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I comissoned a part 2! Enjoy!
DVa Floods
Exclusivity, limited addition, these words kept DVa alert. Hana’s hardcore gaming heart wouldn’t allow an opportunity like this to slip by. There was a recent event in one of the games she played frequently, Heroes of the Storm. In this exclusive event, rare skins were being thrown out. Hana knew this would be the time to stream 24/7. No meals, no bathroom breaks, no sleep… only continued gameplay.
“Alright everyone welcome to the 24 hour stream, who’s ready to game on? I’m gonna get every single rare skin I can, just watch” Hana boasted into the recording camera.
She knew the RNG drops on these raids were super stingy, but Hana was prepared. Around her room there were tons of jugs of water along with soda cans thrown in the mix. Sitting down on her seat there was a soft crinkle sound. Ever since the Omnic virus infected her suit she’d been wanting to try this. She got the most absorbent diaper she could get her hands on, and she was prepared on using it. Even then, just to make sure she was protected she doubled up the diaper making it so she was wearing two at the same time.
Hana was in her casual attire this time, only wearing a tank top with her logo on it and some hot pink shorts. The shorts barely covered her thick diaper as it was, however the camera didn’t go below her waist. They were older shorts she got in the wrong size, so bulky they worked perfectly. Good thing too, because once this thing gets soaked nothing will be hidden anymore.
Taking a large gulp from her water she sighed and booted up the game. Within hours of gameplay she managed to snag a few rare drops.
“Aw yeah, got a legendary spray. No one can stop this hyper train!” Hana shouted cheerfully.
The stream chat urged her on as she continued to ravage the digital landscape. At this point Hana had already wet her diaper, and the warmth had disappeared. A few more hours in she cracked up a can of soda. Feeling a bit full she relaxed and peed herself once more. The warm urine poured into her diaper, making it expand and stretch under her shorts. She could feel the material being restrained by her shorts, begging to be freed but she knew she had to wait.
During the last hour of the stream she had a big surprise. There were only a few codes given to some viewers, and they’d be invited to a private stream during the last hour. The people who choose to accept knew what they were getting, and she was getting excited herself. Ever since the virus Hana wanted to feel that way again, to get that mind blowing orgasm like she had before. Hana pushed all those thoughts into the back of her head, as for now she had to focus on the game.
She had to do this for her fans. More hours passed as she snagged the last kill from someone else.
“Aw you snooze you lose, should have been quicker heheh” Hana giggled, enjoying the virtual loot she obtained.
She quickly got into another lobby and waited for a match to be found. Yawning she stretched her limbs out, leaning back on her couch. Hana quickly remembered her thick shorts could be seen at this angle as she readjusted, getting them out of frame yet again. Checking on the chat she noticed some people commenting on it.
“Oh my, GameSlayer606 are you commenting on what I have under my shorts?” Hana responded to the chat.
“Didn’t your momma teach you it’s rude to ask that?” Hana smiled, knowing even if he was right no one would believe him.
The chat came to Hana’s defense, some missing what happened entirely.
“Let’s get back to gaming boys, save the drama for the tabloids” She stated, hopping back into the game.
Later on in the day it started to get hotter outside, instead of cranking on the AC Hana had to continue the stream. Dedicated to her cause she endured the heat, choosing to chug down water instead. Placing the water down she wiped her forehead, feeling the sweat coming off of it. Her whole body was sweating, even down into where her double diapers were. It’s a good thing the stream didn’t have smell, because Hana wasn’t smelling the best currently.
Speaking of smell, she leaned forward slightly and stared at the screen. Relaxing her body she felt a little bit of mess plop into the back of her diaper. She caressed the back of her shorts slightly, noticing it wasn’t too large. It would make sense, she hadn’t eaten anything all day. Sitting back down she squashed the load, her moan barely audible. Oh god, this was amazing. All these viewers had no idea the perverted things she was doing.
