on the stall door I beg the girl to let me in.
“Just a minute I gotta wash my hands” She replies back
Hearing the water turn on drives me over the edge and I shove one hand in my crotch while keeping the other on the stall door, I feel a stream start spurting out of me and I feel my panties get soaked in response.
Letting out a groan I mumble under my breath “I can’t stop it” feeling my pee splash onto my crossed legs.
I manage to cut off the stream for a few seconds just as the lock on the bathroom door opens up. Being unbalanced from putting most of my weight on the door, I fall forward a little bit towards the girl. Not wanting to fall into her I try to catch myself on the side of the door with my hands.
I soon find out that that was a mistake. While I did manage to stop myself from falling, I was forced to take my hand out of my crotch, allowing the full pressure from my bladder to release.
Letting out a audible yelp I attempt to stop the flow, but I’m much too late. I stand perfectly still both hands holding myself through my skirt feeling the warmth of the pee wash over my legs and flow into the boots I was wearing. Closing my eyes I can’t help but let out a moan and smile from the pleasure off letting it all out. I count the seconds as I stand there letting my pee flow all over myself till the stream cuts off and the last of my pee dribbles out.
“Well you certainly looked like you enjoyed yourself”
Opening my eyes wide I remember the girl in front of me, Blushing I stammer “I-I’m so sorry you had to see that, This is so embarrassing.” I start to tear up from shame and drop my head.
“Aw it’s okay, It is kinda my fault I took my time in the bathroom while you were out here dying of desperation.” She smiles and pats my head. “Here I’ll tell you what, I own a clothing shop not to far from here.” “How about I go ahead and get you a fresh set of clothes for you.”
Looking up at her I sniffle, “Okay that seems fine” Getting up I inspect the damage of my clothes. The skirt has a very distinctive wet spot from where I was holding myself and my legs still have pee dripping off of them and into my boots and very wet socks.
“Alrighty then follow me” the girl motions to me walking out the door.
Taking a couple steps I hear the squishing sound my boots make as i walk out the door of the bathroom and into the open area of the Inn. Everyone again turns and looks at me as I closely follow behind the girl from the bathroom.
Blushing hard I hear people drinking whisper about my wet skirt, Hanging my head I try to ignore crude remarks coming from everyone around me.
Opon walking outside into the darkness the girl turns and looks at me. “By the way my name's Velvet”
I give her a slight smile and respond “my name is…” What is my name, I think to myself. “You know I don’t actually know what my name is” I respond honestly “I just kinda washed up on the beach earlier today and I can't seem to remember anything.”
“Oh you poor thing, well I hope we can fix that problem of yours soon.” Velvet smiles and leads me up to her house.
“By all means you first” pushing me into her home I walk inside. Looking around I see the inside looks like a clothing shop, with racks of shirts, shorts, shoes, ect.
Showing me to the back of the shop Velvet tells me “stay here for a second I’ll get you some new clothes to relax in.
I stand awkwardly in this new place waiting for her to get back, I look at her little home inside her shop and see a cramped kitchen dining room area and small area with a couch and end table next to it. “It’s pretty cozy” I say to myself
“Here you all love”
Looking over i see Velvet carrying a ruby red velvet dress to sleep in. “Wow that looks so comfy” I say wide eyed.
“Of course it is darling It’s a family tradition to have the best quality clothing no matter the cost.” Beaming with pride she hands me the dress and starts to walk away.
“Um Velvet quick question.”
“What is it?” she asks looking over at me.
“Well you see I’ve got the dress but… My other clothes are all wet soooo.”
“Oh don’t worry about that honey, I’ll wash all of your wet clothes for you just leave them in a pile and I’ll take care of it.” Velvet replies to me as she walks into her room.
“Bu-but my panties…” I try to get out but she ignores me. *Sigh* I guess I’ll just take them off for now and ask her when she comes back out.
Moving to the side of the couch I take off my wet socks and boots and lay them on the wooden floor. I then start to strip off my top and wet bottoms, standing in just my wet panties and bra I debate on whether I want to wear my bra to sleep. Just before I take it off i hear the door behind me opening up.
Veeeeelvet! I scream out, covering my chest and crotch.
“Ohmygod” Velvet giggles. “I thought you would be using the bathroom she laughs turning back into her room and shutting the door.
Blushing I quickly strip off my bra and wet panties and stack them on my other clothes. I feel my body getting hot from being completely naked in some strangers house, but I shake off the strange feeling and rush to put the red dress on.
The dress itself feels wonderful to the touch and I do a little spin in happiness. Walking over to Velvet’s room i knock on the door and let her know that i’m all done changing.
Peeking her head out she looks at me still giggling. I roll my eyes at her and huff, walking back over to the couch I sit down.
“Is this everything?” shes asks picking up my wet clothes.
“Yes and is there any chance that I could get a fresh pair of panties” I ask blushing slightly.
“Hehe I already gave you a pretty expensive dress, and now you’re asking me for panties too?” “I don’t mind getting you a pair but I doubt you have any money now do you?”
Sighing I reply “no I don’t”
“That’s what I thought” Velvet smiles, “by the way if you need to use the bathroom anytime tonight the bathroom’s over in that corner there.”
Looking over to where she pointed at I nod my head and ask “Are you going to sleep now?”
“Yes huh I’ve gotta wake up early so you just lay here and i’ll take care of everything while you get some rest.” Moving to her room she opens the door and smiles to me, “Have a goodnight, oh by the way if you’re hungry there is some food in the kitchen you can have.”
In response my stomach growls and I get up to see what food she has in stock. Looking through the pantry I grab some cookies and sit on the couch munching on them happily. Setting up my makeshift bed I think about the entire day that I just had, What an adventure I think to myself.
I move over to my bag and take out my saber that I found, giving it a thorough check I notice that the saber has bright red ruby’s lined in the hilt of it. This saber might actually be pretty expensive I think to myself, I really like it though it feels really natural to use.
Picking up the blank book I brought with me I open it up. “Oh what's this?” I say out loud noticing the blank pages now had words on some of them, but the words were too faded to read. “Well that's weird I mutter to myself I could've sworn there were no words in this book when I found it.
Shaking my head I put the saber and book back into my bag and lay down. Feeling the velvet dress on my skin I smile from how comfortable I am and close my eyes. I feel a little weird not wearing any panties to sleep, but the dress feels nice so I let myself doze off into a deep slumber. |
Okay so this took much longer than It should of soooo I spent all night finishing it to try and make up with how late I am. I do want to mention that I added a decent amount of filler before any omo so if you want to skip that and get right to the action I put a bold sentence toward the middle of the passage that you can skip down too. Well anyways I hope you still enjoy even though I'm pretty tired while I wrote most of this ^_^
*Cough* *cough* What’s with all this black smoke. It’s so dark, and It's getting hard to breath. Where’s the door I need to get out of here, I struggle to get out but my vision starts to fade. Coughing I fall down unconscious.
“Waaah!” screaming I wake up sweating. Oh it was just a dream or more like a nightmare I guess… trailing off I look around and notice that Velvet isn’t home, It seems I’m the only one home right now.
Standing up I wobble a little bit and use the couch to steady myself, my body is still a little worse for wear still. Sighing I slowly walk toward the bathroom, opening the door I walk inside and turn on the light. Seeing my reflection for the first time, “Yikes I do look like a mess” I say out loud. Checking myself out I see my slightly mangled long black hair on top of my cute younger looking face. At least I’m not an old lady I smile to myself. Taking off my dress and hanging it on the side of the counter. Frowning I see my slightly smaller than average chest and pout a little bit, “why can’t mine be like Velvet’s. Turning around I look at my tone, slim body that makes my bottom look bigger than it really is, not that I’m complaining. (I’ve gotta have some sex appeal right?)
Turning on the shower I wait for the water to get hot and use this time to relieve myself on the toilet before hopping in.
Lathering myself up with soap and shampoo I enjoy myself and the feeling of the warmth that comes out of the shower. Taking my time I spend a while in the shower only stopping when my skin started to prune up.
Hopping out of the shower I look around for a towel to dry my soaking wet body off. It takes me a minute but I find the towel in a small closet and start to dry myself off. Once my body was dry I wrap the towel around my head, and slip the velvet red dress back on.
Walking back towards the kitchen area my tummy grumbles, “Might as well make some food” I say to myself
Finding myself some noodlies I boil up some water and make some food to eat, sitting down at the table I take my meal and relax for a little bit enjoying my somewhat normal afternoon for the time being. While I’m eating Velvet gets back from wherever she was and greets me “hey how are you feeling?”
Smiling I respond back positively “I feel pretty good, my head hurts a little but that's all.”
“Well that’s good to hear” “by the way I have your clothes all washed up and ready to go if you want to change.”
“Oh that's great” I respond taking my outfit from Velvet.
“I could use your assistance today if you don’t mind” Velvet mentions to me as she walks past me and into her room.
“What do you need?” I ask sitting up and looking over the couch.
“Well there have been reports of bandits in the forest, and I could use some help while I collect silk.”
“Ah! bandits I ran into one of them the other day when I was lost in the forest.”
“Did you now?” “Interesting, well good thing you made it out okay.” “It makes me feel better knowing you can handle yourself” she laughs.
Jumping off the couch I grab my clothes and run into the bathroom to change back into my blue skirt and white blouse, making sure to slip on my white panties and matching bra. Happy to have on panties again I walk out of the bathroom and grab my bag.
“Ready when youuuuu are Velvet” I sing out into her room.
Velvet walks out of her room dressed in a pair of long woad green pants, and a two tone woad green and brown rippled longsleeve blouse. Finished off with a pair of matching brown gloves and knee high boots. On her back there was a longbow and a quiver of arrows to go with it.
Whistling I compliment her “Wow you look really good in that”
“Hmph please this is my hunting gear, You should always let your clothing define what you’re doing.”
“So what are we hunting…?” I ask confused.
“Silly girl lets walk and talk, I shall explain everything on the way.”
As we walk through the small town, she tells me how the forest contains rare silk worms that allow her to make some of the most pristine velvet in the country. Not to mention she adds that sometimes she comes across great elk whos antlers can be shaved down and harvested in order to make greater quantities of velvet at one time.
Laughing I respond back with “Huh the more you know right?”
“Let's stop here for a moment Velvet mentions to me”, pulling out a canteen and filling it up at the well we stopped next too.
Taking my canteen out of my bag I refill mine as well, taking a sip before making sure that It was full.
Following Velvet into the forest we struggle past overgrown bushes and low hanging vines, every once and awhile stopping so Velvet can harvest silk and put it into her bag. About two hours into the exhibition Velvet stops and turns to me.
“This should be enough for today, let's take a short break then head back to the town.
Nodding my head in reply we sit down and sip some water relaxing in the shade of the trees. We chat for a little bit talking about random things like the weather and the clouds when Velvet stops suddenly and tilts her head.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Shhh” Is all I get in responce
Drawing her bow Velvet crouches down and notches an arrow, eyes staring directly at a bush in front of us.
Not sure what to do, I follow suit and pull my saber out of my bag mentally preparing myself for a fight.
All of a sudden a giant elk jumps over the bush and hops through our clearing.
“Watch out!” Velvet screams at me pushing me out of the way as the elk jumps over my head.
“Jeez what was wrong with that thing” I ask hearing the beat of my heart through my chest.
Velvet who was incredibly calm for some reason takes a look around the clearing, “something or someone scared the elk”
“Someone..?” I worriedly look around picking myself up and dusting off the dirt.
A voice cuts through the thicket, “I think it went this way!”
Instinctively Velvet grabs me and pulls me into the brush behind us, “Wha-” putting one hand over my mouth she manages to stop me from making noise as a group of bandits walk into the clearing.
My body freezes up and I lay still in Velvet’s lap, not caring about my skirt that had gotten pushed up in the rush of the moment.
“Eeh where did that beast go?” one of the men ask.
“Oi you see them tracks there” another points “It must of ran off that way.”
“Well what are you two eggheads waiting for?” “Get on after it!”
My eyes go wide, I know that voice! Doing my best at looking through the bush we were hiding in I recognize the last voice as the creepy man I ran into the other day. Seeing the cuts on the man make me smirk and I’m forced to suppress a laugh.
Watching the three men walk away from us Velvet slowly lets go of me and lets out an audible sigh. “Well that was close.”
“Yeah good thing they didn’t hear us” I reply back with a smile.
“We need to be careful now that they are out and about, running into one of them isn’t to bad but three would make things problematic.” Velvet says thinking out loud. “Worst case scenario I can cover you with my bow if they catch us,” “none of them seemed to have anything but bladed weapons so we should be okay as long as we stay at a distance.”
Looking at Velvet I notice her legs shaking slightly, huh I guess she was more scared that I had thought I think to myself as we slowly creep back through the forest. Following behind Velvet we are forced to take our time, making sure that we were not heard or found out by the three bandits roaming the jungle with us.
“Um Velvet so on the off chance that they do find us..”
“Just run” she responds simply.
“O-okay” I quietly say back
Taking another sip from my canteen I see Velvet wince from the corner of my eye, I wonder if she feels okay. “Velvet” I whisper “It’s been almost two hours are we close at all?
“Eh at this pace we’ve got another hour” she whispers back. “Are you getting tired?”
“No not really it’s just I kinda have to pee a little bit” Blushing I look down in embarrassment, “I didn’t want to bring it up because it’s not to an emergency, but it’s been almost three hours since I last went and you know I’d rather not have a remake of last night…” I trail off.
“Don’t worry You’ll be fine,” Velvet reassures me, although the look on her face says otherwise.
Velvet puts out her arm stopping me, “Do you hear that?”
Doing my best to listen I strain my ears, but I’m unable to hear anything out of the ordinary.
“Up ahead, there is one of the bandits I don’t hear any of the others with him.” “If we are quick about it I bet the two of us could take him out and better our odds at getting out uninjured.”
“Okay sounds good” I nervously respond, “what's the plan?”
“Listen I’ll cover you from above in the trees, I just need you to distract him.”
“Yeah I can do that” I respond.
“Okay good luck” Velvet says to me climbing the tree next to us, and disappearing through the branches.
I can do this, I can do this, I tell myself doing my best to hype myself up. Pulling out my saber I sprint towards the bandit. I see him turn and look toward me, jumping out of the bushes I surprise him, allowing me to catch him off guard and knock him to the ground.
“What th-” the man gets out as I stand above him with my saber poised to his neck.
“Don’t move a muscle” I say menacingly to the man.
“Woah now girly, let’s not be hasty now” the man responds putting one hand up.
“I said don’t move!” pointing my saber closer to his neck I stand tall and show no fear.
“Listen now if you’re not careful you’ll poke someones eye out” the man taunts
“I don’t think you’re in a position to be provoking me” I smile back letting the tip of my saber touch his neck.
The man freezes up for a moment, but then lets out a sly smile “what’re you smiling at” I demand.
“He’s probably laughing at the fact that you’ve left yourself wide open from behind.” A voice behind me says.
I quickly spin around and become face to face with another of the three bandits, the man attempts to cut me with a knife. I try to dodge but the man behind me grabs my ankle forcing me to stumble and get cut.
“Ouch!” I scream out falling to the ground, using my hands to catch myself, I feel my bladder moan from the impact with the ground but I manage to hold everything in. Grabbing my side I see blood, Crap I think to myself that was close, It’s not very deep but I’ve gotta be more careful.
Pushing myself up I face the two men “One vs two isn’t very fair don’t you think?”
“What’s not fair girl is that you snuck up behind me without word, where is the honor at?” the man I knocked over replied to me, pulling out a dagger of his own.
Well this is no good I think to myself slowly backing away from the two guys.
“Hope you’re prepared for the worst, girl” the two guys both lunge at me from opposite directions
Caught off guard I somehow manage to block one of the attackers but the other one forces me to duck and dive away from him.
“Slippery little bugger” I hear the second man grunt as I pick myself up and check for damages.
“Phew I managed to dodge both of them” I say out loud relieved. I’m getting pretty full though I think to myself, and these guys are keeping me on my toes… Where is Velvet at?
All of a sudden I hear the a quick “Phfft” “Phifft” of arrows flying past me. I watch the arrows precisely hit the two bandits in front of me.
“Ugh” “ouch” the two men shout out running away in fear of being pincushions, looking up I see Velvet jumping through the trees and heading over to me.
“Took you long enough” I complain.
“Well it took me longer than normal to get into position” Velvet sighs, “Listen Those two will be back soon we should get out of here while we can.”
Omo starts around here for those who skipped ^_^
Looking at Velvet I see her start to squirm in one spot giving me an idea I ask her “Veeelvet you wouldn’t by chance have to pee too do you? Seeing her blush answers my question and I laugh temporally ignoring the danger we were in.
“Just shut up and let's get out of here”
Following Velvet we quickly made our way further through the forest and were almost out and back at the town. She must really need to pee I think to myself, watching her from behind and noticing all the little details of her desperation. Like seeing her shuffle from foot to foot while we’re not moving or her little crotch grabs that she does when she thinks I’m not looking.
I take a sip of my canteen and can feel my own need increasing pretty fast.
“Phew we finally made it back”
Pushing out of the trees and bushes I see the somewhat familiar town, relieved to be back safe and sound we start to quickly walk back toward Velvets home.
About halfway back to her home I hear Velvet let out a subtle gasp
“You okay?” I ask quickly.
“Ah well yes I’m fine” she responds, picking up the pace.
Before we can manage to get into her house, Velvet gets stopped by this girl outside her store.
Listening in on there conversation I hear Velvet desperately trying to excuse herself, but the girl is being quite prestint.
Deciding to be cheeky, I run inside the house while Velvet was being held up by the girl. Going into the bathroom I lock the door and shut it from the outside, shutting the door I smile then instantly realize that I might of just made a mistake. What if she doesn't have a spare key…
Oh well too late now I laugh moving to sit on the couch.
“Jesus that girl just couldn’t wait could she.” Velvet complains walking into the living room.
“What was that about?” I ask.
“She just wanted help with something but I’ve got more important matters to deal with right now” she replies moving toward the bathroom. “What th-”
What's wrong I nonchalantly ask looking over at Velvet.
“The-the bathroom won’t open up” she said desperately, “why won’t the door budge!”
“Uh oh” I tease “Sounds like someone is really desperate to pee.
Velvet stands still and turns to look at me “you wouldn’t by chance be the reason for this would you?” she asks giving me a death stare.
I freeze up and let out a slight smile “mayyyyybe”
“Uuuugh you!” she gets out before having to stop and hold herself in front of me.
“Aw you look so cute like that” I continue teasing velvet while watching her on the couch.
“Hah It’s not funny I’m really desperate right now!” she said, slamming on the door and trying to force her way in.
Watching her struggle I start to squirm on the couch, “seeing you have to go that bad makes me need to go as well” I say to her.
“You’re not helping at all ya know, like what I am going to do?” Watching the show in front of me I do my best to not laugh as she runs around doing a frantic pee dance while looking for a place to pee. Velvet was holding herself with both hands while bouncing up and down with her legs crossed.
“Gotta pee Gotta pee” Velvet mutters to herself, pacing back and forth.
I can’t help but stare at her while she goes through the motions of being desperate, eyes glued I can’t help but feel for her being in that position the other night.
“Velvet don’t think of waterfalls or running water or anything like that” I taunt.
Velvet lets out an audible mix of words that I can’t understand, I see her run into her room and hear her rummage around. Letting curiosity get the better of me I follow her and peak into her room.
“I-IT’S GONNA COME OUT!” I hear her scream
Spotting a large potted plant I get an idea. Playfully I tell her “Why don’t you just go in that pot over there?”
I see her franticly look over at the pot I mentioned, she rushes over to the large plant and closes her eyes. Excitedly I move myself more into her room to get a better view of what was going on. I see her struggling to get her straps and buttons off her bottoms, all the while using one hand to hold herself and trying not to lose it in her pants.
Giggling I think I notice a dark spot forming on the crotch of her pants but it’s dark so I can’t tell. Velvet finally manages to remove her pants and my eyes go wide. I see her lime green panties and a obvious wet spot on them, not being able to take my eyes off her crotch I see a spurt of pee shoot out of her and hit her wooden floor.
Shrieking she moves herself over the potted plant and releases the floodgates, my jaw drops and my eyes focus on the wet spot on her panties. Watching the wet spot grow I can’t help but feel funny inside, She’s kinda cute when she is desperate I think to myself. I hear the soft patter of urine flow into the soil of the plant, at least the plant is getting plenty of water I giggle to myself. Looking toward Velvet’s face I see her face bright red and blushing, I notice her lip curl and a very faint moan escaped her lips lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
Velvet opens her eyes and looks straight at me,”You you are so dead” she pants not even bothering to clean herself up she runs at me.
I let out an “Eep” and quickly try to escape by jumping over the couch. *Pang* I feel my bladder remind me of its presence. Huh maybe locking the bathroom door wasn’t thought through all the way.
Hiding on one side of the couch I see Velvet standing on the other side of it giving me a playful yet serious death stare.
“Look it’s all over now, let's not do anything rash” I say attempting to convince her to not to do anything bad to me.
Grinning she runs around the couch at me. Freaking out I run away feeling the liquid in my bladder bounce around, running into her shop I look for a place to hide but find nothing.
“You’ve got nowhere to run now”
Slowly turning around I gulp and put raise my fists in defence, “heh it looks like I’ve got no choice”. “You’ve left me no choice but to unleash my unbridled fury onto you via mortal combat”
Velvet doesn’t flinch and continues forward at me. “Lis-Listen now if you don’t want to get hurt you’d best be careful”. I warn Velvet.
I dodge to the side and throw out a couple weakish punches to test her ability. In my surprise Velvet not only dodges right past them but manages to grab my wrist in the process and counter attack with a swift punch to my gut.
I let out a grunt in response “Ah th-That...” I squeak out stumbling backward. Clenching my stomach I feel a quick spurt escape my bladder and I feel my panties get slightly wet. Blushing I quickly squeeze my legs together and look up in panic. I see Velvet let out a grin as she goes for another hit.
“Eep!” I manage to dodge her assault of punches but I’m forced onto the defensive, and all the while I can feel my bladder jostling inside me. I attempt to fight back but well timed and precise movements make it where I can’t do anything but protect myself and my leaking bladder.
Thank god she's only aiming for my stomach I think to myself, had this been a real fight I’d be in trouble.
“Don’t be losing attention now!” Velvet shouts at me, slamming me into a wall.
“Oof” I slump against the wall and slide down it, completely giving up.
Defeated I feel another leak escape me and I don’t even bother to try and use my hands to stop it.
“Aww where did that fiery spirit from before go?” Velvet taunts me. “Hmm? Got nothing to say? How’s this then?” Velvet moves her foot and lays it onto my stomach, a wide evil grin appears on her face as I look up eyes wide with fear.
Before I can say a word she pushes down with a light but still noticeable force and I wince almost losing control on the spot.
Giggling at finally getting a reaction out of me she pushes harder on my bladder with her foot “hows it feel now?” “I bet those panties of yours are at least a little wet now huh?”
My face flushes red and I look away.
“Let's check shall we?” Moving her foot off my bladder I let out a sigh of relief just to feel her start to lift up my skirt. Instinctively I throw my hands down on my skirt to stop her, “Now now don’t be like that” Velvet moves her foot back to my bladder and I gasp.
Trembling I beg her not too, “Please don’t Velvet It hurts and It’ll make me pee!”
“Gooood” she purrs back to me “That’s just what you deserve after what you put me through.
“But I didn’t force you to pee yourself” I complain
Velvet glares at me “And whose fault is it that the bathroom is locked from the inside then?”
“Well mine I guess…”
“Exxxactly, so You! Put-Your-Self-In-This-Position” Velvet teased back. “Now I’ll tell you one last time, Don’t move your hands or you’ll be sitting in a puddle. She emphasised this by slightly pushing on my bladder with her foot once more.
I let out a slight grunt again and blush, but I don’t say anything or try to stop her.
“That’s a good girl” Velvet smiles as she pats me on the head.
Velvet moves her foot back from my stomach and my oversized bladder and back to my skirt. Whimpering I watch her slowly lift my skirt up, just before she exposes my panties Velvet stops. I look up at her hoping that she would have a change of heart.
“Do me a favor, when I look at your soaking wet panties here make sure you blush all nice and red for me okay?”
With that she gives me a devilish smile and in one final swoop flips my skirt up and exposes my wet panties. Blushing I think about moving my hands to cover myself, but before I can even finish my thought Velvet’s foot is back onto my stomach applying pressure to my bladder.
“Hmph I was hoping for your panties to be a little more wet than this.”
To embarrassed to respond I can only sit still while Velvet inspects my damp white panties.
“This should fix that problem real quick” Velvet says gleefully. “Gasping I feel Velvet push and a sharp pain shoots through my bladder and I let out a desperate moan.
“Velvet please not that I can’t hold it if you do that!”
“Listen” She responds back, “you know what I want just give it to me” Pushing harder into my bladder.
I let out a desperate squeal and I can’t help but feel a squirt of pee escape into my panties. I can’t help but blush a deep crimson when I hear Velvet let out a subtle giggle and remark on the growing wet spot on my panties.
“Now that's more like it” Velvet laughs at me chuckling at my misfortune. “Maybe a little harder this time.”
“Ah no i-it’s leaking out” I shout out in pain, feeling a heavy spurt come out of me.
“Ooh!” I hear Velvet shout out “You know with these panties of yours I think I can actually see through the fabric once they get soaked.
“Veeeeelvet! Don’t say anything like that, It’s embarrassing!” Although hearing her say that makes my body feel kinda hot and my face gets super red.
“Hehe, when are you gonna lose it?” Velvet teases me.
“If you keep pushing on my bladder Ima lose it any second!” I complain back.
“Perrrrrrrrrfect, In that case why don’t I just go ahead and do that right now then, I can’t stand waiting.
Slowly pushing down on my bladder Velvet watches my struggle, I let out a quiet moan under my breath “How long can I handle this” I ask myself.
“Here I’ll give you a countdown.”
“Wait what?” I ask back.
“Five” “Four” Velvet counts down.
“Why are you counting down, what's going on?”
“Three” “Two” “One”
“What are you going to do?” I whisper
“Haya!” Velvet shoves her foot into my stomach squishing my bladder in the process.
I can’t help move my hands to my stomach from the sudden pain, Wincing I feel a strong splurt escape my body and shoot out of me. I try and stem the flood but I can’t and my pee flows out of me.
I gasp from the sudden warmth pooling around my legs and crotch, I can’t help but blush deep red and let out little noises of pleasure. I hear Velvet laughing at me but I block her out and enjoy the relief as long as I can. After what feels like an hour I finish wetting myself and I finally open my eyes with a big smile on my face.
My eyes make contact with Velvet as she sits right in front of me with a wide grin to match mine.
“Well you sure look like you enjoyed that” Velvet chuckles.
“I’m not gonna lie it felt good finally being able to let loose, and my body feels… different i guess I don’t know” I laugh
Velvet’s eyes go wide “Ohh you enjoyed it that much huh?”
“What do you mean?” I question
“Nothing, nothing” she responds helping me up.
“Oh goodness my skirt is completely soaked…” “and my panties are ruined” Sighing to myself I examine my skirt and panties not caring that Velvet can see everything.
“I was right about one thing at least” Velvet cheerfully pokes at me.
“What?” I ask back
“Weeeeeell your panties” She whispers, “They are completely see through.”
I gasp and drop my wet skirt and cover myself from Velvet’s sight.
“Come on now, no need to be embarrassed.” “I’ve already seen you practically naked so you may as well just give me your clothes now so I can wash them for you.”
“No Way! Give me something to wear first!” I demand.
“Fine fine follow me I’ll give you that dress, but you’re not getting any panties again.”
I roll my eyes but follow anyway grabbing the red velvet dress and heading to the bathroom to change.
“Oh… right, that's locked still huh?”
“Hmph serves you right” Velvet chuckles “whatcha gonna do now?”
Glaring at Velvet I start to remove my underwear until I’m only wearing my top and skirt. “Could you at least go to your room while I change?” I ask
Velvet nods and smiles telling me not to take to long.
I take off the rest of my clothes and put on the night time dress, this time keeping an eye on Velvet’s door to make sure she doesn't walk in on me. Leaving my wet clothes on a chair I move over to the couch and lay down letting out a big yawn.
“Phew you look real tired aren’t you?”
Looking over at Velvet I give her a weak smile and I pull a blanket over myself. “Yeah I’m kinda tired I think I’m gonna just head to sleep”
“Well then you have a good night we’ve got another job tomorrow so have a goodnight.”
“Gotcha” I yawn again, and start to close my eyes letting myself drift off to sleep. |
Alright so I've been gone for months now I think but I figured I should at least post this part of the story even though it isn't really as great as I would have like to have made it. Sadly I got into a car accident and I had to focus on getting all that figured out. Not to mention I didn't really feel like writing at the time, but I still have some fun that I will post on here within the week to hopefully make up for the missing content. (Hope everybody is still my friend and understands^_^)
“Someone put out that fire!”
We’ve got three more port side look out!”
“Incoming Cannon Fire, Take Cover!”
“Don’t let them get to the pr-”
Breathing heavily I wake up in another cold sweat, Uuugh my head I think to myself clutching my head in pain. Another dream huh… What do they mean? Shaking my head in pain I sit up looking around I notice Velvet isn’t awake yet.
Hmm it must be early in the morning still, making my way over to the bathroom I try the handle.
*Rustle Rustle* Oh yeah it’s locked, chuckling to myself I remember the night before and blush slightly.
Well I guess I’ll go and explore some while I wait for Velvet to wake. Moving through the store I look at all the clothes that Velvet had made, I take my time and I find some cute clothes to look at.
*Bang Bang Bang* “Veeeelvet!” A female voice echoes through the door. “You better open this door up this instant!”
Figuring that I should see who is at the door before they get anymore upset, making a move toward the door I hesitate before opening it. Seeing the shadow of a fist in the window screen I yank open the door just as the person outside it went to knock again.
“Vel- aaae” Stepping to the side I manage to move out of the way as a little girl stumbles into the room.
The girl clumsily tries to catch herself but only manages to fail her arms wildly. I grab the hood of the girls blue cloak stopping her fall before she slams her face into the floor.
“Ahh” she shouts not realizing that I stopped her fall.
“Wait huh... ?” the girl turns her head and sees me standing next to her. “OH, Why thank you stranger I almost smacked my face there huh?”
Picking her up I notice that the girl is only short but extremely light as well. Or maybe I’m really strong? I think to myself.
“Salutations” the girl said to me putting her hand out.
Taking her hand she clenches it and applies quite the bit of pressure.
“My name is Clover and I’m very thankful that you saved me from falling.”
“Um yeah no problem” I say back still shaking her hand.
“Ah you were the girl yesterday with Velvet right?” Clover spontaneously changes the subject.
“Yeah I’ve been helping Velvet the past couple days” I respond back finally getting my hand back.
Clover gives me a big grin, “Well than that makes things a little bit easier then if you’re helping her.”
“Why do I feel like I should be concerned about that?”
“Oh don’t worry, you’re gonna be all about it” Clover winks at me walking into the store and towards Velvet’s living area. “Now where is this pain in the butt?”
“Hey now wait up” I shout at Clover chasing after her.
*Knock* *Knock* “I know you’re in there Velvet you better get out here right away!”
After a moment pause a quiet grunt comes from the room, I shoot a look towards clover and she sighs.
“Listen Velvet I need you out here we had a deal remember?”
Velvet makes a couple more grunts and I shake my head and walk away leaving the two of them to figure it out.
Eventually Velvet opened up her door, “it's way too early for all this noise clover.” “You'd best have a good reason for all of this.”
Clover nods her head “you betcha” all of a sudden super serious. Remember that lead I had?
Shaking her head Velvet yawns.
“Oh come on now I told you this yesterday don't tell me you already forgot!” Clover yelled back visibly upset at Velvet's lack of enthusiasm.
“Ugh lets just go later” Velvet complains. Looking over at me she sighs, don't tell me she roped you into this too.
Shrugging my shoulders I say back “I'll go if you are.”
Dropping her head Velvet replies, wrong answer girl… whatever just give me a moment to get ready.
“Hmph finally” Clover smiles at me, I’ll be outside when you two are ready.”
As Clover walks back towards the door Velvet peaks her head out the door “Psst hey is she gone?”
“Yeah she’s waiting outside for us to get ready.”
“Come here” Velvet pulls me into her room like a rag doll and shuts the door behind us.
“Listen” Velvet says to me, “This Clover girl can be a little uppity at times.” Pausing Velvet walks into her closet, “and this place we’re going to is a little bit dangerous, like monsters and stuff ya know?”
“Monsters?” I ask
Velvet comes out of her closet half dressed making me blush slightly, turning my head I look away and ask Velvet “Are these monsters anything to dangerous?”
Velvet pauses for a moment and thinks, “Honestly with the three of us? It really shouldn’t be bad at all.” “Clover may not look it but she’s a respectable mage who knows a thing or two about healing herbs as well, so all in all we should be perfectly fine if we stay together.”
“Well that’s good” I reply, “uh by the way you took my clothes again…”
“Funny you bring that up, I actually didn’t wash and take care of those clothes yesterday.”
“...what?” I question Velvet. “Well what do I wear now?”
Velvet ponders my question for a moment and goes to her closet. “Here I’ve got some clothes you can wear for the time being.”
Handing me a black long sleeve shirt, and a matching black skin tight leggings.
“Thank you!” I say smiling as I take the clothes from Velvet, “by the way do I get any panties with this outfit?”
Velvet shakes her head, “not from me you don’t, I would ask Clover if you want some.”
A little weird but okay I think to myself leaving Velvet’s room and heading towards the outside to where Clover is.
Peaking my head outside I see Clover hiding herself In a book that is a little larger than it seems it should be. Clothes in hand I poke Clover in her side to get her attention.
“Eep” Clover shrikes looking over at me fearfully, “Wh-what was that for?”
“Oops my bad” I giggle, “I was just wondering if you had any spare panties for me, the pair I had is dirty right now.”
“Why, why would you think I had spare panties on me?” “I’m not a child you know!” Clover defiantly replies back to me.
I give her a confused look “Velvet said you might have some.”
“Oh of course she did” Sighing Clover snaps her fingers and a brown bag appears in front of her. Reaching her hand into the bag she digs for a moment and looks around real quick before pulling out a pair of slightly childish light blue panties. Blushing Clover hands the panties out to me, “Listen I want to mention that these panties are magically enhanced okay?” “They will make it easier to deal with liquids and other things..., not that you are a water mage or anything but still you get the idea right?
“Ooh” I exclaim “I have no idea what you mean though.” Smiling I thank Clover and hop back inside to put on the clothes that I know have.
“At least she has no idea…” Clover says to herself quietly As I skip away.
Slipping into the clothes that I’ve collected from my friends, I check myself out in my new outfit. Not bad, not bad at all, I think to myself. I don’t feel anything different from the enhanced panties that Clover gave me but they sure do feel comfy.
Smiling I walk into Velvet’s room and call out to her to let her know that I am ready. Velvet looks over at me and I notice some strain on her face, but I don’t really think to much about it. “Let’s go let’s go Let’s Go!” I chant bouncing up and down.
“Sheesh, What’s got you so jumpy?” Velvet sighs obviously not excited about the adventure. Watching her get up from her bed she follows me outside and we meet up with Clover who is standing by ready to go.
“Took you two long enough” Clover pouts, “we have no time to waste do you both have everything you need?”
Backpack in tow I nod my head and look over at Velvet who messes with her quiver and bow on her back. “Yeah I’m all set but let’s stop at the tavern before we go real quick.” Velvet replies.
Frowning Clover says back “Fine but let's be quick about it, the longer we take the more dangerous it gets.
Walking to the tavern I feel slightly more cheery than normal which makes me smile for no reason. “By the way why are we going to the tavern Velvet?
Velvet quietly says back “Well you sabotaged our toilet remember?”
“Oh yeah oops” I laugh to myself as Clover shoots me a confused look.
Upon getting to the tavern Velvet starts to walk inside, but Clover decides she doesn't care to go inside. Shrugging Velvet looks to me as if to ask if I needed to go, In reply I give her a thumbs up and sit down next to Clover saying “I feel great!”
Humming to myself I ask Clover how her day is going, Clover looks at me and laughs “I see the side effects of your panties are taking hold.”
“Huh, what do you mean?” I ask.
Pointing her finger at me she touches my forehead and I feel myself go light headed for a moment and then my mind clears up. “Weird I feel kinda funny” I say rubbing my head.
“Yeeeah sorry about that those panties I gave you affect your mental and physical abilities a little bit, They were making you act a little childish” she chuckles.
Blushing I remember how I had been acting the past hour. “Well thanks for fixing my mind for now.”
“Sure thing, I should of told you earlier but that part of it slipped my mind.”
We sit and chat for a couple of minutes while waiting for Velvet to come back, “alright you two let's get going. Velvet mentions to us walking past us.
“Hey wait up!” Clover shouts jumping up and sprinting towards Velvet. Not wanting to be left behind I follow suit.
It takes us about two hours to get the the cave entrance that we were heading too. The entire way Velvet didn’t talk much beside the occasional fact about the wildlife or area, and Clover and I spend the time talking about her magical ability.
“Yeah I’m a water mage technically with a lot of soothing spells and a few offensive spells.” Clover explains to me.
“Oh what other types of magic are there?” I ask.
“Basically there is a magic type for every element that we know of, Fire,water,wind,earth Etc.”
“I see, I see” I nod my head as she explains everything.
“Most mages can learn one major element and a sub element pretty easily.” “For example I have an easy time with water magic and I know a thing or two about Earth spells as well.”
“Interesting” I say aloud.
“Yeah and some of the more experienced stronger mages can use magic that is a mix of elements as well, but it takes quite the mage to do that.” Clover goes on and on telling me about everything she knows.
“Okay you two enough chit chat we’re here.” Velvet states to us as we stand outside the cave.
“So what’s the game plan?” I ask.
“Well to start we need to go deep into the cave to find certain herbs for the village doctor, then we need to clear out some of the monsters in the cave and collect there goo for testing.” Clover tells us.
“Goo?” I ask.
Velvet pulls her bow out and looks over at me, “Yeah this cave is full of slimes and other monsters.”
“I’ve never seen a slime before are they dangerous?”
“These ones? Not so much they are mainly herbivores, and at the worst they can gain some acidic properties so just don’t let them get on you and you shouldn’t have a problem. Velvet tells me as we head inside.
The cave is dark and it has a musty smell to it, but we push forward without light.
“Um do we have any way of producing light?” I ask
As an answer to my question Velvet produces a torch and hands it to me. “Here you lead the way, Clover and I shall guard you from behind.”
We push further into the cave and I start to hear small squeaking noises in the distance.
“Wa-whats that?” I ask.
Velvet grunts and pulls an arrow out and cocks it, lighting it with my torch she shoots her flaming arrow into the distance spooking a large amount of bats into flying at us.
“Everybody duck!” Clover shouts, as I drop to the floor hearing hundreds of bats flutter and fly over top my head.
After hearing the fluttering of wings die down I open my eyes and peak my head up. “Everybody okay?” Velvet asks us looking around.
“Clover and I reply back and we dust the dirt off of us.
As we continue forward I feel my bladder start to complain about needing relief but I put it off and ignore the feeling as we just made it into the cave.
“Are these tracks?” I ask out loud bending down and inspecting the ground with my torch.
“Yeah these used to be mines for the town back when there were more people living here.” Velvet responds. “But now the mines are abandoned now and monsters have taken resident.”
“I see” Looking over at clover I see her clutching her staff close to her chest with a slight fearfully look on her face. “Are you okay Clover?”
Startled Clover jumps and turns to look at me, she quickly responds with “y-yeah i’m great I just don’t like the dark to much.”
“Speaking of which it’s pretty hard to see you in this cave with what you’re wearing.” Velvet points out to me.
Looking down at myself I laugh at how dark my clothes make me look. “Yeah you’re right It would be pretty hard to see me if we didn’t have this light.” Not paying attention I keep walking forward and stumble falling into something wet. “Waaaah” I scream out. *Splat* my vision goes dark and the torch goes out.
“Hey! You okay?” Velvet yells out to me.
“Gurgle burgel” *cough* *cough* “Bleh yeah I’m just a little-Auuah!” something forcefully grabs my leg and yanks forcing me to fall back down into the ooze. The slimy ooze surrounds my body once more and I feel a strange burning sensation on my bare skin. Struggling I attempt to claw through the slime but my body gets no where in the gelatinous creature.
“Clover get over here let’s help her!” Velvet says rushing over to where she thinks I am.
Vel-vet look, look out. Holding out her staff Clover mumbes a spell and a torrent of water rushes out from her staff. The water flows through the cave and rushes over me, washing the slimy ooze off and allowing me to escape.
Struggling I cough up water and slime *Cough* I get on my knees and hold on to the wall to balance myself. “Ugh I’m all sticky and wet.” feeling slime in places that slime shouldn't be and, blushing I think to myself how’d slime even get here.
“Here I’ll clean you off some more” clover says to me.
I feel freezing cold water rinse over me and I let out a yelp while clutching myself in surprise.
“ttthanks fffor tthat” shivering from the cold, but feeling slightly cleaner. Velvet makes another torch to replace the one that was put out and hands it to me. “ahh so warm!” Gleefully I take in the warmth and do my best to warm up.
Clover squats down next to me and examines the watered down goo next to me, “Hmm it looks like you found one of our resident slimes.”
“Ugh really?” I ask with a disgusted face.
Nodding her head clover bottles some of the residue and mentions “It seems we found quite the specimen too.”
With a sense of dread I ask “Um, What’s that mean?”
Pushing her glasses up a sly grin forms on Clover’s face. “I’ve taken many samples of slimes and other monsters in this cave, but this one I have never seen before.”
“Couldn’t it just be because you used water to get it off of me though? And that is why it seems different?” I ask.
Clover sighs, “Listen I don’t expect you to understand this but just trust me I know a new specimen when I see one.” “First of all it shouldn't have been so aggressive, and Second most slimes in this cave would of ran away as soon as they noticed the light from our torch earlier, Third it’s body even though watered down almost seem acidic.
Clover rambles on and I kinda space out from the knowledge attack, looking over at Velvet we make eye contact and she just shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.
“We should continue forward though to find the slime, it sounds pretty dangerous.” Velvet mentions to us.
“Correct” Clover concurs.
With that statement our group continues through the cave system, the entire time I feel my bladder starting to fill.
“Ugggh” I quietly moan to myself as I follow behind Velvet.
“You okay?” Clover asks me, a hint of worry in her voice.
Sighing I look back at her and strain out a smile, “Yup a-ok!”
Clover gives me a suspicious look but doesn't say anything else.
Thinking to myself, ugh I really should've gone pee earlier today when I had the chance, I didn’t feel it then but now i’m getting pretty desperate.
Walking in front of the group I do my best to ignore my urge to hold myself and we continue on through the cave system.
We find ourselves wandering around aimlessly searching for this slime, delving deeper and deeper into the cave. Our group ends up emerging into a large open area where we hear ominous Squelching sounds coming from the area in front of us.
“U-uh Clover?” I stammer “What ways would you recommend fighting a slime with?
Clover who is clutching her staff closely to her chest lets out a frightened response. “I th-think they’re afraid of light.”
I ready my saber with one hand and hold the brightly lit torch in my other, ready to defend myself if needed.
Velvet stands tall next to me and readys her bow, “Listen I doubt your saber will do much to these slimes so use the torch to light my arrows and, I’ll shoot them with the fire enhanced arrows while you and Clover do your best to keep them away from me.”
I feel my body start to shiver and shake as the sounds get closer to us but I manage to nod my head in response.
I can hear Clover’s heavy breathing behind Velvet and myself, but I close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady my own breathing. Upon opening my eyes I see a faint green gooish object sliding towards us.
Velvet nocks an arrow into her bow and pulls back on it, waiting on me to light the arrow.
Clover gasps losing all signs of fear for a moment and excitedly points out. “That's the one!” “That's the one that swallowed you earlier!”
Gritting my teeth I move the torch up to the arrow to light it, once lit I look back towards the slime. To my surprise though the smallish slime seemingly got much bigger all of a sudden.
“Whaaaaat!” Clover’s jaw drops and she pushes between myself and Velvet to get a better look at the now four maybe five foot slime that slides towards us.
While Clover and I stand dumbfounded at how large the slime is Velvet with a calm face takes action and lets the arrow loose, directly at the slimy mass in front of us.
The slime reacts instantly to the fiery arrow headed at it, and quickly rearranges its body to dodge the arrow while sliding closer still towards us.
“What speed…” Velvet quietly says aloud.
I was astonished as much as everyone else, and we watch as the slime reforms to the height it was before but this time it tries to take shape in almost a slender like figure. The slime stops close enough to us that I can see the continuous moving slime on its Body trying to keep form.
Out of curiosity I take a step forward towards the slime, Velvet quickly grabs my shoulder and firmly stops me from getting closer to it.
“It’s okay” I say to Velvet giving Clover the torch and taking Velvet’s hand off of me. I take two steps forward toward the slime keeping my saber close just in case. The slime as well moves closer to me but stops when I do. I can hear Velvet nocking another arrow as the slime stops moving and I put my hand up to make sure she understands I’m okay.
To my surprise the slime grows a tentacle like arm to copy what my arm is doing. I instinctively cock my head to one side in confusion and watch as the slime mimics my movement.
I practically hear Clover’s jaw hit the floor as the slime copies my movements growing another arm and looking pretty human like in terms of body shape.
Sweating I reach my hand toward the slime and it follows suit, as my hand touches the slime I feel it tighten against my hand. In fear I try to pull back but It doesn't let go, “Uh guys?” I say looking back. Reading my saber I stab the slime to but I get no response from it, so I turn my head to look back at Clover and Velvet and with a look of fear on my face I manage to say to them, “It’s not letting go of me!”
Velvet snaps into action but before she can take one step two slimes fall from the ceiling and land between us. That’s the last thing I see before I feel the slime yank my wrist towards itself and engulf me in slime once again.
Closing my eyes and making sure not to open my mouth I do my best to make sure no slime gets inside of my mouth and hold my breath. I sit still for the moment doing my best to conserve energy and wait for the burning sensation I felt earlier in the slime. To my surprise though nothing happens, opening my eyes I feel a slight burn like I’m under salt water but I can see fairly well through the dark sliminess. I take peak at my body and I notice that I am now standing and the slime is using my form to stand like a human would with two legs just with a puddle at the bottom, also it’s tentacle like arms are now look just like any other girl’s would complete with a hand and five fingers. Looking up towards where Velvet and Clover are I see them finishing off the two much smaller weaker slimes and I hear what seems to sound like distant voices although they seem so close by.
As I feel the air in my body start to get dangerously low I try to escape my goo prison, The slime resists me for a moment but gives up and lets me fall out of its body. Gasping for air once again I feel Velvet crouch next to me and give me support, Clover on the other hand is freaking out shouting all sorts of obscenities so fast that I can’t comprehend them.
I give Velvet a weak smile and look back toward the slime, the slime still copying my movements is now sitting on the floor in front of me. The only difference from before is that it now has a slender humanoid body.
I quietly stare at the slime and it’s faceless mass looks back toward me, “I don’t think it wants to hurt us” I say softly.
Velvet grunts in response “Sure didn’t look like that from out here.”
Clover still freaking out manages to speak a language I can understand “This, this Slime! It looks SO Human! I, I simply must take notes on this Discovery!”
“I wonder what would happen if I went in one more time?” I say out loud.
In response Velvet clutches me harder as if to say no way.
Clover on the other hand makes eye contact with me and begs me with puppy dog eyes to continue. “I would very much so like to see that” Clover replies.
Velvet’s arms hold me even tighter still and I comfort her by saying “Look It let me out last time, and I’ve got you two here if anything bad does happen so I’m sure it’ll be okay.”
I push myself out of Velvet’s grip and I stand up in front of the slime which is still copying my movements. I take one step and the slime envelops me once again, just like last time I feel the slime take form around my body. Smiling I feel the warmth from the first time with no burning feeling on my skin though, I allow myself to relax in the slimes body clearing my mind of any thoughts and focusing purely on holding my breath.
“You warm” I hear
“Eh?” My eyes shoot open from surprise and I accidentally swallow some slime as well. Grimacing from the taste I manage to swallow it down without choking.
“Warmth nice” I hear again and I can’t help but freak out a little. IS THE SLIME TALKING TO ME? Calm down, Calm down I tell myself trying to relax.
“So warm, want more…” I feel the burning feeling again from the first time, just this time with a higher intensity. I bite my lip in pain but it has a somewhat pleasurable feeling to it. Time to go though I think, as I push myself back out of the slime and onto the ground.
Gasping for air once more I sit myself up against a large rock and take deep breaths. “Okay enough of that for me” I smile to the group and see Clover blushing refusing to make eye contact with me. Confused I look toward Velvet and see her as well looking slightly away from me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask
Velvet points down at my body and I look down at my clothes that now have rips and tears in them exposing more skin than I would like, including a decent amount of cleavage. Gasping I Blush and immediately cover myself with my hands. “What happened to my clothes!”
“Well I did mention the Slime had acidic properties didn’t I…” Clover responds still hiding her face with a slight blush on her face as well.
“More importantly look at that” Velvet points out.
Clover and I look over toward the slime which still mimicking my movements is also covering it’s exposed chest and crotch. “WAIT it’s got those now too!?!”
“Velvet shoots me a look of shame, “That's what you notice? Not the face it has now?”
“Eh?” Looking back up at the slime I notice the large green eyes and currently smiling lips the slime now has.
Clover lets out an mix of noises and faints falling right into Velvet’s arms, I on the other hand don’t know what to do and I watch as the slime examines us with wide eyes and a big grin on its face.
“So what now?” I ask looking at Velvet, the slime as well looks over.
“Well this one fainted from excitement but I would assume she wants to look at your friend over there. So we should probably bring it with us back to clover’s house.”
“Yeah you’re right that seems like a good idea” I say back, standing myself up.
“Ugh” I accidentally let an audible grunt slip out, and I quickly stuff my hands into my crotch.
“You good?” Velvet asks me, not bothering to look as she starts to carry Clover with both arms back the way we came.
“Yeah, just out of energy from being in the slime I guess.” I lie quickly returning my hand to my side and away from my now visible slightly ripped panties.
Picking up my saber, and torch I make my way after Velvet making sure our slimy friend is following me.
Velvet takes her time going back through the cave to make sure we don’t get lost, and I feel my bladder getting worse and worse forcing me to occasionally hold myself like a little girl to make sure nothing leaks out. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the slime mimicking my moves still, which makes me blush out of embarrassment of seeing what I look like while holding myself.
About halfway through the cave I hear Velvet talking to Clover who had apparently woken up, so we take a little break while Clover checks out the slime.
“Ooh she’s so beautiful!” Clover chuckles, looking at every nook and cranny the slime has. “Such perfect curves and this thicker continuous moving slime makes her look like she has hair.”
Thankfully Clover is to distracted to notice the subtle movements in the slime from me bouncing my legs and biting my lip to distract myself from my need. Curse the fact that she is copying my movements while I’m in need.
“She?” Velvet buts in.
“But of course!” Clover exclaims “She is currently copying human patterns this species of slime is more sentient than any of her other relatives. It’s only fair that she be given the respectable title that fits her.
“We should give her a name!” I say out loud smiling.
“Good idea” Clover replies.
“Bad idea” Velvet states back.
Ignoring Velvet me and Clover throw back and forth names but nothing good comes to mind.
“This is hard” I sigh.
Clover nods her head, “Yeah you’re right let's figure this out once we get back.” “Oh and by the way you’re all slimy again, would you like me to wash you off once more?”
Blushing I cover my body once more and say back “the slime is currently the only thing covering most of my exposed skin now that my clothes were melted off.”
“Oops that’s right, well we may as well get Onward then!” Clover exclaims excited to get home.
Getting up I look over at our slime friend and she looks at me, I smile and we move forward with the group.
“Ya know it seems like she has stopped mimicking you finally.”
Looking over at the slime I notice that she has stopped copying me and is now more interested in her own body.
“Phew well that's good.” I say back “it would be kinda weird if she purely copied me at all times.” In my head I was praising god for making it easier to hide my desperation, as for now all I had to worry about was getting out of this cave without leaking.
Opon nearing the exit of the cave our slime friend suddenly runs forward and stands in front of all of us.
“What’s going on?” I question, looking around the cave I don’t see anything different from before.
“Hmm, not sure” Clover responds fixing her glasses. “But it seems like she is agitated somewhat”
Then from out of nowhere our group is surrounded by a group of smaller green slimes, Feeling my bladder when I run over to protect our slimy friend standing in front of her saber at the ready. The rest of my companions taking up similar defensive positions behind us.
“Shoot we were so close to the end as well” Velvet complains, while reading her bow.
“Don’t worry, my water magic should be able to send these slimes all the way down the cave with a blast or two.” Clover says aloud to us.
The three slimes in front of me start to slime there way towards me and I attempt to slash one of them to pieces but I’m unable to cut the gelatin like goo and do any damage. “Ugh I feel useless” I complain as I hear a water bolt shoot from Clover’s staff and into a unsuspecting slime behind me.
I attempt to make another slash at one of the slimes in front of me but my full bladder makes me stumble and I leak a little into my panties. “Hah, ah” I pant frantically as I use both my hands and legs to stop my bladder from leaking any more.
Our slime friend gives me a curious look as the aggravated slimes in front of us get dangerously close to enveloping me inside of them.
Whimpering I leak once more feeling the warmth of my urine run down my legs and start to pool in my shoes. I quiver in fear and I can’t help but close my eyes and let out an “Eep!” when I feel a slimy hand brush up my leg and move up towards the increasing wet spot on my bum.
“Hhhhhh...Ssst-top I’m gonna wet myself if you touch me like That!” Freezing up I feel myself leak straight through my panties and onto the slimy hand below me. Opening my eyes I see that the other two slimes are gone and our slime friend was sitting down right in front of me, slipping her hand into my leggings and caressing my soaked panties.
I can’t help but moan from her touch and I feel myself start to lose control of my bladder.
Eagerly the slime moves her hand around my crotch to absorb the wetness coming out of me.
“N-no Don’t push I’m gonna lose it!” “ah It’s leaking out! It’s coming out!” I cry out feeling my bladder giving out and the urine escaping into my panties and soaking my leggings.
“Oh no” I hear from behind me as my partners watch me embarrassingly wet myself right in front of them. Tearing up I let my legs give out and I fall onto the lap of the Slime Girl.
Sinking into her body I feel her sliminess caress my body once again, her slime licking up all the wetness on my body. I feel a warm pleasurable feeling as my mind and consciousness starts to fade. Just before I fall unconscious I hear the footsteps of my friends running towards me. |
AN- Hello! This is a recent furry fic I wrote. I'd love any feedback y'all may have!
When a mysterious Amazon box arrived, Savannah the lioness hadn't the slightest idea how much it would change her day. Kyle, her husband, had brought it into the house, grinning widely, but the hyena was always smiling about one thing or another. His sense of humor had been one of the many reasons Savannah had been drawn to him. He'd set the package down, sliced through the tape with his claws, and gingerly held something small in his paws.
Savannah regarded it with an idle curiosity. “What is that?” She questioned.
Her husband had looked up excitedly. “A spy camera!” He declared proudly, holding what looked like a perfectly ordinary watch. It hadn't been large, or garish. In fact, Savannah had found it quite tasteful, a simple silver ringed digital face with a black leather band. She eyed it skeptically.
Kyle started to fiddle with the buttons. He held it up to her face. “Say hi, Savannah!”
Savannah rolled her eyes, but waved to the alleged camera and said hello. The hyena pressed a few more buttons, then showed his wife the watch again. To the lioness’ surprise, she heard her own voice coming back and saw the video for her half hearted wave. Huh. It really was a camera. “What on earth are you planning to do with that?”
Her husband looked perplexed. Like he hadn't thought that far out, which, to be fair, he hadn't. But the expression quickly became a mischievous grin. “Oh, I have an idea. How does a challenge sound?”
Savannah smirked. Kyle knew she had a weakness for proving herself the best at all sorts of things. She had a distinct feeling this wouldn't be a typical challenge, however. The look in his eye made her think he was gunning for some of his more unusual tastes. Savannah’s husband had a kink that she was willing to indulge from time to time. While it wasn't exactly her cup of tea, she found it fun occasionally, and Kyle always made it worth her while. Those challenges often yielded better rewards for her, and she was dying for a nice massage. “What are the stakes?”
“Tomorrow you’ll go about your normal day, wearing this watch. The only thing I want you to do is not use a toilet.” Kyle stated.
Savannah snorted. “Puh-lease Kyle. I have errands to run tomorrow, I'm not going to try to hold in my piss all day.”
Kyle shook his head no. “No, you can pee as often as you need to. Just no toilets.”
Savannah cocked her head, considering it. No toilet? It was… Unusual, but not terribly disgusting. She was just running errands and they had a private backyard, safe from prying eyes. Sure, that could be done.
“If I win?” The lioness inquired.
“Two full body massages.” Kyle responded. Savannah frowned. Desperately he spoke again. “And I'll do the yard this weekend.”
Savannah was surprised. She typically had to negotiate to get to two. If he offered that right off the bat, he wanted this bad. Not mention getting out of yard work. Silly hyena. “You're on.”
“Great! Midnight to midnight.” He affirmed. Savannah nodded.
Savannah got ready for bed about thirty minutes before midnight. She pissed in the toilet for the last time she'd get to for a full day, so she took her sweet time. Kyle had already zonked out and was snoring loudly, but it didn't phase her. She joined him a short while later, drifting off into a restful sleep.
The lioness had expected a lovely day to sleep in. She hadn't anticipated and early morning phone call. Sleepily, she answered, sounding as awake as she could manage.
“Hey! So Ella just called in for the day and we could really use an extra pair of paws. Can you just work the morning? There is a big party for breakfast.” Savannah heard her coworker say. She nearly groaned, but truthfully she could have used the hours.
“Yeah, I can do it. I need to be out by noon though.” She responded.
“Done! Just get in as soon as you can, okay?” Her coworker chirped.
Savannah gave a vaguely affirmative response before getting up. Gross, it was like six am still. She sighed, got to her paws and started to walk to the bathroom only to be interrupted by her husband’s voice.
“Don't suppose you're planning on pissing in there, are you?” He asked.
Savannah stopped walking, and clenched her legs together. The toilet was in sight, and had started to excite her bladder. She had forgotten their little bet. “Of course not, dear.” She said sweetly, walking over to the double glass doors opening to their backyard. The sun was just rising into the sky, truly a lovely sight as light began to filter in through the trees. She winked at Kyle before turning around, opening the door, and going outside. She padded over to the middle of the yard, feeling the soft grass under her two paws, then turning to face the bedroom. Kyle was watching curiously. The lioness decided to put on a show.
She got down to all fours, something she rarely did, making sure her rump was directly in her husband’s line of sight. Her tail lifted up and to the side as she squatted slightly. Just being in such a position made her want to release, but she wanted to make Kyle wait for it. She gave it a few seconds before her urge became overwhelming, and then let go. Her powerful stream shot into ground, kicking up steam in the cool morning air. She tossed her head to look back over her neck, licking her lips at Kyle. He had stood up attentively and come to the door. She could see him stroking his morning wood against the window.
She finished, stood up, and strutted back inside where she was met with a highly passionate kiss.
“You know I love it when you do that, Savvy.” Kyle growled, wrapping her in her arms from behind her. She felt his cock poking against her butt, precum dribbling out as he gently pressed into her. She rubbed back against him, teasing him until he groaned and began pushing harder, pawing at her body urgently. Savannah pulled away. “I have to get ready for work, love. They called me in for a short shift.” She told him with a smirk. His frustrated whimper almost made her feel bad. “But I promise, we’ll have a great time when I get home.” She murmured, turning to face him. She nuzzled into his chest, fondling his balls for a moment before going off to take a shower.
When Savannah got out, her uniform, a knee length skirt and snug fitted black top, was laid out on the bed with a cup of hot coffee and the spy watch next to it. She got dressed quickly, putting the watch on and starting to sip at the coffee. He'd made it in her to go cup, with a little cream and sugar, just how she liked it. It was considerate and something he did often, though she knew today it was not with altruistic intentions. She'd have about a four hour shift ahead of her at the little cafe she worked in as a waitress. There was no where she'd be able to relieve herself, she realized. She'd better keep that in mind throughout the day.
The sleep in her eyes as she sucked down the rest of her drink didn't help. Savannah chewed the her lip, frustrated. She didn't want to drink too much, but she needed to wake up too. One more cup would probably be fine, she reasoned. She poured another from the pot in the kitchen, gave Kyle a kiss on her way on the door, and hurried to her car.
The restaurant had hardly been open half an hour but was bustling with people when she got in. Charlotte, a deer she worked with, was visibly relieved as Savannah hustled to the back.
“Thank goodness you're here! I'm drowning.” Her hoofed friend said. Savannah nodded, getting set up as fast as she could manage. She gulped down her remaining coffee and got out onto the floor, taking orders and delivering food with a practiced speed and politeness. Guests loved her, and they loved Charlotte too. The duo always killed it when they worked together, having developed almost a sixth sense for what the other one might be needing before it was even said.
The first hour was a hectic rush of playing catch up and never fully getting there. Savannah moved gracefully around, careful to never drop a drink or plate, but the number of people was just overwhelming. She didn't even have time to think, doing her best not to pant to relieve some of the heat from her constant movement. She didn't even remember her bet with Kyle as she gulped down some ice water in the back, chugging it with urgency before dashing off to her next table.
The second hour, an ugly need started to develop. She didn't have a moment to spare to give it the time of day, but Savannah felt an all too familiar pressure building inside her. It wasn't too bad yet though. Surely it wouldn't get too much worse, she reasoned. Besides, there just wasn't time to give to it. She was too focused on her next order, her next greeting, her next drink refill.
When the third hour struck, Savannah knew she was in trouble. The tinkling of water into the glass made her clench her thighs. She didn't show it on the outside, but she was getting awfully full. Like that road trip she'd been on with Kyle where he had bet her she couldn't make it without asking him to stop. He'd been right. She had been about to burst by the time they reached that disgusting truck stop. She had stubbornly pissed behind the building, refusing to use such nasty facilities. But that wasn’t an option today. She couldn't just pee behind the restaurant. There was always someone back there smoking, and besides, what explanation could she possibly give? Determinedly, she held on, internally cursing out every customer who dared to order literally anything to drink.
Noon was fast approaching, and the lunch rush showed no signs of slowing down. Savannah was dying. Three coffees and another healthy glass of water had worked their way through the lioness. She'd had to loosen the apron tied around her waist the had just dug in so viciously. Her bladder was now pronounced as a bulge, visible to anyone who looked at her, but her black work shirt hid it fairly well. She couldn't stand still, shifting from foot to foot even when taking orders, bouncing lightly on her toes when waiting to pick up a tray. Anything she could get away with that wasn't terribly conspicuous. Well, maybe not to most, but Charlotte noticed. The deer gave her friend a concerned look. “Hun, I know we’re busy but you look like you're about to explode, go take a piss.”
Savannah blushed, but nodded. She had no idea what she was going to do, but she skittered off to the bathroom anyway, locking the door behind her. What the hell was the lioness to do? With the door closed, she shoved her paws between her legs, pushing on herself as she danced in place. Coming into the bathroom, so close to a toilet, made her urge positively overwhelming. She HAD to piss and soon. She looked around desperately, but saw nothing that could help her. Until she looked at the ground. That was it, her saving grace. The overflow drain.
Moving carefully, Savannah stood over the drain. How would she do this without getting piss everywhere? She'd just had control the flow, she thought. She squatted down, making sure she was centered over the drain, before gently letting go. It was torture. She ached to just piss away, no thought to trying to hold it back so it could flow down the drain cleanly without getting all over the rest of the floor. Her bladder throbbed, trying to push her urine out faster, but she held it back as a clean stream began tinkling down.
There was no relief at first. Trying to pee while not fully letting go was incredibly difficult. Savannah had to fight her own body every step of the way, but slowly her urgency started to subside. What may have normally been a fairly quick piss was slow, drawn out. She started to get nervous, this was taking too long and she needed to get back to work, but she just couldn't fully cut off her flow. After well over a minute, she finished, sighing with relief. That felt so much better. She washed her paws, and got back to work with a smile. Kyle would enjoy watching that video later.
She got off work a little late, deciding to run a few errands before she'd head home. For a little more fun, she stopped at a 7-11 too. She grabbed one of the almost comically large cups, the double big gulp, and filled it to the brim with a half water half Powerade mixture. Kyle always thought it was a weird drink of choice, but Savannah liked it. She paid out, the walked herself to the car. She buckled in, got out her phone, and took a selfie of her sucking on her straw with the ridiculously sized drink prominently displayed, before sending it off to her husband. He'd have a boner she could cut glass with by the time she got home. She slid her purse into the seat beside her and took a long sip.
As Savannah started the car, her phone dinged. Kyle had responded with a pair of emojis, a face with giant excited eyes and a sweat drop on top, and a heart. She smirked, pulled her camera up, and too a quick video of herself drinking enthusiastically, before sending it off as well. Kyle responded quickly again. A picture of under his work desk, showing a very obvious erection.
Another text came in. “You following the rules? ;)”
“You won't believe what I had to do at work.”
“Oh yeah? You want to tell me?”
“No, you can find out when I get home. But you're going to love it ;)”
She guided her car onto the freeway. Home was a short fifteen minute drive away. Her phone dinged again, but she didn't check it. Hubby was going to have to wait.
Dutifully, Savannah drank her Powerade as she drove home. Kyle worked in IT and could typically leave early if it wasn't a busy day. She had a feeling he'd get home shortly after she did, and she wanted to be ready. Truthfully, she thoroughly enjoyed indulging him. When she did this, he was ravenous for her, an almost feral level of passion and desire that didn't often get awoken in her beloved chubby hyena. She could feel her pussy getting wet with anticipation as she pulled into their driveway. Her belly was now slightly bloated, and her cup was noticeably lighter.
She put away the groceries she had picked up as part of her errands, tidied the kitchen a little, then went to vacuum. About forty minutes had passed and she was feeling a certain pressure start to build below her waist. Once she had finished tidying things up, she undressed. Savannah didn't like to wear clothes in the house. She considered going outside to pee before Kyle arrived, but thought he'd be home soon and she knew he'd love it if she waited. So she waited, making herself comfortable on the couch and flipping on a show on her tv.
It didn't take long for her urge to grow. With how long she'd waited in the morning, the stamina to do something like that again just wasn't there. Savannah began to get a little concerned, but heard the front door click open. The lioness grinned, cast her blanket aside, and spread out on the couch. Her breasts were on full display, and she parted her pussy lips with a paw.
“Savvy? You home?”
“In the living room, babe.” She called out. Kyle quickly came into view. He licked his lips, his eyes loving but almost hungry. He didn't waste any time, crossing the room to his wife. He took the unoccupied cushion on the couch, running his paws up and down Savannah, then leaning in to start licking at her pussy. He took care, long, slow licks, touching the edge of her clit but not focusing on it fully yet. Savannah shivered, Kyle had always been so good with his tongue. The tightness from her bladder only enhanced everything her lover was doing. He kept going, more and more emphasis on her clit, slowly working in his fingers, until the lioness was writhing, on the verge of orgasm, when she pushed his face away.
“K-kyle.” She panted, wanting him to continue but also needing to warn him of what was about to happen. “If you make me cum, I am going to piss.”
Kyle growled hungrily before diving back in. He could smell Savannah’s arousal and taste the droplets that had started to leak out. Nothing was stopping him now.
Savannah was unable to hold back any longer as Kyle licked her just right. Her body tensed, she felt every muscle tighten, and then release as she came hard, her orgasm radiating outward until even the tips of her toes tingled. She roared in pleasure as the walls of her pussy clamped onto Kyle’s fingers, gripping at them as though trying to keep them inside her, pulsating like she wanted them to come in her. Sure enough, piss began to jet out with nothing stopping it. Kyle kept licking for a few moments, but had to pull back as her fluids began to overwhelm him.
Savannah’s orgasm continued until her pee slowed to a trickle. She panted heavily, staring lovingly at her husband. At some point he'd removed his pants. As soon as the lioness had her breath back, she started to stroke her lover’s cock. She moved her pussy close without putting it in, rubbing herself along the outside until the hyena tried to push himself in. Then she pulled back, not quite letting him, but not taking herself fully away either, continuing to tease his throbbing dick with her slick warmth, until he couldn't take it any longer. Kyle growled, holding Savannah down against the couch and shoving himself inside her. She fought back, loving the sensation of being taken, but her was just too strong. He began to thrust hard, and Savannah moaned as she submitted to him.
Kyle kept going in missionary for a time, then pulled out. He grabbed her roughly, pushing her off the couch and onto all fours on the ground, before lining himself behind her and thrusting in again. Still so sensitive from earlier, Savannah felt herself nearing another orgasm. She clenched tightly to Kyle’s dick, feeling it throb inside her. Savannah roared again as Kyle pushed her over the edge. Impossibly, more piss dripped out of her. Kyle, after the morning and the earlier teasing, couldn't hold back any longer. His load poured into his wife, filling her pussy with cum.
They stayed there for a time, before collapsing to the floor in a spent, sweaty heap. Savannah nuzzled into her husband's belly. He had a bit of chub, but she liked it there. It was comfy. “I love you, Kyle.”
“I love you too, Savvy.” Her murmured back, reaching down to stroke her hair.
It had been a good day so far, and with half of that insane drink left, Savvy was pretty sure it was only going to get better. |
VALERIE 16 - LIMEHOUSE
Jack taxied the Embraer E190 jet to the apron in front of London City Airport's terminal building. Guided by a marshaller on the ground, he turned the aircraft on to the stand, positioned it nose-outwards and applied the parking brake. As the ground crew chocked the nose-wheel and plugged in ground power, Jack and his captain ran through the challenges and responses of the Leaving Aircraft checklist, shutting down the engines, turning off the seatbelt signs (though, Jack thought wryly, half of his passengers would have been on their feet as soon as the aircraft appeared to stop moving) and switching off aircraft systems before finally turning their attention to the inevitable paperwork.
After the passengers had disembarked, Jack and the other crew members walked over to the duty room to sign off. He stowed his belongings in his locker then walked the short distance to the Docklands Light Railway station to wait for one of the automated trains to take him on the twenty minute ride to Limehouse and his flat.
He would be back at work tomorrow but for now he could turn his thoughts to the pleasant subject of Emily.
From the moment he first met Emily at a party, Jack had been attracted to this beautiful, intelligent, kind and rather shy girl and still could not quite believe his luck that she seemed to feel the same about him. Over the following weeks and months attraction had developed into deep love and he was absolutely sure that Emily was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
And there was something more. Something that he had never felt before and that puzzled him. He liked it when Emily wet herself.
Where had that come from?
Admittedly, his main interest throughout his teens and early twenties had been flying. He had progressed from hanging around the local flying club doing odd jobs in return for the chance of a ride to studying for his private pilot's licence. That had been followed by two intensive years at flying school working towards his instrument rating, his multi-engine licence and eventually the Airline Transport Pilot's Licence that he now held and that would allow him to progress to Captain in due course. Once qualified and employed he had spent several months learning every detail of every system on the Embraer E170 and E190 jets that he now flew.
Of course he had gone out with girls during this time - quite a lot of girls actually - but it had simply never occurred to him that he would feel anything other than sympathy for their embarrassment if one of them had accidentally wet themselves. Not that any of them had, come to think of it.
It was on the evening that Emily came to his flat to spend the night with him for the first time that he realised he found the sight of a girl wetting herself intensely erotic. The lift had broken down and Emily, who had urgently needed to go to the loo, had been unable to wait until an engineer arrived and released them. She had been distressed at her loss of control and of course he had played the gentleman, reassuring her that it really did not matter, when in fact he had been sexually excited by the sight of her making a puddle on the lift floor as she had helplessly wet her knickers beneath her elegant party dress. [Valerie 8]
At first he had felt deeply ashamed of his reaction but was reassured by Emily's relaxed, even amused, response to his rather earnest confession. Furthermore, his ten day visit to her family's Italian villa, where Emily, her sisters Valerie and Amanda and even their mother Angela would wet themselves without any inhibitions whatsoever, had revealed to him that he was far from alone in finding it erotic. Tom, Valerie's boyfriend, certainly shared his interest and it seemed that Peter and Callum might also be of the same mind.
He was delighted that Emily had chosen to return to London with him whilst he completed his current series of rostered flying duties, even though he was all too well aware how basic his Limehouse bachelor flat must seem to her. What is more they would soon be returning together to the Italian villa for several more days off.
His train arrived. In half an hour he would be back at his flat where Emily would be waiting for him.
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That summer Emily had graduated, rather to her surprise, with a First Class Honours degree in fine art. Although she intended to have a relaxing summer before starting her career, she had taken the opportunity of her return to London to do some job hunting.
That morning she had travelled into central London to follow up two invitations for interviews with art galleries. Afterwards she browsed the local Asian supermarkets, returning to Jack's Limehouse flat with lamb, olive oil, onions, rice, garlic, ginger, fresh and preserved lemons, spices, black olives, a perky bunch of coriander and some fresh apricots.
Though not as hot as Tuscany, London was warm and humid so, after opening the windows of the flat as wide as they would go, she took off her interview suit and padded into the kitchen in her bra and panties.
She downed a glass of water before tying the only available apron - a large, striped masculine thing - round her slim waist, chopping the onions, the garlic, the ginger and the coriander, trimming fat off the lamb and tossing it in the spices. She mixed the ingredients together in a bowl and poured olive oil and lemon juice over them, covered the bowl with a plate and left it in the kitchen to marinate.
Removing the apron she went through to the living room and browsed the handful books on the shelf, hoping to find something to while away the next couple of hours. 'A Pilot's Guide to Meteorology'? Not much romantic interest there, she imagined. 'The Official Tottenham Hotspur Annual 2005'? She gave up.
She looked around the flat. What is it with boys, she wondered? The flat was perfectly clean and tidy but there were none of the homely touches a girl would add. Apart from a couple of comfortable old leather armchairs the furniture was sparse, basic and mismatched. Nor were there any carpets on the vinyl floor, just a few rugs. Mind you, that could be useful....
Still wearing only a bra and panties, Emily curled up in one of the big leather armchairs, a fresh glass of water by her side. The soporific warmth of the afternoon was beginning to make her feel rather erotic. She loved Jack on every level but his performance in bed took her to heights of arousal she had never known existed. Tonight, she decided, would be such a night.
And she knew what Jack liked.
Jack liked it when she wets herself.
And that could easily be arranged.
She was discovering that Jack's preferences did not seem to be all that unusual. She had known for some time that Tom enjoys it when Valerie wets herself - the three sisters have no secrets from each other! - but it came as a complete surprise to Emily when Valerie suggested that her father felt the same about her mother. Yet looking back on her childhood and remembering the banter between them she wondered how she had been so naive as to not notice something so obvious. And now it looked as though Amanda's new boyfriend Callum might be of the same mind. Good thing, really, given Amanda's casual insouciance about wetting herself.
At her parents' Tuscan villa Emily had never bothered to walk from the pool to the house for a pee - not when she could just stand on the lawn with her legs apart and pee through her bikini as she and her family had done for as long as she could remember - and she would sometimes prefer to wet her knickers discreetly rather than use an unpleasant public lavatory but she had never regarded these things as anything other than simple practicalities.
She still recoiled from the idea of an embarrassing accident in public but now, knowing how it pleased Jack - and knowing what that led to - she was beginning to find the sensation of wetting herself in private exciting and erotic.
Her bladder was beginning to fill up. Curled up here in this big leather chair on this warm, drowsy afternoon it would be the easiest thing in the world to just let go....
Not yet.
She went back to the kitchen, re-filled her water glass and looked for something to cook her ingredients in. Whilst she did not expect to find the earthenware tagine that her dish called for, she had at least hoped for an ordinary casserole. No such luck, just two saucepans, only one of which had a lid. After frying the lamb and the onion in the one and only frying pan she put all of the ingredients into the saucepan, covered them with boiling water and set it on the hob over a low heat.
She looked at LCY flight arrivals on her mobile phone. Jack's plane was more or less on time so he should be home in a couple of hours.
She showered, taking the opportunity to pee, then padded naked into Jack's - correction their - bedroom. She put on a fresh little pair of white cotton hipster briefs before carrying her hairdryer into the living room so that she could sit in the leather armchair to use the only available electric socket to dry her long, dark, wavy hair. No mirror. Really, if she was going to spend much time in this flat there would have to be some changes!
Back to the bedroom for a white cotton tie-up shirt that left her suntanned midriff bare. No need for a bra. Finally, she selected a provocative little mini-kilt that she would never wear in public but that she knew drove Jack wild.
She walked barefoot through to the kitchen and drank another glass of water. If she kept on drinking water at this rate she would soon need to pee again. But that was OK. All part of the plan.
She checked the contents of the saucepan on the hob - coming along fine. She prepared two bowls of salad with cherry tomatoes and put them in the fridge.
She opened a bottle of red wine, set the little table in the kitchen, adding a pretty paper tablecloth and small bunch of flowers in a glass, and started to heat water in the only other saucepan, ready to cook rice.
Now she really did need a wee.
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Hearing the sound of Jack's key in the door, she filled two glasses with chilled Pinot Grigio. With a smile she handed one to Jack as he came into the kitchen.
'He looks devilishly handsome in his pilot's uniform' Emily thought to herself approvingly.
'She really is all girl!' Jack thought to himself approvingly. 'And that saucy little mini-kilt! I wonder if the little minx knows what it does to me?'
He removed his uniform cap and put it on her head before taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. His hand slipped under her skirt and caressed her bottom through her white cotton panties. Feeling him harden with desire against her she pulled away from him, laughing. "No time for that now, dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes."
"I've just done Paris and back - twice!" he complained. "Is one kiss all I get after dodging thunderstorms and dealing with French air traffic control all day?"
She gave him a smouldering look. "That's all you get - for now" she said.
Jack went to shower and change. Emily put the rice in the boiling water and tried to turn the heat down. She quickly found that the cooker thermostat wasn't working - it was either full power or off. If the rice was not to boil over she would need to stand there for the next fifteen minutes turning it off and on until the rice was cooked.
She was bursting!
Ten minutes later, Jack came back into the kitchen, freshly showered and wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Emily was standing by the cooker, swearing under her breath and moving restlessly from foot to foot.
"This bloody cooker!" she exclaimed. "How the hell do you ever cook a meal on it?
"Never tried" Jack replied, leaning in the kitchen doorway and taking a sip of white wine. "I just send out for pizza or a curry."
"I can't leave the rice or it will boil over and I'm dying for a wee!"
A few moments later Emily tensed and stood still. A small trickle of pee pattered on to the floor between her feet and a few droplets tracked its way down the insides of her legs. It had the intended effect.
"Oh Jack!" she gasped "I can't wait!"
Jack came over and stood close behind her as he had done at the Palio. He put his hands on her hips under her tiny kilt and nuzzled her neck behind her ear. Once again she felt him hard against her. "Just do it here, on the floor" he said in a husky voice.
Emily did as she was told.
When she had finished wetting herself Jack, all too aware of the bulge in his shorts, retrieved a bath towel from the laundry basket and passed it to Emily. She dried her legs and feet, making sure to give him a good view of her wet panties in the process. "Excuse me whilst I get changed" she said. "I'll do the laundry and give the floor a good wash tomorrow."
Jack dropped the towel on to the floor to soak up the flood, stirred it round with his foot and pushed it into the corner. Then he poured two glasses of the red wine and two glasses of water.
Emily returned and served delicious, tender lamb fragrant with spices. It was, Jack thought, by far the best meal that had ever been produced in his kitchen, though perhaps that was not saying much. He took care to keep their glasses topped up as they discussed Emily's interviews that morning and he produced a bottle of of Muscat to go with the apricots that rounded off the meal. Emily, who was feeling pleasantly light-headed, took a long drink of water to counter the effects of the wine.
Jack made coffee as he cleared away the remains of the meal (he did at least have a cafetière, Emily noticed) and they walked through to the living room. He took one of the big leather armchairs and, instead of taking the other, she snuggled on to his lap, sipping her coffee. She took care to ensure that her skirt was spread out - she already needed to pee again and the wine was having a disinhibiting effect on her.
In a slightly slurred voice, she asked about his day. Was his captain a nice man to work with?
"She's fine" he replied.
She?? Emily supposed she should not be surprised, female flight deck crew were not at all unusual these days, but nevertheless she felt a small spark of jealousy against this unknown woman who had spent the day in close proximity to her Jack.
"Do you - always fly with the same captain?" she asked in what she hoped sounded like mere polite interest. Her bladder was now sending urgent signals but she was not ready to drop the subject yet.
"Oh no, there are well over a hundred captains and about the same number of co-pilots on my fleet so it may be months before we fly with the same person again. It's a good system because it means that the only way we can all work together is for everybody to operate by the book and that prevents over-familiar crews developing bad habits."
Emily was somewhat reassured by this. She did not want Jack developing bad habits with any woman except her.
'If I don't go to the loo very soon it will be too late' she thought. She didn't go to the loo.
She laid her head on Jack's shoulder and looked up at him with a serious expression. "And today's captain - was she good looking?"
Jack reflected on his colleague - in her fifties, stockily built, her hair swept back into a severe iron-grey bun. "Not especially...." he said thoughtfully.
He paused. "But the stewardess, on the other hand...."
Reaching for a cushion, Emily hit him over the head. It developed into a play fight, with Emily kicking, squealing and giggling in Jack's arms.
Emily felt a spurt of warmth between her legs as she lost control momentarily. "Stop!" she pleaded "I need a wee! Now!"
Jack did not let her go. He ran his hand up her thigh and slipped it under her bottom. "It feels like you've already started" he murmured, feeling her damp knickers.
"That's your fault, you big bully!" Emily protested. "Quick, let me up or I'll wee in your lap!"
"Lucky for me you wouldn't dare!"
But Emily did dare. |
This is a three part story that was meant to be a few episodes longer before writer's block hit me. I've been suggested to post it here and see if the comments of the community gave me any new idea to continue. Also, if you're a grammar nazi, by all means don't restrain yourself. English is not my first language, corrections are appriciated.
Anyway, part one:
I met Samantha (Sam for friends) in high school. You wouldn't call her a beauty: short, the face a tad too thin and long, the jaw and chin a bit too angular, skinny to a fault (despite seemingly having a black hole installed inside her stomach, if you had to guess by how much she eats), basically flat chested.
Her surly attitude and a seriously bad case of Bitchy Resting Face Syndrome didn't help making her popular, but it's one of those cases when actually there's plenty of sweetness and charm under a thick rough crust created by extreme shyness.
I was attending an art school; five years in total, at the end of the second year you had to choose a "specialization" path for the remaining three, which meant that at that point you basically ended up in an entirely new class, with new people. The first day of the third year I sat next to her because she was a somewhat familiar face. She was in another class during the previous two years so I never actually interacted with her, but I knew about her reputation and, being quite shy myself, I appreciated the idea of being paired with the quiet loner one for the first few days in the new class while I tried to gauge the new classmates at my own pace.
After a few days of mostly silence, during a lunch break, she started off by introducing herself as "the coarsest girl ever". I looked at her, neatly dressed, properly seated, a reasonable level of table manners, and couldn't help but laugh and point at another girl at the opposite side of the room, spreading on her chair, chewing loudly with her mouth open and being the epicentre of a small but violent dust storm of bread crumbs. Sam frowned and answered "You don't know me yet."
It turns out that her definition of "coarse" is cursing like a sailor and having a special brand of dry, inappropriate, cynic and deadpan sense of humour; when she saw that I'm not turned away by the first (I can't care less, in fact) and that I'm actually quite fond of the latter, she started to mellow.
It took almost a year to crack the outer shell and make her feel at ease with me, but when it happened, she became one of my best friends, and we're still in touch to this day.
Once you pierce through her armour, she goes from fully restrained and secretive to fully unrestrained and open basically overnight. It's as if she has all this boiling steam inside and when you poke a hole through the containment, it vents out on you all in one go.
At that point we talked and joked about almost everything; her sense of humour included a talent for finding innuendos and double entendres, which lead to somewhat open talks about sexual topics, which in the end lead our friendship to occasionally cross into the field of friends with benefits. It's worth telling the story of the first time we had sex even though it has nothing to do with pee, because it shines some light on our relationship and Sam's true personality.
We were in Paris for a school trip, visiting art museums; in my class there were twenty students, eighteen girls and only two boys. This required careful planning on the professors' part. There were six rooms booked for the students: four large ones, with four beds, and two smaller, two beds rooms. Us boys got one of the small ones, Sam and another girl got the other two bed room, all the other girls were put in the four beds ones. Ironically, I wasn't the one the professors were keeping an eye on: my fellow male classmate had a girlfriend and they took care to keep them separated by putting her in one of the four bed rooms.
We were dragged around the city for the whole day for several days in a row, probably endeavouring to physically tire us in a further attempt to prevent "inappropriate behaviours".
Of course it was all for nothing, as, a couple of days in, some switcheroo happened at night: I was booted out of my room, the girlfriend took my place, Sam's room-mate went in the large four bed room left by the girlfriend because the other three girls didn't want me, so I ended up with Sam in the other small room.
It may seem a theme in our relationship, but I honestly had no naughty plans, nor with Sam, nor with any of the other girls involved; it just happened. Even more ironically, it all started with a slightly insulting joke on Sam's lack of curves.
As soon as I settled in, we of course started talking and joking about what was probably going on in the other room.
"We're going to behave in this room, however", I said at one point. "Besides, if you take off that pyjama jacket I'll have a hard time distinguishing the chest from the shoulder blades." Don't think it was mean, jokes like this were a common occurrence between us, and she was more than capable of answering back, which was what I was expecting.
She didn't fight back, though. Instead, she said "That's unfair because I can't yell back at you as it'll cause troubles. I'm not mad though, I know you speak out of ignorance, so I'll have to school you."
She pulled her jacket up, revealing her naked tiny boobs, and pointed at her nipples. "See these darker pink thingies? They mark the front side. Downstairs there are other clues as well."
Being a diligent pupil, I had to study said clues in depth (in a somewhat literal sense too), and that was the beginning of our on and off sexual relationship; nothing too serious nor too continuative, we talked about it WAY more than we did anything (at least together).
It turns out that despite our frankness about sex and our occasional indulgence in it, there was one thing we both hid from each other: our pee fetish. This is the story of how I discovered it, and possibly it opens the way for the stories of the subsequent escapades this discovery led to.
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A few years after high school ended, we were having a New Year's Eve party at a friend's vacation house in the Alps. It was a thin and tall town house in a small village, with four floors: there was the entrance floor at street level, with the kitchen and a living room; above it, two other floors with a couple of small rooms each and a bathroom. Finally, a large basement room, which, since the house was built on a slope, was partially underground on the road side but had a balcony that opened on the valley on the opposite side.
We had the party in the large basement. At about two in the morning, we were all drunk enough that things went tranquil and that the crowd split in smaller groups which moved from the basement to other rooms in the house for quieter chats; me and Sam ended up in the small room with a sofa on the top floor, where she was planning to sleep. I'll make it clear that we were not wasted, just tipsy enough to be more inclined than usual to joke, laugh and be silly, and probably overstep some inhibitions. And therefore we joked, laughed and behaved silly.
At some point she said, "Stop acting like an idiot, if I keep laughing like this I'll pee myself!”
I promptly ignored her, and after a while, matter-of-factly, she added "There, now you did it. Happy?" and laughed a bit more.
Thinking she was joking, I told her to go eff herself. She didn't bother to argue, she just lifted her skirt to show that indeed there was a small wet patch on her green panties. It was the first time I ever saw actual peed garments in person, so I probably stared at them longer than I should have. Anyway, she pulled her skirt back down, got up and said "I'd better go to the bathroom before you make me make a mess. I'll have to sleep in here, you know."
I was thinking at that wet patch, happy that I was lucky enough to have a female friend who was in the habit of pulling up her clothes and expose her private parts to prove her point.
I was wondering if she just wanted to provoke me a bit, maybe a reprise of that first time we slept together years ago, when Sam came back, locked the door, sat on her ankle in front of me and asked, straight to the point: "Do you like peed panties?"
I don't know why, I didn't want to confess her this fetish, so I just said "Don't be silly."
"You were staring at them a few minutes ago."
"Well, of course, I tend to watch when a girl pulls up her skirt in front of me, you know. Also, the fabric was sticky enough that I could almost see your pussy through it."
"Nonsense, you've seen my pussy before, and with nothing in the way obstructing the view to boot." You could argue that no matter how many times you've had sex with someone, you'll always find her private parts arousing, but alcohol is not conducive to logic debates, and besides I had the impression that she was trying to go somewhere with that topic.
Indeed, since I wasn't answering, she went on, "I enjoy them."
"Wet panties?"
"No, biscuits. Of course it's pissed panties, that's what we're talking about! You know, sometimes when my flatmate is not at home and I don't have to go out, I just pee in my pants whenever I need. If I feel really frisky I keep them on for the rest of the day and pee through them again later a couple more times. It depends." She shrugged and smirked.
At this point, despite my best effort, I felt my penis standing to attention, and she noticed it despite my attempts to change position to hide it (or possibly because of that).
She put a hand on my crotch, where I was somewhat literally pitching a tent with the fabric of my trousers, and said "Gotcha! I knew it!", then she leaned on me and whispered in my ear "You know, I actually just did it in the bathroom".
"What?" I'm actually not that dumb, I was just trying yet again to keep up the appearances for some silly reason.
"Ate a biscuit", she answered, and smirked again. She adjusted her position, raised her skirt once more and showed me a much wider and wetter patch on her panties, starting from her crotch and shooting up between her butt cheeks. There was no "almost" there, I could clearly see the fabric, now semitransparent, clenching to everything, her pussy lips, her dark bush, her buttocks. And there was no "almost" in terms of my erection as well, no sense in faking anything now.
I was speechless because up to that point pee had always been nothing more than a naughty fantasy for me; I watched videos and read several sexy stories on the topic, but never acted on it nor felt the need to bring it in a sexual relationship. I did not know how to react, whether to go all in or back away and keep it a mere fantasy, but in the end I did not have to take any decision, as Sam was already unzipping and pulling down my pants, so I let her take control of the operations.
She sat on my right thigh and while I was registering the feeling of warm peed panties (and her pussy through them) pressed against the naked skin of my leg, she started humping the thigh and jerking me with the right hand. Then, when humping stopped being enough, she slipped the left hand inside her panties, all while I was just there, like an idiot, not contributing to anything. Anyway she seemed quite capable and content to do all by herself and we both reached a powerful orgasm. After we regained our breath, Sam took off her pants, still damp and still warm, used them to clean up my sperm and wipe herself, and threw everything in a small plastic bag she picked from the travelling bag she had with her for this short vacation.
She cheekily licked one damp finger winking at me, then curled up against me on the small sofa, where we cuddled a bit before falling asleep. The next morning we were quite aware of what happened, but she downplayed it as "another one of our escapades" and a weak attempt to discuss the pee fetish was met with "we will, but not now." Anyway I didn't feel nor I had the impression she was feeling any kind of regret, and in fact the first day of the new year went on business as usual (and indeed some months later I had the confirmation that not only nothing bad happened that night, it was actually the start of something better that I'll tell you next time).
Bonus fact, Sam had no spare panties, so she went around commando-style for the rest of the next day until we went back home. Thankfully her skirt was thick and long enough to hide it. I obliquely teased her a bit about it, but with her usual style she answered "If you dare let anybody know, I'll kick your balls till they come out of your ears." |
Thank you all! I hate that I can't edit posts or the title after a while. Oh, well, I guess we're stuck with "Sam and me".
Here's part two, anyway:
It took a while, after that New Year's Eve party, before the topic resurfaced.
Sam and I had our usual quasi-daily chats while working (we are both freelance graphic designers/visual artists, which means that our computers are turned on basically the whole day, that we spend a lot of time in front of them, and that nobody is going to bother us if we take small breaks to type things in the Facebook chat or on Skype from time to time), but it was business as usual: asking suggestions, comparing works, making snarky comments on something idiotic the client of the moment asked or said, a bit of news/mood-of-the-day; stuff like that.
Pee entered our conversation once when we were videochatting on Skype on a Friday evening (yeah, lame, I know), with vague discussions on when it started, what we like, where the boundaries are, etc.
Don’t get your fantasy geared up, it was an almost clinical discussion; what I gathered was that Sam was already experimenting with this fetish for quite some time when we first met, that it had been a domestic and private affair she didn't feel the need to share with anybody else until recently, that she loved the feeling of wetness and heat on her skin and occasionally liked the taste, and that the boundaries were hormones-dependant: in the heat of the moment she could be naughty and careless, but when the arousal settled down, she wanted her and her stuff to be fresh and clean as quickly as possible. She also added that her pee fetish seemed to have some sort of slow cycle, swinging over the course of months between mild obsession to almost total lack of interest irregardless of the sexual drive of the moment.
On my side, I told her that I discovered it through internet surfing, that I like to watch but never had nor felt the need to have any direct experience prior to our night at the party, so I didn't really know where my boundaries were, but I love nonchalance and confidence over anything else and that I don't care and sometimes I'm even turned off by pain and desperation, feeling or even only pretending to feel shame, humiliation, regret, and such; also, as stupid as it may sound for someone with this fetish, I’m a bit germophobe, so I too am not too fond of feeling dirty/smelly.
She said, "If you like to watch, I'll give you something to look at sooner or later", winked and that was it for the topic that evening, and for the immediate future. What a tease!
Soon after that day, every freelancer’s favourite time started: the deadline traffic jam season. Scientists should investigate it. I’m ready to testify that clients are a special race of human beings who periodically go in hibernation, then wake up all at the same time in specific months and call you one after the other with jobs that must be completed at all costs for the day before yesterday. Two peculiarities of the lingo of this weird race is that “for the day before yesterday” is meant to be taken literally, while “at all costs” is just an idiom that doesn’t actually refer to any kind of pecuniary aspect; don’t let common sense, a dictionary or the laws of physics fool you.
My deadline crunch time was acceptable, but Sam’s seemed really bad. I could see her getting progressively more and more frantic on our Skype chat until, about three weeks later, I got a mid-afternoon Skype videocall. As I accepted it I was greeted by an extreme close-up of Sam's teeth, a fraction of a second before having my ears blown off by the scream “DONE!”
She was shouting straight into the webcam’s microphone “The end! Finished! Completed! Archived! Sent! Job done! Case closed! Other synonyms I can’t come up with now! I’m FREE!”
I meekly peeled my eardrums off the wall behind me while she added “Half a day in advance as well. I am indeed the best”, then put the webcam down and adjusted the angle to give me a complete framing of the scene as she ostentatiously put her feet on the desk with her legs crossed and leaned back on her chair with one hand behind her head; she was trying hard to give her best cartoony arrogant boss impression. She reach out of the frame to pick up a bottle and took a good sip of water acting as if it was some kind of rare and expensive wine.
“Brilliant”, I replied, stone-faced. “You know what happens when you deliver earlier than expected? Enjoy tighter deadlines next time.”
“You’re just jealous because you can’t sprawl on your chair like this.” Another sip of her pretend precious wile, this time with her pinky pointing up. Deliberately boorish, you had to admire it.
“I still have a couple of things to do, but I’m in no hurry. What are you going to do now, with your reacquired freedom?”
“The same thing I do every time a complete a deadline, Pinky. Masturbate furiously”, with her usual sarcastic smirk.
“Thank goodness you started a videochat, then.”
“It was a joke, you literal wanker. Plus, YOU still have work to do. Focus. I know I’m irresistible, but don’t let me distract you.”
We chat idly as I went on working, standard bantering, occasional teasing, our usual stuff. She was lazily browsing the web while we talked, I guess; I could occasionally hear Facebook notification sounds, or a muffled Youtube video. She casually took a couple more sips here and there. I didn’t really pay that much attention to the chat window, I was mostly focussed on Photoshop and the job.
It took a while, but finally my brain registered that Sam’s answers had become monosyllabic and the sounds in the background had changed. A faint static noise with occasional hissing, squishy sounds and some short panting.
I moved my eyes from the monitor with Photoshop to the one with the chat window and saw that her expression had changed too. She was very intently watching in what I presumed was the direction where her computer screen was.
“Sam?”
“Mmmmm?”
“Sam, what are you doing?” I asked with that kind of tone you’d use when talking to an unruly kid.
“I’ve... got distracted.”
“Sam, are you seriously watching porn?” Same tone.
“Ehm...”
“While we’re chatting?”
“It’s not my fault.”
“Of course not. This time you were really convinced that Pornhub had finally started broadcasting MyMiniPony cartoons and you just wanted to check that.”
“It just… happened. You browse Reddit… you absent-mindedly include some ‘special’ subreddits, just out of habit… you follow a couple of posted links… you land on something interesting… comfy bladder pressure... a couple of weeks of built-up steam that lowers your common sense… Linda won’t be home until after dinner...” (Linda is her flatmate, in case you’re wondering).
Another couple of moaning from the video lead to a couple of moaning from Sam, who in the meantime had changed her pose slightly, her legs still crossed but more open, caressing her crotch with the tip of her right hand.
“On second thought, I might actually revise my previously stated opinion and distract you too.” She panted.
I decided to just shut up. Sam was wearing white thick socks, grey sweatpants and a loose dark blue hoodie, the least sexy outfit you could think of (and you can just imagine how baggy it looked on someone as skinny as her), nevertheless I find there’s something magic about a girl truly enjoying herself, and there was only so much tease she could take before she could decide to sent me to hell and close the call.
Sam started biting her lower lip and grabbed one boob with the free hand. She opened her mouth and ran her thumb on her lips and slipped down a bit more on the chair.
Once again biting her lower lip and caressing her chest with one hand, she slipped the other one inside her pants; her eyes nailed on the screen and her mouth opened, shaped like an O, as if she was looking at the most unbelievably erotic scene ever. She closed her eye, bit her lip once more and the hand inside her pants started moving more deliberately.
Suddenly she put her feet on the ground, sitting near the edge of her chair with her legs wide open, her back arched and her left arm straight behind her back to steady herself. With a deeper sigh she stopped caressing her pussy, peeled her eyes off the monitor to look down at her crotch as a dark patch appeared and quickly spread on the fabric, soon followed by a pool forming between her legs and a cascade of pee rolling off the edge of the chair and rumbling as it hit the floor.
She started rubbing her pussy again while the pee was still flowing, sighing more loudly, and as the flood ended she gave a couple of stronger, faster strokes before peeling her hand out of the pants. She watched down ecstatically at her wet crotch, caressing the borders of the patch with both hands before collapsing back on the chair. She dragged her left hand up her torso to her mouth and started sucking one finger while the right hand went straight back inside her pants, moving quickly and deliberately. Her eyes closed, her moaning and panting raised until a final, deep and slow breath signalled that she reached her orgasm. She opened her eyes and looked down at her crotch with a dreamy expression, then gave a quick glance at the monitor where she probably saw that I wasn’t wasting the show she was giving to me, and smiled, peeled her hand out of her pants only to move it on the wet patch, using her middle finger to lazily caress her pussy through the fabric a bit more until I came.
She adjusted her position and curled her legs on the chair, I don’t know if oblivious or deliberately seeking for the pee puddle on it, and we sat there for a short time doing a bit of small talk that was meant to be telematic cuddling but soon switched back to our regular bantering.
“You really got it bad, do you?” I said at one point.
“I’ll admit I’m going through the mildly obsessive phase, plus this idea of bringing someone else in all this came out of nowhere and doesn’t seem to want to go away for the time being.”
“I’m not complaining.”
”Thank goodness I know this really nice guy who is being a good test subject.” Wink. “Now this is getting cold and sticky and unpleasant, I’d better clean up and shower before Linda comes home.” She blew me a kiss and closed the call.
I tried my best to concentrate back on the job I had to finish, but it wasn’t easy, I tell you.
Edited August 2, 2018 by Bear789
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Again, thank all of you very much!
Third and (so far) final part. I'm not entirely happy with this one, it's kinda short and straight to the point, it lacks the banter I enjoyed writing in the other two.
What is blocking me when it comes to writing new chapers is not the lack of ideas for the sexy part, is the lack of ideas for the framing, plus I'm a bit torn because I believe I managed to stay within a certain level of realism/believability; I feel there should be some escalation of the erotic content, yet I fear it'll start making things feel fake and exaggerated. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it.
When I finally finished my jobs, towards the end of the month, I invited Sam at my place for lunch. I once again swear I did not plan for anything naughty on that specific day (although I definitely wanted to explore the options for the near future), I just wanted to spend some quality time with a dear friend without her flatmate in the way: they're not really friends, so Sam is always a bit restrained when she's around. This time I wanted the full Funny Coarse Sam Experience, and I wanted it live, so we chose my apartment, where I live alone, to let her feel fully at ease to unleash her personality.
Besides, I enjoy cooking and I'm quite good at it, I wasn't in the mood for restaurants or takeaway food, and if you'll ever see Sam approaching a stove, run for your life and be prepared to hire a professional cleaning crew for the aftermath. Or torch the whole building in the worst case scenario.
She arrived in the late morning, wearing a jumper, shirt, jeans, flat shoes, and dragging her usual handbag (which I always suspected being a luggage trying - and failing miserably - to cosplay as a handbag).
We had a nice and fun and chatty morning as I was preparing our lunch (Sam was in a really good mod and her wit was in an extraordinary shape), had a pleasant time during the meal, then Sam offered to wash the dishes and that's when things took an unexpected yet enjoyable turn.
While she was rinsing the dishes, she suddenly said, "This cold water is a stab at my poor bladder!"
I quickly turn towards her and saw a dark, shiny patch expanding between her legs; I dragged my eyes up, saw her cheeky smirk and decided to play along. I started to move towards her, but she stopped me with "Don't be greedy. Also I have to finish the chores first", which she did.
The patch stopped expanding, she must've leaked just enough to wet the jeans, but I couldn't peel my eyes off it while Sam moved around the kitchen to finish cleaning stuff, went out on the balcony to put the garbage in the bins as if wearing pants decorated by a noticeable pee patch was the most natural thing ever. I was thinking that she didn't go to the bathroom since she arrived at my place and trying to calculate how much water she drank during lunch, in order to figure out what to expect from the near future.
When she finished tidying up, she went back on the rug in front of the sink, stood there with her weight on her right leg and the left leg relaxed, her right hand hanging with the thumb from the jeans' pocket, and opened the floodgates. I watched the patch becoming shiny again, expand and start running down her leg; this time she didn't stop me when I went closer. I put my hands on her hips and told her not to waste it all here. She looked at me, smirked and stopped peeing. She threw her jumper and the shirt under it on the table; I already knew that bras were rare items in Sam’s outfits, but it’s always nice to see that fact confirmed. I picked up the wet rug, she took off her jeans and panties and used them to haphazardly wipe any spillage on the floor, then we moved towards the bathroom with our load of pee wet cloths.
Despite the horniness, I couldn't help but laugh at the image of Sam walking down my hallway entirely naked but still wearing socks and shoes. Thank God she's good sport and that didn't spoil the mood.
In the bathroom, she finished undressing ("There, shoes off. Happy?"), I did the same, we threw the wet clothes in the washing machine and stepped into my rectangular shower.
I hugged her from behind, moved her hair on one side and bent a bit to start kissing her neck (her head barely reaches my shoulders if I'm standing straight). She licked my fingers, then I started to tease one of her puffy nipples with one hand, gently circling around the border of the areola, and let the other hand caress her body and slip down to her crotch, where I playfully ruffled her bush before starting to tease the inside of her thighs and lastly moving to her clit.
When I finally put my finger inside her, I whispered in her ear, "Now you can let go whatever's left."
A couple of drips. Then a violent spurt that splashed on my palm and stopped immediately. What surprised me the most was the heat. I mean, I felt heat back at the night of the party when she was rubbing her crotch against my thigh, but I didn't know how much of it was the pee's and how much was just body heat.
I could see she was uncharacteristically tense and was having a bit of trouble relaxing and letting it all go. Moving my hand from the nipple to the middle of the chest, I could feel her heart beating fast. I gently kissed her on the cheek and on the neck again, she smiled. I moved the hand from the chest to her stomach and started caressing it gently. It took a couple of false starts, but finally the stream started and didn't stop, splashing on the palm of the hand I still had firmly on her crotch, and then all around as I was moving my fingers to masturbate her. I moved the dry hand back to her tiny breasts and started again to kiss her neck as I kept fingering her.
When the stream ended (and she indeed had surprisingly capacious tanks) I cupped my fingers to save a bit of pee and swapped hands: the one that was playing with her boobs moved downstairs to keep stimulating her, while the one with the small puddle of pee moved up, spreading the juice over her belly and her chest. Sam took control for a bit, grabbed my hand and licked my wet fingers, then when she finally came I used my free arm to hug her and steady her while the orgasm made her legs feel a bit wobbly. I kissed her cheek and she smiled again, leaning her head against me.
We then sat cross legged on the wet floor of the shower (or better, I sat cross legged and she sat on top of me; my shower is a bit larger than normal, but it's not exactly a castle) where, after regaining her breath, she took my hard penis in her hands.
"Care to reciprocate?"
"Sorry! I peed right before lunch. I could try to push hard..."
"Don't. If you fart I'll start laughing and you'll spoil the moment. Remember that you owe me one next time, for now you earned you treat anyway."
Indeed she took good care of me despite the cramped situation we were in, then we hugged again. We kissed, and that was the moment when I realized that our on and off physical relationship was about to step up and going to be permanently on from this point onwards.
Bonus prosaic fact: we took a shower together afterwards and when we stepped out of the shower I mused whether or not this was going to be a much sexier reprise of the commando-style day at the party, while her clothes washed and dried. Unfortunately she showed me that the cosplaying luggage handbag was storing a spare change of pants, socks, panties and shirt, which was somewhat unlucky for me, but confirmed that Sam definitely had stuff planned for that afternoon. |
Part 2
Sitting still slowly became harder and harder for Nina as the pressure inside her continued to build. She drank a lot of water and was not prepared for any more delay on her way home.
"I have to pee" was all what was in her mind now. But there was no choice for a early relief. Traffic was not moving forward. She crossed her legs the other way and squirmed in her seat. She simply had to hold it somehow.
Ten more minutes passed and the bus driver opened the doors to let some fresh but warm air inside. People from the other cars opened their doors ore were standing outside and looked what might have happened.
One of the man from the bus got out and smoked a cigarette.
After another 5 minutes Nicole was jiggling very obviously in her seat. She pulled her tight shorts away from her crotch and grabbed herself for a few seconds when she thought no one was looking at her.
"Are you ok?" Diane asked Nicole.
"Yeah, but I need to pee since the last lesson but I didn't want to miss the bus. "
She sat cross-legged for a little while, and then tucked her left heel under her butt, rocking on her heel.
Half an hour after the stop Leonie was getting nervous because she could feel how her bladder filled more and more with urine. The bottle she had in her case was nearly empty and together with all the water she drank during the day it was no wonder she had to pee now. If only the bus would moving forward she thought and crossed her legs tightly.
Nina's body trembled from a sudden wave of desperation and her hand shot between her legs involuntarily. The pain at the front just above her pubic bone was so intense, she squeezed as hard on her sphincter as she could, but the pain simply didn't go away.
A moment later she took her hand away and blushed, hoping the man next to her had not seen anything, but thank god he was outside and smoking. Nina rocked back and forth in her seat like crazy to keep the pressure inside.
She knew she was at her limit. She had to pee somewhere, very soon or it would leak in her panties she was sure.
Frantic she looked outside the bus. There was nothing to hide behind, no bush, no houses, only a small building with a radio mast and a large fence around. A tarred drive way lead to this building which was around 50 meters away from the road where the bus was standing.
Because of the surrounding fence there was no possibility to hind behind the building and the mesh wire fence itself was not a really good cover.
The next village with houses she could ask for a toilet was a few kilometers away so this was also not an option.
Nina crossed her legs tight and pushed her right hand under her bum and squeezed her crotch as good as possible without anyone seeing her doing this. A silent moan escaped her mouth and she was only minutes away from relaxing her muscles and letting the warm pee escaping too.
The bus was not moving since 45 minutes when suddenly Arthur announced to his aunt for all to hear that he needed a wee-wee badly. Although Madlen was not very experienced with little children, she know that if a child needs a pee it is serious. And the last thing she wants to do was dealing with wet pants on him. Madlen took Arthur by his arm and got out of the bus with him.
She stopped with him next to the bus at the side of the road and pulled his pants down from behind. A moment later a fountain of pee shot out of him watering the grass.
Leonie moved around uncomfortably on her seat as the urge to pee hit her more than before. It was no wonder she had to pee. Her last visit to the toilet was 5 hours ago. She looked around the bus, pulling away the waistband from her tight jeans from her bladder for a moment. The girl who sat diagonal in front of her looked very nervous and couldn't sit still a second. Surely she had to pee too Leonie thought, "maybe much more than I have".
Nina looked out of the window and saw Arthurs stream hitting the grass. She was not prepared for this. How she longed to do the same like the little boy. On the verge of soaking the bus seat she had to do something immediately. Her tights cut deep into her bladder and the tight shapewear panties she was wearing underneath compressed her bladder additionally.
Nina was sweating and she began to panick. She couldn't think straight. Peeing outside was not an option for her, too many people were there and not enough cover for a woman to pee.
Again she pressed her hand between her legs as hard as she could and wriggled with her hips frantic on the seat. She had to get out of the bus, but what then? She had no experience with such an full bladder and she had no idea what standing up may have for an effect to her. But only standing up would not help to solve her problem. What if she get out of the bus to some of the other People who were standing outside and can't stand still. All others would see that she had to pee very desperately. If only she could take her tights off to give her bladder some more room best would be to take off her panties too, which compressed her bladder even more.
She blushed only by thinking about this. No, she couldn`t do this. On the other hand the only person who are able to see her directly was the man sitting next to her and he was outside at the moment. But was he remembering she was wearing black tights before he got outside?
(For a better imagination I like to show a picture of the kind of shapewear panties Nina was wearing) |
Part 3
Nina was not far away from crying but she was not a child anymore she told herself but child or not, she was not able to hold her pee forever. But embarrassing herself with strangers around was another thing she couldn't handle. Suddenly her sphincter weakened and she realised she’d finally reached the end of the line as a 2 second long squirt shot out of her urethra.
She moaned out loud and used every muscle to stop the flow. She blushed redder than before, she hadn't peed in her pants since she was a small child. The urine erupting out of her pressed against her labia from the outside, the material of her panties was thick enough to hold back these few milliliters. She never felt this before, releasing a small spurt and stopping the leak caused an enormous stinging pain at her pee hole, her whole crotch area burned like fire.#
She would never make it home dry, even if the jam would end immidiately. She saw the man coming back from smoking. She pulled the hem from her summer dress out from under her ass, so she wasn`t sitting on it. Right before he entered the bus, she used the chance to reach with her hand under her dress from the side and kneaded her aching pussy for a last moment, oh how good this felt she thought. With her fingers she could feel the moisture of her panties through her pantyhose at her gusset, but thank god they were not soaked through. He stepped in the bus, and she took her hand away and crossed her legs tight. At least she was sitting with her bum directly on the seat and she really thought about letting out some more to ease the peak of the pressure inside her. In reality she had no idea if she could stop herself if she let some out, the fear of peeing herself completely was permanently in her mind.
One ne of the two girls a few rows in front of her seamed also unable to sit still Nina noticed. Nina estimated the two girls a bit younger as she was.
The urge to pee had become much more violent than before for Nicole, her tight denim shorts rubbed against the bus seat frequently. She really should've gone when she had the chance she thought.
The pressure inside her bladder rise to a dangerous level during the last half hour. She already tried everything to give her sphincter some support. Although she refused to press with her hand between her legs, she was not able to sit still in her seat, legs crossed, uncrossed, bending forward, wriggling and fidgeting with her hips. Nicole tried all to be as discrete as possible, but all her movements showed a girl who was in pain with holding back her pee.
As another wave hit her, she was holding her breath and all she could do to make the situation a bit better was opening the top button of her shorts. "Oh my god" she moaned but this let the pressure ease a little bit.
Diane already knew about Nicoles problem which worsened the last half hour and meanwhile she had to pee too. She thought about how she could help her suffering friend. There was nothing around the bus instead of open fields with no cover and a paled radio mast with a small building a bit away from the road, also not a good cover but this was the only thing around a few kilometers.
"Looks like you have to go really bad" Diane asked, already knowing the answer.
"don't talk so loud" Nicole hissed at Diane. She was embarrassed enough to let Diane know she had to pee.
"Oh...I have to pee so badly, my bladder is about to explode" she whispered to Diane with a red head.
Another wave hit her and she wriggled like crazy to stem the pain. She was holding it in for so long, but her bladder burned like fire and for a moment her strength weakened and she opened her legs wide and pressed her hand between them directly on the denim and moved with her fingers from side to side. She closed her eyes and a nearly too loud moan escaped her mouth "I'm about to wet myself, please continue driving" she whispered.
After a few seconds kneading her crotch she was able to fight back the huge wave of pressure. Nicole took her hand away but she knew Diane saw her holding her crotch, but this was the last effort to stop her from leaking in her pants.
"I have to go out of this fucking bus, I'm not gonna pee myself on this seat, please help me find some place to pee" she said to Diane.
"But there is no place you can go without getting seen, Nicole!"
"You have to hold it a bit longer, maybe the jam end in a few minutes"
"Oh it hurts so bad, I have to pee" she whispered to Diane.
Madlen was standing behind Arthur as he released his pee onto the grass. Suddenly she felt also a twinge in her bladder and crossed her legs casually. Hopefully the jam had an end in the next time she thought and pulled Arthurs pants back up again. He want to stay outside longer so she stayed with him.
15 more minutes passed. Meanwhile the woman from the couple was standing outside too. Some cars had turned around an were gone but the bus was too big for that.
Nina struggled with her bladder more than ever. She didn't dare to press a hand between her legs with the man sitting next to her, even she thought he was not looking. But without her hand she was wriggling in her seat like a little girl. Wave after wave of desperation were hitting her body and she changed between all sitting positions frequently.
Again she pushed her right hand under her butt and squeezed her crotch as good as possible. She pressed her butt hard against the seat and her hand, bending her body forward. And then it happened again. Her sphincter relaxed for a moment and this time a more substantial spray maybe 3 or 4 seconds long forced its way into her panties with a hearable hiss. This time it was too much to get absorbed by her panties and she could feel how her fingertips got wet from her warm pee spraying through panties and pantyhose soaking into the medium blue cushion of the bus seat.
She moaned and took her hand away, nervously looking around if anyone had noticed her strange behaviour. The man was again playing with his phone. She saw the two girls in front of her talking together although at least one of them was in constant motion and very agitated.
She wanted more than anything to continue peeing, even just one more tiny squirt but she didn't dare.
It was nearly one and a half hour after the bus came to a stop. Since the last ten minutes Nicole was sitting with her hand permanently pressed in her crotch with crossed legs. Although Diane was very aware of her situation, she used her other hand to cover her crotch holding as good as possible. She was holding out much longer as she ever thought she could. But it was a hot day and she drank so much during the morning.
Nicole was on the verge of tears, all she wants to do was reliefing herself without peeing in her pants. This was so embarrassing, until today she never saw a girl peeing her pants at her age.
"Oh fuck, I can't take it any longer, I almost wetting myself. I have to go out to pee "
END Part 3
the place with the radio tower is hard to explain, a picture should help you to imagine where the bus was standing (this is the original place where the bus was standing in my sighting which gave me the idea to this story) |
Nicole scrolled through her phone, trying to escape from the horrible situation she was in. The 16-year old was trapped in a car with her older brother Austin and his girlfriend Wendy. Austin was driving, completely clueless as to where they were. Wendy leaned over and put her head on Austin’s shoulder, her auburn curls falling down past his chest.
Nicole hated Wendy. She was loud, annoying, and the only thing her brother ever talked about. Thankfully they were usually at college thirty miles away, but today their mother had asked Austin to pick up Nicole from her friend’s house while he was home on break.
Nicole pushed back her light brown hair and looked at her phone again. She was texting her friend, begging her to find some way for her to get out of this horrible situation. She put away her phone and looked down at her black Converse. They were brand new, squeaky clean.
Not it for long. Rain pellets began falling on the window. “No, not my new shoes!“ She was eventually going to have to step out of the car and into the rain. That was if her stupid brother could ever find a way out of this forest.
”Babe, do you know where you’re going?” Wendy asked in her obnoxious voice. Nicole shuttered at the sound of it.
“Of course, of course.” Austin joked. “I figured we could just take a scenic trip through the woods.” Wendy giggled like a school girl while Nicole groaned.
“This is torture.” She thought to herself.
”You alright back there Nic?” Austin tried to bring her into the conversation, much to her dismay.
”Yeah, I’m fine.”
”How old are you?” Wendy asked her.
”Sixteen.”
“Ah I remember when I was sixteen, man, it’s hard to believe that was three years ago.”
“And I care because?” Nicole thought to herself.
Wendy turned her attention away from the miserable girl and back to her boyfriend. “Babe, you think we’ll be home soon?”
”Uh yeah, I think so. Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah I’m fine, could just a trip to the little girls room that’s all.” Wendy said as she lowered a hand into her skirt.
Nicole noticed that Austin had no clue that his girlfriend was holding herself, nor did he have any clue of where they were. She could use a restroom for herself, but nothing too serious.
About twenty minutes went buy and Austin finally pulled the car over. “Where are we?” He asked the two girls, both of whom had no clue. The only thing they could see was trees, trees and more trees.
“Babe, do you mind if I go take a leak?” Wendy had both of her hands in her skirt.
”Are you sure it can’t wait, it’s really dark out there. And it’s raining.” He was right, aside from the small bit from the lone street light above them, it was almost pitch black on the road. It was wolf season, and there was good reason to believe they could lurking on the side of the road.
”Babe I’m really desperate.” Wendy was bouncing her legs up and down, the heels of her boots making noise every time they hit the ground.
”Alright, but I’m coming with you. Nicole, don’t move.” The two exited the vehicle and headed off into the darkness, the light of Austin’s phone the only thing letting them see on the pitch black darkness.
Nicole was left in the car by herself. Her phone had no service, and the stupid fantasy book Wendy had left on the seat next to her was of no interest to her. The light drizzle of rain continued falling on the window.
Watching the water made Nicole’s bladder start to hurt a decent amount. She didn’t pee before leaving her friend’s house, and now she was starting to strongly regret that decision. She slid a hand down between her jeans, wiggling her legs a little bit.
Her mind went straight back to English class at school where her crush and close friend Dan would tease her with a water bottle when she needed to pee. She had several extremely close calls from her times in school.
Ten minutes went by and her brother and his girlfriend were no where to be seen. She considered going out to find them but she remembered Austin telling her specifically to stay in the car.
Her bladder was becoming hard to ignore at that point, and she was very strongly considering going out and relieving herself.
“Comeone where are you guys?” Nicole groaned as boredom and desperation started to take hold of her. She placed her head back, closed her eyes and accidentally fell asleep.
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In her dream she was back in English class. She looked up from her desk and towards the chalk board. Mr. Johnson was writing away some nonsense about the book they were reading.
Her bladder was filled to bursting. She reached down and held herself through her skirt.
“Hey, Nicole.” She heard from her left. Dan was next to her. “Look at this.” He shook his water bottle violently, causing her bladder to spasm.
“Omygawd stop.” She barely made out the words. Her bladder ached. She felt a leak slip out...
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Nicole was awoken by a jet of pee landing in her jeans. She reached down and grabbed herself tight.
The day in her dream she had ended up leaking all over the back of her skirt, but Dan had given her his sweatshirt to cover it. There was no Dan to save her today.
She had no clue how much time had passed, but her brother was still nowhere to be seen.
”Aghhh.” She groaned and bit her lip. She looked at her phone. Rain droplets were landing on the windows, reminding Nicole of her desperate need.
She needed a toilet, and she needed it now. |
PART 2 REUPLOAD DISREGARD THE ORIGINAL, IT WAS ACCIDENTALLY UPLOADED UNFINISHED
Note: if u guys have any specific fantasies involving omo, feel free to let me know and I'll try and incorporate them into an overwatch story ? This is also super long so enjoy!
WARNING: This part contains explicit sexual content towards the middle-end
"BRIGITTE PLEASE REPORT TO THE MEDICAL BAY" sounded a voice from the intercom. Its been 2 days since Brigitte had been station at Watchpoint Gibraltar and she as been busy all day helping her father, Torbjorn, in the weapon/engineering bay getting ready for her first field operation. She hasn't used the bathroom all day, not even after she woke up because she knew how important it was to prepare for her first mission."Alright Papa! Good luck with getting those armor packs ready, I gotta go see what Angela has to say." Brigitte lightly jogged to the elevator, instantly grabbing her crotch to stop from bursting as the doors closed, and was taken down to the medical floor.
As the two doors opened, Brigitte was forced to stand upright and was met face to face with D.va, who was carrying a large white bag with a somewhat embarrassed look on her face. "Ugh, I can believe I have to wear THIS on the next mission." she groans. Brigitte remembers seeing Hana on TV a week ago for the starcraft tournament and realized that she was recruited to Overwatch recently for her exceptional meka piloting skills. "Whats the matter Hana?" asked Brigitte. D.va smirked at Brigitte and smugly replies, "Well I guess your about to find out." Brigitte glances at Mercy from across the room with a puzzled expression; then Mercy gestures her to come and meet her
"So, I have tested your urine samples and you seem to be cleared for your first mission!" Mercy exclaims. Brigitte was thrilled and hugs Mercy tightly. "Thats such good news, I'm so excited to finally go on my first mission as an Overwatch agent....but is that all you called me down for?" Brigitte asks. Mercy replies, "Well, I need to give you something for you to wear on your missions, all female agent must wear them during field operations so don't feel like in singling you out. Confused, Brigitte asks, "What is it?" Mercy then hands her a white paper bag, the same one that D.va got. Brigitte peers into the bag to find, what seemed to look like period pads. "They are urinary pads, a prototype designed by me to absorb 1200 mL of fluid, roughly twice the amount that the average female bladder can hold." Mercy proudly explains, "They are made of a hyper-absorbent disposable fabric, allowing them to have absorbtion of a regular adult diaper, but the size of a regular pee pad." Brigitte suddenly gasped as a tiny trickle of pee managed to find it way through her urethra and onto her panties. Brigitte shyly says, "Wow that really cool that you are able to do that...I know there are a lot of people here right now, but can I test it out? I really gotta pee and I don't think I'd be able to make it to the restroom without wetting myself..." Brigitte had grown to trust Mercy throughout her life because of the friendship that her father had formed with her. "I mean, I don't really know how to put it on, I've never used menstrual pads before, only tampons..." Brigitte's voice trailed off, realizing how embarrassing she sounded. " Mercy smiled and replied, "Its ok, here, I'll put one on so you can see how its done."
Mercy leads Brigitte into a hospital room unit and closed the curtain that separated it from the main hallway. She was wearing her a standard doctor's uniform with a white lab coat. "Ok Brigitte, first you need to remove your shirt and pants like so..." Mercy then takes off her coat and proceeds to take off her shirt exposing her firm breasts, cradled by her gray sports bra. She begins to unbutton her pants, dropping them to her ankes. She was wearing fine yellow silk panties that hugged her curves and highlighted her figure. Brigitte looked in awe at Mercy's body, she had never seen another girl undressed in person, let alone Mercy. She looked like she was almost glowing like an angel, with perfectly sexy curves and light blonde hair.
Brigitte followed Mercy's instructions and began undressing. She removed her Ironclad sleeveless shirt exposing her bare breasts and relatively muscular abs to Mercy. Brigitte blushed, realizing that she didn't put a bra on today because she knew how hot it would be in the engineering warehouse. In contrast, the medical bay was very cold, causing her nipples to become noticeably hard and erect. She gingerly removed her belt and unbuttoned her pants, leaving only her white panties left on her. A cold breeze blew by, making Brigitte gasp, this made a jet of urine spurt from Brigitte crotch and create a very noticeable wet patch on her underwear. "Angela-I cant hold it much longer, I really gotta pee..." she pleaded.
"Ok now pull you underwear down to your knees and and remove the adhesive covers from the back of the pad..." Mercy slowly slid her panties down to her knees, leaving Brigitte absolutely astounded at the sight of Mercy's naturally hairless, perfect slit between her legs. "Then apply the pad to the inside of your underwear and fold the wings down." Mercy the pulled up her panties and watched as Brigitte followed. She carefully pulled down her panties, shivering as the cold hospital breeze cooled the urine on her outer labia. Brigitte then quickly put on the pad and pulled up her panties.
Brigitte tried to relax her bladder, but even in her desperate state, she couldn't pee in front Mercy. "I'm sorry Angela- I just can pee....I really need to go, but nothing is coming out" Brigitte desperately explains. "Here, I need to go too, I'll pee with you." Mercy reassuringly replies, "on the count of three, we both pee-One...Two...Three..." Mercy holds both of Brigitte's hands and closes her eyes. Suddenly, Brigitte hears a hissing sound coming from Mercy's nether regions and realizes she is peeing. This was too much for her poor bladder to handle and she lost control. Brigitte felt her pee hit the pad and spread all the way up her crotch to her clitoris. The warmth, combined with the relieve brought her to the edge of orgasm, but she held it back with all her might to avoid embarrassing herself even more in front of Mercy. She peed for almost twice as long as Mercy, but the pad didn't leak at all. After she opened her eyes, Mercy gave a playful laugh and told her "You might want to dispose of it now, you probably peed enough to max out its absorbency, I didn't pee that much so I'll keep mine on to save me a trip to the ladies room...Now get dressed before your father comes in here looking for you."
After getting dressed and throwing out the pad, Brigitte thanked Mercy, "Thank you so much for helping me out Angela, if it wasnt for you I would have had an accident right infront of everyone in the medical bay." "No problem, just please be very careful about holding your pee for too long, it might eventually cause you to end up in these desperate situations more often." Mercy told her, "oh and also good luck on your first mission tomorrow! I'll be there with you as the primary support." Brigitte smiled and ran back to the engineering warehouse to continue helping Torbjorn with the gear. |
A Stain on Her Image
Persona 5 fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Big Boss for proofreading
(Note: Contains story spoilers past the third Palace. Reader discretion advised)
The subway system of Tokyo was not an experience for the claustrophobic. With hundreds of commuters crammed like sardines into the same vehicle underneath the city’s streets, it was hard for even the most intrepid travelers to not feel a little anxious. Makoto Niijima already had quite a bit to worry about before she even stepped through the train doors and was pressed together with complete strangers. This was not uncommon for her; as both president of the Shujin Academy student council and younger sister to a public prosecutor, it was rare for her to not be concerned with something.
That had not gotten any better when she ended up becoming a Phantom Thief a month ago, entering into a world she never knew existed before. Not that she regretted such a thing, quite the opposite, as she had never felt a stronger sense of purpose than the moment she donned her thieving costume and mask. She may have looked like an upstanding honor student with her proper posture, white dress shirt, and black short pants, but in her heart, she had fully embraced the path of a rebel fighting against an unjust world.
At the moment, however, it was rather difficult to focus on any of that. The subway ride had given her time to become aware of some unpleasant feelings radiating from her body. Her stomach felt bloated from all the sushi that she just enjoyed with her friends, and would likely remain that way for a while. It was inconvenient, but at least it would fade away over time, unlike the other pressure that currently plagued her.
Makoto groaned and squeezed her legs together as she felt another pulse from her groin. With all the fun they were having at the sushi bar, she never once thought about visiting the restroom. Her bladder had been letting her know how big of a mistake that was since then.
Going for long periods without a bathroom break was nothing new to her, given her many responsibilities at school and home. However, judging by the pressure, it had been quite some time since she last relieved herself, and with coffee and other drinks on top of that. Now, it was enough to make her worry. She was thankful that with so many strangers around her, chances were nobody was focused on her. That way, she could squeeze her legs and hold herself if she needed to without being seen.
“Hey, Makoto?”
Or so she had thought.
“Hmm?” Makoto turned around as best she could and found Ann Takamaki, a fellow student and Phantom Thief. Now knowing that an acquaintance was next to her, she stood up straight and put her hands at her sides. “Oh! I’m sorry, did you need something?” she responded at once.
“I was just wondering if you had thought of something. You looked like you were concentrating pretty hard.”
I suppose I was concentrating on something, thought Makoto. “Hmm, no, I can’t say I’ve thought of anything fruitful,” she replied.
“Me neither,” said Ann with a frown. “My brain’s been spinning in circles, but I don’t feel any closer to solving our problem than when it first came up.”
That’s right, their problem. It had been roughly a week since Medjed had declared war on the Phantom Thieves, threatening to expose Japan’s private information if they did not unmask themselves. With their target being anonymous cyber-terrorists, they had no idea how to begin fighting such a shadowy foe. To make matters worse, Ren had begun receiving texts from a strange figure named Alibaba asking them to change the heart of one Futaba Sakura. After some detective work, they learned that Futaba was living at Sojiro’s house, the same man overseeing Ren’s probation. At one point, they had an agreement set up: the Thieves would change her heart, and Alibaba would help them with Medjed in return. Problem was, Alibaba had disappeared, and with no way for the Thieves to contact them, they were essentially back to square one.
“I know, it’s been frustrating me too,” admitted Makoto, “But we’ll think of something. We just need to get everyone together at Leblanc first. Besides, I’ve never been able to focus very well on the subway.”
“I guess you’re right. Better to brainstorm somewhere quiet and with all six heads put together. Well, more like five and a half with Ryuji.” Ann smiled and chuckled at her joke.
Despite the remark’s snideness, Makoto found the laughter contagious, and put a hand to her mouth to hide her giggling. That laughter came to an immediate stop, however, as it caused yet another pulse from her bladder. Makoto winced against her wishes, her frown and eye twitch being visible for a split second.
“Hey, something wrong?” asked a concerned-looking Ann.
“Huh? Oh, n-no, it’s nothing,” she replied, her eyes drifting away. “I guess I’m just… a little uncomfortable right now.”
“Uncomfortable? Are you claustrophobic, Makoto?”
“N-not particularly.” Being honest probably was not in her best interests, but Makoto could not bring herself to lie to a friend. Beating around the bush was the most she could do.
“So is it the sushi, then? I know I can’t believe how much I had.” Ann rubbed her stomach. “This train ride isn’t helping much, either. Hope I won’t need to make a run for the bathroom, or anything.”
“Y-yes, me too.” Despite referring to two different uses, Makoto’s bladder let off another pang out of sympathy. Her eye twitched again, and all she could think about was something, anything to change the subject.
“Now arriving in Yongen-Jaya Station!”
Fortunately, she didn’t need to this time. Even without the announcement, she felt the train slowing down, and saw the lighting outside the windows change ever-so-subtly. Their platform was coming up, and it was not a long walk to the cafe from there.
“Well, sounds like we’re at our stop,” said Makoto, turning towards the doors. “Let’s pick this back up at Leblanc, shall we?”
“Um, okay, I guess?” Ann blinked a couple times, but did not say anything else.
With that, the ladies and the other Thieves departed with most of the other commuters. Makoto allowed herself to sigh now that that part of her personal trial was over. Still, she needed to pee pretty badly, and waiting until she got home would be a bad idea for certain. It would be for the best if she made use of the toilet at Leblanc before too much longer.
That, however, came with a couple issues. First and foremost was her pride, something that had rubbed off on her from her sister. Makoto may have been the newest member, but she was still the oldest among them, and their designated strategist to boot. For her to admit that she seriously had to go out of the blue would be… awkward, to say the least. Not just that, but she had been inside Leblanc before, and saw how close the toilet was next to the dining booths. With the cafe closed today, there would not be anything to hide the noises of her relief. She would never be able to walk out of there without a red face.
Regardless, she was certain her situation would reach critical levels if she neglected the bathroom. She would have to come up with a solid plan soon, or else suffer an experience more humiliating than anything Kaneshiro had threatened her with.
The bells above Leblanc’s door jingled as it opened, letting in the Thieves. As expected, not a soul lingered inside; even Sojiro was absent.
“Okay, so did anyone manage to think of anything?” asked Ann as she took a seat at one of the booths. The rest of the group gathered around her, all choosing to remain standing.
“We went through all sortsa options on our way here,” said Ryuji Sakamoto, “But, looks like we got no choice but to ask for Alibaba’s help.”
“Question is, how do we get in touch with him?” asked Ann.
“He cut off all contact with us after that misunderstanding,” commented Yusuke Kitagawa. “Then again, if we manage to steal Futaba’s heart, he may attempt to reach out to us once more.”
“But we don’t have any clue what her keywords are,” said Morgana from Ren’s bookbag, “Without those, we can’t so much as set foot inside her Palace.”
Ryuji threw a fist down in anger. “Dammit, Alibaba! Where the hell are you!?”
Meanwhile, Makoto stood nearby with her hands held just below her navel. She did her best to listen to the conversation, but couldn’t stop herself from glancing towards the toilet every now and then. Now that she was near one, the signals from her bladder only grew stronger, like it was already preparing to release all the liquid built up inside.
As strong as that was, her pride was a bit stronger, so she remained where she stood and tried her hardest to think of something. Trouble was, her concentration was just as weak as it was in the subway, since her urge to pee took up the majority of her thoughts. Rather than a plan to thwart Medjed, all she could come up with were plans to get into that bathroom while maintaining her dignity. Even then, they all required her figuring out what to do about their real problem first. She almost wanted to voice out loud her desire for Alibaba to only live a couple blocks away so they could take care of that problem with ease.
Wait a minute…
“Actually, he might be closer than we think,” Makoto chimed in.
“Huh?” Ryuji looked towards her, as did everyone else.
With all eyes on her, Makoto realized her theory had not completely formed, but she steeled herself and continued. “Hypothetically speaking, even if we stole Futaba’s heart, how would Alibaba know that the deed has been done? Would he truly be able to discern that just from cell phone messages?”
The group exchanged looks among themselves for a bit. “You mean he’d have to meet her in person?” asked Morgana.
Makoto nodded. “Alibaba was able to deliver the calling card here. On top of that, he can check on Futaba’s condition. However, according to the circumstances he put forward, he’s unable to meet with us. This leads me to believe that it would be bad for him if we were to see the two of them together.” She paused to take a breath. “It seems to me that Alibaba may in fact be Futaba herself.”
Every eye in the room opened wide like they had just stumbled onto some rare treasure in the Metaverse. “For real!?” said Ryuji.
“So she’s asking that we steal her own heart?” asked Yusuke.
“Maybe she wants us to save her from the scars of her abuse?” said Ann, “That would be hard to ask directly.”
Makoto turned to Ren and asked, “I’d like to meet with Boss. Does he live nearby?”
“Yeah, his place is right around the corner. I could take us there now,” Ren replied.
“Let’s all go together. Boss may get the wrong idea if Ren-kun and I show up alone.”
Everyone nodded in agreement, and Makoto allowed a little smile to form. Perfect, she thought. With headway being made on the Medjed problem, she could now focus on her more personal matter. Luckily, she was able to devise a plan at the same time she explained her theory: Right as everyone was stepping outside, she would excuse herself to hang back and “freshen up” before meeting with Sojiro. She could pee as much as she want, and while they might suspect her, no one would be able to prove it.
It was almost worrisome how well she had taken to the art of deception, but she would celebrate after her bladder was empty. First, she just had to say the words to get her potty plan started.
“Yo, hold up. Can we wait just a second? I gotta take a leak first.”
The words died in her throat at Ryuji’s declaration, replaced with surprise and worry. Another person needing the bathroom was not something she had accounted for. She had to stop herself from whining in disappointment, silently cursing herself for such an error.
“Really? You sure now’s the best time for a bathroom break?” asked Morgana.
“Hey, I can’t help when nature calls.” Ryuji turned and walked towards the bathroom. “I’ll just be a sec.”
Meanwhile, Makoto could feel the panic swelling up inside. It’s alright, she told herself, This is just a little setback. As soon as Ryuji’s done, you can carry out the plan. You have this.
“About that,” came Ren’s voice, “Our toilet’s broken right now.”
Ryuji stopped in his tracks and turned around, his face matching how Makoto felt on the inside. “For real!?” he exclaimed.
“Something’s wrong with the pipes, so everything’s backing up. There’s supposed to be a plumber coming to fix it tomorrow,” said Ren, rubbing the back of his head.
“Jeez, that’s some shit luck, literally,” groaned Ryuji, his legs idly rubbing together. “So where have you and Boss been going?”
Ren pointed to the door behind him. “We’ve been using the one at the bathhouse across the street. The owner is pretty understanding.”
“Guess I don’t gotta choice.” Ryuji shrugged as he headed towards the front door.
“Seriously, can’t you just hold it until we’re done talking with Sojiro?” said an annoyed Ann.
“I would think dealing with our Alibaba problem would be a more pressing matter,” said Yusuke.
Ryuji glared at the two. “Oh, come on! Do you guys wanna try talking to Boss on a full bladder? I know I don’t!”
Ann looked away, her fierce look gone. “Um, no, but…”
“Great, argument over! Be right back!” Ryuji declared as he beelined for the door, going through before anyone could say anything else.
The group remained silent for a few seconds after the door slammed and the bells quit jingling.
“Hmm, and I took him for the kind of person who would make use of the sink and be done with it,” commented Yusuke.
“Ugh, can we move on from the pee talk now? Talk about gross,” said Ann with a grimace.
“Y-yes, I agree,” Makoto chimed in. “We need to stay focused on the task at hand.” She hoped the pain of having to say those words did not show in her voice.
“Then I suggest we set off before any further interruptions can occur,” said Yusuke, getting nods from everyone else.
One by one, the group walked out of the cafe. Despite being closest to the door, Makoto was the last to leave, pausing to take one last look at the broken bathroom with a frown.
Her plan had been doomed from the start. That was enough to set her insides quivering with worry. Now what was she going to do? The Bathhouse was not an option; there was no way she could use her “freshen up” excuse and expect her friends to buy it. Even then, they had made their desire to go straight to Sojiro’s house clear, especially after the hard time they gave Ryuji. Her chances of reaching a good toilet stealthily seemed worse than beating Medjed right now.
No, I can’t give up now! She thought, shaking her head and furrowing her brow. I didn’t despair in front of Kaneshiro’s shadow, and I won’t let this beat me, either! On her honor as the Phantom Thieves’ Strategist, she would find a solution to her problem, and rise above it without a stain on her.
It had only been a few minutes later, but each one felt like an hour to Makoto. After waiting for Ryuji to get out of the bathhouse, they made their way towards Sojiro’s house. Makoto hung behind the others to hide her stiff walking and occasional hand pressed to her groin, though it did little to alleviate the pressure at that point.
But soon enough, they had reached the house. For what seemed like the umpteenth time, the soft sound of a doorbell ringing filled the small street. Makoto retracted her finger again and deepened her frown.
“Nobody’s answering,” she groaned, “But the lights are on…”
“Think he’s nappin’?” asked Ryuji.
“Even Boss would’ve woken up with how many times we’ve rung this doorbell,” said Ann.
“I would think Futaba would have answered now if she were here, too,” added Morgana.
Yusuke looked at the gate blocking the front yard, and pushed on it. To everyone’s surprise, it pushed open, giving them a clear path to the door.
“Dude, you can’t go openin’ other people’s stuff like that,” said Ryuji.
Makoto looked towards the front door and pointed. “But look. The door seems to be slightly open as well. I wonder why. That’s rather careless.”
As she kept glancing towards the door, Makoto couldn’t help but think of another plan to safely and discreetly relieve herself. Not that she had success with that; even if Sojiro let them in, how was she supposed to excuse herself without anyone catching on? Nobody being home would be her best bet, but then that raised the moral issue of just walking in and using someone’s toilet without their permission.
The debate continued in her head until a flash of light and rumbling noise caught everyone’s attention. They all turned their heads to the skies and saw the thick, dark clouds heading their way.
“Whoa, it sounds like it’s going to rain!” said a wide-eyed Morgana. “We should get inside!”
Gladly! is what Makoto wanted to say, but even with her bladder fit to burst, she thought better. “Do you think that’s okay?” she asked the others.
“Prolly?” said Ryuji with a mischievous grin.
That was all the reasoning she needed. “My apologies, Boss!” she declared as she and the rest of the gang quickly made their way inside the house.
A dark hallway greeted the group once past the doors, with only a crack of light and the faint noise of a TV show at the very end. Not a soul could be found within, giving the house a foreboding atmosphere.
“Hello, sir?” called out Makoto, her voice losing its confident tone.
Nobody responded, the sound of thunder filling the gap and everyone removing their shoes.
“He’s not out, is he?” she continued, stepping forward on bare feet. “The door ahead is open, and I can hear the TV.”
“I hope he didn’t pass out or something. I mean, Boss is kinda old, ain’t he?” said Ryuji.
“I’m a bit worried. Should we go in and check on him?” said Ann.
If it gives me the chance to find the bathroom… “Please excuse us,” she mumbled while they proceeded forward.
For every step taken further into the house, Makoto felt the chill in her spine grow deeper. She may have infiltrated a Palace to steal its treasure, but trespassing in Sojiro’s home gave her a sense of dread that dwarfed her Metaverse adventures. At least, that’s what she would say if someone questioned her as to why her walk was so stiff now. She wished the doors in the hall weren’t all closed; she might have passed up a good bathroom and had no idea.
Just as they were about to reach the hall’s end, a bright flash and loud boom went off from outside, and what little light was in the house shut off. An instant later, the group heard a young, feminine shriek from somewhere in the house.
“A scream!? What was that!?” Suddenly, Makoto felt like a character in a horror movie, her least favorite genre by far.
“H-How should I know?” replied Morgana.
Another noise came up, like a door being closed nearby.
“Did you hear that!?’ said Makoto.
“Could it be Alibaba… I mean, Futaba?” said Morgana.
“Can we get out of here, please?” said Ann.
Makoto didn’t catch the rest of the conversation, too focused on the pounding in her heart and bladder. All she knew at that moment was she was behind Ann a hundred percent on leaving the house. However, her legs felt unstable from both the fear and how bad she had to go. If she was going to go anywhere, she would need help.
Turning to Ren, Makoto held out a shaky hand. “Um, sorry,” she mumbled, “Can I hold onto you?”
Ren nodded and turned around, and Makoto wasted no time in putting her hands on his shoulder, holding onto him for dear life. They took baby steps on their way back to the door, the hallway growing longer and menacing with each step. Meanwhile, Makoto’s eyes darted about, trying to find anything that looked like a dangerous monster about to kill them.
All the while, her hold was the weakest it had ever been. The pulses from her bladder quivered as fast as her heartbeat. It felt like it would only take one false move for her to leave a large stain on Sojiro’s carpet.
Wood creaked somewhere nearby.
“Eek!” Makoto shut her eyes and squeezed Ren’s arm harder than ever. She only barely registered a bit of warmth appearing in her underwear.
“I can sense someone’s presence,” said Yusuke.
“Who is it? Who’s there!?” Makoto turned her head all around to find her would-be murderer. Still, nobody could be found in the darkness other than Ren.
Her breath labored, heart pounding, and bladder about to burst, she had had enough. “I can’t take this anymore! I’m leaving!” she yelled with her eyes shut, attempting to take another step.
But her legs refused to cooperate. Rather than moving forward, all the strength in her legs disappeared at once. She fell onto her knees, only supported by her death grip on Ren. Another spurt of pee escaped into her clothes, this time making the wetness pass into her pants.
“M-Makoto?” asked Ren.
“N-no… I can’t move,” she whimpered. She felt more frightened in that moment than if a Shadow had inflicted the Fear ailment on her.
That fear only grew bigger as she got the feeling that someone or something was very close to her, and she knew it wasn’t Ren. As much as she wanted to close her eyes and pretend everything was fine, Makoto turned her head at a snail’s pace to look behind her.
Someone was there. She couldn’t make them out, but she knew when someone was in her personal space. A flash of lightning then confirmed her fears. She only had time to process the reflection of eyewear, orange hair color, and an emotionless expression before instinct took over.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh!”
“Waaaahhh!”
Makoto’s legs came back to life for a split second, letting her jump back out of desperation to get away. At the same time, the figure of maybe-Futaba shrieked and ran off. However, Makoto did not even register that she was safe again. Her brain had entered into full fight-or-flight, with the same unfortunate effect as earlier. Her legs quickly gave out once more, and she fell to her knees, grabbing on to Ren’s leg for dear life.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry, please save me, sis!” cried Makoto, her head held low and eyes shut.
Fully enveloped in her panic, Makoto only paid the slightest sliver of mind towards the growing warmth at her groin. The scare from the shadow was the last break in concentration her bladder needed in order to finally do its job. Pee quickly flowed out into her underwear and pants, soaking her groin within seconds. It was not much longer before it broke through the outermost barrier, starting as broken drops and forming into a stream that broke apart within inches, making a soft piddling sound on the carpet. The rest of her legs were not spared, either, as trails ran down to her knees and pooled there.
But that didn’t matter in the least to her right now. Somehow, even after being held at the mercy of a ruthless gangster in both the real world and the Metaverse, Makoto had never felt more scared in her life than she did now. She prayed as hard as she could for someone, anyone, to save her from the darkness.
“Are you okay, Futaba!?”
Sojiro’s voice came loud and clear through the front door, which swung open moments later. It may have been someone she knew, but hearing the Boss speak in such a threatening way did not quell her panic inside.
“Who the hell are you? Don’t move, you hear me!” Makoto could hear Sojiro grabbing something. Light then hit the side of her face, making her open her eyes at last. She slowly turned to face Sojiro, whose expression went from fury to surprise.
“N-Niijima-san? Amamiya? What are you doing here?” asked Sojiro.
“G-Good evening, sir,” she mumbled.
Sojiro’s eyes went down as something else caught his eye. “Are you… wetting yourself?”
In that moment, Makoto no longer cared about her life being in danger. Unfortunately, the panic inside her changed target, and for the first time, Makoto became fully aware that she was peeing her pants.
“Ah! Oh, no no no no no…” she muttered as she looked at the big wet patch still growing beneath her. Not only that, but Sojiro’s flashlight now lit up the dark patch on her pants and the stream petering to a stop, putting the gross, wet warmth on her legs at the forefront of her mind.
For a moment, Makoto could not believe that what was happening was real. Shujin’s class president and upstanding younger sister to a prosecutor kneeling on the ground and having an accident, let alone while hugging a friend’s leg? It was more unbelievable than an alternate world made up of humanity’s twisted desires. Yet, it was happening right now, and she had no choice but to believe it, as did the rest of the people in the house.
“M-Makoto?” Ren gasped as he looked down at her.
“Whoa! She really is pissin’ herself!” said Ryuji.
“Does she have severe nyctophobia?” asked Yusuke.
“I thought I smelled something gross,” said Morgana, his nose wrinkling up.
“Would it kill you all to show some concern!?” Ann marched straight up to Makoto and knelt down, placing an arm around her shoulders. “Are you okay, Makoto?”
Makoto looked at Ann, her face red and eyes moist with tears ready to fall. “I… I…”
Ann wrapped her other arm around Makoto’s stomach. “I’ll help clean you up. Can we borrow your bathroom, Boss?”
“Uh, sure, it’s the door at the end of the hall,” replied Sojiro, “But I want an explanation from everyone when you’re done, got it?”
“Sure thing.” Ann looked back to Makoto. “You ready to stand up?”
Makoto could not speak, so she gave a shaky nod instead. She wanted to go somewhere a lot further away, but the bathroom would have to do.
“Alright, up we go,” said Ann before Makoto found herself being lifted to her feet. They made their march to the bathroom, Makoto’s legs feeling weak but still carrying her every step of the way.
“Well, at least we know for sure that a girl lives here now.”
It was the only light thing Ann had said since they entered Sojiro’s bathroom. Her statement referred to the hair dryer she found in the cabinet, which she was using to dry off Makoto’s pants and panties, both sprayed with perfume to try and mask the smell. Both girls were thankful that the power kicked back on right as they entered the bathroom.
Makoto, meanwhile, sat on the toilet, entirely bottomless with just her hands and shirt to preserve her modesty. The irony of the moment was not lost on her.
“Um, so, are you cleaned up?” asked Ann, keeping her focus on the wet clothes in front of her.
“Mmm, y-yes,” replied Makoto, her voice carrying no energy. Her legs and elsewhere were dry again, for as much comfort as that was.
Ann sighed. “I guess that’s good. Means something’s getting dry.”
Things getting dry was the least of Makoto’s concerns. Her legs were already fine again, and her clothes could be cleaned or even thrown out. No, she was worried over the irreparable damage to her dignity. It was not even a month ago that she had opened herself up to her new friends and earned their respect as a dependable Phantom Thief. Had she already destroyed all that with her utterly humiliating accident tonight? They would never look at her the same way again, that much was certain.
“Um, Makoto?”
Makoto stared into the room’s corner.
“I can probably guess what you’re thinking right now.”
“Hmm?” Now she had no choice but to pay attention. “Y-You do?”
Ann nodded. “I just want you to know, this doesn’t change my respect for you. In fact, I think I can relate to you a little more now.”
“Y-You can?” Makoto had expected a few responses to try and cheer her up, but this was not one of them. “How so?”
“Well, not the ‘fear of the dark’ part, but…” Ann paused for a moment. “Back when I first moved here from Europe, everything felt so foreign and weird to me. The worst of it was getting used to the squat toilets.”
“The squat toilets?” Makoto blinked in surprise. She never considered that someone outside the country would have difficulty adjusting to something she learned to use as a little kid.
Ann nodded. “I hated those things. Never wanted to use them… but, I was at a photoshoot one day, and I really had to pee, but they didn’t have any western toilets nearby.”
Makoto had an inkling how this story would end, but couldn’t stop herself. “What happened?”
“I thought I could hold it until I got home,” continued Ann, “but the shoot ended up taking way longer than they said it would. I got on the train back home, but then I…” It was Ann’s turn to look away with a blush. “You can probably guess what happened next.”
“Y-You didn’t!?” Makoto motioned to cover her mouth, but remembered there would be little to keep her modest.
“I did. In the train. With the whole car to witness it.” Ann’s cringe became greater with each statement. “It was my worst day in Tokyo up to that point. If I didn’t have school the next day, I probably would have never left my house.”
“Goodness,” muttered Makoto. She had thought many things of Ann before, but “Public Pants-wetter” was not one of them. Even now, she had trouble imagining Ann in the subway, red-faced and teary-eyed as dark streaks ran down her red leggings among a crowd of people crammed together. Then again, she found nothing but sincerity in the way Ann told it, and Makoto had heard about how bad she was at acting.
“If I may ask,” Makoto continued, “How did you get over it?”
“It took a long time. Having to deal with stuff like Kamoshida and being a Phantom Thief helped me remember there are bigger things to worry about, though. I can also say I learned how to use a squat toilet pretty quickly after that,” Ann replied with a nervous laugh.
“I can imagine,” said Makoto, scratching her cheek.
“But I guess what I’m trying to say is, yeah, peeing your pants sucks, but it doesn’t mean you can’t bounce back from it. Heck, if I could get over it, I know you can for sure.”
For the first time that evening, Makoto felt some of the dark clouds inside her lifting away. “You r-really think so?”
“Totally!” Ann raised a fist. “You’re a kick-butt Phantom Thief now. There’s no way a mistake like this can take all that away.”
Makoto could not help but smile a little in the face of Ann’s cheering in such a bizarre moment. “Hee hee, then I suppose I’ll just have to keep being ‘kick-butt’ to make up for this.”
“That’s the spirit!” Ann shot a smile, then looked back to the clothes on the sink. “Well, it looks like this is as dry as they’re gonna get right now. It’s a good thing you wore dark pants today.”
“Mmm,” Makoto sighed as she remembered what was to come next. “I suppose we should get going. I don’t want to keep Boss waiting any longer than I need to.”
“Same.” Ann shut off the hair dryer, handed Makoto her clothes, and turned around.
With as much privacy as she would get, Makoto stood up and slowly pulled her underwear and pants back on. The dampness brushing against her thighs and other places felt awkward, but not nearly as much as when she first wet them.
“I have to admit, I am not looking forward to meeting with everyone again after this,” she lamented.
“I don’t think anybody would.” Ann turned to face Makoto. “But just remember, if not for your smarts, we’d never have figured out who Alibaba was.”
“I guess that’s true.”
“And if they still try to say anything, feel free to slap them. Twice as hard if it’s Ryuji, okay?” Ann giggled.
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” said Makoto, covering her smile with a hand.
With that, the girls departed from the bathroom. A hint of red still remained on Makoto’s face, but at least she had found the resolve to head out and face the world again. She now knew Ann was right, and that someday, she would be able to wash this stain off her image and continue to do right by her friends and the world as a true Phantom Thief.
(A/N: Sorry about the little schedule slip there. Stuff happened, and was waiting on the right time to put this up. Now that this is done, I should probably get to work on those commissioned projects. I'm sure the people waiting on those are still chill. It's not like they paid for those stories or anything, right?) |
Agony and Ecstasy
It all began last summer, after a nightmare journey home from work one Friday evening. I had left work in a rush, not bothering to use the loo, although I needed to, as my journey is usually less than 30 minutes. But not tonight! A lorry fire on the motorway caused a huge traffic jam and my short journey took well over two hours. Not having peed earlier I found myself becoming increasingly desperate as time went on. How I held it I still don't know as several times I thought I was going to wet myself in the car but somehow managed to hold it; but by the time I reached home I was in agony. As I hobbled from the car to my front door I was almost doubled up with pain but somehow made it indoors and upstairs to the loo, though feeling myself leaking as I struggled up the stairs. I closed the bathroom door and at that point really began to lose it, a steady dribble of peed running down my leg as I simply pulled up my skirt, sat on the loo and and just peed through my knickers, a steady trickle splashing into the bowl for five minutes or so before my aching bladder was empty. Oh the relief! Afterwards I threw my wet underwear into the laundry bin, showered and went to prepare dinner for my husband and myself. While I told him about the journey from hell I kept quiet about wetting myself in the bathroom.
I may have emptied it but my bladder still hurt like hell so to avoid cystitis I drank plenty of water during the evening - as it turned out my poor strained bladder and the couple of litres or so of water were to be my downfall later. Tom noticed the amount of water I drank and understood why but still joked that I would either be in the loo all night or we would wake up in a flood.
The water went through me quickly and I peed every half hour or so during the evening and by the time we went to bed most of my bladder pain had gone and I felt much more relaxed. I had to get up for a wee about one o' clock but then slept soundly until the alarm woke me from a lovely dream.
This dream relived part of our recent holiday on Mediterranean island. I was laying on a sun lounger at the water's edge, the warm sea washing gently over my legs and bum wetting my thighs and bikini pants as I lay there totally relaxed. I knocked the alarm off and began to doze off again, but something was nagging in my subconscious. I had been dreaming about the warm sea washing over me but in the real world why did my bottom and legs feel warm and wet? In my half awake state, part dreaming, part reality it didn't make sense. As I gradually came round there came a dawning realisation that something wasn't right. My pyjama trousers and knickers were sticking to me comfortably warm and yet feeling strangely wet - the same feeling as when I had peed through my pants on the loo he previous evening. In some trepidation I reached down and felt my bum, legs and the bottom sheet. Then the full horror dawned. My knickers, pyjamas and the bed beneath me were soaked - I'd wet the bed!
This had only happened to me once before as a adult, after a drunken student party when apparently I had wet myself during the evening before being stripped of my wet clothes and being put to bed by my friends. I woke up soaked again and with an almighty hangover. The only consolation was that two friends both did the same thing - one in her boyfriends bed! Strangely he apparently didn't mind at all!
But this was different. I was stone cold sober, and my husband was lying beside me -and would soon know what I had done. I just lay there, terrified of getting out of bed to inspect the damage to the sheets and worse, the mattress, in case I woke Tom and had to explain what I had done. If I stayed in bed and pretended to be asleep maybe he would get up and leave me alone for long enough to deal with the evidence. But I I knew it was a vain hope and totally mortified I simply burst into tears just as Tom woke up, immediately asking me what was wrong. He soon found out as he rolled over and put his arm round me - and discovered the wet sheet and my soggy nightclothes.
Instead of the angry or disgusted response I expected he just held me close, telling me to calm down and that it was alright, that I'd just had an accident because I'd strained my bladder. He also reminded me that the mattress would be OK as the cover we used to prevent stains from lovemaking, my periods and similar was waterproof. I began to calm down and Tom held me tight, kissing me gently till I suddenly began to panic as I realised that he was now lying in my wetness, his pants soaking up my pee. I started to get out of bed but he wouldn't let me go, holding me close, kissing me passionately. Then I felt his hand between my legs as he gently fondled me through my soaking pyjamas. I tried to push him away, telling him that I was a disgusting mess who had peed herself. In response he just held me tighter and I felt his erection against my thigh as his hand moved inside my knickers and found my clit.
Despite my embarrassment at wetting the bed the warm wetness wasn't uncomfortable and although I couldn't fathom why it felt strangely pleasant. My pussy was also responding to Tom's fingers, becoming wet in another way. I suddenly felt incredibly aroused, kissing Tom vigorously as I rubbed his erection through boxer shorts damp from the wet sheet. Our passion seemed to last for hours, Tom eventually puling down my pyjama trousers but leaving my wet pants in place as he entered me. We both came almost together and I have to admit it was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had, so intense that I wet myself again as I came, the hot flood around my bum adding to my pleasure, and so it seemed, to Tom's. Breathless, we lay entwined in the now even wetter bed, savouring what had changed suddenly from a horrible embarrassment to an incredible moment of passion.
We lay there in silence for some time then as I came down from the sexual high asked Tom what had just happened. He told me that he had been aroused by my story of desperation the previous evening and intrigued as to whether I'd made it home dry, later checking the laundry basket and finding my wet knickers! If it hadn't been for my aching bladder he would have had me there and then but contained hmself. In the morning he had woken before me and finding the sheet wet realised that I'd wet the bed even before I did. Not sure how I would react he said nothing till I began crying but once his arms were round me was just desperate to feel me and make love to me in the wet bed. Quite why my wet knickers and bed wetting turned him on he could not explain though he did say that he would sometimes pull my dirty knickers out of the laundry basket to check for evidence of accidents. As I do leak a bit when sneezing or laughing when bursting - my little oops moments that, if the Tena adverts are to be believed are common to many women. Finding pee stained or pee damp knickers usually led him to masturbate. Although we were quite open about our sexual needs he had never told me any of this, mainly because he thought I would find it disgusting but on finding that I'd totally wet myself in bed just had to tell me. Though not saying so directly I knew that he wanted me to do it again or at the very least to wet my knickers for him.
However, I wasn't sure that I would be able to do it. The wet bed had been a total accident, though with an underlying cause and while I did sometimes wet my pants slightly it was always unintentional. Either I would have to wet myself consciously and deliberately or put myself in positions where an accident was inevitable. I explored ideas with Tom over the next several days, both to understand what he really wanted and to work things through in my own mind.
I quickly realised that it would probably be much easier to wee in my pants than to do to in bed but how to be able to at an appropriate time - a public accident was not something I wanted to experience, at least not yet. Over the next several weeks I tried to train myself to deliberately wee with my knickers on. Initially I would arrange to arrive home from work with a full bladder and then wee through my pants sat on the loo. Once I could just let go like this I tried it standing in the shower gradually finding it easier and easier to overcome years of conditioning. Most of the time i kept this secret from Tom, though once I knew that I could do it at an appropriate time I did stage a little accident for him, with very enjoyable results. The strange thing was, I began to find wet pants quite enjoyable and on some days when I had the house to myself would wet myself and then keep my wet knickers on till they dried. One warm and sunny Saturday Tom was out all day and I spent it in the garden, drinking lots of water and just going in my pants as the urge arose, bringng myself off by rubbing myself through the soaking gusset on three occasions. This was getting interesting!
Deliberately wetting the bed was a different matter however and there was obviously less opportunity to practice - a wet bed during the working week would have been a real nuisance. My chance came when Tom went away for a long weekend with his football mates. I took Friday off work so had three days to myself - this was my chance. On Thursday night I drank plenty of water and deliberately wore the same knickers and pyjamas that I had on when I had my little accident. I woke up bursting for a wee but stayed in bed, getting more and more desperate. I tried to let go but it was far more difficult laying down and I only dribbled a bit. Then suddenly my desperation became overwhelming, I relaxed my control and it happened. A hot flood poured over my thighs and bottom soaking my pyjamas and the bed. I'd done it - I'd wet the bed on purpose and OMG, it was a fantastic feeling. Just touching myself through my soaking nightclothes brought me to shattering orgasm and I then laid there in my wetness for over an hour, pleasuring myself twice more.
I repeated the experiment on Saturday and again on Sunday. On the third occasion I woke up with a full bladder as expected but this time just rolled onto my back, relaxed and let it flow. I had done it, I could wet the bed and my pants as and when I wanted to so long as my bladder was pretty full. Now I'll just have to wait for the chance to do it for Tom. |
Author's note: Two things you don't need to correct me on.
Robots don't pee. There's no explanation and there isn't supposed to be. That's just how it works here.
I know Layer's body isn't actually mostly nude. The part that looks like her nude torso is actually part of her outfit, just colored similar to her skin.
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In defiance of all expectations, the halls of Maverick Hunter HQ were silent. The world outside was in turmoil, with the new generation Reploids going haywire and kidnapping Lumine, the head of the Jakob Project, taking control of the orbital elevator that provided the only salvation for the human race on this dying Earth. Right now, suspicion of the mastermind behind the plot fell squarely on Sigma, not because they had any concrete evidence, but because Sigma had been the mastermind nine times in the past. It was just standard now.
That was the reason why the base was so quiet, because X and Axl were doing the work out in the field, currently investigating the Primrose laboratory. Back in the HQ, Alia was pulling navigator duty, with Layer in the same room, who had nothing to do in the meantime. She was alone with her thoughts, and not very interesting ones either. All she could do was wait for the Maverick Hunters to return, and bid to be navigator next time.
At least Alia had something interesting to keep her occupied. "You found a Rare Metal," she exclaimed over the communications channel. "Be sure to swing by the R&D Lab when you return to Hunter Base." Alia turned from her monitor to face Layer. "Speaking of the R&D Lab, I haven't seen Pallette in some time."
Layer shrugged. "I'm sure she's locked herself up in the lab to work without distraction."
"Well, would you tell her that Axl will be paying her a visit soon? I'm preoccupied providing support here."
Though it didn't show on her blank face, eyes hidden behind purple bangs, Layer was happy to have something to do. "Alright." She stood up from her chair and leisurely walked out of the command room, into the quiet corridors. Most of the lower-ranked Hunters were out in the field, keeping the humans safe from the new generation Reploid uprisings, leaving the base deader than the aftermath of the Eurasia crash, it was a little lonely.
Though, it wasn't totally empty, as Layer soon discovered, bumping into someone she didn't see, the impact against what felt like a solid wall sending her reeling away, almost falling on her rear as she tripped backwards on her heel. The only thing that prevented her from hitting the floor was an arm darting behind her back to catch her. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were there."
She didn't need to see to recognize the voice, yet she still brushed her hair out of her eyes to witness her savior. Who else would it be but the red SA-Class Maverick Hunter, Zero, coming to her aid. Layer's face illuminated in a crimson blush, freezing her motors. "Y-you didn't need to help me."
"I didn't need to let you fall either." He lifted Layer to her feet, allowing her to stand on her own.
Layer straightened her hair, obscuring her eyes once more. "So...why are you still here? Shouldn't you have some kind of work out in the field?"
"X has been insisting that I stay behind," Zero answered, a hint of an irritated look in his eyes. "He thinks he needs to worry about my well-being."
Listening to Zero's complaints, Layer suddenly wasn't so sure. She, much like every Reploid and human, knew of Zero's reputation as a fearsome warrior, all his exploits that led to him being a unique asset to the Maverick Hunters. While she wasn't part of the team at the time, she had heard about how Zero was the only true fighting force they had during X's brief stint in retirement, before Axl was around. Yet, she wasn't feeling the vibes of the cool, confident soldier Zero was built up to be. No, this was vulnerability, weakness. Suddenly, that story she had heard earlier fit into place. "Zero...X told me about how Sigma's used you in the past."
"He mentioned that?" Layer nodded, and Zero sighed, his hand starting to shake in anger. "He used me to spread a virus, he's manipulated so many factions into warring, and he's caught innocents in his crossfire. Innocents like Iris."
Layer hadn't heard that name before, but the way Zero said it, wistfully and nostalgic, implied some history. "Who's Iris?"
"I...I'd rather not talk about it. Point is, Sigma has done so much evil to this world, yet he refuses to stay down any time we kill him. That's why, this time, I'm going to turn him into the pile of molten scrap he deserves to be."
Zero's rage was tranquil, but furious all the same. The topic of Sigma really hit a raw nerve, and turned him into a dangerous machine, completely different from the collected Reploid she had been introduced to. And this was the man she fell for, Layer needed to accept. "I...I will do all I can to assist you."
Even in his moping, Zero still smiled at that. "I appreciate the support. So, what are you doing around this end of the base anyway?"
Truthfully, Layer had nearly forgotten what her mission was upon talking with Zero. She stammered as she attempted to recover that information, the moment just becoming uncomfortable before she remembered. "Alia sent me to collect Pallette."
"I see. I'm sure X and Axl have been keeping her busy with all the upgrades they need. I won't trouble you with my concerns any longer. See you later." With a wave, Zero departed down the hall, in the direction Layer came from, leaving the navigator alone once again.
Layer didn't even notice she had been holding her breath until Zero was out of sight. And, despite his absence, she couldn't stop looking where he departed to. And she couldn't stop thinking about him either. Her eyes glazed over as she stood still as a statue, again forgetting her assigned task, until she had solitude for a full minute to reset her mind. She shook her head and slapped her cheeks to regain her senses and surroundings. "I can't allow myself to be distracted again." Running, to avoid anything else to steal her attention, she dashed through the door to the R&D lab.
"So then I said, 'With this power, I'll never lose', and shot him before he had any idea what was going on!" As soon as she entered the lab, it became clear that she had taken too long a detour, as Axl had already arrived, recounting some tale of his exploits to Pallette, more focused on her work than the story.
"Alright, Axl, it's not right to brag," X warned, pulling Axl away by his shoulder, only noticing Layer's presence as they pulled away. "Oh, Layer. Do you need something with Pallette?"
"No...not anymore. How long have you two been here?"
"Only a few minutes," X answered. "We'd just like to know the nature of the rare metal we picked up."
"Well, you're going to be waiting a while," Pallette interjected, finally looking up from her workbench, lifting her purely-cosmetic glasses above her eyes. "It takes time for me to turn these into something usable."
X nodded. "Then we'll let you go to not disturb your work. Come on, Axl."
"Yeah, alright. Can't complain about getting to give more Mavericks the business end of my gun," Axl boasted, spinning his pistol on his index finger as the two Maverick Hunters left the lab.
Layer waited to make a comment until she was sure X and Axl were out of earshot. "Don't you find Axl hanging around you annoying?"
"Ha! Look who's talking! He's not doing anything different than you do with Zero, he's just more forward and loud about it." Flipping her glasses back down, she took another close look at the rare metal she had just been delivered. "Just what I thought, I'm going to need some extra materials."
"It's not enough to make something already?"
"Well, sort of. I could use this to make a new weapon for Zero, something small and wide, like a fan. Problem is, I don't have the materials in the lab to make the hilt to channel it."
"What do you need?"
"Ceratanium and litnium, I'd say."
"Should we tell X to look out for them?"
"Nah, I don't want to bother him with scavenging when he has more important things to do." Pallette pulled open a desk drawer and reached inside, pushing its contents around until she found what she was looking for, pulling it out for all to see: a cutesy, decorated, colorful gun. "Not when we can do it ourselves! You coming with?"
While neither operator was specifically constructed for combat, in a dangerous world like this, it wasn't uncommon for newer Reploids to be built with the ability to fight in a limited capacity. Layer herself had a Beam Rapier strapped at her waist, yet she was reluctant to use it at the moment. "Is it really a smart idea for two of the Maverick Hunter's navigators to go on their own in the midst of a crisis?"
"Aw, don't leave me going out on my own! Alia's been around for longer than both of us, she can handle the work for a little while!" Her argument seemed to make no impact on Layer, as she remained silent, leaving Pallette to pout. Until another idea came to her, one so devilish she couldn't help but smirk. "You sure about your choice? I mean, if we make a new weapon for Zero, you can be the one who gives it to him."
Layer froze, her face turning a luminescent red that almost matched the hue of Zero's armor. "I-I'm not so single-minded that I'd go along with a poor decision just to get in Zero's good graces."
"But it would help, wouldn't it?" Pallette's grin doubled in intensity, and she leaned in close to Layer, accentuating the height difference between the two. And, just to be even more irritating, she began prodding Layer with her elbow. The moment quickly became a game of which Reploid had the tougher mettle to outlast the other.
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"So, where do you expect to find your metals," Layer questioned, digging through a pile of rubble.
"X defeated a giant robot in this area years ago, and I hear the recovery operation was pretty lackluster. Look for piles of scrap they never got around to picking up."
"I don't have the sensors installed to classify what the metals I pick up are. Do ceratanium and litnium have any outward indicators to their identity?"
"Well...I didn't bring my scanner, so...just tell me if you find anything that looks interesting, and I'll look over it."
Layer sighed. This whole mission had been a failure so far, from the long walk to this location after they incorrectly input the coordinates into the teleporter, to the mechaniloids nesting in the area they had chosen that needed to be chased away, and destroying the stragglers. All that had wasted hours of their time, and now Layer needed to dig through rubble for who knew how long. Pallette was already taking a guess that the refuse of this giant robot had either of the materials they were looking for, never mind the low chance that it would still be here after years of neglect.
There was reason to worry about all the time they were spending away from Maverick Hunter HQ. While she had done the job alone for years, it was still unfair to leave all navigator duties to Alia for longer than necessary. Leaving HQ understaffed in a time of need was also a reckless thing to do, they were certainly reasons Layer was considering, eating away at her and making her feel guilty.
However, those weren't the primary reason Layer was worried, for another painful indicator of the time passed had manifested, within her body, directly within her abdomen. Spending most of her day sitting in front of a computer, being pulled to this garbage dump without much preparation, it was no surprise that she'd need the little navigator's room eventually.
She gingerly pressed her thighs together with a little rub, creating friction through her tall black stockings. "What a bad time for this to be a concern," she lamented, fighting the urge to press down on or grab the affected area of her person.
Needing to pee now was inconvenience in its purest form. Obviously, she wasn't going to find a working bathroom in the heaps of trash, and she didn't see anything anywhere close on the walk to this point, the former battleground was in the middle of a desert. And, given they had made no progress in their search as of yet, unless they found the mother lode and finished very soon, the chances of returning to Maverick Hunter HQ in time for Layer to relieve herself were slim.
Well, there was another possibility, though one Layer didn't want to think about. With all the tall piles of junk littering the sands, if she absolutely had to... "I'd rather not, but...I might have to do it behind some trash." Just find the most suitable piece of cover, remove her underwear, and let the relevant fluids drain right out. At least the garbage she'd be hypothetically doing her business on was already dirty, her liquids would do it no harm.
Some of the trash began to shift and shudder near Layer, freezing her as her gaze jolted directly to the spot. The pile stayed quiet for a while, but she never looked away, slowly reaching to the rapier holstered on her waist, expecting a fight. And no matter how much time passed, she refused to be at ease, patiently waiting for the attack. It didn't quite come, as the side of the hill collapsed, and out crawled a mechaniloid, broken and beaten, clinging to operation. Its metal plating was rusted and in pieces, one arm was missing, and everything below the midsection of the torso completely destroyed.
Layer sighed, drawing her rapier to ignition. It was clear this thing wouldn't be a threat, but she didn't exactly want something watching her, especially not now. With no sense of urgency, she slowly walked over to the near-corpse of the robot, straining to even look up at her. With her blade at the ready, Layer stabbed downwards, piercing the head and shutting it down, as its motors failed and it collapsed, blending in with the rest of the inanimate waste.
"So, some of these are still functional," Layer sighed, sheathing her rapier. All the more reason not to expose herself in a place like this. So many eyes could see her, from barely-living mechaniloids, to fully-operational ones patrolling the area, to satellites looking down from space, everyone was potential witnesses to what could become her greatest shame. Oh, and there was the threat of being attacked by the roaming enemies she had already encountered and sliced apart, during a time she couldn't properly defend herself.
Technically, she wouldn't have to be completely unprotected. If she were to ask Pallette for a little support, there was a good chance she would agree. She just had to ask Pallette first. Easier said than done. Not that Layer and Pallette were on any bad terms, but Layer was reserved and quiet, and they hadn't known each other for that long, asking for help in a matter like this was an awkward proposition, to say the least.
"...I shouldn't even be thinking of things such as this." Of course, why was she even considering the logistics of peeing outdoors? That was a point she wouldn't let herself reach, it was demeaning and unbecoming for someone as capable as herself. No, whatever it took, she would complete this task and return to Maverick Hunter HQ before she became too desperate to seriously think doing it outside was acceptable practice.
"Layer! Did something happen over here?" Layer had spaced out, to the point that she didn't even notice Pallette running towards her. Good thing she hadn't resorted to grabbing herself yet, that would be a state to find her in. Though, the real sight was just as strange, Layer still holding the hilt of her rapier, standing above the demolished remains of an old mechaniloid. "I can't imagine that was a threat...did it startle you, Layer?"
"It did no such thing. I just preferred to end its suffering."
"Yeah, 'suffering' is right. Look at it." Pallette walked closer, bending down to get a closer look. "It's creepy. I don't know if I could have handled that thing suddenly appearing near me."
"Yes, I can imagine you screaming and running away at the sight."
"No, not like that," Pallette pouted, hands on her hips. "I can handle one robot! I was more talking about...well..." Instead of finding the words, the small navigator instead opted to let actions speak for her. Her hands on her waist instead moved to the spot between where her legs connected to her torso, a light grip applied to that body part as her right foot wiggled in its place in the sand. "You know, the kinds of problems being startled now would cause."
Layer immediately understood, though she wished she hadn't. Pallette's little dance was a perfect visual reminder of the need she herself was fighting back, and in a moment of unthinking, she almost copied said dance. Though she didn't show how sympathetic to the plight she really was through her words. "Have some shame."
"Oh, I'm so far past the point of shame! I gotta go!"
"Would you prefer we return now?"
"No! We still need those metals, and I don't give up so easily! I'll just...figure something else out."
"Don't tell me you're planning to go somewhere out here."
Pallette's eyes widened practically out of her head. "I wasn't expecting to hear you suggest something so...bold. I didn't even think of that!" She looked around, focusing on each stack of trash in contemplation. "Hey, that one looks good! Do you mind covering me while I do...that?"
Now it was Layer's turn to be shocked, reeling backwards. "You want me to what?"
"Just make sure I don't get attacked. Come on, I'm not going to take that long."
"That's not my point. Don't you think it's...degrading to relieve yourself in a place like this?"
"It'd be a lot more degrading to come back to HQ with my bodysuit all wet! I'm not asking for much, there's barely any mechaniloids around here anyway, it won't be much to protect me for a minute!"
That wasn't exactly the part of the scenario worrying Layer most, but Pallette's voice was getting high-pitched and squeaky, which meant she'd never shut up until she got what she wanted. "Fine, just stop whining."
"Oh, thanks, Layer! I'll be as quick as possible!" Without wasting even a moment, Pallette tossed her pistol to Layer and bolted behind the nearest heap of scrap, out of sight, but certainly not out of mind. In fact, it was all Layer could think about now, how her partner was so casually able to pee in the open, and how she was preparing to do so right now.
"I...I might need to...no! I can't think like that! Unlike a certain other Reploid, I still have some shame. I will restrain myself until I reach a proper location." She was adamantly sticking to her sense of pride, yet the only thing she could picture was Pallette, behind that wall of garbage, yanking her coverings off and allowing a stream of tinged liquid to escape her. A little moan escaped Layer as she tried her hardest to erase that image from her imagination.
While Layer was doing her best to not envision Pallette's undressing, Pallette was working hard to make it happen at all. Her outfit consisted of more parts than Layer's, at least where it mattered at the moment. She preferred to wear a black bodysuit that covered everything from her feet to her neck, so without any opening on the crotch, she had no choice but to strip nude every time she wanted to use the restroom. Not usually an issue, she always used the toilet with enough time to spare, and with Layer standing guard, she wasn't worried about being seen now.
Unfortunately, the bodysuit was the last piece she needed to worry about, with the armor on her arms and legs above it, she had no choice but to carefully unclasp and remove every single piece. And with her need as bad as it was, that was a hard task to swallow, enough to make her release a cry of anguish. "Now's possibly the worst time to be having this problem!"
Still, it's not like she had much of a choice, her bodysuit was too thick for her to safely pee through. Bending over, she reached behind her left ankle, undoing the fasteners keeping her boot on, splitting it at the heel and allowing her to simply step out. Without the bottom piece, the rest of her leg armor could simply slide off her foot. The right side followed much the same way.
The arms were a little more challenging, with only one hand being available for each, it took twice as long to release the clasp on her left forearm so it could fall off. The only solace was that she was ambidextrous, so needing to use her left hand to free her right arm took no more time. However, it still wasn't fast enough, as the knowledge that she was approaching relief closer and closer was sending her desperation into overdrive, causing her to start violently stomping the ground beneath her nearly-bare feet with a pained grimace on her face. Without any arms available to grab herself, not unless she wanted to delay release even longer, the dance was all she could do to stave off any leakage. It didn't quite work, a few drops trickling into her clothing. "Eep!"
Even now, she still wasn't done. Her shoulder pads were connected by a collar, requiring her to reach behind her neck to undo the latch, letting it fall off her front. That's when she also noticed all her armor had fallen into a pile of their own on the spot, limiting her options to go here without getting her stuff all wet. At least with her hands open, she could use both of them to tightly grip her crotch, as it had been begging her to do for quite some time, as she rounded the trash heap to get away from her belongings.
That just left the bodysuit. Pressing her knees together and taking her hands off, sending a jolt of intensity through her upon taking away the best source of pressure she had, she reached behind her back to find the zipper keeping the final piece on her person. It wasn't easy without being able to see it, doubly difficult with her body jiggling as she rubbed her knees against one another, doing very little good as her legs began to feel the warmth of pee streaking down them. Finally, her fingers hit the metal tag to her zipper, a sensation she responded to by reflexively gripping it tight, yanking it down the toothed path, exposing her back, the elastic material relaxed enough for gravity to take hold and pull it down the front to her stomach, revealing her tiny breasts for any to see.
That wasn't enough freedom for Pallette, and she hooked both her thumbs around the folds of the bodysuit hanging off her waist, shoving them down with one forceful push, sending it falling to her feet. Normally, this would be enough for her to sit on the toilet and freely go, but that wasn't exactly the position she was aiming for now. The correct next stop would be to step out of the item and kick it away so she could squat with a clear path, but that wasn't happening, as her body quickly informed her by pushing out a giant squirt of pee, straight down into the clothing she was trying so hard to keep from getting any wetter.
"Aahhhhh!" Doing things the proper way was going to take too long, she needed release and she needed it now. Racking her brain at supercomputer speeds, there was only one ending that resulted in anything less than a total soaking. Bending over at a 45 degree angle with her feet firmly planted in place and hands on her thighs supporting her weight, Pallette stuck her rear out as far as she could, aiming her privates back away from her legs.
It was a miracle she could work as fast as she did, because she just couldn't hold it any longer. Once her butt was protruding behind, there were no spurts to give, a solid outpour of urine as yellow as her hair shooting out like a hose, splattering a crater in the sand, a perfect place to produce a pond of pee. The warm fluid continued to gather and pool together, expanding the pit while still overflowing it, spreading outwards in rivulets pulsing and pushing away from the rippling point of impact, creating the loud, punchy sound of pee crashing into pee.
"Phew....haaaahhhh," Pallette moaned, exhaling a deep sigh as she closed her eyes and lost herself to the relief. She was no stranger to holding pee, often lost in her work too much to notice her tank filling until a sudden jolt pleading her to stop and use the restroom, but it was never as desperate as she had been now. As such, the relief was unlike anything she had felt before, it was practically unbelievable how much better she was already feeling when she was only half-drained.
But while Pallette was experiencing bliss, Layer, mere feet away, was suffering torture. She knew she needed to go, but hearing someone else do it so loudly was a whole different story. There were no longer any secondary thoughts on her mind, it was all just about how badly she needed the toilet. She had every intention of continuing to delay her release until reaching a real bathroom, but Pallette's noises were increasing her desperation so fast, that seemed like an impossibility. It seemed impossible to even wait until Pallette was finished herself. She wanted to yell that she had waited long enough and it was her turn to pee now, but a sense of modesty prevented it. But it wasn't strong enough to prevent her from grabbing at her crotch, after strapping Pallette's gun to her waist, bouncing on her heels and biting her bottom lip.
"Layer! Layer! Listen to me!" The shouting shook Layer from her guarded shell, finding Pallette invading her personal space from the front, practically standing on Layer's feet in a futile attempt to match height to make even eye contact.
"H-how long have you been standing there," Layer questioned, hastily yanking her hands off her crotch and slamming them to her sides.
"I've been trying to get your attention for almost a full minute! I even grabbed my gun off you without you noticing," she bragged, holding up her pistol to prove it. "I'm all done, and it looks like you really really need it now. I'll watch out for you too."
Given that she had been potty dancing for that full minute with Pallette watching, it was unavoidable that her need would be recognized. "That won't be n-necessary. I refuse to do s-something so degrading in a place like this."
"I don't think now's the right time to be stubborn," Pallette warned. "I mean...there's a little something down there already." She pointed downwards, at Layer's legs.