She pulled on her shorts with the smell of her now messy diapers hitting the air. Still playing the game Hana could indulge in the smell herself, the powder puffing up from her waist trying it’s best to keep the smell down. Hana felt so alive, and turned on. Relaxing she felt another gush of wetness rush into her diaper. As her diaper expanded she felt some urine leak into the second layer. Hana tried to focus on the game, but her hands shook and she could feel her nipples becoming erect under her shirt. A crimson blush formed on her face, choosing to focus more on her warm diaper than the game. After the first wave stopped another started. The diaper was so wet and warm now, Hana couldn’t help but give out a lewd moan into her mic. Eventually she was all done, sighing in relief as she finished. Bouncing up and down on her seat excitedly the mess pressed into her rear repeatedly. She was actually coming very close to cuming right there but a sound on her scene told her otherwise.
Hana quickly realized she had died to the enemy and her team had failed the raid. It snapped her back to reality rather fiercely.
“S- Sorry about that you guys, the heat is really getting to me” Hana tried to explain to the stream.
“You can’t win them all, am I right?” She smiled, trying to steady the shaking of her body.
She noticed some people in the chat being suspicious and others were trying to get screenshots of Hana for proof. Slowly drinking from her soda she sighed, ready to attempt the raid a second time. As the hours passed it started to become darker, she couldn’t use the heat as an excuse if she screwed up again. The stream was winding down to an end, but DVa had managed to grab quite a lot of rare loot.
“Hey, I’ve got a duplicate of some rare gear. I’ll give it to one of my fans who got the code” Hana winked at the livestream. Blocking part of the livestream she sent one of her lucky fans her duplicates.
As she sent them over she figured she’d attach a message.
“Congrats on being chosen, remember to always stay protected. Hope to see you at the private stream later on ” She typed onto her computer.
Snickering at her joke she sent the loot over, he’ll get the protection part soon enough. As her side of the camera was offline she took the time to check on her diapers. Pulling on the waistband of her shorts she caught a glimpse of how swollen her diapers were. They were so thick Hana could barely even close her legs, she had to sit with them spread open.
She gently caressed her diaper, moaning only very softly. It was then that she realized she had wanted this all along. It wasn’t the virus that caused this, Hana genuinely loved diapers. And maybe… the virus just gave her what she secretly wanted. To pack her diapers, and fill them to the breaking point.
Hana quickly got back in position and turned her face cam on. At this point it was super late at night, Hana had gone through almost all of her water. She checked the clock on the livestream, and her heart started to beat loudly. It was almost time for the private livestream.
“Thank you guys so much for watching! Stay safe out there, this is DVa signing off!” She waved at her online fans.
“If you got a code then you know what to do hehee” Hana giggled, switching the camera off.
The rest of the stream went dead and she quickly stood up. Undoing her shorts she slowly slide them off, freeing her absolutely soaked diapers. Her diapers bounced along, sagging obviously past the normal capacity. All of her thoughts rushed into her head and she groped her diapers, feeling her sexual energy rise up. Typing into her computer she set up the private livestream. As she waited for people to join she took off her tank top, leaving her in just a bra and diaper. Grabbing her favorite vibrator she turned her personal body cam on.
“Are you boys ready for DVa after dark?” She sat down, her diapers making a very loud sound this time.
She started to grope her swollen diapers, the thick mass too much for her to hold back at this point.
“I’m so wet and horny, don’t tell anyone ok?” Hana whispered to the livestream.
As she pressed down onto her diaper a small puff of powder came up from the waistband. She took her toy and started to rub it against the front of her swollen diapers. She teased herself by gently gliding across her urine soaked diapers, savoring the naughty feeling. She had done this all herself, she would have to say goodbye to panties unless she wanted to make a mess everywhere she went. She took off her shirt and exposed her bare breasts, showing off her erect nipples now. Getting really into it she sat on top of her toy as it pushed into her privates. She started to grind into it, speeding up as she did.
“Oh! Oooh it’s coming! Mhhhm! I’m getting so close!” She moaned, throwing her head back.
Sitting and thrusting it into her diapers made something clicked. The amount of swollen material pressed up into her vagina was too much. A torrent of piss escaped her body as her poor bladder gave out. It soaked the mess she had sat on earlier as it became even squishier. The back of the mess and material pushed into the second diaper, both layers were soaked to the max. Her diapers sprung a leak and spilled over the vibrator as she howled and came into her diaper. Panting heavily Hana didn’t try to stand up this time, deciding to lay down onto her stomach. Her diapered rear point into the air as she smiled at the livestream.