Layer had no idea what she was talking about, forcing her to look down to get any clue. And she saw it, a couple little drops falling from her black underwear, turning the very bottom shiny. Removing her hands had disastrous consequences, it seemed. "I-I...er..."
"Just go, Layer! I promise I won't tell anyone you did what had to be done!" Pallette stepped out of the way, waving her arms, gesturing to the same trash pile she had just turned into a toilet.
Layer hesitated. She really didn't want to do this. It just seemed wrong. But she didn't really have any options left. Even if they found their metals very soon, it just wouldn't be fast enough. If she were to teleport back to HQ right now, not only was she not entirely sure she'd be able to run to the bathroom fast enough, but she'd be leaving Pallette alone in a dangerous place like this. If she brought Pallette back with her, they'd have abandoned their mission with accomplishing anything, and without recording their movements from the incorrect teleport point, they would need to walk back the long way to start again. It defied every fiber of her character, but she was out of options. "Fine. Then I'll just..."
Pallette wasn't even looking at her anymore. Layer had no idea why she kept blacking out enough to miss everything happening around her. "Uh, you might need to hold off on that." Pallette pointed at something else, off in the distance.
Once again, Layer was left in the dark without an explanation, requiring her to look for herself, turning her head with a strain like her joints were jammed. And when she saw, she really wished she didn't look. Mechaniloids. No small number of them. Road Riders, Bee Bladers, Batton Bones, and Ride Armors, all gathered in a huge army. Looking straight at the two navigators. Pallette leaned in and whispered to Layer, "I'm not going to be able to return the favor to cover you, just so you know."
"We should retreat."
"Not an option. They're blocking teleportation. We're going to need to fight our way through. What are the chances you'll be able to handle that?"
"Zero. Uh, percent, I mean."
"Then, I think you're just going to have to accept your drenched fate." Pointing her gun at the approaching enemies, Pallette took the initiative by firing off a rapid barrage of bullets, quickly whittling away at the first mechaniloid she pointed them at. With the first shots fired, the battle began, the robot army now charging towards the Reploids at full speed. By the time they arrived, Pallette had managed to take out one of them.
Now, Layer had no choice but to engage in combat, regardless of her physical state. Piloting Ride Chasers, the Road Riders reached the navigators first, and it was Layer's duty to dispatch them. Without the ability to change course quickly, all Layer needed to do to dodge was sidestep, simultaneously igniting her Beam Rapier, slicing the driver in two as he drove past. Without a rider, the Chaser swerved out of control, crashing into a garbage heap and sending all pieces flying in the explosion.
This method repeated itself several times, with every Ride Chaser barreling down on Layer, as she eliminated each one the same way. But each time, it got more difficult, as Layer grew stiffer, her motors seizing up in an attempt to keep her urine inside her. As her panties turned damper, the urge to give up her fight only screamed louder, until it was a really tempting proposition. She'd embarrass herself, having an accident in the middle of a battle because she didn't want to go outside when no one was looking at her, but it would free her from the burden of holding and allow her to concentrate on not dying.
Yet, the flood never came. She was no longer consciously holding, she had just grown so accustomed to making herself suffer that she refused to wet herself despite the harrowing situation she was in, but not holding on purpose did nothing to make it easier. Every tiny motion, from dashing out of the way of an attack to swinging her blade, resulted in an agonizing burning sensation. If someone had told her this was something she'd experience in the future, she would have imagined being immobilized by the pain.
Instead, Layer continued to fight, with all the grace and finesse of X in Gaea Armor. The joints in her elbows were stiff before, now it looked like they never existed in the first place, with the wild way she swing her whole torso, arm extended, to hit anything. The power of the Beam Rapier still did the job in slicing apart mechaniloids, but the close-range weapon's advantage in speed was now lost. For every enemy she slayed, she left herself open long enough for another to take her place, as she flailed wildly in a circle in an attempt to cull their numbers.
Despite her hardest efforts, on two fronts, Layer was soon surrounded by opponents, all pointing their weapons at her. She had even lost sight of Pallette in the shuffle. Attempting a counterattack now would be foolish, it would be asking to be riddled with holes, holes that would spurt out fluids other than urine, though it felt like there was still enough pee in her to overshadow all else, even after all that had leaked out and was now decorating her legs.
"Out of the way!" Like a gust of gale-force wind, an entire slice of the robots encircling her was blown into the air, crashing into their neighbors, opening a path for escape.
However, in that open gap now laid something even more dangerous, a silhouette set against the sun, with a long ponytail blowing in the wind, carrying a glowing green saber. It was the best sight Layer had seen in what felt like ages. "Zero!"
Dashing forward with his saber extended, leaving behind a bolt of electricity where he once resided, Zero quickly reached Layer. "We saw a large-scale amassing of mechaniloids in this area, and Alia said you were here. I was the only one still free to help, but I'm more than enough to take care of these robo-junkers!"
"There's still a lot of them," Layer worried, swiveling as well as she could to run a count of the remaining enemies.
"That's still no problem! Layer, let's team up! Double attack!" Energy seemed to exude from Zero, empowering Layer with strength unlike anything she had felt before. It did nothing to soothe her deadly levels of desperation, unfortunately, but she could at least ignore it for a second. She was swept up in the power she shared with Zero, time seemed to stop and the surroundings fade away, and their dual onslaught began.
Layer couldn't even keep up with what she was doing, not being built for this kind of action, she had no choice but to let the program overtake her. All she could do was watch as she swung her rapier in every direction, with spins, stabs, and slashes. But even her surge of ability couldn't even compare to Zero, moving in a blinding red flash between opponents, dying the air green with the streaks of his saber moving faster than light.
Before Layer could even register the true nature of what she was doing, it was over. Her senses returned to her in a flash of lucidity, and each and every one of the mechaniloids exploded simultaneously. There was no sound other than the wind for some seconds following, the lack of any noise confirming they had successfully eliminated the threat. Zero disengaged his Beam Saber and stored it on his back. "Thanks for the assist, Layer," he praised, giving a thumbs up to no particular target.
By some coincidence, that was the direction Pallette emerged from. "Phew! Thanks for helping, Zero! I thought we were goners for sure! Layer especially probably would have been doomed without you!"
"What do you mean by that," Zero asked, turning to Layer for some clarification.
She could have told him it was because she was stuck on the front lines with a sword, that would have been believable, but she knew what exactly Pallette was instead referring to. Layer had already forgotten about her need, somehow, but the fierce return of desperation ready to explode like a Giga Crush made sure she was properly reminded.
She needed relief, fast. No, she needed relief now. In a tragic twist of fate, now that she was perfectly willing to do her business outdoors, Zero's presence now made that an impossibility. Without interference, she could teleport back to Maverick Hunter HQ, guilt-free now that Zero could accompany and guard Pallette. Granted, she was sure she'd have an accident immediately upon arrival, but Alia would be the only one around to witness it there. It was a close follower to the worst place she could do it, but it wasn't the absolute worst, and that was enough for her.
Problem was, she needed to initiate the transfer manually. It was a simple process, but anything more complicated than "effortless" was asking too much of her now. Not for lack of trying, but this fight was over. "I...I..." Layer wanted to say something, warn her onlookers of the horrible thing they were about to witness, but speech failed her.
It didn't matter that she couldn't verbalize her warning, the core message was soon revealed for them to see. Because they had no reason to look at her crotch, neither Zero nor Pallette had noticed the light reflection on her underwear or thighs, but the sounds of drips dragged their attention to the points of impact, between Layer's feet. As such, they noticed the golden drops falling with their own eyes, evolving from tiny splatters to large splashes in seconds, and quickly turn into a heavy waterfall with only one possible source: a wet patch growing from the center of Layer's black panties, with even more running down the outside of her black stockings, into her boots.
The only thing creating any dissonance in the heavy downwards flow was Layer's shuddering and shaking altering the collision with the sand. She wasn't cold, not when she had so much hot urine rushing down her bottom half, but she was in utter shock, shutting down her intelligent thought. She had spent so long holding her pee, putting herself through pure agony, for the chance that she wouldn't need to do this degrading action outdoors, something that turned out to be unavoidable thanks to awful luck. So instead of pulling her underwear off and releasing a clean pee in an uncomfortable place, she got to drench herself with others watching from mere feet away.
It was the worst moment of her life, but Layer still had to admit: it felt a little good. She had nearly burst, and while it was in the worst possible location, relief was still relief. Going from one extreme to the other was bound to feel nice, and Layer was no exception. She didn't want to give her body the satisfaction of knowing she enjoyed this, balling her fists and clenching her teeth in an attempt to hide her bliss, but it was just too strong. "Haahhh....haaaaaahhhhhh..." Seemed she had a real problem making her body obey her today.
Though, she couldn't blame herself for resorting to wetting, when she was holding so much that it seemed to never end. Time kept passing, and Layer kept peeing at the same power. It seemed bottomless, until a full minute later, when the torrent finally declined...into a hissing hose spray. Another ten seconds of that brought it down to a steady rush, more akin to what her pees usually looked like, before there was just nothing left to release, outside a few final squirts to truly ensure there was nothing left stored inside her.
Without any splashing or flooding left to drown out her voice, and without her focus divided on keeping dry, now would have been an excellent time for Layer to explain herself, attempt to justify what she had just done. Yet, no words came to her. There was just no way to convey what could have led to this shame without sounding like a fool. The silence gave Pallette the opportunity to speak her mind first. "W-wow, Layer...that was enough to douse a fire! You could have beaten Burn Rooster with that much water!"
That didn't make Layer feel any better. "L-listen...Zero..."
"I'm just going to pretend that I didn't see that." Zero turned around to give Layer privacy, too little too late. "Can't have you getting uncomfortable whenever we see each other."
"W-what makes you think that's possible? I'll never be able to live this down."
"I need you to be my navigator, Layer. I need someone watching out for me so I can fight Sigma. And I won't be able to count on you if you can't talk to me anymore."
Layer's face began glowing red like she was suffering a reactor meltdown. "Y-y-y-y-y..." Even one word to start the sentence was asking too much of her now.
Sensing how slowly this conversation would progress without her help, Pallette jumped in, putting her arm around Layer's back. "She's got you covered, Zero! She'll be by your side whenever you need it!"
"Good to hear." Wanting to get away from what was frankly a very awkward moment, Zero teleported out in a beam of vertical energy.
Layer continued staring ahead at where Zero used to be until Pallette reached up to wave her hands in front of her covered eyes. "Layer! Earth to Layer! Come down your orbital elevator back to us, Layer!"
"D-did he just say he needed me?"
"Yep, he sure did! You've impressed him a lot, Layer! I mean, I'm sure this didn't help matters, but you're still on his good side! Be thankful for that!" Pallette patted Layer on the back, a little low thanks to the height discrepancy.
"I-I-I don't know what to do."
"Well, for starters, you can't be his navigator here! We should get back to HQ right now! I mean, I would have suggested that anyway for your own sake, but now you've got a reason!"
"Didn't we have something to find?"
"Metals? Did you see what Zero did? He doesn't imperatively need a new weapon. He can hold his own just fine. And so can you, as a matter of fact! That was cool!" In a stunning display of mood shift, directly after praising Layer's abilities, Pallette sniffed the air, recoiling back away. "But, um...wash up first when we get back. You're starting to smell really bad."
"T-that was the plan, Pallette. Let's just return."
"Sure. Oh, and don't worry, I won't trick Zero into accidentally walking in on you in the bath," she claimed, giving an exaggerated wink at the end.
Layer didn't respond, at least not in words. Instead, she quickly grabbed her Beam Rapier, activating its blade and pointing the tip at Pallette, who backed away, hands in the air. "Okay, okay, I really won't if you're going to be so defensive about it. Not like you don't show off everything already," she muttered under her breath, crossing her arms and puffing her cheeks.
Layer heard it, but she didn't have the energy left to argue any further. She instead locked in the coordinates to Maverick Hunter HQ stored in her memory banks, wasting no time teleporting out herself, eager to wash the stench of urine off her body with a bath and a change of clothes. She could never wash away the memory of what happened here today, it would reside in her, Pallette, and Zero forever, but...maybe that wasn't an entirely bad thing. |
Author's Note:
I had the itch to write again and so I decided try something a little different from my usual fare. A slight twist on my past style rather than a direct improvement. I included the bucket list of tags because the story will eventually contain some of all of them, though not necessarily all at the same time and definitely not in every chapter.
As always please reply with any comments, suggestions, critiques, or even just to say "hi". Don't worry, you won't hurt my feelings.
Enjoy.
AS: Beginning at chapter I is highly recommended for plot and character reasons. Desperation begins in chapter II and wettings and peeing begin in chapter IV.
Chapter I: The Gods Gather
For the first time in centuries, the thirteen gods of the Pantheon gathered within the stone chamber known simply as The Round. Hidden away from the rest of the world within its own secret space only they could access. Around the perfect triskaidecagonal table they sat on throne like seats as soft as cushions, each manifested in their preferred mortal form. Not truly omniscient or omnipresent, most preferred to stay with their chosen people or country.
Starting clockwise from the head of the table they were:
Ori, the goddess of creation and nominal head of the Pantheon. She took the form of a human wearing a simple gown of pure white that left her shoulders bare. Her long blond hair fell in a gentle sheet down her back and obsidian jewelry brought out her dark eyes. She was the patron of the holy city Arabesque.
Marshall, the god of war. He also appeared human, garbed in the traditional military uniform of Kylon. The sand colored uniform and metallic trimmings were extremely out of place. With his tall barrel chested figure and sharp expressions he cultivated a domineering presence. He was the patron of the Free State of Kylon.
Skale, the god of judgement and justice. Unlike the others who took on forms of their own ideals, he looked the same way he did before ascending to godhood, a pudgy vampire with slick, perfectly combed hair a cape with a popped collar and pointed features. He was the patron of the vampiric races and the Nightland Estates.
Marina, the goddess of magic and knowledge. A hemi-aima with the large fluffy ears and tail of a cat, she was the slimmest of all the gods with a curvy body that looked even skinnier next to Skale’s bulk. She wore a green robe open revealing a blouse and skirt both covered with button sized magic circles. She was the patron of hemi-aimas and the oasis city Sanctuary.
Idyl, the goddess of youth and beauty. She was a modestly endowed angel with ice blue hair, pearly skin, and long silver wings that somehow managed to fold neatly behind her if she needed them to. Probably because magic. She liked to dress in flowing silks and spent most of her time in Arabesque.
Marks, the god of the sea and traders. He looked aged with chiseled features and a thick iron colored beard and mustache. His royal blue colored leather uniform rivaled Marshall’s. He was the patron of the port city Thuhpoynt and the commercial hub Ovthis.
Comfrey, the goddess of nature. She changed her apparent age frequently, but never her race or gender. She looked like a fairy with translucent moth wings the same chocolate brown as her hair which she braided elaborately in the shape of a flower with a single strand allowed to hang loose. Right now she was at her most frequent state, that of an adolescent. In her opinion the prime state where one is just old enough to be capable and still have the infinite possibilities of life ahead of them. She wore a thick traveling cloak and sturdy leather clothing.
Parley, the god of philosophy and mercy. An elven scholar with emerald eyes like others of his race. He liked to travel widely but often returned to the forest glades of Old Haven to take care of the elven race and convene with Mainur.
Mainur, the god of cunning. A drow with blue purple skin and pitch black hair. He controlled vast swathes of the Below, the network of underground passages, caves, and dwellings belonging to various races. He was the patron god all who lived in the Below and had a reputation for pulling grand elaborate schemes for his own amusement, often at the expense of others although he had a known soft spot for Parley with whom he often met with.
Twilight, the goddess of death. A vampire who dressed in a pitch black dress that left her arms and legs exposed. It was hot as hell where the Kingdom of the Dead was situated necessarily close to the genesis flame. She originally died close to adulthood and kept the same appearance.
Karma, the goddess of luck and inspiration. A human dressed in a bizarre mess of tattered jacket over a nice shirt and pants and roughed boots. She lounged back in her chair as she always did rhythmically flipping a coin in the air to see how many times in a row she could get tails. Of course she could guarantee it with divine power but that would ruin the point. She was patron of the city Opportunity.
Arkhein, the goddess of custom. She was an elf clad not in the more traditional loose fitting garb of her kin, but a fitted golden vest, belted white shorts, a flowing cape, and stylized elbow length gloves and knee high boots. Her sea green hair contained a gold ornament depicting a hydra. She was the patron of the Empire.
Jack, the god of craftsmen. He was more muscly that even Marshall though not quite so tall. His leather clothing had all sorts of pockets hidden everywhere containing a multitude of half finished projects. He was the patron of the Kaiser Industrial Zone and Ori’s right hand man.
“Sorry, sorry.” Arkhein appeared and gracefully took her seat. “I had an issue to take care of.”
“That’s quite alright, we haven’t been waiting long.” Ori smiled at her before looking pointedly at Skale. “You were the one who convened this gathering, correct?”
“Indeed.” Skale nodded gravely. “I believe the time has come for an accounting.”
An accounting was when all the gods of the pantheon discussed the other gods of realm and decide for each one if they had done something worth pantheon intervention. Most of these gods such as Ordan the god of time, Zenith the god of the sky, and Miros the god of sea contented themselves with maintaining the laws over which they had been given dominion and never interfered with the mortal world. But there times when even these gods had to be brought in line such as when Miros began flooding the eastern shores or whenever the rogue god Dester tried to destroy the world.
Skale waved his hands, a glass of vibrantly pink liquid appeared in front of each of them. “...and I’ve recently been made aware of this drink I think we all should try.”
PS: If my chapters seem short, its because I break a new chapter approximately every 1000 words or so.
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Chapter III: Coming to a Head
Comfrey was the worst off of the goddesses. She had begun actively pedaling somewhere in the middle of Ori’s turn and permanently crossed her legs by Karma’s. Her right hand lay across her lap covering her left which was pressing hard against her crotch to help keep her need bearable as she quivered almost imperceptibly. She was still slowly dribbling into her panties every so often and could only pray that it wouldn’t get any worse.
Twilight was only slightly better than Comfrey. She had her feet slightly spread, feet pointed towards each other as she pressed her thighs together. One hand lay casually on the arm of her chair the other cupping her belly as she jammed the heel between her legs. She was shaking, but not noticeably so.
Marina had on her studious face, the perfectly neutral expression she used whenever listening to someone who clearly did not know what they were talking about but was under the false impression that they did. As goddess of knowledge and magic, that tended to happen a lot. Only her constantly flicking tail which she had curled over her lap to hide her hands gave any indication of how badly she was doing.
Idyl scissored her legs rapidly. Her garments would only draw more attention if she allowed herself to move too much so she could only rely on her lower body to fend for itself which it was doing admirably so far.
Arkhein did not so much as react. She was a goddess. Even if she couldn’t make the problem go away, she could deal with it. At least that was her mentality, reality had a way of rudely asserting itself. Still she refused to give in to her instincts instead relying solely on her abdominal muscles.
Ori had briefly tried to hoist her foot onto the seat but her gown made it impossible. Instead she shifted her weight around in her seat trying both find a comfortable position and maintain her usual air of serenity.
Karma was lucky enough to be doing the best.
It happened during Jack’s turn. Comfrey did her very best to remain subtle but after several spurts her undergarments were feeling very wet and she was teetering on a knife’s edge. She bit back a gasp and openly squirmed as she clamped down on a slow leak that she was almost certain made it through to her pants. A couple people looked at her and Comfrey smiled back, cheeks tinged pink from exertion. She pointedly waved, clenching all her muscles as tight as she could to hold back.
“Is something wrong?” asked Jack who paused in the middle of his report at the odd occurrence and looked over in concern.
“No, n-nothing’s wrong.” Comfrey spasmed but managed to keep her upper body relatively calm.
Jack was about to continue when Skale interrupted him by standing. Skale grinned widely displaying his prominent fangs in a very disturbing expression that he had never shown before.
“I think it’s time to end this charade and explain to you all why I really asked you to come today.”
The vampire spread his arms wide.
“Today the world changes. Today I am king of the world and none of you will stop me.”
“You’re out of your mind!” Ori glared at Skale from her seat.
“I disagree,” Skale replied seriously. “Judgment is enforcing justice, but let me ask you, what is justice?”
That brought them pause. The goddesses needed to put too much focus on maintaining their dignities to properly consider the question but the other gods appeared to be putting in serious thought.
“Is not justice the idea of what is fair?” replied Parley finally.
“Exactly.” Skale nodded. “But who decides what’s fair? Who gave the Pantheon the right to lord over the rest of the world? Who gave the Pantheon the right to prevent individual members from doing what they wish?”
Skale slammed his fist down on the table.
“Well no more. Today my word is law. If you disagree then stand up and face me.”
Jack, Marks, and Parley leapt to their feet. None of the goddesses did and neither did Marshal and Mainur who remained seated calmly.
Arkhein was the first of the goddesses to her feet gingerly bringing herself upright. Another spurt escaped into her undergarments but she clamped down, squeezing with all her might to hold back the flood threatening to ruin her pride as an elf, as a goddess, and in herself.
Karma was the next up, leaning forwards at the waist and bracing herself against the table.
Ori was the last to stand, gracefully rising to her feet but quickly had to jam a hand between her legs as she crossed her feet, the other arm resting across to conceal her deed.
Idyl and Marina tried to stand, but almost lost it immediately. Comfrey and Twilight didn’t even try.
Jack frowned deeply. “Are you all really okay with this Are you not going to stand against him?”
“They can’t.” Skale cackled before pointedy regarding Ori, Arkhein, and Karma coolly. “Frankly I’m amazed the three of you could.”
Arkhein stared back at him levelly, but her lower body was quivering, digging into her last reserves of strength and endurance. Karma merely raised an eyebrow at Skale while Ori shuddered before managing to regain her composure again.
“You see,” Skale continued now addressing Jack, Marks, and Parley. “They’ve been neutered, subject to mortal failings, disgraces, and humiliations.” He leered. “I wonder how pristine their undergarments are.”
All of the goddesses immediately flushed. Not one of them was dry.
“You monster.” Marks glared at Skale.
“Ah, but you see. I make the rules now. And I have decided that I don’t care for any of them. Their case is hopeless. Thus I have decided to punish them.”
“But how?”
“How?” Skale chuckled. “A little creation I made thanks to my own ingenuity and help from Mainur which they willingly ingested.”
“You went along with this, Mainur?!” demanded Parley.
Mainur shrugged. “I don’t wholly disagree with Skale. You need to join us Parley if you don’t want feel the wrath.”
Parley sighed and sat back down. “Then I guess I have no choice.”
Skale grinned mockingly at Marks and Jack. “It has already been decided. Come join us before I make you. After all, its just the two of you remaining.” He glanced pointedly at Ori who was trying very hard not to let her tiny steps rustle her gown, Karma who finally had to give herself a momentary squeeze, and Arkhein who try as she might was slowly caving under the pressure and glued her legs together in an attempt to buy her overtaxed muscles some support.
Marks stayed silent, glaring darkly at Skale but made no reply. Jack on the other hand smirked and pulled out some sort of cylinder covered in magical engravings.
“You’re not the only one with tricks.”
The device emitted a huge burst of light and deafening roar.
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Chapter IV: Fall From Grace
One moment Comfrey was sitting her stone seat struggling to keep her leaking slow enough to not be visible, the next she was standing in the middle of clearing in the forest surrounded by spirits and other fairies. She whimpered, dancing frantically and ineffectually as her leak worsened. She needed to take her hands off to remove her clothing, but the moment she let go, she let go. Her bladder emptied itself completely soaking her pants, boots, and even the hem of cloak and turning the ground muddy. Tears of shame glittered on her face, but at the same time she was glad to just be over with the ordeal.
After she finally finished and hiccoughed herself back to seriousness, she tried to remove the offending stains and then realized she couldn’t. With a weary sigh she approached a nearby fairy who was still staring at her in shock to ask where she could get a change of clothes.
Arkhein wasn’t alone when she appeared on the top of one of the towers of the Imperial Fortress, the seat of governance. Karma was also there immediately ripping down her pants as she started peeing even before her clothes were fully out of the way. The relief she felt was absolutely divine.
But the sound was doing no favors for Arkhein. The elf tried to hold herself shut with both hands, boots clattering against the roof as she bobbed and stepped. There was a wet spot on her shorts and it was only getting bigger. She managed to rip off her belt and only her belt before her shorts filled with piss. She openly sobbed knowing there was nothing she could do. She could only hope no one was there to watch her.
Twilight disliked the Kingdom of the Dead on a good day and she had experienced some truly awful days, but showing up in the middle of the Hall of Generals while a meeting was in full swing and trying desperately not to wet herself really took the cake. Especially since she showed up on the meeting table and they all recognized her.
She tried to flee, but could barely mince her way to edge of the table where she lost a spurt planting her rear on the tabletop before ever so carefully swinging her legs over the side. Her undergarments were wet, very wet, and so were her hands.
“You should still be wearing black, little girl.” One of the vampire generals Twilight really didn’t like taunted her.
Twilight blushed deep crimson. Evidently her underwear was on display when she appeared standing on the meeting table. In vampire culture, one started out in black undergarments, switched to light gray after completing potty training, and then to pure white upon reaching adulthood.
Normally Twilight would make some sort of snappy retort and put him in his place, but right now she didn’t have the capability and was quite preoccupied with other matters. She ducked out of the meeting hall and stumbled. Rivulets of pee trailed down her legs as she curtsied. She took a step and then had to curtsy again.
Footsteps approached from behind her, probably some of the generals come to see what she was up to. Twilight labored forwards eventually ducking into a room. Servants of different races turned to look at the vampire in surprise as she staggered a few more feet leaving a trail of pee in her wake before collapsing to her knees shaking like a leaf as piss flowed of her leaving a sopping puddle that almost reached the door.
Idyl flapped her wings and immediately regretted it. The sudden jolt nearly caused her to completely lose control immediately. She hopped in circles, hands firmly wedged between her legs as she fought to contain the ocean distending her normally flat belly.
Nearby Marina was also dancing with herself. The front of her skirt was hiked up as she plunged a hand into her panties to hold herself closed. Her tail waved back and forth curling in agitation. She cast a frantic glance at Ori.
Ori knew they were in Arabesque, her holy city. That much was clear from the modern curving architecture and vibrantly colored buildings. But exactly where they were in Arabesque was not something she could put her finger on just yet.
And her bladder wasn’t helping matters. Ori was prancing herself, skipping from foot to foot as she tried to think of a solution, any solution. Her grip tightened as another spurt slipped past her defenses and causing a minuscule wet patch on the front of her gown.
With a high pitched mewl, Marina sank to her heel shuddering violently. She managed to rise again a few seconds later, sweat dripping from her face as she panted heavily.
“I can’t hold it any longer!” she cried turning pleading eyes to Ori. “Is there anything we can do?”
Ori racked her brain, but she didn’t know. They couldn’t risk going on in public in their current states but every second they wasted here was another second ticking towards their inevitable failure.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. Ori rocked frantically but the wet spot on her gown grew larger as yet another spurt escaped her grasp.
“I got it!” Idyl’s wings flared as she hunched over for a moment. “That building right there. I think Fern mentioned it.”
Ori really wanted to ask who Fern was. However, she didn’t have time for that. She raced across the street into what appeared to be some sort of lobby area where she beelined for the restroom. Only after she made it into a stall did it occur to Ori just how difficult it would be to get her gown up.
She managed it, somehow. But she didn’t save her panties or the patch of floor around her feet although she did manage to get most of it in the toilet. |
Author's Note:
I've actually had a couple more chapters done, but I've been working on incorporating custom xparam functions into GTSB. And I still have to rebuild all my menus. Ugh.
Enjoy.
Chapter V: Moving Forward
Ori emerged with only a small wet patch on the front of her gown where she had been holding herself. Idyl who emerged from the next stall over had a platter sized wet spot on her front and her bottom was completely soaked. After all she’d had no opportunity to try to move her clothing out of the way before sitting down.
“Can you get me a new set of clothing?” Idyl asked blushing as she studied her reflection in the mirror over the sink.
“I don’t really want to go outside like this.” Ori gestured to her own wet patch. “What happened to Marina?”
“Wasn’t she with us?” asked Idyl looking around the restroom.
The door opened and Marina forced her way in a bulk of shopping bags hanging from each arm. Her legs still glistened with pee stains and her shoes squelched very wetly.
“You didn’t go out like that did you?” asked Idyl in disbelief.
“Of course not.” Marina’s ears pricked as she stared at Idyl.
“Then how did you go shopping?” asked Ori.
“I didn’t.” Marina picked her way carefully to a dry spot in the corner and set the bags down. She gestured to one of the magic circles inscribed on the collar of her robe. “I used a message spell to contact the local Pastor to get him to buy clothes for us.”
“I thought you needed a phone to do that.”
“You don’t.” Marina pawed through one of the bags and emerged with a one size fits set of very lacy undergarments. “It just makes it easier. I think these are meant for you.” She handed the package to Idyl.
“You got clothes for all of us?”
“Of course.”
Marina had gotten them decidedly less conspicuous outfits. Of her original outfit she kept only the blouse emerging with a new skirt and tennis shoes. Ori got a t-shirt and jeans while Idyl got a fashionable dress and cardigan.
“Victor!” Marina approached the sharp suited man waiting for them when they exited the restroom and gave him a big hug. “Thank you so much!”
“As if I could possibly refuse my goddess’s will.” But he chuckled and smiled warmly, bald head glinting slightly with the sun pouring through one of the large glass windows.
“But where’s Willow?”
“My wife… had a bit of an incident.” Victor looked towards Ori and Idyl who were watching them in various states of confusion. “She’ll be joining us soon. Who are they?”
Marina’s tail flicked with amusement. “They are Ori and Idyl.”
“Oh.” Victor bowed low. “Pray forgive my rudeness. I hope you are pleased with my selections.”
“They are fine,” replied Ori.
“And no harm done,” added Idyl with a wink.
“Yes, well.” Victor straightened again fixing his tie. “We should go to my house. I have made arrangements with Arche and Hayward.”
“Not to the local colleges?” asked Idyl.
Marina shook her head. “We need somewhere private.”
“We do have much to discuss.” Ori nodded approvingly. “A good plan for now.”
A black sedan waited for them parked at the curb. Everyone piled in but instead of driving off, Victor pressed his palm against the center of the steering wheel. With a flash of light their surroundings changed to the inside of a large two car garage. The other side of the garage didn’t contain a vehicle but all sorts of supplies, implements, and some sort of project on top of an outspread tarp.
Victor sighed as he looked at the half finished project and glowing magic circles and mana lines. “I keep telling them to clean up after themselves.”
“What is that?”
“Lily and her boyfriend are building a perpetual motion device for their college application.”
“But… that’s impossible even with magic.” Marina frowned.
Victor burst into raucous laughter. “That’s what I told them but they didn’t believe me.”
“I can’t believe Lily’s already twenty.”
“Nineteen, she skipped a grade. You’ve never seen her have you?”
Marina shook her head sadly. “It feels like only yesterday I was watching you and Willow get married.”
“The happiest day of my life,” mused Victor. “Twenty-two years must feel like nothing to an immortal.”
He led the way into a very modern home with glass and steel furniture. A very pretty fairy with lush blonde hair and blue butterfly wings wearing an apron over her dress greeted them as they came down the stairs. Victor briefly swept his wife into his arms with a kiss before allowing her to lead them through to the dining room.
There were two young people, a fairy and hemi-aima seated at one end of the table, a giant sheet of paper spread between them as they sketched from either end.
“Hi!” The fairy looked up with a bright smile. Lily looked like a younger version of her mother Willow but with darker wings and her father’s brown eyes. The hemi-aima raised a hand in greeting, not even looking up as he continued to draw.
The doorbell rang. Willow excused herself. “That must be Hayward.”
With seven people, the master bedroom was quite crowded but also private. Willow entered the room after Victor had led the goddesses in with a hemi-aima and middle aged man in tow. The middle aged man had white hair and a square jaw. The hemi-aima had the ears and tail of a fox. She was dressed in leather work clothes and a monocle that made her eye look comically large. |
Author's Note:
@tenck5k Lol, that's one way to wake up in the morning.
Warning: This chapter is plot. There's more omo content in chapter VII:
Chapter VI: Questions and Answers
“So you’re just like us again?” summed up Arche.
“Yes,” nodded Ori glumly.
“Not necessarily.” Marina rubbed at her chin thoughtfully. “What do you know about gods?”
“They’re… gods. Eternal, powerful, divine.” Victor shook his head frowning. “But if what you’re saying is true, that you all were once mortal, then clearly there must be more to it.”
“Aren’t they powered by the belief of their followers?” asked Willow. “Godly intervention tends to happen more during times of strong religious tendencies.”
“And that notion is wrong though I could see why people might think that. No, godly intervention increases because that is when it is needed most to deal with false prophets and crush those abusing our names.” Marina paced as she spoke rapidly. “Are all of you familiar with the Magical Model of Creatures?”
Everyone except Idyl and Arche nodded their heads.
“According to the Planar Model, there exist at least three planes. The genesis flame, the Kingdom of the Dead, and the mortal world. Most people seem to think that gods and immortals also exist on a different plane called the divine plane. They’re wrong.
Everything draws its existence from the genesis flame. It is theorized to be an infinite well of limitless mana. It is suspected the reason the Kingdom of the Dead is so hot is because it is saturated with energy from the genesis flame because it is closer than the mortal plane.
All living things have a physical body to house their portion of the genesis flame. When the physical body dies, the flame goes to the Kingdom of the Dead where it is given new life or stays. If a living thing accumulates enough of the genesis flame, its physical body will be rejuvenated by the mana bleed off. This is why magic users tend to live slightly longer. And if one accumulates enough of the genesis flame then it will keep the physical body at its peak forever.
This is immortality. Magic sustaining the body. But of course an immortal can still be killed by destroying its physical body.”
Marina paused and frowned laying a hand against her belly. She was conscious of her bladder filling again. It wasn’t bad, but she had used the restroom recently. Even if she was mortal again, she shouldn’t need the restroom so soon again, right?
“But there’s something more that makes us goddesses than just having a lot of magic.” Ori placed her hands on her hips as she thought aloud. “Not all of us started with lots of magic.”
“But all of us have a lot of magic now.” Marina refocused on her explanation. “A god is truly immortal because their existence is tied not to magic and a physical body, but to magic and an idea or concept. We can’t be killed unless our magic or idea is completely destroyed.”
“So what you’re saying is… he can’t kill us. So what DID he do to us then?”
Marina’s ears and tail flicked in annoyance as she pulled at her hair in frustration. “I don’t know. I need to do more research. It seems like our magic has been sealed using our bodies as a vessel. But how do you even do that?!”
“Um,” Idyl shifted on her perch on the side of the bed. “That doesn’t explain how he changed our bodies.”
“That’s much easier,” replied Victor. “Even I could probably modify a person’s body with magic. It would just take longer than I have to live.”
Everyone turned to stare at him for a few moments before Arche interrupted plaintively. “This is interesting and all, but what are Hayward and I here for?” She was fidgeting slightly and lay a hand on her lower belly. “And I’m sorry, but I really need to use the restroom.”
“I’m sure we could all do with a break.” Ori looked towards Victor, deferring the next action to him.
“Willow?” Victor passed the responsibility of playing host on to his wife. Willow smiled pleasantly and took Arche by the arm as she took her outside to show her to the restroom.
“Do you mind if I go next?” asked Marina sitting down next to Ori and squeezing her thighs together.
“You need to go again?” asked Victor in surprise.
Marina blushed slightly and nodded her head.
“It’s not just you.” Ori patted Marina’s shoulder.
“Unfortunately.” Idyl looked beautiful even when she was pouting. Her expression turned musing. “I wonder what the others are doing?”
Once everyone had a crack at the restroom, Marina laid out her plan. “We need to do more research, see what we need to do to reverse Skale’s magic. And then we need the equipment to do it. I asked Victor to invite Hayward and Arche over because I think we need to get in touch with Jack.” She turned to Hayward. “You do have a way to get in touch with Jack, right?”
“Of course. Do you want me to contact him now?”
“Yes, please.”
Hayward and Arche were about to leave when Ori suddenly stood up. “Wait. If Skale can’t actually kill us, then don’t you think he still has plans for us?”
“Like what?” asked Idyl.
“When we were in The Round, he had us in the palm of his hand. Now if it were just Skale, he might ignore us now that our powers have been clipped, but Mainur and Marshall won’t. Mainur will want to know exactly where we are and what we’re doing and Marshall will want to capture us. You know how he collects powerful specimens. And now that no one will stop him, Kylon will go after the Empire.”
“So if Arkhein is there, she’ll be in danger.”
“There’s no if. If Jack used the enchantments I gave him, then that device will have put us back wherever our holy ground is. She is in the Empire and she is in danger.”
“Wait, if everyone went back to their holy city, then why are you here and not in Oasis?”
“That’s… a good question. Could be a bug in, ahem, feature of Jack’s device.” |
Chapter VII: Unfortunate Circumstances
Most of the time Caroline liked fights. Mostly because she always won. Between her and her partner Emmy, the “Blood Blossoms” had already had more than their fair share of beating people up, usually arrogant pricks who made them out as easy pick ups to take home for the night or to add to their collections. Caroline liked to tease them, goad them, insult them, and then beat them up if they took the bait.
But right now was not a good time. Caroline was trying out a new bar. The drinks weren’t bad and she’d had quite a few. The problem was that while she was putting off her trip to the restroom in order to keep trading jibes with the rather rough looking man sitting next to her, a party of other big tough looking men surrounded them boxing them in. They were acting casual, but Caroline could tell from their glances and postures that they were targeting her.
She cursed mentally. There was no room to maneuver. This had never happened before. At their usual bar they’d been targeted by groups before, but they hung in loose clusters to prevent them from escaping. Now though she couldn’t so much as swivel her stool without hitting one of them.
Since her usual standby of just beat ‘em up wouldn’t work, Caroline needed a new plan. Her drinking partner didn’t act surprised so either they were his men or he didn’t notice. Caroline reached into her purse and crumpled a slip of paper. It looked like she was casually crumpling some old paper she happened to still have in there, but it was really a talisman. Now Emmy would know she needed help and where.
The man bought them another round of drinks. For the first time that night, the man finished his drink first and he gave a challenging grin. Caroline frowned in annoyance. She never lost at drinking contests. Still this might be a good time to try a ploy.
“Again.” Caroline slapped the bar top before raising her hand slightly. “But first I gotta hit the ladies.” She turned away but was immediately restrained by one of the tough looking men.
“What’s the deal man?” complained her drinking partner.
“None of your business scruffy. Just sit tight. The boss is coming.”
“The boss?”
“Yeah.” One of her restrainers brandished a shattered bone tattoo in her face. It looked vaguely familiar. “We’re Splitters. Word is you wrecked Warren last night.”
“Can’t say I remember. I had a lot to drink.” Caroline shrugged dramatically. “I don’t suppose you could move? I really do need the restroom.”
“Not a chance girly. Hey you. Shove off.”
Caroline’s drinking partner looked outraged, but he didn’t argue and instead walked off in a huff. The one that appeared to be the leader of the gang members locking her in sat down. He looked distinctly middle aged with scars up and down hair arms and a bit of a belly. No sooner had he sat down than he immediately got a message from a runner who barged into the bar.
“Well that’s unfortunate.” The man sighed. “He doesn’t mind if I get a few drinks does he?”
“Probably not,” replied the runner before leaving.
Caroline shifted in her seat. Her bladder was uncomfortably full and it was only getting fuller by the second. Hopefully Emmy would get here soon. Based on what the man said, it sounded like the boss was delayed, maybe she would get here before him.
She tried to sit still, to play it cool. Caroline was about to cross her legs, but instinct got the better of her. Making it more difficult for her to move quickly was not a good idea. Not that moving quickly was a good idea in her state.
“Here, have a drink.”
The barkeep refilled Caroline’s beer at the man’s behest but didn’t reach for it. She didn’t, at least, until the man glanced at it significantly and something pressed against her back. Probably wand even though carrying a weapon of any kind was illegal.
Caroline downed the beer and failed to repress a shudder. She pressed her thighs together. A spurt escaped into her underwear and a grimace flashed across her studiously disinterested face. That was just a warning, the ocean within only growing with each passing moment.
Another refill. Caroline started to panic. She could barely hold back as it was relying entirely on her groin muscles. Still, she downed the drink. To do otherwise would only invite worse on top of still having to drink.
Sitting still was no longer an option. Caroline twisted in her seat and began wiggling her hips side to side slightly hoping the man wouldn’t notice. But of course he did, he was watching her after all.
“What’s the matter? Can’t handle a few drinks?”
Caroline glared back. On top of her drinks from earlier, she was beginning to feel a little bit of a buzz even with her high alcohol tolerance.
“Of course I can,” she spat back and instantly regretted it.
The man grinned sinisterly and had the barkeep pour both of them drinks. And then again. Caroline jerked as another spurt escaped and clenched tightly. A short gasp passed her gritted teeth and barely parted lips.
She tried everything she could think of to appear disinterested and bored. She twirled her hair swiveling her stool back and forth. One of her legs crooked at the knee as she propped her foot against the mount. Her free hand lying across her lap clenched and unclenched as she pressed her thighs together.
Caroline spasmed violently as she started leaking into her underwear. After a flurry of movement she settled in a precarious position half out of her seat leaning heavily against the bar with her hips cocked. But the leak only slowed and as wetness graced her inner thigh she was forced to give herself a sharp squeeze between the legs.
“Aw, the widdle girl can’t hold her pee.”
Caroline glared at the man. She kept repeating over and over to herself that Emmy would arrive soon. Everything would be fine as long as she could hold out until her friend arrived. She managed to keep her leaking to a minimum, nothing major enough to show unless she removed her hand. But as she writhed in her seat trying to pin her tired muscles closed with her fingers, it happened.
Every muscle in Caroline’s body tightened as she desperately threw everything she had into holding her dam closed. But her tired sphincter wouldn’t respond and try as she might, her fingers just couldn’t substitute.
Her clothing was soaked by the torrent of piss that flooded her from the waist down, cascading in waterfalls down to the floor with a disheartening splashing sound. Each splatter was another knife in Caroline’s heart, another reminder that she was indeed wetting herself and that there was nothing she could do to stop it. |
The Twelve Fanatics – Founding Day
Hello everyone! With permission from Hikewe, I've decided to write a little story based in his The Twelve Fanatics universe. This game has been a particularly effective time sink for me, possibly the best since the likes of Wetters Taiken or Mojique. Ever since playing, I've felt compelled to contribute, and I decided to write this short fic as a tribute for a game that I hope to continue to be developed.
Now, unlike the current mechanics of The Twelve Fanatics universe, I issue a fair warning that this story will include pee and poop desperation, and even some messing. I decided on this mainly because I really loved the idea, and from a debate in the comments thread for the game as to whether it should be included as a gameplay element. However, it is certainly not my intention to sway anyone's opinion on that, especially Hikewne's. I just like the idea of desperate anime girls and clenched butt cheeks.So without further ado, on with the story!
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Chapter I: The Trek to Arcadia
Solveig
Bladder – Empty
Bowels – Needing 2
Lily
Bladder – Needing
Bowels – Needing 2
Hecate
Bladder – Desperate
Bowels – Desperate
Aria
Bladder – Needing 2
Bowels – Empty
“C'mon Sol, just gimmie thirty seconds behind that bush over there, I'll be done before anyone knows!”
The sun was just starting to set on the horizon on the evening of December 17th, 1964, a warm day for such a month, as Solveig Tveit, Liliana Seuhans-Gagliardi, Princess Hecate Melaina Kardia, and Aria were traveling back to the capital city of Arcadia after finishing up on an assignment. The day was particularly special for the region's history, for it would mark the founding of the city exactly 500 years ago, the city celebrating each Founding Day with a massive festival with food, drink, dancing, and song. With the city being the nearest stop from where they completed their assignment, they had all decided to visit and join in on the festivities, Solveig still remembering the first and only Founding Day she attended years ago at the Capital, the bright lights and fireworks burned into her memory.Though the city was just a couple brief miles north, they would be far more brief if it weren't for-
“Seriously, this coffee is going right through me, I already have to piss like a racehorse!”
“Look, we both agreed that wouldn't be fair to Hecate and Lily. I have to pee too, but Hecate and Lily aren't going to do it unless they're bursting, and we don't want to rub it in their faces. Unless you're literally about to have an accident, I think we can wait a few miles.”
“I am about to have an accident!”
“...no you're not.”
“Hmph...so I gotta nurse a pita fruit under my waistband cause they're too pee shy? Great.”
Solveig would have chastised Aria for her callousness, but she had her own issues to deal with. Solveig was only telling a partial truth to Aria, she didn't have to pee at all, and in fact she had emptied her bladder earlier this morning while Lily, Hecate and Aria slept. No, her desperation was an entirely different animal as she gently pressed a hand to her tummy, which rumbled back at her: she had to poo, urgently.Maybe it was the nervousness of the mission they had just accomplished, breaking up that guild of thieves terrorizing both the Northern and Southern castle towns. Maybe it was the rations that they had been eating. But Solveig hadn't emptied her bowels in a good three days or so, and only today were they reminding her of their fullness. And this, rather than simply her concern for Hecate and Lily's desperation, drove her willingness to finish her business in a restroom, rather than outdoors. She had done such things during training, but never in front of her new comrades and friends, and she didn't want to be the first girl in this party to cross that threshold. Or at least, she wasn't desperate enough to do so.
As she continued to massage her protesting lower tummy, Solveig looked up at Hecate and Lily, who were about 40 yards ahead. Though she couldn't be sure, she had a hunch she wasn't the only one telling a fib about only needing to pee.
Solveig's hunch was, in fact, correct. Though her bladder was slowly becoming a more pressing issue, Lily's bowels were what worried her, constantly making their fullness known. She let out a soft gasp as she felt them clench, wishing that by some sort of divine miracle a restroom would drop out of the sky right in front of them all, but choosing a prayer more realistic, Lily chose instead to relax a bit, hoping that there was still some gas she could let out. As she did, Lily sighed as a silent toot issued between her cheeks, giving her guts a brief reprieve. But she knew it wouldn't last forever.
“H-how are you holding up, Hecate?”
“Oh I'm just grand, I'm absolutely bloody peachy, Liliana!” Hecate snapped angrily.
Lily shrunk back a few steps in surprise and even a bit of fear, before looking away without a response, not wanting to irritate her any further. But after ten or so seconds of awkward silence:
“...I'm sorry Lily, I didn't mean to snap, it's just that...by the Gods I need a toilet...”
Hecate's cheeks burned as she said this. Even now, with all the time she had spent with Sol, Aria, and Lily, she always felt a flash of embarrassment when she admitted such needs. And she wasn't even getting started at the dark secret of the extent of her needs. Underneath her long, black dress, her bladder bulged against the waistband of her panties, filled nearly to capacity as she snuck a grab to the front of her dress, trying to give her muscles any assistance she could to the rapidly climbing pressure. Meanwhile, her bowels were clenching and kneading almost rhythmically now, loaded down with what days ago were field rations. Deep in the crevice of her pale bottom, her pink pucker twitched and winked as she fought to contain herself, even as her insides continued to coax her with promises of sweet, wonderful relief if she'd just raise the portcullis on her back gate and just let it all out. Though as she clenched up and issued her body yet another denial, her tummy reacted with an angry gurgle, the weight of her rectum's contents dropping down on her clenched anus like a massive battering ram, jarring a squeak out of her and forcing her to stop.
“Hecate, are you alri-”FlrrrRRPT
A blessing and a curse, on one hand the explosion that rang out of Hecate's rear gave her immediate, yet fleeting relief, and did not foul her panties or leave them feeling heavier. Nor did her bladder, jarred by the surprise of her release, decide to leak any of her waters. However, if Solveig or Aria hadn't heard her, than Lily certainly had.
Beet red, Hecate turned to Lily, who had stopped beside her, feeling her own face go pink in vicarious embarrassment as she realized that Hecate, Princess of Kardia, had just farted in her presence. And quite noisily at that.
“F-f-forgive me Lily! I-I didn't mean, it's j-just that-!”
“You...you too?”
Hecate cut her apology short when she heard Lily's much less...involuntary confession.
“I...I know I said earlier that I just needed to pee, but I need to do...that...even worse-”
This admission by Lily cut through the overwhelming embarrassment Hecate was assaulted with, and rather than feeling like curling up into a ball and disappearing off the face of Gaia, Hecate felt a genuine gratefulness to the archer.
+10 Bonus Bonding points were gained by Hecate and Lily
“Please Lily, I beg of you, don't let the others know, I-I can't bear anyone else-”
“Don't worry, I'm embarrassed too, I won't tell anyone.”
Though her spirits were lifted, Hecate couldn't deny it now, at least to herself, she was desperate at both ends. At this point, she might have asked the others to stop so she could find a spot to pee, but she couldn't bear the thought of all of them knowing that a Princess of Kardia needed to make what felt like a dragon-sized pile of leavings behind her where she would squat. Their proximity to the Capital only strengthened her resolve to simply grin and bear it.
As they paused and redoubled their “defenses”, waiting for Solveig and Aria to catch up, Lily pondered asking her again, as she did earlier, if she would like to find a spot off the side of the road where she could relieve herself. Perhaps a part of her felt like if Hecate agreed, she would find it easier to do the same herself. However, knowing Hecate's refusal to take such measures in all but the most drastic circumstances, and knowing she'd be all the more adamant considering this was the brand of desperation she suffered from, Lily decided against bringing up this suggestion again. Instead, she offered her reassurances to Hecate.
“Don't worry Hecate, Arcadia isn't too far, we'll make it-”
Though it wasn't the first time Lily said this today, for the first time, she wasn't too sure she believed her own words...
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Chapter II : At the Gate
Solveig
Bladder – Empty
Bowels – Desperate
Lily
Bladder – Needing 2
Bowels – Needing 2
Hecate
Bladder – Leaking
Bowels – Desperate
Aria
Bladder – Desperate
Bowels – Empty
One hour later...“Finally!” Aria and Solveig groaned in unison as they approached the gates of Arcadia. The sun had just finished setting, leaving a beautiful orange glow over the mountainside as the moon was growing more visible overhead. However, the scenery was the last thing on each girl's mind as they each fought their own individual battles.
In the time it took them to reach Arcadia's gates, Solveig had grown quite desperate, her anus constantly winking back her load as she struggled against the tremendous weight bearing down on her ring, clenching her buns with each contraction of her bowels, coming one after another, and each stronger than the last. She was just glad that soon, a nice seat on a porcelain throne would be her reward.
On the other end of the spectrum was Aria. She had long since crossed the threshold of where she would have ventured off into the brush to pop a squat, but only Solveig's insistence had kept her from going off and relieving herself unilaterally. As she squirmed, pretzeling her legs, she let out a low grumble of frustration at her predicament.
Meanwhile, Lily's bladder had caught up with her need to poop, and even though her less animated nature hinted that her urgency was, overall, less than her friends, she still was relieved that they'd be reaching a restroom soon.
By any visible measure, Hecate both looked, and was, the worst off of the four. Hunched over slightly, a hand between her legs and another over her constantly clenching bottom, she waddled precariously. Several times already, her load had attempted to force itself into her panties, her muscles weakening and her anus beginning to dilate very much against her will. Her iron resolve as Kardian royalty and her desire not to shame herself and her bloodline was the only reason she found the strength to force her backdoor shut. However, with each urgent contraction in her lower tummy that forced her to focus all of her concentration on not soiling her panties, her bladder would take the opportunity to force a dribble or leak out. Hecate shifted her thighs together, the gusset of her panties clinging wetly to her quivering lips as she felt a rivulet run down her inner legs. If she had simply had to pee, she would have run for the nearest tree or bush right now. But Gods...imagine if Sol, Aria, or Lily had decided to join her, and they saw her making her dung on the grass, it was unthinkable...
As cold sweat beaded at her forehead, and another rivulet of her urine ran down her thigh, she was thankful for this long dress...
As they approached the gates, deeper inside the castle walls, they saw fireworks shooting into the air, and hear music even through the thick walls and massive timber gates.
“Looks like the celebration is already s-starting.” Lily said, her voice betraying her growing need. “Do you think the park restrooms will be packed?”
Solveig felt her stomach drop, and not just from the weight in her bowels. Founding Day was one of the biggest festivities of the year for Arcadia, and the last thing she needed to deal with now was a queue at the closest restroom the could reach.
“I hope so, b-but it should be fine! How bad could it possibly be?”
Solveig truly hoped that her optimism was founded, as she approached the gate guards, flashing her badge.
“Solveig, Kriemhild special task force, r-requesting permission to enter the Capital. And please hurry.”
“Ah, you ladies looking to get in on the festivities too? You're in luck, thing are just ramping up in there! Just be sure to let the guys at the barracks know it's their turn to relieve us now.”
Solveig shuddered and clenched her ass as the word “relieve”. She would have rather listened to any other word at the moment...
As the gates slowly swung upon, the four girls were greeted by an absolute spectacle. It seemed every single person in Arcadia was out on the street. Concession stands were up and selling cakes and sweets, citizens were costumed and dancing merrily to the music that seemed to be pouring from the center of town, and every other person was drinking, laughing, and in good spirits. Even her memory of her last Founding Day didn't live up to the expectation of how massive this festival was.
Pushing through the crowds, Solveig's initial hopes for easy relief grew dimmer and dimmer, but were utterly crushed, along with the rest of the girls, when they finally reached the edge of the park, the restrooms within sight.
A massive queue seemed to pour out of the ladies room, and unlike the Gents, the queue seemed to stay stagnant as they approached.“How bad can it possibly be?” Aria hissed mockingly, before suddenly storming off. “Fuck this, I'm about to piss myself, I'll find somewhere else to go.”
“Aria, wait!” Solveig called, but Aria soon disappeared into the crowd
Aria has left the party.
As Solveig turned back towards the others, Lily was still at her side, but Hecate was already halfway to the restroom queue, her awkward waddle betraying how badly she needed the toilet at the end of the line.
“S-Sol, what do we do?” Lily asked worriedly as she squirmed on the spot, Solveig looking in the direction where Aria ran off to, and towards Hecate.
“Aria should be fine, we should join Hecate. The Embassy restrooms will probably be even worse than this, the park restroom is our best chan-AH!” Solveig was cut off as the load she was holding descended, her pucker doming out as she fought off each wave of urgent, painful contractions. As she did though, her bowels nevertheless forced out a series of low, audible toots from her bottom as every last ounce of room in her rectum was forcibly appropriated for its more solid contents.
As her face burned, she was about to offer an explanation to Lily, when she felt her hand taken by her and led to the restroom queue.
“You're not the only one-” Lily stammered. “Lets just hurry!”Ten minutes have passed.As the trio waited in line, it indeed appeared that the queue was going nowhere fast, and they seemed to not be the only ones there who were desperate. In fact, when the line did inch forward, it wasn't because people were exiting the restroom. No, in fact the line only seemed to shorten when people simply left the line, without ever setting foot inside. Some did so out of frustration, grumbling about the state of Arcadia's public restrooms, but as Solveig watched, some left for much more dramatic reasons...
...like a young woman letting out a squeal of distress as she buried her hands under her skirt and ran off, her legs shimmering with her waters in the light of the moon, the fireworks, and the park's lamps...
...or a curvaceous mother in a skintight, body-hugging harlequin costume who was squirming frantically in line suddenly hunching over. Her hands on her plump belly, the seat of her brightly colored and patterned tights starting to tent out, before she too stepped out of line and beckoning her husband and two young children over. Solveig caught part of their under-breathed conversation as she waddled past, trying to act casually, but the children unable to help but giggle at their mother's curious and, in their eyes, humorous predicament:“Oh Gods, Halli I-I-I can't wait for this restroom, I'm s-starting to go in my panties-!” she whispered panickedly to her husband.“Ssh, just hang on and try and hold the rest Kara! The house isn't too far away, just act naturally! We'll be there soon!”
“But I can't make it that f-far! N-nnh!”
Solveig watched as the woman paused briefly, hunching over again, the tent in the rear of her tights suddenly ballooning and crackling out to a much larger bulge, her husband going wide-eyed and her children giggling harder. Clearly embarrassed, she waddled quickly towards the cobblestone roads with her husband and children in tow, the heavy bulge swaying between her shapely butt cheeks continuing to grow before they were out of sight. If she didn't want to end up like that woman, she had to do something. Taking a deep breath, fishing out her badge, and clenching up her bottom as tightly as she could, she turned to Lily.
“Stay here with Hecate. I'm going to see what the holdup at the front of the line is.”
“O-okay, just please, whatever you're going to do up there, just hurry!”
Hecate just nodded, gritting her teeth as the urgency to empty her bladder and bowels came in incessant waves. This was it, if something wasn't done soon, her panties were going to be soaked and filled.One minute has passedAs Solveig reached the front of the line, she flashed her badge again.
“Alright, w-what seems to be the problem here, his line isn't moving at all!”
Several women immediately, and pleadingly responded.
“Two of the toilets are broken!”
“The third one is being hogged!”
“There's only one toilet for all of us!”
After first calming down the women squirming for their turn, she turned towards the stalls. She would have given anything to just rush ahead and take one for herself, even the broken ones, but for now she could only control the situation and speed up the queue. Trying to use her authority to cut in line at this point could start a damned riot.
Solveig stepped stiffly towards the stall containing the “toilet hog” and rapped sharply on the door. As rude as it was, Solveig had run out of patience.
“J-just a minute! I'm a bit constipated!” a woman from inside called.
“Listen here, there are dozens of women out here waiting patiently for their turn, many of them having accidents while waiting! By the authority of Kriemhild's security services, either you leave that restroom in sixty seconds, or I will personally kick that door down and drag you out!”
Solveig regretted being so harsh, but her rant was greeted by cheers and whistles from the queued women inside the restroom.
When the very embarrassed woman left the restroom, the queue's pace quickly doubled, but Solveig, wanting to minimize any more accidents, began working her way down the line, triaging the women she saw as she slowly made her way back towards Hecate and Lily. If she saw someone looking desperate, she'd move them further up the line, and if she saw someone starting to lose control, she'd whisk them to the very front.
Meanwhile, Lily and Hecate watched as, for the first time, the queue began to move in earnest. Lily's heart leapt with hope, in the time they were in line her need to poo had increased dramatically, and she constantly had to squeeze and flex her bottom to keep her load inside.
“H-Hecate! We're moving! We''ll be at the front in no time....Hecate?”
Hecate did not respond, instead quivering where she stood as she brought both hands back to her butt cheeks, trying to squeeze them shut. Yet despite this, the powerful wave of pressure knotting her bowels was only weakening her grip, and horror of horrors, she felt her anus begin to fully dilate. Her face grew hot, sweat running down her brow as her load began to push past her defenseless cheeks.
“Hecate, just a bit longer, the line is moving!”“Nnnn....nnngh...!”
Instead of a sharp pain, or a dull, powerful contraction that would subside if she clenched hard enough, the urge that built up inside Hecate was one that built up to a tall plateau that didn't seem to taper off, an insurmountable wave that no longer accepted excuses or denials. No, it would keep building until it got a compromise.Despite Hecate's best efforts, it was simply too much for her as a foul spear poked out from exhausted, overworked anus. Groaning as she tried to fight it back, it only widened her further, stretching the Kardian Princess to her limit, before making landfall in the seat of her panties. Even then, her body continued to push rhythmically and involuntarily, inch by inch, feeling her underwear sag with the weight, before finally heaving the remainder of the log into them. Then, and only then did the urge finally grant her some mercy.
Hecate stood there, panting, feeling the hot, hard pillar nestled against her rear. In the back of her mind, she knew, she felt, that there was much more inside her that needed out. But that was overshadowed by the mortifying realization:
She, Princess Hecate Melaina Kardia, had pooped in her panties.
Lily watched the whole thing. Though her black dress offered a great deal of concealment, from behind, Lily could see Hecate's dress bulge out slightly from the rear.
“Hang on Hecate! I'll get Sol!” Lily darted towards the front of the line.
Solveig was midway between the restroom and where she figured Lily and Hecate would be, whisking another grateful girl to the front of the line when she noticed that she was starting to wet her pants, when she saw Lily running towards her.
“Sol! You gotta come quick, it's Hecate, she's-”
Lily saw some of the other queued women looking in her direction, and she lowered her voice appropriately.“Sol, she's starting to have an accident!”
“Oh no...”
Lily and Solveig made their way back to Hecate, who was right where she was previously, but at this point on her last legs. Her face was a brilliant shade of magenta, and the combination of her embarrassment and the fullness of her bladder was causing her to leak in panicked little spurts into her underwear. Trying her best to balance holding in her water and her dung, and losing both battles.
“C'mon Hecate, I'll take you to the front of the line, I ca-n-nnnngh!”Solveig's desperate need to poo, though temporarily preoccupied as she took control of the situation with the queue, suddenly made their presence known with a vengeance. The urge came on suddenly and strongly, catching her completely off guard.
“S-Sol!” Lily gasped as she watched Solveig double over slightly, putting her hands on her lower tummy, a rumble coming from it loudly enough for all three girls to hear.
In training, Solveig had heard all manner of vulgarisms from her fellow trainees. One in particular that she learned, when a trainee was caught short and needed to unburden their bowels, very accurately described the state that Solveig was in at the moment.
Solveig was touching cotton. Badly.
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Chapter III: Salvation
Solveig
Bladder – Empty
Bowels – Leaking
Lily
Bladder – Needing 2
Bowels – Desperate
Hecate
Bladder – Leaking
Bowels – Leaking
Solveig remained rooted to the spot, her log halfway inside her, and the other half wedged between her cheeks and pressing against her panties. She dared not move. She dared not breathe.
Gods, how did she get herself into this predicament...she could have just browbeaten Hecate and Lily to go in the bushes outside town earlier. Sure, she might have hurt their feelings, but at least they wouldn't be stranded in a glacially-moving queue, slowly soiling themselves as they fought the inevitable.
Her mind raced, could she go to the front of the line now, and flash her badge to get herself a spot in the queue? No, the ladies she got to the front of the line would riot if she used her authority in such a way. She thought grimly that maybe she could get Lily and Hecate to the front, nobody knew they were members of the security forces as well. Meanwhile she would stay in line and...tried to prolong what at this point was most likely assured...
They could all look for somewhere to go like Aria did, but with this crowd? There wasn't an alley or corner that didn't have another Arcadian citizen two feet away.
As her log continued to push her panties away from her butt, Lily stood by helplessly, getting a feeling that at this rate, she would be next.
However, when all seemed lost...
“Hecate! Lily! Sol!”
Aria came sprinting towards them across the grass, panting softly as she stopped, shifting and crossing her legs.
“Come with me! I've found a place where the four of us can go!”
“W-what do you mea-ahhnnn-!” another wave of urgent clenching took Solveig's breath away as she fought to stay in control.
Aria saw the state of all the girls, but homed in on Hecate. Judging by her appearance, she didn't have to take too many guesses to know what was happening under her dress.
“Hecate, I know somewhere you can go, but you have to trust me.”“B-b-buh-” Hecate was on the verge of tears now, her bowels deciding that a taste of relief was not enough, as her pucker began to widen again.
Hecate looked up at Aria. She always knew her as headstrong, crass, and even downright insensitive, but she saw a look of earnestness and concern in the Observers' eyes, something that she rarely saw.
Without much alternative, Hecate nodded, unable to say much else, as Aria took her hand and slowly escorted her out of the line.Aria has rejoined the party!
Hecate
Bladder – Leaking
Bowels – Empty
“Lily, can you take Sol?”
“S-sure!” Lily responded, taking Solveig's hand. “Can you walk?”“If I do...I...I might-” Solveig stammered.
“Well you will anyway if you wait here, so come on!” Lily responded, with a rare hint of command in her voice.
Despite it all, Solveig felt a glimmer of hope at whatever Aria had planned, and biting the bullet, willed herself to move.
Inevitably though, her bowels protested as she walked, a twitch of her pucker causing the log to break off and settle in the seat of her panties. She felt the weight dragging them down while she walked, as she struggled not to poo them any more. Reaching a hand behind her skirt and lifting it a bit, she grabbed the waistband of her underwear, hoping she could make it to wherever Aria was taking them without her panties ending up around her ankles.
The crowds thinned out as they reached a lightly forested area in the park close by, where despite the crowds of people meandering not too far away, at least no one could see them. But when they turned the corner around a thick patch of some bushes and trees...
Several other women were dropped down and squatting down, relieving themselves. This didn't seem to faze Aria, as she brought them closer.
“Apparently a few people back at that queue decided this was a better spot, and honestly I gotta agree. Now c'mon, pop a squat before some creepers walk up on us!”
Solveig, despite the prohibition on public urination or defecation inside the walls of Arcadia, was no longer in any position to argue. Nor could she judge any of the strangers before her, none of them looking like drunken revelers, rather just desperate women who'd needs become too great to wait anymore. She could hardly cite them, since in a moment she was going to join them...
Walking stiffly towards a tree, where another woman was squatting, she hiked her skirt up, fumbling with the waistband of her panties before yanking them down, and dropping into a quick squat at last.“Ahhhnnnngods....!”An almost erotic groan of relief exited Solveig's lips as the remainder of her first log slid out to the grassy ground below, joining the other half that had rolled out of her panties as she squatted down, and she was soon joined by Lily, who after overcoming her initial hesitation, squatted down and herself let out a sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder and bowels next to Solveig.
Solveig's leavings were soon joined by a second log, and she was halfway through pushing out a third when a voice next to her spoke up.
“Oh dear, you too?”
Solveig looked to her right and saw the squatting stranger nearby. It was the curvy harlequin mom from the queue earlier....Kara, she believe her name was, in the middle of finishing a poo that, from what Solveig could see, ended up mostly in her panties and tights before she could get them down. She was panting softly from either relief or exertion. And her face was pink and dewy, from either exertion, or more likely, the current state of her bottomwear.
“Hnnh....d-don't be embarrassed sweetie, I started f-hnnkhh-filling my panties in that dreadful queue too, I couldn't even make it home! If it weren't' for this, I'd be in an even worse ssshnn-state than I am now-”
“H-hah-t-thank you...” Solveig replied breathlessly. She didn't know what else to say, too lost in her relief, and pushing out the remainder of her poo, to contemplate much else. When she looked down, she noticed that, thankfully, her panties were still quite clean. A small skidmark here and there, but this would be bearable for now, and was certainly much better than Kara would have to deal with...
“Are you here for the festival too? If you'd like, you can freshen up at my house. It's probably less crowded than the inns in town right now.”
Solveig thought for a moment, she did like this idea.
“...y-you know...sure, I...I can take you up on that! What do you think Lily?”“Mmmhhh...”Lily, on her left, was lost in her own relief, a significant pile behind her ass as a hissing stream issued between her thighs to the grass below.
“Just...give her a moment.”
Meanwhile, on the other side of the patch of bushes, Aria and Hecate were facing one another. Hecate's hands were planted firmly on the sides of her bottom, squeezing for dear life. If she let go, she was certain that the contents of her bowels would come spilling forth with hopeless abandon.
“Alright, just lift up your dress and-”“A-Aria-!”“Seriously?! Look Hecate! I am literally b-bursting at the seams right now, and I still came back to you when I found this place! If you give me that r-royal froofy 'I'm too good for this' nonsense, I am seriously gonna-!”“A-Aria! H-help me lift up my d-d-dress! N-now! I-I-I can't-”Aria blinked for a few seconds as she processed the request.
“...oh! Yeah sure!”
Kneeling down, Aria began to lift Hecate's dress up to thigh level, her eyes widening when she saw the true extent of her desperation as rivulets of her waters raced down her thighs. The sight of this only made her own bladder contract sympathetically, and though she'd only lost a few leaks before now, the sight of Hecate starting to lose control like this was causing her to squirt in her pants. Despite this, she steeled herself to follow through.
“O-okay, when I pull up your dress, you yank your panties down and s-s-squat. Ready?”
Hecate nodded frantically, her whole body ready to give in to her urges with relief at hand. She was so close, but her bladder's frantic spurts began to merge into one long hiss, and another log began to push its way between her cheeks, threatening to overload her panties-
“....NOW!”
Aria yanked up Hecate's dress the remainder of the way, Hecate letting go of her bottom and grabbing her panties, yanking them down while quickly dropping into a squat.
Nothing. No fine wine, no fine food, no fine men...no mortal pleasure on Gaia could match what Hecate felt at that moment, squatting down just as the floodgates opened and the avalanche began. A dull thud could be felt through the ground as the first log she lost in the queue hit the grass below, another log spilling forth atop it, followed almost immediately by a powerful, angry hiss of her water gushing between her legs.
Aria, meanwhile, losing control of her own bladder, frantically undid her pants and dropped into a squat next to her, letting out a groaning sigh of relief as she did, her stream exceeding even Hecates.
“AH-ah-ahhhnn....” Hecate moaned as her wastes continued to pour forth, no longer caring who saw, who judged, the relief taking her in blissful ecstacy. But, after what seemed line an eternity, the two finally finished, panting side by side as they remained squatted. Before them, their urine had flooded the grass with a shimmer that looked as though a heavy rain had passed recently. Behind Hecate, there was a pile that, as she saw her leavings and laughed at the absurdness, perhaps could have been mistaken for a dragon's!
“Hahhhn...you...you came back for for us? E-even though y-you-”
Hecate avoided the rudeness of gesturing or pointing, but she was referring to the sodden state of Aria's panties, not to mention the significant wet patch between the legs of her pants. She had not lied, she did go back for the others before tending to her own needs, even at the expense of her clothes.
“H-heh, l-lets just say I got a conscience when I saw you guys from here~”
Hecate took Aria's hand as the fireworks of the Founding Day celebration exploded skyward, cheers ripping through the crowds in the street. Though the Observer got on her nerves to no end...at the moment the Kardian Princess could think of no better person to trust at her side as she did something as private as what she had done.
“T-thank you Aria...”+75 bonus Bonding Points were gained...
Edited August 8, 2018 by DonnyWotty
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Hello again everyone!Well here it is, the bonus chapter for this little fic I wrote, featuring an extra from the first few chapters, Kara! Some very much appreciated assistance in both editing and scene rewriting was graciously provided by @Clom and @Darth_Thorin so please be kind enough to give them some applause as well if you choose to enjoy this story!
Now, fair warning, this story's desperation is a bit more graphic than the previous chapters, so be warned. But, if you're into that, I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter IV: In a Tight(s) Spot
KaraBladder – EmptyBowels – Desperate
To anyone who saw Kara Grímsdóttir on the cobblestone streets of Arcadia on Founding Day, December 17th, there were many things that were apparent about her, depending on how well acquainted you were.
At thirty years old, she was a loving wife to her husband Halli, and a dedicated mother to her two children Johann and Emilía, five and four respectively. Those who know her a little better know that she's a baker by trade, as is her husband. A plump, soft, curvaceous woman, she would insist this quality was a consequence of bringing her two children into this world, and not her love of food and drink, especially her husband's beautiful homemade bread. None of this seemed to bother her husband, who, when the children weren't listening in, would now and again sneak in a comment about her wife's beautiful “double moons”, usually eliciting a groaning chuckle and an eyeroll from her. Perhaps this is why he chose this particular outfit for her for Founding Day...
She personally found it a bit ridiculous, modeled after a huntress's garb, but obviously intended to a be a bit more flattering. She personally thought it made her look like a harlequin. A bit low cut at the front, dotted and embroidered with animal, hunting, and nature motifs, and ringed with fur around the wrists and ankles. But probably most relevant to Halli, the outfit sported a pair of light green, body-hugging tights which clung to her thighs and bottom, accentuating and displaying them, various leaf and forested patterns running down the sides of her legs. Underneath the outfit, she wore a pair of crisp white Éclairé-cut panties, and a matching bra.
However, there was one thing about her this Founding Day that nobody was aware of but her. Not the revelers on the street, not her friends who she had spoken with an hour ago, not even her children or husband...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FAxDD9ZQHs
Mrs. Grímsdóttir desperately needed to poo.
“Are you sure you'd rather us not just take a trip home, dear?” Halli asked worriedly.
“Oh don't make such a fuss Halli, all I need is a quick stop to pee, we don't need to go all the way across the city and back home to do that!” Kara chuckled and attempted to keep up the facade, both regarding her level of desperation and the nature of her needs. In all honesty, her insistence on the park restroom stemmed not from convenience, but her not knowing whether or not she could even make it home at this point. Gods, she thought to herself, why did she keep putting off this nagging urge all afternoon?
Kara knew she needed a seat on her porcelain throne much earlier, but stubbornly refused, not wanting to deal with Arcadia's public restrooms on Founding Day of all days, and telling herself she could just hold it until her children were sleepy enough to want to go home. She remembered leaving one of the food stands now dotting the inner walls and streetsides of Arcadia, approaching Halli and her children, finishing munching down a third meat pie. Patting her plump belly and sighing with content at the delicious savory flavor, the enjoyment didn't last when she suddenly felt an almighty weight drop down in the lowest reaches of her bowels, stopping her mid-chew on her last bite...
...and now here she was, walking a little more quickly than she normally did with her husband by her side and her children in front of her. Clenching her buns as she walked, Kara whispered a soft prayer to the Oracle of Light to keep the crowd noise high. Hopefully then, nobody would hear the unfeminine noises that were forced from her rear as she farted noisily.
At last though, she reached the Park restroom. Her heart sank when she saw the queue though, stretching out of the ladies room and into the grass. Despite this, Kara put on a smile for Halli.
“It shouldn't take too long, you take the little ones and have fun for a bit! I'll be waiting here for you when I'm done.”
“Alright Kara, if you are sure. We'll meet you at the edge of the park in a little while, okay?”
Gods, at least this would spare her the indignity of having to squirm in front of her husband and children. However, Kara still had hope. This queue may be a bit long, but perhaps it would move quickly. After all, she remembered there were four stalls inside that restroom , how long could this possibly take?
Twenty minutes have passed.
“Oh gods, j-just let me hold it a little b-bit longer...”Kara whispered to herself as she fought off wave after wave of desperation bearing down on her quivering, clenched hole, which begged her for the mercy of relaxing and simply letting go. She cursed herself, by this time she probably could have made it all the way home. Yet, as she looked up at the queue, all of her previous concentration having been mostly spent keeping her panties clean and unfilled...it almost seemed as though the queue had not budged at all!
She shook her head, she must have spent quite a bit of time here, and yet it seemed almost the exact same length! Was she imagining things?
She continued to shift, clench and contort herself, caught in a full blown potty dance. As each urge became too much to bear, she was forced time and time again to chance a fart, feeling her chest tighten in fear as each one became lower, wetter, and more ominous sounding. As childish as the display was, she no longer cared who saw, she just didn't want to do in her panties what was normally done in the privacy of a bathroom...
At the very least, she was not the only one who looked anxious for a toilet. Many women waiting ahead of her looked just as desperate, if not more so, than she was. Unfortunately, the chances of successfully asking to cut in a line this desperate looked slim to none.
As another urge made her bowels cramp, churn, and twist, squeezing her bottom with all her might to contain her dung, she noticed that a few places behind her, three more girls had joined the queue. A brown-haired young lady in a blue jacket and a skirt, a straw haired girl with a bow across her back, and a woman in a very dark purple, almost black dress, who looked like she was about to burst. At the very least, Kara thought to herself, she wasn't further back in the line than she already was.
Ten minutes have passed
“Oh no, oh Gods, not here, anywhere but right here-!”
Kara was on her last legs. Her bowels practically screaming obscenities at her, and at this point only her puckering, rapidly exhausting anus was keeping her load from pouring into her, miraculously, still clean panties. Her hands, clasping her buttocks on both sides, fought to stop the advance of her waste as a cold clammy sweat started breaking out all over her body as she struggled ever more frantically.
It was at this point that stories from the restroom began to filter down the queue. That a couple toilets were broken, that another was currently being hogged by a woman who didn't seem to grasp the desperation of the growing crowd building outside...Kara could have screamed in frustration if she wasn't so busy gritting her teeth, fighting back the turtling head of dung that, for the second time in a minute, dilated her winking backdoor.
Several people began to leave the queue, grumbling to themselves about walking home to use their own toilets. And to her horror, a few more ended up running out of line in sheer desperation, as though they were starting to lose control before finally abandoning hope.
Kara thought about joining them, finding somewhere anywhere else where there might be a toilet, when the moment she dreaded began to happen...
Hunching over, she felt a silent gasp leave her as she felt her puckered anus dome out, then stretch wide as a log squelched messily between her clenched cheeks, a mere inch from making landfall in the seat of her panties when she managed to briefly stop it.
Her voice was caught in her throat, and her face burned with mortification...there was no forcing this back, it had to come out....now.
As she slowly raised her head up from her hunched-over position, her face tomato red, she saw a trio who were the last people she wanted to see her in this state:
“Kara? You've been in this queue the whole time? The little ones and I got ice cream and waited for you, but it's been over half an hour and-...Kara?”“N-no-...I...I!...H-hnnf!”
Her quivering starfish, clinging on for dear life like a hapless adventurer holding on by their fingernails to keep from falling into a pit trap, suddenly slipped. The log nestled between her cheeks rocketed forward, pressing out the seat of her panties and tights as she let out a defeated groan, hot shame burning all over her body.
Kara, face scrunched up in exertion, stepped out of the queue and beckoned Halli over, who, upon seeing the tail her wife was growing, immediately realized what was happening. That his wife's “need to pee” was not that at all, dispute her insistence a half-hour earlier.“H-H-Halli, I need to p-poo something terrible-!” Her voice was an embarrassed whisper as Halli took her out of the line, gingerly walking her past the line of queued, desperate ladies still holding out hope for a turn. Meanwhile, Johann and Emilía, who were watching their mother curiously, suddenly began to giggle at the, in their eyes, rather unusual predicament for a grown-up to be in.
“Daddy, is Mama having a poo in her panties?” Johann asked with a grin. This caused his sister to burst into an uncontrollable series of giggles.
“Alright, the two of you hush up and get in front of me, we're making a stop home right now-”
“Is it cause Mama is poo-”
“I said hush.”“Oh Gods, Halli I-I-I can't wait...I'm s-starting to go in my panties-!” Kara moaned at her husband as she walked by his side, holding his hand.
“Ssh, just hang on and try and hold the rest Kara! The house isn't too far away, just act natural! We'll be there soon!”“But I can't make it that f-far! N-nnh!” Another overwhelming wave of pressure surged through the deepest reaches of her bowels as she suddenly clutched her belly with her free hand. The log that had been even now still caught between darkness and daylight was suddenly sent barreling into the fabric of her white panties, folding end over end on itself before giving way to slightly softer mess. It was only a split second before she regained control, pinching off the hot loaf much to her bowels' protesting gurgles, but the damage was done. She had pooped in her pants.
As her husband continued to coax and encourage her to keep moving, her children suppressed their giggles, poorly, as she felt the warm pie in her pants shifting and squishing against her derrière with each step. She bit her lip and whimpered, this was turning into an absolute debacle.
Three minutes have passed
Kara
Bladder – Empty
Bowels – Leaking!
The situation was rapidly deteriorating as they reached the cobblestone road next to the park, walking east towards the general direction of their home, the park restroom shrinking in the distance, a scattering of trees and bushes nearby on her right on the park edge. Johann and Emilía walked slightly ahead, eyes forward, as their father instructed. Meanwhile he was positioned behind Kara, body-blocking her bottom as best as he could from any potentially curious eyes, as he reassuringly held her left hand with his own. Right now the biggest problem was the prominent bulge between her cheeks, but he could see random little spots across it where the fabric had grown wet and stained through a tiny bit. If she would have let him, Halli would have scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way home...
Meanwhile Kara walked gingerly with each step, as if trodding on eggshells, her butt cheeks gliding awkwardly with her mess. Despite the load in her panties, she tried her best to act like nothing was wrong. However, the expression on her face alone would have in itself almost been a completely dead giveaway. Her mind was still reeling as she fought her bowels' desire to unleash the rest of her load; she had messed her panties, soiled herself, had an accident...Gods, she cringed as she even remembered her own father's saying for it when she was a child...manuered her cotton field.Worse yet, the temporary relief brought from unburdening some of her poo into her tights was quickly replaced by a renewed urge to let go of the rest, as if her bowels had decided that her bottomwear was, in fact, a perfectly reasonable place to finish its business, given the circumstances.
She felt her belly groan and knot itself as another wrenching tidal wave of an urge roiled through her. She tried to fight it, but even she knew that all she could do at this point was limit the damage:
“Halli s-stop! It's....it's gonna come out again-!” Kara whimpered panickedly as she froze, another soft loaf forcing her now messy backdoor open again, gripping Halli's hand hard enough to make the blood race out of it.
“H-hang on Kara!”
Without many other options, Halli told the children to stop for a moment as he closed the small distance between himself and Kara., putting his arms around her middle. To any onlooker on the cobblestone street, the two were just an amorous, married couple watching the crowds, and not a husband trying to help her wife conceal her growing accident.
With a massive gurgle from her stomach, Kara grunts as the snake pushes forward, squeezing past her faltering will's defenses, coiling and further bulging out her once spotless white panties. It breaks off as suddenly as it began, but the feeling, the pressure, the pure desperation does not abate in her stomach. With a quiet gasp, fading to a groan as she holds her breath, she pushes. For the briefest of moments, she cannot feel shame, not now, not when this need is so much, so terrible, so urgent. With a muted yet mistakable crackle, her hole yawns again, a softer, fouler mess spreading through her cheeks, finding what little room remains in her ruined panties, coating her cheeks
She felt a lump in her throat, and fought the urge to cry, as she felt the mess overload her panties, pushing past the legholes and spilling into the tights themselves, several muffled and bubbling farts exploding through the mess, like a bubbling pot of pitch. And yet, she knew she wasn't quite done.
As silly as this outfit was, she thanked the Heavens she chose this over a skirt.
Halli, meanwhile, feeling his nose being rudely flicked by the aroma his wife was giving off, and bracing himself for the worst, looked down. The bulge had nearly doubled in size, and where there was previously only some barely perceptible stains, instead there was a rapidly growing patch of wet brown.“G-Gods...H-H-Halli, I-I'm sorry-!” Kara moaned as she finally pinched off her load for a second time. The fact that she was assaulting her husband with such an unfeminine display was, in her opinion, the most humiliating exclamation point on this incident of all. “Y-you must find this so d-disgusting-”
“Don't say that Kara, nothing you do could make me think that of you!” Halli of course kept his nose wrinkled as he said this, but he meant every word of it.
+25 Bonus Bonding points were gained by Kara and Halli
Kara was coaxed away from the edge of openly crying when she heard Halli's words. Any other husband, she imagined, would have recoiled in disgust, but here he was, at her back, preserving the remains of her dignity. However, sweet words did nothing for her colon, which, sensing victory, began its final assault against her now messy, soiled bottom.
If Kara wasn't out of time in the queue, or 30 seconds ago, she was out now. Her bowels were about to finish what they started.
Her whole body was on fire. Her face burned with shame as her husband willed her to believe it would be all right, that this foul weight, ruining her panties and tights and dirtying her cheeks would not be the end. Her insides burned in urgency as the remaining load boiled inside her, tearing at the last of her strength to hold back. Halli's words were so far away, but she could feel them over the terrible, moist mess cradled on her rear. But then, Kara went cold.
The fiery urgency began to wane and weaken as the coldness started. A tingling in her spine, rising up and out and all around. As it spread, the hairs on her neck began to stand, and a great feeling of emptiness descended in her. It was like being at the edge of a cliff, and suddenly falling. Her eyes widened as she realized, this was it. Already, her bottom hole was yawning once more, soft mess pushing, nay, almost marching to meet the waiting load in her tights. Control was finally, completely gone.
Kara pushed away with a strength born of a cornered wolf. Halli nearly fell backwards as she wriggled free, and he saw her shake her head to and fro, panic writ large on her face. Her eyes settled on the tree line in the park, and she was already moving. Grace was her last concern and frankly outside of her faculties. Each step was a wide, stumbling gait, hands on her bottom trying to force her muddy cheeks together and halt what her anus was too overwhelmed to stop on its own. Yet despite this valiant effort, it mattered little how hard she squeezed, her heart racing as her bowels contracted with powerful rhythmic fury, forcing soft rope, then waves of near-formless muck into the seat of her panties as her massive accident reached its crescendo.
Fifteen seconds have passed
Kara was nearly in the midst of the bushes and trees as her accident both quickened and concluded. Most women would have considered this a lost cause at this point and given up, but Kara was running on pure adrenaline, her fight or flight response absolutely screaming the latter in her mind. As she ran, the grapefruit-and-a-half sized bulge in and around the seat of her panties bounced wildly, several times pulling down her tights with their weight and exposing a good bit of the top of her pale, plump butt cheeks before she could tug them back up.
The spot was concealed, no revelers, no crowds to see her, it was perfect except...Kara could have wept with defeat when she saw several other women squatting down, mid-pee, or standing up to yank their clothes back up. Clearly, Kara wasn't the only ones caught short and without a restroom. Some of the girls looked up at this woman who was clearly in the middle of a major accident.
No, she was done searching. She had to squat. If absolutely nothing else, she was determined to finish her poo somewhere that wasn't in her panties and tights.
Running up to the nearest unoccupied tree, she hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her tights and panties at last, peeling them down as she dropped into a squat. Her bowels did the rest...“A-a-a-AH!!”
Letting out a sob of relief, a short but violent cacophony of farts, expulsions, and crackles exited her muddy rear as she finished emptying her bowels in the grass below. Her head was swimming with emotion and relief as words from the other ladies echoed in and out of her head, dimly thankful that they weren't groans or gags of disgust.“Oh my goodness!”
“...from the queue too?”
“...don't worry honey, I was wet down to my knees when I got here...”
Kara caught her breath, gulping for air as she wiped the sweat off of her brow and the tears from her eyes. At last, it was finally over...at least this part of her ordeal...
Willing up her courage, she finally looked down, shame burning to her cheeks as she realized just what she had done. Bunched in her panties and tights between her legs was a messy disaster that she cringed to behold. She didn't want to think too hard into the details, but phrases like “chocolate cake slice” came to mind. Her panties were overfilled, her mess having indeed pushed her soil past her leg holes and badly fouled her tights. Everything it touched was stained an obvious brown, and Kara didn't have to imagine what her cheeks looked like, she could feel how muddy they were.
She felt so helpless squatting there, she didn't have a scrap of tissue or cloth to clean up with, certainly not a mess of this magnitude. She thought about asking the other ladies squatted around her, but unless they had a full change of pants, there was nothing they could do for her. Would she have to wait until her husband came and investigated? Would she have to wait here in shame until he came back with something for her to change into?
The first true, vanquished, hiccupy sob broke out of Kara's throat, when from her right, four more women came barreling into the small, concealed area. Kara, after a moment, recognized three of them, the girls who had lined up behind her when she was still squirming in the queue.
All three of them looked as though they were about to burst, and her eyes widened when she saw the back of one of them, the brown-haired girl in the short skirt. The pleated garment was hiked up, and as she shifted and danced, Kara saw it.
The bulge swinging and bouncing in this girl's underwear was unmistakable, she had pooped her panties! Another girl, the one wearing a purple-black dress...though Kara couldn't be too sure, her movements gave a suggestion that her own underwear was heavy with a load as well.
Kara very nearly let out a misplaced laugh, managing to suppress it before it escaped. She thought she was the only woman in this entire city who had to bear through this indignity, and yet another, perhaps two more were in the same boat she was a minute or so ago.
As the long-dressed girl was slowly led away by a redhead, the brown-haired girl waddled quite close to the very tree she was squatting near, far too desperate to notice Kara, dropping into a squat of her own as she yanked down her panties. Kara's watched as a large log tumbled out of the seat of the girl's smudged underwear, soon joined by another that was already yawning her bottom wide open before that spilled forth too. Then another. Then another. Her blonde-haired friend soon joined her as well, squatting down and her leavings pouring from her cheeks too.
As Kara squatted there, watching these young ladies empty their bowels, her own rumbled softly as she realized in disbelief that a little bit of her mess remained inside her. All the willing to empty herself fully, Kara pushed, feeling a small snake slither from her back exit. And...maybe out of a desire to feel like her blunder was shared, rather than simply being concerned for this girl who too has soiled her panties, Kara spoke to her:
“O-oh dear, you too?”
Kara's voice was a little higher pitched than normal, and she rewiped the sweat and tears off her face after after realizing she must look in quite a state. However, the brown hair girl didn't seem to notice, bleary-eyed with relief as she looked up.
“H-Huh?”
Kara continued to chat, midway through her own final little load of poo pushing out from between her cheeks. As ridiculous as it sounded, she almost felt a bit of camaraderie with this relief-drunk woman who too had fouled her panties, albeit to a far lesser extent.
“Hnnh....d-don't be embarrassed sweetie, I started f-hnnkhh-filling my panties in that dreadful queue too, I couldn't even make it home! If it weren't' for this, I'd be in an even worse ssshnn-state than I am now-”
Kara felt positively ridiculous saying this. With her mind now clear, she realized the little bit of mess she pushed into the grass paled in comparison to the small mountain she had made in the bunched up tights and panties at her ankles. Yet, this didn't seem to register with the young woman, who nodded as another log pushed from her rear.
“H-hah-t-thank you...” she managed to reply to Kara. Though as she caught her breath, finishing freeing herself of the substantial burden in her bowels, she slowly became more coherent.
“Are you here for the festival too? If you'd like, you can freshen up at my house. It's probably less crowded than the inns in town right now.” Kara baffled even herself...hospitality at a time like this? In any other circumstance...if it weren't for this girl waddling up next to her with a load of poo in her panties...Kara would have rather simply evaporated off the face of the earth in pure shame. But though she still felt her face on fire with the embarrassment of such a large, public accident, this girl at least allowed her to keep her wits about her.
“...y-you know...sure, I...I can take you up on that! What do you think Lily?”
“Mmmhhh...”
The other girl, on her left, was lost in her own relief, a significant pile behind her ass as a hissing stream issued between her thighs to the grass below.
“Just...give her a moment.”
Kara chuckled to herself, but her laughter quickly vanished as she looked back down at the state of her bottomwear.
“Would you...like some tissues?” the brown-haired girl asked tentatively, noticing how bad of an accident Kara had
“No, thank you though dear...it would most likely make things worse at this point...”
Sighing, and avoiding touching any of her leavings, Kara attempted to tip her load out of her panties and tights, and onto the grass below. Though some came out, far more remained caked to the fabric, and even if she could get the rest out, the stain she had on the seat would be unmistakable.
With little other choice, and swallowing her pride, Kara slowly stood up, taking her messy panties and tights and slowly pulling them back up around her hips. She cringed as she felt her mess pressing up against her rump once more. She thought about what she'd do, what she'd say to Halli, Johann, and Emilía when she saw them again...
“W-wait! You're not going back out there like that, are you?” the brown-haired girl said, alarmed, as she finished dabbing the stain on her panties with a tissue
“I don't have much of a choice...” Kara responded, despondent. “My husband is waiting for me nearby and...”
“Hang on, I have an idea.”
Pulling up her panties, she walked up to Kara, unclasping the front button on the blue jacket she was wearing. Shrugging off the sleeves, she wrapped it around Kara's waist, tying it firmly.
“There, it's not much, but it's better than nothing. Lily, can you talk to her husband for her while I take her home? We'll meet up there.”
“You got it!”
Kara stood there, blinking several times as, for the first time in the last half-hour, she felt in control again.
“I...I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Kara Grímsdóttir.”
“Solveig Tveit!” the brown haired girl responded cheerfully.
“Liliana Seuhans-Gagliardi.” the blonde haired girl said with a smile.
And with that, a new friendship began with Kara and the four adventurers she met in the thick trees and shrubs of Arcadia's park. And though she had thoroughly messed her Founding Day tights and white panties, she gained something much greater. |
I debated putting this in interactive, but I'm actually goong to do most of the writing without reader input. At the end of each part I may ask for some input, but its not necessarily you picking what the characyer does, just helping me decide what to write next.
If a mod feels this should actually go in interactive, then I'll post it there.
Enjoy!
“Fuck you!” Tex screamed to her husband as she slammed the front door. She marched straight to her car and peeled right out, going into town. The german shepherd had no friends in this city. She and her husband only moved there because it was cheap. Tex drove towards the city, unsure of where she was going exactly. Alone time always did her some good.
After driving into the city for about half an hour, Tex had calmed down. She tried to find a good place to turn around down the lane and go home. As she looked around, she started to regain awareness of the rest of her body. The very first thing she realized is her bladder was just about as full as it could get. Luckily, she swerved right into a parking lot.
The good news is the parking lot had cars in it, meaning whatever business nearby was open. The bad news is because it was full, Tex had to search for a parking spot, leaving her in anguish for a little bit longer. She would be extremely upset if she wet her favorite denim short skirt.
Luckily, someone backed out of a spot ahead of her, and she pulled in. She quickly turned her car off, stepped out, adjusted her white blouse, and locked the car with her key fob. She fast-walked her way right to the door of a club. She made her way inside, tensing her core and pelvic muscles. She was greeted by the bouncer. He had a cute face for a tiger, but his body definitely fit the part for his job. Tex smiled at him.
“Hey. I was wondering if I could just use your bathroom?” The tiger looked her in the eyes with a straight face.
“Sorry, miss, but it’s a twenty dollar cover charge, and I’ll need to see your ID.” Tex gritted her teeth and held her legs together.
“Please, I really have to go. I promise I’ll be in and out.”
“Sorry, but you aren’t getting in without the cover charge.” His response made Tex weigh her options. She could pay him and be out twenty dollars just to use the bathroom, or she could take her chances and try to go somewhere else. She decided the latter option would lead to a disaster.
“Fine.” She gave in and clumsily dug the bill out of her purse and put it right in his hand, then dug out her driver’s license and showed it to him. He smiled.
“Thank you, ma’am. You may enter.” Tex immediately just threw her wallet and license into her purse and darted inside. She spotted the bathroom by the bar and made a beeline for the ladies’ room.
Sweet relief.
Tex exited the bathroom and glanced at the bar. She stopped for a minute and had a thought.
“I paid the cover charge, I might as well get a drink while I’m here.” She sat at the bar on the only stool available, next to a handsome dark grey dog. He immediately took notice and started to glance at her.
“A jack and coke, please,” Tex said to the bartender. She used her paw to brush her hair a little bit. The dog decided to open up to her.
“That happens to be my favorite drink too.” He held his half empty glass up. “You like any other mixed drinks?” Tex just leaned onto the counter with her elbows.
“Not really. I don’t usually drink very much. When I do, I like to make sure it’s something I like, especially when it’s five dollars a drink.” The dog smiled at her.
“Yeah, it’s insane how much these drinks are. I’d be willing to introduce you to some other favorites if you’d like.” Tex smiled a little.
“Maybe. But not tonight.” The dog leaned toward her.
“Are you saying there might be another night?” Tex giggled.
“Only if you make tonight count. I don’t even know you.”
“We can fix that.”
Soon, Tex’s drink arrived. She ended up sipping on it throughout their conversation, but had finished it quite quickly, before ordering another. This repeated several times through the night. Eventually the night started to come to and end.
“Listen, this was a lot of fun,” Tex slurred, “but I can’t do this.” Her slurred speech had more to do with tiredness than it did to do with her being drunk.
“Do what?” the dog asked, slightly more in control of his speech.
“This!” She had no further explanation than that. “Look, I like you. You are a great guy, and you are actually very cute for a mutt. But I’m married.” The mutt looked surprised, but still spoke after a brief pause.
“Obviously he’s missing something about you, then. You were here with me instead of with him.” Tex glared at him.
“Are you really asking me to leave my husband?” He took her hand.
“No. I’m just thinking maybe I can fill in the blanks he won’t?” Tex pondered his proposition, disgusted that she would even consider it, then she leaned in to kiss him.
“Where’s your place?” she asked, still in his face.
“We could just get a room here. The club actually has some rooms for our particular type of circumstance.” Tex giggled.
“Let’s do it.”
Moments later, the couple was in the bedroom. Tex’s legs wrapped around her suitor’s waist. The dog held the shepherd up by her butt, his mouth on hers, barely letting up to take a breath. He set her on the bed and started to undress himself, Tex following suit. She wanted a night of passion, and she was going to have it.
(Not going to spoil anything but...
now or later?
Tex or her lover) |
Here's more. I write a little more nsfw into this. Hope it's vanilla enough. If you guys think I can make it less sfw, let me know. I'mm really enjoying writing this, and I'd like to use more detail.
Enjoy!
Light shone into Tex’s eyes, slowly waking her. Her first thought was about how comfortable she was. She stretched, and rolled over, putting her arms around the suddenly unfamiliar canine next to her. The night came back to her quickly. Tex nearly panicked.
A few minutes went by as Tex considered the night before. She felt dirty. She was dirty. Her body defiled by another guy. Even though he was an extremely kind, handsome, cuddly mutt, every part of her told her she had fucked up. She avoided touching him as she thought about leaving as soon as possible.
Tex slid the sheets off her gently and stretched. As she stretched, Her bladder suddenly throbbed. She stopped mid stretch to save face, as the pain was worse than last night’s near miss. If that wasn’t bad enough, her partner woke up and stretched. He turned to her and looked her straight in the eyes. A smile grew on his face, but Tex’s face stayed still as stone.
“Hey there. You have fun last night?” He put a hand on her hip. All Tex could do was blush and nod. There were so many mixed emotions going through her at that moment. The suitor slid his sheets off and hopped out of the bed. “I’m going to hop in the shower. Did you want to join?” Tex looked down.
“Um… not right now. I really should go home.” She looked into his eyes as he shrugged.
“Well, let me know when we can do this again. I really like you, Tex.” He pecked her on the lips. “I’ll see you later.” He hopped out of bed and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Tex began to panic, but not because of her love affair. The more immediate matter was she was about to pee. She didn’t feel comfortable letting this new guy see her nude yet, at least not sober. But she had to do something.
Tex did the one thing she could do. Nothing.
Tex did nothing, and let the inevitable happen. She just let her bladder empty itself and peed where she lay. She managed to soak a good portion of the bed in about a minute. Luckily, the half her suitor slept on was still fairly dry, so if it was ever brought up, she could blame it on the alcohol. That’s exactly what she was going to do.
Tex sloppily wiped her legs off with the spare bath towel by the bathroom door and threw her clothes on. She was out the door and in her car in no time at all.
“Fuck me! What the hell did I just do? I could be pregnant! My husband probably knows by now… Why am I fucking it up?” Tex continued to beat herself up over the whole situation the entirety of the drive home. After a while, she would slow down a little below the speed limit, dreading the confrontation with her husband. She was terrified, but rightly so.
Soon, she pulled into the driveway, left her car, and entered her house, slow and stealthy.
“Tex,” came a disappointed voice that made the shepherd jump out of her fur.
“S-Silver…” She put her hands together and looked down to the floor.
“Tex… I’m sorry about last night…”
“You are?” She looked up at him, cautiously. Her husband was a husky, slightly taller than her, and definitely stronger-looking. “I-I’m sorry too.” She took a deep breath, still rather ashamed of her big thrill. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Silver walked toward her and embraced her. Tex returned his grip two-fold until… “Wh-why do you smell like pee?” Tex grinned a little.
“I-uh… had an accident… last night.” He gazed into her eyes.
“You didn’t shower?” She shook her head.
“I just wanted to get back home to you.” Silver smiled at her.
“I understand.” He leaned forward and kissed her. Tex blushed hard, as she remembered putting her mouth over her lover’s cock last night. She also remembered that she had never gotten his name, or she forgot it.
“I’m a horrible bitch,” Tex thought. She soon pulled away from the kiss. “I’m going to take a shower. Do you work today?” she said. She started making her way to the master bathroom.
“I work late tonight, so if you want, we can do something before I go.” Tex smiled at the thought of going on a date with her husband again.
“That sounds great!” She shut the door and started her shower.
Silver and Tex walked down one of the city streets en route to their favorite coffee shop. The couple held each other’s hands, Tex now fully invested in this date. They entered the shop and waited in line. The line didn’t move very quick, but the shop’s drinks were worth it. Silver turned to his wife.
“Hey, why don’t you find us a place to sit and I’ll order out drinks? What would you like?” Tex squeezed his hand a little bit.
“I waaannnnnt…” She looked at the menu for a few seconds. “A medium mocha frap.” Silver kissed her and Tex let go of his hand. “See you in a minute!” Tex found a nice little booth and took a seat, looking at her husband. Then, her phone chimed. She pulled it out of her purse to check it. As soon as she turned it on, she was greeted with a shirtless picture of the guy she slept with. The contact name with the picture was Lee.
“Lee…” It all came back to her, including how on the fence she was about this guy. She could at least try to be friends with him and call off any of the romantic stuff. Eventually she replied to him. “Nice pic! Wanna chat later?” Seconds later, she got a reply.
“Would love to.” Another text followed. “Wanna go out tonight?” Tex took a deep breath and pondered if they should meet up again. She didn’t want to be tempted by him again, but she would also like to know this person better.
“Sure. I would have to wait until my husband leaves. Pick me up?”
“Sounds like a plan. Text details later?”
“Sure. Ttyl.” His only response was a heart emoji. Tex thought nothing of it and put her phone away, just as her husband walked up with their drinks. Apparently she had been texting Lee that long. Silver set the drinks on the table.
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to try to use the bathroom.”
“Okay. Hurry back!” Tex smiled up at him, taking a sip of her drink through the straw. Silver wandered off to the bathroom. Tex watched him walk up to the bathroom door, only to discover there was a line. The only bathroom was a single person bathroom. Silver decided he did not want to wait in line, and just went back to his wife.
“I’ll just wait.”
“You sure? We can go somewh-”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I want to spend this time with you. Besides, I’m sure I can make it home.” Tex flashed him another smile.
The couple immersed themselves into conversation.
The date had ended a half hour later. Silver sped slightly, but not on purpose. Hed grown a little more desperate to pee, and Tex had taken notice. She had a thing about seeing her husband squirm, and this was no exception. She just kept quiet, knowing he was going to drive all the way home. During the drive, she texted Lee a few times, primarily giving him her address and telling him what time to actually show up. Eventually Tex broke the silence.
“Do ya wish you waited in line to pee now?” She smiled slyly.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry though, I’m still fine.. Kind of.” Silver was telling the truth. He had a pretty good record on staying dry, as did Tex until that morning. The couple arrived home, and Silver rushed inside, occupying the guest bathroom, leaving the door wide open. Tex liked to glance at him, but still gave him his privacy, whether he actually needed it or not.
A few hours later, Silver was in the shower, getting ready for work. She grew nervous about seeing Lee again. While she daydreamed about the encounter, her phone went off. She checked it.
“I’m here.” Her heart stopped when she read the text.
“You’re too early!”
“Sorry, I just couldn’t wait to see you. That and I need to use your bathroom ASAP.” Tex only rolled her eyes. While she admits that she can get used to the idea of her lover (one of them, at least) peeing his pants once, she was more upset that she would be found out than she was aroused by the prospect.
“Just hold it or go somewhere else. My husband CAN NOT see you!”
“Okay, I’ll wait somewhere else.”
Tex anxiously waited. She could not wait for her husband to leave and be gone. Right now, she’d love nothing more than to let Lee in to relieve himself and just pass him off as a friend or a stranger, but Tex did not feel confident she could keep up the act yet.
The shower shut off. Tex’s heart sank. Another text arrived on her phone.
“Is he almost gone? My bladder is about to explode.”
“Yes, hold on.” She put her phone away and soon enough, her husband walked into the front room in his work uniform. He kissed her.
“Bye. Love you.”
“Love you too!” She smiled at him and saw him off. She waited until his car was gone and out of sight, then pulled her phone back out.
“Okay, he’s gone. You can come in.”
“On my way.”
A minute passed and Lee walked up to the front door and knocked, actually doing a potty dance. Tex opened the door almost immediately.
“Hey, Tex,” Lee said, kissing her cheek. He entered the house. “Where is the bathroom?”
“This way,” Tex started to walk further into the house until she heard a car in the driveway. “Fuck, I think he forgot something! You need to hide now!”
“I REALLY have to pee though!” Tex disregarded his complaint and shoved him into the coat closet and shut the door.
“Stay quiet!”
Silver entered the house and grabbed a nametag off the coffee table.
“I forgot my name tag. Love you, Tex. Bye!”
“Love you too,” she responded, nervous. She watched him pull away once again. She slowly opened the closet door and saw Lee holding onto his crotch.
“I think… I may not make it to the bathroom…” He blushed. Tex giggled, and her will was overridden by her desire for him. She pulled Lee into a passionate kiss by his hands, the only things stopping him from wetting his pants. The flood gates opened, and Tex pressed her hips into his legs, feeling the warmth of his urine on her own legs. This was it. Tex wanted nothing more than Lee and his fluids on her. She soon broke the kiss, pulling him to the bed. While Lee was not done relieving himself by a longshot, he had no choice but to follow her.
Tex held his hands and looked into his eyes.
“Did you… pull out last time?” Her face was serious, but she was honestly just curious. He nodded. She smiled.
“Good… Maybe someday,I’ll let you stay in.” Lee grew erect as Tex started to take her clothes off. Once again, Lee followed suit.
“You… think we could wash my clothes after we’re done?” Tex didn’t respond, except by passionately kissing him and pulling him into the bed, just as she did the night before. Once again, Tex was overcome with desire, and satisfied her womanly needs once more. |
I wake up.
It was just a dream. Thank god.
I push myself up against my mattress and look around. Nothing.
Well, nothing I can see. It's pitch black.
What time is it?
I pick my phone up off the bed and press the home button - the light almost blinds me. I recoil backwards.
It takes me a good few seconds to let my eyes adjust to the light - but when they do I find out it's 3AM.
Three in the morning.
Of course.
Why would I not wake up at three in the damn morning?
Well. Could be worse. Could be 2.
I take bearing of myself. That dream's still got me thrown off - I don't really know what's real right now. I look down at myself.
The usual - good. My usual pasty white frame, under my favourite green PJs. The shorts have ridden quite far up my rear, but they're still my usual shorts. That does explain why I could feel that in my dream. Bloody squid...
I sigh and lay back onto my bed, with a subtle *poof* as I hit the mattress. My phone goes off again and I'm left in the dark once more, with only me, my PJs, and my surprisingly full bladder.
I really need to pee.
Damn. I hate that. Waking up with a full bladder. And I mean FULL right now. I really need to pee. Super bad.
I don't want to get out of my bed! It's nice and comfy and warm and nice and....really uncomfortable right now. Stupid bladder. Why can't you not be full?
Still, I suppose I should be glad it is full right now. I've woke up with it empty before...
It wasn't my fault though - I was dreaming, and there was a toilet, and it was so inviting and realistic...Look, it wasn't my fault!
I sat down, and when I woke up, I'd discovered that the toilet wasn't quite so real as I'd thought it was. What was real though was the cold damp feeling all up my body. My shorts and shirt, clinging to me, all the way up to my neck. That was a huge puddle. I'd been sleeping on my front too, I was practically kissing my wet...
Ew. I don't want to go into detail...
I didn't know I could even hold that much - well, I suppose I couldn't. Which is why I was in a puddle with a very empty bladder.
Man did my room mates tease me about that. Well, they still do. Tara in particular. I tried getting my own back a week later, by putting her hands in warm water.
Turns out that doesn't work. At all. Instead of wetting herself as she slept, she woke up and threw the water at me, then joked that I'd managed to wet myself again. Twice in a week.
"Ha ha Sophie, if you keep wetting yourself like this, we'll need to get you diapers"
Ha ha, real funny Tara. I'll get her one day.
It was a year ago though, so they don't tease me quite so much. Usually.
T-that's enough digressing for now - my bladder's begging me to empty it. I have to go sooo bad! It feels like a rock down there - christ, I can practically see it bulging out of me. Or have I gained weight?
I press down on the bulge to be sure - it's definitely my bladder. Why did I press it! I nearly peed!
Well, I guess I better get out of bed.
I toss the quilt off of me and kick my legs over the side of the bed. The cold comes as a shock to me, and I almost being peeing where I sit.
Almost, but not quite.
I look around again. I've gotten a little used to the dark now, and I can make out some things. L-like the man, standing over me, watching me - Oh. Nevermind. That's just my coat hanging on the wardrobe. A-heh.
Hmm. This bed is warm. Outside of bed is not. I really don't want to get out of bed. But I gotta pee so bad!
Well...I've already got a reputation in this house. I guess it wouldn't hurt if I lied back down and just...No. I'm not doing that - gross!
Man, imagine being so lazy you wet yourself rather than getting up. Just sitting and letting it all in your clothes, too lazy to get up. Hot pee running down you, leaving a puddle. I guess you'd have to clean that up, so that'd be more work. At least it'd be warm - Gross! What am I thinking this for. I'm not just gonna pee myself.
It would be easier thou- NO. No peeing, not in bed.
I throw myself forward and my bare feet hit the carpet. I nearly stumble forward, but I catch my balance. Even my carpet feels cold on my feet, compared to my lovely warm bed. I fold my arms as I shiver - the cold is really not helping my cause right now, I gotta go soooo bad.
I step forward cautiously, step by step, as I inch my way to the door. One of my hands falls out of it's folded position so I can hold myself - I don't think I can hold it any other way right now. One hand clenched between my legs, I reach for the doorknob.
And I miss.
I swipe at the door a couple times until my free hand catches the knob, which it then twists to the left.
W-wrong way.
I twist again to the left and pull my door open, only to be greeted by the empty corridor.
I jump.
T-that shouldn't have scared me. T-that dream has really got me on edge right now, I don't know what's around the corner, or what's waiting for me, or....I have to pee so bad. I can't even think straight right now. I bend at the knees and bob on the spot for a few seconds, trying to make it less painful.
Poking my head through the doorway, I look down the corridor to either side. I can't see fucking anything. My eyes don't get used to the dark either, so I'm pretty much blind. I can't walk down there - someone might be hiding!
I know! I'll get my phone. That has a torch, right? That'll shine my - No it doesn't.
I dropped it last week, and now the torch is dead. I can still use the screen light though, right? Yeah.
I stumble back toward my bed, where my phone is lying somewhere. Even in the dark, my bed looks so inviting. The covers are still warm, I can make out the rough imprint of my head in the pillow. I just want to climb back in - but I can feel my bladder begging me not to. It's almost pulling at me like a dog, 'Don't do it!' it shouts. 'Empty me first!'. I guess I'm not getting into bed. Now I just gotta find my phone.
Why does my phone have to be white. The same colour as my sheets - I can't see it for love nor money.
I pat around on the edge of my bed, but to no avail. All I can feel is my bladder pulsating inside me as it reaches it's limit, begging for release.
I lean forward further over my bed, pressing down on my poor bladder. It feels like a boulder inside me, It's so hard to hold it right now....Hnnnn....Crap!
I think...
I can feel...aww crap. Yeah, that's definitely something wet down there...I leap forward onto my bed - face first into my phone. At least now I know where that is.
Why did I get back on my bed. Now I want to sleep again - damp spot or not. It's so comfy...It's so soft, and warm, and cosy and...getting gradually quite cold.
I can't sleep right now - I'm really on the edge here. I'm really about to burst, I have to pee, I'm about to wet myself, I really need to...Well, to start, I really need to get out of bed.
But it's so cosy!
Ouch!
My bladder reminds me why I'm getting out of bed with a sharp pang. I've already got a tiny damp spot - this isn't the time to be goofing off.
I push myself back up with my phone in one hand, and once I'm stood up again, my other hand firmly between my thighs.
I'm practically crushing my fingers between my legs I've got them so clamped shut.
I step forward again, with the dim glow from my phone illuminating my path. In the light I can see my bare legs move forward slightly each time, barely daring to move away from each other incase the slightest gap between them would make me burst like a balloon - something which I think might happen.
This is such a strange feeling right now - I'm still half asleep, but I feel wide awake too. I have to pee so badly right now - I don't have time to think.
One leg after the other, ankles brushing past with each step, I slowly make my way to the door of my room again.
Each step is agony as my heel hits the ground, sending a shudder all the way up to my oh-so-full bladder. Each time I think I'm gonna burst, but without so much as a drip, I edge forward. Step. After. Step.
The hallway greets me again, this time with the dim light of my phone to show me down it. All the doors are closed. Tara's room, Jess's room, and of course, the bathroom. I swear to god, if someone's in there...
Every single time I wake up needing to pee like this, Tara's in there - and it's always Tara. Without fail. Like she's doing it on purpose. I think she might just like to see me hopping up and down when she opens the door, practically peeing on the spot as she calmly and happily waltzes out the shower. One day she's gonna make me have an accident - I just know it. Then the teasing goes up again. "Ha ha ha looks like you really do need diapers"
What I really need is to pee. But in relation to the story, a second bathroom. Or a bucket.
You know what, if I do wet myself because of her, I'm gonna get some on her. Like on her feet - I'm not gonna throw it at her, but I'll try to make a puddle so big she gets her feet wet. That'll show her. Wet foot Tara.
T-that wouldn't work.
But it's gonna happen one day, she'll take too long in the shower, and I'll end up going in my shorts, leaning on the door, shouting as I relieve myself against my will.
Hell, that last part might be happening soon if I don't get going.
I step toward the bathroom, carefully treading on the solid wood floor ahead. The cold hits me like a truck, and I almost lose control again. It's so cold! Why is it so cold!
I should have put socks on or something - but I'm not going back now - I can barely even think about putting pressure on my bladder - leaning forward to put socks on - why, I'd pee on the spot. I wouldn't have my sock up to my ankle by the time I'd be sat in my own little lake.
Guess I'm gonna have to put up with cold feet. Sorry, toes.
From this point on, each step feels like a minor victory. Tearing my feet from the floor and lurching them forward is far more effort than I'd care to admit, and I'm practically moaning with each step. Each cold step on the floor sends more shudders into my bladder, which threatens to burst each and every time. This is agony. But I've come so far - no giving up now.
I step forward again and -
Eep!
D-did you hear that? S-something downstairs?
I try to ignore my bladder and I hop over to the banister of the stairs. I look straight down, one hand holding my phone over so I can see downwards.
Nothing.
But I hear it again.
"W-who's down there?" I whimper, trying and failing to sound at all confident.
Something quickly scampers downstairs, going silent for a moment.
It's burglars. Or a fox. Or a monster - something's in this house - I have to find out....
My bladder begs me not to - but this is more important right now. I can feel it trying to squeeze itself, but I hold back and shuffle my way to the end of the stairs. I stare down them into the hallway.
Nothing.
Pitch black nothing.
I slowly hobble my way downstairs, my bladder screaming at me for every inch I get further from our bathroom. By the time my feet thump onto the floor at the bottom I'm ready to -
Hnng!
Crap...ready for that I suppose.
I shiver as something warm slides down my leg - I can only imagine what it is. N-not much mind you, but that's definitely a drip running down my left thigh...down to my ankle...and it splashes on the floor.
One drip. I-I'm okay. Is there a wet patch? I dread to look, but it feels like there might be. I run my left foot over the single wet drop on the floor to hide it, smearing it over the wood. I can't wet myself now - not in the hallway - Not when there might be something in here....
I step forward again, lifting my foot away from the damp spot on the ground. Now that foot is even colder in one very specific part. This is hell...I'm cold, I'm scared, and I'm on the edge of peeing myself in the hallway like a little girl. I swallow, and step forward again, waving my phone's dim light in front of me, as if it might help.
Another step, my foot gently slapping the wooden floor as it lands. I pad forward with my other foot, as if testing the waters. Of course the water is wood - and the only actual liquid I can feel is the massive ball of it inside me - and the tiny damp streak down my leg.
A single cool breeze blows through the house, stinging on my wetter skin and nearly causing another lapse in strength - but I don't lose a drop. I don't think I do anyway, it's hard to tell.
I'm not getting colder down south though, so I guess I did fine.
I step forward again. This silence is deafening. My quivering breaths seem to sound all around the house - I can hear my shirt move as I quiver here - a mixture of fear and an absolute need to relieve myself. I know which is stronger right now, and it's begging me to go back upstairs to that toilet...Just the thought of the toilet is gonna have me burst on the spot. I can't wet myself though...I can't. I'm 25, not 2. I can make it.
I step forward once more, now in arms reach of the kitchen door way. I can make out the table in the middle - the chairs around it...I can just about tell the difference between the oven and the cupboards, and the-
Shit!
S-Something moved! I-I-I I'm not kidding! I saw something!
I'm fully alert now, and stood back on my toes, clutching my phone to my chest with one hand. My other hand is - well, you know where it is. It's practically merging into my belly at this point.
I stand dead still for a moment. An agonising, long, moment. My bladder is practically bursting out of me, but I'm paralysed by fear - Don't laugh! You would be too!
It's 3 in the morning, I'm in my PJs, and there's something in my house! A-and I'm wetting myself!
D-damn, that last part was meant to be figurative - but right now I think I'm gonna....Gonna...
Hnng!
B-balls. I did it again - another drip has just splattered onto the floor beneath me. At least that surge of energy has me moving again - I've gone from back straight and on my toes, to bent over double, staring at the floor, with my feet pointed inwards.
As soon as I can manage, I glance upward. Kitchen comes into view. Silent. Still. Silent. Still. Sil-WHAT WAS THAT.
"Yeep!" I yeep as I throw myself back at the wall as something black and tiny and horrible strikes onto the table - something awful and...
Oh for fuck's sake.
He's not horrible - he's Tiddles, the house cat. From next door.
The black cat from next door. What's he doing in our -
W-why do I feel so warm now?
Crap! I peed! Q-quite a bit too!
I must have been too shocked to notice, but I let out a big spurt just then - there's drips on the floor beneath me and everything! My hand's soaked over, there's a big wet patch on my shorts...and I feel very silly.
I step over to the table and grab the cat by the neck, running my hand down his back to stroke him.
"You absolute bastard, you..." I whisper, as I run my hands over his body. He purrs, steps toward me and tries to push his head into mine. One of my hands falls back to it's position between my legs, while the other scritches tiddles behind the ears.
"You made me do this." I whisper to him, pointing at my wet crotch. I wouldn't usually bring so much attention to that to most boys, but tiddles is different. On account of him being a small black cat. Tiddles hops off the table and wanders around back into the living room. I watch as he slunks out of view. And then I remember why I'm down here.
Another sharp pang in my bladder has me bent over double once more, ass against the wall. I moan quite loudly, followed by me blushing quite redly. I can't believe I just moaned like that...What would my house mates think if they could hear me.
"Gee Sophie, why did you go downstairs last night, were you getting yourself off in the kitchen or something?"
At least that would be more adult that just pissing myself. In my PJs no less.
These were the PJs I'd wet before - that time I had the dream about the toilet and wet the bed - that time that wasn't my fault. I can't wet them twice. Well, I can't wet them anymore...I hope. I also should shut that window - I guess that's how tiddles got in, that would-
"EEP!"
I stand on my tiptoes again, clutching my chest once more, and splashing a little yet again. I hear a quiet catty yelp before I see a slightly damp tiddles make a beeline for the window - diving out of it like something out of an action movie.
"You...furry bastard! Look what you made me do!" I whisper-shout, slamming my hand back into my now-warm-again crotch. All this pee down here, I'm surprised I still even have to go. There's a puddle the size of a small ash-tray beneath me right now. And a smaller one forming - I can feel that one. I've stopped peeing, but my shorts have enough soaked in that they're dribbling down my leg. I can feel a tiny puddle forming beneath the toes of my right foot - at least it's warmer than the tiled floor.
G-gross.
Well. I guess now I know what the noise was. I better shut that window.
Once more, I labour onward, though not quite so awkwardly as before. There's some relief to my bladder, now that I've gone and lost some of it's contents already. Probably about two-shot glasses worth, but right now all I want is a pint. To get out of me. And the rest of it, too. It's all I can think of right now. Oh god I have to pee so much.
Stepping forward is easier now, but I know it's gonna get much harder. I know what my bladder's like - I've been caught a couple times like this - the first leak big enough to feel relief is the most dangerous point. Because my bladder wants more - and it wants it now. I've had times back at my parents house where I've ended up like this. First leak is always the moment where I know that I've got less than a minute - my bladder replaces that leak and then some. I can already feel it compensating for lost liquid...
I lurch forward, using my free arm to push myself along the kitchen counter to the open window. My feet slap on the tiled floor as I move, thundering through the silence of the house. When I reach the counter below the window, I stretch myself forward and grab the window handle - but I don't really notice myself pull the window shut - instead I notice a hot burst in my shorts, followed by my second hand slamming into a hot, fresh stream. Then the sounds of the window falling shut, and the splashing of liquid on feet.
D-dammit. I leaked again. I'm so far gone at this point, leaks aren't even annoying me. I just kind of expect them at this point.
I'm not gonna make it back to the bathroom, am I?
At this point, I'm better off cutting my losses and peeing into a bowl or something. There's got to be one in the sink, right?
The sink is at the farthest point of the kitchen, with a table dividing the room in two. If you stand at the sink, you have to walk all the way around the table to get back out. That doesn't sound like much, but right now, it looks like a marathon.
But I'm bursting. I have to make some quick choices.
If I reach the sink, there might be a dirty bowl, or a cup, or...something. I can pee in that. If there's nothing....then I'm fucked. I'm too short to hike myself onto the sink, and even if I wasn't, I'd wake everyone up as I crash into it. There's a sight for the room-mates, me pissing into a sink while moaning like I've just had the single best orgasm of my life - piss splashing and hissing as it sprays onto the metal surface of the sink. My legs hanging over the edge. And then me needing someone to help me back out. Not happening.
On the other hand, I might make it to the bathroom if I leave now. But then I might not.
I'm gonna risk it. Without looking up, I shove one hand between my damp thighs, and cling to the side with the other. Staring at the floor and bent over double, I drag myself toward the sink.
As the cold metal of the draining rack catches my hand, I look up into the sink. An empty basin greets me.
Fuck.
The dishwasher's next to me at least, if there's something dirty in there, I can pee in that, and put it back...
I yank it open, only to be greeted by the rare sight of it being full of clean crockery.
The ONE TIME Tara decides it's her turn to do the dishes...why couldn't she have left it off! Like she usually does!
I swear, she does this on purpose, it's like sh-
FFffffffffff-FUCK!
It happened again - I spurted. I fucking spurted again. A splash on the floor behind me, and a hot burst around my backside - it's undeniable. That was a spurt. I'm inches away from having a complete accident in my PJs.
That spurt's taken a lot out of me - I stand on the spot, breathing heavily as I try to catch my breath. Each breath into my body presses down onto my poor, poor bladder. I know I feel a couple more drips make their way into my shorts as I breath in - at least two....make that three.
This is it. I've lost. I'm wetting myself.
I'm...I'm 25, and I'm wetting myself in the kitchen like a dumb....kid. Ffuck...
No. No. Not happening. Not now, not happening.
I wipe a single frustrated tear from my face with the wrong hand - now my face is wetter. No time for that though - I can wash it later - right now, I've gotta go.
I NEED to move. My legs don't wait for me to tell them - they just move, as best they can.
By which I mean they shuffle forward, clinging together like magnets. Quite wet magnets.
My feet slap on the floor with every step, though now the slaps sound slightly wet. Which is disheartening to say the least.
I try to get a glance behind me, and I catch a couple of wet foot prints on the floor, amongst a significant number of drops. My body-twist forces out another few drips - mostly splashing the ground, though one scores a direct hit on my ankle. I hear myself whimper again.
"Come on. Not now."
Good. Now I'm talking to myself too. This is going well.
I stumble forward further, making it to the hallway before I'm caught by another desperate wave. My body tenses, and so does my bladder. But so do my fingers - the real heroes of the day. A single drip manages to make it out through my valiant defense, and it dribbles down my left thigh silently. Uwaaaa! It ran over my kneepit...
Come on. Not long. I lurch my way forward to the steps again, with more effort than ever before.
The cold seat of my shorts is now motivating me - I want to make at least half the steps before it goes warm again.
God, look at me - I'm not even bargaining to make it any more, just to make it partially.
'If I can just reach the bathroom before I wet myself'.
No.
I'm making it to the toilet. I WILL Make it. I have to make it.
The steps loom over me like a mountain. I've never been mountaineering, but I'm sure I'm getting the experience right now. The steps ahead might as well be snow-capped for all it's worth right now. That wouldn't be so cold as this damn floor though.
Up I go.
The first step is agony, and it doesn't end well. I've barely planted my foot down before I hear familiar dripping of liquid on wood, and feel a familiar heat of fabric. I don't try to stop myself though - that's a losing game - I charge up the stairs.
I stop trying to hold back, and instead I throw my feet upward, two stairs at a time, doing my best to ignore the sudden burst of heat running into my shorts. Doing my best to ignore the obvious trail of damp carpet beneath me - it's not massive, but it's obvious. Like I've spilled tea up the stairs, but instead of tea, it's....Well, we both know exactly what hot liquid it is - not something I want to drink for sure.
I don't stop myself running until I hit the wall of the landing upstairs, by which point my shorts are very wet, very warm, and very much dripping. I force my bladder shut.
Ahem.
I force my bladder sh-
Why isn't it stopping.
I try and I try, but I can't halt the stream - I'm leaning against the wall, both hands pulling myself up so hard I might lift off the floor, but there's a trickle that WON'T STOP.
I'm past the point of stopping now. I have to be. I can't make it any more. I'm wetting myself.
I push my hand to the left and throw the bathroom door open. It swings open, and the toilet greets me from across the room. Such a sight for sore eyes right now - finally I can...
S-stop!
S-STOP!
I can't!
My bladder's lost it - I can't hold back. I've got one hand pressing into me as best it can, but pee is being split into my palm like it's nothing. It's running through my fingers, it's running down my shorts - it's splashing against the floor, over my feet, onto the carpet! And I can't stop it!
I'm completely peeing now! There's no stopping it - my bladder is out of control and emptying itself into my hand. Into my shorts, into my hallway. Hot liquid streams down both my legs, wrapping around my thighs and my calves, wrapping around my ankles and streaming between my toes. The carpet beneath me is getting sodden and hot as I stand here, urinating into it. But I can't stop it!
No matter how hard I try!
Time for plan Z - make it to the toilet. At least I can keep the floor dry if I - I can't move.
FUCK!.
I'm putting too much effort into stopping the flow - ceaseless though it is. I stare at the toilet from my rapidly growing hot wet podium, and it almost stares back, as if to tease me.
Fuck it.
No more holding.
My hand falls from the stream beneath it, and I stop trying to hold. My hand flicks warm pee forward as it moves, and as I give up on holding my stream bursts into a spray, complete with a thunderous hiss. The shock of it almost stops me, and it certainly leaves me moaning like I'm doing something that usually involves another person. Either way, I'm sure I've woke up at least one house mate.
As the shock fades, I realise what I'm doing - and what I'm doing is peeing at full force. Into my Pjs.
I can do this. I take a deep breath - still peeing as I do - and consider my plan. I'm gonna dive forwad into the bathroom. I'm gonna throw myself into the shower, and I'm going to wet myself. I am going to quite deliberately wet myself into the shower.
I'm already wetting myself - I'm way too into this right now to stop. I can't - I've tried. I might as well wet myself somewhere that won't ruin the carpet. I don't want to get pee all over the toilet seat, and the sink is out of the question.
It's now or never. I take one more deep breath, I continue to wet myself, and I charge forward.
My feet slap on the tiled floor, throwing dribbles of pee from my soaked shorts around me as I do. I try to ignore it.
Another step forward, and another, and one more, and then I throw my body at the shower. It slams against the walls, spraying droplets of pee from my shorts onto the tiled wall - but I've finally made it somewhere safe.
I've made it. I'm wetting myself. But I've made it.
I bend over again, ass against the wall, peeing loudly into my PJs, holding onto my knees for support. My PJs glisten in the dim light, and pee pours from the leg-holes. Pee crashes down the wall behind me, pee streaks down my legs, pee pours onto the base of the shower, pee...Pee.
I take in one more deep breath and sigh. I've never felt so glad to be wetting myself. The relief finally hits me and I moan again, leaning back against the wall and closing my legs together, letting the pee run between them - it's so warm...
This feels so strange...
I've gone from trying so hard to stop, to letting it happen...
Pee's gone from feeling gross and bad, to so nice and warm...I love the feeling as it pours into my shorts - I love the heat of my damp shorts clinging to me. I love the warmth as more pee runs over my legs and pools around my bare feet. I love the warm puddle I'm standing in. I even love the look - yellow streaks down my pale legs, a yellow puddle around my feet and draining into the shower drain. I let my head fall back against the wall and sigh again, though it turns into something of a giggle.
My. God. This. Feels. So. Good!
Hahh..Hahhh...I can't believe this.
I'm wetting myself. I really am. Did I mention that?
Because I'm really, actually wetting myself.
I'm peeing my pants, I'm soiling my shorts, I'm having an accident, I'm...loving every moment.
I never knew relief could feel this good....
Haaaahhhh.....
After what must have been a solid minute, it stops. The hiss stops first, shortly followed by the tickling stream on my thighs, followed by the constant heating feeling around my ass.
The fabric begins to cool. The dripping stops, and the streaks down my legs slow down until they're just the wet streaks left behind, glistening. The puddle at my feet shrinks, and shrinks....and it's gone.
It's just me, alone, in the shower, in my wet shorts.
I giggle.
I know, it's silly, but right now I feel amazing. I pee'd so much, I had to go so bad - and now, I don'!
Isn't that amazing!?
It sure feels it...wowww....
I sigh, and I let myself slide down onto my backside. I kick a couple of shampoo bottles out the way as I slide to the floor.
The seat of my shorts is soaked and cold. The front of my shorts are the same. The floor of the shower is slightly yellowed as remnants of my accident still sit there, waiting to be rinsed away.
I look down at myself and giggle again.
I look up.
I take a deep breath.
I've gotta clean all that mess up. All the puddles downstairs, the wet carpet at the top of the stairs...the wet floor in here. And then my wet PJs too.
At least this time I didn't wet the bed.
I push my hands down on the floor and-
"Soph?"
I freeze. The light comes on.
"What are...." Tara begins, before she cuts herself off with laughter. "W-wow!"
"D-did....did you see that?"
"All of it." She answers with a smirk. "From the second you hit the top of the stairs."
"F......fuck."
"Yeah, 'fuck'." She smiles at me, carefully stepping toward me to avoid the tiny puddles across the floor. She squats down in front of me, forgetting that she's wearing a night-dress. I can see straight into her striped underwear. I can't help but glance - not in a lewd way - I just can't help it. She notices and smirks at me though. "See something you like?" She asks. I ignore her.
"You...you won't tell anyone, w-will you?" I mutter.
"Hmm...Should I tell everyone I caught you masturbating in the shower? Covered in pee?"
"W-what, I wasn't doing that!"
"Oh, you liar!" She says. "I heard you moaning - you loved every second!" She says, leaning in toward me. I can feel her breath on my chin now - she's inches away. I can't pull my head back - it's already pressed to the wall.
"I...I wasn't...I swear...."
"Sure. Sure you weren't." She says, smiling at me, and putting a hand on my thigh, just below my shorts.
"P-please don't say anything..." I ask, politely.
"Hmm..." She says, thinking. "What do I get in return?"
TO BE CONTINUED |
"Here." I say as I drop the tray onto Tara's desk. "Your tea, just like you asked."
"your tea...?" Tara says, waiting for my answer. I sigh before I answer.
"Your tea...Mistress."
"That's better Sophie!" She says, smirking and leaning back on her chair. "I could really use some tea right now."
"Come on Tara." I say, sighing again and leaning on my hip. "I've done everything you wanted for the day - can I go to bed now? It's super late."
"Hmm, it's not quite the end of the day yet..." Tara says, feigning thought and putting her hand on her chin. "I did say you'd have to be my maid for the day or..."
"Yes I know, or you tell everyone what happened." I interrupt her, frowning.
"After all." She says, getting louder. "It's not every day I catch my house-mate wett-"
"Y-Yes Tara! I know! You don't have to shout." I say quickly, cutting her off and trying my best not to blush red. She smirks at me in response.
"Hmm." Says Tara, picking up her tea cup and looking inside. "I didn't ask for milk."
I shake my head and frown at her. I know what's coming next.
"Would you kindly make me another one? No milk this time." She says, handing me the cup. I frown harder.
"Look, I'm gonna use the toilet before I do alright? I gotta go pretty-"
"Well I need that tea pretty bad." She says, cutting me off. "And I'd hate to have to tell everyone what-."
"Fine." I frown at her, taking the tea cup. "I'll get you some more tea."
"And try smiling once in a while." She says. I cast her the most sarcastic grin I can, before turning on my heels and leaving her room, muttering foul words under my breath.
Stupid Tara. Why her? Of all my house-mates, why did it have to be her? At least Angie might have kept it quiet if I asked her nicely - I've got a few bits of dirt on her that I could ply her with - or Jessica. She still owes me for helping her with that coursework.
But no. It was Tara. Who owes me nothing, and I have no dirt on, and who is apparently pure evil.
If it's not obvious, she's had me acting as her maid all day in return for not telling everyone else what happened last night. Well, I say last night, it was a few days ago, but Tara's been out for those days and she wanted to make the most of a maid, so we agreed it would be today. I say agreed - Tara threatened to tell everyone if it wasn't today. Tara's not got any plans, and neither did I. So she's spent the entire day getting me to do stupid things.
I suppose I should be happy she hasn't got me wearing a maid's dress or something - luckily for me I can at least wear my normal clothes. Grey tracksuit bottoms, my comfy white tee - which I really should have thrown out at least a year ago - and a comfy pair of fluffy socks.
I reach the kitchen with cup still in hand. I set it down on the table and set to making a new cup of tea. I really wish she'd let me use the bathroom first, I really need to be going to the toilet soon. And pouring the water into the kettle isn't helping! The pouring and the splashing...Not helpful.
I put the kettle on it's little mount and set it to boil, dropping myself backward into one of the kitchen chairs as I wait. Now I've got a few seconds to contemplate everything that led up to this.
I rest one arm over the backrest and kick one leg over the other. The other leg I mean, not the other backrest - I'm not an acrobat.
How did I manage this? I can't believe I got so paranoid...
If someone was ever in the house at night, I'd hear it. Footsteps and clunking around - not the faint noises of the neighbour's cat wandering around. I can't believe I went downstairs - I should have just gone to the toilet when I had the chance.
Next time I won't even consider noises downstairs. If there is really a burglar, he can come upstairs and find me on the toilet.
Ugh, why can't I stop thinking about using the toilet?
Oh I know. It's because I haven't been since about midday. And now it's...what time is it now?
I glance to the kitchen clock. It's about half past nine. So it's been a while.
The kettle clicks as the water reaches the boil. I wrest myself out the chair and pour the water into the cup - again the pouring is agony. I pick up the fresh cup and make my way out. I reach the doorway and stop.
This is Tara I've made tea for. She's sent me back down because she didn't ask for milk. But she always has milk.
I know what she's doing....
She wants to send me back down for milk, just to annoy me. No - I'm one step ahead of her now. I step over to the fridge and pick up a half empty bottle of milk. Milk in hand, I turn around again and make my way to the stairs.
I step back into Tara's room, with the milk hidden behind my back and the tea cup in front of me.
"Oh Sophie, you forgot to take the tray with you." She says as I walk into the room. She's sat on her legs on the table, looking at her finger nails. "I was considering calling you back up to get it!". I consider it best to ignore her.
"Your tea." I say in a flat tone. She looks up and raises and eyebrow. "M-mistress." I hiss through my teeth. She smiles a sickly smile and takes the tea out my hand.
"Huh, I think I've changed my mind." She says with a wry smirk. "I think I will have milk." The moment I've been waiting for. I cast her a sarcastic grin and produce the milk bottle from behind my back. I can see she wasn't expecting that - she raises her eye brows and recoils a little. She looks at me with a little giggle. "That's pretty clever" She admits. I pour in some milk.
"That enough?" I ask. She gives me an 'okay' sign with her hand. "Great. I'm going to the toi-"
"And leave me here on my own? Without a drinking buddy?" She asks, trying to look hurt. She just looks stupid. That's nothing new though...
I sigh and look at the milk. "You want me to drink this?" I ask, waving it a little. I can hear it splashing and it's making me need to go a bit more - but I can't show weakness in front of Tara.
"No, silly." She says. "I want you to drink tea with me!"
"Tara, I have to-"
"Hey guys!" She says, pretending to talk to people. "You'll never guess what I caught Soph doing the other day!". I choose not to interrupt her - I just glare at her. She smiles back at me though. "Go on you. Go get some tea."
I don't know who Tara learned from. Possibly Hitler. Possibly Genghis Khan. Either way, she's got that evil thing down to a tee. Luckily I didn't throw away that tea from earlier - our house spirit of laziness is paying off for once. I walk down the stairs, into the kitchen, pick up what's now my tea cup, put the milk back in the fridge, head back upstairs and into Tara's room. I take a seat on her bed.
"Hey! You just made that bed!" She says to me, spinning to me on her chair.
"Yes I know..." I mumble. "And I tidied your room, and I tidied the kitchen, and the lounge, and the hallway. All after making you lunch." I say, glaring at her.
"Actually the house does look so much better now." Tara says, dropping her evil voice and speaking like normal for once. "The others are gonna be so surprised when they get back, right?"
"Yeah, it's nice to see the house looking so neat." I say, also in my normal voice. Say what you like about what Tara's doing, the house is really neat.
"Almost a shame to let the other two back in." She says, looking at me from behind her tea cup as she takes a sip.
"Yeah, I suppose it is."
"What makes you say that?" She asks with a smirk.
"Because if they didn't have to come back." I tell her. "I wouldn't have to worry about you telling them anything." I say. She giggles.
"But then the house wouldn't be so neat."
We finish our teas slowly and in complete silence, except for her deliberate slurping. She knows it annoys me. I suppose after a day of having me around, she hasn't too much more to say. And I know I've got nothing to say to her until I'm of the hook. Also I'm concentrating quite hard on trying to hide how desperate I am for the bathroom - and the tea certainly isn't helping.
We sit in this silence for a short while, until Tara breaks it by putting down her empty tea cup.
"That was nice." She says, sitting back in her chair. She sweeps her feet off the ground and lands them on her bed, shoes and all. "I'm feeling pretty relaxed - hey Soph, can you take my shoes off?"
"What?" I ask.
"I don't want my bed getting all dirty." She says, as if it were obvious. Back to her evil tone I suppose. "Would you take my shoes off?"
I sigh and lean forward, pulling on the laces. She's double knotted them. I hate that. Why double knot your shoes? Now I've got to fiddle around with - ah sod it - I pull the shoe off by the heel and toss it to one side. I grab Tara's other leg and yank the shoe off the same way. I look up at her as if for praise.
"Now the socks." She says. I sigh again. I've been sighing a lot today. I yank her socks off one by one, then chuck them both at her. She giggles.
"Now now." She says. "don't be cheeky." I'm almost surprised that's all she does though. I was half expecting her to threaten me with something horrible.
"Anything else?"
"Hmm..." She goes, putting one hand to her chin. "Not that I can think of right now..."
"Great. I'm going to the toilet." I say, lifting myself off her bed. I barely move my leg forward when I feel something solid smack me in the bladder - Tara's foot, pushing me back down on the bed.
"Not so soon, Soph." She says with that wry grin again. "It's not even ten yet."
"Ugh." I moan. "When does this nonsense finish?" I ask her, trying not to show how much that hurt. She kicked me right in the bladder! I could've pee'd on the spot.
"You're my servant for the day, Sophie. What time does the day end?" She asks, tilting her head to one side.
"M-midnight." I mumble
"That's right." She says. "Midnight. So sit here until I need you again." She says, kicking her feet onto my lap, leaning back in her chair and looking at her phone.
I lean back on her bed, using my arms as support. It's getting quite hard to ignore my bladder now - and that tea certainly didn't help. I try to press my legs together a little, but Tara's heel is resting between the two. She looks up at me having felt me move, casting my another grin and stretching out her toes. I cast her back another sarcastic grin, which makes her giggle a little. She goes back to looking at her phone. I let myself fall back on her bed, which puts more pressure on my bladder.
"Could you move your feet?" I ask. "They're really getting quite uncomfortable." I say to her.
"Your socks look really comfy." She says in response.
"What?"
"Your socks. They look comfy." She repeats. I sit myself up.
"Yeah, I guess." I say, looking over. "Want me to get you some?"
She nods and points to my feet. "I want 'em."
"Sure, I'll get you a pair on amazon." I say.
"No, I want them now."
"These are my only pair." I say to her. She nods again. I purse my lips and look her in the eye. She's pointing at them and pulling a face that's meant to look all cute and innocent. I really hate to admit it, but she does look kinda cute. Not innocent though, I know better than that. "You want this pair? now?" I ask again. She nods once more. "I've been wearing them all day." I tell her.
"So they'll be warm?" She asks, tilting her head. I suppose there's no arguing with her. I bring my leg up and begin pulling off my sock. The pressure on my bladder shoots up and I let out a little moan in response.
"What was that, Sophie?" She asks me.
"W-what was what."
"That moan." She says, Leaning toward me in her chair, resting her head on her hand. "Does someone need the toilet?"
"Tara, I swear to god." I say, looking up from my foot as I pull my sock off completely.
"Aww, you do, don't you?"
"Yes. Now let me go, will you?"
"Socks first." She says. I flick this one at her head. I drop my leg and bring up the other, trying and failing to not moan. I start pulling down at the ankle of the sock before something warm hits me in the head. The sock from before lands in my lap.
"No, I want you to put it on." She says, pressing one foot into my chest.
"But I just took it off." I protest, barely giving her the effort of looking up.
"Put it on me, smarty!" She says, prodding me again. I roll the sock up and lazily wrap it over her foot, pulling it up to her ankle. "That is soft." She says. "I really want a pair now."
"Come on Tara." I say. "I've been wearing these all day, they're dirty!" I tell her.
"That's fine, I'm gonna shower tonight." She says. I take the other sock off and put it on her foot. She drops her feet to the floor. "These really are comfy."
"Great." I say. "Now that you've taken your feet off me, I'm gonna-"
"Come downstairs for a cup of tea?" She asks. That's not what I was going to say. "That's a great idea." She says. "Let's go and get some tea."
"Of course..." I moan. "I'm gonna put on some slippers first-"
"No time. Let's get tea."
"But the floor's so cold down there!" I moan.
"That's fine." Says Tara. "I'm wearing socks!"
The floor down here is like ice. I don't know for sure right now that it isn't. I've got my arms folded and I'm softly hopping foot to foot in a combined effort to not need to pee and to keep my feet from freezing solid.
"C-come on Tara, can't I just put a pair of slippers on? It's f-freezing down here!"
"Oh Sophie." She says, turning to me and smirking. "I don't know what you mean." She says, sliding herself forward.
"Are you not cold, Tara?" I ask, shivering. She's only wearing some light PJ shorts and a loose tee shirt - she's got to be a little chilly. Or maybe the floor's just so cold I feel like a block of ice.
"Tea will warm you up, Soph!" She says, scooting her way over to the chair by the kettle and sitting herself down in it, before kicking her feet onto the table. "The quicker you make us both tea, the quicker you can go...off the floor."
"Grand." I say, as I pick up the kettle and fill it. Again, the damn pouring is almost enough to kill me. It's almost too much...it's too much. I let my free hand land between my legs now - there's no use hiding that I need to go any more. Tara already knows it fully well.
"Looks like you really do need to pee, Soph." She says, watching me bob up and down at the sink. The second the kettle's full enough for two cups I pull it away from the stream and kill the tap.
"That might be why I've been trying to go for the past hour. It's already Half past ten and I've still not been."
"Gee, when did you last go?" Tara asks me, with a mix of mocking and actual interest. "I don't remember you going today - and you've been with me for all of it."
"Well, you did wake up at like one in the afternoon today." I remind her. "I got to go before then."
"You should have said something!" Tara says with another grin. "That's some pretty important information, Soph." She adds. I don't bother with a response. She waits for a moment, but I don't even glance at her as I begin pouring water into the cups.
The. Damn. Pouring.
As I pour the cups my bladder begs me to let go. It's torture hearing all this water pouring, and knowing I'm about to take it in. It's agony, knowing that I could go to the toilet, but Tara is holding me back. If I go now, before she lets me, she's gonna tell everyone I wet myself the other day. It's just two more hours anyway - well, just under that. I can hold it. But man, is it gonna be close.
"Tea." I say, as I put the cups on the table in front of her. I take a seat on a chair opposite Tara and take a sip of my tea.
"Oh, Sophie." She says, standing out her chair. She walks over to the fridge and gets out the milk. "Look what you forgot."
"Oh....whatever." I say, jiggling my legs and trying to concentrate my way through these next ninety minutes. She picks up the milk bottle, holds it at a height, and begins pouring.
Very. Slowly.
"T-tara..." I moan, staring as the milk gently splashes into her teacup. "S-stop..."
"Why, Soph?" She asks. "Is something wrong?"
"I...."
"What?"
"I have to pee really badly." I admit, blushing and looking away from her.
"Do you now...?" She says, not paying attention, pouring the milk slightly slower. She tips the milk jug back and the pouring stops. I look up at her again. She's staring into her tea with her eyes half closed. "Want some milk?" She asks. Honestly I do, but I really don't want the pouring again...
"N-no." I tell her. She looks up at me.
"You liar." She says with a smile, before pouring milk into my tea.
I can't look away as the stream slowly trickles out the bottle and into my tea, splashing and sending drops of tea into the air for a second, before they splash down back in the tea or on the table. It's painful to watch. My bladder is begging for some sort of relief, and right now it's getting the total opposite. I can almost predict a similar stream coming out of myself tonight...
G-god, will she ever stop pouring?
"T-that's enough milk, Tara." I say, putting one hand on the bottle to stop it. She smirks at me.
"Come on now, drink up." She says, raising her glass to me.
The next ten minutes are pure agony. Swallowing a mouthful of tea while my bladder is so full is some sort of torture, but Tara's practically forcing me to. She's not touching me of course, but I can't have her telling everyone what she caught me doing. So for now, I just have to shut up and put up.
But I can't.
Oh god I have to go.
I'm sitting here, jiggling my legs and leaning back and forth while Tara pretends not to notice.
I've half a mind to pull my track bottoms down and just go on the floor...but I know she'd make me mop it up. And probably tell everyone too.
I have to go soooo bad...
"everything alright, Soph?" She asks, as if she doesn't know.
"N-no." I say.
"You should sit still." She says. "Moving actually makes you need to pee more." She adds, before taking another sip of tea.
I try to sit still.
"See? Isn't that better?"
"N-no!" I say. Jiggling harder than before.
"Tough. Try sitting still."
"What?"
"Sit still. And drink your tea, you've hardly touched it."
"...Fine." I say. I pick up the cup and look into it. My bladder screams no. It's begging me not to drink it...but I guess I have to. I take another sip.
No sooner has the tea touched my lips than my bladder practically goes into spasm - I almost drop the cup as I send my hand between my legs - just in time to catch a tiny spurt. I feel my face go bright red. Tara looks up and grins.
"Something wrong?" She asks. I don't answer. I sit completely still, with my hand against myself so tightly it threatens to crush me.
"Hmm. I should probably let you go soon, huh?" Tara asks, taking another sip. "otherwise I'm gonna have to add cleaning to the list of things you need to do today."
"P-please..." I mumble. I blush at myself saying this - I can't believe Tara's reduced me to practically begging her right now.
Tara sighs. "Alright." She says. "Finish your tea, then rinse out the cups. Then you're free."
I've never drunk so fast as I had the second she said that - it hit my bladder like a brick, but the thought of finally being able to go makes it all worth it. I feel another tiny warm few drips hit my thighs as I stand up, almost sending the chair over backwards.
"I'm gonna go to bed then, Soph." Tara says with a smirk as I take the cups off the table. "But you've held your end of the deal. I'll keep quiet, okay?"
I barely have time to answer as I throw on the hot tap and grab the soap, so I cast her a backwards thumbs-up.
"Night." She says once more, and I hear her go upstairs.
Time to wash.
I thrust the first cup under the running warm water. The touch of water sends my bladder mad again, and I can feel dribbles coming out into my track bottoms as I run the sponge over the cup, wiping it clean. I'm quivering and moaning slightly, too busy to really pay attention to my bladder situation, but I know I can feel a thin wet stripe down the left leg. By the time I've got the second cup under the water I can feel a drip or two make their ways down my feet. With the cups rinsed, I slam them onto the drying rack and charge upstairs.
Each step squishes out another tiny spurt from me. I can feel the heat grow as I get closer to the top - by halfway I can feel a wet patch the size of a tennis ball. I reach the top and my bladder almost gives way totally.
I've made it! This is it!
I take one glance at my pants to see the damage. As I thought there would be - there's a thin dark streak running down the inside of my left leg, though the tennis-ball sized patch is smaller than it feels. But it doesn't matter - I've made it. I just have to open the door and then-
"Hey - I'm having a shower."
What.
Damn it Tara! You said I could - Hng!
Oh god! It's too late. I know it. I can't hold it anymore.
I've felt relief as I've been leaking, and my body begs for more. I can hear the shower running in the bathroom, I can feel the now-cooling patches on my pants...I can....I can't....
F-fuck.
I can't hold it a second longer. It's all too much for me. I thought I'd made it!
I lean against the bathroom door and the floodgates burst.
Pee streams out of me like never before. It hisses like an angry animal as it jets out of my body and into the fabric of my pants. It splashes around my legs, coating my skin as it pours down. I can barely watch as the tiny dark streak rapidly expands into a huge black stain going half the width of my leg. It blooms and grows around my crotch, meanwhile pee falls from the fabric of my joggers like some tiny yellow waterfall, hitting the carpet with a deafening, constant crash. The carpet beneath me wells up as it's soaked, growing hot and wet around my feet rapidly. Within about ten seconds, the puddle is already the size of pillow, and it's still growing. Notice I said puddle - pee is falling out of me so quickly the carpet's not had the time to soak it in, and so there's a thin layer of liquid sitting on top, splashing as more is poured into it.
Again, I catch myself moaning - loudly. I hadn't noticed it first, but I realised that the 'Uhhhh!' was coming from my own mouth, as an entire ocean came out of me somewhere else. As pee continues to just flood down my legs, I slowly become aware of my surroundings once again, including the calls from inside the bathroom.
"Soph? Soph? Are you okay?" I hear Tara ask. Quite frankly, I've never felt better than I do right now. The relief hits like a train, and I slump to the ground, soaking my backside in still-hot piss. I lean against the side of the door frame as I give up any last hopes of not completely soaking myself again, instead opting to just let everything flow out of me...
My word this feels good.
"Soph?" I hear Tara's voice again, as the door swings open and I nearly fall backwards. "Soph, did you - Oh..."
"oh...." I repeat, though it's more a quiet vocalization of a mix of relief and shock than it is anything else.
"Couldn't hold it?" She says. I let myself fall back as my bladder finishes emptying itself into my pants.
"You.....you're not even undressed yet." I mumble, staring up at her. I can see straight up her shorts. She's wearing pink underwear.
"And I'm not going to shower, either." She says. She's even turned it off. She steps over my arm, and a muffled 'squish' in the near distance tells me she's stepped on the carpet. "Your socks are wet, by the way." She says. She reaches the dry end of the hallway, before taking off my socks and tossing them onto my lap.
"I hate you so much." I moan. The heat is beginning to fade, but the sheer relief is not, and I'm forcing myself to not giggle.
"Oh, don't worry Soph. I won't tell anyone about this." She says, in a voice I suspect is meant to sound forgiving. From my warm seat I give her the two-finger salute. She chuckles. "Night Soph."
I hear her walk away and her door closes behind her. I let my raised arm splash back down on the carpet, which is already quite chilly.
I'll get her back for this. You count my words. |
Hi guys, I know I haven't posted much recently, I've had a lot going on, and a serious case of writers block. I have about 5 stories all half finished. I finished this one a few years ago, but have never posted it for fear that it may reference people and websites that are real. If this isn't allowed, please remove it. My inspiration was a fantasy about a certain pee site, trying to have a day of filming and paying good money for real desperation. It is nothing more than a fantasy. I appreciate that it mentions the site, and I am not for 1 second intimating this is how they operate. I am sure they are a very professional outfit who treat the girls with nothing other than 100% respect. From a fantasy standpoint though, where's the fun in that! I would love your feedback.
The instructions she had been given were very clear! But she did not like them!
"You will be picked up, at 9 AM. You must not have pee'd by then, it is vital that you forgo your morning pee. On top of this, you must have drunk a MINIMUM of 2 litres of water by the time of your arrival, and you must have taken this pill at least 30 minutes prior to you quoted pick up time"
Laura glanced at the packet in her hand. "Super diuretic tablet", it read. "To stimulate the desire to urinate". "Fuck" muttered Laura to no-one in particular, going back to the instruction card.
"Any failure to adhere to these rules may result in a reduction of fees, or no fee being paid whatsover. You will be required to shoot 5 scenes throughout the day, a theme of which will be desperation. It is absolutely vital that you begin the day full, as the light will fade before we can complete the shoot if this is not the case. We at sneaky appreciate that this will be uncomfortable, but this discomfort is reflected in the fees that we pay! All quoted fees are subject to performance. See you soon, Sneaky"
It was mid November and Laura was in dire need of money. Christmas was just around the corner, and she had lost her job after the credit crunch squeezed her tight. She was struggling to pay her rent each week, let alone think about Christmas presents. She had always thought herself quite good looking and liberated, and had applied to a couple of modelling agencies, but they were feeling the pinch too, and were only looking for new teenage models, and at 24 that put her out of luck. She was desperate for money and a search on the internet uncovered a site called sneakypee. It basically showed women , who needed a pee, squatting down in public, showing their full desperate pee streams. Laura was a bit taken aback at first. Why would anyone pay to watch women wee? But, the more she thought about it, the easier it seemed. She had only pee'd outside once, at Glastonbury about 3 years ago. She had been so desperate that day, and the queues for the portaloo were so long, that she squatted behind a bush. It didn't turn her on, it was done out of necessity, but it was easy! The fees on offer too were outstanding. £150 lump sum for a days shoot, plus £100 for every shoot that made it to the website (Which was pretty much all of them, the only reason they didn't make it was if a girl couldn't go, didn't produce a long enough stream, or was caught in the act causing an aborted shoot). On top of this, there was a £250 a shoot bonus for any shoot that was included on a dvd (Usually the ones which looked real and showed the most genuine desperation) and £1000 bonus for the website users shoot of the month! Basically, if you were the most desperate girl that month, producing some epic fotage, for one days work, you could stand to earn up to £2900. That was money that could change her life, and she wasted no time in signing up!
She had woken up late that morning getting out of bed at 8:10, and had run straight to the bathroom for her morning pee. This had been a ritual she had followed for as long as she could remember. She always needed to go after a full nights sleep, and some mornings she had to run for fear of leaking. This morning though, as she had run to the bathroom, she had remembered the instruction card, and not peed. Her bladder sent signals as she stood and washed herself down, and brushed her teeth! It was like it didn't understand what she was doing to it, and it wanted to release. She gave herself a little squeeze though, as she got dressed, and dashed downstairs. It was now 8:25 as she measured out her first litre of water! God it was so much and she really struggled to drink it all. As she measured out her second litre, she remembered the tablet, and had re read the instruction card! She didn't want to do anything to risk her payday, but she was so full already, she was going to be totally desperate when they arrived, even without the diuretic! Then she thought more about it, and thought, well, I suppose my first shoot won't be long after they pick me up, and the most desperate girl could win a grand, I'll be OK! With that she downed the tablet, and started on her next litre of water!
By the time 9 o'clock rolled around she was virtually climbing the walls. Her bladder was bulging and aching, sending pangs of desperation. She had never felt such pressure before. Her left hand was working furiously between her legs when she heard a car horn outside her house. "Thank fuck" she muttered, "lets get this show on the road", and she hobbled outside, knowing her bladder would be releived soon! The scene that greeted her though made her almost cry out loud. The car that was picking her up was a people carrier, there was a male driver, and an older woman in the passenger seat, she guessed these were the producers, but in the back there were already 4 women, and each of them looked in need of a ladies room!
She pulled open the door to the people carrier, her left hand still buried deep into her vulva, working at her desperate, quivering pee hole. She was so desperate, and couldn't quite beleive the effect the diuretic had had on her. She had gone from a low, dull ache after skipping her morning pee, to burning, desperate, urgent need to pee in under half an hour. As she stepped into the people carrier, she was greeted with a scene which could only be described as chaos. There were already 4 girls in the vehicle, and they were very obviously, very desperate to pee! As she sat down on the last available seat, she sighed with the temporary relief it afforded her frantic pussy, before the girl behind her shouted out, "Please, oh god please, she has to be the last one, I can't hold on for much longer, we need to start this shoot soon, or there will be a puddle in this car, pleeeeeeasssse, I need to wee"
"OK Girls" said the woman in the passenger seat, ignoring the desperate plea, and the obvious desperation form each of the girls in the car. "I am pleased to see that you have all followed the instructions carefully. You may feel like you are desperate to pee now, but the human bladder is a very flexible organ, and you can always hold it in for a lot longer than you think. So, we're going to do some quick introductions before we drive to our first location, and one of you will get their first relief. Its going to be a long day for you girls, and I won't lie its going to be hard. Your going to hurt like you never thought possible, and you'll surprise yourselves with what you can endure, but then thats why we pay such high premiums. You will be full all day, I have plenty of diuretic pills, and plenty of water, you'll not be empty for long, but rest assured the better the desperation the more we pay! A quick word of warning though, I will not tolerate urine on the upholstery, and accidents will result in penalties, so it is imperitve that you hold on!"
"Oh shit" cried the girl who had made the earlier fuss, "oh god please, you don't understand, I am so so full, I'm in agony here, I have to pee in like the next minute or I will have an accident, this is crazy" OK Mark, she said to the driver, this little piss whore in the back is making a fuss, lets get to our first location, and with that he started the engine and set off. Laura was in agony now, and had instinctively buried her hand into her crotch. Anyone could see the other 4 girls were as desperate as her, but did this mean she had to wait for them to go first, oh, she didn't know if she could! She was so bursting!
A strange silence descended over the car as it drove, save for the odd gasp, of frantic yelp, or agonised cry of "oh god, oh please hurry" or "I need a wee". It drove for about 5 minutes before pulling into the side of the road. "OK ladies" said the woman, the location for our first shoot is just up here, "out you hop" She got out and opened the door to the people carrier. "OK all 5 of you are involved in this shoot, but not in the way some of you may think." As she spoke the driver got out and started to film as the 5 girls got out of the car. The scene must have looked insane as 4 desperate girls openly held themselves and pee danced furiously. "2 of you will get to pee at this location, the other 3 will act as lookouts".
"Oh SHIT" yelped the openly desperate girl who had been making such a fuss in the car. "It has to be me first, it literally has to, I'm going to piss myself in the next 5 seconds" Pandora smirked at her as she said, "This is the scenario, Jess and Clare will be peeing here, and "NOOOOO", wailed the other girl, over the top of her, "NO, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS, I'm not kidding here, this is a full blown emergency, you have to change the order and let me pee here, I can't wait"
Laura knew exactly how she felt, but just bit her lip and started a frantic pee pee dance. Pandora turned and shot her the most hateful glare I have ever seen. "LOOK" she snarled "you are here through choice, and we are paying good money, very good money infact, for you to do as instructed. This is a fetish video, and you knew what you were getting yourself into. You can wait, and you will wait, and if I hear another peep out of you will go last. If your not happy with that you can leave now, go and piss your panties or something and fuck of home like a pathetic loser, receiving no money, and ruining the day for these other girls! If you want to earn your money, then shut your mouth and cross your legs! The theme is desperation, and that is what you will provide us, now hold on tight and wait until I say you can pee!"
"I....I'm sorry" she stammered, pressing her hand into her crotch, "but I'm really, really desperate, I don't mean to make such a fuss, but I don't know how much longer I can wait". "Good" snapped Pandora, "don't you think every one of these girls feels the same way. You've each taken an very, very strong diuretic, and drank a lot of liquid, you are all desperate, but you must wait. Why do you think we pay so much money, now I'm sorry, but as I said, at this location Jess and Clare will be peeing, the other 3 of you will act as look outs."
"OK, this is the scene girls, Jess, your going to stagger over to that portaloo over there, acting as desperate as possible, when you arive you will notice an out of order sign on the door of the ladies, and will frantically run to the gents, you will beg Clare to keep a lookout for you while you use it, as it is only a urinal style loo and there is no lock. You will go in and hoik up your skirt, pushing your sweaty little pussy over the urinal, and letting rip with a gusher, after 20 seconds Clare, you will burst in on her declaring that someone is coming and she has to stop, Jess, you will immediately clamp of your flow and reposition your panties, Clare, now acting utterly desperate will run into the woods and find a tree to squat behind, fully emptying your frantic bladder, do you all understand. "oooh yessss, wailed Jess, now fully aware that she was to be the first girl to find relief, come on, lets start."
"OK you 3" said Pandora, "get yourselves spread out and in position, if anyone comes then you need to alert our attention so we can abort the shoot" She directed the 3 lookouts where to stand and as they staggered off to there spots she said "OK, action" Jess needed no second bidding and immediately set off to the portaloo, accompanied by Clare.
"oooh god, I need a wee" she said, as the cameras focused closely on her desperate pouting face, this wasn't an acting roll for her, although she had not been as vocal as some of the other girls, she had been the first to be picked up , and she was going frantic with need, "oh god, shit" she said again, if I don't get to a toilet in the next minute I'm going to wet my knickers, it really is that bad" "oooooh me too" responded Clare, I'm literally bursting here, Come on Jess, the loo is just there" "Oh fuck, oh god, hurry" wailed Jess, droppiong her hand to her crotch as she rounded the corner, to be confronted by the out of order sign on the ladies room door. She thudded into it, to find it wouldn't budge, and immediately strted a very exaggerate pee dance, "Oh Clare, oh god Clare help me, what am I going to do, I need a wee so badly, I can't hold it in, I'm going to wee myself" "Look, Jess, come on, the mens room is open, we'll have to use that" said Clare, her own hand now working furiously beneah her skirt "Oh shit, yes, come on Clare, its a real emergency, I absolutely have to pee" stammered Jess, staggering over to the door marked 'gentlemen'. She pushed it, and to her sheer delight it opened, "oh thank god she cried, "oh I need to pee now".
"Oh no" said Clare as they both entered the dingy mens room. There was no cubicle, and only 1 filthy urinal. "What are we going to do" asked Clare" "Oh shit, its coming out, keep a lookout, she wailed, as Jess moved into the doorway of the awful mens room, and Clare started to pull aside her panties. There was no need for acting now as her pussy throbbed, she tried frantically to manouver herself over the urinal, when a frantic spurt escaped, followed by another, then a blast erupted from her, as she allowed herself to relax. The relief was intense, her whole body tingled as her pee came flooding out of her, when Jess ran in and shouted, "Clare, quick, someones coming" "FUCK, shouted Clare, not even slightly acting now, as she desperately tried to clamp herself shut. Her bladder ached, as she desperately fought to get control of herself. "Quick Clare" repeated jess from the door. Clare was in agony as she managed to stem the desperate tide, and snap her thin, damp, panties back into place over her only partially relieved pussy, and she staggered out, to be greeted by the sight of jess doing her own frantic dance. She was shocked to see that there actually was a man approaching them, but Jess wasn't concerned by this now, as she stammered, "qu..quick Clare, o-o-over here, and started a frantic hobbled dash towards the tree line round the edge of the park. Clare followed, her hand pressed firmly into her crotch, as Jess pulled ahead, as soon as she reached the tree line, she turned quickly to ace her, pouting in sheer frantic, desperation. "Keep a lookout Clare, I can't wait" she said, as she quickly pulled down her leggins and knickers, dropping into a squat. before her knickers were even fully clear a thick, gushing stream of pee erupted from her. Jess threw her head back, in sheer ecstasy, her face a picture of pure relief, as her stream hissed noisilly from her cunt, splashing against the ground. "Ohhh yesssssss, she moaned, oh god I needed this, I couldn't wait" Her stream gushed from her for a full minute and a half before she was empty, and she staggered to her feet, yanking up her knickers and leggings, with a visible wet spot on the crotch, where she had briefly lost it in her desperate scramble. He kneees quivered, her relief had felt so good. "Can I finish off here" asked Clare, her hand, once again buried in her crotch, but she was interrupted by Pandora yelling "CUT" "back to the bus now girls"
The scene back at the bus was chaos. The 3 girls who hadn't found relief at the first shoot were climbing the walls in sheer and utter desperation. The desperate girl who had made such a scene earlier, burst into tears as they were told to get back into the people carrier. "please, she begged, is there no way you can do my shoot here too, I don't think I can hold it anymore, I have never been so desperate to pee in my life. "oh god, me too chimed the other girl. How long do you think it will be until you let us pee?" "You knew the score when you signed up" snapped Pandora. "You are working for a day, and your work is pee desperation. What we provide our customers is authentic desperation and truly desperate pee streams. No acting, no bullshit, and they pay top money for that. In turn we pay you girls top money. You won't find better pay for any other porn work, and nowhere near as much for basic modelling. We advertised clearly that we were a desperation fetish site. You 5 girls will be desperate to pee all day, but that is why you are here. Now follow the instructions I give you, or get out now. Any complaints??" Laura bit her lip. Her need to pee more intense than she had ever experienced, she pressed her fingers into her crotch and bit her lip. The other 2 also silently complied, but there was no doubting they were all desperate for a pee.
As the car pulled out and set off to its next location Pandora spoke. OK ladies, our next shoot is a risky one. Its a very public loacation. We had planned that Sarah was to find her relief here, but her constant whining is doing my head in, so she can wait a bit longer. Natalie, you will be peeing next. "Oh thank god" gasped the girl sat next to me, but Sarah went crazy again. "stop the car, I mean it stop this car now or I swear I'll piss myself" she screamed "you can't torture us like this" her legs scissored wildly as her fingers worked furiously against the crotch of her white leggings. "oh for christs sake" said Pandora angrilly, here we go again. "I don't care" crried Sarah, I'm sorry, I'm literally about to piss myself, I've never felt this desperate before in all of my life, I don't even care about the money, just please let me me pee, anywhere, NOWWWWWWWWW, I can't wait".
"For fucks sake" snapped Pandora back at her. "OK, I can offer you an emergency pitstop"
"Pleeeeaaaasssseeee", wailed sarah, both her hands now buried inside her panties, "I cannn'ttt wait".
"Not so fast, if it were up to me I'd kick you out and let you piss your pathetic panties and leave you to walk home humiliated. Unfortunately, I have a website to think about, and you are certainly desperate, so it is a shame to waste it" "An emergency pitstop is exactly that. We stop for you to have an emergency, unscripted pee. We film it, but you receive no fee. You then continue with the day as scheduled, but you will take 2 diuretic pills immediately after you finish your emergency pee. Do you agree to these conditions"
"Oh goddddd", she cried, visibly shaking, "please, anything, I'll agree to anything, just stop the car pleasssse". She whimpered aloud as she said this, and a very short sharp hiss could be heard. "ohhh goodddddd pleassseeeee" she cried again, "I'm going to wee my knickers".
"Don't you dare pee in this car, or you will be paying us a £200 soiling fee. You are getting your emergency pee, just hold on a few more seconds" as Pandora spoke, the car pulled up at the side of the road. "Oh, thank god, yes, please, oh god oh, a pee, I must", stammered Sarah as she moved to get out.
"Hold it" shouted Pandora, wait for my camera man. So Sarah again tried to compose herself as the driver moved, agonisingly slowly, out of the drivers seat, and round ready to film. "OK, Sarah, emergency pee is underway, totally unscripted, but try and find some cover, don't just piss next to a busy road" GO
Sarah quickly pushed open the car door and scanned the area desperately, oooooh shittttttt she wailed as she staggerred towards a shrubbery which would offer only token cover! her hands worked furiously against her crotch as she hobbled on, virtually bent double. "Oh no" she cried, about 4 paces from her intended relief, "oh no, I can't hold it". Again a loud hiss could be heard, this time accompanied with a darkening wet patch as her leggings quickly turned transparent. "FUCK", she cried, like a woman possessed as she tore down her leggings. "fuck, fuck fuck", she swore, as her bladder gave way, she was already peeing full force into her panties as she dropped into a squat and ripped asside her gusset. "Oh, ahhhhhhhh, of yessss, oh god thankyou, oh a peeee, it feels soooo good!" she gasped as she thrust her hips forwards and relaxed!!! Pee was gushing from her at a terrific force, splattering loudly against the pavement, in a seemingly never ending deluge. "Oh it feels so good, I swear I've never needed to pee as badly as I did then, oh I wet myself a bit, but I was so bursting, look how much pee was in me, oh god it feels good". For a full minute she pissed at full force onto the ground, moaning and gasping with relief, before finally snapping her sodden knickers back into place and pulling up her wet leggings. She walked back to the people carrier, lightheaded with relief.
Back in the car, Laura and Natalie were out of their mind with desperation. Natalie had been told that she could pee next, but instead she'd had to sit and watch as Sarah found her relief in desperate, explosive style! Laura had her hands in her croth, rocking back and forth, whimpering, her mind not focussing on anything than the extreme distress her pussy was feeling. Back outside, Sarahs momentous piss was trailing off. She had gone weak at the knees, as she struggled to regain her composure. Her desperation had been so intense, but it had almost been worth it for the relief she now felt. No man had ever made her feel this good, and she strained to push out every last drop.. As she replaced her panties, she realised they were pretty wet between the legs, where she had obviously lost control in her desperate scramble. She sheepishly returned to the car, where the 2 girls in the back were obviously still seriously desperate. "I'm so sorry girls" she started, "I just had to go, I was literally bursting, I never even thought it was possible to need a wee that bad, oh god it hurt, and oh, well, oh god, it felt good to let it out, it was literally either that or wet my knickers."
"Never mind that" snapped Pandora. "You might have had your 'emergency pee', and I hope it felt good, because it tortured these two poor girls, and you will be punished for that. Now, take these" she turned and handed Sarah, not 1, not 2, but 3 of the super strength diuretic pills and a litre bottle of water.
"oh no" she pleaded, "you can't be serious. I only took one of those pills this morning and look what happened, I can't take 3 more."
"Oh yes you can" snapped Pandora, "you'll take them and drink the water now, or You'll get 4 and a quart of water to drink" Slowly, Sarah took one of the pills, and started to sip on the water, as the car began to drive away again.
"OK girls" said Pandora, addressing Natalie and Laura, "I imagine you are getting pretty desperate now?"
"Oh yes, oh shit yes" whimpered Natalie, "I've never been so desperate in all my life" Laura meanwhile couldn't even talk, she was shakingwith the effort of holding now, as she just gasped "Please, oh please, wee, oooooh, no, i , err, i need a weeee" "haha, yeah, thats what i thought" smirked Pandora. "Not long now girls, just clench yourselves closed another couple of minutes and we'll be on location for you to have a glorious pee" Again the car set of on its torturous journey. Laura was beside herself, she couldn't sit still for a second, and had her hands working in her crotch. She had squatted and peed behind a tree at a festival once, about 3 years ago, and had thought that was a desperate as it was possible to be. She had been at the end of her thether that day, and squatting in public was truly her last resort, but she had passed that level of desperation about 20 minutes ago. Had she been anywhere else she would have given in long ago, but she was willing herself to hold on now. Tears were falling down her face as she whimpered aloud. Oh god she was desperate to pee, she was worried she was actually going to damage herself. She finally spoke up for the first time, "err, p-p-please, err, please, how long is it going to be, I don't know how much longer I can hold on". The older woman turned, and looked her up and down. She was a mess, frantically kneading her pussy, and scissoring her legs, tears streaming down her face. She was clearly suffing the most severe desperation. "Not long now love" came the reply. "Just keep on holding on, your doing brilliantly, I know it hurts, but it'll be worth it. You could produce somehing quite epic!" and again, the car set off, agonizingly on its way!
It was only 5 minutes to the next location, but, it could have been 5 hours for poor Natalie and laura. They were both in absolute agony. Every second that passed caused them more pain. Laura was out of it, she had no idea where she was, she barely knew if she was weeing or not. Her whole existence focusssed on keeping her pee hole clenched tightly shut, but it was hurting her to do it. Her vision was blurred as sshe looked to Natalie, whos predicament seemed to be equally bad. It had been over an hour since they had been picked up, and she was at the end of her tether then! Finally the car stopped. "OK girls" said the woman, turning to look at the 2 most desperate young girls she had ever seen in her life, we were going to do 2 locations, but as you are aware, if you lose it and have an accident there will be no payments. You are both bursting, so there is no point wasting that, so you will both pee here. This is important though, you must pee one at a time, so we can make 2 seperate videos from it. "OH, can we go now, quick, please" stammered Natalie, her hands kneeding furiously in her crotch. Laura was shaking, almost like she was having a fit, barely taking in anything. "OK, off you go girls, there is no script here, but there is just the 2 of you, 1 pee at a time, and the other stands guard. Don't forget an aborted shoot means no payment, so if you are caught in the act, break down and wet yourself, or both have to go at the same time, the shoot would be aborted, and no payment would be offered, and that would be a shame when you are as desperate as you 2 girls clearly are.
"OK" stammered Natalie, "come on, I'm sorry, but I have to go first" she started off towards a wall, her walk was one of sheer desperation, she couln't stand up straight, both her hands worked in her crotch, and she was shaking, "ooooooh, a pee, a pee, oh god I need a pee, please, come on, just a few more seconds" she was repeating to herself. Laura staggered after her, looking just as desperate. "No, no, no, please no, I have to go first, please" she wailed. "NO WAY" Screeched Natalie, like a woman possessed, there is absolutley no way you can go first, I swear, if I don't wee in the next 30 seconds my bladder will actually pop, oh god, oh god, oh god, shit, ooooh, I neeeeeed a weeeeee". She wailed, as she finally reached a tree, which would be more than enough token cover in her desperate state. "Oh nooo", she yelped, as she desperately faught with her clothes to try and pull them from her desperate body, Oh shit no, just a few more seconds. Both girls were frantic, but suddenly, Natalie yelped, "oh fuck, no" an audible hiss could be heard as she pulled down her trousers and knickers, and dropped to a squat where she stood. Her bladder had completely given way, and her pent up pee was flooding out of her at a tremendous force. Her whole body was phsyically shaking. "oh shit, fuck, nooo, ahhh yesss, oh god, yesss, ooooooh a peeeee, oh god, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" she stammered, as sheer ecstacy overtook her tortured body. "oh godd, ahhhhh, ohhh, fuck, oh god it feels good, oh I needed this," she wailed as what felt like gallons of pee finally escaped their torturous prison. Laura was racked with pain, "gotta hold it, hold it, oh no, just a few more seconds" she stammered as she stood just metres away from Natalie having the most glorious pee of her life. Her body shook, as she was almost convulsing in pain. "HOLD ON GIRL" whispered Pandora into Lauras ear, but a small trickle started to escape her tightly clenched lips.
"No, no, no, no, no" cried Laura, Natalies piss splashing out loudly, "PLEASE, please, its coming out" "just a few more seconds" said pandora, as Natalie peed on and on and on. "I cant, I can't" stammered Laura, wildry scissoring her legs, pressing hard into her crutch, it needs to come out. She was openly crying, tears flowing down her face. she was shaking, involunterilly. Natalie's pee gushed on and on, she had never felt such relief, as Laura lost another, much more serious squirt into her panties. "I'm peeing myself, please, please, I have to go NOW" she shouted, staring at Pandora, desperatley waiting for permission to pee, I'm weeing myself. "OK, said Pandora, she had never seen such intense desperation, and her camera was now trained solely on Laura, "OK babe, you can go."
Laura needed no second bidding, as soon as she pulled her hands away from her crotch she was leaking again, as she fought with her waistband. She was pulling and tugging at her leggings and knickers, as they came down in a wet knotted tangle, as soon as they edged away her bum, her bladder gave out, and she exploded with the most incredible stream of pee. It blasted her panty crotch, before she finally dropped into a squat. her legs shook, as her pee cascaded out of her with a tremendous force. "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" she cried, She had never felt so good in her entire life. her whole body convulsed as she went light headed with relief. She completely forgot where she was, shaking in agony and ecstasy as her pussy could finally relax and gallons and gallons of pee flooded from their overworked prison. "oooooooohhh godddddddd she gasped, in relief, tears flowing from her eyes, ooooooh I needed this, oh it feels so good" Her legs shook, and her pussy quivered madly, as more and more pee flooded out of her frantic pussy. Her clit tingled, and her overwhelming relief threatened to turn into a huge orgasm.. "oh goddd, this feels soooo good" she moaned as her stream finally slowed. She had peed for a full 2 minutes, and the puddle on the floor was absolutely incredulous. She pulled up her, now soaking wet, panties, and tried to stand, now uneasy on her feet, her legs now weak. Tears still streamed from her as she slowly pulled up her leggings, showing a huge wet patch accross her bum, where she had lost all control in the final few moments. She had never felt so happy in her life, never even imagined that something as mundane as peeing could feel so good.
"CUT" shouted Pandora. "WOW girls, look at you, that was a proper desperate pee eh, thats what we pay the big bucks for, come on now, back to the car"
"She isn't kidding is she", whispered Natalie, as they turned to head back to the car, "Oh my god, I never even thought it was possible to need a wee that badly! I thought I was going to die it hurt so bad, but oh god, the relief when it came out of me, it was almost worth all the suffering, almost". Laura, was still in a daze "mmmm" she whimpered, "I hurt so much, I think I might have damaged myself, I never want to feel that desperate again!"
As they arrived back at the car, the other 3 girls were already looking like they needed to pee again. Pandora looked Laura up and down, and reached into the boot, handing her a pair of white cotton panties, and, what lloked like a school skirt. "Here you go" she said, "You're not getting in my car like that, you're soaked, change into these" Laura was horrified, to once again be taking down her panties in public, but as the cold air hit her pussy it felt so good and so naughty, and besides, these girls had seen everything she had now anyway! She pulled on her new skirt and panties, and clambered into the back of the car.
"OK girls" started Pandora, "Congratulations on your first round of shoots. We will be filming 2 more shoots with each of you today, but I am happy with what we have got so far. You all probably thought you experienced the ultimate in desperation this morning, but you are only 2 hours into the day, and it will get a whole lot worse for you. I imaginemost of you are feeling the need to go again already, but we are going to sit in this car and fill your bladders for the next 90 minutes before continuing, this was just the start. Clare" she said, facing the first girl "I am happy with your performance, and am aware that we stopped you mid stream, but you did well, and haven't annoyed me by moaning and whining all day, I'm sure your desperate now, but here is a litre of water, and another diuretic, please drink it quickly, Jess, you also performed well, and can have exactly the same. Now, Sarah, you pathetic bitch." Sarah whimpered, her earlier 3 diuretics were already working overtime, "you are the only girl here to have earned no fee yet, your unscripted pee spoilt our running order, tortured these 2 girls, and you still pissed in your knickers before you performed, absolutely pathetic, here is another 2 litres of water to add to your discomfort, and a can of coke too, I always find it goes right through me. I have some serious plans for you, there is always one pathetic girl on these shoots! Now, Natalie and Laura. You both produced shows of real desperation. Natalie, you just need to take one of these, she said, handing over 1 diuretic, and a single bottle of water. Laura though, I know you have produced extreme desperation, but you did cut over Natalies shoot, meaning I can only use that as a single shoot, and you also wet yourself quite considerably, I'm afraid, for that, you need to be punished" "oh, no" whimpered Laura, her tummy still aching from its previous torment, "no, please, I held it as long as you told me to, I was in agony" "Here you go" said Pandora, completely ignoring her pleas, she handed her 2 of the diuretic pills, and a litre and a half of water.
All 5 girls were now concerned about the rest of the days filming, and were all seriously miserable. Clare was sat in agony, the only girl who had not managed to void her full bladder, being forced to stop mid-flow, and Sarah, who was having the worst day of her life, was, again, feeling an urgent need to pee! She had wet herself, and had bbeen the only girl to not hang on as instructed, as a punishment for that she had now been forced to drink 3 litres of water, a can of coke, and take 3 super strength diuretics. She was in for some serious agony!the other 3 girls were all quite relaxed at the moment, still revelling in the relief they had felt from being so desperate.
The car set off on its way again...…. |
I promised male-male, and here it is! This is one of at least a half-dozen story ideas that I came up with over the past few weeks. I had another one that I was *sure* I was going to write next, but then literally yesterday, I saw the word "woodcarver," and here we are. (Note to self: it's probably not the best use of mental powers to turn any word into an omo-based story!)
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“Here, darling.” Caroline Docell reached over to straighten her son’s bow tie.
Charlie smiled half-heartedly in response, and his mom titled her head sympathetically.
“I know, honey,” she assured him. “These thing get exhausting. But it’s good to get to know people, and it’s important for your dad. Besides,“ Caroline continued over Charlie’s resigned sigh, “The Fawcetts have two sons around your age, and I’m sure they’ll be there!”
Nodding his assent – or at least his desire not to argue – Charlie leaned back against the car seat. Of course he understood the importance of attending these ridiculous galas, these bastions of ostentation. His father’s job as a professional fundraiser depended heavily on knowing “the right people” and “being seen in good circles.” And part of being seen meant showing off his shiny, photogenic family.
Marty Docell did make an effort to use his kids judiciously, and it’s not like children were invited to many fêtes or fancy dinners, anyway, but as an 18-year-old senior in high school, Charlie was at a stage where he was fairly discomfited by the preening and pretension. Black-tie dress code, high-ceilinged rooms, vapid conversation…Even the promise of peers (well, people his age, at least) wasn’t particularly enticing. Yes, Charlie had met some good friends and had some valuable commiseration sessions with fellow teens at these type of events throughout the years, but he was just as likely, if not more so, to meet kids who were clearly trying to prove that they belonged in the glitz and glamour – kids whose default posture seemed to require keeping their noses in the air and who followed up initial introductions with overtly esoteric questions about a certain United Nations activity or the economic fluctuations in Laos.