“T- Thanks for stopping by to check out my little secret. Hope it was worth the price~” She winked, not bothering to check the comments.
Reaching over she turned off the life stream, for good this time. She wasn’t sure what was to come after this, as she rolled onto her back. Looking up at the ceiling she found herself letting out a quiet yawn. She felt like taking a long nap.
She figured she deserved it after all her hard work. Without thinking much more about it she cuddled up on her couch and drifted off to sleep. Only warm feelings around her. |
Like young loves, we hold hands and swing them between us. He insists on walking me home after a long night of bar hopping and dancing the night away. My body sways from side to side, not only because I’m a tad tipsy, but because of the volume I drank. Keeping up with him is difficult enough but now I have an aching bladder. By the end of all of our dates, I am always holding back from the bathroom, not wanting to miss a moment with him. I thought I’d be able to hold it in tonight, but it’s late and we’re really pushing me to my limits.
We walk up the steps of my apartment building and I peck him on the lips goodnight. My ears still drumming from the bass of the nightclub, I turn quickly to get upstairs and pee, but I drunkenly giggle as he pulls me in closer and kisses me harder. I stumble and fall against his chest. He holds me with his long arms and large hands like a delicate baby bird.
“Can I come up?” he whispers to my ear in a hot intoxicated breath. I pull his chin down and look into his big brown eyes. He bites his lip in the way that he knows gets my heart racing. I nodd, reluctant of what my bladder holds in store, already wiggling with urgency to go release the grand falls. But I lead him up to my apartment. He holds my hips between his large hands and pulls my ass against his waist in the elevator. He kisses the back of my neck and nibbles on my ear. I moan and sigh with each loving touch, I crave his affection more than ever. But I keep my hands down between my thighs, clutching my bladder.
When he reach my floor, I grab his hand and walk to my door, quickly unlocking it and pulling him into the darkness. My hands fumble for a light switch but he is so urgent to feel my body, I lose focus and melt back into his touch.. We wander around my apartment to the kitchen, where he pours another glass of wine for us. I smile and take sip by sip, he kisses my neck with his glass in one hand. I feel myself moisten as his lips trail down my neck… down my body.. to between my hips. Placing our wine glasses down, I giggle and pull his head back up to my lips.
“Daddy’s hungry?” I press my lips against his and push my chest up towards his body.
“Very.” he responds with a smirk across his face. In one grand swoop, he picks me up and cradles me to my bedroom door, tossing me onto my bed. I suddenly remember how loose my bladder is, and I wince when my body flops against the bed. I tighten my thighs together and look up to him.
He stands above me like a predator, choosing whether or not to feast on his prey. He looks at me with such desire. I melt as we lock eyes, and he falls on top of me, pinning my hands above my head while rubbing the rest of my body. I moan and whimper as he grabs my body with such power, I can’t help but loosen my legs. He can never know how much I’m holding back, and I really don’t want to interrupt his passion with a tinkle break, so I let him continue.
His hands move up and down my body, and he reaches my bladder, and he feels it tighten. He smirks and squeezes me. I can’t help but whimper as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Princess is holding? For me?” he says, rubbing his hand against my waist. I nod urgently, knowing that my secret has been let out. He knows exactly how to play with me. He grabs the inside of my thigh and flips me over, smacking my ass. I giggle and whimper in response to his dominant actions.
“Take it easy on me daddy?” My voice comes out muffled against my bed.
“Daddy does as daddy wishes, princess.” He tightens his hands over my wrists and kisses the back of my neck. My whole body tingles, and my hips squirm, tightening the muscles around my bladder. All the liquids I had that night are suddenly flooding into me and I pray to god there won’t be an accident.
He tugs my panties down to my knees and reaches his hands underneath my dress. Dragging each finger up and down my thigh, teasing me. My body convulses as I hold back any urge to let my floods out and the urge to grab him while he fucks me purple. There is no hiding anything, he knows my movements all too well. I can push my hips down into the bed, but he knows that means I have to go badly. I could try and wiggle my wrists free, but he knows that shows just how incredibly horny I am. I hold still, and turn my head to the side as he plays with me.
He traces the lines of my labias and rubs up and down my slit. He feels my clit and draws circle around it with his thumb. I pinch my eyes closed and wiggle my waist up against him. I moan and almost instantaneously, he stops playing with me.