Charlie nearly shuddered at the thought. His dad had told him about the Fawcett’s two sons – Wendell and Harrington, names that didn’t exactly inspire confidence in their potential sociability. They were both a bit older than Charlie, a junior and sophomore, respectively, at Georgetown University. Normally, having the chance to talk to two students at Charlie’s dream college would be exciting, but as the sons of one of the wealthiest families in Washington, D.C., there was absolutely no guarantee that they’d gotten in on their own merit.
“Ready, team?” Marty gestured out the window as their driver pulled up a tree-lined driveway.
Charlie’s heart sank. The mega-mansion that rose up over the hill dashed any hopes he’d allowed himself that this party might not be that bad, that maybe the people would be relatively down-to-earth. Instead, the stone-and-pillar monstrosity said, in no uncertain terms, that this was going to be a gala gala, a proper, high-class function packed with people whose only goal in conversation was to make themselves look good.
Both Marty and Caroline looked apologetically at their son, but Charlie just straightened his spine and rolled his head back and forth like a boxer loosening up before a round. He’d done this before, and he could do it again tonight. It would only be a few hours, after all.
Smoothing imaginary wrinkles from his tuxedo, Charlie unfolded from the car. The evening wasn’t cold, thankfully, so they had no coats to hand to the event staff.
Mr. and Mrs. Fawcett were waiting to greet their line of guests in the entryway. Charlie had a brief vision of a royal court announcer, the kind that would bang a staff on the ground to get the room’s attention before loudly calling the names of all entrants. Charlie smothered a giggle as his parents stepped up to be introduced.
“Of course!” Mr. Fawcett bellowed, pumping Marty’s hand enthusiastically. “Wonderful to have you, Martin! I heard about the wonderful work you did for the new psych center out in Arlington.”
Marty smiled back, just as earnest. “My wife, Caroline,” he gestured, knowing that introduction lines weren’t the place for long conversations, “and my son, Charles.”
“Good to have you, welcome, welcome!” Mr. Fawcett beamed as Charlie and Caroline shook the hands of their hosts. “My sons are around here somewhere…” Mr. Fawcett did a quick scan of the room, a task greatly aided by his towering height. “There’s Delly, over there talking to Ambassador Strom-“
Charlie followed Mr. Fawcett’s eyeline to a young man who could only be described as “strapping,” laughing heartily next to a silver-haired gentleman.
“-and Harrington…” Mr. Fawcett trailed off, apparently not seeing his younger son, but recovered quickly. “Well, do enjoy, have some hors d’oeuvres, mingle! I think you’ll find, Marty, that there are some very good people here tonight who would appreciate someone honest to guide them to where their money would be best put to use!”
Charlie couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at this seemingly honest assessment, but Marty just smiled and nodded appreciatively, leading his family into the fray.
A member of waitstaff appeared out of nowhere, offering bite-sized morsels that probably had very fancy names, while another nameless server offered slim glasses of champagne to the family. Marty glanced at Charlie, silently assenting, should his son want a glass, but Charlie gave his head a little shake. He didn’t particularly like champagne (even, he imagined, obscenely expensive champagne), and he didn’t think alcohol was going to benefit him tonight.
It took a few more minutes for another staff member to appear with a tray of water glasses.
“Still or sparkling, sir?”
“Still, please.” Charlie sipped on his newly-obtained water and looked around the room. Wendell Fawcett (“Delly,” apparently) had moved on from the ambassador, but was putting on a similar performance with a small group of bejeweled women. Charlie had seen enough to decide that he really had no desire to meet Wendell, at least not tonight. Even if he was a decent guy, the elder Fawcett son was clearly in his element schmoozing with Washington society; he wouldn’t be of much social help to Charlie.
Seeing no other guests within a solid 20 years of his age (so much for that younger Fawcett), Charlie stuck with his usual game plan of sticking close to his parents, nibbling on the proffered food, and politely responding to the repetitive questions the other adults directed his way.
The gala was among the biggest that Charlie could ever remember attending. The house itself was gigantic, and it seemed like the entire first floor was filled with people. The ballroom was teeming with formally-dressed elite, but there were also hundreds of guests throughout the library, the study, the living room…Charlie lot track of the layout of the house as his father wound his way through the crowd, cheerfully talking with potential donors.
After about two hours, Charlie found himself shifting from foot to foot. The tedium of the evening was getting to him, but Marty was on a roll. Mr. Fawcett had been right – people were eager to speak to Charlie’s dad and hear about the various projects his company was fundraising for.
Absentmindedly, Charlie pulled at his collar. The house climate was well-controlled, but being around hundreds of people for so long was making the air feel thick to Charlie.
Like the waitstaff from earlier, Mr. Fawcett was suddenly at Charlie’s elbow, a fascinating feat for such an imposing man.
“You know-” Mr. Fawcett leaned down conspiratorially. “-the air is probably a bit cooler down the basement.”
Charlie looked up the host, choking down a yawn. “Sir?”
Mr. Fawcett beamed. “You’ve hung in there for quite a while, kid, but it looks like your parents will be busy for quite a bit longer. If you head to the back of the house, past the hallway bathroom, there’s a door that’ll take you downstairs. There’s a game room, a TV room…hell, you can hang out on one of the couches and take a nap!”
Charlie’s yawn morphed into an awed sigh. In the back of his mind, he knew that he should politely decline – even at the legal age of adulthood, going unsupervised into an otherwise off-limits area of a host’s home wasn’t exactly peak etiquette – but he desperately wanted a break. Maybe even that suggested nap.
Charlie glanced toward his mom, but Caroline was already nodding her approval. Charlie turned back to Mr. Fawcett, eyes wide with gratitude.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Fawcett. I really appreciate it.”
The genial man clapped Charlie on the back, then pointed him in the direction he had indicated earlier. Charlie didn’t hesitate; he was so ready to not be surrounded by rich adults. He wound his way through the rooms and out to the hallway, which itself was still full of people. He saw a line of people waiting for the bathroom, so he slipped past them and opened the next door to find a well-lit stairway.
Charlie shut the door behind him and took a deep breath. The air already felt less close, and the noise of the gala faded with every step. The sudden lack of overwhelming chatter made Charlie feel like he’d stepped into another world.
At the bottom of the stairs, he was deposited in a large game room. He walked past two pool tables, a foosball table, and a giant collection of video game consoles. Past the game room was a gym that could’ve easily fit in a swanky hotel, with more cardio machines and weight racks than the family could possibly use.
Down the hall from the gym, Charlie found the library and the TV room. He wasn’t quite sure he wanted to figure out the massive home theater setup, but before he could figure out what to do (that nap was still a possibility), he heard a small noise coming from the other side of the room.
There was another door, partially open, on the far wall of the TV room. At first, Charlie assumed it was some sort of pet or other animal. The noises sounded distressed, though quiet.
Slowly, Charlie made his way across the room. “Hello?”
He pushed the door open to find a small workshop of sorts. There was a tall table in the middle of the room, covered in raw pieces of wood, as well as intricate carvings in various stages of completion. The floor was littered with shavings. And in the corner of the room, perched on a stool, was a young man.
Charlie froze. “Oh, I’m-“
But he cut himself off as the took in more details of the scene. The young man was tall, but hunched over. He was twitching and making soft, irregular whining noises, as if he couldn’t stop himself. His hands, however, were working diligently and skillfully, whittling away with a sharp knife at a small block of wood. He was still in formal dress, but he bow tie was completely undone, the strip of cloth just hanging around his neck, his shirt was untucked, and his jacket was long gone.
For a moment, Charlie stood, transfixed by the sight of curls of wood falling from the young man’s hands. The movements were mesmerizing, and Charlie’s mouth hung open slightly.
In the next instant, however, Charlie was drawn back by the whimpering. The young man, who could only be Harrington Fawcett, was clearly in distress.
“Ah-“ Charlie snapped his mouth shut, unsure of what to say. He was intruding in Harrington’s house, after all.
“Are…are you OK, man?”
Harrington’s shoulder jerked forward, so Charlie could only assume that he’d heard him, but the young man – boy? – didn’t respond.
Charlie frowned. No one had said anything about the younger Fawcett having a disability of some sort, but Harrington wasn’t talking and wasn’t acting in any way that fell within the bounds of typical social interaction.
“I…” Charlie was increasingly unnerved. “Hey, I don’t want to bug you, but…”
Harrington sniffed, and Charlie saw a tear slip down his cheek. His shaking was even more pronounced, to the point where Charlie was surprised he managed to stay on the stool, but his hands never stopped whittling away at the block of wood.
Thoroughly unprepared for this situation, Charlie tried again. “Look, man, can I get someone for you?”
Harrington sniffed again, but shook his head vigorously. Charlie let out a slow breath; at least the boy could hear him.
“Okaaaaay…” Charlie whispered to himself. He raised his voice to speak to Harrington “Then can I-“
Charlie stopped himself again as he saw Harrington’s knife-holding hand slip off the block of wood, an uncharacteristic break in the previously-controlled movements. Charlie’s eyebrows drew together with concern.
Harrington curled his shoulders forward, and tears started to pour down his face. His body shook with silent sobs. Just as Charlie was about to open his mouth to insist on getting someone to help, he heard another odd sound. A liquid, trickling sort of sound.
Charlie didn’t even have time to mentally question the noise before he saw the source – a dark, growing stain down Harrington’s left leg, ultimately dripping off the cuff of his tuxedo pants, creating a puddle on the concrete floor.
Blinking in confusion, Charlie glanced up from where his gaze had followed the wet trail down to the floor, and he saw that Harrington had resumed his carving, his hands making quick, frenetic movements, tears still coursing down both of his cheeks.
It felt weird and intrusive to watch a college student – a presumably sober one, at that – have an accident, but Charlie figured that leaving or turning around would be even weirder. He settled for looking awkwardly down and to the side. Not that Harrington was looking in his direction, anyway.
After several long seconds, the trickling sound stopped, though Charlie could still hear Harrington’s suppressed cries and the sound of the knife working away at the wooden block.
Cautiously, Charlie raised his eyes. The scene in front of him was much like it was when he’d first walked through the door – a trembling young man, sitting on a stool, whittling a piece of wood. Only now, there were wet streaks down his face and his pants, and a puddle of urine beneath the stool.
Charlie drew in a deep breath. “Harrington?” he said hesitantly. “Do you…can I…” He held his hand out, then dropped it to his side. What do you say to a total stranger who just peed his pants in front of you?
Facts, Charlie thought. Stick to the facts.
“You can’t just stay like that, dude,” Charlie said gently. “You have to get cleaned up.”
Harrington twitched, which Charlie took as another sign of acknowledgement, but didn’t move to get off the stool.
Charlie forged on. “Can you go upstairs and change?”
Tensing all over, Harrington shook his head emphatically, a tight, nervous refusal.
“Okay.” Charlie nodded reassuringly. He didn’t understand the man’s reasons, of course, but he was starting to get a picture of Harrington’s behavior. The young man desperately didn’t want to be upstairs in the crowd. Fine. Charlie could deal with that.
“Do you have any other clothes down here?” Charlie asked hopefully – maybe a laundry room or something?
Harrington shook his head, more slowly this time, almost sadly. His tears had slowed but not stopped, and he looked miserable.
Charlie was formulating a plan. It wasn’t a very good one, and he wasn’t sure it would work, but the alternative at this point was leaving Harrington alone, which, in Charlie’s mind, wasn’t an option.
“Okay, so you can’t go upstairs, and you don’t have any extra clothes down here,” Charlie narrated.
Harrington kept carving.
“Then I’m going to go upstairs,” Charlie declared. He saw Harrington’s hands pause for just a second, but the young man still didn’t say anything.
“I’ll find your room and get you some clean clothes,” Charlie continued. “No one at the party really knows me, so I won’t draw much attention. You can stay here. No one has to know.”
Harrington’s lower lip trembled, but he didn’t offer any overt dissent of Charlie’s plan.
Not quite used to Harrington’s silence – he’d only “known” the guy for about five minutes – Charlie nodded. “I’ll…be back soon.”
Making his way back across the extensive basement, Charlie ran his fingers through his hair, dazed at this turn of events. Somehow, he had to sneak up two floors in a giant, unfamiliar house, find the bedroom of a man who he still hadn’t technically confirmed was Harrington Fawcett, grab some clean clothes, and sneak back downstairs, without being seen, or at least without being stopped. He’d started the night thinking he’d spend the whole time making inane small talk with rich, old people, and now, he was on a self-imposed quest for a rich, young person who had wet himself in his own house.
Weird.
Charlie paused at the top of the stairs to make sure his tuxedo was still presentable, knowing that any signs of dishevelment would only draw attention. He slipped out the door into the still-crowded hallway, not making any eye contact.
He knew that there was a grand staircase in the entryway, but Charlie also figured there would be some sort of back set of stairs. Relying on nothing more than educated guesses, he made his way toward the back of the house. There were still plenty of people, but the crowd thinned a bit as Charlie approached the kitchen. He stuck his head through the doorway and nearly gasped with relief when he saw a set of stairs going up in the fair corner.
Charlie didn’t hesitate as he strode across the room. There were a few catering staff, but Charlie correctly assumed that they were all hired from an external company and had no real interest in policing the boundaries of the party.
Up the stairs, Charlie found himself in a long hallway. The doors were all shut, but it was quiet; Charlie could only hope the lack of noise meant a total lack of people.
Seeing no other option, Charlie tried one door at a time, pausing to listen before he opened each one. The first six doors seemed to be four guest bedrooms – well-decorated, but no personal touches – with guest bathrooms between each pair. The next rooms were an office of some sort and another TV room.
Charlie closed his eyes in frustration after shutting the door of the TV room. Who really needed all these rooms, anyway? Whatever happened to the upstairs just being bedrooms?
He turned the corner at the end of the hallway and continued trying doors. A bathroom, then a bedroom that Charlie gazed around a bit before deciding it must be Wendell’s. It was larger than any of the guest rooms, but the collection of politically-based books on the bookshelf looked like they belonged to the young man who was easily hobnobbing in the party, not to his younger brother who was hiding in the basement.
With a sigh, Charlie closed the bedroom door and tried the one across the hall.
Bingo.
Harrington’s room was covered in models and wood carvings. It was slightly messier than Wendell’s room, but not a disaster by any means. It just looked like more of a haven, a place that was Harrington’s own in the midst of the carefully-curated mansion.
Charlie leaned over the windowsill for a moment, admiring the carvings lined up there. Harrington really was talented. Still, Charlie wasn’t here to snoop; he had a job.
Charlie quickly rifled through the wardrobe, settling on a pair of plaid pajama pants. He grabbed a pair of underwear from the top drawer, marveling briefly at the continued oddity of the situation, then folded his stash under his tuxedo jacket and headed back downstairs.
Maintaining his practice of not looking anyone in the eye, Charlie strode across the kitchen and back to the hallway with the basement door. He didn’t see anyone he knew (which really, only consisted of his parents and the Fawcetts), and none of the other guests seemed to care about the shifty teenager winding through their midst.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Charlie shut the basement door behind him and bound down the stairs. His part of the mission was essentially done. He made his way across the basement, pausing at the kitchenette in the theater room. On a whim, he grabbed some paper towels and ran them under some water in the sink. He hadn’t thought to grab soap or a washcloth upstairs, but he figured Harrington should probably clean up a bit before putting on dry clothes.
Back in the wood shop, Harrington hadn’t moved, although, Charlie had to admit, he did look calmer. He’d stopped crying, and his breathing was more even. He was still working on his carving, but his hands looked less tense.
“Here.” Charlie pulled the pants and underwear out from under his jacket and set them on the edge of the table along with the damp paper towels.
“I’ll…” Charlie knew he really couldn’t do anything else – lead a horse to water and all that – but he didn’t want to just leave Harrington alone completely. “I’ll be in the theater room if you need anything else.”
True to his word, Charlie settled in one of the corners of the huge sectional couch. He still didn’t want to mess with the TV, so he just pulled out his phone.
It didn’t take quite as long as Charlie implicitly expected – maybe 15 minutes or so – for Harrington to emerge. Really, Charlie hadn’t been sure that the boy would leave the workshop at all.
But leave he did, in just a white t-shirt and the pajama pants that Charlie had collected. His hair was mussed, and his eyes were puffy, but he didn’t look nearly as anguished as he had when Charlie first encountered him.
Charlie glanced up, but didn’t move from the couch. He had no precedent for this situation, and he didn’t want to do anything to make Harrington more uncomfortable.
The younger Fawcett son sat in the opposite corner of the couch, curling his long legs in front of him. For a couple more minutes, he stayed silent, and Charlie went back to scrolling through his phone.
“Thank you.”
Charlie nearly jumped. Harrington’s voice was quiet, but much deeper than Charlie had expected. He looked up. Harrington was worrying the hem of his shirt between his fingers, head down.
“No worries, man,” Charlie replied, sincerely. “Like I said, I didn’t mean to barge in on you like that.”
Harrington was quiet for a few more moments. Charlie wanted to stare at him, to try to figure out exactly what was going on with this otherwise privileged young man. But he just went back to his phone, barely paying attention to the images on the screen.
“The parties are really hard for me.”
Charlie looked up again. Harrington still wasn’t looking at him, but he breathed in deliberately, as if he was going to keep talking.
“I…” Harrington wound the hem of his shirt around his thumb. “Even when I was little, I didn’t like them. The noise and the closeness…I used to put my hands over my ears and cry.”
Slowly, so as not to make any noise that might interrupt his companion’s story, Charlie slid his phone back in his pocket.
“My parents were always really good about it,” Harrington continued. “They wanted me to be there, obviously, but they understood that it was hard. It wasn’t just parties, but the events were the worst. They took me to therapy. It never seemed to bother them that I needed a shrink.”
“…wonderful work you did for the new psych center…” Charlie recalled Mr. Fawcett’s introductory praise for Marty, which suddenly made a lot more sense.
“I want to be good at it,” Harrington sighed. “But the whole gala experience makes me feel awful. My head hurts and my stomach feels weird and I want to claw my skin off. So my parents made me a deal, years ago: I would make an appearance, get dressed up, and then I could sneak off and hide.”
By this time, Charlie had turned so that his whole body was facing Harrington.
“I don’t-“ Harrington’s voice caught, and he took a breath to compose himself. “Tonight was really bad. They’re not usually this hard, but there were so many people, and they all wanted to talk to me, and Senator Smallwood kept giving me champagne, and his wife kept touching my arm…”
Harrington trailed off, swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, and Charlie felt a deep hatred for this couple he’d never met.
“I left as soon as I could,” Harrington went on, his voice wet. “I came down here because the woodwork usually calms me down, doing something with my hands, but-“
He choked up again, and Charlie wanted to tell him that it was OK, he really didn’t need an explanation, but his own voice betrayed him.
“There’s no bathroom down here,” Harrington explained, a quirk that Charlie had noticed. “It’s weird, but it’s usually not a problem, because there’s one right at the top of the stairs, but-“
A single tear slid down Harrington’s cheek, a relic of the anxiety and humiliation of the evening. “I couldn’t make myself go back upstairs, and then it got worse, and then I really couldn’t go upstairs, because someone would see me having to pee, and I just…”
“It’s okay, man,” Charlie insisted earnestly, finally finding his voice. “No one saw, no one has to know.”
Harrington finally looked up, blinking tears out of his shining eyes. “I just…I just wanted to thank you. I wanted you to know that I don’t just…” Harrington hung his head again. “…tonight was really bad,” he finished softly.
Sensing that the story was over, Charlie wanted to give the young man a hug. Or deliver him to his mom for a hug. Something. But they were still strangers, and Charlie had heard enough to realize that human touch may not be super comforting to Harrington, so he settled for verbal reassurance.
“It’s really fine,” he assured the ashamed young man sitting across from him. “It’s no big deal, and I promise, I won’t tell anyone.” Charlie offered a hesitant smile. “I was coming down here to escape, too. I was super grateful your dad suggested it.”
Harrington looked up again, smiling weakly in return. “He’s a good guy,” he said, and Charlie could see how much the young man truly loved his father. “He probably wanted you to check on me.”
Charlie shrugged ruefully. In all honestly, he would have done a lot more than what the past half hour had encompassed in order to escape the gala. “I’m glad I could help.”
He sat up a bit straighter, realizing a gaping hole in the conversation. “I’m Charlie, by the way. Charlie Docell.”
Harrington’s eyes widened at the social oversight. “Oh! I’m-“
“Harrington Fawcett,” Charlie interrupted, grinning. “I figured that much.”
Harrington dipped his head slightly and reached for the remote to turn on the TV. “It’s nice to meet you Charlie. It’s nice to have someone to wait out the rest of the party with.”
He flipped something in Charlie's direction, and Charlie's hand closed reflexively around a small, wooden figure - the carving Harrington had been working on. It was an owl, covered in intricate feathers, so detailed that Charlie felt guilty just holding it.
"Wow," he breathed. "This is awesome, man."
Harrington shrugged off the compliment, but smiled nonetheless. He turned on the TV, signaling an end to his introductory confessional. “And you can call me Harry.” |
I thought for my one-year anniversary of joining omo.org, I thought I'd create a short story based on what inspired me to join the forum.
As I said in the very first thread I created, I saw a few interesting things -- but I'm not going to tell those stories, as those girls didn't consent to have their stories told. Instead, I wrote a story based very loosely on what I saw. When all is said and done, I'd say the story is about 50% true. The location is quite real, however. And as today is the one-year anniversary of the solar eclipse, here's the tale.
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Approaching Long Creek, Oregon
August 21, 1:05pm
“So maybe we should have waited a little longer to leave,” Morgan said.
Highway 395 was totally slammed. The eclipse-watchers had arrived a few at a time—some obviously days in advance. Morgan, Mira, and Allison, having arrived the night before, may actually have been some of the last arrivals. But now everyone was trying to leave at once. The two-lane road was not built for this level of traffic, and the solid bumper-to-bumper single file of cars was not moving at all. Since they were on a downslope, Morgan turned off the engine to save gas, intending to roll forward when there was room. They’d been on the highway for over an hour and so far, she’d rolled forward just three times. They’d gone maybe a thousand yards… most of it in the first two minutes. Since then they’d been stuck.
Morgan was acutely aware of Mira in the passenger seat beside her. Their on-again, off-again love affair seemed to be back on. At least, the passionate kiss under Venus during the eclipse seemed to suggest that. But with little-sis Allison in the back seat, Morgan was reluctant to talk about it, or try for a repeat of the kiss. Occasionally she reached over and squeezed Mira’s hand. Mira squeezed back, and also didn’t say anything about the two of them.
But there wasn’t anything wrong with looking, especially since there was no particular need to keep her eyes on the road, so Morgan drank in her one-time (once and future?) lover with her eyes. Mira had braided her long raven hair for the eclipse, and tied it with an eagle feather; but other than that, she seemed more a tanned 21st-century athlete than a Native American. Morgan bit her mental tongue. After all, those two weren’t mutually exclusive. Having seen Mira play basketball, she knew just how athletic the girl was. And there was no doubt she was Native to the bone. The ceremony she’d performed during the eclipse—in Apsáalooke, her grandfather’s language—was evidence enough of that.
Morgan self-consciously ran her fingers through her own side-buzzed, multicolored hair. She loved Mira’s native side, but she kept stepping on Mira’s toes—or more accurately, putting her foot in her mouth—about it. Morgan and Allison’s family was mostly Irish, and both of them looked it—Allison in particular, with her curly red locks. When Morgan held Mira’s hand, her own pale skin stood out like chalk.
Her anxiety must have shown. Mira turned to look at her with those bright wise eyes, and everything felt better. Morgan could have drowned in those eyes. Mira reached out and brushed Morgan’s cheek, then went back to her phone.
So thanks to all the ogling, Morgan quickly picked up on Mira’s restlessness. Mira was shifting in her seat—sometimes putting her legs up on the dashboard, crossed at the ankle; sometimes sitting cross-legged; sometimes one foot on the floor and the other tucked up under her. Morgan figured her sweetheart was feeling caged in. But it all became much more obvious when Mira said, “So how long do you think we’ll take to get down to the rest stop?”
“Well, we’ve barely budged so far,” Morgan said. “I mean, we know the rest stop’s right down there. Gotta be less than a mile. But right this second, at our current speed of zero miles per hour…”
“Mmmhmm,” Mira said. “This is all your fault, you know.”
“Wait, what?”
“I’ve been drinking water, just like you told us.”
“It’s hot! And we were standing in direct sunlight for hours, except for the two minutes when there was a big rock in the way! We need to stay hydrated.”
“Yeah, but I haven’t peed since this morning.”
“When I ran into you up in the trees?”
“Mmhmm.”
“That’s like, seven hours! I peed twice since then.”
Mira shrugged. “Didn’t need to.”
“That means you haven’t been drinking enough water.”
“Well, I’ve definitely been drinking enough now.”
“I’d like to say we could get down to the rest stop in an hour. But really, I dunno.”
“I could walk there faster than that,” Mira said.
“Oh, yeah.”
“I might just do that, too.”
“Well, it’s probably really crowded down there,” Morgan pointed out. “That’s gotta be the one public toilet for miles and miles.”
“Crap, you’re probably right,” Mira said. “Okay, I guess I’m gonna go take a walk!”
“Where to?” Morgan said, puzzled. They were in a cut in the hillside, with blasted-out rock walls on either side of the road.
“Down there,” Mira said, pointing as she unbuckled her seat belt. “Looks like there’s a bit of a drop-off down there, so I’ll have some cover.” She got out of the car and stretched out, arms and legs. Then she closed the car door, stepped out of the line of traffic to look for people coming up the hill the other way, and then jogged down the far side of the highway to where the cut merged with the natural slope. Here she paused, then slipped up the side and into the trees.
Traffic began to move a bit as Mira jogged off, and the motion brought Allison back to the real world from whatever she’d been doing on her phone. “Where’s Mira going?” she asked.
“Had to pee,” Morgan said.
“I could never do that,” Allison said.
“You must have popped a squat last night and this morning,” Morgan said.
“That I can do. I don’t like it but I can do it. What I can’t do is go off in front of so many people! Think about it. Everyone watching knows Mira just went off to pee because she couldn’t hold it. They’ve got to be laughing at her.”
“If I had to guess, I’d say they’re probably thinking that they’ll have to do the same thing sooner or later,” Morgan said. “Not a lot of bathroom options out here.”
“There’s that rest stop,” Allison pointed out.
“You must not have heard me earlier. It’s got to be super-crowded. It was just a one-holer, right?”
“One for men and one for women,” Allison said.
“Well, there’s gotta be thousands of people on this road and that’s the only bathroom for miles. The line must be huge.”
“Oh,” Allison said, in a small voice. “I didn’t think of that.”
They rolled forward again.
“So you and Mira again, huh?”
“Maybe,” Morgan said. “I don’t know.”
“You really want to try again?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, I hope she does too—but I hope you get it right this time. Please, for the love of god, tell me you’ve learned from the last seventeen times.”
“We have not broken up seventeen times! It’s only been three.”
“Still. At this point it’s either meant to be and you’re kidding yourselves… or it’s never meant to be and you’re kidding yourselves.”
“We’ll be fine,” Morgan said, far more cheerfully than she felt.
“Sure, but first she’s got to find us again,” Allison noted as they rolled forward several more car-lengths.
Mira, off to the side of the road, was enjoying herself. She loved the freedom of peeing outside. It was easier when she was in a skirt, but then, she loved being naked outside, too. It happened less often, of course. She wasn’t about to flash her ass to the traffic, so she did go far enough into the trees that she thought no one would be able to see her. Then she pulled down her shorts and stepped out of them, leaving herself bare between her tank top and her sandals. With her shorts safely in her hand, she simply spread her legs, angled her hips a bit, and let go.
It was such a nice feeling, peeing after holding it for a while. A feeling of relaxation, almost a feeling of bliss.
If only Morgan would relax! Mira loved her, but the girl could get all uptight and tied in knots. The constant double-thinking and anxiety had driven them apart more than once. Morgan’s inherent goodness and intelligence—and, it had to be said, her sexiness and her skills in the sack—seemed to be bringing them back together again. But Mira had to shake her head and smile at how Mor was obviously so anxious. Did she really want to spend more time with the Great Big Ball O’ Irish Anxiety again?
Well, to be fair, they’d just kissed for the first time in months and then gone on with the trip like not much had happened. This time it was totally natural to be a little on edge. Mira did wish she hadn’t insisted that Allison came. Then they could be more open and…
Well. There was a lot they could do once they got back to Seattle. She resisted the temptation to touch herself, shook off the last droplets of pee, pulled her shorts back on, and walked back to the road. Morgan’s car had clearly gained some ground while she’d been gone, but that was all to the good. She slipped back into the passenger seat.
“Feeling better?” Morgan asked.
“Totally,” Mira said, and decided to forget Allison for a second. She leaned over and kissed Morgan’s cheek before belting herself in.
Before too long, the rest stop came into view—and as Morgan had predicted, the lines were immense. In fact the line just to get into the parking lot was pretty lengthy.
“I pity anyone who’s bursting to pee and just now getting there,” Morgan said.
“They should just go in the woods,” Mira said. “Worked for me.”
“I’ll bet some are doing just that,” Morgan said.
Traffic was now moving a little faster—by which it was rolling at a mile an hour instead of a dead halt. Morgan still hadn’t bothered to turn the engine on, although steering was a bit of a trick. They pulled around the bend and saw the town of Long Creek ahead of them—with a far longer line of cars waiting to get into town.
“Whatever the holdup is, it’s still gonna take us ages to get down there,” Morgan said.
Allison whimpered.
“What’s wrong, sis?”
“Nothing. It’s just—oh, nothing.”
“You just sounded really upset, that’s all.”
“I just… I… I need to…”
“Spit it out, hon,” Mira said gently.
“I need to pee! And no, I can’t just go in the woods, I hate letting anyone know that I need to pee! Even you! All that about ‘I pity anyone who’s bursting’—that’s me, sis, I’ve gotta pee like crazy but there’s nowhere to go!”
The Great Big Ball O’ Irish Anxiety runs in the family, obviously, Mira thought.
“Okay, okay, sis! Just stay cool. You want me to turn around and go back to the rest stop?”
“I saw that line! I was… I was hoping when we got down to town… but there’s no way.”
“No way what?”
“No way I’ll make it…” Allison said in a voice barely above a whisper.
“How bad do you need to go? Like, ‘I need to pee soon’ bad or like ‘I’m already wetting my pants’ bad?” Morgan asked.
“I can’t hold it much longer,” Allison said, still almost whispering.
“Well, I don’t want you to wet yourself. Or my car seat,” Morgan said. “Can’t you just go in the trees?”
“People will know!”
“Two people already know,” Mira pointed out.
“And that’s bad enough. I can’t pee in front of all those strangers!”
“Okay, look, sis,” Morgan said. “You’re going to pee. Your body will eventually pee whether you want it to or not. If you think you can’t hold it any more, you’re either going to get out of the car and run behind a tree and pop a squat, or you’re going to wet your pants and have to sit in a puddle of your own piss until we get back to Seattle. Me, I’d jump out and pop a squat.”
“People will see…”
“Hey, I’ve got a towel. We can cover you. Mira, can you help her? Or drive while I help her?”
“I can do it,” Mira said. “Come on, hon. You’ll feel so much better once you go. I did.”
Allison made no reply. Morgan looked at her sister in the rearview mirror. Allison had her legs double-crossed—but the real sign was the look of agony and panic on her face. “Alli. Please, you look like you’re in so much pain. Just go!”
“I can’t… I can’t hold it…”
“Are you peeing?”
“Yes…”
Morgan swerved over to the side of the road. Mira jumped out. “Where’s the towel, lover?” she asked over her shoulder.
“In the trunk!” Morgan shouted, suppressing her thrill at the last word of the question, and popped the trunk open. Mira grabbed the towel, slammed the trunk lid shut, and opened Allison’s door. Allison bolted for the trees a few yards beyond the side of the road, but she didn’t get that far; she collapsed into a squat, tearing at her jeans. Mira ran up and held the towel up in front of the girl, shielding her from whatever eyes were (almost certainly) watching. Allison was outright crying now as she got her zipper down and tugged at her waistband. Mira instinctively reached to help but Allison gave a panicked squeal as the towel dropped. The young redhead finally got her clothes out of the way—and a river broke loose.
“Holy shit, girl, how long were you holding that in?” Mira said as Allison’s pee flowed downhill toward the trees.
Allison said nothing, but her tear-stained face was now vastly more relaxed. She peed for at least a minute before she pulled up her (plain white) underwear and then did up her jeans.
“Better now?” Mira said, folding up the towel.
Allison nodded—then abruptly gave Mira a hug. “Thank you,” she said.
“Any time, hon.”
Back in the car, Morgan said, “Whew, you’ve got to be feeling better after getting rid of all that!”
Allison silently buckled herself back in.
“Give it a rest, love,” Mira said, climbing into the passenger seat and tossing the towel back next to Allison.
“Oh, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry at me. Be sorry for your sister. That was rough.”
“I won’t tease you, sis—if you promise to tell me sooner that you need to stop. I’m not a mind-reader. Or a bladder-reader. Okay?”
“Okay…” Allison said, with a tiny smile.
“Good, because at this rate, we may run into this problem again.”
“How are you doing?” Mira asked.
“Fine for now. But there’s a lot of miles and a lot of traffic between us and home.”
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There may well be more to this story, but I'm about to get really busy, and also I keep getting character development in my porn. This is the short version. I've literally re-started this fic three times because the first two times I was telling Mira and Morgan's whole romance... |
Here's part 2!
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Approaching Umatilla, Oregon
August 21, 4:27pm
“Ugh, what now?” Allison asked. “Why is the traffic so terrible right here?”
“We’ve hit a slowdown just about every time we come up on anything bigger than a wide spot on the road,” Morgan said. “We’re getting close to the river now, and remember how they were doing road work on that bridge? It was down to one lane.”
“And they didn’t think to open it back up to two lanes for the eclipse?” Allison said. “That wasn’t very smart.”
“Maybe construction can’t switch around in a hurry like that,” Mira said.
“Still, it’s bad planning!”
“So anyway, it seems like we’re gonna go from three lanes down to one, us and several thousand of our closest friends...”
They were driving through eastern Oregonian desert now, with not much beyond scrub bush in all directions. It was all stop-and-go, bumper-to-bumper traffic, an LA-style traffic jam in the middle of nowhere. They inched through the clogged interchange from 395 to Interstate 84, then did it again for I-82. They crawled past the small grass-covered bunkers of the Umatilla army base, and heard Mira’s lecture on the poison gas and other dangerous weapons the military stored there (and occasionally incinerated, which might or might not be contaminating the whole area). On and on they crawled, rarely going more than five miles an hour, and never for very long.
“It’s gonna be like this all the way down to the bridge?” Alli said.
“Yeah.”
Alli poked at her phone and said, “That’s only five miles.”
“But it could take us five hours, at this rate,” her sister answered.
“God, not again!” Alli said, with a note of anxiety in her voice.
“What’s up, hon?” Mira asked.
“I’ve got to pee again!”
“Well, I’ll try to get off at the next exit,” Morgan said.
“‘Try’?”
“Well, we’re over here in the ‘fast’ lane. Merging in this mess is gonna take a lot of time.”
“Do what you can, Mor,” Mira said. “I’ve been feeling like I could use a stop myself.”
“On it,” Morgan said, and started signaling.
But the next exit came up sooner than they’d thought, and they’d only managed to get one lane over. The other cars seemed unwilling to budge and let them through, even if it only meant giving up one car-length; and the right-hand lane seemed particularly unwilling to give ground. As they drove past the exit, Alli whimered.
“If it’s any consolation,” Morgan said, “I didn’t see any signs for gas stations. We might not have missed anything.”
“Easy for you to say!” Alli said. “I gotta pee!”
“Well, every time you say that, I feel like I’ve got to go myself,” Morgan said. “So I guess we’ve all got to go now.”
After this not-really-reassuring comment, the three young women all fell into silence for a bit.
Time passed. Traffic did too, but only barely. They had only gotten about half a mile further down the road.
“Alli, can you look and see if there’s another exit before the bridge?” Morgan asked.
“There is,” Allison said. “It’s right before the bridge. I think there are gas stations there, but Google says the traffic on that road is just as bad. Even if we get off we’d still have to wait for a while…”
“And I’ll just bet that every gas station bathroom has a line ten people long right now,” Mira said.
All three of them pondered that unfortunate thought. All three bladders throbbed in anxiety.
“How about on the other side of the bridge? How does traffic look there?” Morgan asked.
“A lot better.”
“Can we all wait that long?”
“How long is ‘long’?” Mira asked.
“Well, we just passed the 3-mile marker. And it took us ten minutes to get there from the 3.5 mark. So… over an hour?”
Mira winced. “Maybe. But it’s not gonna be fun.”
“Alli?”
“…Mmmaybe?”
“I think I can make it,” Morgan said. “If there’s a gas station close by on the other side.”
“Where we can stand in line…” Mira said.
“Maybe there won’t be a line.”
“We are a line,” Mira pointed out. “I mean, which one of us gets to go first?”
All three were quiet a minute.
“Hon, between this and the poison gas, you are all about uncomfortable truths today.”
“Unless we share somehow.”
“You can pee on my lap,” Morgan said. “Allison, how do you feel about peeing in a sink?”
“Right now I’d pee anywhere,” Allison said. “Except where people could see me.”
“You wouldn’t mind people seeing all three of us go in together?”
“Um. Now that you mention it…”
“None of that matters unless we can hold it long enough to make it there,” Mira said. “And for the record I said ‘Maybe.’”
Allison whimpered again. Her legs were crossed, and every inch of her skinny frame was tense.
Traffic crawled. Time crawled. The only things that didn’t seem to slow down were the increasingly frantic signals from their bladders.
“Okay, so I think it’s my turn to say something uncomfortable,” Morgan said. “I’m starting to think we need to have a backup plan for if we can’t make it.”
“Where else could we go?” Allison said.
“Mira, you’re okay peeing outside, right?” Morgan asked.
“Totally—if I’ve got some cover.” She waved to the surrounding countryside. “See any cover out there?”
“We could hold up the towel again.”
“That won’t work this time, though,” Mira pointed out. “It’s barely big enough to cover one side. Alli had the curve of the road working for her last time, and some trees behind her. If we held up the towel now, somebody would still see everything. I don’t want to do that.”
“I really don’t want to do that,” Alli said.
“Okay,” Morgan said, “scratch that idea. But we really need to think of something, ladies. ‘Cause I’m starting to think I’m not gonna be peeing in a gas station…”
“Getting bad?” Mira asked sympathetically.
“Getting really bad. I haven’t had to pee this bad in a long, long time.”
“I haven’t had to pee this bad since a few hours ago!” Alli complained.
“I’m pretty desperate, too,” Mira said.
Morgan glanced at her lover. Mira was sitting on her heel. “I’ve never seen you desperate to pee,” Morgan said. “Don’t you have a huge bladder?”
“Not at all, I just pee all the time,” Mira said. “Inside, outside, wherever… but I don’t let anyone see.”
Morgan’s fingers were alternating between drumming on the steering wheel and gripping it, white-knuckled. “C’mon, ladies, think of a plan before we pee in our pants.”
“It’s an idea,” Mira said.
“What, peeing ourselves? If you get pee on my seats, you’re paying to have them cleaned.”
“All right. So what else could we do? Pee in a bottle?”
“I’m still using mine,” Morgan said.
“Mine’s empty, but it’s small,” Allison said, holding up a standard disposable plastic water bottle.
Morgan (using her rear-view mirror) looked askance at the bottle’s narrow mouth. “I don’t think I can hit a target that small,” she said. “I think I’d probably splash a lot, and splash means smell.”
“I could live with the smell if it meant I could pee,” Mira said.
“It’s impossible to get the smell out, though,” Morgan said. “Come on, come on… can you find something quick? Please?”
Mira and Allison scoured the car, and found no other containers of any kind.
“It may be the bottle or nothing, hon,” Mira said.
“That won’t even fit all our pee, though,” Morgan said. “I’ll bet I could fill that bottle myself.”
“We could pour it out in between.”
“And if any of us filled it up before we were done peeing? Stopping is the hardest!”
Mira winced again. “Okay, good point.”
“Ideas, please!” Morgan said. “Or somebody else needs to drive.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t hold myself and drive at the same time,” Morgan said. “And I really really need to… to get a hand down there… like I was some little kid…”
“You can’t hold it any more?” Mira asked.
“Not much more,” Morgan answered, sounding humiliated already.
“Well,” Mira said, “I need to grab my crotch like a little kid too. So I might as well grab two crotches.” She unbuckled her seat belt, reached over, and pushed her hand against Morgan’s crotch. She re-crossed her legs over her other hand, sitting a little askew in her seat. “Does that help, hon?”
“A little,” Morgan said. Mostly it was turning her on. It had been a long time since Mira’s fingers were down there, and at their touch, many old and very sexy memories flowed back to her mind.
“Join the Hold-Yourself Club, Alli,” Mira said. “All the cool kids are doing it!”
“I was grabbing my crotch before it was cool,” Alli said, trying for humor despite her desperation—and in fact, she was already holding herself.
“Did you just try to out-hipster us on holding our crotches?” Morgan asked.
“Look at that fucking pisster,” Mira said wryly.
“Oh, god, don’t make me laugh,” Morgan said, panic and humor at war in her voice. “Or if you do, press harder! I need to pee so incredibly badly right now. I can’t think straight, I can barely steer straight…”
“You need a way to pee before you crash us all,” Mira said, pressing a little harder as she’d been asked to do.
“We all need a way to pee,” Alli said, clutching herself. “I’m bursting so bad…” She put her other hand out onto the seat next to her as she leaned forward. Her fingers found the towel lying there, and clentched the cloth between her desperate fingers.
Inspiration struck. Necessity is the mother of invention, and desperation is one step beyond that.
“We can use the towel,” Alli said. “We can pee into it.”
“What?” Morgan asked.
“We can pee into the towel! It’s supposed to absorb water, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. And if it smells we can just chuck it out the window. Brilliant, sis! Now give it to me.”
“But it was my idea!” Alli wailed. She’d already unzipped her jeans (she’d unbuttoned them half an hour ago.)
“I’m driving!”
“We all need to pee really bad,” Mira said. “But I gotta go with the driver needing it first.”
“I go second, then,” Alli said.
“Fine. Gimme the towel so Morgan can pee.”
“I’m gonna need some help, Mir,” Morgan said. “I have to keep driving.”
“Lift your butt up off the seat, I’ll get your shorts down.”
“That would be such a sexy sentence any other time,” Morgan gasped, doing as she was told.
“Once we get home,” Mira agreed, wrestling with the elastic of Morgan’s waistbands—first of her shorts, then of her underwear—and wrestling with her own bladder now that she wasn’t holding herself.
“Quick!” Morgan said, and Mira shoved the towel underneath her girlfriend’s crotch. “Good to go, love,” she said.
“Oh thank god,” Morgan said, and let go, still keeping her butt in the air.
The sound of her stream was a trigger to both the other bursting bladders in the car. Alli yelped and shoved her fingers even harder into her crotch, through the fabric of her panties. Mira spurted.
“Morgan, stop peeing, I need it back now, I’m about to burst!” Alli hollered.
“I’m not done yet,” Morgan said. “Oh, fuck, this feels so good…”
“Morgan!”
Her little sister’s scream did something in the depths of Morgan’s brain, and she said, “Okay, okay, I’m stopping, I’m stopping!” And somehow she managed to squeeze it off. The last bit she let out (for there was plenty more left in her bladder) spattered onto the towel quite loudly, and that set Mira’s bladder off again: a longer spurt this time. Mira grabbed the towel and moved it toward her own crotch.
“Mira, I’m gonna pee my pants!” Alli shrieked.
“I am pissing my pants!” Mira said. “Just let me have it for a second, take the edge off…”
“Doesn’t quite work that way,” Morgan said. “I’ve gotta go just as bad, still.”
“Mira, you promised…”
“Just for a second!”
“Mira!”
Mira just ignored her this time. She didn’t bother getting her shorts down; since her shorts were both quick-dry fabric and already wet, and since she wasn’t wearing any underwear, she just shoved the towel directly against her shorts and didn’t try to pinch back her third squirt.
“Mira, I’m pissing myself!”
“I told you, so am I!”
“It’s coming out!”
“Okay, hold on,” Mira said, struggling to squeeze it off.
“I can’t hold on! I can’t hold it any more! I’m peeing!”
Mira wasn’t quite sure she’d pinched her stream all the way back, but she handed the towel off anyway.
Allison tore her jeans and panties down in a desperate spasm and stuffed the towel against her in the next motion. She let out a huge groan of relief as she finally peed.
“Careful, if it gets soaked all the way it’ll start leaking,” Mira pointed out.
“Oh god, it feels so good,” Allison said, ignoring Mira in turn.
“Hey Alli, you’ve had your turn, I need it back now!” Morgan said.
“We both need it back!” Mira added.
“I don’t care, I’ve never felt this good,” Allison said. “Not even when AJ went down on me that one time…”
“You’re gonna soak the towel!”
“It was my idea!”
“Yeah, but I’m driving!”
“Alli, finish peeing in your water bottle,” Mira commanded, “Morgan needs the towel.”
“She can have the bottle,” Alli said, arching her back in bliss. Mira blinked. In that movement, Allison looked enough like Morgan having an orgasm to confuse Mira’s already somewhat-engaged sex drive.
“She can’t aim while she’s driving,” Mira pointed out.
“Okay, I’m almost done,” Alli said.
“Almost?!?” Morgan said. “I’m still dying up here ‘cause I stopped for you!”
“All right, here you go,” Alli said, and handed the towel forward. “I still need to go a little bit but I can hold that much now.”
“This is just about soaked, Alli!” Mira said. “I warned you…”
“Not that corner. Morgan can use that part.”
“And me?”
“Here’s my bottle!”
Mira sighed, exasperated and still desperate, as she tried to rearrange the towel so Morgan had a dry patch to pee into.
“Hurry,” Morgan said. “With my shorts down I can barely hold it…”
“You’re telling me,” Mira said, finally getting the towel into place.
Morgan tried to keep one eye on the road and one eye on the rapidly-saturating towel underneath her. “I think we’ve pretty much filled this up,” she said, noting that it was now all much darker than before. She squeezed the rest off. “I guess I’ll have to try the bottle.”
“I’m filling the bottle,” Mira pointed out.
“Well, leave a little room for me, I still need to go,” Morgan said.
“So do I!” Alli chimed in.
“You can hold it, you just about filled the towel. And I’ve still gotta drive.”
“Bottle’s full,” Mira said. “I’m not quite empty, though,”
“Pour it out the window and we’ll all use it again,” Alli said.
“I’m still not sure about that thing,” Morgan said. “That opening is tiny.”
“Fine!” Mira said, and stripped her shorts all the way off. “I pissed my shorts, and they’ll dry out. We’ll all empty out into them.
“You’re sure?” Morgan said, incredulous.
“Yeah. And to prove it—” Mira held the wadded-up shorts against her and let go for the third time in as many minutes, finally draining her little tank all the way to empty.
“My turn,” Morgan said, and Mira helped her.
“Now me!” Alli said—but Mira shook her head. “You’ll have to wait a second.” She got Morgan dressed again first, letting the driver resume her duties undistracted. Then she rolled down the window and wrung out her shorts. Only then did she let Alli finish peeing. Then she emptied her water bottle onto the shorts to rinse them out.
Vastly relieved, the girls crossed the bridge at last—with Mira half-naked in the front seat.
With no need for a pit stop, they drove without stopping until they were past the Tri-Cities. Then Alli and Mira asked for a stop at a rest area, but Mira had to wait until someone could find her something to wear into the bathroom.
With Alli returned home, Morgan said to Mira, “Well, now what?”
“Now,” Mira said, “you come back to my bed.”
“Oh, good. Having your hand on my pussy, and then riding the rest of the way home with you half-naked in my car… well, I’m pretty worked up.”
“Good,” Mira said. “Good.”
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Thanks for reading, everybody!
(Some people will spot the influence of the old story "Backseat Bursting." Because that's an underage story, I wanted to create my own version with legally-sexy girls.) |
Note: This contains female lesbian romance. If you don't like lesbian couples, this story may not be for you.
With that, enjoy. ^^
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Mana was sitting on her couch with her phone in hand. She was a bit nervous. She was getting ready to call Villy and ask her out, but her hands were shaking and she was hesitant.
Finally, she dialed the number and called, then waited.
Aftee 3 beeps, Villy picked up.
"Hello?". She said from the other end. "H-hey Villy..". Mana said. "I-I was wondering something..". "Yeah?" Villy asked. "D-do you want to uhh...g-go out today?..". Mana asked nervous.
Villy was silent for a moment. Then replied "S-sure! W-where so you wanna meet?". She asked.
"T-the park?" Mana asked. "Yeah! T-the park sounds p-perfect!" Villy said. "I-I'll see you then!". Then she hung up.
Mana got excited, she actually said yes!
Mana then started getting ready, she took a water bottle and drank a good half of it as she walked out the door.
As she walked to the park, she drank the rest of her water bottle, feeling the water slosh around in her belly a bit. She was nervous, this was her first ever date. It was obvious that both Mana and Villy had feelings for each other, but neither of them were confident enough to confess.
Mana was sweating nervously when she got to the park. She felt a small twinge in her bladder, but she ignored it.
Villy was sitting on a bench. Mana took a deep breath and sat down next to her. "H-hey Villy!". Mana said, feeling her heart race.
"H-hey Mana!". Villy said happily. "Glad you made it!".
"S-so uh, what do you wanna do?". Mana ask, feeling another twinge in her bladder, but ignoring it once again.
"We could just sit here for a bit? Ya know.. Just chat?". Villy suggested.
"S-sure!" Mana said.
They started nervously chatting with one another. While doing this, Mana felt a stronger twinge in her bladder. This one was to strong to ignore, but she didn't wanna stop talking to Villy.
They continued talking, but during it Mana occasionally squeezed and shifted her legs. 'Gotta pee...gotta pee so baaaddd...'. She thought.
Villy spotted a lemonade stand nearby. "Oh! Wanna go get some lemonade?". She asked.
Mana didn't wanna say yes, but she couldn't say no. "S-sure!". She said nervously.
They went over and each got a cup of lemonade.
Villy guzzled hers down, Mana hesitated, then did the same, feeling the lemonade fall into her belly. She shuddered as she felt her bladder protest.
'Oooh gosh...I gotta go so bad...b-but...I don't wanna leave Villy waiting for me...I-I'm sure I can wait...'. Mana thought.
They decided to just walking around for awhile. Just doing more chatting. Mana struggled not to grab herself or cross her legs but barely managed. Finally, Villy wanted to sit on the grass, so they did.
Mana crossed her legs. Her bladder had defiently been filling up, and after that lemonade she knew it was full now. She secretly clutched her pee hole once in awhile to try and keep it all in.
'I can't keep it in m-much longer!... I-It's l-leaking out!". She thought.
She then felt a spurt escape and clutched her pee hole tightly. Villy saw a her eyes-widened.
"A-are you ok?". She asked nervously. "Y-yeah! I-I just...really REALLY need to use the little manaphy's room". Mana said, slightly embarrassed.
"O-oh uhh..". Villy started to frantically looking for a bathroom. Mana meanwhile was doing a small pee dance, her legs shaking. "Oooooh...gotta peeee...so baaddllyyy...". She moaned.
"U-um...I'm sure there's one around here..". Villy said as she and Mana started looking.
After a while of looking there was no luck. And Mana's bladder was on the verge of exploding.
"Oooh! I-I c-can't keep it in much longer! My bladder's about to buuurrrsst!!!". Mana whined as she felt a large wave of desperation wash over her. She was at her limit, her bladder was ready to explode now.
Villy realized their was only one choice. "You're...gonna have to go in the bushes...". She said.
Mana wanted to protest, but saw no other option. So she slowly walked to the bushes, clutching her throbbing pee hole in the process.
She got over a bush, a squatted down. "D-don't look..". She said weakly.
Villy turned around, facing away from Mana.
Mana then took a deep breath and tried to go, but she couldn't. Depsite how much it was throbbing against her pee hole and how her stomach ached. Not even a drop would come out.
"I-I....". Mana was shaking. The feeling of being ready to explode but not being able to go was agonIzingly painful.
"I-I c-can't go...". Mana said embarrassed.
Villy slowly turned around and saw Mana shaking in pain. She slowly walked over to her. Then she started rubbing her on the back.
Mana, depsite the pain she was in, qas enjoting it. "Nnnnn..". She tried to ler it out. But it still wouldn't come.
Villy then leaned close to Mana and kissed her on the cheek.
Mana felt a whole swarm of emtions at once, and it was enough to allow the floodgates to open. She started forcefully peeing in the bushes. A long strean that last around 2 minutes. Then finally, it slowly died down and eventually came to a stop.
Mana was relieved, although slightly embarrassed. But she was also a bit shocked.
"V-villy....you...". Mana stuttered.
"Hey, it worked didn't it?". Villy said with a wink.
Mana gave a small smile and hugged Villy. "I love you Villy..".
Villy blushed at this comment, then hugged back. "I-I...I love you too Mana..".
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Hope you guys enjoyed! I will defiently make more stories with these two if you want. Anyways see you all later! :3 |
Original content in a Sake omofic? It's more likely than you think.
Clocking in at just over 11,000 words, this is the longest single piece I've written to date, unless you count the entirety of Season Unending from the Bee and Barb as one thing - one sub-chapter in Season Unending comes out to about 9900 words as the next-longest after this one.
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“You really don’t have to do this, you know. No shame in giving it a bit of time, coming back later. The offer is always open.”
“No, I’m thinking I do. Remember, you lot are the ones that offered me the position in the first place.”
“Well, yes, we did, but I’m not sure the others fully understood what they were doing. Sure, you’re good, all of us agree on that, but you’re only twenty-one. You haven’t even finished your term at the Academy yet. Do you really know what you’re getting yourself into here?”
“Oh, your lack of faith hurts, Councillor.” Cel put a hand to her chest and made an exaggerated pouty face. “No, but really, I know full well what’s going to happen here. You lot are going to kick my ass with these trials, and at the end of it all I’ll be right up at the top of that tower of yours with all the rest of you. There’s nothing you nine can do to stop me.” She paused briefly, then spoke quickly, bowing her head. “Er, all due respect, Councillor.”
“Honestly, Cel, your confidence is disturbing.” The Councillor crossed his arms and turned around. “But I suppose that’s what the others liked about you. Just send us a signal when you’re ready for the trials to start.” Then he left, leaving the balcony above Cel empty, with her alone in the arena. As alone as she could be anyways – somewhere even farther above, the Council of Nine was watching her, to keep an eye on her performance. Were they anything less than professionals, she would have been concerned that they were watching her dress. It would be quite the show, for Cel was no longer wearing her usual conservative robes that flowed down her body with the simple majesty of a waterfall, hanging just loosely enough to conceal her figure in the process. Rather, her clothing now consisted of a sleeveless tunic and a shorter, more practical skirt (both still in the traditional yellow), completed with the sort of boots a farmer would wear in the winter and simple hand wraps that were only now being tied up. Suffice it to say she was showing quite a generous amount of her fair brass skin, which her peers at the Academy would no doubt have enjoyed despite her remarkably average appearance.
In any event, there was no chance of spectators seeing the curves Cel so rarely displayed. The Council trials were conducted in a private arena, overseen exclusively by the Nine themselves, and the Nine had no reason to take interest in someone wearing sparring gear they’d seen a million times before. And as if a million times weren’t enough, Cel was going to show them again. With all her clothing in order and dark hair arranged just so – it was short enough to keep loose, but it couldn’t just be left to its own devices – she stepped out into the arena proper, draining the contents of the waterskin she’d brought with her on the way out. She didn’t know what exactly the trials would entail, or how long they would last. Best to start well-hydrated and not worry about it later.
Standing in the center of the arena, Cel raised a hand and produced a golden flame, which she flickered a few times before dropping entirely. Up above, she could see a figure walk up to a window in the cavern wall, and a magically-amplified voice rang out.
“Ready? Fine. You stand before the Council of the Nine Masters of Medru Dalach, to prove to us your worth to serve at our side.” This Councillor was known to Cel as Varassus, and he sounded incredibly bored as he droned on with his announcement. “Each of us has prepared for you a test designed to push your knowledge and skills to their absolute limits. You must successfully complete each of the nine trials, then you will be tested in a tenth challenge arranged by the entire Council. As any one of us does not know what the content of the other eight trials will be, you are on your own. We are not allowed to provide guidance or aid, though we will intervene to the best of our abilities if it is absolutely necessary. If you leave this cavern, your trials are forfeit, but there are otherwise no rules or limitations. You must complete the tasks set before you by whatever means possible.” Councillor Varassus cleared his throat, now speaking with more energy. “And, official speech aside, on a more personal note, Cel, remember that you are here because we believed in your skills. You are young, yes, but don’t worry. We won’t let that cloud our judgment. You will be subjected to the same rigorous tests as anyone else and held to the same exalted standards. There is only one advantage you get here today, and that is that if you pass these trials now, your position among us is secured – you will be immediately granted the next seat to open, as we have already discussed. But remember that if you fail and come back to try again, we cannot extend this same offer.”
Then the world went dark and the Councillor continued to speak. “Anyways, your first trial is something I’m sure you’ll find relevant to your studies.” When Cel’s vision returned, Councillor Varassus had retreated from the window, and in the arena a forge had appeared alongside a table, on which lay an assortment of metal bars. Cel recognized silver and gold, and a few others known for their ability to take magic like a sponge.
The Councillor was right: Cel’s studies had primarily focused on enchantment, and now she was being asked to create one of the enchanted metals. The only problem was that the two most well-known metals were beyond her abilities – literally impossible for her, as they demanded a type of magic she couldn’t use. But of course Varassus wouldn’t expect her to make either of those, knowing that. That would be too easy, anyways, just a case of melting the silver down, imbuing the molten metal with energy, then turning it back into a bar.
No, it had to be something involving more than one metal. That would make it the hardest to not only enchant, but also to reform to a usable state. But that had its own problem too. Cel had heard of an enchanted metal that made use of everything she’d been given here, but it still needed magic she didn’t have access to. It would theoretically require at least one other person, though realistically she’d need the help of two of the Councillors, which was obviously out of the question.
That just left one alternative: a complex enchantment that normally needed four people, but Cel’s magic allowed her to do alone. It wouldn’t need all the metals she’d been given, though perhaps that was the trap – assume they want all the metals used then ask for help because the task is impossible alone, then instantly fail for not seeing the alternatives. They’d have to try harder than that if they wanted Cel to fall for their tricks. Indeed, she simply grabbed up the metals she’d need and headed to the forge, where she worked at melting down each piece individually. Drop one bar in, and feed the forge fire and air from her own hands. When it became malleable enough, she’d imbue it with energy and move on to the next piece, until she had four so enchanted.
And then there was the hard part. All four pieces had to be melted down again, and re-enchanted at the same time. Done incorrectly, the resulting mess would just be a worthless blob of mildly-magical metal. But with skilled hands, such as, say, those of someone who’d spent the last six years studying every form of enchantment known to man – including several supposedly invented by the dragons of ancient myth – it wouldn’t be difficult so much as it would be annoying. Little details needed to be just right, like when the forge should be fed or fanned, and when each energy should be added.
But, of course, in time Cel pulled out a bar of metal that almost looked silver, except for its golden shine. She waved it over her head and felt its weight leave her as her vision faded again and the next Councillor spoke.
“Hm, how about something a little more energetic? Mine is a combat trial. The test begins when you have armed yourself.”
When Cel could see again, the arena had been cleared out entirely, devoid of everything but its own walls and floor.
“Clever bastard you are, Renagor,” Cel muttered. There were no weapons available, even in the preparation area which was still open. “I have to arm myself but you don’t give me weapons? And if I ask for one I fail. I see how it is.” She laughed quietly as she continued talking to herself. “Good thing I know what the real test is here, hm? How’s this for armed?”
With that, she raised her right hand over her head and drew it back, a line of dust following the path and taking the shape of Cel’s favored cross-spear. Then she slammed the spear on the ground in front of her and crossed both arms over her body as black iron enveloped her. And when she brought her arms back to her sides, the Second Councillor’s voice sounded again.
“Ready? Ah, good. This is a little trick I picked up from my nephew, believe it or not. I’ve found it to be very convenient. You should find it quite the opposite.”
There was a pause after he finished speaking, during which he was presumably waving his hands around or some such thing, then three dark figures seemed to crawl out of the shadows. All three took the shape of Councillor Renagor, and all three carried traditional elven weapons. One had a glaive, another had a staff, and the last brandished a warhammer and cowered behind a tower shield.
The one with the glaive moved first, surging across the arena with such speed that it simply turned into a cloud of dark smoke. Not even a second later, the mage shadow lifted its staff, and by the time it struck the ground the first shadow had materialized again. Its strike prompted a hasty defense from Cel, who managed to get the shadow’s glaive caught between one of the lugs on her spear and its head, but she was hit from the side by a ball of dark energy before she could take advantage of this.
She recovered quickly enough to block another attack from the first shadow, this time grabbing its weapon in her left hand and kicking the shadow away. The glaive disintegrated on its own accord and Cel wove around a few more attacks from the mage shadow, then grabbed the cross of her spear with her free hand and drove it into the shadow she’d disarmed. The shadow at first crumbled into the attack like any normal person would upon being violently impaled, but after a brief moment exploded into dark smoke which went to rejoin the shadows cast by the arena walls.
The remaining two shadow figures didn’t seem the least bit unnerved – unsurprising, considering they were merely magical constructs – and they both went straight to work as if nothing had happened. The one with the hammer had moved in front of the mage to provide cover, and the mage had its free hand in the air.
Cel started to move in a wide circle around the two shadows, and when the mage finally threw the energy it was collecting, she jumped out of the way with more than enough time to watch the blast crash into the arena wall and dissolve with no effect. Then she just went back to what she was doing, weaving around the barrage that the mage was now unleashing, until the one with the shield was just at the edge of her spear’s range.
The mage refused to yield, so Cel kept herself low as she stepped forward and hooked the edge of the other shadow’s shield with the cross of her spear. The shadow saw this as an error, so simply took advantage of this to shove Cel’s spear aside while the mage prepared another assault. Unfortunate for the shadows, then, that that was exactly what she wanted, using the momentum she’d been given to swing her weapon around past the shieldbearer, slicing into the mage with the spear’s head. The mage burst like the previous shadow, and now the shieldbearer was left alone.
Alone, but not without options, of course. The last shadow brought up its shield again and charged straight for Cel, ramming into her before she could bring her spear back around to defend. The shadow immediately followed up by striking her with its hammer before she could regain balance.
Of course, her armor was well-made and properly-fitted, so the blow didn’t hurt, exactly. But then all the plating and padding didn’t quite cancel out the force of the hammer either. That wouldn’t be much of a problem on its own – Cel could deal with a little blunt shock – but things had aligned in just such a way that getting hit in that particular location brought her attention to a more personal issue, if only for a moment. Good for her that it was an issue she could ignore, at least for now, because she couldn’t spare the moment to give it any more thought than simply acknowledging that this was the result of keeping herself hydrated.
The shadow’s intervention only served to prove that there was no time to think – it had thrown another strike at Cel, though this one she was able to stop with her left arm. The shock of the impact was enough to indicate that maybe doing that again would be a very stupid idea, and that she was extremely fortunate to be wearing armor at that particular moment.
Even so, Cel was able to immediately turn around and grab at the shadow’s hammer, though before she could take it for herself she was struck in the chest with the shield and forced to release the weapon. This time she recovered quickly enough to back off out of the shadow’s range before it could do anything else, and retaliated with a few two-handed jabs, though each collided harmlessly with the massive shield. The shadow responded with a wide swing of its hammer, and Cel grabbed its arm to stop the attack. The shadow, in turn, moved to bash her with the shield, only to have it collide rather harmlessly with her spear. Cel kept hold of the shadow’s weapon arm and moved her spear such that the cross was hooked around the edge of the shield. Now in control, Cel threw the shadow’s arms open and quickly drove her spear into where its heart would be. The shadow staggered backwards for a moment, then started a swing aimed directly at Cel’s head – though just as the hammer would have struck the side of her helm, the shadow dissolved like the others.
Taking a deep breath, Cel dropped her spear, and it faded away before it could hit the ground. Then she took a little step forward, stretching her arms out from her sides while the armor dissipated as well. A moment later, Councillor Renagor’s voice rang out again.
“Hm. Very physical. Interesting. Obviously I’ve heard of your order from Sentagon, how your people avoid using magic unless it’s absolutely necessary.” He paused for a second. “Admirable, I must say. You’re taught to respect the magic – to fear it, to fear your own power. If only everyone could have such discipline. Ah, but now… Attraeon?”
Renagor’s voice faded out as he spoke his last sentence, and shortly after he finished speaking, there was a different voice. “Yes, yes, right.” This Councillor coughed before moving on. “Ah, well. Excellent progress so far, but you’re coming for my seat, and I’m sure you know how hard it is to impress me.” Cel’s vision faded again and the Councillor kept talking. “But this… This is special. I don’t just want to be impressed. No, what you have to do…. Suffice it to say that even I haven’t ever actually done this. Nobody has. Not in centuries.” The darkness passed, and the Councillor finished as Cel gazed upon a massive obelisk in the center of the arena. “Enjoy being the first.”
The obelisk was a simple stone pillar, inhumanly smooth and apparently made out of the same material as the arena itself. This sort of monument was fairly common – there was a much larger version of the same thing up on the surface, out in one of the central plazas of Medru Dalach’s campus, and there were a great deal of them scattered around the countryside and at the edges of cities in most places. Cel knew exactly what this was, so as she looked at the pillar and considered the challenge, all she could do was stare and silently mouth the words “what the fuck”.
And there was good reason for that – structures like this obelisk were so widespread because of their magical properties. These things acted as conduits for teleportation, enabling travel over long distances to those that had the skills. And in the Fifteen, at least, the obelisks – lodestones, the locals called them – had stood for nearly a thousand years, spaced a few miles apart to cover almost the entire continent. None of them had ever been disabled, and because they covered all the important areas save for more recent constructions like Oraculum, nobody ever bothered to build more.
The Councillor definitely wasn’t exaggerating – this was extremely special, and enchanting a lodestone would be beyond impressive. It’d be legendary. But of course, there was a reason for that as well. Because it had been centuries since the last time one had been enchanted, nobody knew how to do it, strictly speaking. No doubt Councillor Attraeon knew it, in theory, but especially with something like this, theoretical knowledge and practical knowledge were two entirely different things. Even Cel theoretically knew how to enchant a lodestone, as a consequence of studying enchanting at the world’s most prestigious magical academy. But the problem was: how could that knowledge be applied? Just one way to find out.
Cel approached the inert shrine and gently laid a hand on it – it certainly felt devoid of all power, so this would need to be done from nothing. She circled around the obelisk a few times, leaving her hand to brush against it. When she finally stopped, she put her free hand onto the lodestone as well, and leaned forwards into it. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and just as her head was about to touch the pillar, her body turned to smoke and reformed on the other side of the obelisk. She took a few steps to regain proper balance, then turned around to look at the stone again. It didn’t seem to have changed at all, so she shrugged, took a step forward, and teleported back to the other side, the smoke weaving around the pillar. Of course, still nothing had happened.
“Hmph.” Cel fell into a sitting position and folded her arms, the motion leaving what was under her skirt visible for just a moment before everything settled into place again. There she sat for some time, her head tilted slightly and the fingers of one hand drumming on the opposite arm. Perhaps she was there for only a few minutes, perhaps for a few hours. It was nearly impossible to tell for sure, but eventually she did stand up again, and approached the lodestone again with a sigh.
This time, she held both hands out at her sides, and when she brought them forward to touch the pillar they had a yellow glow about them. Another deep breath and Cel leaned in as if she were trying to push the lodestone away, moving her hands in small circles over the stone.
She stood like this for some time, and was about to give up and try something else when the pillar started to glow with the same aura that she was projecting herself. Seeing this, Cel pushed off against the lodestone and jumped back, and with her hands still in front of her she unleashed a stream of yellow energy at the stone; the energy initially struck with no effect, parting to move around the pillar, but when it did that it simply got absorbed on the other side. A few seconds of that, and the assault was cut off, Cel running forward again to strike the pillar with one hand. The resulting glow was even brighter than before, and when her hand was removed, the light of ancient magical symbols shone briefly on the stone before fading away. Then she teleported to the top of the pillar, balancing on its tip for a moment, then jumping off and striking it again while she dissolved to teleport back to the ground.
When her body reformed, she took a deep breath again, crossed her arms over her chest and bent forward slightly. With one quick motion, she straightened out and her arms flew open, releasing a blast of the same golden energy in all directions, which the lodestone absorbed before any of the energy could hit the other walls of the arena.
Then, it was a simple matter of just approaching the stone and touching it. If all went well, all Cel would need to do was focus.
Indeed, upon touching the stone, Cel’s vision blurred and her ears were filled with the sound of rushing air, and when she could see again, the Nine had her backs to her. From this position, she could just barely see the top of the lodestone below. It didn’t take long for the Councillors to realize what had happened, and they all turned to face her – their reactions varied from shock (be that because she had actually succeeded, or because she teleported into the observation room to prove it) to utter indifference. Cel responded with a simple, smug bow before disappearing into the arena again.
“Um, well, I’m not sure that was necessary, but…” Even Attraeon’s sigh was amplified. “Yeah, fine, good work. Now, even if you fail, you can say you’re the only person alive who’s ever done that.”
The next voice had an accent Cel had only ever heard at the Academy – thick and tinted with the age of both the Councillor and his native tongue. “Now let us see,” he said. “Here is something else special for you. Very important to my people, these are, but to you, perhaps it is just a slab of rock.” The world went dark again, of course. “Even so, to be a Councillor you must know magic from all parts of the world. I am sure you know much that comes from the Origin of Man, so let us see just how far this knowledge goes.”
When Cel could see again, the obelisk had been replaced with almost exactly what the Councillor said it would be: a slab of rock, essentially a large stone table. It brought back memories of the altar in the temple back home. But obviously the challenge wouldn’t be so easy – surely Councillor Nemthuur would have known about this, especially with one Star Priest on the Council already. No, this particular altar had a different purpose.
Whatever it was, Cel was getting those all-too-familiar signals from her body that it’d be best if she figured it out quickly. Sure, she could leave now – no penalty for leaving the arena to deal with things like that so long as she stayed underground – but for now, she could wait just fine. As far as she was concerned, she’d have to anyways. Something so mundane wasn’t about to interfere with the most important tests of her life. Though, she would have to drink something pretty soon, and with no way to tell how long the remaining tests would take, that could very well cause problems.
Problems to deal with when they arise. For now, the problem was figuring out what the Councillor’s altar was for. If it was like the others Cel had seen, it likely had some sort of teleportation functionality, or perhaps it was an amplifier that needed the correct ritual to activate.
Too bad for her that Councillor Nemthuur was very much aware that ritual magic like this was her weakness – especially with something so foreign. Sure, if he’d just given her this slab and told her to enchant it to do whatever it was supposed to do, she could do that well enough, but just reaching out for it demonstrated it was overflowing with magical energy. Getting an existing enchantment to actually do something, especially without knowing what it did in the first place? That was a challenge.
A challenge, but not an insurmountable one. Cel walked up to the altar and laid a hand on it, closing her eyes to try and figure out what all that energy was trying to do. Something about it felt wrong, so Cel frowned and put her other hand on the altar as well. A few minutes of concentration revealed that the energy felt as though it were coming from somewhere else – where exactly, who could say, but that meant one thing: the altar summoned something.
Specifically, whatever was on the other end of the connection. A reverse teleportation enchantment, essentially. No doubt this was a simplification of what Nemthuur would have used in his homeland, but what chance had anyone from any other part of the world to figure out the real ritual?
Of course, being easier than it could have been wasn’t saying much – sure, the altar could summon something, and it was already linked to whatever that thing was, but summoning was a fairly peculiar skill, rare if not nonexistent everywhere except in Nemthuur’s homeland of Vinumur. It wasn’t even taught at Medru Dalach, for all their notoriety, because it was so utterly useless outside of obscure religious rituals practiced only by the oldest civilizations. Well, it was useful for that and Council trials, because it wouldn’t be a proper test to become a master among masters if it didn’t test one’s skills at things one would never need to know again.
Cel stayed in that position, hands on the altar and eyes closed, while she considered how to do what needed to be done. Theoretically, she could just pull the energy through and hope that whatever was on the other end of the connection would come along with it – but that was just as likely to destroy the altar, the connected thing, or both.
But wait – if it were already connected, perhaps the teleportation idea wasn’t all that far off. Teleporting was already essentially just taking something – one’s own body in practice – and putting it somewhere else. That concept could easily be applied in the opposite direction, as long as there was a way to tap into the energy of whatever needed to be moved.
Conveniently…
Cel waved one hand over the altar in a large circle, holding the other steady just above it for a moment, until there was a burst of flame that forced her to pull her arms back. The flame rose from the altar, assuming the form of, according to the legends, a dragon. It continued to rise for a brief moment, then disappeared in a bright flash and a shower of embers.
“I did not expect that to be so easy for you.” The Councillor’s voice confirmed that was supposed to happen. “Interesting. If you maintain this, we will speak again for your final trial.”
His voice faded, followed shortly by Cel’s vision. It returned as usual, and the edges of the arena had become a pool of water. There was quiet for a moment, then a woman’s voice, ancient and monotone, was heard above. “Do something useful with this.”
Useful? Well, it was useful now – for Cel at least, whose first choice was to kneel in front of the water and get herself a few handfuls to drink. She was already being made well aware that she’d regret that soon, but such things were far better problems to deal with than dehydration.
Anyways, what could Councillor Theryl have wanted? Surely a ninety-year-old legendary alchemist would know better than to give an enchantment trial to a skilled enchanter with no concept of humility. But then, unless Cel was to somehow magically pull together a brewery, there was very little useful to be done with water otherwise.
Plus, Theryl was definitely the sort to lay traps for overthinkers, especially when she decided to teach classes personally. “Oh, this is too obvious, it must be something else,” her students would think. “There must be something else she wants us to do.” Then they’d fail because she actually just wanted them to brew tea.
Usually they didn’t fall for that more than once. It was her special way of inducting the first-years into a system they’d likely never seen before. But Cel was in her sixth year. Seeing one of Theryl’s traps at that point was, to say the least, odd, especially when she was testing to find someone that she’d be working with.
Ah, but she wasn’t looking for skills, was she? No, this was a logic test. To see if Cel could be tripped up not by Theryl’s traps, but by the context of the trials. Everyone knew what to expect from the Councillor in a classroom setting, but surely those expectations wouldn’t apply to a test to join the Council. And that was the trap.
In any case, the water had already been enchanted while Cel was considering these things – she’d been absentmindedly waving her hands around, as something as trivial as making healing water had become second-nature to her – so by the time she’d finished her thoughts she couldn’t see anything anymore. Theryl hadn’t said anything, unsurprisingly, and presumably she was nodding in approval up in the Council’s little spectating room. The next Councillor was entirely silent, too, leaving Cel staring at a segmented pillar when her vision returned.
It had old runes carved into it, the sort that Cel couldn’t read but everyone with magic knew vaguely what they meant. One of them was glowing, the one for fire.
Cel cocked her head and muttered “Fire?” Then she shrugged and made a quick swiping motion in front of her with one hand. She’d launched a small golden fireball at the pillar, and when it struck the rune that segment rotated away and a different one lit up. Air.
‘Is that all this is?’ Cel audibly groaned and finished her thought. ‘Great, this isn’t going to end well at all…’ With a sigh, she gave a quick punch with her right hand, and across the room the pillar changed again. Water. Slightly more complicated, but all it took was a bit of a circular motion to pull some of the moisture from the air and send it at the pillar. Then it was earth.
Cel stomped with her right foot to bring up a rock to throw. Except that never happened. The ground stayed firmly in the ground, so she tried again, and still nothing. She reached out to pull at one of the walls, then the ceiling, and even the other walls, and nothing happened.
“Yeah, of course.” Cel sighed, rubbing her forehead for a moment, then putting both arms out in front of her and focusing. Her hands started to shake after a little while, and then a bit later pebbles started to form from apparently nothing, eventually coalescing into a rock just large enough to throw.
So, of course, that rock was immediately hurled at the pillar, which was apparently satisfied and turned to show the fire symbol again. Cel raised an eyebrow and threw another fireball at it, but this time that did nothing. She tried again, and again, no response. Cel leaned back slightly and put out her hands in a motion that on its own said “what is this nonsense?”
Further consideration, though, caused her to direct one of those hands to her face as she realized that this solution was obvious. She widened her stance, took a deep breath, and started to move both arms in wide circular motions. The first hand started near the ground to make a spark, and the second caught the lightning in front of her and dragged it out even more, eventually leading back to trade the energy between both hands a few times. Then one foot suddenly shot out and her stance had changed entirely – where her body had been facing the pillar before, now she was turned to face the wall with the Councillors’ viewing window, both arms stretched out in opposite directions. The same instant, there was a deafening crash and the lightning Cel had been working on was gone without a trace, save for Cel’s hair now being significantly less orderly.
Cel relaxed and went back to her normal stance, but the pillar changed again. It was still the symbol for fire, but now it was glowing white, not red.
“Is that-“ Cel whispered, eyes wide, watching the pillar to make sure it was correct about what it wanted. “They don’t really- Naaah, fuck.” It was. They did.
Cel took a moment to calm herself down – deep breaths, closed eyes, she’d even sat down again – and went back to talking to herself. “Alright, well, that’s… How am I going to do that? They’re not going to take anything less than perfect, for sure… But can I even do perfect?” She brought her elbows to rest on her legs and let her hands support her head. “Well, not like there’s all that much of a choice. If they really want to see it… I’m going to give them perfect.”
She stood up, breathed deep again, and held her hands out to her sides. Golden flames appeared in each, and she brought her hands to her front and tried to press them together. The flames resisted, of course – part of why getting this perfect was so difficult; it was hard to even do it at all to begin with – but Cel wasn’t about to give up. She simply tried harder, the effort and heat causing her to break a sweat for the first time in her trials. The flames started to swirl around each other as she focused on nothing but the task at hand.
But then she suddenly jumped back a bit and dropped the fire as she felt warmth somewhere that the flames couldn’t have affected. Cel’s body tensed and she pressed her legs together for a moment, not daring to check to confirm what she already knew had happened. She looked over her shoulder at the entrance to the arena. It was still open, she could leave now and come right back without penalty. She could, or she could finish what she’d started.
Well, that was hardly much of a choice, was it?
Without any further hesitation, Cel had her fire in hand again, right back to what she’d been doing – though this time with a slightly tighter stance and a divided focus – to make it seem like she’d made some mistake the last time. Perhaps they’d think she’d burned herself a little, or something.
She’d duck out in between tests once this was done. Leaving in the middle of one was just unprofessional. This would just… take a while, is all. Certainly not long enough to be a problem if Cel paid attention.
At any rate, she’d already committed to the test, and now that she’d doubled down on it, things were going well, if slowly. It did take a few minutes for the flames to join into one, and from there it was a (theoretically) simple matter of compressing that even further. More effort, more focus. And a little bit of focus on making sure that cold spot didn’t get warm again.
The flame eventually became a white ball resembling a small sun. But it still wasn’t good enough. More effort, more focus. The ball was still hot, still glowing. That wouldn’t do. That wasn’t perfect. Cel threw her arms out to her sides, ripping the ball in half, then forced them back together just as quickly – keeping her head turned so that the resulting blast of heat only warmed up her ear a little bit. Then she pressed her hands even closer together, gradually closing in around the ball until her hands met. When they opened again, she was carrying that ball of energy in her left hand, feeling around it with her right and being very careful to not actually touch it. The absolute lack of any heat – or light, for that matter – coming off of it made it far more dangerous than any regular fire, but also confirmed one very important thing.
It was perfect.
And so it was thrown, and when it hit the pillar, the runes stopped glowing and the pillar retreated into the ground. Cel’s vision faded with but a single word from the Councillor: “Impressive.”
The next one was more talkative. “I must say, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen anyone get this far so quickly and so easily,” he said. “And, of course, we’re not supposed to give you any help, but I’m sure the other eight will agree with me when I tell you…” Cel’s vision returned during the Councillor’s pause, and in the middle of the arena there was now a collection of tables covered in alchemical instruments, plants, and bottles of various liquids. The setup was completed by a lectern off to the side, the book on it already open to a particular page. “If I didn’t give you the directions, you wouldn’t stand a chance at finishing this trial. So I’m not looking for you to know anything. No, this is actually fairly straightforward, and I’m sure this trial is going to… Well, it may just beat the arrogance out of you. I’m actually hoping otherwise; this place just wouldn’t be the same without someone like you around.” He paused for just a moment. “Eh, anyways, just do what the book says.”
Cel had already made her way over to the book while the Councillor was speaking and had already scanned the page by the time he’d stopped. It actually was fairly straightforward. One very simple task: make the potion described in the book. No tricks, no distractions. Just a potion.
Or, more specifically, create the single most powerful and complicated potion ever to have been made by human hands. Trivial, really.
After all, everything Cel needed was out on the tables, and the book told her exactly what to do. That of course didn’t change the fact that Cel’s heart had nearly stopped when she first read the list of ingredients. This particular potion left absolutely no room for error, and there were only enough materials for a single attempt. If even one thing was ever so slightly off, the entire thing would be ruined and the trial failed. In retrospect, perhaps the cold fire didn’t need to be perfect, but this absolutely did – the end result literally could not possibly exist in any state other than perfection.
But this was fine. Cel just had to pay attention to what she was doing, be careful, and it’d turn out alright. She didn’t even need to enchant the water herself, all she had to do was work the instruments and mix the ingredients.
There would no way to stop once she’d started, though. Even looking away for longer than it would take to blink would mean potentially missing a vital timing. Logically, this would be the perfect time to do whatever needed doing – especially pressing concerns that had brought themselves up in the prior test. But, come to think of it, Cel wasn’t really feeling it all that badly anymore. Perhaps it was just the strain from trying to work the cold fire that had set things off. There’d be nothing like that here, just staring at tubes and putting leaves into things. And if it wasn’t all that critical, it could wait until later…
Cel glanced at the exit – still open – for only a moment as she picked up the book and moved it to the workbench, setting it down directly in front of where she’d be standing for the duration. Pouring out the contents of a bottle into one of the strange vessels and lightning a fire below it marked the point of no return, and from there she set about doing whatever else the book instructed her to do. Crush this plant, put this thing over there, pour this onto that, light this on fire, turn this valve…
If not for the fact that everything had to be timed and portioned exactly correctly, this would actually be fairly monotonous. It did boil down to just following directions, after all. But that was part of the difficulty of doing this alone rather than with the traditional team of maybe a half-dozen alchemists. Everything was important, every sound, every detail. All the bubbling from the various reactions would be background noise anywhere else, but here, the sound from each individual vessel meant something. Dismissing those sounds as the typical droning of an alchemist’s workstation would mean disaster.
Ah, but, perhaps something else should have been held with the same regard…
Of course, that would be a far less significant disaster, but with everything going on now Cel was starting to regret having ignored her needs for so long. Now she couldn’t leave and was stuck watching things boil and drip. Her situation could have been better, to put it mildly.
Though, honestly, it could have been worse too. At the moment she was standing fairly normally, just with her legs pressed together and occasionally a slight shuffle. If she could risk dividing her attention, she’d probably have forced herself to stand still and proper, but it was better to let her body take control of holding on while her mind concentrated on what would hopefully become the panacea she was supposed to be making.
Things were looking good on that front, at least. Everything had gone well so far, and right now it was just a series of slight adjustments to things that had already been set up earlier. That certainly didn’t mean she could pay any less attention to it, though: a “slight” adjustment could mean something so minute that whatever needed to be adjusted would be changed too much by touching it a little too intensely. But it was still a nice bit of a break until things needed to start being brought away from the heat, at which point it was business as usual again.
Near to usual, anyways, as the strain on Cel’s body had only been increasing the entire time, and with both hands needed to work the alchemical instruments…
Well, better to not think about that – especially since she literally couldn’t afford to think about anything else anyways. Still, it had gotten to the point where even if she could dedicate any willpower to it, she wouldn’t be able to stop the constant motion of her legs. And because she had to focus on the trial, she couldn’t actively suppress the pressure down there either – just let herself feel the dull ache for a while, minimized only by the fact that it wasn’t the most important thing at the moment.
As time went on, though, things were only moving in one direction, and with her mind focused on the potion, Cel’s body was left to its own devices. Only her inseparable legs and subconscious willpower were keeping things (mostly) dry below, but everything has a breaking point… Cel was finding it increasingly difficult to stand still as the trial dragged on, forcing her upper body to remain mostly steady by pure necessity while her legs shook and tried to dance.
Cel was aware of the warmth when it appeared, but she could do nothing about it and was forced to feel the wetness expand before it stopped on its own. She was running out of time, but fortunately so was the potion. It would be close, and she was already wet, but there was a chance. There were only a few steps left in the preparation, and the only evidence of anything having gone wrong was under her skirt, which nobody with a brain would risk provoking her ire to check. Cel’s legs crossed tighter as the warm spot was freshened up and she forced herself to finish the potion as quickly as the procedure would allow. That was all she had to do. All the hard parts were over already. Just finish the damn potion.
It probably would have been easier if “finish the potion” meant anything other than “pour these liquids together in specific amounts that need to be measured out exactly.” Suffice it to say that pouring things into other things was not exactly what Cel wanted to be doing if she couldn’t pour things from her own body into… well, anything would do, really, so long as it wasn’t her own clothes. Not that her body was giving her much choice in that matter – her bladder was burning and its patience wearing thin, leaving her wet spot with no time to cool off and a puddle at her feet that could hopefully be passed off as excess fluid from the instruments. Not much longer, though…
Cel’s control was slipping for good by the time the final potion was getting bottled, and by the time it was finished she was producing a steady trickle, so as soon as she was done she dropped the potion onto the table and threw herself at one of the arena walls – the one with the Councillors above, so they couldn’t see her given the angle. The Councillor whose challenge she’d just finished said something she wasn’t listening to, and when her vision faded to confirm that her potion was correct, she gave up. Back against the wall, legs spread out slightly, Cel let go.
Her already-wet black panties were destroyed almost instantly, the flood creating a puddle that quickly reached to her boots. Before she could even see again, Cel closed her eyes, sighed, and lowered herself to the ground, hiking up her skirt to save it from the damage she was doing to everything else. Some part of her found some humor in this situation – this hadn’t been the first time something like this had happened, and of course she hadn’t learned from then. Though, at least now she wasn’t in public, and there wasn’t even anyone around to see her. Her torrent died down quickly, though despite both the volume she’d released and how long it’d taken, Cel knew she wasn’t quite done – she never was, when something like this happened; she’d always end up only letting out about half of whatever was in her if she was pushed to the end, just enough to feel better immediately, but also enough that she’d still need to deal with it properly soon anyways. As far as she was concerned, though, she was done. She wouldn’t be able to force anything else to happen just yet anyways, so she stood up, sliding off her ruined delicates as she did so. She wrung them out into the puddle she’d made as best she could then attempted to use them to dry off her legs (to minimal effect) before summoning up a magical fire to destroy them.
And then she looked up. The next trial had been prepared with a very simple setup. A small circular platform and a table nearby with various sacred oils and ritualistic instruments. And the next Councillor was standing in the arena, too, with his back to Cel, clearly very uncomfortable. Cel’s face immediately turned red and she looked around for some way to explain what had just happened. Technically it wasn’t against the rules to piss on the floor of the trial arena, but it was shameful, and went completely against the image Cel had tried to create for herself at Medru Dalach. She was already practically a kid to everyone else at the academy, and while everyone could overlook one public incident, another happening for the exact same reason would be devastating for her.
But there was nothing Cel could blame but her own pride, so she cautiously approached Councillor Sentagon without a word. He turned around to face her when she got close, and they both seemed to be actively avoiding eye contact. Sentagon spoke first.
“Um, well… you, uh… you do know that wasn’t the kind of limit we were testing for, right?” He gave a half-hearted chuckle. “But, ah, are you alright? Do you need to go wash up or something first?”
“N-no, sir, I’m fine.” Cel’s legs came together again, if only to hide the fact that she was now bare beneath her skirt.
“You sure?” Sentagon cleared his throat. “Alright, well, I’ll just, uh, not tell anyone about this, and we’ll both pretend it never happened, yeah?” When Cel nodded silently, he went on. “It’s no big deal, this stuff happens. You see it a lot in ninety years, trust me. Ah, but, anyways.” He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Back to business. I’m actually down here because it’s the only way to figure out if you’re doing this correctly. Could have sent anyone down here, really, could even have you work with one of Renagor’s shadows, but I honestly don’t trust the judgment of anyone but myself with this. And I’m sure you wouldn’t want to perform this particular ritual on anyone not of our faith anyways.”
“And this ritual is…?” Cel tugged at the front of her skirt. Suddenly it felt too small.
“You’re going to act like I’m being initiated as our High Priest. I expect you to perform this ritual exactly as if it were real, so do be careful with it.”
Cel leaned back a bit and raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s…”
“Monumentally rare, yes. Even, eh, even our Hierophants, we actually need to know it, but we’re never expected to do it. You were never expected to learn it, you never would have had to do it, but I know you know it and can do it anyways. So, am I right?”
There was a fierce nod from Cel and she spoke with her usual conviction. “Damn right, sir.”
The Councillor chuckled. “That’s the spirit. Now…” He reached up to his shoulder and untied the blue sash that served as part of his uniform, tossing it aside and letting it dissolve. Then he worked his way out of the white button shirt beneath, letting that disappear to the same place as the sash. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said, turning to face the entrance to the arena and falling to one knee, his gaze immutably directed to the ground.
Cel walked over to the table nearby and set about looking through the bottles and tools upon it. “So, I don’t suppose you’re allowed to talk anymore, huh?”
“No.”
“Yeah, figures. Now, what was… Ah, yes…” She picked up a small vial of oil and a piece of yellow cloth from the table, ripping the cork from the vial with her teeth and soaking the fabric in its contents as thoroughly as possible. Then she brought the cloth to the Councillor and drew it down his back several times, hesitantly muttering in a long-forgotten language as she did so – she didn’t know what the words meant, hardly anyone did, but they were important. When she spoke the last word, accidentally making it sound like a question, the Councillor responded with conviction in the same language.
The cloth was left draped over Sentagon’s neck as Cel brought a bowl of water from the table. She lifted it above herself with another ancient word, waited for the Councillor’s response, then poured the contents over his head. She took a knife from the table and came around to Sentagon’s front – he was still staring at the ground as before, but now lifted up one arm. Cel drew blood from his arm, and Sentagon looked up slightly, with eyes shut – she took with two fingers the Councillor’s blood and pressed those fingers into his forehead, then did the same with her own blood. The cuts weren’t deep by any possible description, but she still pressed an open hand against each. Sentagon’s only response was a sharp breath as Cel’s hand grew hot enough to seal the wound, and she reacted vocally when she did the same to herself.
Then the cloth was brought over to cover Sentagon’s face, and he was pushed back so that his body was straight and his head was pointed towards the ceiling. Cel pressed a hand to his chest and there was a yellow glow for a moment, then the cloth was removed and more instruments brought out – this time a plain white cloth, a brush, and ink. The white cloth was used to remove the oil from Sentagon’s back, then, with the brush coated in ink, Cel drew sacred symbols onto the Councillor, slowly and carefully, while speaking another ancient prayer just as slowly. Sentagon responded firmly when she finished, then he stood and looked straight ahead.
A staff was brought out from the table, Cel bringing this to Sentagon’s front. They each held the staff with two hands, and Cel gave one last chant with her eyes closed. She let go of the staff when she’d finished, and the Councillor bowed his head, speaking a single ancient word.
Then he handed the staff back to Cel and stretched, a golden light removing the ink from his body and a swirl of dust returning his clothes to him.
“Alright, yes.” He reached up to his head and magically pulled the water from his hair, tossing it aside. “Fine, very good. I just need to check what the others saw you draw. It felt right, but I am clearly not in a position to render judgment on something I have not seen. You’ll hear the results soon.” Then he dissolved into a cloud of dust that shot up towards the observation room.
Cel took advantage of the downtime and used one of the spare cleaning cloths on her legs, which had only been made more wet by her earlier attempt at drying them off. There was a quiet gasp from her as the cloth found its way under her skirt, apparently also finding a sensitive spot – but there was no time to fool around with that, so she moved on and tossed the cloth to the side when she was done. The rest of her spare time was spent looking at the excess materials left for her, including a bottle of clean water that she downed – presumably it had been intended for refilling the bowl if something should have happened, but now it was a drink.
Her vision faded almost as soon as the bottle met with the table again, and the voice was that of Varassus this time, not Sentagon. “Well, that was… a rather unusual trial. I won’t pretend to know what Master Sentagon was thinking, but I trust him when he says he rendered you no aid, and I trust his judgment. Of course, all eight of us were watching and he requested our opinion to aid in his decision. Perhaps we are not the best at explaining what we saw, but Sentagon found our input adequate to render judgment on your trial.”
Cel’s vision returned, and her heart sank when she saw the arena was empty. Her mind was filled with thoughts of what she might have done wrong, and she hardly heard the Councillor’s announcement. She heard something, and froze. What was that he said? It didn’t sound like “failed”.
There was no time to consider this, though, and the next voice that rang out put her mind at ease. It was the last Councillor. “Well, I must say,” he started. “I am sorry to have ever doubted you, Cel. Honestly, I am… amazed at the challenges the others have given you today. And I’m equally amazed at how absolutely none of them seemed to be of any challenge at all. I’m also disappointed, because I know that there is nothing I can give you at this point that is going to stop you from joining us. I may have underestimated you, but now… Now the world is going to know who you are, and all you have to do is clear two more trials. There is no way that I can see that you would fail them, so consider this a break. Something simple that will allow you to rest in preparation for your last test.”
There was a blinding flash, and when it passed the arena was filled with what seemed to be walls made of light, waves of energy assembled into blocks that seemed to interact and intersect in impossible ways. There was only a little bit of clearly-visible ground in front of Cel, and all the rest of the arena was warped by the light-walls.
Clearly, it was a maze designed to get the occupant even more lost than a regular maze. And as just about anyone knew, a maze was trivial to someone who could teleport – therefore, teleporting would presumably be rewarded with a failure. How the Council would know, Cel wasn’t sure, as the light-walls formed a dome over the arena, blocking the Council’s view of the situation below. Still wouldn’t be a great idea for her to find out what would happen, not after getting this far and nearly humiliating herself once already.
So she just started walking. The opening to the maze was blocked off by a light-wall once she was inside, and Cel kept her eyes to the ground to avoid being distracted by the view through the walls. Or, she did, for a little while, until that turned out to be disorienting as well. She ended up getting horribly lost going around corners, so she decided to instead keep her left hand pressed against the wall, which was far more solid than it seemed. It was still hard to see any turns that weren’t immediate, but it would help with navigation somewhat. And for a while, Cel wandered around quietly through the maze with that as her tactic.
She wasn’t sure how far she’d gotten through the maze when she realized that things had caught up with her – the water from the previous trial, however necessary it was, had not reacted well with the fact that she was still half-full from her incident. Cel moved slowly and kept her legs close together. Hopefully the end was somewhat close. This time she’d surely get away for a break before the last trial began, just as soon as she could get out of the maze.
Whenever that would be.
Definitely seemed to be taking a while, and the walls of the maze meant it was impossible for Cel to tell if she’d already been to a particular part of it – no doubt she’d ended up walking back and forth through the same area for a while. And with things moving quite a bit faster than Cel would have preferred, she had to find a way out of the maze very soon. There was no way to tell time in the cave, of course, but however much time had passed since the end of the eighth trial and now, Cel had progressed to the point of having to stop every so often to press her legs together, occasionally letting a hand join in – nobody could see anyways.
Speaking of nobody to see…
No, she couldn’t do that. Well, she could, technically, but she wouldn’t allow herself to. It was bad enough that she’d let that happen just two trials ago, she was definitely not going to relieve herself somewhere inappropriate if she could help it.
That was starting to be quite a big “if”, though.
Before long, Cel had one hand that was quite content to remain wedged between her legs while she attempted to orient herself and escape the maze. She was reduced to a bit of an awkward shuffle, but she could last until the end.
Never mind that if she were to put a hand to her belly, it’d be ever so slightly inflated and harder than normal, or that the hand stuck between her legs was already getting wet. She’d be fine.
As long as she could find the exit soon. Had she already seen that corner? Was that even a corner? Everything looked the same, and the only indication that she’d already been to an area was that she was starting to leave a trail. But of course she could ignore that, it didn’t exist, it wouldn’t be a problem once she just got out of the damn maze.
Not much longer, she kept telling herself. Not much longer…
Too bad for Cel that her body was saying the same thing. She managed to pull her hand out from its position, only to double over in instant regret when her body realized there wasn’t anything left to physically block its relief – she did recover quickly enough, but not without getting a trail down her legs. She took a deep breath once she’d composed herself and looked down at her skirt. First off, it needed a good ironing, but more importantly there was a conspicuous dark patch on the front. Cel just groaned and tried to smooth her skirt out with her wet hand, creating a lighter streak.
After taking a moment to look around – for all the good that did – Cel stumbled forward, leaning on the wall to her left to maintain some sense of direction. Both hands were against the wall, one slightly ahead feeling for turns, the other serving to keep Cel some degree of upright. Each step added to the trail running down her legs and to the trail on the ground behind her, and before long she could have stood on dry ground and still have her feet in a puddle. Yet still she went on, until she rounded a corner, only to feel the walls turn her right back around again.
Rather than following the path out from the dead end, though, she stood there for a moment, legs trembling, and looked around in vain. “What…?” She started muttering, incoherent even to herself. “But, I don’t…”
She backed up against one of the walls surrounding her, closing her eyes and breathing heavily.
“Ah…”
There was no attempt to stop the wave of desperation that overtook her, and caused a large spurt to soak her legs and boots even further. Cel opened a single eye to look down and inspect the damage, and then her only reaction was to spread her legs and give up. She brought down a hand to move the front of her skirt out of the way just before the torrent started, then sighed as she soaked the arena floor for the second time in mere hours.
“Haah…” After a minute, Cel opened her eyes and looked around again. The puddle at her feet had already reached her boots and just seemed to be getting bigger, but considering they were wet on the inside too, there was little reason to adjust her stance. The walls were all as nonsensical as before, except… “Ah… W-wait… What’s…?” She stuck her head out as far as possible without moving from her spot, squinting and looking at the wall across the way. Something looked off about it, even moreso than all the other walls, but she wasn’t in much of a position to investigate. “Huh.” She leaned back and sighed again, keeping an eye on the suspicious wall while her stream gradually slowed down. Another minute and it had been reduced to occasional dripping, so Cel released her skirt and stepped out of her puddle, shaking her feet as she did so.
Her legs quickly grew cold and her feet were wet and uncomfortable as she headed toward the strange light, prompting her to pull at her lower half with magic in some attempt to clean herself – most of her urine came off and she tossed it aside, letting it strike a wall with an outlandish noise, though what was in her boots couldn’t be removed until she washed them later.
When she reached the wall, looking at it up close confirmed it was darker than its surroundings, and ever so slightly more transparent. Cel reached out to touch it and it rippled when her hand made contact, and when she pushed, the wall disappeared and she nearly fell over.
“What in th- Fucking kidding me?” When she regained her balance, she looked around mouthing “What” repeatedly and making exasperated hand motions. “Really that fucking close, right,” she muttered, “of course it would be. Fuck.”
Indeed, she needed only to take a few steps forward after breaking through the wall for a bright light to overwhelm her, taking the maze with it when it faded. Soon after, a cloud of dust formed into the Nine, with Varassus stepping forward once they were all present. Cel stepped back slightly, hoping he wouldn’t be able to smell what had happened.
If he could, he made no indication, instead giving a nod and a smile. “Excellent work, Cel. Yes, that all was… quite interesting, I must say.” Some of the other eight behind him either nodded along or gave Cel looks of encouragement. “Now, you’ve passed all nine of the individual trials. This tenth and final one is administered by all of the Nine Masters at once. We will do our best to stop you from joining us, but…” Varassus shrugged. “At this point I highly doubt there’s anything we can do to that end. Do you… need a moment to prepare?” He raised an eyebrow and looked Cel over, his gaze lingering a little on the dark spot on her skirt, which she quickly covered up with a hand.
Cel blushed and attempted to respond to the Councillor. “I, uh… I…” She took a deep breath and continued. “No, I’m ready.”
Councillor Varassus stretched out his arms to his sides. “Then let us begin.”
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Author's note: For those who don't watch Digimon or don't remember what Renamon looks like, I have added a picture.
It was late afternoon as Rika Nonaka opened the sliding door to her bedroom. In her hands was a tray with juice and snacks loaded on top of it. She placed the tray on the small table and sat down. All the while she never took her eyes off the guest sitting across from her. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that she would be in the same room as a real-life Digimon. As she poured the juice into a cup, she kept her gaze fixed on the yellow fox. “So Renamon, why did you decide to become my Digimon?” asked Rika.
“You are my Tamer because you wished it to be,” replied Renamon in a calm tone.
“I know that, but I want to know why you offered to become mine in the first place.”
“I want to become strong and you want to be the strongest Tamer. Our interests intersect.”
“I see,” said Rika before taking a drink from her cup. As she moved the glass away from her lips, she noticed that the fox was staring intently at the orange liquid inside. Renamon’s icy blue stare was beginning to make Rika nervous. “What are you looking at?” The fox remained silent, her focus on the sweet aroma that seemed familiar yet different. Rika slowly raised the glass back to her lips and began to drink.
“What is that liquid? It does not look or smell like water.”
“It’s juice, you know the stuff inside fruit.”
“Is it good?”
“I wouldn’t drink it if it wasn’t,” replied Rika as she took another sip.
“May I have a taste?” asked the curious Digimon. Renamon’s request made Rika choke. As Rika began choking, she dropped the glass, its contents spilling on the table. Renamon shot upwards and ran behind the choking girl. “This juice must be poisoned!” shouted Renamon as she grabbed the bottle of juice and prepared to throw it.
“Don’t!” choked Rika as she snatched the bottle out of Renamon’s hands. “It’s not poisoned. What you said earlier was so weird that it caused me to choke.” Rika stood up and before exiting the room stated, “I’m going to get something to clean up this mess. Don’t leave this room and don’t touch anything.” As soon as Rika was gone, Renamon walked back to her seat. A few moments later, Rika came back with a towel and began cleaning the mess on the table.
As Renamon watched Rika scrub the table, she asked, “What could I have said that was so strange?”
“You asked for a taste,” replied Rika as she finished cleaning the table.
“Is that strange?”
“Of course,” said Rika as she placed the bottle of juice and the snacks back on the table.
“Why?”
“Why? You’re a Digimon and Digimon are made of code. Your nothing but a bunch of ones and zeros so why would you need to taste anything?”
“While it is true that I am made of data, Digimon in both the Real and Digital Worlds require food and water,” answered the fox. “Now can I please have a taste of that juice or something to drink? The journey here from the Digital World has made me quite parched.”
“Knock yourself out,” replied Rika as she handed the glass over to Renamon. Having never seen or used a glass before, Renamon cautiously took the glass and repeated the same movements she had seen Rika use just moments earlier. As the first few drops hit her throat, Renamon’s eyes lit up.
“It’s sweet,” exclaimed Renamon as she looked down at the liquid in the glass. She wanted more but thought that it was not her place to drink it as she had only asked for a taste. Renamon slowly placed the glass on the table and pushed it towards Rika.
Rika pushed it back and said, “You can have it.”
“Really?” asked the fox, trying to hold back her excitement as she picked up the glass. “You are very kind.”
“No, I’m not,” replied Rika, shocking the fox. “To me, you’re nothing but a tool to further my ambition to be the strongest Digimon Tamer. However, even tools are useless if they are not kept in good condition. Therefore, I will give you what you need. But don’t think for a moment that I will ever see you as more than a bunch of ones and zeroes.” Suddenly the fox began chuckling. “What’s so funny?”
The fox stopped laughing and gave her an icy stare, “While I might only be ones and zeros to you, you are only a human to me, a tool without which I cannot digivolve. I will serve as your Digimon only on the condition that you help make me stronger.” Renamon guzzled down the contents of the glass and placed it on the table. “Knowing that, do you still want to be my Tamer?
“Of course,” smiled Rika. “The fact that we understand each other works out perfectly for me.”
“Good,” replied Renamon. “Now can I have some more of that juice stuff?”
“Sure,” answered Rika as she poured Renamon another glass. “Drink and eat as much as you want. I need you in top shape if I am to become the best Tamer this world has ever seen.”
“I will,” said the fox Digimon as she began working on her second glass.
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Almost an hour later, Renamon had polished off almost a full liter of juice and was just finishing a small bag of potato chips. As she licked the salt off her fingers, she began to feel a dull throbbing in her bladder. She shifted her body in discomfort. Rika noticed this and asked, “Is something wrong? Are you feeling sick?”
“No,” replied Renamon. Trying to change the subject, she stated, “These crispy things make my throat dry.”
“That’s because they are potato chips which tend to be salty. I’ll go get you some more juice,” said Rika. Renamon didn’t really want anymore, but she thought it would be rude to reject her Tamer’s offer. The fox Digimon waited quietly for Rika to return. Rika reentered the room minutes later with another full liter of juice. She grabbed Renamon’s glass and began filling it up. “Here you are. Drink up.”
“Thank you,” uttered the fox as she downed the glass. By this point, the pain was slowly beginning to grow. As she placed the glass down, she watched as Rika leaned over the table and refilled the glass. Unable to reject Rika, the fox continued to drink.
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By the end of the second hour, Renamon had finished the second liter of juice and was desperately crossing her legs. “Hey Renamon, is everything okay?” asked Rika as she looked at the squirming fox.
“I drank too much of that juice stuff,” said the fox as she slowly stood up. “Can you point me to a forest or field? I really need to urinate.”
“Gross!” blushed Rika.
“What? Do humans not urinate outdoors?”
“Generally not. It’s considered disgusting and uncivilized. Depending on where you are, peeing outside can get you into trouble. And since you’re my Digimon, you could end up getting me into trouble by extension.”
“Where am I supposed to go then?”
“In the toilet of course!” cried Rika.
Renamon cocked her head, “What is a toilet?”
“It’s where we humans do our business,” replied Rika.
“Do you have one of these toilet things?”
“Of course we do,” answered Rika. “Almost every house in this day and age has one. Follow me.” Renamon did as she was told. As they stepped out of Rika’s room, Renamon noticed for the first time how large Rika’s home was. Her backyard was dotted with trees, bushes, and it even had a large pond. Walking past it, Renamon couldn’t help but think that the area would have made a great place to relieve herself. She was ripped from her thoughts by Rika stating, “Here it is.” Renamon looked at the room in front of her. “What are you waiting for?” asked Rika. “Just go inside already. Also, be sure to close the door when using the toilet. I’ll be waiting for you back in my room.” Just before she turned the corner, she shouted “And don’t destroy anything!” And with that, she was gone.
Renamon entered the room and shut the door. The room was small and had a large white object attached to the wall that seemed to take up most of the space in the room. Walking over to the object, she cocked her head and asked herself, “Is this the toilet thing Rika was talking about? How does one go about using it?” She walked closer to it and began inspecting it. Renamon got down on her knees and noticed that the object seemed to have layers. Wondering if she could move the layers, she pushed up on the first one. She pushed it back as far as she could. Beneath the first layer was a second layer and beneath the second layer was a bunch of water. Lifting up the second layer, Renamon peeked her head towards the water. “What a strange looking pond,” she muttered to herself as she stared at the water. Her eyes then shifted to a hole that was submerged by water. Wanting to get a closer look without having to stick her head inside the object, she climbed up on the object and squatted over the water. A few seconds later, her attention turned to a small object jutting out of the side the white object. Out of curiousity, she pushed down on the small object. Just then a roaring noise filled the room, startling her to the point that she fell backward off the white object and onto the floor.
Renamon managed to get to her knees just fine but found it difficult to stand back up. Gripping the sides of the object for support, she tried to lift herself up. As she did so, she felt something click under her fingers. Suddenly a spurt of water shot out of the white object, slamming into her face. Thinking quickly, she used one hand to block the spray and her other hand to press the spot that had clicked. The spray stopped instantly. “What sort of trap is this?” she whispered to herself as she cautiously backed away from the object. “I don’t care if there is a toilet somewhere in here. I am not staying in here any longer.” Renamon opened the door and exited the room. Her head was wet. She began vigorously shaking her head to get the excess water out of her fur, causing water droplets to splatter all over the walls and ceiling.
Satisfied that she had gotten most of the water out of her fur, she began walking back towards Rika’s room. As she did, she could feel her bladder pounding. It was almost as if it was screaming at her to find a place to pee. She was halfway to Rika’s room when she saw the area with trees and bushes from earlier. Remembering how she used to relieve herself outside, her body began to move towards the large bushes. It was almost as if she were in a trance, the bushes pulling her towards them with a siren’s song. She was a few feet away from them when Rika’s words about peeing outside snapped her back into reality. Not wanting to cause Rika any trouble, Renamon turned around and walked back into the house, but not without giving one last look at the bushes. Realizing that she had no other option, she walked back to the room with the waterfilled trap.
Stepping inside the room, Renamon quickly shut the door behind her. She looked at the white object again and offered a low growl. There was no way that such an evil thing could be the toilet. Renamon’s gaze then shifted to the ground beneath her. As she looked at it, she realized that it was made of different material than the ground in Rika’s room. The ground in Rika’s room and in the hallway was made of wood. The ground in this room seemed to be made of some sort of stone. Suddenly an idea hit her. That white object with a lake in it wasn’t the toilet. Rather the toilet was the stone stuff underneath her feet. Satisfied that she had finally figured it out, she slowly lowered herself into a squatting position. She then placed her hands on the stone in front of her and began to lean forward much the same way a female dog would. As she began to relax, a thick clear stream jutted out from between her legs. She found the sound of her piss slapping the stone to be quite soothing. In fact, it reminded her of peeing outdoors. As the puddle beneath her began to grow in size, she couldn’t help but wonder what purpose the white object behind her served.
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Rika was sitting on the floor in her room anxiously waiting for Renamon to return. She had her arms wrapped around her knees and was beginning to rock back and forth. Her bladder was throbbing like crazy. While she had hardly drank anything, just watching Renamon guzzle down almost two liters of juice was enough to make her need to pee. It had been almost ten minutes since Rika had parted ways with Renamon. Surely the fox should have found her way back by now. Unable to take it anymore, Rika painfully rose to her feet, exited the room, and began walking down the hallway towards the bathroom. She was a few steps away from the bathroom when she saw the droplets of water on the walls and ceiling. More concerned about relieving herself than the water on the walls and ceiling, Rika walked up to the bathroom door. Suddenly she felt something wet beneath her feet. Looking down, she saw that something was coming out from beneath the bathroom door. As she reached for the door, she could hear a wet, slapping sound. Without hesitation, Rika threw open the door. What she saw shocked her. Renamon was positioned almost like a female dog. Beneath her was a large puddle that had already spread a distance of almost three feet. Rika’s attention then shifted to Renamon’s stream. The intensity or Renamon’s stream reminded Rika of a hose on full blast and from the looks of it, it didn’t seem like the stream would stop anytime soon. If things kept going like this, the part of the hallway in front of the bathroom would become completely drenched. With no other option, Rika screamed at the top of her lungs, “STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!!!” Renamon immediately pinched off her stream.
“What’s wrong Rika?” asked the confused fox.
“What’s wrong?” repeated Rika, anger starting to boil up inside of her. “Why the hell aren’t you using the toilet?”
“But I am using the toilet,” answered the fox.
“No, you’re not. You’re peeing on the floor. Get up now!” ordered Rika. Renamon did as she was told. “Follow me and try not to step in the puddle.” Renamon followed Rika out of the bathroom and down the hallway towards a closet where Rika retrieved some rags and cleaning supplies.
As they walked back to the bathroom, Renamon shifted her head down. In her attempt to not cause trouble for Rika, she had only succeeded in causing it. She began to think to herself that she would have been better off just peeing outside. Renamon, clenching her fists in anger at the stupid mistake she had made said, “I’m sorry Rika. I didn’t know. Allow me to clean up the mess.”
Rika noticed Renamon’s frustration. In an attempt to make Renamon feel better, she replied, “Look Renamon, part of this was my fault for assuming that you knew what a toilet is. So, we’ll both clean this up together. However, if it happens again, you can clean it up yourself.”
“Alright,” agreed Renamon. The girl and the Digimon then set about cleaning the floor.
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It took almost twenty minutes to clean the floor. By the time they finished, there was no trace of Renamon’s accident anywhere. The moment they were done, the two girls gathered the cleaning supplies and set them outside of the bathroom. “What now?” asked Renamon, her bladder still half full.
“I don’t know about you, but I need to pee,” answered Rika as she reentered the bathroom. Renamon grabbed the door before Rika could close it. “What are you doing?” cried Rika as she desperately tried to close the door.
“I want you to show me how it’s supposed to be done,” replied Renamon. “This way we can prevent this from happening again.”
“No way!” screamed Rika as she pressed her full weight on the door. But no matter how much force she used, she couldn’t get the door to close.
“Why not?” asked the fox.
“Because it’s embarrassing!” screamed Rika. Suddenly she felt something wet hit her panties. Luckily for her it was only a small spurt, but it wouldn’t be long until the entire damn burst. “Renamon, please just let go. If you don’t, I’m going to wet myself.” Rika watched as Renamon let go of the door.
“I’m sorry. I was so busy thinking about myself that I didn’t think about how you might be feeling. I’ll just pee outside from now on.” Renamon then turned her back and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t let anybody see me.” Before she could even take a step, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw that Rika was looking down at the floor, her face bright red.
“I’m only going to show you once. If you tell anybody about this I swear it will be the last thing you ever do.” Rika then backed up a bit so that Renamon could enter the bathroom. Once the door was closed, Rika walked over to the toilet and put the seat down.
“Why did you put it down?” asked Renamon.
“I put the seat down because I don’t want to fall in when I go to sit down,” she replied. Rika then turned her back to the toilet, unbuckled her pants, and pulled them down along with her panties. The moment she sat down, a loud hissing filled the room. She placed her hand above her crotch to give herself some sense of privacy. However, Renamon’s naturally icy stare was beginning to make her feel uncomfortable. “Do you think you could look the other way? You’re creeping me out.”
“As you wish,” answered Renamon as she averted her eyes. About a minute and a half later, the hissing stopped. Renamon then heard the sound of something ripping. Her curiosity getting the best of her, Renamon looked at Rika who had something white in her hands. “What’s that?”
“It’s toilet paper,” replied Rika. “You use it to clean yourself when you’re done.” Renamon watched in silence as Rika demonstrated. When Rika was finished, she stood up and pulled up her pants. “When you’re done, pull down this lever to flush.” Renamon watched as Rika pushed the lever. The fox couldn’t help but flinch at the familiar sound.
Rika was just getting ready to leave when Renamon asked, “Do you think you could watch me my first time to make sure I’m doing it right?”
“I don’t…”
“Please,” interrupted the fox, her hand now holding her bladder.
“Fine. Just do as I showed you.”
“Alright,” agreed Renamon as she moved her tail out of the way and slowly sat on the toilet. Seconds later, Renamon released a waterfall into the toilet beneath her. She breathed a sigh of relief. As she listened to the sound of her own water hitting the water below, she thought to herself that this wasn’t so bad. Although secretly, she still preferred peeing outside better. After a couple minutes of sweet relief, Renamon’s stream petered out into only a few droplets. She then grabbed a piece of toilet paper and mimicked Rika’s earlier motions. Once she was done, she got up and flushed.
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” said Rika. “But from now on, if you don’t understand something, let me know so that this doesn’t happen again.” As the two headed back to Rika’s room, she couldn’t help but think that for better or worse, her life was certainly about to get a lot more interesting. |
I know I said I wouldn't write much anymore, but I couldn't resist doing another desperation story to a pony I find as attractive as any of the Main 6, and in a different way that fits her personality perfectly, especially since I've been portraying her inaccurately in my stories so far.
This is a My Little Pony fanfic. And I'm pretty sure I know who's going to be the first (and possibly one of the only two, once I tell the other about it) to reply and say they loved it.
Lightning Dust's Desperation
Lightning Dust sat in the center of her living room, wearing her skintight black and green flight suit, fidgeting. She had been holding it since she got up this morning, and had had quite a bit to drink, so her bladder was now overflowing. She was experiencing levels of desperation she had never known before.
Finally, Lightning Dust could hear a soft hissing sound, and felt the crotch of her flight suit - which was already damp from leaking earlier - grow warm and wet. After ten seconds, she was sure she was experiencing a full-blown loss of control. She sighed in relief as she emptied her bladder into her flight suit, almost enjoying the warm wetness as a puddle grew around her rump.
As she peed, she looked out the window. The sun was setting. So, she could hold it from sunrise to sunset - under regular circumstances. Even she hadn't expected to hold it that long.
Of course, that wasn't enough for this daredevil. This was only the first test of her limits. Now she wanted to see how long she could hold it during performances.
She scheduled several performances in a row all over Equestria tomorrow.
...
The next day, Lightning Dust woke up with a yawn at the sound of the rooster. She was about to take her morning pee, but remembered. She wanted to see how long she could hold it while performing.
She put on her flight suit, and as she did she noticed a smell of stale urine. She had forgotten to wash it. But, it had dried since yesterday. She just hoped no one would smell it.
She realized there would be a risk of wetting herself in front of all her fans. But she was never one to be cautious. She'd risk a humiliating accident as much as a physical one to test her limits and give the people a good show.
She ate some hay burgers for breakfast and drank a few energy drinks, and then flew over to her first performance, in Cloudsdale.
The dangerous obstacle course was all set up, and Lightning Dust met up with Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse.
"Ready to dominate this obstacle course?" said Lightning Dust.
"Yeah" said Rolling Thunder. She sniffed Lightning Dust. "You smell kinda funny."
Lightning Dust blushed lightly. "Do I? I, uh, was practicing my flight moves a lot, and my flight suit was soaked with sweat. I forgot to wash it."
"Let me see." Short Fuse sniffed her. "AAAAGH! YOU SMELL LIKE PISS!"
"I swear, it's sweat," said Lightning Dust. "Now are we gonna do the show or not?"
As they flew to the start of the obstacle course, Lightning Dust felt her usual need to pee in the morning increase. She grinned, eager to see how far she could get.
The performance began. Lightning Dust flew through the fire, the electrified hoops, the saw blades, and the spiky crushers. Lightning Dust avoided them easily, but the adrenaline of flying this obstacle challenge seemed to increase her need to pee faster than last time. She flew ten laps around the obstacle course. Her flight suit was fireproof, but not waterproof.
Once she was done, she was a little sweaty, and very thirsty. She drank three water bottles, knowing this would further test her ability to hold during performances. Bring it on, she thought.
They flew to Manehattan for their second show. The flight took quite some time, and Lightning Dust flew a bit ahead of her teammates as her bladder was slowly filling up by the minute.
When they reached Manehattan, they each got another bottle of water and drank it after the flight. Then they flew over to the arena where their obstacle course was set up.
Once again Lightning Dust completed her performance without much trouble, to the applause of the crowd. It was now an hour after she had woken up.
After drinking more water, Lightning Dust and her team flew just south to Fillydelphia, and then to Baltimare. Lightning Dust stayed dry - and in one piece - after both performances, but by the end of it she was much more desperate to pee than in Manehattan.
"I gotta go to the bathroom," said Rolling Thunder after downing another water bottle in Baltimare.
"Me too," said Short Fuse, and he ran to the stallions' bathroom.
"Lightning Dust?" said Rolling Thunder. "You had more to drink than I did."
Lightning Dust uncrossed her legs and tried not to fidget. "After you."
Rolling Thunder entered the bathroom. Lightning Dust crossed her legs and fidgeted while she waited. For such talented stunt ponies they sure took a long time to go to the bathroom. She wanted to get to her next performance right away!
After about five minutes, Short Fuse and Rolling Thunder returned.
"Wow, that was fast," said Rolling Thunder to Lightning Dust.
"I'm the fastest pony around, remember?" said Lightning Dust. This was believable enough for her teammates and she was relieved that they didn't express suspicion.
It was about an hour and a half into Lightning Dust's challenge and she was sure she had to pee more badly now than this time yesterday, though of course she hadn't reached her highest levels of desperation yet.
Their next destination was the changeling kingdom. As they flew, Lightning Dust's desperation increased, and she fought hard not to cross her legs during the flight.
Lightning Dust could feel her heart racing faster than usual as she completed the obstacle course. As the changelings cheered, Lightning Dust waved to them, crossing her legs slightly and trying not to show discomfort.
Then they flew across the sea to the Dragon Lands. The waves of water below reminded Lightning Dust of the waves of pee inside her, increasing her discomfort. She hoped she at least wouldn't wet herself before her performance, but again, this wasn't her most desperate, and she was active now. She considered diving into the water to soak her already-damp-with-sweat flight suit and therefore hide any signs of an accident - but it was more fun for her if there was a bigger risk of humiliation to wetting herself, and more motivation to hold it. Besides, they'd see her peeing anyway, and if they only saw her after peeing, it would be hard to see a wet spot on a black flight suit.
They reached the Dragon Lands, where a more brutal-looking obstacle course was in order, although Ember had expressly forbade the dragons from making it unwinnable. At the sight of the obstacle course, Lightning Dust nearly wet herself right there - not out of nervousness or fear, but excitement.
"I love it," said Lightning Dust, for this was her first performance in the Dragon Lands. "I can't wait to shred this course to pieces!"
There were more flames, more spikes, arrows, and a closing spike wall. Lightning Dust looked like she wasn't going to make it through the closing wall. Her heart was beating faster with excitement, and she felt her need to pee increase.
Garble was on the edge of his seat, hoping to see a pony meet her doom. To his disappointment, Lightning Dust barely made it through. Garble booed, but the rest of the dragons were enjoying the show.
By the time the performance was over, Lightning Dust had been holding it for two and a half hours. She was exhausted, but after drinking a lot of soda that the dragons made, she was feeling energetic again. She needed to pee really badly now, between all she had drank and flying the obstacle courses. So far she had been able to hold it, and the only dampness in her outfit was sweat.
Next they flew north to Griffonstone.
"Hey, where are the bathrooms?" said Rolling Thunder, doing the pee dance.
"HURRY UP!" said Short Fuse. "I GOTTA PEE!"
"They're right there," said Grampa Gruff in his usual grouchy voice, pointing to a few outhouses side by side.
Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse ran into the outhouses. Lightning Dust waited for them once again, crossing her legs and unable to keep herself from fidgeting.
"Aren't you gonna go to the bathroom too?" said Gruff.
"I can hold it," said Lightning Dust. Gruff shrugged and walked to the arena.
Once Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse came out, they and Lightning Dust flew to the arena. The obstacle course wasn't as elaborate as the pony obstacle courses, but they still flew ten laps around them. The griffons didn't seem all that entertained, but they seemed to enjoy this to some degree.
It was now three hours into Lightning Dust's holding challenge as she and her team began a long flight west to Appleoosa. Lightning Dust crossed her legs as she flew. She really needed to go, and the pressure in her bladder was only increasing.
It took about half an hour to reach Appleoosa. They drank a lot of water, and then did their obstacle course, which was just like those she had flown before the Dragon Lands. Lightning Dust flew through the obstacles faster than before due to her need to pee, but so far she had stayed dry. Except for sweat.
"Wanna fly through Ghastly Gorge on our way to Los Pegasus?" said Lightning Dust.
"Yeah!" said Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse.
So they flew through Ghastly Gorge, dodging rockslides and eels. Lightning Dust felt the intense pressure increase, and barely resisted crossing her legs for the flight.
After they performed in Los Pegasus, they flew to Canterlot, which was as long a flight as from Cloudsdale to Manehattan. Lightning Dust moaned in discomfort several times during the flight. She was much more desperate now than she was this time yesterday.
When they reached Canterlot, they stopped at a restaurant, as they were hungry from all their performances and got some lunch. Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse also used the bathroom again. They looked at Lightning Dust a little funny when they came back, as she was sitting with her legs crossed and fidgeting with a pained expression on her face.
"Why didn't you use the bathroom?" said Rolling Thunder.
"And don't try to say you did," said Short Fuse.
"I'm testing my limits to see how long I can hold it during performances!" Lightning Dust said a little loud due to her desperation, which also kept her from thinking of an excuse.
"I kinda like that," said Rolling Thunder.
"But I'm not doing it," said Short Fuse. "NO WAY!"
Once they were done eating, about four hours into Lightning Dust's hold, they made their way to the arena. Princess Celestia was in the audience. Lightning Dust felt further motivation to not wet herself in front of a princess.
They flew their obstacle course the same way as before, except when Lightning Dust narrowly avoided being hit on the third lap, she leaked a little, dampening her flight suit. But she held the rest of it in for the remainder of the course.
Then they flew to the Crystal Empire. The flight through the Arctic North was cold, and made it harder for the desperate pegasus to hold it, especially with how damp she was already. Once they entered the Crystal Empire, it was warmer.
Lightning Dust leaked twice during two close calls in her performance here, and to make matters worse, their next performance was in Yakyakistan. The wet spot on Lightning Dust's flight suit was cold during her performance - though it warmed up a little during a five-second leak when she nearly got her wing clipped by saw blades.
Next was something that Rainbow Dash would have regretted if it was her, but was a more exciting challenge to Lightning Dust that she was ready to take on. Their next performance was on Mount Aris, which was on the opposite side of the map as Yakyakistan.
As they flew, Lightning Dust felt herself become more and more desperate. She crossed her legs and fidgeted as she flew, and she could feel the pee sloshing around inside her. She leaked five times during the flight, but still didn't lose control entirely.
It took an hour to reach Mount Aris. This was roughly five and a half hours into Lightning Dust's hold.
Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse were looking almost as desperate as her when they finally arrived, but she knew they couldn't have to go NEARLY as bad as her. Once they'd used the bathroom, they flew through the obstacle course. Lightning Dust was dribbling the entire time, but stopped once they'd finished. The Hippogriffs loved it.
No one could tell how wet her flight suit had gotten. And there was one more performance left - Ponyville. As they flew to Ponyville, Lightning Dust felt like she was about to burst.
The flight took 40 minutes, during which Lightning Dust leaked some more. When they arrived, Lightning Dust bumped into Rainbow Dash and nearly lost it.
"Lightning Dust," said Rainbow Dash.
"Rainbow Dash," said Lightning Dust. "I still have some time before my performance. Wanna race? Five laps around Ponyville."
"You got it!"
As they flew around Ponyville, Lightning Dust became more desperate, and leaked some more. Flying faster from her desperation, Lightning Dust won.
"I lost!" said Rainbow Dash.
"Ha!" said Lightning Dust. Another leak caused her to cross her legs and pee dance.
Rainbow Dash chuckled. "You'd better get to a bathroom before you wet yourself. More than you already have, I mean."
Lightning Dust blushed as Rainbow Dash flew away. She had a feeling Rainbow Dash wouldn't let her forget this, and that this canceled out losing a race to her. Then she and her team flew to the Ponyville arena, after drinking more water. Lightning Dust leaked a little as she got to the obstacle course. She felt as desperate as she had at sunset yesterday. She knew she was about to burst. She decided that after this performance she'd fly through Ghastly Gorge until she wet herself.
As they took off, Lightning Dust clipped her wing on an electric hoop. She leaked a little at this, but held it through half the course.
Then, as she was flying through the saw blades, she felt another leak. This one wouldn't stop. It soon became a powerful stream, and she left a trail of urine as she flew through the remainder of the obstacle course. Lightning Dust was peeing her flight suit like a race horse in front of almost all the ponies of Ponyville. She could hear Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie laughing in the audience and blushed, but kept flying the obstacle course as though nothing was happening.
She peed for just under three minutes, soaking the crotch and legs of her flight suit. She was still peeing when she finished the obstacle course.
"And another daring performance by Lightning Dust!" said the announcer. "And now she might want to change her flight suit."
The audience laughed, and Lightning Dust blushed.
Once she got over the humiliation of her accident, she realized she had held it for about six and a half hours. Now she knew her limit.
But next week, she wanted to see if she could break her record.
Edited August 23, 2018 by The Dark Wolf
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In Space, No One Can Hear You Pee
Star Fox Fanfiction by MasterXploder
Commissioned by Zenkopan
With thanks to Captain L for editing
“And that was Guardians of Lylat!” declared Slippy Toad, stretching his arms and back from his spot on the floor.
“Heh, not bad,” said Fox McCloud, “You always bring the best movies, Slip.”
“Eh, it was alright.” Falco Lombardi shrugged. “Woulda been cooler if it was actually about us and not some made-up heroes.”
“I don’t think I’d be interested in a film about us,” said Slippy, “I mean, why watch our exploits when we already lived them?”
“Well, not everyone here was there for the early adventures.” This came from Krystal, Star Fox’s newest recruit, who sat next to Fox on the couch. “I wouldn’t mind seeing a film if they made one.”
“Yeah, but who knows how accurate it would be?” said Fox, “You know how the industry can be with the truth sometimes.”
Krystal giggled and shot Fox a certain look. “I’m sure they’ll get the important bits right. The dashing, young vulpine hero bravely facing danger, saving the entire galaxy, and winning the admiration of its people. Wouldn’t you like to see that happen?”
“Eh heh, well, it was a team effort, is what I mean...” Fox scratched his cheek and looked away.
“Ugh, get a room, you two.” Falco turned away in disgust.
Krystal giggled again. “Speaking of, I think it’s time I got in a few hours of sleep. Would you believe I’m still not used to not having a day/night schedule in space?”
“Sure can! It took everyone a while to get used to that,” said Slippy.
With that, Krystal uncrossed her legs and stood up. As the pressure in her groin shifted, she gave her body a good stretch to hide her wincing in discomfort. In truth, she had another reason besides going to sleep for excusing herself, one that had been steadily growing over the course of the film thanks to the tea she had been drinking.
Due to her many adventures growing up, Krystal had learned to hone a strong bladder, for she would often have to go for long stretches without a bathroom break. It especially came in handy after joining Star Fox; as the only girl on the team, she found it rather embarrassing to declare her need to relieve herself. That only doubled whenever Fox was nearby, the last person she ever wanted to know when nature was calling for her. Even now, in the comfort of a spaceship, she still would only use the bathroom a few times in one wake cycle. Regardless, her bladder still had its limits, and she knew she was approaching them.
Luckily, her quarters were nearby, along with her personal toilet. She could relieve herself without having to announce it to the whole galaxy. Her destination in mind, she took the first step towards her room.
It would be her last step as well.
Out of nowhere, the sound of an explosion came up, and the ship shook enough to make Krystal stumble a bit. Red lights flashed through the room.
“H-huh, what!?” Peppy Hare’s eyes shot open. “I was watching, honest!”
“Did we hit something!?” yelled Slippy.
Fox wasted no time jumping out of his seat and putting a hand to the comms link in his ear. “R.O.B., what’s going on out there?”
“Great Fox has come under attack,” came the monotone voice of R.O.B. 64 over the intercom. “Unknown vessel approaching from port side and firing cannons. Multiple fighters have been deployed. No call sign being transmitted. Running shield scan now.”
“Seriously? A pirate attack in this part of the galaxy?” asked Slippy.
“I was starting to think it was a little too quiet around here,” said Peppy.
“Sounds like these idiots don’t know who we are,” said Falco, getting out of his seat.
“Then we better let them know.” Fox threw his arm out. “Everyone, to the Arwings!”
In that moment, the gang’s care-free attitude fell away, and Team Star Fox went into action, rushing off with their minds fixed only on the battle ahead.
With the exception of Krystal, that is. While the others took on determined brows, Krystal frowned in frustration instead. Her much-needed bathroom visit had been interrupted, and the pressure in her bladder only grew in response. Even running to keep up with the rest of the team took more effort than usual.
As much as she wanted to, Krystal knew far better than to stop and visit the bathroom now. The weird looks she would get from the others would be bad enough. Not just that, but she didn’t want to think about what would happen if another blast rocked the ship while she was on the toilet. Of course, this said nothing about how irresponsible it would be to stop to pee in the middle of an attack.
No, she would just have to hold it and wait until after these bandits were dealt with. Surely, with all the experience Star Fox had, it would not take long to send these idiots running with their tails between their legs.
“Come on, stay still!”
Krystal grunted in frustration as another shot from her lasers flew past the fleeing fighter. While the rest of the team had been shooting pirates down left and right, she was lucky enough to take down a single ship, and that one had been sitting still as if suffering from engine troubles.
Granted, the others didn’t have the same handicap as her. She was the least experienced pilot of the team, but more pressing than that, it was rather difficult to focus with her bladder as full as it was. Sitting in a cramped cockpit with both hands on the controls left her with little options to hold it other than squeezing and bouncing her legs. There was no way for her to safely pee in mid-flight either, for her suit was too cumbersome to remove in such a confined space and use the in-flight emergency relief system. I really should see if Slippy can do anything about this, she noted.
Her only choice then was to win this battle as fast as she could, and that meant stepping up her aim a bit. Unfortunately, her next few shots had as much luck hitting their mark, or lack thereof. She kept mashing on the trigger to fire, hoping that if she fired enough times, one of her shots would eventually hit.
A few seconds later, and a laser finally landed, destroying the fighter in an impressive explosion. Krystal would have felt like celebrating if not for the fact that the shot didn’t come from her.
“Hey, he was mine!” she said over the comms, pouting into her face-cam.
“This isn’t a contest, Krystal.” Fox’s face appeared over the comm channel. “You need to relax and focus your shots. We can’t always rely on blindly firing, especially not with lasers. You never know what they’ll eventually hit.”
Relax? That’s a lot easier said than done right now, Krystal wanted to say as she wiggled in her seat. She knew better than to argue against good advice, though. “Er, what’s the current situation? Have we shot down enough of them yet?”
“The fighters aren’t the real problem,” said Peppy, “We need to start doing some damage to the main vessel.”
“But Great Fox’s lasers are just bouncing off their shields,” responded Slippy, “We won’t get anywhere if we don’t do something about that.”
Fox came up again. “Then we don’t have a choice. I’ll fly into the ship and knock out their shield generator from inside.”
Krystal’s ears and eyes perked right up. “All by yourself? No chance, I’ll fly in with you,” she spoke without hesitation.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” said Fox, shaking his head, “We need to keep pressuring the fighters outside so they don’t fly in after us.”
Always the stubborn one, aren’t you? “You’re going to need someone to watch your back in there, and I’m a lot better on foot than I am in an Arwing,” countered Krystal.
“She’s right, Fox,” said Peppy, “It’s too dangerous for just one of us to go in.”
“Let your girlfriend go with you,” said Falco, “You can leave the chumps out here to us.”
It was Fox’s turn to go wide-eyed for a moment. “We’re not… alright, we’ll go in at the same time. Krystal, let’s form up!”
“Already on it,” she responded as she flew in behind Fox’s ship.
Both Arwings flew straight towards the main vessel, banking to the sides once the turrets tried to fire on them. Her shooting accuracy may have left something to be desired, but Krystal could at least fly with some finesse. Faster than any of the enemy could react, they both managed to fly inside the vessel’s hanger, passing through the air-containment barrier unharmed.
Krystal knew she caught the pirates off-guard, for the hanger housed nobody but herself and Fox. That would change very quickly, however, so she leapt out of her seat as the canopy opened up, her trusty staff in hand, and landed on her feet, bending down to lessen the impact.
“Hah!?”
Krystal knew to be prepared for anything when on a mission. Nothing, however, could fully prepare her for the shock of an unexpected bladder spasm. The impact from the landing was still enough to weaken her hold for just a moment, making it feel like she was about to let it all out on the spot. She stood upright and rigid, squeezing her legs together and holding a white-knuckle grip on her staff, not unlike the hold on her crotch.
“Krystal! You okay?” As if she had more reason to worry, now Fox had to see her in her moment of weakness. Her eyes darted to where she heard his voice, but Krystal didn’t dare to look. Her eyes would betray everything, and Fox would no doubt make her leave the vessel. Problem was, she could not think of anything to say that would help placate him; that part of her brain was more focused on making sure she didn’t pee herself in that instant.
But something else quickly caught her attention: the sound of boots quickly rushing around the corner, too heavy to belong to Fox. A proper response could wait until she dealt with this first.
Right as her would-be assailant rounded the corner of her Arwing, Krystal thrusted her staff out. It struck right into the gut of the pirate, a scaly lizard-like foe, knocking the wind out of him. She followed up by sweeping the staff under his feet, then delivering a swift strike with the end onto his head right after he hit the floor.
The moment his body went limp, Krystal looked up towards Fox, still in a combat-ready stance. “Does that answer your question?” she asked.
Fox stopped to blink for a second, clearly impressed by Krystal’s close-quarters prowess. “Uh, right, let’s head for the generators.” He put a finger to his comms as he ran. “Slippy, you got this ship mapped out yet?”
Once Fox was in front of her, Krystal dropped her act and went back to squeezing her legs. In her rush to support Fox, she had almost forgotten how bad her need to pee had become. It was true that she was a better on-foot fighter than pilot, but a full bladder would compromise her skills with the staff. Still, she was not about to back out now, especially in front of Fox.
Yet again, she had to put her urgent need aside and continue the mission, running behind Fox with her hips wiggling more than normal. What followed was one of the toughest challenges she had faced yet as a member of Star Fox. The pirates they had to blast through were not that tough; none of them had likely expected their own vessel to be boarded, as their whole rank seemed unorganized. No, the real challenge was beating them in combat without soaking her suit.
She tried to avoid this by sticking to her blaster whenever she could. This worked at first, with most of the enemies popping up too far away to bother with her staff. Her blaster proficiency may not have been as good, but she could get the job done without having to strain her hold that much. Unfortunately, things didn’t stay this way.
“Watch out!”
As they rounded the corner in a hallway, three pirates charged right at them with plasma spears that crackled at the ends, ready to skewer something. Krystal and Fox both jumped back before they could be run through.
Krystal went for her blaster again, but it was no use. The pirates were already on her again, forcing her to jump back once more. At this close of a range, she could never get a good shot off with it. No, she needed her staff for this battle, much to her chagrin. She managed to pull it out right as a spear swung her way, deflecting it in the same motion and taking up a battle stance. Her groin muscles protested, but she persisted nonetheless.
Krystal’s embarrassing handicap was at its worst in this battle. Her bladder felt like a lead weight inside her, weighing her down and ready to burst if she gave it the chance. As such, she was forced to abandon her more graceful moves for a quicker, sloppier approach. Jerky dodges, short-reaching swings, and limited mobility were all on display as she balanced fighting with keeping her underwear dry.
With a mighty swing of her staff, Krystal managed to knock one pirate to the floor out cold. A quick glance confirmed that Fox was still holding his own against the second enemy. That just left-
“Raaaagh!”
She moved on instinct, spinning around and holding her staff out. The end of the spear came down from above, stopped only by her staff. The pirate snarled at her and pushed further, inching the spear closer to her face. Her leg slid back from the force of the clash, spreading her lower body apart and pushing her muscles to their very limits. She wasn’t sure what would give out first: her arms, or her bladder.
“Ah!”
She got her answer in the form of a long spurt hitting her underwear, creating a warmth far too gross against her fur down there. That proved to be the last straw for her.
“Screw it,” she muttered as she swung a leg straight up, her boot connecting between the pirate’s legs. His pupils shrank and voice squeaked, but more importantly, his strength left the spear all at once. Krystal pushed it away, then put all her might into a swing right at his head. The pirate kissed the floor right after, and he wouldn’t wake until long after they were gone.
It was victory, but Krystal didn’t feel like celebrating. She had to pee, and soon; she highly doubted she would get off this vessel while still holding on, let alone all the way back to her personal toilet on Great Fox.
“Uh, Krystal?”
She turned to face Fox, who had dispatched his foe at about the same time, and now stared at her with a surprised and rather nervous look. Whatever he had to say, she didn’t have time for.
“Let’s go. Generators,” she said while running past him. She didn’t look back, but heard his footsteps behind her.
After rounding a couple more corners, they came to the doors leading to the generator room. Fox and Krystal breached in with blasters drawn, scanning the room for hostiles, but thankfully finding none. Krystal could relax just a little now; at last, the shield generators laid before them, a complex set of machinery with a massive horizontal cylinder full of arcing electricity.
“They couldn’t make something scream ‘Important, please do not destroy’ more if they tried,” said Krystal. She stepped forward and continued. “Now let’s blow this thing and go h-”
“Wait, Krystal.” She felt a hand pulling on her shoulder, forcing her to turn around and see Fox’s concerned expression.
“What is it? We don’t really have time for a chat,” she replied, keeping her lower body rigid.
Fox looked her right in the eyes and asked, “Is something wrong?”
There will be if we don’t hurry! “What do you mean?” She raised an eyebrow.
“That fight back there, your movements were really strained. You usually take down those types without having to…” He scratched his head. “Do that.”
Blast, he noticed! Krystal did her best to prevent any outward displays of panic. “Well, we’re a bit pressed for time right now. I can’t exactly waste any being elegant in combat.”
“Krystal, please.” Fox’s voice was more stern. “That’s not how you normally are. If something’s wrong, I need to know before-”
“Oh no!”
Krystal felt the warmth in her panties renewing from another leak. In an instant, her crumbling facade shattered, and she broke eye contact with Fox, twisted her legs, and shoved her hands into her groin. Modesty no longer mattered when it felt like her hold could break at any moment.
“K-Krystal!” Fox raised his hands. “Are you hurt?”
“Ugh, gah!” It was hard to speak through grit teeth.
“Did they hit you somewhere? Please, tell me!”
“I… I…” Krystal lifted her head and abandoned her last bit of pride. “I have to pee!”
The look on Fox’s face would have been priceless if she weren’t on the verge of an accident. “You… what?”
Her need was finally out in the open, but she couldn’t stop to contemplate how embarrassed she should be. “I’m about ten seconds from pissing my suit, and I have no plans on doing that!”
“Um…” Fox could only blink at first before shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “R-Right, I’ll see what I can do about the shield. You, uh, do what you need to do. Just keep an eye out for enemies.”
“No peeking!” Not that she was waiting for his permission, but she still thought it nice to let her go.
In any case, Krystal needed to hear nothing more to get started. She waddled over behind a tall piece of machinery and set her staff and blaster aside, hand still firmly pressed into her crotch. Her steps were slow and calculated, for a single misstep would end with a soaked suit and red face.
By some miracle, she reached her destination without dribbling any more into her underwear. She almost wanted to dance, but knew that she had only taken the first step to relief. The rest would not be so easy. First, she needed to remove her suit, which required taking her hand off her groin. As much as it pained her, she did just that, her hands zooming up to the zipper located at the chest. With precious seconds to go and any sense of modesty out the airlock, Krystal yanked on the zipper, praying that it would not get caught.
It felt like she had won the galactic lottery twice, for the zipper went straight down without a fight. With that out of the way, she grabbed the loose flaps and pulled them aside, baring her topless torso. Pulling her arms out of the suit, she then pushed the rest of it down to her ankles, a more difficult task given that she had to very quickly part her legs to accomplish it. For her last move, she pressed onto the boot and lifted one foot out, then the other, kicking the whole mess of clothing away.
There stood Krystal, now clad only in a pair of black panties, somewhere inside an enemy spaceship. Were she in a more critical state of mind, she would doubtless be humiliated by the whole situation. However, peeing herself would be the one thing to make this moment any worse, and she was not about to do that. Without a second thought, Krystal grabbed both sides of her panties, then pulled down, squatted, and lifted her tail in one motion.
She could no longer hold back the moment her femininity was exposed to the air. Her hold gave out, and a spray of yellow-tinted pee shot out from the pink sticking out among the white fur. It was erratic and powerful, flying forward a good bit before striking the ground. The room filled with the sound of it splattering onto the metal floor, forming a puddle almost instantly. Moments later, her stream grew strong enough to create a hissing noise to compete with the splatter.
It was the least private and convenient pee Krystal had taken since joining Star Fox. Her ally may not have been looking at her, at least she hoped, but he could certainly hear it, and likely smell it, given how strong the distinct scent of vulpine urine had become. She should have been humiliated beyond belief, to have to pee like this in the middle of a dangerous mission.
But at the moment, Krystal found it too difficult to be humiliated when it felt so good to pee. With that much pressure finally being released, it was like every nerve in her body was rewarding her with pleasant feelings, starting from her groin and radiating outwards like a smart bomb of pleasure. Faced with such feelings, what else could she do but enjoy it while it lasted?
“Haaahhhh,” came a long sigh as Krystal became enveloped in her relief. She shut her eyes and lifted her head, her ears moving back on their own. Nothing else mattered in that moment, not the mission, her nudity, or Fox being nearby to hear and hopefully not see it all. It was bliss.
But the sound of heavy footsteps brought that enjoyment to an immediate halt.
Krystal’s eyes snapped open as she heard the enemies approaching. She didn’t know if they knew their location, but they would be on her in seconds if they did. With her bladder far from empty and still going beyond her control, all she could do was grab her blaster and aim it towards the door. She would make sure her naked, pissing body would be the last thing those pirates would ever see.
But it didn’t come to that. The footsteps moved past the door and kept going down the hall. The danger had passed, at least for now.
With that over, Krystal let herself relax again, or at least tried to. With the high of taking a much-needed pee gone, she could only feel awkward about her situation now. She must have looked ridiculous, holding up a gun while answering nature’s call, her entire body laid bare. Looking back down, she also found her puddle had grown much larger than she anticipated, almost reaching her feet with nothing to absorb it on the metal floor.
She needed to finish up as soon as she could, but with it already going at full power, all Krystal could do was sit and wait with her cheek resting on her blaster. Luckily, it wasn’t a long wait; a few more seconds, and her bladder finally finished emptying, the stream stopping as quickly as it started, with only a final spurt afterwards. Krystal let out another sigh, not one of pleasure, but more of relief that this whole affair was finally over.
Well, not quite. She still needed to clean herself up somehow. Not only would it be gross to ignore that step, but she didn’t want the enemies to literally sniff her out if she and Fox needed to hide at some point. She looked around, not expecting to find anything useful, but it couldn’t hurt to look.
Yet again, her lucky streak continued, as right next to her was a cloth sitting on a control panel within reach, likely there to keep the buttons clean. She grabbed it without hesitation and went to work cleaning her privates, using a combination of wipes and pats until she felt dry again. The cloth wasn’t very smooth, but it didn’t feel like it had anything on it, so it was probably safe.
More importantly, she needed to get dressed, as running about a pirate ship while almost naked was not a priority of hers, to say the least. Krystal pulled her panties back to where they belonged as she stood up. They had fortunately dried enough where she could ignore any remaining wetness on them. Leaning down with an arm covering her chest, she grabbed her suit and went through the process of putting it back on: first her legs, then her arms, and then finally zipping it back up and being modest again. After giving one last adjustment to her “puppies” to make sure they were secure, Krystal grabbed her weapons and stepped away, ready to kick some pirate tail once more.
“Krystal, you okay now?” Fox called to her as she rounded the corner, running up to her. She could see a hint of red poking through the fur on his cheeks. With the smell of her pee still thick in the air, she was reminded of the amount of pheromones normally present in vixen urine. She hoped that he only felt embarrassed and not… another way.
“Er, y-yes, I’m much better,” she replied, rubbing the back of her head. “Er, are you done sabotaging the generators?”
Fox nodded. “I’ve set the system to overload itself. The whole thing should blow in about a minute.”
“Then I guess our work here is done,” remarked Krystal in a deflated tone.
“Hey, don’t worry about it,” said Fox, “I mean, we were attacked pretty suddenly. These things happen sometimes.”
“I know. It’s just really embarrassing I had to do that in the middle of a mission.” Especially around you, of all people. “I probably seemed rather incompetent in this battle, didn’t I?”
“It’s not your best performance, I’ll admit,” replied Fox, “But we still got the job done. Besides, I’d be lying if I said this was the only time one of us really needed to go while on a mission.”
“Really now?” Krystal’s ears and eyes perked up. Now that sounds like an interesting story… for another time, at least. “In any case, thanks for being respectful about the whole thing. I know a lot of men would have loved to take a peek while I did that.” She then crossed her arms and shot Fox a look. “Unless you did peek.”
“N-Not at all! I respect your privacy,” said a red-faced Fox, waving his hand.
Krystal let out a small giggle. Maybe it was the scent of urine in the air, but she could not resist going a little further. “Hey, Fox?” she asked, slowly leaning towards his face.
“Y-Yes, Krystal?”
She got to about an inch away from his face and whispered to him, “We should leave before the generators blow.”
They both looked towards the generator. Sparks flew everywhere, and a menacing glow began to appear around the glass.
“Right.” Fox shook his head again, bringing back his serious face. “Let’s regroup with the others.”
“Lead the way,” was all Krystal responded with.
With that, the two ran out of the room and made their way back to the Arwings. Krystal took one last glance at the large puddle as she ran past it. It may have been the most she had ever let out in one sitting, and it had to be in some random pirate vessel of all places. She could only imagine the looks some of those pirates might have once they come across it. Then gain, a puddle of pee was about to be the least of their concerns.
Her gaze then turned to Fox, the only other one to know of her naughty potty time. As much as she loved to tease him, she had to admit that he was quite the leader, and more of a gentleman than he let on. Even now, after this embarrassing incident, she felt that they had become a little closer than before. She could only wonder where things would go from here. Until then, she would just have to keep on fighting alongside him and the rest of Star Fox, and maybe try visiting the restroom a little more often.
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A Word from the author..... Hello Hello so I really wanted to make a magical girl fic. Unfortunately I haven’t seen too much Magical girl anime.You’ll also notice how Tina gets started doing this is similar to how it happened in Sailor moon which this does take inspiration from.This occurs from me putting myself in a corner basically wanting this story to be in an alternate universe where instead of Tina being a slice of life character, she’s a magical girl.This will diverge shortly after the beginning and I’ve decided to not have Lawrence or Gary be tuxedo mask expies because that is ripping off........... Mr. Sicada will still be a Broly parody though. “And I’ll be here to add commentary before and after the story in the authors note,”
Ah yes and the Tina from the first series will be here. She won’t talk in the middle of the actual story to avoid confusion because the magical Tina is just as self aware as Tina prime ( this is what I’ll call the og Tina in this thread). I honestly hope you guys like it and without further waiting LEEEEEEEEET’S GET READY TO RUUUUUUUUUMBLLLLLLLLLE!!!!!Chapter 1 things begin. Initiate
Tina P. Millers is not self aware at this moment. As of right now she is just your normal girl with a normal height, normal weight, normal bust, and a big red bow on top of her brown haired head. Now if you read Tina the Omorashi girl before reading this you’d know Tina was self aware at the very start of the story. Right now in the timeline we are before I made Tina my prophet. A time where she didn’t think god was a huge perv. Soon however, Tina will be in for a huge surprise.“ Hey guys how was your weekend?” a cheerful girl called to her best friends. “ Oh hey Tina it was good I played basketball all weekend,”a girl in gym shorts and shoulder-length blue hair named Mia (she’s not Ami from Sailor moon I swear) answered to Tina. “ And I was studying hard so,I don’t have to beg for change change under the train tracks like my uncle Phil,” another girl this time with blonde hair in pigtails and a long skirt followed up with.
“Let’s observe her day without my divine intervention,”
Tina was walking down to class when she saw an average looking guy with black hair and his harem, for this is Tina’s best friend Lawrence.
“ Tina!” “ It feels like we haven’t talked in forever, “ “ I’ve been worried about you,”
“ Worried about what Mr. Playboy?” Tina teased.
“ There’s been an increase in gang violence over the past few weeks someone should do something about it,” Lawrence expositioned.
“ Maybe some cute girl in a really short skirt should magic it away….as if!” “ but I should go to class bye Larry,”
After class Tina was walking home alone when she cut through an alley
“ Good thing nothing bad ever happens in an abandoned alley!”
She was walking along when she saw a group of teens guys beating a fluffy animal with metal rods. It was so cute Tina couldn’t help but risk herself.
“ Hey stop that you assblaster you’re hurting it,”
“ That’s what you’ll be saying in a few minutes cutie don’t mess with us!” The ringleader pulled out a knife with the intention of raping then killing her.
It was at this moment she knew……. she fucked up. With a face fearful with realization she said in a quivering voice “ Wait no don’t I’m a virgin!”
“ That’s even better!” “ I have an inherited STD,” she tried to lie to get him to leave. “ Even better!” “ I’m a trap?” She tried. “OOOOOOOOHHH YEEEEAAAHH,” he moaned in ecstasy. “ Well that didn’t help,”
It was about this time the fluffy animal woke up “ Oh man those kids hit me harder than I thought, has that girl gotten here ye—-
HERES THIS CHAPTERS WETTING SCENE
SCREAM!” Tina started to wet herself. The urine stained the white patties of this pure maiden and put a large wet spot on the back of her skirt. A puddle growing out from under her hindquarters getting her stockings wet as she sat there frozen in fear.
“ That answers that,” “ Welp time to make the donuts ,” he said in his very New Yorkish accent. “ HEY BOZOS what’s the big idea treatin a lady like this you should be ashamed didn’t your mamas teach you some manners!”
With that he blasted the would be gang rapers with a magic blast . Then he went to help Tina up. “ Th- thank you for sa-saving me mister,” she sniffles, crying, still riled up by the whole ordeal.
“ No problem sugertits, but you see soon you’ll have to be the one saving others girly,”
“ What?”
“ You see god created me to give you powers and make you a prophet like me, Kitdogsatbit, you can call me Kitsa for short,”
“ Powers? Prophet? What do you mean?” She took this moment to take a good look at Kitsa. He was one foot tall, light blue, had bunny ears, stood on two legs, and had a face that looked like a cats but with the eyes closed and vertical.
“ Let me show ya,” in a swift motion he grabbed Tina’s forehead and gave her magical girl powers and gave her awareness of everything ever. She learned of me, she learned of Tina prime, she learned the meaning of life, she learned there is no place beyond death, and she learned how to make a killer sandwich.
After this she sat dumbstruck and as she sat dumbstruck I decided to show myself.
I descended from my internet chair giving myself a physical form of… just some really plain comfort clothes really. But I have a halo and divine aura too so I have that going for me.
“ Tina I am god please help me defeat the forces of evil for the pleasure of readers,” I boombed in a godly voice.
Tina just sat there for a second before shouting out “ I can’t do this I’m just a girl in high school not some superhero,” What would my parents say? What would my friends say? What would the world say? What guy would want to date a girl who might be constantly putting him into danger? I can’t do this god I’m sorry.
I took this into consideration and realized she had a point so I’ll, just have to convince her once time has passed and she’s calmed down.
“Sleep on it!” I clenched my fist and she blacked out then transported her and Kitsa to Tina’s bedroom. “ Begone thots!”
End of chapter 1
Authors note. So I know there wasn’t much fighting or magical girl-ing going on but we have to start somewhere. I really hope you liked it and please leave a suggestion for the story down below.
“ Hey why don’t you tell them how I became aware of everything in this world?”
“ What is there to say I showed up said here ya go showed you everything and then you blacked out,”
“ You’re a mean god,”
With love Ghostblade (stay thirsty my friends) |
THIS IS JUST A GUIDE AS SUCH THERE IS NO WETTING.THANK YOU
Authors note..... This started off as just part of the authors note. It became too long and is now a semi-chapter.
Its a guide on what the character look like and their names. For instance haremmembers #1 and 4’s names haven’t been revealed until now. One thing I have a problem with is descriptions of how characters look. I don’t want to take a break to flood (haha get it) you with descriptions of how the characters look.
This is is only the initial main cast and I’ll add mini guides when a new character is introduced.
Without futher adiue
LEEEEEEEEEEEETS GET READY TO RUUUUUUUUMBLLLLLLLLLLE!!!
Tina
Hair Brown and shoulder length Skin Fair. Height average. Bust average. Weight average. Eye color blue. Build kind of dainty. Ass average. (note all this average)
Usual outfit unless I say otherwise,
it’s a skirt, stockings with a zettai ryuiki grade of A (tights if it’s cold), T-shirt, Big Red bow on her head, a purse, and sneakers.
Magical girl outfit needs a reference picture.
I want each outfit to be different and kind of have something to say about their character Tina will have a maid outfit to match Gary’s outfit
It’s a maid outfit and I want you to imagine this reference picture with the white on all the girl (including the stockings) be pink and have the black be white. Also just put lacy ribbons wherever you want if you think it’ll make her cuter. She will also have pink garter belts connections to her pink panties.The shoes are black high heels. Finally take that thing on this girls head and imagine it as a gold tiara with a pink gem ( I think I’m gonna puke if there’s any more pink) .
“ Tryin to make it as girly as possible?”
“Yeah I want it to be the color that represents you,”
Mia.
Hair back length and blue occasionally wears in pigtails . Skin Tan-ish.Height tall. Bust ample. Weight average. Eye color blue. Build athletic. Ass thicc.
Usual outfit unless I say otherwise.
Gym shorts (sweatpants if cold), tank top, hair clip in a flower shape on her bangs, sneakers.
Magical girl needs a reference picture
The outfit she will have will add a layer of backstory on her.
Make all the black stuff blue except the headband and high heels……..
that’s it.
“ That was simple, and what do you mean backstory?”
“ In due time my dear,”
Carie
Hair blonde wears it in a ( this is a retcon I didn’t like that she had pigtails ) ponytail . Skin pale. height average. bust small. weight average eye color blue. build dainty. Ass average
Outfit unless I say so.
long skirt or shorts depending on what day it is. Blouse. Hair tie for her ponytail . Dress shoes.
Magical girl outfit no picture needed just think a sailor fuku. If I had to put a specific image in your mind just think sailor Venus’ outfit.
This is to show that she’s smart
“ that’s boring doing a sailor suit when you wanted to be different,”
“ Shut up it’s just one outfit,”
Gary Hair brown and ruffled up. Skin pale. Height 6ft 1. Weight 140 pounds. Eye color navy blue. Build Above average but not to the extent of Ami. Ass fine (no homo)
Outfit unless I say so.
Gym shorts( for comfort ). T shirts with cringey memes. Flip flops.
Magical boy outfit needs reference
It’s a butler outfit to go with Tina’s maid outfit
Make pants white make all the other black other than the pants and shoes green. Add a green zigzag pattern going down the sleeves starting from the shoulders. Another green zigzag pattern down the sides of the pants. Finally a green cape with the same zigzag pattern going down the sides.
“ Oh I see magic me is a maid so Gary is a butler he’s soooo dreamy!” *swoons*
“ I’ll give you some alone time with Ms. Rosie Palms,”
Haremmembers as well as all their names
#1 Misa
black hair shoulder length sometimes wears in ponytail. Skin tan-ish. Height tall. Bust ample. Weight average. Eye color blue. Build athletic. Ass thicc.
Outfit unless I say so
short shorts and tank top. hair clip in a flower shape on her bangs. sneakers.
Magical girl outfit just think the bunny suit above but red.
“ Now you’re just ripping yourself o- mph hmph emph!”
“ I swear it’s a plot point!”
#2 Christie
Platinum blonde hair shoulder length. Skin very tan ( she spends a lot of time in a tanning booth) height medium. Bust ample. Weight average. Eye color brown. Build sexy. Ass thicc.
Outfit unless I say so.
Very short skirt. Midriff showing tank top. High heels.
Magical make the ears of the bunny suit leopards and have leopard print.
“ The obvious fanservice one,”
“ You shouldn’t count your chickens yet,”
#3 Hope
Blondish brownish should’ve length hair. Skin fair. Height short. Bust ample. Weight average. Eye color brown. Build thicc. Ass thick.
Outfit unless a say so.
Sweatpants. Thin hoodie with t shirt underneath. Sneakers.
Magical girl the bunny suit but cat ears and a cat pattern.
“ What's with all the thicc ass?”
“ Why not?”
#4 Ruby
brown hair in pigtails. skin pale. height short. Bust medium. weight average. Eye color brown. build medium. Ass medium
Outfit
red checkered dress. sneakers and kneesocks.
Magical bunny suit but with dog ears and brown.
“ Sweet cinnamon roll too pure for our world,”
“ I feel bad lewding her,”
#5 Andrea.
Brown-black back length hair. Skin pale. Height medium. Bust medium. Weight average. Eye color blue. Build kind of dainty. Ass medium.
Outfit
Pink dress. Sneakers. Big red bow But not as big as Tina’s.
Magical the bunny suit but it has a tiara and is pink.
“ Wo-ho a foe?”
“ Bow and tiara rivals yeah!”
#6 Karerra.
Berry blue dyed hair that’s short. Skin pale. Height medium. Bust small. Weight small. Eye color blue. Build dainty. Ass small.
Outfit
Black pants. Edgy black t shirts. Black and blue sneakers. Owns a pikachu jacket.
Magical wolf ears and grey version of the bunny suit.
“ Emo?”
“ Not In personality remember she owns a Pikachu jacket,”
#7 Jennifer
She’s a promiscuous teacher. Brown hair tied into a bun. Skin fair. height tallest main character that’s not a villain. Bust *whistles* biggest ones in the story. Weight medium. Build medium. Ass *whistles louder* biggest buns I've ever seen.
Outfit
She wears a tight, short, scarlet skirt. She wears a tight black suit jacket with a red bra slightly showing.black thigh-length stockings with a black garter belt attached, and red heels.(Yes you do need these details ?
Magical just the black leotard part of the bunny suit.
“ Mother of you is that a woman or is that a human sized hourglass?”
“ I don’t know but it must be from McDonald’s because I’m lovin it!”
“ Wait didn’t you say one day I would have a non cannon sister named Jenny?”
Starlord: “Hi I'm Peter,”
Spiderman: “Hi I’m also Peter,”
Captain America: “Hi I’m Steve,”
Dr.Strange: “Hi I’m Stephen(Steve-en),”
Falcon: “Hi I’m James,”
Winter soldier: “Hi I’m also James,”
“Not everyone has a unique name,”
;-;
Lawrence
Black hair. skin tanish height very tall. Weight medium. build noice. Ass medium.
Outfit tuxedo. ( he only wears it because he’s. A playboy not because he’s anything like tuxedo mask)
Magical boy outfit ?????????
“ Oooo more plot,”
“ Yes, Yes it is,”
Authors note…. That’s all the heroes for now. I’ll give you descriptions of the villains as they show up. Sorry this couldn’t be a whole chapter. Please leave suggestions,criticisms, and requests down below.
With love Ghostblade(stay thirsty my friends)
Edited August 29, 2018 by Ghostblade913
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Chapter 2 Yeah we get to see some action now. Initiate
Author's note…… So now you actually get to see what you came for.
… There’s not really much else I have to say
“ Yeah lets see magic-me kick some candy flavored ass!”
Tina awoke in a cold sweat. Or at first she thought it was sweat ;) what it actually was, was pee (that sounded grammatically incorrect) .
Her panties were damp and she had gotten some urine on the bottom of her t-shirt. Her skirt was completely soaked at the bottom and she reeked of pee.
“ Must’ve been a bad dream, and when I wet myself in the dream I wet the bed,” Tina reasoned with herself disappointed that she had wet the bed at her age.
“ No it wasn’t,” a voice boomed from around her. “ I just transported you home where you wet the bed after wetting yourself the first time!”
“ You’re a magical girl Harry,” Tina gasped and turned around to see Kitsa sitting in front of her eating an NYC hot dog wearing his Yankees baseball cap and talking in his NYC accent.
“ We get it he’s from New York you can stop now,” Tina got a confused look on her face as her Omni-powers started kicking in.
“ That’s called breaking the fourth wall girly, we’re just fictional characters in a story made by some guy who was bored looking for some material to fuel his Omorashi fetish,” Kitsa explained flatly.
“ What’s Omorashi?”
“Pants wetting, sugertits. You’re an Omorashi character, that is to say a character who frequently wets themselves. Be prepared to do that a lot,”
“ Oh oka- oh wait didn’t you say something about me being a magical girl and putting myself into deadly situations that I don’t want to be a part of?”
“ You have no choice!” With my words they were teleported to the first fight in the series.
Tina’s good friends, Mia and Carie, were walking home after staying too long at a restaurant. They both needed to pee pretty badly, but it wasn’t anything to be worried about with the way things were going.
Unfortunately things weren’t going to be going they way they were going.
The going wasn’t going to be the same going as it had been going before.
This going was a bad going, the going you don’t want to be going to go get going.
“What?” Tina said annoyed and with a headache from my vain attempt to be funny.
A couple buff looking, tall, humanoid, monsters with green skin headed out of the trees with the idea to attack Mia and Carie whom we abandoned a few lines ago.
Tina and Kitsa randomly appeared between the fearful girls and the ugly monsters. Kitsa handed Tina a bracelet.
“ Wear this and say. By the power of Grayskull I Have The Pow-
“ WRONG!” The handsome god/narrator yelled at Kitsa. “ Tina say BY THE Will OF LOVE AND ALL THAT IS GOOD I CALL UPON MY POWER!!!”
“ By the will of all that is good I-
“ You need more enthusiasm!”
“ By the will of love and all that is good I-
“More enthusiasm tuts”
“BY THE WILL OF LOVE AND ALL THAT IS GOOD I CALL UPON MY POWER!!!”
“YES!”
The two monsters and the two girls looked confused as Tina had a shouting match with some animal hybrid thingy. Tina then yelled out her transformation words and was surrounded by a flowing pink aura that spanned only about three feet wide.
Tina’s clothing disappeared in the aura of pink that was luckily able to censor her sacred spots. In its place left a pink maid outfit with a tiara and lots of ribbons.
“ Alright so I’m appointing you to be the guardian of love capish?” Your name in this form is Magical Beauty Tina the Omorashi Girl Protector Of Love. Obviously you can’t call yourself that in front of others so you will be called Beauty Era Guardian Of Love or Beauty Era for short.”
“ How do I beat them?”
“ God had given you basic instincts of how to fight in that form so it should come naturally,”
“ Got it so I’ll just beat them an-
“ Do some poses bitch!” I yelled at her excitedly.
“ Listen to god!” Kitsa also yelled.
“Stop yelling at me!” So Era spun around and struck a pose. Then she leaned backwards, did a backflip, and struck another pose.
“ Beautiful dahling, stunning, amazing. Oh no not that dahling!” Kitsa was now doing a model photographers Impression while snapping pictures.
“Ahem,” the monster on the left cleared his throat “Sir and madam I am so very sorry but would you please hurry up so we can get to the fighting?” The monster said politely in a British accent.
“ Alright prepare to be defeated by me,Beauty Era, in the name of love I shall kill you!”
“ Oh yeah also you need to pee,”
“ Wat?” …...
“Oh right that,”
Era suddenly felt her bladder level rise to OVER 9 (9.3 on the bladder scale :p)!!!!!!
She grabbed her crotch a little at this sudden spike.
The monsters roared and charged at out heroine, seeking to kill her. Era jumped up and flipped around the would-be killers. The British one tried to clothesline her but she blasted him back with a basic energy attack.
The other one grabbed her by the wrist and slammed her on the ground making her spurt a little. She got up and rushed at him punching him square in the jaw. The other monster was pushed back but while Era was attacking him the British one threw a fucking tree at her!
The tree hit Era square in the back and it knocked her into another tree! She got up from this panting, but when she did she let out an “Eip!” And lost control for a good five seconds with some liquid running down her legs onto the ground. She managed to regain control, but she felt worse now.
She let out a loud shriek loud enough to deafen both her and the British one. She flew over to the British one and head butted him away .After this she heard a “RAAAAAAW!”sound as the other monster ran to her with his fist cloaked in energy.
“ I'LL END IT IN ONE STRIKE! SOLID ROCK PUNCH!” The other monster uppercutted her.
Era floated there in the air for a second regaining herself. But she felt something coming down below!
“Aaaaah! Aaaah! Nooooooo!”
HERES DAT WETTING SCENE MAH DUDES!
The other monster felt a couple warm droplets on his face. This was weird since there wasn’t a cloud in the sky this night. He looked up to see a stream of gold coming from the pink panties of a beautiful maiden.
Era pressed her hands into the front of her maid dress in a futile attempt to stop wetting herself. This only served to get the front wetter as her panties were soaked in the crotch area running down her legs, wetting her stockings and garter belts.
It dripped from her shoes and fell directly onto the other monster. “ Mgggh! I’m wetting myself! But it feels too good!” She moaned. She crossed her legs and pushed deeper into her crotch at this new sensation. Eventually she stopped just leaving a few drops to drip from under her soaked skirt.
Era stopped moaning and looked over to her friends who were astonished at her performance. Embarrassed she tried to play it off. “ Monster! You have made me soil my panties which is a sin I shan’t forgive! PINK STAR BLAST!”
A large and pink ray of energy came out of her wand hitting the other monster square in the chest while his guard was down from the earlier golden shower he received. He started to implode bursting into a bunch of red goop.
The British monster woke up from being knocked out earlier in time to see his comrade be killed. “ Oh my god they killed Johnny! You bastard! I’ll hit you with my ultimate attack! GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!”
“ What I can't hear you!” She yelled being deaf from shrieking a few lines ago.
“ I can’t hear you!” Said the British one also temporarily deafened.
“What!” She said louder
“ What!”
“WHAT!” She said even louder
“ I DON'T CARE ANYMORE! GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!”
“ Don’t tell me what to do bastard!”
A blast of energy looking like the UK’s flag emerged from the British one’s hands. Era counters with pink star blast.
“YOU CAN'T WIN!” He said and began adding more energy to the attack.
“ If i can't overpower him, I’ll just dodge,”
And so she dodged, spinning around gracefully, and blasted in front of the British one creating a smokescreen.
“HEARTBREAK SWORD!” She called out her next attack, a giant energy sword, and plunged it through the British one’s heart
“ You…. bloody…. slapper,” the British one croaked out before falling to the ground stone dead.
Era struck a triumphant pose before falling onto her knees and puking.
“ What the fuck!” Era heard one of her good friends say………
Somewhere unknown at the same time as the current events.
“ Milady,” an effeminate man with blonde hair said to a slender woman in a red and black dress. “ We have two reports of soldiers dying,”
“ The fuck do I care Conqieran ignore it, damn this is good wine, it’s not like who ever killed them can hold a candle to me, AED THE EMBODIMENT OF DEATH!!!”
“ Ok,”
Chapter 2 end
Authors note…… I didn’t feel in the mood yesterday for some quality content ( the first half of the story) but today I really enjoyed doing the second half with the fight scene and the wetting. I hope you enjoyed this please leave comments, criticism, or suggestions down below.
Oh yeah and I’ve decided to name the characters after deity’s of what they represent. Tina’s magical alter ego Era is a corruption of Eros (another name for Cupid) while Aed and Conqiera come from the four horsemen of the apocalypse ( Aed is the first 3 letters of death backwards and Conqiera is conquer) Aed will also have 2 more generals named Famier(famine) and Waretia(war)
“ Magic-me looks too op,”
“ Johnny and the British one are the bottom of the barrel in Aed’s army,”
“ Oh shit,”
With love Ghostblade(stay thirsty my friends) |
Authors note….. I hadn’t made time to work on the story, but I do now.
And it seems I forgot to add Tina’s reference image in the guide so here it is
So without further adieu LEEEEEEEEEETS GET READY TO RUUUUUUUUUUMBLE
Chapter 3 I’m sorry for all the exposition.
Initiate
After Era killed the two monsters threatening her friends, she puked at the realization of what just happened.
“ I-I killed someone, someone with friends, dreams, family, all that ended in an instant.” Era choked out.
“ Yeah but they were evil, They wanted to harm others, You did what you had to do,” Kitsa tried to explain.
“No i don’t have to use that bathroom,” “At least not anymore,” Era was still having a bit of hearing problems from last chapter which will be completely done away with now that the joke has been done.
“ I just really needed to get that reference out at the risk of ruining the flow,”
Back to your regularly scheduled story.
“ But why choose a young girl to go around killing people? Even if they are bad.”
“ Because this is fiction and we can do whatever we want in fiction. It makes for a plot to entertain others with,”
“ But enough with this conversation, you two dames, you’re also magical girls,” He turned his attention to the two girls who finally have a reason for being here.
“What the fuck!” Tina’s blue haired friend Mia exclaimed.
“What happened to you Tina? You’re so sparkly!”
“ She's a magical girl, and so are you!” Kitsa bestowed the magic powers onto Mia and Carie.
“ You are now stronger than any regular human in the planet, and when you transform you will have different names and be guardians of an aspect Ghostblade has chosen for you.”
He points at Mia “You with your pep shall be the guardian of war for the right cause. A noble warrior for defending the weak (not to be confused for sheer bloodlust). Your name will be Beauty Menita.
He now point at Carie “ You with your aptitude for learning shall be the guardian of knowledge, always thirsting to know more, without you people would be dumb as rocks. Your name when transformed is Beauty Oda.
“ What?” Mia said with a blank look on her face.
“ Oh no! I must be high off of something my uncle gave me!”
“ This is reality, So now you must train!”
“ LET'S DO SOME CONVENIENT TELEPORTING!”
Kitsa, Era, Mia, and Carie were conveniently teleported to a room that was completely white and seemed to span for infinity. A room where time and space didn’t exist.
“ This is the training room where you will train to conveniently raise your power levels by imagining anything to fight against or train with,”
“ This breaks the laws of reality! Such an interesting place!
“ That’s a boring name, and why do we need to do that? I was able to beat those two guys by myself,”
“ I’m mostly here for exposition and advice, yet I could’ve beaten those guys, They were the bottom of the barrel open the bad guys army,
“ Who's the bad guy?”
Just realized I used the word omnipotent for Tina’s self awareness when omnipotent means knowing everything….. whoops.
“ We’ll meet her next chapter, or the readers will I guess? More than last chapter, Oh yeah and you two transform just say what Tina said when she transformed replacing the word love with the words battle and knowledge,”
“ By the power of battle and all that is good I call upon my power!” A blue aura surrounded Mia as she got naked and clothed again. After this overly long transformation she was wearing….. a bunny suit!
“ What the?”
“Oh now that is blatant fanservice,”
“Such lewdness!”
“ Nice,”
“ I’m supposed to fight in this thing? I’ll die of embarrassment!” Menita said reasonably.
“ Nobody can tell it’s you,”
“ I’m just wearing a different outfit my hair isn’t even different or anything!”
“You have a magical aura that makes people think it’s not you,however that works,”
“ Ok now me, By the power of knowledge and all that is good I call upon my power!”
Same aura, getting naked, blah blah blah. Carie was now wearing a sailor suit with an incredibly short skirt.
“ With a skirt this short I’ll be showing my panties off to everyone!”
“ Yes,”
“ Oh, well speaking of which, Era aren’t yours cold since you never changed after wetting yourself?
“ What I didn’t wet myself this is uh um,” Era Blushed and tried to lie but failed.
“Yeah ok,”
With that our heroines began training. Era imagined up some lasers to try blasting her with so she could work on her quicktime reaction and agility. Menita imagined the two monsters from earlier to spar with. Finally Oda imagined a maze she had to get through full of weaker monsters.
Era dodged a laser and struck a pose that involved crossing her legs. What nobody except I know is that these forms make your need to pee increase the longer they are used without break.
Era used a pink shield attack to block the lasers and bent over not wanting her friends to think she was some sort of child after what happened earlier.
“ I can do this!” She said through gritted teeth “ LASER LOVE ATTACK!” Several pink lasers shot from her blasting the machines creating the other lasers, blowing them up.
“ Yeah I- aah!” She had missed a laserbot so it shot her in the back. Era spurted into her already wet panties. She turned around blasting in its direction. But it dodged since it was programmed to increase in speed the more robots were destroyed.,
“ Alright you wanna tussle lets go, HEARTBREAK SWORD!” Her energy sword crackling Tina prepared to slash this thing in two.
Meanwhile Menita was having pee problems of her own. The bluette hadn’t used the bathroom in a while and it was affecting her ability to fight. She eeped as she leaked a little into the blue panties of her bunny suit.
“ WARRIORS SPIRIT!”she let out a ball of blue energy against the imaginary version of the British monster.
“ Oi girl you’re fine as tits but I’ll kill ya GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!” The imaginary British one fired his ultimate attack.
“ I’ll show you that power creep is a bitch you tea drinking prick! FLAMES OF WAR!” Menita brought out her ultimate attack overpowering god save the Queen.
“ Bloody…. fuckin….. slapper,” The fake British one croaked as he died.
Menita due to focusing on the attack brought away focus on her bladder as she lost control for a few seconds urine wetting the crotch of the bunny suit and running down the pantyhose. Luckily she stopped before she lost complete control.
“ BRUTEFORCEPUNCH!” The other one quickly yelled as he sucker punched Mia
“ Fuck I forgot about him!” She thought.
Meanwhile meanwhile Oda was running through the maze also desperate from not having peed for a while. She weaved through the hoard of enemies with her hand in her crotch.
“ I wish I could get a break to pee,” she blasted several monsters with a basic energy attack. She hit a dead end and turned around to see a good deal of random monsters blocking her way.
(Sigh) “ WISDOM FLASH!” Oda held out her wand and a bright flash disintegrated the monsters.
“ Well I guess I could pee here,” Oda pulled her purple, lace, panties down but then saw a bunny. “Aw what are you doing here cutie?” She said pulling her panties up.
The bunny multiplied into 6 bunnies “huh?”
The bunnies showed off their incredibly sharp teeth.
……
“ MAN EATING BUNNIES AAAAAAHHHH!” Oda peed a little and starting running in fear.
Back to Era
Era was hacking and slashing at the robot. The robot was dodging and blasting. Both had the same speed, however Era’s concentration was heavily impaired by the fact that she needed to pee.
To Menita now
Menita was tired out from using her attack against the British one and could barely concentrate on the other monster. Only able to dodge. The other one was doing his best to crush her. Mia leaked again as she put both hands in her crotch.
To Oda now
Oda found the exit and blasted down the door to get away from the man eating bunnies. She jumped 30 ft down to the ground from the floating maze the bunnies following suit. She crouched from the desperation she felt and got really angry at the bunnies.
“ THE PAIN OF KNOWLEDGE!” She cried out still crouching as a thousand small lasers killed each bunny.
“ Oh dear me how uncivilized!” She tried to get up bu-
“ AAAAAAHHHHH UUUUHH!”
THERES GONNA BE 3 OF THEM MY DUDES!!!!
Oda screamed as she felt the urine explode from her. Her purple panties darkened with urine falling between her legs. She was already crouched, so her legs were relatively dry. Some hit the back of her skirt creating a slightly noticeable wet patch.
“ AAH OOH!”
She moaned at the relief but it was still overshadowed by the embarrassment. She had teased Era earlier for the same thing hadn’t she. The stream stopped and she got up to inspect herself. Her panties were wet at the crotch and the bottom with the skirt noticeably wet at the back.
Back to Menita
Menita was still dodging the other ones attacks. She weaved in and out of his punches. She realized she’d have to attack or else she’d have an accident and die.
“SPEAR OF PROTECTION!” A spear materialized in Menita’s hands and she plunged it into the other ones chest.
“Ah fuck! I can’t believe you’ve done this!” And he died.
“ HAH AH HAAA!”
With that attack she focused all her attention away from her bladder.
And so……….
HERES THE SECOND OF THE 3
The crotch of her suit became wet as she started to pee. Her panties underneath were soaked as it had trouble leaving her panties leaking into her pantyhose. Mia put her hands on her legs as she soaked herself, forming a puddle on the floor when it finally overflowed.
She checked her outfit. There were several wet streaks on her pantyhose but she was otherwise ok. Soaking, but ok.
Back to Era
Era was getting more frustrated and more wet as she fought and leaked. She slashed with speed incomprehensible. The robot was juking her out and blasting at her.
She screamed in rage as her aura flared. Her sword grew and she slashed with a speed that even the robot couldn’t handle. So it was cut in half and destroyed.
“Yeah I Ohgodistillneedtopee!”
FINAL WETTING SCENE FOR THIS CHAPTER
The urine wet her already wet panties again with more ease than before. It flowed down her legs and fell straight to the ground from where she hovered. It fell into a puddle far below her. She tried jamming her hands into her crotch but it was too late and it made the wet spot from before spread.
She couldn’t believe it. So soon after the first accident.
She finally stopped as she sighed in relief. The robot was gone she didn’t need to pee anymore and she was stronger than before….. even if she did smell like pee.
She flew down to where Menita and Oda were standing. She looked at them and saw the wetness on both of them.
“ Did you two wet yourselves?”
“ No we uh!” Oda said with a red face.
“ Oh so now it seems the turns have tabled!”
“ Hey Era you look wetter than before!” Menita teased
“Uh!”
“ Oh wow you did it again! It seems old habits die hard!” Oda fired back with a teasing face.
“ honestly it seems like we’re all little children huh,”
“ that’s it we’re team pantswetter!”
“ Oh no that’ll just be you ha ha!”
And so they joked with each other for a while before Kitsa told them to go home and stop making the place smell like pee. They untransformed and all went home giggling like the friends they were.
Chapter 3 end
Authors note.... the next chapter will be solely about the villain
Tina prime is sick today so their will be no comment from her.
Please leave comments and criticisms down below.
With love Ghostblade(stay thirsty my friends) |
Authors note……..
Hello hello I’m feeling inspired after rereading Alice No 100cc (it’s an Omorashi manga give it a try it’s not hard to find free) I’m feeling inspired to start on chapter 4.
Although it’s 11 pm on a Wednesday my dudes at the time of at least making the authors note even though it’ll probably be finished on Saturday :p.
This chapter introduces you to our villain, Aed horsewoman of death, as well as her 3 generals, the other horsemen.
So without further adieu LEEEEEEEEETS GET READY TO-
“ Oh Mr. Narrator/god!”