“Nuh uh, little girl. You sit still while I play with you,” he growls at me and thrusts two fingers inside me. I let out a soft gasp and tighten my thighs around his arm. My legs quiver as I loosen them around his arm. My whole body shakes as he holds onto me and I can’t help but let out a desperate moan.
“Oh daddy, please let me go super duper quick!” I beg of him. He shakes his head and tightens his grip on my hips.
“Nuh uh, girly, I think you can hold it longer. Don’t you think?” He wrestles my body back and pushes me up to my knees. I lay still for a moment, listening to the rattling of his belt, loosen from his waist and slide through the loops of his pants. He pulls my head up by my hair and wraps the belt around my neck, pulling tightly. He then allows me to bend back over and get on my hands and knees. He pushes down his pants and strokes his cock from behind me. Tapping it on my ass and running it up and down my soaking pussy, then surprises me with a thrust inside. I let out a loud moan but he tightens the belt once more around my neck as a signal to be a quiet little pet.
He starts at a slow pace, move his hips back and forth, but then begins pushing harder and harder into me. He slaps my ass and thrusts deeper and deeper, pressing repeatedly onto my bursting bladder. I whimper as it gets harder and harder to hold in my pee. As he starts going faster, I find myself leaking a little onto his cock. He feels my warm piss drip and thrusts into me even more, spreading my legs with his hands. After pushing himself into me as much as possible he pulls out his cock and my bladder bursts all over him.
I turn over and spread my legs wide open as I soak my sheets up with my warm urine. It feels like I’m peeing gallons upon gallons, but he strokes his member at the sight of how much I was keeping inside of me. I let out a louder moan when it reaches to the end, and I’m breathing heavily from the relief of having held all of that liquid inside me.
Right as I’m coming to a stop, he shoots cum across my stomach. He bends over on top of me, climaxing and shaking, still humping the air. I grab his cock and rub it for him, placing it between my pussy lips and rubbing my clit against it. I giggle as he tightens the belt around my neck one last time.
“Good job, baby girl,” he firms his grip on the belt “Don’t forget you’re mine.” He leans down and kisses my forehead and unloops the belt, kissing the new bruise across my neck. He does a final rub over my clit and I shake, still sensitive from my explosion.
He takes the sheets off my bed and replaces them with new ones. After kissing me goodnight, he wraps his arms around me, and we both fall asleep, me with an empty bladder, and him with a satisfied cock. |
Hello everyone, i'm new and i felt like i needed to add something here, just to not be a lurker XD this is a story that took a lot of time for me to make, it cotains a bunch of stuff, tickling, desperation...i think furry (if you consider khajiits furry XD ) anyway...i hope you like it ?
This story features Ja'Lana Dunestrider, my Khajiit rogue, being hired by a distraught dunmer to save a young rich girl from some bandits.
WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING:
-Sexual tickling
-Desperation and omorashi
-strong lenguage
Ja'Lana and the kidnappers (Skyrim)
FF/f F/f
Ja'Lana was resting at the Silver-Blood inn after a harsh day, not only the Orc who hired her to explore a tomb didn't pay her, he also ran away with her share of the treasure.
So there she was, sitting in a corner, sipping cheap mead which was probably more rainwater than honey, mumbling in anger and planning to kill every orc she would meet from that day on.
Suddenly, a young woman's voice snapped her back to reality "Excuse me" said a young Dunmer woman "Are you Ja'Lana Dunestrider?" Ja'Lana lazily looked at her "Maybe this one is, maybe this one isn't. What sort of help would a dunmer want from her anyways?" then tried to get up from the chair "No, PLEASE!" the dark elf grabbed her by the arm "at least hear me out!".
Ja'Lana sighed then sat down, motioning the elf to do the same "oh thank you thank you tha.." the Khajiit put a finger on her mouth "enough of this, what do you want?" the Dunmer frowned "I...my name is Gabriella, I'm the caretaker for a breton family visiting Skyrim in order to buy some farms and expand their business." she took the bottle Ja'Lana was drinking ad chugged some mead "I was to entertain and protect my employer's only daughter but..." she frowned even more and some tears started flowing down her cheeks "this morning when i went to her room to bring her breakfast, she wasn't..." the elf started sobbing "she has been KIDNAPPED!" the sobbing turned into crying as she handed Ja'Lana a note.