“ Yeah What is it?”
“ You went ahead and finished chpt 3 while I was sick even though I said not to! also with that you haven’t been doing a good idea at this self awareness thing in this thread! “
“ This is a different you that has experienced trauma recently she needs time to recover,”
“ I’ve gotten better now,” said….. MAGIC TINA!
“ What are you doing here? Didn’t I say not to have yourselves in the same place and same ti-AIAAIAIAIAIA!!!!!!!!!!”
“ What the hell! He disappeared into a black hole!”
“ Then I guess we’ll have to be the narrators,” I ,Tina Prime, said to my counterpart, smug faces came on our faces as we realized this freedom.
“ Here’s the script so we can get a base on what we’re generally talking about,” “I, Magic Tina, said.
*In unison striking a cute pose* “ Then without further adieu LEEEEEEEETS GET READY TO RUUUUUUUUUMBLE!!”
Chapter 3 the villain episode. Initiate “ Does he think it’s cool to say initiate?” “ Who knows?”
Long ago in a world filled with chaos, there was a bearded man being chased by four people, one looked fat and jolly, another was tall and handsome, another had long blonde hair, the last was a stunning woman in a black dress.
The bearded man stopped at the edge of a cliff, rain pouring like the entire ocean was raining down on them.
The woman stopped and spoke to this man “ Give it up Juses, today you die, and the apocalypse shall happen, a world of chaos only we can control!”
“ Oooooh who’s this Juses guy?” Magic Tina asked herself.
“ Occording to God’s notes this is………. Jesus’ second cousin twice removed and our predecessor,” Tina prime told herself.
“ What the fuck? I think we need a bit more exposition from this one!”
“ According to this Jesus wasn’t the lamb of god Juses was but nobody believed him about anything thinking he was cuckoo, he also has the same powers we do!”
“ Stop conversing with each other my successors! And I can’t believe you’ve done this! Taking over the story! Attention whores!”
“ Who the fuck are you talking to Juses! Let’s get this over with My Lady Aed I need to gorge myself at Sausage house at 3:01!”
At the mention of sausage Conquiren couldn’t help but Oh My in delight.
“ Shut the fuck up faggot!”
“ It’s not an insult if it’s true Famiere, But My Lady why should we waste such a nice piece of man by killing him? Give him to me and I’ll take Good care of him,” Conquiren nearly salivated with every word.
“ I won’t take promises from a man who’s every last inch is covered in semen,” Aed then turned to Famiere.
“ Famiere you gluttonous fuck lose some goddamn weight! I gain calories by looking at you! Have you ever even seen a treadmill!”
“ Your words cut deep My Lady,”
“ Not with that much blubber on you! You’d think you’d have thick skin with all them fat rolls!”
While Aed roasted the shit out of Famiere, Waratia decided to have a grab at Juses.
“ Oh my!”
“ Ok so we have the fat stereotype and the gay stereotype, whats Waretia then?” “ Tina prime asked out loud.
“ I must do this, For my honor as the horseman of war, Battling you to defeat you once and for all to establish a world of Conquest, Famine, War, and Death,”
“ The serious one,” Magical Tina answered for her counterpart.
“Your seriousness is putting me to sleep Waretia, Why don’t I sleep on your carcass tonight,” Juses said calmly yet dramatically.
Juses’ robes grew longer and became a shade of green as he did his,own transformation, Spinning like the Earth on its axis, enveloped in a green aura, holy and divine.
“ I am Mr. Juses, lamb of Ghostblade913, wrecker of you,”
Juses rushed at Waretia, punching him in key pressure points to do as much damage as possible. He then roundhouse kicked Waretia into a rock.
“Impressive my foe, Nut can you handle this?” Waretia summoned several skeleton warriors to do his bidding. They came out the ground armed to the bone.
“You think spooky bois will defeat me you cuck!” Juses lifted a finger and the spooky boys blew up.
But then from the smoke Waretia appeared, having used the smoke as a smokescreen. SLASH, HACK, SLASH! Waretia tried to cut Juses into pieces, but Juses dodged every slash.
“ The forces of good will triumph! BEGONE THOT!” Juses kneed Waretia in the stomach then blasted him with a simple energy blast.
The other horsemen were still roasting this shit out of each other but before Famiere could finish a particularly good one Waretia slammed into him.
“ Huh? Oh right, We we’re trying to kill our mortal enemy.” Aed snapped back to reality
“ Whoop there goes gravity,” Magic Tina slapped Tina prime for getting off subject.
“ Alright Juses the time has come for us to fight! Your powers won’t work on me this time!”
“ Flesruoy tew,” Juses chanted a spell.
“ Ah fuck I was wrong!” Cried Aed as she immediately reached the limits of her bladder.
WELL THIS ONE'S PRETTY EARLY BUT HERE'S A WETTING SCENE
Aed cried out in a girly voice unfitting for the villain as pee started to pour out of her. She hunched over and grabbed the front of her black dress tightly only succeeding in getting herself more wet. The urine streamed down her legs through her tights making a giant puddle on the floor. Eventually it started to become a single drip drop as she started to run out of pee.
Aed’s dress was black and so were her tights so there wasn’t much to be seen. Her panties however were soaked at the crotch although nobody could see it. The most interesting thing was that Aed’s face wasn’t one of embarrassment, but one of pure rage!
“ How….. How dare you….. HOW DARE YOU!”
“ My Lady please calm down and let m -
“ SHUT UP!” She turned to Juses.
“ I will kill you for this! YOU THREE GIVE ME YOUR POWER!”
“ Eep!”
“ Oh dear!”
“Yes My Lady,”
The three minions gave almost all the strength the had to Aed who was using it to create a giant sphere of apocalyptic energy.
“ THIS WILL BLOW YOU OFF THE FACE OF THE PLANET! HERE TAKE IT! APOCALYPSE BOMB!”
Juses looked at the apocalypse bomb. Yes this would destroy the him, and a good chunk of this part of the Earth. He placed on hand on his chin and sighed, he then took out a photo of a woman and a little boy. He wiped a single tear off his cheek as he realized what must be done.
He jumped up to the apocalypse bomb and grabbed it with his hands.
“ What are you doing?” Aed hissed.
“ You two little girls up there! Listen to my plea! In taking god's place as you’ve done you have his powers! So please lend them to me! Dimensional powers!”
“ I uh, what?” Magical Tina looked so confused.
“ Magic me!” Tina prime said.
“ Let’s give the power to this man! He’s willing to risk it all for everyone he loves!”
“ …. You’re right! Let’s let him defeat them once and for all!”
“ No you mustn’t do that!
“ But why not!”
“ Because I can see that, you have a destiny much larger than mine to fulfill! I must end myself here to keep them at bay so you can defeat them, I know it!”
“I-I!” Magic Tina stuttered.
“ I can see that Ghostblade making you a magic girl has made you reluctant to let anyone good die, but it must be for the greater good,”
“ Please now! I can’t hold it on my own much longer!”
“ STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF YOU FREAK AND JUST DIE!”
Magic Tina sighed “ I guess we have to honor this man's dying wish,”
So they gave Juses dimensional powers that exert a lot of energy… enough to kill yourself.
“ Alright then, THOT CONTROLLER DIMENSION!”
Juses smiled as he exploded from the inside out creating a dimension that would suck the horsemen in. They all screamed as they were sucked into this dimension, never to be seen again for over 2000 years.
Chapter 3 villain episode part 1 of 2 end.
Authors note
*Pained screaming*
“ Well that was something!”
“ And it was only part one of two!”
“Shouldn’t the next one be chapter 4 instead of chapter 3 part two?”
“ I did always think that was weird,”
Well then audience how did you this backstory chapter two parter? Please leave comments and criticism as well as ideas down below.
With love Tina-P and Tina-M (stay thirsty friends) |
Authors note…. *Closer sounding screams of agony*
“Well this is part 2 of the two parter involving the villains, let’s see what their plans are!”
“ Oh boy I can’t wait to see what I’m supposed to be stopping!”
“ Make sure to write notes throughout the entire thing,”
“Yeah I’ll just leave the talking to you,”
“ Without further adieu LEEEEEEEEEETS GET READY TO RUUUUUUUUMBLE!!!”
Chapter 3 the villain episode part 2. Initiate
2000 years later.
“ So there I was barbecue sauce all over my nipples-“
(Oh wow that’s inappropriate and weird)
“ Conquiren we’ve heard this story ONE HUNDRED MILLION TIMES! SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
In a dimension created by the sacrifice of Juses, there lived only four beings, the four horsemen of the apocalypse. These couple thousands of years have been pretty boring for them. All they’ve been doing is sleeping, masterbating, or listening to Conquiren tell that same story about that birthday party years ago.
“ I’m going to go insane if I have to spend another year in here! Such a beautiful maiden, left waste away in a dimension created by her enemy!” Aed sobbed dramatically.
“ I don’t see any beautiful maidens in here, only Conquiren!” Famiere snorted in laughter.
(Roasted the shit out of her)
Aed had about had enough of Fameires shit, so she focused on her wrist, trying to gather some energy to blast his fat face. But she was more or less a regular woman in this dimension with barely any energy.
“ Ah haha Ah haha Ah hah-
Zap
Everyone jumped in surprise as Aed managed to blast Famiere with a little energy. While it wasn’t much to even hurt him, it should’ve been impossible with the way the dimension worked.
“ Did.. you just…?” Waretia sputtered our in glee.
“ I… I did!”
Everyone looked at what seemed to be the door to the dimension. Over all these years the dimension was slowly getting weaker and now, a little energy from reality has leaked in and is leaking in at a steady pace.
“ Quick let’s put our energy together and break the barrier!”
The horsemen focused with all they had to give as much energy as possible to Aed so she could break it.
“ APOCALYPSE BOMB!”
Aed threw the apocalypse bomb with all her might. It hit the exit and shattered it! The entire dimension began to break around them, cracks appearing over the seemingly endless horizon.
Now outside the dimension on a street in the middle of Colorado random cracks appeared midair the cracks grew larger until it exploded and with a loud “pop” sound 3 grown men and 1 woman fell back into the world.
(A pop sound, that’s pretty anticlimactic)
“ We.. we did it! Backstreet's back baby ALRIGHT!” Famiere started hugging Waretia and jumping in joy both men crying tears of joy, however when Famiere got a whiff of what the 4 of them smelled like, he started to puke as did the other 3.
“ Oh god *gagging noises* so this is what it smells like to not shower for 2000 years!”
“ It smells like that time I accidentally used the laxatives early and-
“ SHUT UP!”
“ ….” Waretia, usually the most stoic, had even passed out.
The 4 horsemen ran for the nearest body of water to wash themselves in, eventually finding a lake big enough to split the guys and Aed.
(See kids evil stinks)
An hour later and everyone was about done, of course Conquiren wanted to “show off”
“ Conquiren none of us wants to see your- honestly I’ve got to say I’m impressed!” As much as Famiere hated Conquiren, he had to admit that guy had some nice…. uh…. um… uh ABS! Yeah abs that’s exactly what I meant! Get your head out the clouds this is a family friendly fetish fan fiction… wait.
“ Oh my! But what do you think Waretia?”
“ I think you should get dressed so we can meet back up with our leader,”
;-;
The 3 generals went over to where Aed was and as they got there she had just finished putting on her still-damp dress.
“ So What is the plan My Lady?”
“ I’ve tried some complex magic but it seems that dimension still affects us now to the point where we can barely use basic attacks, so it seems we must go further to get energy by stealing it from the world, i theorize that if we get enough back then we can use it again normally and take over the world!”
“ How will we collect the energy?” Famiere giggles evilly.
“ I think among us we have enough energy to create a single energy harvester monster, if they kill enough people and give the energy to us then we will be able to collect energy normally again,” She then turned to Waretia.
“ Waretia, you are the weakest among us, so I imagine you have a lower cap for the amount of energy you need to get back to normal again, that, and I don’t trust these 2 dimwits to be stronger than me for any time, got it?”
(Write that down magic me write that down)
“ Yes My Lady,”
So they used what little energy they had left to create a completely loyal energy harvester monster. He had a British accent for some reason.
“Might I suggest heading back to our lair? It should still be concealed and I’ve been DYING to see my old erotic art collection made by the Greeks!”
“ Ewwwww, but good idea! I can still track it, it seems to be…” Aed concentrated hard to find her beacon in the lair.”Down Southeast from here!”
“ Then I’ll stay to gather energy,”
So our villains set off in search of their lair and after looking at a current day map it seemed it was in a place called “Alabama” which was actually a word in the old evil language spoken by the horsemen before switching to English. It meant Inbred.
“ Such a weird name! Oh well I’m sure it’s just a coincidence,”
*Imitating Owen Wilson* (Wow)
So the trio were walking through the country, they were not human so they could last conditions much more extreme for humans. They never needed to rest a single bit during their walk from Colorado to Alabama. Nor did they need to eat, drink, or pee.
Except for Aed as she absolutely loved wine, often stealing it from stores. It took a lot to get her immediately desperate, but she drank just enough that she was bursting to pee by the time they got to the lair.
“Something wrong My Lady?”
“ No no it’s nothing I’m just a little excited to be home that’s all!”
Aed clenched her thighs together, her pride getting in the way of just popping a squat by a tree. She also needed to make sure the 2 generals in front of her couldn’t tell so she had to refrain from touching her crotch.
The foretress that was opened in the ground was disguised as a pond. This didn’t help Aed as she bounced a little.
The water parted and a set of stairs appeared in its place. They entered and were greeted by all of Aed’s pet bats which she had forgotten over the years.
“ Eep!” Aed leaked as the bats swarmed their owner.
“ Oh hi mommy missed you too!” Aed sputtered.
They entered the throne room. Where Aed usually sat, her room in a hallway down a hallway in the back and the generals hallways to the side.
“ I can’t wait to stuff my face with everything in the magic fridge! I can finally eat those sausages I never got to get!”
“ Oh my! And I can’t wait to masterbate In solitude again!” * Aed and Famiere shuddered in remembrance.
Aed kept shuddering as she began to leak a small stream down her left leg. Luckily the floor was covered in a very nice red carpet, alpaca wool.
“OKBUTNOWIMJUSTGONNAGOTAKEASHOWERNECAUSEIMALLFILTHYOKBYEWE’LLTALKTHISOVERLATER!!!” Aed said really fast running back to her room.
“ Well that was weird, I wonder what her problem is?
“ Oh Famiere poor, slow, Famiere, Can’t you see a horny person when they are right in front of you? I bet you can satisfy whatever ails her!”
“ Re-really you th-think I have a chance?” Famiere stuttered.
“ Of course! The only reason I haven’t gone for you is the fact that you despise me!”
Famiere psyched himself up to go for Aed, put on his best suave voice, and headed to Aed’s room.
Now he had expected her to be masterbating or humping a table or something. This wasn’t what he expected
HERES THE OTHER WETTING SCENE FOR YOU AUDIENCE!
Aed was in front of her bathroom door with her hands in her crotch. The crotch was noticeably dark and Famiere could smell…. pee? He saw liquid falling from beneath the slit in her dress and the carpet under her was getting dark. She was wetting herself no doubt about it. The backside of her dress got dark all the way down from her crotch on the front and back. The liquid ram in two separate streams converging into the darkness of the carpet.
Aed’s face was as red as her dress but when she saw Famiere gazing at her with a look of arousal it became fury AND embarrassment.
“ DONT LOOK AT MEEEEE!” She said that with a girlish scream and relentless fury at the same time as she blasted Famiere through the wall.
“ Wo-ohohohohoho-Wo-hohohohoho!” Conquiren laughed his tight ass off.
Unfortunately Famiere survived. Aed was so embarrassed that she Locked herself in her room for the rest of the day.
(Damn I’m disappointed that Famiere didn’t die)
Meanwhile….
As a monster slashed open a mans guts, he swallowed him whole. Beside the monster was a dark haired man, Waretia, smirking with delight. “ Monster, now that you have that man's energy give it to me,”
The monster relented and gave Waretia his energy. Electricity surged around Waretia as he cackled in delight, his lady Aed would be so proud of what he was doing, and he would become her number 1 general finally reaching his only goal in life.
“ AH HAHA AH HAHA AH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
(That went from 0-100 real quick)
End of chapter 3 part 2
Authors note………….
Tina-p. “Oh wow so that’s what the vile villains have in store for the future! Magic me did you get all that down?”
Tina-m “Yep I’ll have to share this with my teammates then we can-
Suddenly I finally managed to return to my dimension.
AAAAAAAAAAAH *gasp* IM GONNA FUCKING KILL THE TWO OF YOU!
*turns to Tina-M* ILL SEND YOU TO THE NEXT DIMENSION! BEGONE THOT!
*Tina-M gets sent back to her dimension painfully*
AND YOU
Eep!
I’ve got a special punishment for you!
Thank you for reading please leave comments and criticism as well as suggestions down below.
Hmm what did I do to Tina prime? Well if you must know.
NOOOO NOT TELETUBBIES! ANYTHING BUT THAT!
Ha
With love Ghostblade (stay thirsty my friends) |
Authors note….. man is it good to be back! You wouldn’t believe what I had to do in there. Luckily it seems Tina and Tina substitute nicely for the two parter, I was so tired from my trip that I couldn’t post last Saturday so here it is.
“Tele.. no… baby.. sun,” *sob*
She’ll be fine by the end of the chapter.
Chapter 4 Is your mom a plot device?
“ Well then let’s go home,” Tina and the Beauty squad had finished training at last. Everyone was tired and wet, ready to just sleep the week away.
“ Oh so how are you going to hide from my parents?” Tina questioned Kitsa as they walked on towards her house.
“ What the hell do you mean? I already look like a stuffed animal, I’ll just hide among yours,” Kitsa, the familier with an NYC accent answered our heroine.
“I don’t have any stuffed animals,”
“ What? I though your kind had rooms loaded with stuffed animals!”
“ Because I’m a girl?” Tina asked puzzled, with a confused look on her face.
“ Because you’re a magical girl!”
Tina and Kitsa walked up to Tina’s front door and were greeted by Tina’s mom, a beautiful woman with her hair in a side braid, she had a bit of sauce on her apron that was covering her modest dress as she answered her daughter lovingly.
“ Welcome home dear!” She said brightly. She then saw Kitsa in her hands. “ Gasp a stuffed animal! Did a boy give that to you? Oh my little girl is growing up! Just remember I’m impossibly understanding of your dreams and aspirations! Just remember to always do what’s right even if nobody’s looking!”
“ Ok mom can do it would be horrible if you suddenly left my life to create motivation for my character, especially with my bumbling father who doesn’t know how to raise me properly,”
“ I’m going for groceries in the late night, it’s not like anything bad will happen to me,”
*CLICK* I’ve disconnected Tina’s fourth wall power so notice how the mother has black text, which so far has only been given to minor characters who don’t have a lot of screen time. *CLICK*
Later that night Tina was watching tv while Kitsa sat in her room looking like a stuffed animal, not even breathing, his already shut looking eyes doing a great job of hiding his eyes while he has his eyes open.
“ Hey kiddo, how’s it going?” Tina’s father, Dick, had come home from his ambiguous job at ambiguous industries, wearing his white button up and tie with no pants on.
“ Daddy where are your pants?” “ Oh god that sounded like a porno! Ignore that audience!”
“ I don’t know they dissolved the moment I came in the door,” He then unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his white tank top with a gravy stain on it, a beer appearing in his hands.
“ Let’s watch the news,” So he went to the tv and flipped it over to the news and what he saw he almost couldn’t comprehend.
“Thanks Janine so let’s bring out this new psa for children titled “ Is your mother a plot device?” Let’s see it,”
Ah yes, the mother. A woman who can keep a steady household. One couldn’t imagine it but! Your mother may be a plot device destined for death! If she is, teens, accept your mom's death and husbands should accept it as well.
“ Huh?”
“ Hmm?”
Does your mother and/or wife wear a modest dress with an apron?
“ Yes,” the father and daughter said in unison.
Does she believe in her child’s dreams and give life lessons to impossible levels?
“Yes,”
Is the father not up to the challenge of parenthood?
“Yes,”
Does she have a side braid?
“ Yes,”
Congratulations, she is dead soon. So what you can do to prevent her death is-
“ We interrupt this program to give you breaking news! Monsters are eating people in downtown Vilcitown.
“ Oh no!”
The news showed a scene of mass destruction as monster ran around eating people, laughing maniacally as they did it. As the camera panned the destruction, Tina and Dick saw her.
“ MOM!” Tina cried out.
“ CHARLENE!” Dick cried out louder.
“ AAAAAAAAH!” Charlene cried out as a monster grabbed her and ripped her in half.
“ My god!” The cameraman yelled out. “ What the hell is-AAAAH-zzpt. The tv showed static.
“ Well that was horrifying! Well now after the break we will show the next psa. “ Is your daughter a magical girl?” The anchorman said with a smile as the screen cut to commercial.
“M-m-Mom, I-I ” Tina tried to hold in tears but couldn’t as sobs and tears burst from her. She threw her arms around her dad who was trying to save face for his daughter.
“ It’s ok to cry baby,” he whispered softly to her. “ Sometimes we lose who we love and we should *sniffle*,” Dick began to cry alongside his daughter holding her tight.
Tina tightened up and said with resolve, “ I’m gonna destroy those monsters! I can’t let murderers like them walk the Earth ending innocent lives!” She ran up to her room.
Dick sat back on the couch and wiped a tear from his eyes. He himself was too dazed to think that what she said meant anything, however he was wrong, so I’ll give him a sign from god to put him on the right track.
“Is YOUR DAUGHTER a magical girl?”
“ Huh?”
(In slightly French voice) *meanwhile*
“ What the fuck is wrong with you Ghostblade!?”
Hell do you mean?
“ You killed my mom!”
This is all for the sake of story
“ Killing other people’s loved ones and forcing them into fetish situations is your idea of a story?”
We are IN the story so yes
“ Grrr fuck off!”
Hmph
Tina got to downtown Vilcitown. Is it a village? Is it a city? Is it a town? We all scream inside for we don’t know the answer. She steeled herself for a fight while Kitsa gave her motivation
“ Try to be your best cause you’re only a man-
“ I’m a girl,”
“ Push it to the limit, walk along the razor's edge, but don’t look down just keep your head or you’ll be finished!”
“ Better, ok lets do this!”
Menita and Oda arrived on the scene having been called by Kitsa. Both were transformed and looked determined.
“ Ok so for a battle plan I was thinking we do a pincer movement,” analyzed Oda
“ Ima skullfuck em!” Menita yelled her battle cry and rushed at one of the monsters. He smashed her into a gas station that then blew up. Weirdly enough she was none worse for the wear.
“ Oh god Menita why?” Oda yelled exasperated. “ Oh and by the way, do we have like an official role in the group? Like a title?”
“ The homosexual supporting cast!” Era’s aura flared as it had against the machine in the training room.
“ What no we’re not gay we’re uh cousins!” Can’t have this there’s censorship laws out there.
The citizens of Alabama would like to know your location Oda I let Oda hear that one.
“Who said that?”
“ Our murderous pervert of a god!” Era gritted her teeth.
The monsters, after seeing Menita, clambered up the hill that Oda,Era ,and Kitsa were on. Bloodlust seething from them as they each wanted to eat one of them.
“ SHIELD OF KNOWLEDGE!” Oda created her weapon, a purple shield.
Era dashed down the hill, beheading monsters as she went. Oda followed suite and they formed a battle combination where Era slashed the monsters, turned around, and Oda would block enemies with her shield.
“ This is much easier aiming for the vitals!”
“ I’ll suck your ass!” A particularly large one screamed as he charged up his Tremor cannonball.
“ I’ll cut off your head and shit down your throat!” Era flipped over the attack and sliced his head off and though she wanted to do what she said in the line above, I don’t think this is the time or place for that.
“ Shut your fucking mouth murderer!”
*slightly French voice* meanwhile
Menita staggered out of the gas station and while the gas station was in flames, she wasn’t except she was choking on ash.
“ Water… I need water,” She choked out.
So for plot convenience I’ll put a whole water cooler in the middle of the street, ice cold and completely fine for drinking all of it ;)
“ Glug glug, Ah refreshing water nothing can go wrong from-
3...2...1 and-
Gah! I need to pee!”
Menita looked around the ruins of the area for a bathroom but then remembered she was in the middle of a battle.
Say where is the battle going on? Ok so most of them are getting slaughtered by the overpoweredness of Tina in her…. I don’t think I’ve addressed the aura thing either. I digress and look! I’ve found the other 3 that aren’t on the hill.
“Ok I think if we eat everyone in the building we can kill those lewdly dressed girls,” The strongest monster in the entire battle said.
“ Look the blue one is looking at us!” Said the third strongest.
“ You will not kill anymore people! Because you will bow before my power!”
“ I Think not,” the second strongest one ambushed her from inside a building, putting her in a full Nelson.
In response Menita kicked him in the non-existent dick which made him drop her since he hadn’t yet realized he didn’t have a dick.
“ My dick my dick! Wait a second!WHERE'S MAH DICK!”
The strongest one jumped to where Menita was, landing with a thud.
“ Idiot we don’t have dicks!”
He and Menita exchanged a flurry of punches. She was good, powers of war, it was like fighting his master.
He roundhouse kicked her into the building. As she got up she squeezed her thighs and brought out her spear.
The third strongest moved in front of her with a traffic light to use as a weapon of his own. They traded strikes with their weapons until the third strongest chomped at her with his teeth. This surprised her so much that she spurted into her panties.
He kept chomping at her attempting to add her power to his own the other two joined in all tripping over each other for a power boost.
Menita was being overwhelmed, she spun her spear to try to keep them back as she backed into a corner.
She didn’t want to, but she started fully focusing on the battle at hand and forgot about her bladder, this caused her to leak slowly.
She flipped over them and fired a scatter shot of blasts “ Machine gun scatter!”
With the monsters disoriented she leaped in kicking and punching all of them. As she fought she completely forgot about her bladder which was slowly but steadily releasing pee into her blue leotard and creating streaks on the tights.
As she panted and sweated she fought, and as she fought, she started smiling. As the guardian of war protection she couldn’t refute that she was enjoying this! As she fought she unknowingly started tapping into more power.
“ I’ll crush your head!” The strongest one kneed her in the stomach, causing her to largely spurt, he grabbed her by the head and started squeezing.
“ I call this my can opener attack!”
“ Calm down Steve you’re just squeezing her head, no need to name everything we do,”
She screamed as Steve threatened to pop her head like a pimple and grabbed his wrist trying to stop him. As she struggled she aligned more and more with her soul, her grip became tighter and tighter until….
She exploded with rage and snapped his wrist off! Her aura blazed like flames of war!
Speaking of which…
She punched Steve in the gut so hard that he slammed into a building on this burning street.
“ FLAMES OF WAR!” Menita’s ultimate attack flared from her outstretched hands and completely destroyed the second and third strongest ones.
“ Spear of protection!” She called out her weapon again and shot an icy glare at Steve.
“ I gotta call the boss,” Steve’s back was broken so he had no choice but to call his master, he started chanting to summon him.
“ Hgggg Ah!” Despite her constant leaking, Menita’s bladder felt worse. She tried to aim and throw the spear, but she needed to pee too badly.
She thought to herself “ No I need to…. I need to throw this at him and end it!”
“ NO nononono AHH!”
I KNOW YALL DONT WANNA LISTEN TO ME YOU JUST WANNA FAP HERES THE SCENE
Menita cursed herself as pee streamed out her tights and onto the ground below. She still had a look of determination though it really didn’t help. Her panties had been far too late to save a few lines ago while the pee soaked her butt and streamed down her legs.
A huge puddle expanded from under her as she still tried to aim. She did her best not to moan at her release and found it hard not to.
When it was over her entire lower half was soaked, even a little somehow got to her bunny tail.
A pillar of light came down from the sky as Steve finished the incantation while Menita was peeing herself.
“ My my Who has enough power to force the best monster in the third greatest of all my 4 regiments?” He walked over to Steve and without a second thought, plunged his hand into Steve’s neck, draining his power.
Menita looked at this man and felt a weird connection, as though they were siblings.
Waretia looked around and felt a similar feeling as his eyes lay upon Menita.
“ I feel an energy like mine coming from you, could you be the one that beat my monster?”
“ I-I I d-did,” Menita couldn’t help but stutter in fear as she looked at him, she felt as though she was nothing, his serious eyes bore into her soul.
“ Then you must be a threat to my glorious leader Aed! Who’s beauty, cunning, and power knows no bounds!” He said this all with a straight face, yet she could hear an underlying tone of aggression towards her.
“This power I sense, it is that of war, yet your power feels more calming than mine, a protector instead of a destroyer,”
“ Draw your weapon and pit protection against destruction! For I Waretia shall prove the power of my master”
Menita whimpered as she raised her spear, how could she beat such power?
Meanwhile
Era and Oda just finished killing the last one when they felt Waretia’s power.
“ What in the world is that?”
“ That’s Waretia, he’s the fourth strongest of our enemy,”
“ Just the fourth!” Oda gasped.
“ He sent the monster that killed my mom, I can’t take any revenge over our god, but I can sure kill him!”
Meanwhile
Waretia slammed the butt of the spear onto Menita’s head, he beat her without mercy, striking to harm as much as possible, but not kill.
“ Surely such a cute bunny couldn’t be an embodiment of war?” He said as he slammed her against a wall.
Menita’s bunny ear drooped and a tear rolled down her cheek.
“ I shall kill you now for the glory of Aed,” he said calmly, you couldn’t even slightly hear any murderous intent in his voice.
“ Hey assbutt!” Waretia turned his head to see a girl in a pink maid outfit and a girl in a sailor suit.
“ I assume you know this bunny?” He kicked Menita in the face, the pain causing her to revert back to her old Mia self.
“ Ha you needed a transformation to get to your power? I’m disappointed,”
“ Leave her alone so I can kill you,” Era flared and stared down Waretia.
“ Then by all means try to, I’ll even wait for you to make a move,”
“ Era you’re much stronger than me so I think I should take the high ground and fire from above while you fight him below,”
Era said nothing and walked over to Waretia.
“ Wait no Era What are you doing? Oda panicked her friends demeanor.
Era said nothing, Waretia said nothing, and then.
“ LASERLOVEATTACK!” Era blasted out lasers as fast as possible to try and catch him off guard from her wand which were each dodged by Waretia. Waretia punched Era and then head butted her, to which she flew back and fired several basic attacks.
Oda flew to the top sides of buildings and fired attacks at Waretia making weird motions with her hands and having the attacks come from every direction. Waretia dodged them like they were nothing.
He continued chasing Era who,was flying backwards and firing attacks at him.
“ LAZER LOVE ATTACK!” She couldn’t catch him with the attack and ended up cutting an evacuated building in half.
She changed tactics mid battle and pulled out her sword while rushing at him in a second. He simply grabbed her by both arms and bitch slapped her into the ground.
He then pile drived her and grabbed her by the neck and whispered in her ear . “ I haven’t even used any of my powers yet,”
“ Era!” Oda appeared behind Waretia. “ I’ve got you now! WISDOM FLASH!”
Waretia smirked at her as the attack hit him head on…. it didn’t show a single mark.
“ Not.. even.. a..scratch,” she whispered softly.
Waretia punched her in the face with such intensity that it immediately knocked her out of her transformation and she became just Carie.
“Now then, where were we?” He threw her to the ground began stepping on her ribs.
Authors note…….Now you see all hope is lost in this situation. This is the final chapter of this story, for this is Tina’s final resting place, forever.
With love Ghostblade
Ok I’m sure nobody believed that and I’m sorry, let’s continue as I pull a deus x machina out my ass.
“ Infatuation smoke bomb,” a handsome guardian in a butler suit clouded Waretia’s vision so he could grab all the Beauties in time.
“ Ah what in the! Hmm it seems they got away, I better report this to my mistress,”
As she was carried away Tina opened her eyes to see a guy her age with brown hair, he didn’t notice her, but she could tell who he was.
“Gary?” She thought. After all he looks exactly as described in the character guide and it was about time he entered. She decided to say something, but drifted off to sleep while saying.
“ Fucking deus x machina,”
The real authors note…. So this was a pretty dark chapter. Sorry I didn’t post last Saturday I was doing something important so I wanted to put my all into this chapter here.
“ I can’t believe Gary’s in the story now! And he looks so handsome that I’m jealous!”
Well you can see yours again because I feel like adding another chapter to your original story next Saturday.
“ Woah really it would be great to see everyone again!”
“ Oh and what about those aura things that have been popping up?”
Basically transformations before the transformations. Let’s call them grades, you and Mia are at grade 2 while Carie is still grade 1 which makes her the weakest.
“Oh ok,”
Please leave comments and criticism down below as well as ideas next Saturday I’m adding a chapter to the original thread Tina the Omorashi Girl!
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Authors note…. Well last chapter I pulled a fucking deus x machina out of my ass and left on a cliffhanger. So let’s see what happens after they’re saved.
And I really apologize for procrastinating the release of this chapter. I won’t disappoint on Saturday I promise.
“ Good thing we had a breather chapter coming from my forum,”
Without further adieu LEEEEEEEEEETS GET READY TO RUUUUUUUUUUUMBLLLLLLLE!!!
Chapter 5 The I’m not strong enough character development common in shonen anime where a character loses to a villain and decides to “get stronger” which involves training.
“ Ok, so you got fucked up by this one guy,” Tina’s familier announces to the whole group.
After Gary had saved Tina and co he had quickly gone to where Kitsa had gone. He had dropped them off with Kitsa and left without saying a word. After that Kitsa took them to the training room to get healed and talk about what had happened.
“Godammit! I wasn’t strong enough to avenge mom! I need to get stronger!”Tina yelled out while slamming her fist on the ground.
“That guy was so scary and strong I need to get stronger to beat him,”Mia weeper a little.
“He pulled a one-punch on me, I even heard Saitama's theme in my head when he punched me,” Carie whispered.
“Woah-woah calm down girls, listen you’ve been watching too much shonen anime you weebs, while staying in shape and pushing your limits is a must for heroes, you can’t always with with strength alone, you need strategy to win a fight! Figure out tactics to kill your enemies!”
“I suppose that makes sense,”
“In hindsight I should have told all this, so you know how you transform to get your magical girls, well you can push your limits and ascend like shonen anime, the thing with the aura flaring Tina did was her having her limit pushed, I’d say we should call that 2nd grade of the transformation and I’d bet that she needs to get a bigger aura, I’d call that 3rd grade, and if you push through 3rd grade you can get a new transformation where instead of having extreme auras, your clothing changes.”
“Hey I think I got that 2nd grade thing!”
“Oh then good job toots,”
“But I don’t have anything like that”
“Then you’re completely outclassed for the time being, that’s why you were one-punched,”
Carie’s face became sollum as she realized she was a weak link.Kitsa started to continue.
“Now I’ll explain the pros and cons as well as differences of the grades and transformations, grades are a forced power output of your transformation, while transformations reset your power output, your power output is important because when you run out of power, you get weaker, when you use blasts, you use up power, imagine the power as an armor that can get chipped away, use your weapons k punch them, or use smaller blasts to chip away at your enemies power, then fuck them up with your strongest blasts would be by advice to winning a fight extremely straightforwardly, but try to come up with attacks that help a strategy in fights,”
“Uwah those paragraphs are too long! People aren’t going to read them!”
“Really sorry for all this exposition, but we just gotta finish two more paragraphs from Kitsa,”
“And so the meaning of life is- wait wait wrong notecard,” Kitsa began shuffling his notes. “Ah here it is! The key to getting these grades and transformations is a combination of training, anger, and/or becoming one with your thing, you know love, knowledge and war,”
“Oh I remember! I was getting really into the battle despite the fact that I was losing and suddenly I just powered up like that!”
“And I was really pissed-
“Figuratively or literally? Cause that’s an important question in regards to you”
“Shut up heifer! And then I powered up when I got really angry against that robot,”
“Exactly! So Carie, if you want to unlock your grade 2 either get really angry or do something smart,”
“One more thing Kitsa! If anger can cause the grades and transformations, why didn’t I get that when I saw mom die? I’m extremely pissed off!
“If you don’t have your new power completely under control from your last grade input, then your body would be ripped apart upon the new power input, you’d have to train sufficiently enough and then get angry at another thing for it to happen,”
“Ok I got all that written down,” Carie said since she really needed that 2nd grade power.
“Alright but all of you should go rest at home, it’s been a long day,”
“What about the enemies?”
“What? You might of lost girly, but you were like bunker hill, you lost, but you caused more casualties! Now go home, Mia maybe get into a fight as homework, Carie make a PowerPoint, and Tina uh get laid I don’t know stop grilling me!”
Carie was sitting in her house at around midnight, making a PowerPoint to see if it helps her any.
“Maybe if I transform, I’ll have the jumpstart right in my room,” she thought to herself.
“BY THE POWER OF KNOWLEDGE AND ALL THAT IS GOOD I CALL UPON MY POWER!”
Carie started spinning around while surrounded by her purple aura, rubbing herself sensually as she changed into a sluttier outfit. When she was done she became ODA, guardian of knowledge.
“Christ Carie stop yelling In the middle of the night or I’ll beat you with a crocodile!” Her dad yelled at her from down the hall.
Oda sat down and prepared to power the shit out of that point.
“And so with the Fertile Crescent providing food by farming,the Sumerians made up the first- Oda stopped typing to sip her Diet Dr.Pappar.-civilization in Southern Mesopotamia,”
An hour passed and she was still up trying to gain brownie points from me.
“This system of land for services to a higher command is called feudalism,”
She continued to work on her PowerPoint only occasionally squeezing her thighs together.Now this girl right here is very committed to succeeding in life so she blocks out everything when she’s in smart person mode
*smiles* and we all know what that means.
“And finally with this I’ve gotten to the end of history as of
“October 22 12:13 pm pacific standard time is what time it as as of making this sentence, but it’s like 2:am for Oda”
“Shut up and let me sleep god! We can deal with my anger plot point when I’m not sleeping!”
“I wasn’t talking to you, this is Oda’s chapter!”
Really I should get back to the story. After Oda had finished making a detailed PowerPoint of the history of mankind, she found herself overhyped from the soda.
She looked out the open window and got a feeling of importance. She decided to head out the open window and see what she can see.
Oda leaped gracefully, like a leaf in the wind, allowing herself to be taken wherever. The Magical girl stood on top of the skyscrapers of the city next to her. Upon the towering skyscrapers she saw lights of the world lit up as though heaven was a place in Earth.
As she leaped through the city she realized it was dumb to not have used her facilities before leaving and resolved to finding somewhere to go in this unsleeping city.
Her powers of ignoring her bladder only really work with things that don’t exert yourself, like studying, not leaping skyscrapers.
She gracefully floated down to the sidewalks of the city, unnoticed by the bustle of ants that was the business people. Some noticed her in their peripheral and muttered “fucking weeb,” at the sight of her outfit but that was it.
She bunched up her skirt as she looked for as a place to pass her water. She looked around at the lively city and sighed as she realized finding relief would be harder than expected.
She pace-walked her way through the city trying to find a good bathroom place. She started to shuffle as the full gravity of the situation hit her.
“What is it with this situation and needing to pee so much?” She growled through her teeth. I of course know the answer, divine intervention.
For several minutes she tried place after place, looking for some solitary company in a bathroom. Restaurants wanted her to buy something, all the public bathrooms she saw were closed thanks to divine intervention, and the alleys were filled with hookers and rapists.
Each time she was denied she leaked, and with all
this leaking she was getting wet. Nervous sweat ran down her brow, she jammed into her crotch, she sat on her heel, it wasn’t helping much.
Now more people were looking at her strange attire and her desperate state, it wasn’t helping her concentration.
Finally in front of yet another closed bathroom she broke into a cry as her damn broke…
HERES THE PORN YA SCALLYWAGS
She lifted up her skirt slightly so her skirt wouldn’t be ruined. Hot piss rushed out of this poor girl soaking her panties like a flash flood, and running down her legs like waterfalls.
It puddled at her shoes and made her socks soppy. The city citizens who were looking at her saw everything; which only added to Oda’s embarrassing spectacle.
If she looked at her panties she would have seen a huge spot from her magic piddle at the crotch.
HEY HEADS UP THERES NO WETTING FOR THE REST OF THIS CHAPTER SO IF YOURE NOT IN IT FOR THE PLOT IVE WARNED YOU
Oda squeezes her eyes shut as she expected to hear remarks about what she’s down from the city peoples.
Instead she heard…. screaming?
She opened her eyes to see a couple of monsters wrecking shit. One had a greaser jacket and a pompadour, the other was wearing a button up shirt.
“Alright Phil what should o do next for the most destruction!” The pompadour one said.
“Well Daley destroy the foundation and a building will fall,” said the button up.
“Alright!” Said Daley, who blasted a hole through the buildings bottom, causing it to fall to the ground, killing a couple thousand people.
“Hey!!!”
The monsters looked to see Oda standing there, head high up, legs soaked in urine.
The monsters bursted out laughing. “Daley! I think this is one of those annoying girls who attacked master Wareria!”
Daley stopped laughing” You’re right Phil, and it’s the one who was one-punched!” They continued laughing.
“Wait Daley! If she’s all alone we can take her, and kill her! Aed herself may reward us!”
“Aed! That must be the name of one of Waretia’s superiors!” Oda thought to herself.
“Ok shitheads if you’re done laughing let me kill you already,”
“Feisty girl! You won’t be talking trash when we do the thing!” Said Daley.
“The thing where we fuse!” Phil yelled.
Daley proceeds to jump on Phil’s shoulders as a huge flash erupted from them. A lighting bolt hit them and left there was a gremlin like creature with a button up shirt and a pompadour.
Oda fires several blasts at the gremlin fusion and ho simply swatted it away. She brought out her shield and blocked a hammer hit, which pushed her back several yards.
“Mindbeam!” Oda fired her laser at the gremlin, who simply ate it. Like literally ate it.
“ I am a creature formed from brains and brawn! You can’t beat me! Puny girl.’
He the fired the laser back at her from his own stomach and when she went to the left to dodge he punched her gut.
“Seriously you must be an idiot! Gahahaha!”
Hearing this, Oda realized she was being an idiot.
“I’m not the guardian of brute force! I’m the guardian OF KNOWLEDGE!”
“The pain of knowledge!” Oda’s several mini lasers did nothing but cast a smoke cloud over the fusion.
“Ha that did nothing! Wait where’d you go-
“Wisdom flash!” She yelled as the flash blinded the fusion.
Throughout the battle she kept utilizing clever tactics to gain an edge.
Oda fired the mindlaser at the ground, causing a small hole for the fusion to trip in.
She then grabbed a piece of metal from a car, heating it as she ran towards the downed fusion.
“Let’s see what you can do without your eyes!” She hammed the heated metal into his right eye. He got up and grabbed her to pull her out but she kept hanging in while driving the metal in his eye.
“Let go! Let go!”
“No…. I…. wooooont!” Oda exploded foreword, completely going through the creatures eye socket.
“Grah gur gah!” The fusion mood there’d with a hole in his head as he diffused into a living gremlin and a dead one.
“Oh god how did this happen!” Phil yelled. “I’ll get you for this,TACTICAL SMOKESCREEN!” Phil disappeared behind a wall of smoke.
Meanwhile Oda was enticed by her new power. She stared herself from top to bottom, cloaked in an extreme purple aura.
“This power is amazing, but I can’t forget the tactics that brought me here in the first place! I better just go home, I’m really wet,”
And so Oda, guardian of knowledge, went home to get a good night's rest.
End of chapter 5
Authors note……. Well I find that one genuinely charming. I also tried to do epic similes in a couple lines to add to atmosphere. Even if I was late, I still enjoy how it came out.
“I’m still mad at you you know,”
Yeah we’ll wrap up that plot point eventually.
Anyways please leave comments as well as criticism or ideas down below. I thank you for reading.
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Authors note…. Damn I need to stop procrastinating. It’s 12:37 am on Saturday and all I’ve done is the authors note.
“You must have motivation issues,”
I procrastinate and usually get stuff done then I see it as proof procrastination works and then ah my head hurts.
Chapter 6 Skool dais
A dark fog covered the area, a heavy feeling pressed on her lungs. She saw 4 figures in the dark, eyes glowing red like demons. One slender, another fat, two average.
The average one with short hair disappeared and reappeared in front of her, he made a movement too quick to see and suddenly she fell down. On the ground she felt wet from what seemed to be her blood. The slender one and the fat started laughing as the area around grew black. The average long haired one started moaning as well for some reason.
Tina woke up at 6:30 in a cold sweat… and pee, yeah she wet the bed. The back of her panties were completely soaked and the smell of cold pee was all in her room.
“Dammit god, why do you do this to me? Asshole,” she muttered, still lightly asleep.
“Wake up it’s time for school! Ding-a-ling-ling!”
“What really? I need to wash this be-
“I’ll do it for ya just throw some new panties and the rest of your clothes on and go to school!”
“Why are you so excited today?” She said eyes half closed as she threw on some clothes.
“It’s time for the love interest,”
“Gary?”
“No George HW Bush, Yes Gary! I wanted to make up for killing your mom by having Gary be in this chapter in his regular form.”
“Really? Well I can never forgive you for killing off my mom but if all goes well I’ll stop being hostile, unless some other big scene where you wrong me again happens,”
*Muttering to just the audience* “There’s gonna be so much more, I seem to be taking a more Madoka approach to the Magical girl thing. Not that I think I can do better than Madoka of course.”
As Tina ran downstairs she saw her dad, dressed in a suit and tie, heading for work.
“How’s my beautiful daughter today?” Dick said as he ruffled his daughter’s hair.
“Apart from mom dying I’m a-ok!” She said cheerfully.
“That’s great!” He said equally cheerfully. “Oh I forgot my briefcase!” Dick started running to his room.
“That’s weird dad was holding his briefcase, oh well,”
She then put some toast in her mouth, got into a running stance, and shot out the door to school.
As Dick peeked out his door he sighed at seeing Tina gone. Now he knew he was still holding his briefcase, he actually didn’t have to work that day. What he was actually going to do will he explained in this flashback.
*flashback time woooooooooo*
“Is your daughter a Magical girl?” The tv screen blurted out.
“Huh?”
“You see Magical girls are dangerous, and while if your daughter is a Magical girl she might not stop even if you do know, but it’s still good to be in the knowing. If something major has happened, such as your wife dying, then fathers your daughter may be a Magical girl. If she has at least one friend who’s natural hair isn’t a natural hair color, then she’s a magical girl, if she randomly disappears at night, she’s definitely a Magical girl,”
“Oh 3 out of 3,” He said after he checked to see Tina was gone from her room.
“Most Magical girls have a familiar, a creature tasked with giving them info and starting the Magical girling, they usually look like pets or stuffed animals. If your daughter has recently gotten a stray pet or a weird stuffed animal, put the pet in a confined space long enough listening to Celine Dion and it will crack. If it’s the latter, throw it in the washing machine a couple of times and it will tell you everything,”
*flashback ends woooooooooooh*
“Alright fucker it’s time for a wash,” Dick growled at Kitsa, who was sweating in fear.
Meanwhile Tina was racing to get to school, toast in mouth.
“Tina Tina hey!”
Tina turned around to see her friends racing after her with toast in their mouths.
“Tina I unlocked grade 2 last night while fighting a monster on my own!” Carie said excitedly.
“Cool,” she replied since she knows basically everything that I’ve typed down with a couple exceptions.
They walked to the school when Tina got a weird feeling. She looked around and BAM! She saw Gary get hit by a car.
“Ah motherfucking cars!” He said miraculously unharmed.
But then he saw BAM! He got hit by a car again.
“I should stop standing in the middle of the road,” He proceeded to walk past Tina, his oxytocin stopped in its tracks thank to terrible drivers.
An hour later Tina was sitting in home etc class wondering how she could, or I would (god the self awareness thing is confusing) have her get Gary.
As she pondered this her teacher, Jennifer Kcidakcus was doing the worlds worst job of teaching home etc. All she really did was sensually touch herself while eating phallic shaped foods. God entertainment for the guys, a good chance for the girls to gossip about Julie’s shoes.
“I don’t know why you’re asking me for help noticing a guy, nobody notices me- oh Julie totes has the ugliest shoes Eva! She then paused as everyone sipped their pumpkin spice lattes like they were my laundry settings, highly white.
“Mia every athletic guy in this school grovels at your feet- oh Julie’s shoes make me wanna so tell that cumdumpster to just fuck off!”
Now this is true as every guy in everything considered a sport in the school was obsessed with her extremely yandere-like.
The football team would bake her sweets
The baseball team would replace her homework with theirs so she would get good grades.
The basketball team cleaned her house every Tuesday
The golf team stole her underwear
The chess team threw themselves in front of her feet whenever she would be about to walk into a puddle
Yet she was blissfully unaware of all these things. Actually if one of them moaned up and asked her out she would be theirs forever really.
“Oooh does someone have a senpai that won’t notice them?”
“I smell a pedophile,”
Tina turned around to see the human hourglass in front of her.
“Well sweetie, use the powers of seduction, show him what he wants,”Jenny then walked to her desk, sat on it and spread her legs showing off her-
*skip to 1:40 for maximum enjoyment*
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kLp_Hh6DKWc
9/10ths of the guys and 1/8th of the girls suddenly started to bleed uncontrollably from their noses.
“God that’s worthy of an Owen Wilson wow,”
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KlLMlJ2tDkg
“Ask and ye shall receiveth,”
After class ended Tina decided to a downscaled version of the *ahem* spectacle of home etc.
She saw Gary walking down the halls and started walking in front of him. Then she enacted her plan.
“Oh no I’m tripping!” She said with terrible acting. “I hope no handsome guys whose name start with G and rhyme with marry see my pink panties! That would be horrible!” She then fell on her face while flipping up her skirt to flash Gary to get senpai to notice her.
“Y'know, there can be too much of a good thing. I'm beginning to think the girls at this school have brain damage or something, the way they keep falling over to show their panties,”He said with a hint of smugness.
“Huh?”
“You must have taken advice from Ms. Kcidakcus, showing off your panties to gain the attraction of a guy?
Tina blushed “Well,”
“Look there’s another girl doing the same thing you did, but stupider!”
“Oh no I’m blowing leaves with a miniskirt on! I hope Bobby doesn’t see me expose myself!”
“Here let’s walk to the fountain,” He held out his hand. All she had to do was take it.
*Do it! Just say yes!”
Time for the moment of truth for her to say-
“Qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm,”
Seriously what the fuck is wrong with these people and being unable to say what I tell them to say.
“You wanna rephrase that?”
“Yes I’ll go with you,”
“Alright,”
They walked down the path to the fountain while they pointed little stuff out, cherry blossoms blooming in the wind.
As they got to the fountain, Tina decided to ask Gary whether he recognized her from last night and about his status as a Magical boy.
“Gary…. Did you hear about that stuff last night at downtown Vilcitown?
“Yeah how come you ask?”
“Did you see any lewdly dressed girls fighting the monsters or a man with a spear,”
“That’s ridiculous! Did you hit your head too hard flashing me?”
Tina decided to just up and transform in front of him so the conversation would go somewhere.
“By the power of love and all that is good I call upon my power!”
Naked girls, clothing, sensual rubbing etc.
She struck a pose and Gary was stunned.
“T-Tina!”
“No in this form I’m Era, Guardian of love!”
“That can’t be, I’m the guardian of love,”
“I’m sorry what?”
“By the power of love and all that is good I call upon my power!”
Gary was surrounded by a green aura as he got naked and new clothes appeared on him. He was now wearing a butler suit, in contrast to Era’s maid suit.
“In this form I’m guardian of love, Cupa!”
“But god said-
“You talked directly to him? I was only told stuff by a dog!”
“I’m not sure what’s going on,” Era tried to step closer to Cupa but their auras created a spark of electricity between them.
This spark only seemed to fuel a weird feeling she was having, as was Cupa.
They pushed closer together, and found themselves kissing under the cherry blossoms by the fountain.
The kiss was sweet, but Era thought it was all too fast. Like Romeo and Juliet who had a similarly fast relationship and ended up dying.
She pushed from Gary and ran away, leaving him to wonder what he did wrong.
“Wait up!” He yelled as he chased her.
End of chapter 6
Authors note I got the omo scene(the bed wetting) through really quickly in this. I just wanted to write something not too fetishey this time.
“But why’s she run away?”
How long was it until Gary kissed you.
“Out fifth date,”
Try to build off that.
Please leave comments as well as criticism or ideas down below. I thank you for reading.
Love Ghostblade(stay thirsty my friends)
Edited October 28, 2018 by Ghostblade913
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Hey there. I'm a new author, please be gentle with me as I learn! - Maya
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Kyra Barnes sighed as she lifted the oversized iced tea dispenser up to rest on the lip of the industrial sink. It had been Sierra’s side-work to empty and clean it out, but the flighty girl had forgotten and was long gone for the night. Kyra pulled off the plastic lid and tipped the dispenser into the sink. It was still half-full and the liquid inside sloshed around before pouring out in a rush down the drain.
She grabbed the hanging faucet and rinsed out the inside, the spray of the water making her aware that she hadn’t emptied her bladder all night. It had been a busy Saturday and she hadn’t had any time for breaks between helping her staff and handling customers. Now that the restaurant was empty and she’d slowed down enough to feel it, the sensation crept up on her.
Kyra walked the empty dispenser back to the passthrough area where it belonged next to the soda fountain. The rest of the passthrough gleamed, having been cleaned extra well in preparation for the inspection scheduled for the next morning. Kyra gave it another once-over before disappearing into the cramped office to the side of the kitchen.
Old three-ring binders and scratch paper scattered atop the small wooden desk and a decrepit set of lockers stood in the corner, draped with old, greasy aprons. Kyra flopped into the ratty red rolling chair and reached up to the hanging cabinet to retrieve a new inventory sheet. She ran her hands over the row of binders on the desk until she found the right one and inserted the blank sheet.
Inventory usually didn’t take her more than two hours and she was ready to get it over with and make her way home. She’d need to be back again in the afternoon and wanted to get some decent sleep beforehand. Eager to get started, she picked up a pencil and stuck it behind her ear as she walked to the back of the building where dry storage was kept.
On her way in, she tripped over a piece of saran wrap left carelessly on the floor. She slid a few inches before losing her balance and grabbed for the door to break her fall. It did her no good, and she flew forward into the room, the door shutting closed behind her.
She lay stunned on the grimy tiled floor, her hands red from where they hit the hard surface. She pushed herself up, rubbing her palms and noticing the rubber door wedge laying next to her. Her heart stopped when she realized the implication.
That door had been broken for the better part of two years. Fixing it was not high on the priority list, and the restaurant didn’t have the budget for back-of-the-house repairs. Instead, it was left permanently propped open with the wedge because it locked automatically each time it closed.
Kyra eyed the door, which had made a loud whump sound as it shut. She picked up her notebook and pencil and scrambled to her feet. She pulled at the door’s rusty handle to no avail. It didn’t even budge a centimeter. She yanked again, and again, each time growing more frantic. She put her back into it and still no joy.
She turned around and surveyed the small enclosed space. She was trapped. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and sighed in relief that she still had a charge and service. She scrolled through her contacts until she found the morning manager’s phone number. Punching the green button, she tapped her foot impatiently as it rang several times before going right to voice mail.
Huffing, she tried again. And again.
“’Ello?” A sleepy, annoyed voice sounded in her ear. She let out the breath she’d been holding.
“Sarah! It’s Kyra, on night shift. Hey, listen, I’ve accidentally locked myself in dry storage. Can you come down and let me out?” Kyra asked, hope evident in her tone.
“Kyra?” Sarah asked. “W-what?”
“I’m locked in dry storage. It’s a funny story, really,” Kyra giggled. “But I’m locked in. You’re the only other key-holder. I hate to ask this, but I’m going to be done with inventory in an hour and I’d really love to sleep in my own bed tonight.”
“I’ll get you in the morning,” Sarah mumbled. Then the phone went dead.
Kyra stared at it in disbelief. True, she had woken the girl up at one in the morning, but it was kind of an emergency. She wouldn’t have left Sarah hanging, if the roles had been reversed. She tugged at the door again as if it would budge out of her sheer will. It didn’t.
Kyra’s bladder chose that moment to send her another signal and she cursed under her breath. She’d forgotten to visit the bathroom and now she was trapped with no way out. Her heart began to beat faster as she realized she was about to have a bigger problem than just sleeping on the gross, hard floor.
She hit that call button again, hoping against hope Sarah would pick up one more time.
“What!” Sarah practically yelled into the phone. Kyra cringed and made a face.
“Sarah, it’s Kyra. Please, you don’t understand,” she began plaintively. “I can’t get out, and, well, I’m going to need to use the restroom at some point.”
“I have to be there in…” Sarah trailed off and Kyra could hear her bedsheets rustling in the background. “…four hours. You can wait.”
“I can’t wait four hours!” Kyra protested, but Sarah had already hung up again. Kyra flipped off her phone and growled in frustration. Sarah had always been a bit of a bitch, but Kyra didn’t think she’d be this heartless.
“This is fine,” she whispered to herself. “I’ll be okay, I can hold it.”
Her notebook still in hand, she figured she may as well start on the inventory and see how long she could occupy herself with that. She started on the east wall, as she always did, with the bread products.
It failed to keep her mind off the fact that she had no access to a bathroom. Once she’d come to the realization, she’d been able to think of little else. Ever the pragmatist, she scanned the enclosed space for anything she might be able to use as a toilet. But there wasn’t even a single to-go cup in sight, ever since they’d started storing those extras in the passthrough.
Kyra didn’t let the panic slow her down and kept at it, eventually finishing the worksheet in a little over an hour. In that time, she held out hope that Sarah would come to her rescue. After three hours had passed, though, hope dwindled and left the building for good.
Kyra sat on the floor, her pink plaid button-up shirt undone and exposing the white tank underneath. Wisps of light brown hair fell out of her ponytail haphazardly and her jeans were splattered with ranch dressing and barbecue sauce from the busy night she’d had. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, phone in hand, debating whether to try Sarah again.
She wasn’t able to ignore the pressure in her bladder anymore and started to panic. With each deep breath she took, she felt the urgency grow. She hit the call button one more time, but nobody answered. Sarah must have turned her ringer off.
Kyra brought her hand up and buried her face in it for a minute. How did she even end up in this situation in the first place? She would put in a work order to fix that door immediately upon her release, after a much-needed trip to the restroom, of course. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, her hands clenched at her sides.
She noticed her lower abdomen protruding out further than usual and she rested a hand very lightly over her jeans, feeling how tight they stretched across her distended tummy.
“Mmph,” she whined aloud.
Sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. All she wanted to do was find a place she could relieve herself. Her need seemed to grow exponentially with each passing minute and she checked her watch, noting that it had been ten hours since she’d emptied her bladder.
She bounced her leg on top of the other one and slipped her hands in between them. It wasn’t long before her hands made their way up into her crotch. She kept them there as she wriggled and moaned softly.
Leaping up in desperation, she crossed one foot over the other and bent forward, hands rubbing at herself. She unbuttoned her jeans to give her over-stretched bladder some relief. It helped, but only for a split second. She backed up to a stack of boxes that sat about waist height and used the corner of one of them to sit on and create enough pressure to help her hold her bladder.
She squeezed her eyes shut, moisture forming underneath her lashes. Her muscles shook with the effort of keeping the flood back and fatigue set in. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, yet it would still be a half an hour before Sarah would show up.
She yelled at the top of her lungs in frustration, but there was nobody there to hear her cries. Twisting herself like a pretzel, Kyra prayed to a god she didn’t believe in for the strength to hang on.
The first leak dampened her panties before she could fully comprehend what was happening. She felt for a wet spot, but her pants had stayed dry. She ran in place, trying her hardest to keep the rest in. Her bladder ached for release and leaking hadn’t helped. She crossed and re-crossed her legs, her whole body in exaggerated motion.
Suddenly, her hands felt wet and pee poured out around them, her tired muscles having given up entirely. It dripped down her legs and darkened her jeans in its wake. Her thighs glistened under the fluorescent lights as the piss gushed out in rivulets.
She put her head down in shame and finished peeing quietly, watching the pale liquid circle the drain in the floor before disappearing. Her shoulders sagged, exhausted from the effort she’d just expended trying to keep it all in, an expression of sheer bliss on her face.
Kyra stood there in shock for several minutes after she’d finished, chest heaving and red splashed across her cheeks. Her jeans felt heavy and she slid down to sit on the floor, legs still shaking. A rattling noise from the other side of the door startled her. She looked up in panic just as Sarah shoved the door open.
“So much for dry storage,” she quipped as she held out a hand to Kyra. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” |
Mary wants to run. Badly. But in her current state, waddling is the best she can manage. With thighs pressed really close together.The 5-feet tall, petite brunette's spinchter is giving up. The pressure's been relentless for the past hour or so. But she'll be damned if she wets her pants in office. She'll never live it down. She has to reach the restroom - it's just around the corner!At the thought of a restroom her bladder spasms. For a minute she forgets her shame and jams both her hands against her crotch, doubling over with the pain. Mary has never had to pee this badly in her life. Her last pee was before she started for that stupid lunch meeting with her client. That was around 10:30. And it is nearly 4:30 now. 6 hours. A couple glasses of wine, a few cups of coffee and some bottles of water later, her body is losing the battle.
But she refuses to give up. She's wearing her favorite blue denims today - no way she's ruining it. Though the body hugging jeans are doing her bladder no favors right now. She's so close! With a Herculean effort she manages to regain some semblance of control. Thank goodness she's not wearing her high heels today - the practical black wedges at least makes waddling towards the rest room easier. Praying for an empty bathroom, she continues her tortured walk towards the relief which has proven so elusive today.----Like the cautious girl she is, she had emptied her bladder before leaving for the lunch. It is an hour's drive to the client's office in late morning traffic, and though she hardly felt any need, she wasn't going to risk it. She left early, at 10;30. It was a good thing she did - there was a pile up enroute, delaying her quite a bit. By the time she reached, her couple of large morning coffees had started hitting her bladder, and she would have used the restroom out of an abundance of caution (always her mantra) if she had a chance. But Keith was already waiting in the lobby and immediately drew her in to a discussion about the latest ad-designs she had provided for their next marketing campaign. She didn't want to interrupt the discussion with a break-request (what with her being late and all), so she allowed Keith to guide her towards his car and drive them to the restaurant where the rest of the marketing team was waiting. Her need to pee wasn't urgent or anything anyway. She could take care of it at the restaurant.The meal went great. There were lots of useful feedback for Mary, and she finally felt she understood what the clients needed (they all know what they want, the trick is figuring out what they actually need, ain't it?). Her bosses would be pleased. She was so engrossed in conversations, that she didn't even remember her urge to pee. The fact that nobody else excused themselves from the table would have made it difficult for the rather shy woman to do so anyway - so that was probably for the best. In fact, her bladder didn't trouble her at all till she was back in her car.As soon as she pulled out of the parking lot, the two glasses of wine and the bottle of water she had consumed at lunch hit her. Her need to pee had increased to a 5/10. Under normal circumstances she would definitely have taken a leak. But it was too embarrassing to go back in, asking for a toilet. A 28-year old woman ought to be able to control her urges for an hour, no? So she started driving back, bravely (and as it turned out, pretty foolishly).----Her urges increased consistently during the drive, and though the roads were clear this time, the drive back was pretty uncomfortable. As she entered the parking garage, she calculated it was now 4hrs since her last pee. Even under normal circumstances, she would have been pretty uncomfortable by now. But that last glass of wine seems to have really stretched her bladder. She hadn't planned on drinking more than one glass - after finishing her first, she had switched to water (and finished a couple glasses she might add). But then Keith had called for a toast at the end of the meal - and she couldn't very well refuse that, could she? Add to that the two large coffees she had chugged down in the morning (which apparently hadn't made it's way to her bladder by 10:30), and the nearly empty half litre bottle in her car (hey, she was bored in traffic while going, and thirsty from the alcohol while coming back), no wonder her bladder seemed ready to pop. She looked forward to taking a long piss as soon as she reached the office. Why did her office parking had to be at the damn last level of this labyrinthe parking lot? Damn these business parks and their shared buildings.Finally she found her spot and parked. The thought of a restroom made her urge a little worse. She gave herself a quick squeeze to regain her composure and walked out of the car. Standing up was torture (or so she thought then; oh little did she know what true desperation feels like), and she quickly crossed her legs. The wave passed and she was able to walk to the elevators with relative ease. Waiting for the doors to open, shuffling from foot to foot, she toyed with the idea of using the washrooms in the lobby (would be faster than waiting to get to her 20th floor office), but decided she wasn't in so bad a shape as to warrant such desperate measures. She simply crossed her legs and waited.-----She entered her office at 2:40 (no, the elevator hadn't broken down, or stopped at each floor; she was thanking her lucky stars for her now imminent relief) and immediately started walking towards the toilets. She was a 7/10 now, and the only thing on her mind was a bathroom break, and the sweet sweet relief it would be to finally empty her distended bladder. Just thinking of it made her have to press her thighs together, and only the embarrassment of her colleagues finding out about her predicament kept her from doing a pee-pee dance. Ah, the pleasures of the porcelain throne!
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Author's Note - I have been agonizing over, and re-writing, my first fic. for a while now. Today I decided to take the plunge and post it, even though the story is incomplete and far from perfect. I mean, unless I put it out there and get some feedback, how am I ever gonna improve? So please do leave comments/suggestions/feedbacks you may have, even if it is to say you're not interested in reading more about Mary ? |
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She was so looking forward to those pleasures. Which is why it was a rude shock to hear their receptionist call out 'There you are Mary! Your candidate's been waiting for you!' Mary was jolted awake from her dreams of relief, to see a girl of about 20 looking at her, with hands extended. Alice. The kid she was supposed to interview for an internship. At 2:30. And she was already late. Damn. If only she had used the lobby restrooms! No way can she ask this kid to wait while she goes to pee - she's an adult, a professional, for chrissake! Her bladder protested with a spasm, and she clenched her muscles for all its worth to keep back the flood. Unfortunately, she inadvertently clenched Alice's hand too tightly and the girl looked pained. Damn, get a grip Mary she chided herself.Embarrassed, she immediately let go (her hands, not her spinchter. Much to her bladder's chargain) and asked Alice to follow her to a conference room. She settled down in to a chair quickly, and squirmed around a little trying to find a comfortable position, while Alice settled down on the opposite side. Luckily her entire lower body was hidden by the big desk, so she gave her crotch another quick squeeze, took a deep breath and started the questions. She'll just finish the interview quickly and then, finally, finally, she'll be relieved.But Alice was good, and there was a lot to discuss. 15minutes in Mary's bladder started throbbing. While Alice was white boarding an idea, she very gently massaged her stomach, hoping to relieve the throbbing. It did not help. Her bladder felt hard underneath her palms, and she could swear it felt like it was poking out from her slim body. She shuffled forward on her chair, sitting on the edge. That put some pressure against her aching muscles, and made it a little more bearable. As Alice turned back, Mary was able to face her with some degree of composure and continue the conversation.10min later, sitting at the edge of her chair was no longer of any help. She was constantly crossing and recrossing her legs and jiggling them around in the elusive search for relief. She'll never complain about the unseemly huge desks, she promised herself, as she used its cover to push her fingers directly against her pee-hole, or as near as her tight jeans would allow. She was sorely tempted to pop a button to give her bladder room to expand, but didn't dare. The interview was taking her mind off her agony though, so that was a win.Another 10min later, her hand was permanently at her crotch. Her spinchter was in agony, and her bladder was rock hard. She knew she had to end this interview, or she would pee herself in front of Alice. In a strange way, she almost found the pressure arousing - her fingers massaging her down there, the force on her spinchter, the rub of jeans against her labia. But she was in too much agony, and continuing the interview while simultaneously keeping the flood in check was taking all her concentration. She gave herself a good rub as she brought the interview to a close.
Soon, very soon, she promised her overworked bladder. As she stood up, she almost lost a few drops, but managed to regain control and miraculously keep her panties dry inspite of the overwhelming urge to just let go."Well, it was really good talking to you Alice. We'll get back to you soon. Let me show you out""Thanks Mary! Would you mind pointing me towards the rest rooms please? I've a rather long drive" Alice responded nervously.Mary's bladder sent another spasm. She had to abruptly cross her legs and bend forward to contain it. Oh, how badly she wanted to just sit on a toilet and let it flood out! "Sure thing. Follow me!" she managed to respond in a rather strained voice, as she started walking towards the rest room. Unfortunately for her, they were at the other end of the office - but with a tremendous force of will she managed to walk normally towards them.--------She pointed Alice towards the ladies room and motioned for her to go in the door first. Even though she was desperate, professionalism (and pride; and her natural shyness) made her loath to show any sign of needing a pee. Barging in first would have definitely given the game away! And there are 3 stalls inside, so not like relief is far away.Mary's heart dropped (along with the first few drops from her bladder) as soon as she entered the washroom. There was a frigging queue! Apparently all the women in the office had needed to go at once. All the stalls were in use, and there were 4 women waiting around the spacious restroom. Oh gosh, why hadn't the designer added more stalls rather than keeping all this space empty, Mary wondered in dismay.Mary managed to contain the leak to a few drops, but she knew her lacy panties wouldn't hide much more. See, she had plans to meet up with Josh, her boyfriend, after work. They were planning to go grab a bite to eat and then drive to the beach outside town. Enjoy a nice relaxed dinner date on the reasonably isolated beach, and then go to his place for the weekend. Hence the lacy panties, which might now prove to be her undoing. The thought of the beach and water caused a few more drops to leak out of her bladder, and she involuntarily crossed her legs."Oh damn all these long meetings" Mary heard someone behind her. It was Megan, one of Mary's team mates. "My bladder's about ready to pop". Yeah, just like Megan to be brash, Mary thought, blushing. She heard a toilet flushing, and that made her predicament worse. She pressed her thighs close together, twisting her legs in to pretzels to keep from leaking more. Being this close to relief, hearing the flush and the taps, it was pure torture for her poor bladder. Suddenly her smart watch beeped on her wrist. "What was that?" Megan asked. "Oh, I have a call with a client in 5mins. That was the reminder. I totally forgot about it! I can't afford to be late", Mary responded in a somewhat panicked voice."Oh dear! Well if you're as desperate as I am you should probably ask to cut the line. Or use the men's room. They never have a queue""Oh, no, I'm fine. I was just here to escort Alice actually - she came in for an interview" Mary started blubbering without even thinking about it. She couldn't believe Megan was actually talking to her about such private needs, and had automatically started the response before her conscious mind caught up.Megan gave a doubtful look at Mary's crossed legs, but shrugged. "Well, in that case I can see Alice out! Don't you worry about it""Are you ssure?" Alice asked, voice quivering from the sheer effort of not breaking in to a pee-pee dance. A woman was releasing one hell of a gusher in the nearest stall. Her bladder throbbed in sympathy and she lost a few more drops, though she was pressing her thighs together for dear life."Of course! Alice, is that all right for you?"Of course Alice agreed. Mary had no choice but to give up her position in the queue, and shuffle back to the conference room pretending like nothing was wrong. |
5 hours since her last pee. 3 hours after she had after she had started needing to pee. 1hr after she thought she's desperate. 2 litres of fluids in her; 3 if you count her morning coffees. She was definitely at a 9.9/10 and losing the battle with her bladder.Tears welled up in her eyes as she entered the conference room and locked the door behind her. Oh, bless those curmudgeonly old men who had decided to install locks on the conference room doors, for their "highly confidential executive meetings". She could at least suffer her losing battle in private.
She jammed both her hands in to her crotch and bent forwards. She was in trying so so hard to keep the pee locked in her bladder. But though she clenched all her muscles, she knew it was a lost cause. She would die of embarrassment if she wet herself (and how would she ever explain it to her boyfriend?) But oh, what could she possibly do!?She stumbled towards her chair and sat on her heels. Her tight jeans were making the pressure unbearable. She unbuttoned the jeans and could immediately feel her bladder bulging outwards. Ahh, that gave some relief. She lightly brushed a hand against her bladder - it was harder than the desk. The abortive trip to the bathroom had increased her desperation to a level she didn't even know existed. It was as if her body had already started relaxing in anticipation of release, and refused to tolerate the denial of relief. Oh, if only she had admitted her condition and tried to cut the line, or use the men's room. Now she was stuck for at least another hour without relief, and if she leaked any more her jeans was sure to show a wet spot. No, a 28-year old just doesn't piss herself - no matter the pressure.Digging her heels against her pee-hole, and unzipping her jeans completely, provided her with some relief and enough composure to join the audio conference with her client and her boss.---While her boss was finishing up the introductions, Mary was desperately looking all around the room for a solution to her problem. She knew she had about 10minutes before she was expected to take over. She absolutely must do something to get relief before she began. Her bladder was potruding out of her body - she didn't even know bladders could distend to such an extent - and she was in absolute agony. She couldn't think straight, much less conduct a customer meeting.While peeing in the trash can would be plain gross, and she would never do that to the cleaners, she was under no illusion that she'll survive another hour without incident, even sitting on her heel. She simply must pee right now. Somewhere. Anywhere.Her eyes landed on the stack of paper napkins on the desk, and one of the abandoned (and empty) Starbucks cup from her morning coffee run. She had an idea. Not a good one, but desperate times call for desperate means. The pee would come out, against her will if she didn't so something fast. And no way could she have a meeting with a client in this state of distress. She knew it was disgusting, but she also knew it was her only hope.Her boss was almost finished, and she didn't have much time. She pulled at her jeans, the tight material taking forever to come down over her hips, as she squrimed and pee danced, hampering her efforts to pull down the jeans. She sank in to a squat behind the desk, and could barely wait to pull her panties out of the way, and the coffee cup in position before a stream of pee trickled out of her bloated bladder. It hit the cup with a low hiss, and she could feel its warmth through the thin cup.She immediately tried to clamp her flow, but it was a good 20 seconds before she managed to stop. The Tall cup was almost full, and she had managed to stop just in time. Oh, if only this was a Venti! Her bladder was still hard, and bulging outwards, as if she were in the early months of a pregnancy. However she was thankful for small mercies. She still needed to pee like a race horse, but at least she might make it through without wetting herself like a toddler!She quickly put the lid back and pulled her panties back up. She shoved a bunch of paper napkins in her panties.
Gross? Yes? This whole business was. But though she was determined to not let even a single drop leak for the duration of the meeting, this way, if she failed, the damage would be contained. She hoped. She will dispose the coffee cup in the restrooms later. Right now, she had a client to awe. She didn't bother trying to button her jeans up. She knew it would put too much pressure on her bladder. She was barely under 9/10, even though she had filled the cup. She pushed her heel against her pee-hole and settled down just in time to hear her manager say "Mary, why don't you take us through your ideas?"
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For the next 30 mins, she managed to not leak. She constantly squirmed around, alternately jamming her hand and her heel against her pee-hole. Concentrating on the meeting was proving very difficult in her situation, but she did her best. Worst of all, her throat was dry as the Sahara. She gulped a few mouthfuls from her bottle, but her throat was so dry, she finished half the bottle before she forced herself to stop. It felt like the water went straight to her bladder, and not all the pressing was enough to prevent a spurt escaping.She gave an inaudible groan, as the inevitable discussion started between her manager and the client once her part was some. 20mins more to hang on. Her spinchter was so tired! And now she didn't have the distraction of actually leading the meeting. She couldn't just get up and go pee - she had to field the occasional question - and that meant the next 20minutes would be pure torture for her bladder.It was beyond her ability to stop the occasional leaks and spurts, though she had twisted her legs in to pretzels and was pressing directly against her pee-hole. She could feel her muscles giving up, drops of urine slowly leaking in to her urethra that she was unable to stop and the inevitable flood on its way. There were tears in her eyes. She couldn't have an accident - not after holding on for so long!10 minutes later, she was doing the unthinkable for the second time that day. As the pressure steadily built up, she had pulled her panties out of the way, and inserted a finger within herself to physically press just against her pee-hole. She used her fingers to massage herself, and that gave her some relief. She could feel her clit throb - whether in rhythm with the throbbing in her bladder or in response to her fingers she didn't know. It would be almost enjoyable if she wasn't bent double in pain, trying (and failing) not to wet herself.
----------And then she finally heard the magic words!"It was nice chatting with you today! We can sync up again next week". The call was ending. 5mimutes early! Hallelujah!Mary quickly said her goodbyes and ended the call. She needed to button up her jeans. But it didn't take her long to realize this was nearly impossible with the way her bladder was potruding out. The tissues she had wadded in through the last 30minutes were completely soaked by this point, and made it look like she was wearing diapers. The trash can looked more and more inviting, but she refused to go there. Instead she pulled up her jeans and zip as far as it would go, pulled her top down hoping to hide her potruding bladder and open jeans, and started waddling to the bathroom.-----Finally, finally she was there. As she turned the knob, she prayed for an open stall - waiting even 10 more seconds was impossible in her state.
Luckilyfor her, the stall nearest to the door was open. As she entered her bladder gave out another spasm and she bent over, simultaneously crossing her legs, to control herself. She locked the door with one hand firmly pressed against her pee-hole through the lace panties and tore the jeans away.She thought about removing her panties, but that would require moving her hand, and she wasn't sure she could manage it. A gush of pee against her hand made her decision for her. She sat down on the toilet and let her bladder relax. After holding for so long, her muscles wouldn't relax properly, and she could manage only a trickling flow that slowly emptied her, tortuously slowly. The wad of tissues and panties made the pee spread around her bum cheeks, warming her as it went. It felt gross, but she couldn't stop even if she wanted to.She let herself pee like this for 30s, till she felt the pressure in her bladder reduce a bit and she wasn't in pain anymore. She cut her flow and inspected the damage. She finally removed her panties and realized they were not salvageable. Throwing them in the trash can along with the tissues, she quickly cleaned herself up using the toilet paper. She was still desperate to pee, and squirming, but she needed to feel clean first.After about a minute she was satisfied, and her bladder was spasming again. Finally she let it rip - the pee gushing out of her felt so good! She almost orgasmed just from the relief. After a minute of hard peeing, the pee rushing like a jetspray out of her urethra, her bladder had deflated and her stream reduced to a trickle again. She hadn't been able to bite back the contented moan that escaped her lips - oh, you didn't know bliss till you took a much needed piss, after being denied for hours! This was almost as good as sex! May be she should try this deliberately sometime, Mary thought. Not let it be as painful as today, but hold off peeing till she had amassed a gusher, and experience this orgasmic relief. The idea had its lure. She will have to think on this ...
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Author's Note - And thus it ends :) Sorry if you were hoping for a wetting - I am more of a just-made-it guy. I have some idea of creating a sequel to this - probably Mary's boyfriend being desperate when he comes to pick her up ... Let me know if you would like a sequel.
Also, constructive criticism on how to improve my writing will be most welcome! |
Hello, and welcome to AuthorFaust's Commissions thread. Faust was just thinking about the last time Faust went to open these, but didn't have a proper setup, or a proper paypal or such to receive any such payments, causing many issues and or dissuading things....
But, Faust has remedied at least one of those problems, making payment more flexible and as such, writing prices a bit easier to work for!
Faust wants to iterate that Faust is not in any danger as it is in case this kind of thing flops: Faust is basically doing this as a mild hobby to acclimate to his urge to spend money on a game he plays on the side. [Fate Grand Order, in case one was curious.]
But, should you desire a Faust-written story of your own choosing, and are willing to compensate Faust, then read along!
Otherwise, feel free to lurk, and maybe check out Faust's current Interactive!
If Faust gets into the writing spirit enough with things....Faust might even have a second one to work on/Begin anew!
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Commission Guidelines
Specialities / What Faust will do
Piddle-related incidents: [Including, but not limited to: Desperate Struggles, Free peeing, unintentional urination in garments, intentional urination in garments]
Tummy-Related Incidents: [Including, but not limited to: Desperate Tummy Turmoil, Copious amounts of Gas, Panty-defiling production]
Psuedo-Loli: [A character that looks or acts young, but is in actuality properly of age as dictated by your region of living]
Diaper-Duties: [A character wearing/Utilizing a Diaper to deal with toilet issues.]
Crossdressing: [A character Disguising themselves as the opposite Gender for intentions: Vulgar or not]
Females: [Faust writes many works with a nearly-all female cast. However, this does not mean Faust won't at least try to write accident-incited stories with male protagonists.]
Magical Mishaps: [Magical spells have Illicit Effects: Intentional or Not]
Psuedo-Humans: [Beings that appear to be normal humans, but may have different Biology. Like Vampires, Ghouls, Servants etc.]
Lovely Lewdities: [Characters interacting with other character's naughty parts.]
Yandere Behavior: [Actions including but not limited to: Stalking, Trespassing, Fantasizing, improper treatment/acquisition of garments to a character.]
Lewd Pranking: [Including but not limited to: Underwear Theft, Drink spiking, Skirt flipping, etc]
Delays: [Things that stall a chance to relieve private needs such as: Long Lines, Occupied Stalls, Naughty Siblings stalling out, presence of Teachers or Parents, etc.]
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Repulsions: Things Faust will not do
Excessive Violence: [Faust will not focus on Excessive injuries, bloody scenes, dismemberment, or other forms of physical torture]
Non-Consensual acts of Sexual intercourse: [No Forced Sex, plain and simple]
NTR in regards to Yuno Gasai: [Personal Authorial Preference]
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Middle Ground: Things Faust Might Do:
Ask Faust. Faust will answer you.
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[Faust Reserves the Right to Modify this list at any given time.]
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Pricing:
Faust is still new at this pricing thing, but Faust will do his best to make a suitable setup, given the situation. Given examples such as MasterXploder whose thread can be found here, Faust will do pricing based on one of the following:
1. Word Count:
$6 for every 1,000 Words. [$3 for every 500]
Limit: 4,000 Words per Commission
Incidents:
2,$4 for every incident/delay over the story.
[For Example: Making a character Immediately wet would be 4, but having someone occupy the bathroom, an out of order sign on the next, a massive line blocking the third, and a wetting outside of the school would be 16. Discuss with Faust for the proper pricing before writing is begun]
3. Commissioner preference: [The Commissioner Negotiates a price with Faust directly, based on content.]
[Specials:]
[These are Special Themed Orders that one can make with Faust. These are limited time, so scoop em up, if you want them!]
1. Yuno Experiments: [Yuno is trying to experiment with various kinks, in order to cater to more desires.... [Incident/delay based: $3 per delay/incident of choice]
2. Bathroom Blowout: [With the bathroom out of order, Girls need to find other ways or places to go. $3 per Girl, +$1 for unfortunate Accidents in garments]
3. Personal Fantasy: [A story Written with a character that is aware of your presence, and is catering to your desire] [$15. Up to 3 characters per commission: DIscuss with Faust for details]
4. Catching Shorts: [Barring all plot and buildup, this is a special bit where you catch the target just as they are defiling garments, or otherwise dealing with urges. These are much much shorter than usual, given it's just the incident.....But come at a clip of $1 Per incident. (Meaning spotting someone wet outside of school would be a Dollar, but making them lose it at three more intervals would be 4 dollars total. The same person can be chosen more than once, though you might prefer different locations. Discuss with Faust Prior. If these are popular, Faust might develop a further special.]
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[Catching Short Example:]
The voluptuous pinkette staggered out of the gym room, her hands buried in the bright crimson shorts that were uniform for the class. She had endured first period, handled second class, and even made it all the way through lunch, despite the completely barred-off bathrooms.....But, as she slumped against the walls of the building, her struggle had finally ceased to exist....
"Haaahh...Ohhh... Ohhhh... Yuno Caaaaaaaaaan't!!!" she wailed as the bright red material was swiftly marred with a dark patch, the garment growing in moisture as her personal feminine plumbing finally gave way......A loud, gushing torrent starting to spray all across her thighs and legs......Splashing to the ground noisily as the girl covered her face.
"Ohhhh...Ohhhhh.. Ohhhh, so much is coming out..." Yuno sniffled, copious amounts of piddle cascading off of the girl's creamy thighs, as her whole body shook in relief....Her long, long hold finally over....
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[Issuing Payment]
Faust believes in providing optimal service for his customers, and as such, will not take payment until the commission is done. Faust would be too tempted to spend the money right away, and Faust wants to get the work done. As such, you will inform Faust of what your commission is. (Through Messaging him on this, or In this thread], and Faust will provide it to you, after which, you will paypal Faust the agreed upon amount.
Failure to do so will get you on the Blacklist, and likely bar you from future commissions. Faust is trusting you, so please do not let Faust down.
Whitelist:
Zenkopan: [For being an amazing requester from last time Faust opened commissions]Night Rain: [First Commissioner since opened Commissions!]
Blackist:
None! [Let's keep it that way, everyone]
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Parting Notes: Faust has a random smattering of knowledge of characters. As such, if it is not a character Faust has been seen using, one might want to ask Faust if he is aware of the series before writing.
Informing Faust is always the best way to get a proper answer! So, any questions, ask away!
Faust works a part-time Job, so works may be a bit slower than he'd like. |
AuthorFaust: Faust is happy to say that his first commission of the thread has been properly finished, and paid for! So, with the permission of the Commissioner, Faust will now share it with those who may wish to read it!
[Story Notes: (Details about story to know)
Prominent Characters: Elise [Fire Emblem Fates], Nepgear [Hyperdimension Neptunia]
Tags/Incidents to Note: Piddle, Piddle Accident, Diaper, Naughty Winds.
Workshoppable Title: Nepgears Fateful Nohrian Adventures
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"A..Awaaawawaaaa!"
She had done it...She'd really done it this time! Hurtling towards the ground at an incredible velocity....! Her sword had struck true, but the evil witch seemed to have had one last trick up her sleeve!
"Oh goodness... oh dear... Oh Gosh..!'
She couldn't help it...She was going to hit the ground!
'Gosh, I hope I don't hit my head like Neptune...' she thought to herself, trying to curl up her body before she would slam into the ground....Leaving behind a sizable crater.....
As the girl slowly leaned up from the ground, shakily...
"Owwie...."
She wasn't harmed too much from the insane fall, but she could feel that she certainly stood out.in....Wherever she had landed. The girl with long, purple hair that trailed down to her back reach down to dust off her giant white shirt that preserved her modesty and panties.....
Pink striped stockings trailed up her legs, with her own white shoes remarkably unworn by the dirt beneath her feet, as she visibly slumped over in dismay.
"Ohhh.. Ohh Goodness, I'm lost again, aren't I?" she pouted visibly, starting to look around. "We finished off that..that big meanie Arefoire, and...and then..."
It was a bit of a blur.... No doubt because of her dramatic fall, but she had no doubts that wherever she was, her sister would come to find her!
"Right.... Right..?" the purplette sounded....nervously. She chuckled a bit under her breath, and started to pace along, quietly. "W..well...I...I should look around anyways...To see where I am..."
Maybe she'd run into Uni, or maybe Rom or Ram.. Or even Vert at this point.... She wasn't exactly picky when it came to finding her friends....
'I really hope I find them soon..' she thought to herself quietly, tensing her legs up a bit.
With the adrenaline of battle starting to finally wear off, she could feel another feeling starting to make itself a bit known to her.....
A gnawing urge to tinkle...!
"W..well...Well, maybe if nobody comes around..." she quietly whimpered to herself, a faint pink flush appearing on her cheeks. The idea was....embarrassing... Far, far too embarrassing to consider, and certainly something her sister would tease her endlessly for......
But, in regards to the alternative..... No, no she couldn't even entertain that thought! Not now!
"If only I had something to tinker with.." she idly sounded to herself as she walked, glancing around. She didn't consider herself immensely talented, but when it came to using her hands, she was...at least remotely confident! But, unfortunately, the only thing she had on her was...
"My sword..." she thought to herself, glancing to her side. She never quite figured out how it always stuck to her side, but given that the portal hadn't parted her with it, she was probably going to need it.
She glanced around the dark, cloudy area that she had found herself in, and gave a quick, sharp sigh.
"It feels like it could start raining any minute..." she mentally noted, the cloudy...Almost oppressive atmosphere. This didn't look like Lastation, Lowee, or Leanbox.....And certainly not Planeptune!!
Nepgear kept pacing through the unknown, increasingly chilly environment with her legs tensed...And her eyes darting back and forth. It was dark...It was scary....And there were no monsters for her to fight to stave off the fear!
She could feel herself getting more and more nervous with every passing moment, more than just her own fear mounting......
"Nnn....Nnnnn.."
Nepgear bit her bottom lip as her thighs tensed up some more, the growing need inside of her swelling with the mixture of cold air, and nerves. She would need to find some way to relieve herself soon, before it was too late.....She had to find some kind of town, or building, or maybe even some kind of creek, or...or...
"Ha...Ha-Choo!" she suddenly sniffled, the sudden sneeze prompting a small bit of warmth down below. "Ah..Ahhh...ahhh.. Ohh Goodness..."
She had to get out of this cold... She had to....!
"Ah? Who's there?" an unfamiliar voice called out, prompting Nepgear to visibly flinch. It wasn't anyone she recognized, and it wasn't very far from where she was! Nepgear's hand held to her weapon's side, in case whomever it was was hostile....But....
"Ahh...Umm... H..H.Hello?" the purplette called out cautiously to the voice, inching closer. It was the first voice she had heard, but....
"Effie, Arthur...This way....." the voice called, as a light could be seen piercing through the dark, prompting a slight wince as Negpear's eyes adjusted.....And she saw it...
Another girl! It was certainly no one she'd ever seen, with long blonde twintails, and a bulky black dress.... No doubt to combat the nature of the realm she was in.... She held a staff defensively as a figure in heavy pink armor held up a lantern, the blonde girl pointing at her.
"Are you from Hoshido?" the blonde called, looking her over. "You don't..look like anyone from their army.."
"Milady, please... Exercise restraint. For you know what can happen among strangers in a....Awah..!" a booming voice called, seeming to belong to some man as his foot caught the ground...
And continued to slide along, going through the ground. Nepgear could only watch as the shadow of a man was carried along, stumbling into a river a ways away... And wailing out in dismay.
"How...unfortunate.." Nepgear could only mutter in regards to the man, as the blonde held her staff up again, looking up at her.
"Ah...! I just know I haven't seen you before!" the blonde called, hopping forth to look her over. With a closer look at the girl, Nepgear could see a bit of purple twirled into the girl's long twintails, various purples mixed in with her own black garments.... Maybe.. It was some kind of bad-future equivalent of Planeptune?
"My name's Elise! I'm one of the princesses of Nohr! Who are you?"
Nepgear was a bit taken aback, but she gave a small, comforting smile towards the girl, her hand easing to her side.
"Ahh... M..My name's Nepgear..." she answered, quietly. "I'm from ...Planeptune. I...erm...I fell out of the sky."
"Planeptune? Never heard of that..." the blonde, Elise called. "But...from the sky? Were you on a Pegasus, or a Wyvern?"
"Um..No....I was just..falling..."
"Really? Did you hurt your head? I can heal you, you know..." Elise mused, the staff she was holding starting to glow with a warming, rejuvenating sensation. Any lasting discomfort from her fall, and the lengthy walk towards..This Nohr place she'd stumbled into.....
Almost all of her energy was restored! Every bit...except for...
"N..Nnn... T..t..thank you..." Nepgear properly responded, as she shifted. "But...But...It was true. I..I was fighting this evil Witch named Arfoire. I delivered the finishing blow, but she opened this weird portal, and I fell through, and...and...Now I'm here..!"
Elise gave her a bit of an odd, disbelieving glance...But, lowering her staff, Nepgear could at least feel a bit more at ease.
"Well..You don't look Hoshidan to me.." Elise sounded, before smiling widely. "So.. good enough for me!"
Nepgear could breath a sigh of relief, but she still had a viciously pressing need that demanded answers....As the blonde turned her head, looking at the armored figure.
"Effie, could you go fetch Arthur out of the River?" she commanded, the armored figure nodding her head as she clunked off...Leaving her alone with Nepgear. "C'mon, we've got a little camp over this-a-way."
Nepgear welcomed the idea of more warmth, yet her own gnawing urge took away some of the positivity....Nepgear's legs crossing once more once the girl's back was turned.
"And here! I've brought plenty of food..You must be hungry...." Elise chimed to Nepgear, still smiling brightly as she held out a sandwich. "Go on then."
"U..U..Um...ac...actually..." the purple haired girl quietly pleaded. "C..could you...please...Um...S..show me where to...Ah?!"
A sudden GUST of wind suddenly tore through the girl's frame, prompting the blonde girl to press her black dress down....But for Nepgear's long, white shirt to flutter up, and expose her pink-striped panties to the blonde girl.....
Who gave a bit of a gasp....But then a small giggle, as Nepgear quickly shuffled to push her shirt back down.
"Gotta be careful, with all of these naughty winds." Elise mused to the purplette, whose face turned red as a beet, as she struggled to compose herself.
"Awawa.... Elise.... Is..Is there anywhere....Anywhere I can.." the purple haired girl stammered through her embarrassment and need, her hands running over the front of her dress in a telling posture.
"Ah? Hrmm....Not really a good place out here.." Elise mused, offhandedly...as she waved at the distance. "You're going to just want to find a place away from camp. Don't worry ,Effie's going to get Arthur out no problem, and my Sis is on a mission, so there shouldn't be anyone out here to see you."
Nepgear blushed deeply anew, but started to stagger away from the campgrounds....Careful to keep it in sight so she could easily find it again... As she shakily lowered her pink-striped panties.
"Uuu...Uuuuu..." Nepgear whimpered softly, inspecting the damp patch on her stripes for a few moments....As her lower lips slowly sputtered to liquid life...... "Haaaaaaaahhhn..."
A lovely, clear torrent of liquid immediately splashed onto the cold ground noisily, prompting the girl to visibly sag, shivering from the mixture of cold air meeting her most personal area, and the raw relief of her expelled piddle.....
"Ohhh... Ohhh..Ohhh.. I hope she can't hear me.." she sheepishly noted to herself, her mind racing with thoughts. Of the cold air across her sensitive place, of the people along with Elise... Of the extravagant garments she wore..... And of her sister.
'I hope Neptune is okay without me for a bit...' Nepgear idly worried as her stream started to taper off. 'She tends to...slack off a bit without me around...'
No..No.. She mustn't think that way! Why, she wouldn't be shocked if her sister came crashing down in the world after her, mere moments from now! ....Though, she sincerely hoped if she was to be surprised by that, she'd have time to at least preserve her modesty a little......
"Nnnn... All better..." she sounded to herself, glancing around for any falling figures from the sky, or surprise-sister-popping-out-of-the brush shenanigans, as she let herself dry a little bit from her relief... Then tugged her panties back up to her hips, and started back towards the warming, calming campfire.
"Don't worry. Wildlife's kind of scarce around these parts." Elise piped in, glancing over the purplette's worried, nervous gaze. "And, the Hoshidans can't get to us this deep in Nohrian Territory."
"Ho..shidans?" Nepgear sounded, glancing over in the distance.
"Mmm. You see, we're kind of at war with them.." Elise chirped, glancing across the dim, cold lands of Nohr. "They rule the eastern part of the continent we live on... In the area Ruled by the Dawn Dragon...""Dragon?" Nepgear sounded quietly as the blonde nodded again, looking out.
"Yeah. They say the Royals carry Dragon blood in their veins, gifted from two legendary Dragons. The Dawn Dragon, and the Dragon of Dusk. You can...probably guess which one Rules over Nohr.."
Nepgear gave a small nod, able to put two and two together quickly, as she looked out.
"Does it...always look like this?" She asked quietly...Somberly...Already missing the thriving cities she was used to.....
"Yeah.. Most of the time." Elise remarked gently, lightly lowering her head. "We have long winters, and short summers. Father says we have to take back the land from the Hoshidans, so we can properly thrive once again....Given the climate around here is..not nice to plants."
"Yeah...that makes sense..." Nepgear sounded again, as Elise lightly twirled her fingers.
"But ya'know....I can't help but wonder if there's some way that both nations could live in harmony!" she suddenly chirped, a bright smile crossing her lips. "I mean, they're people like us, ya'know? I wonder what the Hoshidan Royal Family is like.... Maybe there's a princess around my age over there too.... It'd be nice to be friends, don't you think?"
"Ah? W..Well, yeah... " Nepgear called, a bit off-guard from Elise's sudden tone shift, as she lightly pondered. True, Gameindustri had been in a war, but they had eventually made a peaceful solution of it.... With the Goddesses of the nations becoming friends, gaming buddies, and....
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She idly flushed as she thought of one of the Goddesses in particular, who didn't have any siblings of her own...Starting to think if Neptune would forget about her, and turn into someone like...her.... Wait, she was missing something important!
"Wait...You're a princess!" Nepgear suddenly called out, wide eyed. "I..Is it really alright for someone like me to be just..kind of here with you? Wouldn't your father get mad? Or...."
"Oh Nepgear, you're such a worrywart." Elise brushed off her concerns, with a small giggle. "Of course it's alright. I'm just a princess, after all. I'm not next in line for the throne or anything. And, you're not a Hoshidan Solider aiming to kidnap me: You're a girl I met in the woods who needed help. Why wouldn't it be fine?"
Nepgear breathed a loud, audible sigh of relief... Before she once again put two and two together.
"Ah...Wait...You're not next..." Nepgear audibly calculated, before pointing again. "Do you have siblings?!"
"Ayep!" she mused, giggling at Nepgear's outlandish reactions. "I've got Leo, and Xander...They're my brothers.. There's Camilla, my big sister...and then there's Corrin..."
Nepgear lightly made a mental tab of this. Two brothers, a sister...and a Corrin? The girl idly wondered why the last one wasn't grouped as a brother or a sister, as the blonde held something out to Nepgear....Some kind of... Glass?
"Here! It's some tea I brought with me." Elise offered, kindly. "It should help you calm down. And warm up, too."
Nepgear paused.... Before hastily taking the drink, and starting to sip at it. True, she had been a bit nervous since her arrival in...Nohr, but, things weren't all bad.
She was near a campfire, with a Royal Princess of an important land. It'd likely be no problem to find a way to get into a portal to Gameindustri....
"So...Why don't you tell me where you're from, Nepgear?" Elise offhandedly asked, the purplette pausing from her drink, before giving a slight nod.
"Oh...Um.. .Sure thing, Princess Elise."
"Oh, don't be so formal! You can call me Elise." the girl mused quickly in retort, as Nepgear blushed again.
"R..Right. Sure thing...Elise." Nepgear flustered, as she started explaining herself, and where she was from. About the great world of Gamindustri... Divided into four different nations. Planeptune, Leanbox, Lastation, and Lowee. Each nation was governed over by a Goddess, who lived in their own place called a Basilicom. She talked about the various other CPUs in light detail, from the quiet, yet violent Blanc...to the complete Tsundere Noire...To the Older-sister, buxom type Vert... And even about her own older...Smaller sister, Neptune. Who was full of energy....! To do exactly none of what she was supposed to, only guided properly by Histoire.
"And...That's why I need to try to get back as soon as possible.." Nepgear started to finish, with a slight sigh. "When NepNep's by herself, she practically hibernates... Cocoons herself in her bedroll, and barely gets out of it to do anything but game, eat, and...."
Nepgear suddenly flinched at the last word before it could come out, feeling an all too familiar sensation that made her cross her legs. She...no way....
"Ah..?! B..But I just.." Nepgear incredulously called as she pressed her legs together, her hands buried in her shirt once more.
"Ah...? Nepgear, do you..." Elise started quietly, her eyes going wide with surprise for a bit, before another biting gust of wind blew through the area again, starting to lift Nepgear's shirt to show off her pink striped panties, but also....
"Ah....Ah?!!!"
Under Elise's dark, regal garments.... Was a bit of a bulky, padded, kind of puffy cloth sort of garment....With blue stars all scattered around the front of it. Nepgear could tell right away it wasn't underwear, even without the blonde girl's face flushing a bit at the display....Prompting a moment of silence between the two.
"Um...Ah..You..You saw that, didn't you?" Elise sheepishly stated, her gaze averting a bit.
"No..! I..i mean yes....Was....Was that a..." Nepgear stammered a mile a minute, wanting to confirm her suspicions, but not wanting to pry into it if the princess was too shy to comment on it, as Elise nodded.
"M..Mmmm.." Elise started, with a renewing flush. "S..see, I'm still kind of...getting used to the Royal life.... Having to sit in mock meetings, long lessons, and facing scary things.... And...I kinda sorta...maybe... don't have full control over my....my bladder..."
Nepgear's eyes went wide as she stared a bit at the girl, Elise looking to try to discern some reaction.. any emotion from the girl's gaze.
"I..It's...Sis says it's perfectly natural...And..And I just...Well, it's convenient, and. comfy, and..."
"Cute!" Nepgear found herself suddenly shouting, covering her mouth. "I..I erm..I.."
Elise was flustered by the sudden proclamation, as Nepgear's eyes shuffled around again.
"I..I mean...You can't really tell under the dress..." she started, sheepishly. "A..and...And it would save time for important meetings and such..And...And, I bet the dress even muffles the crinkling sounds, and...and.."
Elise's face flushed, but she gave a small smile at the purplette, her hands lightly moving to her dress.
"Do...Do you wanna look at it again?" Elise asked sweetly, stars in her eyes.. and lightly sheepish.. As Nepgear moved across the camp, and nodded.
"I..I'd love to.." she quietly admitted, moving over to get a better look at the girl's padded garment. There was no doubt... It was a diaper, with little blue stars scattered all over the front of it. Nepgear could see the material encompassing Elise's hips, the blonde's cute thighs lightly linking with each other as the girl's hands hovered over the material.
"Mmmmth.. Um.... Didn't you....need to pee again, Nepgear?" Elise quietly sounded at this, the purplette flinching.. and lightly doubling over a bit, one of her hands digging into her shirt again.
"i...I do....I don't know why..!" Nepgear Affirmed, wincing. "N..Normally, it takes a few hours before I have to go again after I pee...But....But.."
Suddenly, Nepgear gasped as she felt her hand growing warm......
But, not the one she was holding herself with.. But rather....
"M...Mmm... Better than me.." Elise sounded, with a flustered, sheepish smile. "I....I can barely keep it in after an hour or so. Even less if someone or something...touches..."
Nepgear realized all too late that her other hand had incidentally pressed on the girl's padded garment, which was growing in dampness as the stars started to fade...Elise shivering much like she did a few minutes ago.
"A..Awah...!! I'm sorry Princess Elise..!" Nepgear stammered, starting to fall back as she felt another bit of warmth.... coming from her own garments this time as she stumbled to the ground. "G..Gyah.... It's....It's gonna come out..."
"It's okay Nepgear..." Elise assured, with a warm smile. "They'll be able to clean you up and stuff back at the castle... If you're willing to go with me, of course.."
Nepgear blushed ever redder still, but as her hand continued feeling the spurting sprays of warmth, she could tell it was a losing battle of dignity....
And yet, as warmth sprayed past her pink panties, pooled under her perky posterior, and trickled into her matching pink striped stockings, it didn't seem like she was losing at all....
"Y..Yes... Yes of course.." Nepgear answered, suddenly out of breath from the little scene that had unfolded, as the blonde's smile shone brighter than any campfire. "I..I'd be honored to...to join you."
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Hello Hello~ Long time, frequent See.
Faust has been kind of sickish lately, but Faust is still working on commissions, and taking them.
Speaking of, here's the latest one Faust has written (for @wetdiaperlover in fact) featuring D.Va From Overwatch! [Faust hasn't played the game, so be merciful]
Tags: Female Wetting, Diaper use, Lewdity, Lectures
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"And, another thing Hana..."
"Yeah, I get it... Daaaaaad." a modestly shaped girl lightly groaned, rolling her eyes and sipping at a glowing can of cola. Nano cola. For when you need that extra little boos-
"Darnit Hana, Don't plug your cola in the middle of my lecture!" her lecturer, an older man with a prominently red visor, a scar trailing down his chin, and greyed hair barked, as if sensing her intentions from her posture. "This is literally the fourth time this week we've had the others talking about your.... problem."
"It's not a problem, 76." the girl protested, glowering up at the older man. The girl's own modest curves were highlighted by a bright blue bodysuit that hugged her body snugly. All in all, a fashionable, chic look.....
If it wasn't for the copious, generous dark wet patch that trailed down her inner hips, and thighs. There was only realistic explanation for such a intricate wet patch....
"I'm pretty sure wetting yourself on every mission lately is cause enough for Concern, Hana." the older man snapped again, looking exasperated. "It's probably all that Soda you drink. I should get Angela..."
"Look, it's not a problem! I can handle myself just fine!" the girl quickly interjected, holding up her hands. "Nano Cola has no adverse side-effects! I just... It's such a pain to hold it lately..."
"Somehow, I doubt that.." the man quipped under his breath, already starting off. "I'm going to go talk to her anyways. You can't be too careful when it comes to these kind of things."
"It's not a 'Thing!'" the girl indignantly called out again, to no avail. He wasn't going to listen to her... He almost never did. "Stupid 76..."
He was always just so...stuffy, and strict. She was an adult, she could do what she wanted! And if that meant losing it in her MEKA, where naught but herself could witness the results, then so be it! Not that she was addicted to the sensation... No.. No, it was just bad timing, is all.
"I need another Cola."
She had a brand deal to keep up with, plus she was just plain thirsty. The girl peeled off her blue jumpsuit, stowing it in a laundry basket as she made her way along.
What was most annoying wasn't the lecture, or being treated like a kid... But the way 76 always called her 'Hana'. Her real name, sure... But, she was no mere person..
Former gaming pro, turned mech pilot, working for Overwatch... She was a Hero, dammit! And, given she managed her own mech, a giant, pinkish purple mechanized armored drone she called MEKA, it was her business what she did in it. And with that, she had her own name..
"It's D.Va, darnit.." she muttered under her breath as she pulled on some casual clothes.... moving about to work on it some more. A few parts needed retuning, and some scratches to buff out. Nothing she couldn't handle.
"Just hope Mercy doesn't overreact like he did..."
Mercy, or, Angela Ziegler as 76 referred to her, was both the team medic, and also the practitioner of medicine for their group. She had long blonde hair, and a white outfit....
But, when she went into battle, she turned from your typical Nurse, into a Valkyrie! Battling, while keeping them all in tip top shape! The way the wings on her suit lit up were pretty cool... At least the first few times D.va saw them. After a bit, they started to lose their luster....
"There was that one outfit she wore during Halloween.." the girl noted to herself with a bemused smirk, as she started to brush up her MEKA, amusing herself. "Well, I'm sure she'll just say it's nothing, and let me off with a clean bill of health."
About thirty minutes later, D.Va heard her voice over an intercom being called to the Nurse's station, prompting her to drop her wrench, and pace along confidently. Nothing, absolutely nothing could go wrong!
....
"What do you MEAN I have to wear a Diaper?!"
"Now Now, Don't raise your voice like that Hana.." The Nurse in question, Mercy, gently chided. "It's just a precaution: Not a permanent thing. We've been getting reports of your post-mission status, and..."
"You think I can't help it too, don't you? What'd 76 tell you?" D.Va snapped, the blonde nurse merely shaking her head.
"It's just a precaution. Caffeine is a diuretic, so I'm willing to chalk it up to just a bit of carelessness on your part. In the heat of battle, a touch of incontinence is to be expected... This is to mitigate the cleaning of your MEKA, and.."
"I'll be fine..!" D.Va protested again, but she could already see the writing on the wall. The only person that was more stubborn about their pushiness than 76 was Mercy, and she certainly didn't have the stamina to keep up an argument with the Nurse.
"I'm sure it will be." The woman called again, gently. "Just, wear these for a few matches and show us that you don't need them. Once we've ascertained it's not a kidney infection or such, we'll let you out of them immediately.."
"So, I just gotta do some matches without wetting my.... Ugh.. Diaper?" D.Va asked, grimacing at the last word.
"Precisely."
.....
It was the best chance she was going to get. D.Va nodded her head somberly, and looked eye to eye with the blue-haired Valkyrie of a healer.
"Fine... Fine. I'll show you I can make it just fine." she quipped, her hands returning to her sides. "Just remember, you guys asked for this."
"Asked for...what?"
For the next day and a half, D.Va would always turn the moment she felt any bladder discomfort, and would call out to 76, or any other chiding adults nearby.
"Going to the bathroom! Like a normal girl."
IT didn't matter if it was the dead of night, or the middle of the day... If they were that concerned with her continence, she would make sure to firmly educate them in her ability to contain her waters.... And when she would properly release them, of course.
She could already tell 76 was getting tired of the constant alerts, but she didn't care.. He's the one that pushed this! That had made Mercy prescribe her...
...
She didn't want to think about it..... The kiddie garment that would wrap around her.... Would it be like wearing super bulky underwear? Or, another pair of shorts under her suit?
She silently wondered if it would show through her own suit, the puffy white garment billowing out.... No... No it couldn't... it wouldn't.... Would it?
...
She had paced around the changing rooms at this, looking to her locker anxiously. It wasn't...the strangest thing she'd seen... but, she definitely had no experience with it. A padded, bulky garment.... To go under her own bodysuit...
"No Harm in trying it out..." she told herself as she started to change into her uniform... Pulling off her casual clothes, and glancing down over her slender, smooth skin.. And her soft body....
She had a rockin' bod, and she was sure that she could make a killing as a cam girl... her own dark brown hair that waved it's way over her shoulders... Her modest breasts, slender hips, and lovely thighs....
"Alright... Now... the... D...D.."
She didn't want to say it.... But, she had to put it on, if she was going to figure out how it would look with her outfit.....
She picked up the garment, and lightly pulled it up her legs, her hands moving to fasten it at her sides. It was.......
...
Different.
It wasn't a bad feeling, as she worried.... No, it was... Surprisingly fluffy... And, soft.
She could hear the rustling with every movement as she tried to get used to the garment... At least, for the range of movement. She paced about a few steps, before moving back to her uniform, and started to slide it back up.....
The blue material stretching over her padded behind. It thankfully was made of a material that wouldn't fray and part with the added garment..... Though...
"Hmmmth.. The sooner I'm out of this thing, the better..." she called, glancing into a side mirror. "Though, it doesn't look too bad with my suit on. Good to know."
She looked herself over once more, clasping her hands over her padded posterior.
"Mmmth... Bulky..." She noted, before shrugging. "Well, better get this off before.."
"Ah, good to see you're on the case already, Hana." 76's voice called out, snapping her out of her mindset. "We just got a mission. Payload. Go ahead and get into your MEKA, since you're already suited up."
"But..." the girl started, the older man starting to put on a vest.
"Hm? Did you need to use the bathroom before we headed out again?" the man called, D.Va pausing as the man called. "Could have sworn you said you'd always go before our missions. Well, try not to take too..""Of..Of course I already went!" the girl Lied, quickly. "You just be prepared to be amazed when the round's over, 76!"
She didn't have to pee that bad.....No, she would be fine, even as she polished off her third Nano Cola. It was just a payload round....
Stay in a thing that moved, fight off guys that got close.... Rinse, repeat. It was easy!
Certainly no challenge for her bladder, which was barely twinging with need. Yeah... She'd be fine....
....
A chorus she kept echoing to herself as the group suited up and headed out....... Moving to a hot, Arid environment. D.Va polished off what would be her last can of Nano cola before work. Hey, it would be nothing short of a crime to let such an amazing soda go to waste!
"Alright everyone.. Squad up, and keep on the point as much as you can." 76 called out to the group, as D.Va took her spot in her MEKA, mounting it in a forward, pseudo-crawling position that stuck her rump out, and kept her leaning forward. "It won't move without us, and we only have a few minutes before interception. Try not to get blasted away, and keep your eyes open."
"Got it, Dad. Let's just kick ass!" D.Va mused, as the group was brought to the payload... A large, giant load of... something on a cart that only seemed to move when people stood on it. With her giant MEKA, she could usually tank a lot of the oncoming fire, and dish it out just as good. She had plenty of ammo, tons of guns, and she was sure to have a medley of targets! Yep! She had more than enough of everything to handle this...!
Pang...
....
Including Nano Cola, processing in her body rapidly. The girl lightly quivered, crossing her legs in her MEKA, and hearing the light rustling of the additional garment beneath her.
'I'll be fine.....I'll be fine.' she told herself, tensing her legs as the signal for the match rang out. 'Just five minutes..... Maybe less... And I can go back, and pee....'
Yeah.. It'd be fine....
"On your right, everyone!"
D.Va Spun her MEKA around swiftly, and depressed the trigger on her guns. A loud, vicious blast of energy that would no doubt send anyone packing!
...
Yet, as she kept firing, her MEKA kept rocking back from the recoil wildly... Making her shift awkwardly, and trembling in the framework...
"Nnn... Never...noticed it that bad before..." she groaned to herself, feeling her feminine muscles protest the shaking.... Her lightly twittering bladder starting to more pressingly tingle with need....
With the padding around her, she almost felt an instinct to loose her waters......Wait.. No... NO......She couldn't.....
"Not now... Not ever..." she assured herself, as the greyed solider hopped up onto the payload.
"Get on the point, everyone!" 76 Commanded, as D.Va rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, we get it..." she groaned, the rest of the people on her team firing wildly. Ugh, did these losers even know how to Aim?
D.Va brought up her MEKA to the top of the payload near 76, and started aiming and firing once more, muffling her own bladder's protests with a light squeezing of her inner thighs again....
Before she suddenly felt several blasts of energy crashing into her MEKA.
"AGH....NNGH!"
She could feel every impact....Her whole body shook with the MEKA as she heard sirens starting to go off..... Her bladder's urges starting to pang with every blast....
"Hnnngh... Nnn... No... Not yet..." she groaned to herself, moving for a switch. "I'm not done yet..."
She had a trump card for this situation.... The enemy was grouping up, and they were firing wildly at her MEKA. She couldn't take the blasts much longer, if she wanted to pilot it....
But, if they wanted to make it explode so bad, then who was she to disappoint them?
"Nerf This..." she called out with a smirk, smashing the button to her ejector seat....As the MEKA charged forward.
BWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
A large explosion, engulfing at least two of the enemies. Her MEKA would be reconstructed in a short period of time, and she'd be able to hop back in..... Heading right back to the payload, and back into the conflict.....
....
But for now, she was feeling very vulnerable, staggering her way out of the line of fire, and back past cover.
The payload had moved along to a healthy degree, and with her taking out her own share of the enemies, she figured a free minute or two could be dedicated to emptying herself.....
"M..Mmmmgh... Even if it's just a bit... It'll help me make it through..."
She stumbled behind cover, and started to unzip her uniform, her modest, but perky tits on full display for a moment....
She could feel the hot, arid air on her skin as she slid it completely off her shoulders, feeling herself bare to the world..... At least for a few moments.
"Now...just need to....." she called to herself, getting the material to her hips...Flinching as she stopped at the bulky, white garment.
"Ah...Shit, the Diaper..." she remarked to herself, trying to pull her uniform down a bit further... Or at least to adjust the diaper.... To do something...anything about her current condition.......
But, it seemed the material was not meant for easy removal.... No matter which way she wiggled her squirming hips, pulled on her tight, form fitting blue outfit...No matter which way she turned, or how badly her bladder wanted it....
She was not getting either garment all the way down.
"Nnngh.. Why choose now to get stuck?" she groaned softly, feeling the seemingly innocuous pressure....
Finally develop into a full-on problem. She shifted her hips as much as the bulky garment would allow, and pressed her palm against the material....Bending at the knees in agony.
"Nnnghh.. Nnn... God... I did NOT need this.." she groaned at herself, hearing the sounds of gunfire starting up again.
"HANA, get on the point!" 76's bossy voice called out, forcing the girl to abandon her chances.... Tugging the garment back over her shoulders, and stuffing her breasts back into the suit.
"Nnngh... I'm on it, I'm on it." she grumbled, as the giant fixture of her MEKA came down from the sky, landing beside her. She leaped up to get inside of it.... Flinching as her re-entry was accompanied by something else...
Pssssh...
A sudden, swift burst of warmth escaping her... Prompting her to cover her mouth with a sharp...
"MMMGHHHH!!....Fuck...!" she swore sharply, squeezing her knees as best she could... Trying to pilot her MEKA with one hand. She'd sprung a leak, mere moments after getting back because of the awkward posture.....
And... The short squirt of pee.... The warm, dampness of her release.... That was kept entrapped by the large, padded garment..... Kept from trailing down her thighs, and encompassed around it's exit point. It felt.... Felt...
'F..Fuck... Why does it feel... So good?!' she told to herself, feeling reddness creep to her face as she started to fire her guns again...
Psssh..Psssh..psssh..
Feeling a warm, amazing squirt of wetness every few bounds of recoil. Every bit of liquid escaping felt like it was coating her most personal place..... Every squirt of warmth like a loving, tender rub of her girlhood during her own private times........
She had to keep firing... She had to keep shooting...
Pssssh..pssshppshsssphss
She had to keep holding on for dear life, and losing the battle, inch by inch. She could feel the now warm, dampening garment beneath her suit encompassing her lower body in vulgar warmth.... And she never liked doing things only halfway....
"Mmmghh... Mmmm.. MMMM.... YES....YESSS....YES..." she groaned softly, not even sure if she was hitting anything anymore. No.. she just had to keep going! She had to keep firing, she... She...!
"HANA! HANA! The Payload's delivered! We Won!" 76's voice called out to her, snapping her out of her gun-crazed trance....
But certainly not quelling the mixture of desire and relief in her nethers. Even without her guns firing, her tired, numb naughty faucet was tired of holding anymore....
And, with the last, fleeting vestiges of her control leaving her, what was originally copious amounts of tensed up squirts of piddle......
SSSH..SSHHHHHGSSSHHHHHHHH
Was now a raging torrent of uncontrollable processed soda, no longer teasing, but out and out drenching the garment beneath her suit.
"Mmmmnnn!! MMMMM... AAAAAAHHHH... AAAHAHHHHHHHHH HAAAAAAAAH!!!"
The constant, seemingly never-ending spray of piddle from her personal faucet came with a massive swell of warm pleasure... Blanketing her hips, her upper thighs... And just the right parts of her naughty, tingling, nearly-feeling-on-fire twat.
It felt good... It felt way too good.... It was practically mindblowing....
'Nnnnnaaahhhh!!! Ohhh..Ohhh...Why have I never done this before?!' she thought with a loud groan.... The warmth in her... her diaper positively... Invigorating!
"Hana! HANA SONG you get out here right now!"
Even the stuffy, grumpy old man 76 couldn't calm her raw excitement from the sensation... As they started to head back to base......And she left her MEKA quietly.
"Of all the things... You said you would handle it... You said you could manage.." the grumpy old man called to her, already pacing with...what she could guess was some kind of scowl. "This isn't your personal fantasy, this is war! And the enemy's not going to sit there, and listen to you get off!"
D.Va couldn't even pay attention to the man's rambling.... She was still feeling a mixture of the afterglow of her first orgasm.. And a flavor for more. With every new sentence, she crossed her legs over again and again... Feeling the lovely, naughty warmth over her naughty bits again.
"And when I tell Angela about this..."
"Yeah...Yeah..Yeah, sure... sure.. Go tell her.." D.Va called out offhandedly, 76 leering at her through his visor.
"I think I will..." he stated firmly, starting to head up to the Nurse's office. If it were before the mission, she might have protested.. or pleaded... or even cried out to him...
...
But right now, she had needs... And she had to deal with them.
'Nnnn... No toys.. No desks... Nothing good to play with..' she thought to herself, before glancing up at her MEKA.... and giving a lightly lewd smile. 'Well, gotta make do.'
She climbed up atop her MEKA, away from any randomly wandering, prying eyes.... Planting her uniformed, padded bottom on the machine....
Plsssh...
Once again, warmth started to spread over her girlhood, and the wet sounds of her diaper sent even more tingles up her spine. She moved her hands to unzip her uniform again, popping her perky breasts free again as she got down to the padded, soaked material... And started to run her hands over it....
"Mmm.. Mmm... Mmmghh.. yes... yesss.." she groaned softly, her hands pressing to her girlhood. She couldn't quite reach it with the large, bulky material in the way....
But every press spread warmth over her tender girlhood.... Every rub spread it over her.... And send more and more chills up her body...
"Mmm..Mmmaahhh... Aaahh... Ahhhh... .F..Ffffuck.." she groaned, feeling the lightest of twinges in her bladder....As she quickly grunted and groaned..."Already...already wet....Diaper's already soaked... What's...what's the harm... in... In... innnnnnnn...."
She rubbed herself faster and faster still, feeling the warmth welling up inside of her.....As she clenched her lower muscles, and pushed.... Spreading wonderful NEW warmth all over her girlhood.....
"Pe..Pe...P..peeeeeeing some mo...Mooooooooo...MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!"
D.Va let out a loud WAIL of pleasure as the warm squirt of piddle spreading over her diaper, quickly followed by another.... positively outstanding spray of other, feminine fluids. Warmth spread from head to toe of the girl's trembling, shuddering... spraying physique........her face flushing, and her modest chest rising and falling in loud, vicious pants.
"Ohhh..Ohhh.. Ohhh... they'd better not... Nerf this.."
She had a new hobby.... And most definitely a new way to have fun. What's more, with Nosy 76 telling her off to Mercy, she could be assured the woman would have an ample supply of diapers for her....
...
And yet....
"Mmm... She won't mind if I...borrow a few." she whispered to herself as she slid past the Nurse's office.... Spying the blonde haired Nurse heading out of her room to the bathrooms for her own release... Giving her enough time to swoop in, grab a handful of plush garments to take back to her own room... And...
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Experiment.
"I wonder if my fans would be interested in this..." |
Faust is finally back in the full swing of things! He's back at full force, and he's got his life sorted out so he can continue to live where he's living for a whole, 'nother year!
Faust is super pleased.... And, also, Faust has a Commission to show off to everyone, Courtesy of @daveshuyi
This one consists of Asuna, and a certain struggle... So, Faust hopes you enjoy!
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"Nnn... How did it come to this...?"
It had been such a simple day..... How did it get this...complicated?
The day itself had started out pleasantly. with a cloudless sky, and a brilliantly shining sun. Asuna donned a white shirt, and a red skirt that stopped before her knees, the girl lightly smoothing it out quietly.
"Reminds me of SAO.." she mused softly to herself, starting out of her home quickly, to meet up with someone very dear to her....
"Ah, hey there Asuna."
Her boyfriend, Kirito. One of the few good things that came out of the deathtrap of a game they had both been trapped in years ago."Hey. You weren't waiting long, were you?"
Throughout all of the adventures they had spent together, over several games and verses, she and Kirito had formed a true bond.... And, even though her mother wasn't the biggest fan of the slender, dark haired, middle class boy....
Asuna, even outside of the virtual worlds that gave her amazing powers, was no less powerful as a person when stripped of said superpowers. She'd been the one to propose the date, the one to arrange meeting up in the center of town, and the one that had....firmly informed her mother of her own feelings in regard to romance. She had more than her fair share of competition for the affections of the boy... But, there was a reason she was there first, and the one he had married. (Even if it was just in SAO at the time)
"No, not at all. Just got here. Shall we?"
"Mmm... of course."
Gone were the times of having to be the second in command... Dealing with the leers, sneers, and high, lofty expectations of others. Gone were the times where she was constantly pressured, or put into a life and death situation... No...
Today was just going to be time with the boy she loved...And nothing was going to stop her from enjoying it.....
...
Several hours later, the delighted pair made their way to a park, finding a bench to sit down at, as the dark haired boy held up a hand to try and futilely stifle a loud yawn.
"Nnnnnghh....Gonna be nice, being able to relax again.." the boy groaned, rubbing his eyes. "After everything that's happened...."
"Are you tired, Kirito?" Asuna's concerned voice called, turning her head. "You've been sleeping okay, haven't you?"
"Of course, I just.... Nnnnghhaaa.." the boy started, another yawn coercing it's way out of the boy's mouth as he rubbed his eyes more. "We've been through a lot. Not really sure how you manage to do as much as you do, sweetie.."
A faint pink came to the girl's cheeks at hearing the term again... Something she might... one day get used to, but still got to her at times. She smiled warmly, but gave a slightly firm, lightly reprimanding tone to her voice.
"You need to rest when your body's tired. You can't be pushing yourself like you always do..." she started, as the boy held up a hand.
"Nn.. It wasn't anything major. Just a quest that went on a bit more than i was expecting.. honest..." Kirito remarked quietly, as the auburn girl shook her head, her expression easing a bit.
"Of course it was..." she sounded lightly under her breath, as she rested a hand down in her lap. "Well, here's a quest for you, and I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Mmttth?" the boy sounded, as Asuna's hand went to his shoulder, lightly pulling him down on his side, black hair meeting with her legs as she pulled the boy's head into her lap.
"Take it easy... Rest a little. Girlfriend's orders." she mused to the boy, who gave a light protest.
"Asuna, I'm fine..." he sounded, the boy's eyes closing. "I'll be... Mmmn... Just... a bit then..."
The girl could feel the boy's head nestling into her lap, as his defiance melted away, getting cozy and summarily, taking her suggestion to rest his eyes for a bit. She let out a content sigh....
'Mmm.. This has just been... the bes-' she started to think, closing her eyes for a moment, as the boy's head lightly rolled back...
bmp....
And the girl's body suddenly gave a sudden jolt, snapping her out of the mild daydream she was having.... A sensation she had nearly forgotten about entirely...
Pang.....
"Ah...?" Asuna gasped softly, her legs instinctively tensing up at a sudden swell in internal pressure, mounted just below her lower belly. It had been several hours since the date started, several activities in between, several periods of time with various food and drink....And, in this moment of all moments... She realized....
'I....I have to pee...'
She was hardly the kind of girl that faced this predicament frequently, much less in anywhere as public as the park. The games she had played didn't pay attention to these problems, and her own body had long since recovered from the issues that followed the incidents trapping her in virtual games that robbed many people, Kirito Included, of a significant portion of their muscle mass.
Her own family, well off as it was, was able to keep her body in much better shape after being removed from the prison of Nervgear. Compared to those in much...less grand hospitals, who had to undergo significant physical therapy post-game.
'It's not a big deal.... I can hold it..' she told herself, quietly. 'It's not that bad, anyways. I'll just... wait until Kirito wakes up from his nap, and then I'll just make a...pit stop.'
She slightly winced as she peered over at a small building a distance away, various girls and guys leaving the public bathrooms of the park. The idea of public restrooms, compared to the immaculate, beautiful, (Or even just plain Sanitary) bathrooms she was used to made her stomach turn a little bit.... But, she wouldn't try to push her way back to her own home... Or worse, ask Kirito to go to his for something simple like that.
'It's just another challenge to overcome...' she assured herself, feeling the boy's head resting against her a bit more. "Just...have to wait out the timer on this one. It'll be up soon enough, and I'll be free!'
Much like paralysis in video games, she couldn't move until the timer was up....And, unlike them, there was no imminent danger. No psychopath threatening to end her life, or endanger it. No, it was just a little...
....
'No...don't even think about it. It's not there if i don't think about it.' she told herself firmly, pushing the thought out of her mind, as she lightly brushed the hair of the boy in her lap. No.... it would be fine.. She would be fine...
....
She hoped..
Tens of minutes passed by as the girl's eyes glanced skyward, looking at the formerly blue sky, now decorated with several billowing, if puffy-looking clouds. She lightly leaned her head back, tracing over the shapes with her eyes.
"Mm.. That one looks like my sword.." she mused, her fingers lightly clenching in a grip. "And.... that one looks like a bird..... And that one looks like Yui.."
The girl smiled lightly as she kept glancing over the shifting, changing shapes of clouds.... Making a game of seeing if she could perceive related things from one to another. She pictured the guild symbols, then some of the items, then some of the light monsters... And, as she was glancing over one that particularly looked like a meal she'd served, the girl's eyes turned.
"And that one looks like a....Toi...let..." she sounded as her eyes rested on it... The girl regretting it immediately as the same, nagging, pressing feeling started to make itself known again. She lightly frowned, glancing down at the boy in her lap again, pressed against her pressured piddle pot.
"Nnn.. just a little bit.." she sounded to herself, lightly nudging the boy's head down for a few moments, to give her bladder piece from the siege of his head pressed against it. The boy grumbled a bit in his sleep, but his head found it's way resting down further in her lap, the girl flushing a bit.
"He's..." she sounded to herself, feeling the pressure now against her own personal area.... But, feeling immediately relieved that her bladder wasn't under duress anymore. No more was the extra weight of her boyfriend's head... Just whatever liquids she had processed already. A feeling much more manageable....
....
For at least a few dozen more minutes, as the boy's eyes started to open again.
"Mmmmth...Mmmn.." Kirito sounded, as Asuna glanced down at him.
"Ah... are you feeling better?" she asked lightly, the boy's eyes closing again quickly.
"A bit.... can I...sleep a bit more?" he called out groggily, as the girl lightly smirked, brushing her fingers over his head.
"We're gonna have to work on that get up and go, you know." she playfully chided, the boy looking up to her with the same, weary but pleased eyes.
"Just...a little bit more? Please?" he pleaded with the girl, who giggled and brushed his hair again.
"Fine... Just a little longer." she mused, as the boy started to nestle back into her lap, his head bumping into a familiar spot....
Pang
"Nnn..!" the girl sharply flinched, prompting the boy to start to lean up again.
"Ah...? Is...is everything okay, Asuna?" he sounded, as the girl felt her body involuntarily shifting a bit, pressing her legs together as the urge returned to her, twice as bad as before.
"Ah... Ah, it's fine...!" she assured, quickly. "just... easy... Kinda bumped me a bit hard.."
"You....Are you sure?" the boy's tired voice sounded, as the girl brushed her hand over his shoulder again. "If something's wrong you can.."
"I'm fine...honest.." the girl lied, gently. "Don't work yourself up... You need to rest a bit more.."
"Mmmn...If you...say so.." the boy muttered softly, already starting to ease himself back into the girl's lap. Asuna's hands gently guided him down, away from her now protesting bladder, the boy's eyes slowly closing again, as the girl was eventually left alone with her thoughts again.... The boy, quelled in her lap. However, unlike Kirito.....
'Nnn....Stop it, bladder!' she internally groaned, her legs tensing up anew, as her bladder refused to ease off from the protests. It had gone from a mild, irrelevant sensation, to a full blown annoyance.
'Just a few more minutes... I'm gonna give him a little more, then I'll wake him up..'
A simple statement, turned into a mantra....Chanted to herself every 'few minutes.' Every few minutes, she'd feel the urge swell.... But every 'Few minutes', she'd look down on the peaceful, slumbering expression of her beloved.....
And, something would just twinge inside of her, Some part of her would falter weakly, assuring herself she could manage for a little longer....
Just a bit more... Just until the sun would start to go down..... Just a little longer, and she'd rouse the sleeping boy. If she could wait just a little longer, she'd let him get his rest, she'd be able to politely excuse herself to the restroom, and she would be rid of this....nagging, troublesome urge.....
An urge that was slowly intensifying with every passing moment... With every delay in awakening the boy, she could practically feel her own internal reservoir filling out... Much like the cups from the cafe they had been drinking out of....
"Nn..could use one right now..." she started softly, before shaking her head. "No..! No way...I definitely..! Not again.."
The girl wanted to distract herself again, but the constant, nearly unending pangs were incredibly hard to ignore, The girl wanted to cross her legs, but the boy in her lap was keeping them hostage... Asuna barely able to keep her legs together, as her body wriggled lightly....
"Nnn...How'd it come to this.." she thought to herself quietly, quivering. The day had been so good so far... immaculate sky, no arguing to go out, no interruptions from siblings or other girls, and she had been able to share a romantic moment letting the boy sleep in her lap....
...
So, why was it falling on the dismount so badly?!
'Nnn... I'm gonna have to do it.. I'm gonna need to wake him up... ' she thought to herself, shifting a bit as the boy slowly started to move, the girl backing her hand off quietly.
"Nn... Maybe...He'll be up on his own in a sec.." she reasoned to herself, now shifting her legs slowly....steadily...unable to stop herself anymore. "Then..won't have to..wake him myself.."
She could feel herself tensing up, but kept fighting the urges as she glanced down at the boy, looking for telltale signs of waking. She'd endure it a little longer... Just enough for him to wake up himself...
"just...gotta make sure he doesn't bump into.." she idly noted to herself, the boy's head starting to lean back as she flinched.
'Ah...! Nonono...!' she thought, moments before impact... The gentle press against her held water tank prompting a vicious wave of pressure........And also....
Sssh..!
"A..Ah..!!" the girl suddenly, and very SHARPLY gasped, feeling a spray of warmth enter her undergarments. Her urges were no longer a mere annoyance, it had graduated to a full-on threat, bordering on absolute emergency! She couldn't delay the boy's waking any longer....!
Ah...but...
"K..Kirito?" she gently stammered, a hand resting on his shoulder a bit. "Kirito...It's....it's time to wake up..."
The pressure was building... Her seal was broken.... She could feel the wet spot in her garments heralding the impending flood.......As the boy's head lightly shifted, pressing her skirt into her damp patch........And evoking a sudden, very worrying concern.
"Mmmthh...Mmm...Just a..little more.." the boy sounded, his arm starting to wrap around her waist as he pulled himself into her waist some more.
"Ahhh.......!" the girl flinched, the added swell of pressure wrecking havoc on her straining tank, another...lengthy spurt starting to force it's way out of her floodgates. "N..No no no Kirito, you need to...need to wake up now..... We were just talking about this....!"
She didn't mean to press the subject, but another fear had brought itself to her mind, concerning the path of her impending piddle..
"Nnn...Nn..Alll...Alright..I'm getting up.. I'm getting up." the boy grumbled softly, his other hand gripping her leg for support as he started to push himself up...
Parting her tightly pressed legs, and....
Pssss...pssssshhhh...
"Ah...!!!!!" she gasped, her bladder hitting it's proverbial limit, as her thoughts were dangerously close to reality....
The thought of an accident was unpleasant, sure... But, the thought of watering her garments, with the dark haired love of her life in the path of the flood....! Covering him in her own, internal waters....!
That was....absolutely unacceptable, in any way!
Asuna wasn't sure what had had given first, her bladder's last vestiges of control, or the last bits of restraint to move her boyfriend out of her soon to be soaked lap before it was too late.....
All she knew was that instead of lifting the boy out, she had none-too-gently cupped his back under her hands, and sent him tumbling to the ground as she pushed him to relatively dry safety with a crumple, her hands suddenly jerking to her moistening garments.
"Ah...! Owww....A..Asuna, you don't gotta be so rough.." the dark haired boy groaned with a hand rubbing his head. "I was getting up, I just needed a....mo..ment."
The boy's own eyes went from half-closed to wide-awake, staring at his girlfriend as her hands were buried in her short skirt... The red garment quickly dampening with withheld waters, as the bench beneath her started to puddle up in a sizable amount of piddle.
"A..Ahhh..." she could only moan, feeling the floodgates close.. and open... and close.... and open again, each break lasting less and less time than before. She had managed to save her boyfriend from a vicious fate.... but, in exchange... "Nnnnnaaaaaahhhh..haaahhh.."
She would never protest public restrooms again... She'd never pass up a bathroom break if she felt even the slightest urge... She'd never let her bladder get that bad again.... She wanted nothing more than to just go back and excuse herself earlier....To have ended the boy's Nap a few minutes earlier....To have drank less during their dates... To do anything to avoid shaming herself as she had.... The girl's eyes growing a bit watery, as her face shone a brilliant red. This was...truly it...
More humiliating than anything she'd ever done in her life... and right in front of the person she most wanted to never show this kind of thing to! And yet, no matter how much she wished, wanted, or just plain needed to change this outcome, there was no stopping it... Or dealing with her now positively ruined clothes, all warm and wet with spilled, internal waters.
"Ah..! Asuna...." the boy called to her, the girl's flush feeling like it was extending to her ears. Somehow, hearing her name from his lips... Acknowledging what she had just done as reality...It made the whole thing even more horrifying.
"Ah.. There..There...It's not your fault.." the boy called, starting to pat her shoulders, and head. "You...you should have let me know you had to go...Ya'know..?"
"Nnn..I..I just didn't want to..." the girl started to explain herself, but the boy quickly wrapped her in a tight embrace, pulling her into him.
"It's okay, you don't have to explain.." the boy gently called, brushing her long hair with his hands. "You shouldn't keep pushing yourself either, you know."
"But..!" she started to protest, as the boy gently rubbed her head, hugging her close.
"Look...I know you're a strong, powerful woman.." he gently assured, squeezing her. "You've overcome many different things, and taken on a bunch of foes, by yourself even. You've done a lot for me...for all of us, and this doesn't change any of that. You're still the beautiful, amazing woman I fell in love with...Even if you made a mistake."
Asuna's flush eased a little as her body had finished it's involuntary release, the boy still hugging her close.
"People make mistakes. It's what we do..." he added, gently into her ears. "But, the beauty of what we do, is how we overcome these mistakes, together. It's okay that this happened... I'm still here for you Asuna... Always will be."
"K..Kirito..." the girl sniffled a bit, as the boy's lips pressed to hers in a loving embrace, wet garments and all. She could feel herself melting away, her heart skipping a beat, and her body relaxing...
Sure, she had overestimated her holding abilities again...But, this time, she wasn't entirely upset about it. Perhaps it was just KIrito's calm, comforting words...Or how he had given her his jacket to cover it up on the way home... Or how she managed to get it in the washer and dryer without being noticed by her mother, showering away any last bits of evidence....
But, whatever it was.... In spite of the unfortunate accident she had experienced... The day still had been..... Quite an amazing one.....
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"Haaaaaa.....So quiet...."
There were bound to be days without a lot of action, but it didn't make the lime-green slime-girl any less bored. Sure, Goopy's Outstanding Omo-Emporium wasn't the most popular store.... But, still!
"I wanna do some business, darn it!" the girl lightly pouted, resting a hand in her head. She'd even worn her dark red hoodie this time, which seemed remarkably dry....
At least, that's what people kept remarking, whenever they saw her wearing it.
'Just Cuz I'm A slime girl, doesn't mean everything I touch is wet...' she mentally quipped to herself, glancing along the shop with a distant expression.
She was quite knowledgeable about liquids, fluids, and their uses.... And, her little shop was to help the brazen, and the shy alike to overcome their...Troubles when it came to tinkle fun.
She had snacks, garments, potions, drinks, magazines... Anything any good omo-enthusiast would be happy to have! Though, while her sales weren't bad, they weren't outstanding either.....
"Though....Come to think of it..." Goopy mused, a smile curling onto her lips. "Can't say I've properly..sampled my wares before."
The girl slid to her feet, and started to circle around her store, scooping a few things off of the counters. A bag of Omo-Droplets, a few specialized potions... And even one of the magazines, as she made her way back to her spot behind the counter.
"Mmm.....First up, the Aqua Droplets." she mused, picking up the bag. They were eccentric, jelly candies that compacted a significant diuretic, with a gummy, sugary mix. Intended as a snack to slowly stir the urges, Goopy quickly popped a handful of the sweets into her mouth.. Dissolving them quickly.
"Oooh, that's sweet..." she cooed, leaning back in her chair as she felt her body quiver in anticipation. Soon enough, she could feel the familiar panging of urgency filling below her belly... As she gave a small smile.
"Mmm.. Mmmm.. Ohhh..This could be bad, if I wasn't prepared.." she whispered to herself, resting a hand on her body... A sizable bit of her bulging out... Her own bladder bloating out with copious liquid. Yes, if she was a human, this would be the end of her control... But, being able to swell her bladder for a bit.....
"Mmm... Oh, the magazine has shots of girls on the toilet..." she mused to herself, lifting her arms to show off her bare girlhood. "Shame I don't have one of those in here..... Oh, i know!"
She grinned, moving about, the squeezing and swirling of her bladder panging urgently...As she scooted a sizable black cauldron under her, as she started to relax her body...
"Ha...Haaaaaaaahhhh..!" she moaned, a pale yellow fluid suddenly spraying under her hoodie, hurriedly splashing down into the cauldron, and filling it up slowly. "Ohhhhnn... Ohhhh, Ohhhh, and it feels good to let it out..."
A low, echoing pssssssssshhhhh rang out through the store as she continued to loosen her waters into the Cauldron, feeling her own body starting to heat up, dampness seeping into the hoodie a bit. She was enjoying this... She was really enjoying this.....
So, by the time her cauldron was full, and she felt herself taper off... She practically leapt back into her seat, uncorking potions.
"Mmmm... Potion of Holding.." she mused, popping the bottle to her mouth, and chugging it down. For those pesky piddle problems, it was meant to help hold on for a little while longer....
But then redouble the contents withheld, after a bit.
"And... Potion of piddling."
Simple enough, a potion to incite prominent piddle problems. She had no idea which of the two were stronger, or which of them would win out... But, she sure hoped she'd be finding out soon!
Goopy tilted back the drink, leaning back in her chair... As she closed her eyes...
And waited.....
She didn't have long to wait, feeling the urgency return from the droplets, coupled with the piddle potion.....
Not to mention, combatting against the holding potion. Her bladder swelled, contracted, and stirred... .Fighting... Urging... Demanding...
'Pee...Don't pee... Pee... Don't pee...' she groaned sweetly, moaning to herself as she reach for one of the potion bottles. 'Ohhh..which one..which one...'
She could feel her body moistening, dampening her hoodie as she got more and more excited, shuddering and gasping as the urges battled....Struggled...
And then...
Psssh
A sharp, pale spray of liquid! The sensation sent shivers along her whole body, making her quiver and jiggle with need....
"B..Bottle... Bottle..!" she called, trying to position her pissing girlhood to fill the potion bottle quickly... Several spurts, sprays, and streams flowing into the container... Each moment of relief feeling like someone was rubbing all over her body.....
By the time she was able to relax herself... Her body seemed to relent to the holding potion... Prompting her to cork off the now filled bottle... Wondering what the effects of a slime-girls urine would have on a human body.....
Feeling the effects of the holding potion cement themselves, Goopy felt herself regaining focus on her job.. Hearing the door to her store open up, and some customers coming to her attention.
She helped them pick out some good clothes, and some potions of their own... Accepting their money, and even waving the two out....
Before a sudden sensation escaped her slime-girl slit....
PSssh...pssshshhpsssshh
"Haaaahhhh!!!!!!!"
It seemed the potion of holding finally wore off, just in time to send the shoppers off. She buckled, staggering towards her desk again, but..
Psssh..pssshhhhhhhhhhpsssssssssssssssssh
It was far, far too late....
Clear, lightly yellow liquid started to pool out from under the slime-girl's bottom, Goopy sliding to her knees as she felt her body starting to relax in it's entirety, making her slump over in a heated moan.... Hands sliding down to feel the flow...
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"Fwahhhh...It's hot today. Need to grab somethin' to drink..."
A raised hand wiped some beading sweat off the forehead of a coffee-colored girl, suffering from the recent swell in temperature. Though she wore a bright orange shirt, and some loose, comfortable purple shorts that hugged her hips nicely....
Her long, dark brown hair easily captured more of the sun's rays than she would have liked.... And no doubt heavily contributed to her discomfort. She lightly pulled on the collar of her shirt to try to fan herself.... Turning a bit as someone's voice called out.
"C'mon Raki, let's get out of this heat!" another girl's voice called. As the girl gave a quick nod.
"Yes please...."
The lightest ringing of a bell could be heard as the girl moved... The tiny, golden material attached to a purple choker around her neck. Something the girl had obtained recently, and had taken to showing off to her friends....
Raki Tsune was a respectfully mundane girl... Her body not be overly curvy, nor deceptively flat... She wasn't out of shape, but she wasn't built either.. She wasn't short, nor exceptionally tall... No, Raki was just a pleasant, positive girl, who enjoyed long walks, working on her computer, and some sugary sweets here and there. The good things in life, so to speak. And speaking of good things..
"Phew... Christ, it's hot today." the voice of her friend called, a teal haired girl with dark roots groaned, taking a seat inside of the much cooler cafe, as Raki followed suit.
"Seriously.....And Literature today was just...monotonous.."
"Not helped by the fact the Professor is obsessed with his own, droning voice! The guy couldn't show emotion if it hit him in the face, stole his wallet, and called social services on his sorry ass for being negligent to the kids I seriously-doubt-he-has!"
"Ahahaha... Well.. I'm sure he tries.." Raki replied to her animated friend, someone coming to their table after the little outburst, and pulling out a notepad.
"Can I get you two something to drink?" the person called, the teal haired girl snapping her head over quickly.
"A bottle of Jack." she quipped, the server starting to pen it to paper, as she held up a hand. "I'm joking! Just gimme.."
"The usual." the server called, turning to Raki. "And you?"
"Hmm....." she pondered audibly, as she glanced down at a menu. "I'll have...The Horchata."
"Right.. ..." the server called, glancing the pad. "The Horch...The hora...The...The rice drink that's cold. Good choice."
The server quietly paced away at this, Raki's teal haired friend lightly resting on her hand.
"Ugh, it's the same stuff, day in and out around here." she grumbled, glancing away from the table. "Kinda makes ya wish something would happen, yeah?"
"W..well, something new would be nice.." Raki agreed lightly, a hand involuntarily going to the collar on her neck. "Just... so long as it's nothing horrible, of course.."
"Meh, Bring it on!" the girl snapped, lightly whapping the table with her hand. "I can take it."
Before Raki could make any remarks to the dangers of tempting fate, the server had returned with two glasses, setting them down in front of each girl.
"The Special for you.." the server remarked, giving the teal haired girl her drink. "And the uh... Horchait...The... Yeah."
Raki gave a patient smile as the server put down her drink, and she quickly took a gulp.
It was... sweet, cool, and refreshing. People tended to compare the drink to a kind of milk, or pudding..... But, Raki felt she could have drank anything cool, and it would have tasted good in this heat. A loud, relieved sigh could be heard from the girl as she set down her cup... Refreshed, and renewed.
"And speaking of dull-ass teachers..." Her friend started after her own drink, as Raki kept up her gentle smile, and nodded... Time passing as her friend ranted about everything that bothered her with their current, casual life.....
Ignorant of Raki's own discovery, a few nights prior.....
An hour or so had passed since they'd sat down, conversational rants peppered with refills by the server of their chosen beverage, before the two would eventually rise from their seats... A familiar, but gentle urge making itself known with a single motion of Raki's ascent...
Pang.....
"Mm.." Raki sounded with her lips pressed together, the refills of her beverages starting to come back to haunt her a bit.
"Anyways, I'm gonna go piss, and we can go." her friend sounded, already pacing over to the cafe's bathrooms.... Prompting Raki to pause.
"I..." she started, before seeing someone move over to the door, and put up a big white sign.
"Oh Bullshit." her friend snapped, Raki inching a bit closer to see the sign put over the girl's bathrooms... One that she had seen more than a few times before...
[Out Of Order]
"Not my call. Boss's orders." the same Server called, as Raki's friend glowered up at him... Before pacing back over to Raki grumpily, muttering under her breath.
"C'mon, let's go already, Raki." she stated quietly, Raki starting to follow the girl with a bit of...tension in her step.
This wasn't the first time Raki had seen the bathrooms closed off for a girl, just before she could get to them.... (And likely, wouldn't be the last)... But, there was a little secret of Raki's that she dared not bring up to anyone... Not even to her friend.
'M..Mmm... We'll be fine..' the girl thought to herself, squeezing her legs together as she walked... Trying not to watch her friend as they made their way down the streets of their town, her friend grumbling and groaning every so many blocks.... Saying a lot of unkind things about customer service, the people in positions of powers, and the state of public bathrooms to assure herself and Raki that it was probably for the best anyways.....
Even as the pressure in Raki's lower belly started to slowly mount.... As the glasses of horchata started to be processed by her body, even with the heat of the day doing it's part in ekeing out more liquids from her body.....
"Nnnnghh... It's too damn hot..!" her friend suddenly snapped at this, turning to kick at a wall. "There a vending machine or somethin' nearby? I need to drink something, or I'm gonna die of thirst."
"Ah... Well, there's one right next to the Save-mart over there.." Raki pointed quietly, feeling an uncomfortable thirst returning... but also, a wave of pressure slowly rising beneath her shorts... Squeezing her thighs a bit closer together as her friend marched.
"Perfect! I'll get you somethin' too." the girl snapped before Raki could say anything, darting over to the machine as she fumbled for some change and bills.... Raki noticing the girl's shifting from leg to leg.... The light twisting of her hips....
Was she...always that animated when it came to getting money out of her pockets? Or....
Pang..pang..
A sharp spike in pressure prompted Raki to cross her legs a bit.. A sudden swell of need directing her attention away from her friend......Making her focus on her own body once more....
It was.. still manageable, but it wasn't exactly ideal... She would definitely need to find someplace to go soon, or quietly excuse herself from her friend to do as such....
"Here. Gotcha a Sprite." her friend called, popping the tab on her own beverage, as Raki took the cold can... Flinching visibly, as her friend started to chug the contents of her can.
Raki could feel the cold against her hands.... And the warmth of the rest of her body in stark contrast... Biting her lip quietly as she squeezed her legs together tighter.... Trying to keep her dignity about her, as her own urges steadily kept increasing... Watching as her friend crushed the can against the ground, and tossed it into a bin.
"Haaaah... MUCH better." the girl stated, looking to Raki. "Hey, you gonna drink that?"
"S..sure.." Raki stated with her usual, soft smile.. Popping the tab, as she brought it to her lips....
The taste was refreshing, but the additional liquid made her body reflexively tense in perceived agony. her friend gesturing over her shoulder.
"Well, c'mon then! Let's get going!"
Raki gave a silent nod, following along... Yet, she couldn't quite keep still as she walked... Slowly nursing the beverage....
The refreshment was welcome... but, it kept the thought of her own urges at the front of her mind...Constantly adding more and more liquid to her already filling tank...... Slowly, but steadily increasing her urgency....
Everywhere the two would end up going though, the bathrooms were either occupied, being deep-cleaned, or otherwise unable to perform their basic duty....
After the third attempt was busted by a literal busted water line, Raki's friend was furious.
"Do they just want me to piss on their floor?" the girl snapped, her legs knocking as she stood indignantly in front of the closed door. "Cause I'll fuckin' do it! I'll bring about a whole goddamn flood on this carpet!"
"N..Now now.. Let's... Not do that.." the much more composed girl stated with a quiver, her own legs trembling, and her body shaking with need.. Trying to dissuade her friend's questionable thought process.
"Nnnnn..Well, I gotta piss like yesterday." the girl snapped, turning around hurriedly. "And I swear to God, I Will piss in the next bathroom we find! Boy's, Girl's, Animals! Broken, Busted, Dirty, or clean! I'm not putting up with this any longer!"
Raki sometimes wished she had half the amount of fire her friend had when it came to defying authority for things like this. It was a bit... troublesome at times, having to pull her out of some truly reckless attempts.... But, she was still fond of her friend greatly....
And, was trying her darndest not to stare at the girl's shaking, quivering bottom as she swayed side to side... Glancing around hurriedly for any toilets in range.
By this point, several hours had passed... And, the bright sunlight was slowly fading... Giving way to the late afternoon....As her friend finally stopped in place, near an alleyway.
"Nnnngh...! A..Alright, Fuck it.! I've gotta go NOW." her friend snapped, loudly. "Raki, be my eyes and ears.... I'm gonna explode if I take it one step forward.."
"Ah, but...!" the girl protested, her own legs twisted in knots.... But, the teal haired girl staggered into the alleyway regardless...
"I'm already wet, dammit! I'm not going back in pissed-in pants!" the girl sharply snapped... Prompting a very dangerous sensation in Raki's body...
Psh..
A hint of warmth.. A moment's weakness... A short spray of warmth, that dampened her panties. Both hands found themselves gripping the front of her purple shorts tightly.
"A..Ahh." she whimpered, as her friend's voice suddenly laxed.
"Ohhhhnn..Ohhhhh Ffff...Fuck.."
And that tantalizing noise followed...
Psssshhhhh..sssshhhshhhhshhhhhhhssssssshhhhhshh...
Raki felt her whole body quiver at the sound of her friend's piddle spraying... Splashing.. Squirting all over the ground, and making a lake of desperation, peppered by telling moans and groans every few seconds....
"Ohhhh.. Ohhhh it's good... It's soooooooo good.." her friend's voice moaned out... Prompting another spray of wetness over Raki's fingertips.... As she clenched herself tighter, and squeezed her legs...
"P.please hurry..." she whimpered quietly, feeling herself losing the battle of inches... As the gushing of her friend brought about the absolute torture of needs clashing.....Forcing her to squeeze her eyes shut, and try to block out all of the noise......
A few minutes that felt like an eternity passing, before she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Alright, you're up!" her friend called, giving her a gentle push. Raki staggered into the alleyway, eyes glancing over the massive puddle her friend left, as she leaned against the wall of a building...
"Ohhh.. Ohh,...I..if anyone's coming.." she started to her friend, feeling another SPRAY of warmth that commanded her attention, a wide patch of wetness springing to life on her shorts, cutting her off more prominently than her friend ever could. Fingers grasped the side of the shorts, and the blue material underneath that couldn't contain her spills.... Pulling them to her knees as she stumbled a bit...
"Haaah...!" she started, her bare faucet now exposed to the world, as it started to turn full blast.....
PSSSSSSSSSSH..PSSSSSSSHHHHHH
Guuuuuuuushing all over the ground, and sending a massive wave of relief through the girl's body.... Prompting her to breath a sigh of relief, and enjoyment...
"O..Ohhhhnn... Ohhhhhh.. Ohhhh, so good..!" she moaned under her breath, feeling herself on cloud nine...
"Shit! Someone's coming!"
For at least a few moments...
Raki flinched at the voice, watching as her friend suddenly darted the other way.
"RUN!" Raki could hear as the girl trailed away.... Wondering who it was that could prompt such a vicious reaction...
"Hey, hey! What are you doing in that alley?"
Raki flinched.. It was the Decency Committee! A group of people at the college that were going around, getting students in trouble for any.. illicit activities that they may be performing. Such as tagging, underage drinking, sexual conduct....And Public urination.
"Shit.. Gotta stop...Gotta stop..!" she told herself, trying to clench off her flow, mid-stream... And faltering time after time. She had been going, full force for a few precious seconds.... But, getting it to stop..to slow...to even break stride was proving a herculean task......
Even as the steps became closer... and the girl felt her heart hammering in her chest. She was moments away from being discovered... Her own girlhood on full display, shamefully pissing on the ground, because she couldn't hold it long enough to get to a toilet....
She'd be in trouble. She'd be in a lot of trouble.... Unless....
"No other option.. I gotta.." she said to herself quietly, gripping the bell, and ringing it...
Once...
Twice...
Three times.... As she felt her body quiver.... Tense up.. and glow with a surge of energy, the choker shrinking to a small collar, her dark brown hair shifting to an orange tint....
Extra ears popping up atop her head, like a fox's... And a long tail popping out atop her shorts... Fluffy, and orange as her hair....
This was what she had discovered recently... A mysterious choker, that when rang in times of need...
"If I find out anyone's breaking the laws, you'll be punished by our principal accordingly.." the girl could hear clearly now, gauging their distance at a few meters at best. They'd be there in Seven paces... Maybe six....
Which, given the transformation, was plenty of time for the girl to clench off her flow.... And leap up... Leaving naught but the beginnings of her puddle, along with her friend's, for the person to find.....
Scampering about on all fours, Raki's legs kicked off the blue material, and purple shorts.... Leaping about the rooftops with nothing covering her own posterior and girlhood... Save for the convenient movements of her fluffy, orange tail.
This was her greatest secret.. Her Fox-Form.
While in it, she gained incredible agility, and leaping ability... Plus, the cute ears for hearing, and the fluffy, multi-purpose tail! She was still figuring out all of the things she could do with it, but as she finally felt the voices of her undesired audience fading away, the girl rested against the top of a building... lightly swaying her tail back and forth, as she stood.. Bare-bottomed, looking over parts of the town.
"Mmmm... Wonder if there's a reason I got these powers.." she mused quietly to herself, feeling the nagging of her own body return with the depletion of adrenaline, a nagging pressure insisting on her previous goal...
"Nnnn~ Well, there'll be time to find that out later..." she mused, leaping from the building, and creeping along behind several parked cars. "I gots to get back to my room to change.... And I still gots to pee.."
Some simple goals, for someone of her status. The warmth of the afternoon was slowly giving way to the night, not helped by the girl's lack of lower covering.. As she leapt from parked car, to parked car....
Careful to not be seen, but all the while grinning a cat-like smile as she passed by groups of people.... Constantly debating showing herself, just a bit to the assorted loner....
Brushing her tail along the legs of some girls, before ducking into cover.....
Using her sensitive hearing to listen in on some of the...various noises people would make, in seemingly private areas.
Raki could easily sneak into a toilet, working or not in her current state... But, it wouldn't satisfy her, doing something so... mundane. However, as she came upon the public park of town, devoid of other people, she had finally decided what she wanted...
"Mmm.. Wonder if.." she thought, moving about the trees for the biggest, oldest tree.. And sniffed it lightly...
There was the faintest of scents, easily undetectable by human noses, that showed this was a place that belonged to an animal she didn't recognize. A dog? A cat? A wolf? Either way....
"This'll be my tree now." she mused, kneeling down, resting her hands against the tree as her tail stretched out.... Exposing her cute, damp faucet once more, as she let out a soft mewl of enjoyment....
"Mmmmrrrrr~~ Aaaaaahhh.." Raki sounded, as the splashing, pittering of her pent-up piddle started to spread all over the base of the tree... Her own personal scent starting to seep into it.....Lightly pale yellow liquid surrounding the trunk as it was absorbed into the grass and dirt.... Making a lightly muddy puddle, as the girl emptied herself completely to mark her territory.
"Mmm.. Mmm~ Much better." she cooed softly, hearing the crunching of branches, as someone was approaching... No doubt signaled by her display. She could sense them...
Ten steps...Nine... EIght... Seven away...
She didn't know if they were the Decency Committee, or if they were someone else entirely... But, after holding so long and emptying, she didn't rightly care. She merely stayed in her squatted position, hands resting on the ground in a crouched stance, as she counted the steps....
Five... four... Three...Two...One!
She leapt in the direction of her would-be spotter, pinching the bottom of the person, and brushing her tail against their nose in a light tease....
She hadn't been caught yet, and she had no intentions of doing as such now!
A quick scamper through the streets, a few more close calls with various strangers, and a brazen sprint across Campus later....
Raki leapt up the side of the dorm building, let herself in through the dorm window, and curled up on her bed.... Wiggling her orange shirt off, and tossing it to the side of the room as her hands reach to her collar....
One..Two... Three more tugs, and she shifted back to her normal form.....
Her hair returning to the dark brown, and her extra ears and tail fading away.
It had been quite a rush... It had been quite exhilarating..
But, after she had her fun in that form, she was always incredibly tired... And had no energy to do anything else afterwards....
Not even.....
"Ahhh.... Shoot, not again.."
Consider the possibility that going through all of that energy would leave little strength to certain other muscles on her body.... And, with no cloth to contain it, her body had given the signal to send that need out to sea....
Without being in the proper Port. Again.
"Stupid...Fox form and it's..." she grumbled quietly, stripping the sheets off of her bed to be washed, as she went to grab her things for a shower. "Lack of....piddle foresight." |
I sit with my legs tightly crossed one another during what appears to be the longest class I’ve ever had to endure. I vibrate one of my legs against my desk to shake back any urge I have to release the waterfall I’m holding back. Drinking a gallon of water certainly sounds great until you are held hostage in a classroom.
I tap my pencil on my paper and glance around the room, looking for anything to distract myself. The inspirational poster on the wall of a overflowing waterfall that says “Always push forward” is no help and neither was the girl in front of me who insists on swirling her iced coffee around and around… sloshing like an open ocean… just flowing freely.. The same way my bladder would be.. NO! I can’t think about that right now. My eyes dart out the window and I stare at a single pine tree, focusing on the individual branches, the spine of the tree, and the small animals that scurry up and down the trunk.
I squeeze my legs together just a little more and take a deep breath in. I bring my focus back to the lecture and begin jotting down the notes my professor displayed on the projector. That’s when I noticed that my urges weren’t going undetected. The boy sitting across from me is staring at my shaking legs. I pretend I don’t see him, but he continues to stare. He has these big brown eyes that are just magnetic and pull my attention right at his gaze. I look right into them, and he looks right into mine. My bladder tightens up and he can tell. He smirks at me and turns away.
I blush wildly and look back up at the professor. That has to be the last interaction, no one just stares at a girl who is about to burst. But out of the corner of my eye, I see him look back up at me and grab a water bottle out of his bag. He places it down on his desk and knocks it over, spilling a few drops on the carpet. I wince at the splash and look back up to him. He smiles and mouths “Oops” to me. I roll my eyes and turn away.
My bladder really is getting pushed to its limits, so I slip my hand between my legs and push down. The boy, once again, looks back at me. I try really hard not to look back, but I notice that he does the same thing. He puts his hand between his thighs…
I can’t shake off the curiosity he leaves me with, I have to know what he’s doing. Slowly, I look down and see he is rubbing himself and staring between my legs. I shake with anticipation to run to the restroom after class but I can tell that isn’t what he wants. He bites his lower lip and continues to stroke his member.
I get hot and flustered at the sight. My cheeks turn bright red at the fact this handsome boy is touching himself to none other than me. He’s getting off on me having to pee this badly? I need to make him mine. I put my hand down by my knee to get his attention and move it up to my eyes.
“Do you want to watch?” I mouth while I stroke the inside of my thigh. His jaw drops and he nods wildly. I point two fingers to my eyes and then point them back up at the board in a teasing manner and whisper “You better pay attention.” He rolls his eyes and points his whole body back at the front of the classroom.
After class, he leans across the aisle onto my desk and whispers “How are you feeling right now?”
“Ready to burst.. Follow me” I shove my notebook into my bag and lead him out the door and down the stairs to the building’s basement.
The women’s bathroom is one of the most secluded and unknown rooms in school. It’s tucked into the far corner of the north center building. It may look like a peak into the Stanford prison experiment, but it’s my secret. I just happened to pass it while I got lost on my way to class, but every time I go down an revisit, it’s abandoned and empty, easily my go to spot for when I have a bursting bladder. I’ve had fantasies of bringing a boy down here to play with me, and I’m so very lucky to finally be given the opportunity.
We finally reach my secret hideout and he looks skeptical at the women’s sign, but I explain that no one is gonna find us.We both leave our bags outside the door. I take his hand and pull him into the little room, the only light coming from the little window near the ceiling.
I twirl my body so my back is against the wall, shaking with anticipation of releasing my gates. He puts his hand against my enlarged bladder and smiles, pecking my lips and pulling my waist against his. He kisses me softly, playing around with my tongue, biting down and sucking on my lips. He holds me closer and I feel my bladder throbbing against his leg.
“You better hold it, little lady.” He bites his bottom lip and cups his hand between my hips and applies pressure to my bladder. I squirm back and shake against the wall, crossing my legs over his hands.
“Hold it?” I gulp. No way can I hold it any longer, but he persists and pushes me farther from the toilet. I let out a small moan from the rush I feel. I tilt my head back and he kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, down between my breasts. With a breast in one hand and my pulsing bladder in the other, he sucks on my neck. I moan as he pushes his tongue between his lips. I’m in complete ecstasy as he traces my neck with his tongue, I let out moans and whimpers. He squeezes my breast with every whine I let out. He’s holding onto me and playing with my bladder.
I reach down and feel his bulge through his pants, grasping his cock and stroking the length of it. His eyes roll to the back of his head and the grip he has against me loosens. I slowly get onto my knees and unzip his pants. The moment I squat down, a small release of pressure goes through my bladder, like I’m about to drip just a little, so I tighten my thighs together and look back up at him. I rub up and down through his underwear and he takes a step back against the wall underneath the window. I tug down his briefs to his ankles and drag my tongue up from his balls to the tip of his penis. He lets out a shaky moan and places his hand on the back of my head. I rock back and forth on my knees while I suck on his throbbing cock. He presses up against the wall and lets out a low moan. He lets out a gasping “fuck” and “oh shit” as I taste every part of his cock. My hips begin to convulse so I grab myself and push down against my bladder.
“No cheating!” He grabs both my hands and holds them above my head in a lock. I squeeze my eyes shut and continue bobbing my head up and down. I squeeze everything in me to hold back the tension between my legs and persist pleasing him with my tongue. His cock lengthens in my mouth and I suck on it passionately. He pushes his hips back and forth down my throat, gagging me. I feel every vein against my tongue and suck on every inch, pushing it further and further down my throat. I crave his cock more than the sweet release of my bladder. Tears stream over the sides of my cheeks as pull up for seconds just to gasp for air. He pulls me up and down, allowing me only seconds to breathe before he lets me go back down again. I convulse in absolute agony, my flow strengthens and pushes even harder. I want to continue to please him, but I still have an overwhelming tension between my legs. No matter where I rock or shake, my bladder is about to blowout. There’s nothing to distract me at this point.
“Please, I have to go now!” I look up to him and beg. He pulls the back of my hair and wipes my cheeks.
“How close are you to wetting yourself?”
“Seconds away!” I whimper and bring my hands back down, grasping at my crotch and squirming my hips around.
“Then let me see your tsunami!” He takes a step back and smiles.
I push myself by my legs and get against the opposite wall of him. I urgently tear my leggings off and pull down my panties. I turn around and squat with my face pressed up against the wall. Within seconds my bladder is exploding with the force of a fire hose. as It gushes down and puddles all around my feet. He rubs himself as I expose my wild flood. I hear him moaning and shaking while my Niagra Falls continues to spill out at his feet.. Minutes go by before my bladder is finally empty and I’m sighing with relief.
I take a few deep breaths before I turn around and he is covered in cum. I giggle and sit down in my puddle of pee, realizing all of my clothes were soaked during the flood.
“Enjoy yourself?” I say with a little smirk. He falls back against the wall and takes a deep breath.
“You are amazing…” he lets out with a moan. I stand up and dry myself off with some toilet paper. I wring out my panties and leggings and head to the door.
“See you soon,” I blow him a kiss and grab my bag. Time to find my way back to my dorm without being noticed. |
Hey, guys! This is the second time I post a story here, as it goes with my stories - a translation from the original (Russian). Hope you enjoy reading it. Also would like to find out how to tag a post, didn't find any buttons or text boxes for it. Cheers
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In a dark corridor, barely lit by the moonlight sipping through the window, Leila woke up sitting on her knees. The window down the hallway was open allowing a smooth draft to enter the apartment and gently blow over young woman’s bare legs. She suddenly noticed that for some reason she was sitting in front of a white door holding its handle with both hands.
Having somewhat alarmingly looked around the place, Leila was relieved to understand that in fact this was her apartment; however her relief was gone when she abruptly felt a sharp discomfort in her lower abdomen. “Fuck, I need to pee! Did I fall asleep on my way to the bathroom?” – Leila asked herself and stood up, pulling the door, but the door refused to let her in.
“What a…” – she thought and tried to open it again, but the door didn’t budge. A cold wind blew from the moon window, smacking the frame against the wall and making Leila turn towards the noise and then she noticed that she couldn’t get her hands off the handle. She tried to release them second time but failed again. She didn’t feel any glue on her fingers, there obviously wasn’t any rope tying her either. “What the hell!” – the girl screamed, unable to get into the bathroom in her own flat, in spite of her considerable need to pee.
- Fuck… Anybody in there?! – she asked, knowing that there couldn’t possibly be anybody – she was alone in the apartment since her boyfriend left on a business trip yesterday.
That’s why she didn’t get any answer, apart from a chilly draft blowing over her slender body, kicking the frame once again. She felt cold, standing in the corridor in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, bare-footed. She heard a loud rustle of trees from below the window; the rain must be starting again.
Leila was now seriously worried. She couldn’t tear her hands off the handle and wanted to pee badly, and her nervousness didn’t help. She pretty much didn’t have a choice but to concentrate on her bladder and to realize that it was seriously full and has been that way for some time. The waves of pressure were becoming painful and she could almost groan from the sharpness of the urge.
- What the hell is happening? – she screamed desperately, pulling the handle and pushing with her legs in the opposite direction in an unsuccessful attempt to free herself from the magic bind.
She soon grew tired of the fruitless struggle, breathing heavily and leaning to the door with her forehead, clenching her legs together and then lifting herself on her toes. She wanted to free her hands and place them between her legs to help her exhausted muscles hold off the large liquid inside, but she couldn’t move her palms that seemed to be welded to the handle.
Leila, feeling ho tension spreads through her face muscles too, bent her legs as the wave of pressure made her feel hopeless for a second. She said to herself:
- Shit… Exactly when I need to pee… Why?!
She felt as if there was a balloon filled with water that was for some reason got stuck among her organs, and her body wanted it out as soon as possible. Leila was standing there, shuddering not only from the draft but also from the thought that she could fail to make it and make a puddle in the middle of her own apartment.
However bad she felt, she didn’t want to give up. Clenching her teeth and making her muscles endure, she tried to turn the handle to the right, then to the left, but it didn’t lead to anything. She tried pushing it and then hanging on it with the whole weight of her body, but nothing happened. Cursing, Leila felt more nervous and tense and noticed that it becomes increasingly hard to put up with her extremely full bladder. She felt muscles between her legs aching, the walls of her bladder were stretched to their natural capacity and caused sharp pain and dreadful spasms.
Leila’s anger turned into sadness and helplessness. Shivering from cold and an incredible need to pee, she moaned:
- What… Why… How am I?..
Leila heard the rain starting on the street, and it made her moan again, crossing her legs and bouncing, trying to ease the pain. Leila was mortified with the perspective of peeing herself, standing there in her underwear and T-shirt, while her svelte silhouette was barely lit with the moon that was almost completely covered with clouds.
Another ruthless surge took over her aching body, as she bent over and settled on her knees again, moaning from discomfort, harshly biting her lower lip. This was too much for her young body. The feeling of heaviness and sharpness in her bladder seemed insurmountable. She clenched with all her body, tragically observing that it didn’t help her one bit, that if she doesn’t find a way to free herself, something awful will happen for sure.
For a moment she was distracted from her problems with the sound of rainwater slowly dripping on the windowsill. “Just what I fucking need”, – Leila thought, having no choice but to listen to this irritating sound.
Her attention was brought back to her hurting body, when she was attacked by yet another surge and – unprepared for the new level of colossal pressure – fearfully she felt a couple of hot droplets of pee leaking into her underwear. Struggling, she almost lost control completely, her muscles taut as ever, but in the end didn’t allow it to become a catastrophe. She was shaking from cold and fright. Leila suddenly understood that her bladder’s torture will make her embarrass herself, if she stays bound to the handle.
- God… What shall I do? – Leila whined, almost crying over her misery, sitting on her knees in front of the closed door, feeling excruciating soreness in her lower abdomen, feeling her pee cooling off in her damp panties.
Leila – a beautiful girl with long dark hair – who was used to dealing with problems at work and university - felt completely powerless at the face of the torture endowed upon her by her throbbing bladder. Cool wind was gently playing with her hair, it didn’t care about her problems one bit. Her teary grey eyes were glittering in darkness, reflecting shards of the pale moon light, that almost matched the color of her white skin.
Although Leila was barely fighting off relentless pressure, she did find one consolation, almost losing her mind to this agony: at least nobody could see this humiliating torture. She knew that a lot of bitches from work would like to see her at this state. Many of them were just envious that Leila had a very peculiar oriental features and a quite a hot body, which made her numerous male colleagues treat her in a special way. Oh yes, all bitches form work would enjoy watching Leila twisting and turning at the door, moaning loudly, because of her heavy over-filled bladder that felt so hard as if it was made of stone.
Leila, broken with tremendous pressure yet again, couldn’t hold another spurt that spilled twice as much pee. She did manage to stop it again with such a strain that made her wonder if the pain was worth it. Her pretty face – now a grimace of torment – leaned to the door that has become warm from her body. Leila said timidly to the darkness:
- No, no, please, no…
The night skies were struck with a roaring thunderclap that shattered the loneliness of her voice. Leila almost could feel the walls shaking from the terrifying force of nature. “Maybe, maybe I… It’s my place, nobody will know…” – a thought appeared in Leila’s head at the exact moment when her thin panties began absorb her pee for the third time, and she couldn’t do anything about it.
And she didn’t want to do anything about it: tired of the agony, she let it go on purpose, shyly looking out the window at dark nothingness. It was raining cats and dogs. Leila was sitting on her knees and - having allowed a few short spurts to spray over her thighs - relaxed completely. Shivering she started pissing herself with a loud hissing noise audible through the rain.
Her cold legs were shocked with hot urine that was streaming freely form her pee-hole all over the floor. She was looking out the window, trying not to concentrate on the disgusting sensation of wetness, but the smell was inescapable. Her panties – totally soaked now – were no obstacle to the fountain streaming between her lovely legs. Leila, feeling serene and humiliated at the same time, timidly unclenched her legs, making the powerful stream hit the floor and splatter the door.
Pressing her cheek against the door, she felt her heart racing from pleasure and residual pain. In Leila’s imagination, not even the rain outside could hold a candle to the wild stream that drenched the young woman’s legs and made a huge puddle, where she saw the reflection of the moon, spying on her from behind the clouds. The rainwater from the windowsill stopped dripping. The rain began to slow down.
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The gentle morning sun was shining through the crack between the curtains, lighting a huge puddle on the sheet, on which Leila was still sleeping, blissfully unaware of what really happened to her at night. |
This story is not mine!!!! I commissioned this from a DeviantArt user to satisfy a need for a Dva diaper story. All credit goes to him! Check him out, he does art and stories! https://www.deviantart.com/dl-secret
Shooting Stars… it was more than just a phrase. To everyone in Korea it was the show everyone tuned in to watch. And there you would see Hana Song, honored for her bravery against the Omnics. DVa was her heroic name, but Hana didn’t care about that. All she cared about was working to protect her city.
In the mechanic room a bright suit made of blue and pink stood out. DVa wore her suit with pride as she worked on her mech. She had been working so much, she rarely had time to herself. She and her squad were one of the only walls between the Omnics who wished for total destruction, and the peaceful citizens.
Hana screwed in a few more bolts on her newly fixed up mech, as she stood back to marvel at her work. She bent down and placed the tool on the cart next to her, and a strange crinkle sound came from her suit. Hana smiled softly, lightly brushing up against her own backside. Hana didn’t have enough time for herself, which included the bathroom. She had been wearing diapers for months now, just going in them when in the heat of battle. Dae-hyun wasn’t impressed with her decision, and neither was the rest of the squad. But it was better than going in her pants, at least she’d be prepared.
She started to notice her control of her body wavering slightly, but she did it to protect her homeland. Not only that but Hana knew she could look adorable even in a completely soaked diaper. Speaking of that, she was completely drenched right now. Hana let out a soft sigh as she prodded her soaked diaper through her suit. She had just got back from a rather intense mission. She closed her eyes as she recalled what had happened only hours ago.
Her comrades were in a bit of pinch so Hana had come in to help. They were surrounded by multiple Omnic threats, but Hana wasn’t easily intimidated. She swooped in with her Defense Matrix up and blocked the incoming fire to join her squad.
“Thanks for that” One of her fellow pilots spoke through the com-link they had open.
“I thought you guys could take care of this on your own?” Hana quipped, with the self confidence she was known for.
“Yeah yeah, get your fluffy tail in there and help draw the fire from those guys” He replied back, giving her the run down.
DVa didn’t have to be told twice, putting her mech into gear and diving in. She shotgun blasted some of the offensive forces, causing them to back off and regroup. Using a barrage of her missiles she destroyed some separated stragglers. Before DVa could celebrate she got hit from behind. Her vehicle shook violently as she noticed mechanical limbs wrap itself around her mech. The crash was so sudden that Hana almost peed herself there and then. Hana grunted and groaned as she hadn’t had the time to use the bathroom in hours. All that soda had gone right through her.
As the surprise Omnic wrapped itself around her mech it started to squeeze tightly. Hana could feel her body being pushed against the back of her own mech. Her thruster button was jammed and she couldn’t break free. The mech struggled to break free up instead it ended up leaving very little air for Hana. She gasped, starting to feel light headed. Her knees trembled as felt a small amount of urine flow into her diaper.
Luckily it wasn’t a ton or it would be glaringly noticeable when her wet diaper expanded. Suddenly Hana felt the Omnic loosen its grip on her mech. She snapped back to reality as the com-link spoke to her.
“Those missiles were a direct hit, get out of there Hana!” One of her female companions called to her.
Hana followed up effortlessly, using her thrusters to break free and then spinning around for the kill shot. She lit the mechanical terror up, causing it to burst into flames. Her comrades swooped in and finished the creature off.
“Hey, what happened to all that spunk you just had?” Her friend teased.
“Oh please, accidents happen. Even to the best” Hana reached back and gently touched her backside.
With a soft plop she pressed up against her seat, causing the wet diaper to squish against her. It would be better when she fully peed herself. After that the team returned to base, much of them retired to their rooms. The skirmish had been waged all through the night, it was natural some would be tired. Not Hana though, she was still dying for a leak.
Hana wiped some grease off her face as she figured it was time for a break. More like a bathroom break. Hana finally let go what she had been holding in, her diaper turned warm as she was brought back to the present. The warm flow of urine continued for awhile, causing her diaper to create an embarrassing bulge towards the bottom. Her suit stretched oh so slightly, making it obvious more than ever now that her diaper was soaked. Hana relished in the feeling, finally feeling the relief she longed for. The warm enveloping her crouch she wished would never go away. But that would have to wait, she had worked through dinner.
After sitting down to dinner she decided to debrief what happened into her camera for documentation, like she had always done with her missions. She would always sneak in stuff about her diapers but then edit it out in the final version. She was sure the others had caught her talking about diapers to her camera before, but she didn’t care. They were her friends and colleagues so she knew they’d never tell. Who would even believe them? “And this is a very soggy Hana Song, signing off for the day. Remember to always take precautions, accidents can happen to anyone” Giggling to herself she stopped recording, finishing her session. She cracked open a can of soda with her own likeness on it. Looking at herself on the can she couldn’t help up laugh.
“Wait, this isn’t right. There should be a big diaper riiiight… there heh heh” Hana pointed at her backside on the can.
Once she was finished with doing that she figured it would be a good time to just relax with the rest of her time. As DVa sat on her bed she rummaged for her headset, planning on getting her game on. As she rooted around for it she felt a twinge of something. DVa felt herself pee a bit more into her already soaked diaper. She looked down and noticed her diaper puffing out from under her outfit now. The bulge was so embarrassing… but it felt so right. Now she could be perverted, and no one could stop her.
DVa couldn’t stop herself from groping herself through her suit, squishing the now bloated diaper with her hand. Hana massaged her breast in her other hand, not getting much stimulation through it. Wanting to get closer to her body she reached to undo the zipper around her suit. Much to her surprise, the zipper didn’t budge.
“W- What? This has to be a joke… right?” Hana thought aloud.
Hana hadn’t gone for days, and she had been feeling the urge to poop. She felt an energy flowing in her suit, her trying to undo it must have triggered something. Suddenly Hana didn’t feel too good. She stumbled to her feet, catching herself on her drawer.
“W- What is this?” Hana managed to mumble.
She realized that the Omnic must have done something to her suit when it latched onto her, not only that but her body. DVa stood where she was, entranced by the call of nature.
“W- What if I let this happen? H... How would it feel in my diaper?” She stated, feeling ready to burst at this point.
The delay she took was enough and she felt something give. She leaned on the dresser as her poor body gave out on her. A loud fart sound emanated from her backside, followed by a large mass exiting. The large mess piled out of her and plopped into the back of her diaper. Hana gasped, feeling yet another wave through her body.
“Haaaaggghhh nggg” She tried to stop the next wave, grasping at the back of her suit to no avail.
Another wave of mess loudly piled onto the first one, making her gasp yet again. She threw her head backwards, her knees turning to jelly at this point. Using the dresser to support herself she sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
“I think that’s all of it” She stated, feeling empty at this point.
The large mess she could feel barely touching her rear from inside her diaper. A slight thought crept into her mind, if this suit could do this to her diaper… what else could it do? She felt the energy trail up through her suit yet again, Hana at its mercy.
“Linking to other mechs in squad, drawing from waste compartments” The suit spoke up to her.
Hana’s eyes grew wide as she realized what that meant.
“N- Now hold on w- we don’t have to-” She tried to reason with it.
It was far too late as she felt a compartment on the back of her suit open up. Without much hesitation the back of her diaper exploded with filth. Hana gasped the loudest she had during this experience as it happened. Wave after wave the suit pushed more poop into the back of her diaper, pushing it to it’s absolute limit. Her suit expanded and stretched, trying to keep up with the diaper. Her diaper was very heavy duty, she wasn’t worried about leaks.
It sagged down past her knees and stretched out the logos on the side of her suit. Her dignified sponsors now became distorted images, crippled from her filthy diaper. Hana moaned louder and louder as the urine and poop made it’s way up to the front of her diaper. With no room in the back it started to piled up into a large mound. Speechless, Hana could only bark out her pleasure.
“Jjeonda!” She shouted, feeling the diaper press against her lower body.
As the mess slowly came to a halt, drool slinked down the corners of her lips. Her expression was pressed into one of lust and sexual pleasure. Without waiting a second long, she fell onto the enormous load. The filth pressed up into her quickly as she squished it into the floor. It felt like she was sitting on a smelly warm bag, and she loved it. Getting onto her knees she felt her wave of pleasure bring her to cum. She came violently into her diaper, adding to the mess inside already.
Exhausted she stood back up and examined herself. The suit and diaper had contained all of it, and now the massive diaper swung to around her knees. Hana sat back down on her bed as she contemplated her life. Was this the Omnic virus’ doing? Or did Hana really grow to enjoy diapers this much? At this point she couldn’t even tell, though she was glad her zipper didn’t work after all.
She’d have to find a way to fix this later on, but for now she just wanted to be alone. Reaching down she picked up her lost headset and put it on.
Game on
I hope this story inspires more Overwatch stories! (hopefully with DVA) I also hope to commission a 2nd part at some point so more to come! |
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