"Bring a hundred thousand gold septims to Frostmere Crypt if you want to see the brat alive and well. You have ten days, don't try anything funny" Ja'Lana read the note under her breath then turned to Gabriella "This one is sorry for you but still doesn't understand what do you want from her. Maybe the guards..." "NO!" Gabriella slammed her hands on the table "i CAN'T risk her safety in any way! And...i...may have kept this a secret from her family" Ja'Lana's jaw dropped "Don't stare at me like that! If her father finds out I'm DEAD! He...he might even think I'm the one who planned this! He really hates elves and...non-human races...the only reason I'm still alive and working for them is because poor little Babette pleaded him to keep me as a caretaker. I owe everything to that poor soul...i have to save her, i NEED your help!".
Ja'Lana thought about it for a moment, then looked back at the note, then at Gabriella and sighed "Fine. But this one will require a handsome reward, this is most unconventional for her. She will depart first thing in the morn..." Gabriella grabbed her hand "NO! We need to go NOW! It takes three days to get to those ruins and..." "Hold on elf, WE aren't going anywhere, this one will take care of it herself" Gabriella started weeping "please...i need to come with you, i can't bear the wait...how will i know you were successful? What if you need help? I promise i won't get in your way just...let me come with you" "But..the thing is..oh by the eight, FINE, but this one will not be responsible for any harm that comes onto you or the kid. And the reward must be at minimum HALF of the ransom the bandits demanded." the dunmer stared at her in utter despair "Y...yes. You will be rewarded for your effort, don't doubt on that for a second." then waited for Ja'Lana to go gather her gear and whispered "you will get exactly what you deserve".
It took four days for them to reach the ruins as the weather was terrible but once there, Ja'Lana was surprised to see no guards at the entrance, no archers, no scouts, nothing. For a group that asked that high a reward they were awfully disorganized. Silently, they made their way to the front door and Ja'Lana peeked inside "Nobody here, good. Strange...but good." she started to sneak inside but Gabriella stopped her "Wait! The floor is solid rock they will hear you a mile away if we go in with these on" she said pointing at their boots "We should leave them hidden near the entrance, we will pick them up later." Ja'Lana didn't like the idea but the elf was right, that was probably the reason there was nobody outside, the hallways in these barrows are so silent you could hear a nail hit the floor from the other end of the ruins. So, both barefoot, they entered the ruins and made their way onward, after the first corridor, they spotted the first group of guards “Do you think they will actually pay? I mean, the kid looks no richer than me or you” said a woman “I don't give a damn, if they don't pay up the runt is going to see how deep is the well she is dangling from, if she is lucky there will be some water at the bottom” their discussion was cut short by an arrow that pierced both their heads “you wait here and hide those bodies, this one will save the kid” whispered Ja'Lana while sneaking into the next room.
She quietly took care of all the bandits, until, finally, she reached the main room.
There she saw the girl, she must have been twelve or thirteen at best, tied up and left hanging over a chasm in the middle of the room. The hole seemed the result of a structural failure, maybe there was a cavern under the ruins, the only important thing was the girl...and the armored hulking nord woman standing guard near the edge of the chasm.
Ja'Lana was about to start sneaking around her to hit the bandit with an arrow in the face, when she heard a skittering noise coming from high up. Gabriella managed to find another route and reached what seemed to be a overhanging room where the rope holding Babette was secured. Unfortunately, the bandit noticed her as well, there was no more time to think.
Quickly, Ja'Lana jumped out of her cover and shot an arrow to the side of the woman's helmet, making her stagger for a second, then dropped the bow and started clawing at the straps holding the armor together.
The bandit recovered quickly and immediately retaliated by grabbing Ja'Lana by the tail and pulling her away “you CUNT!” hissed the Khajiit swiping at the last strap on the woman's armor, causing it to fall of leaving the bandit bare breasted “fucking cat! I'll kill you for that!” they started wrestling but were on roughly equal footing until, of course, the bandit decided to play dirty. She jabbed a finger under Ja'Lana's arm, causing her to chuckle and back off, that's when she felt something sharp catching her leather armor and tearing away some of the straps. Luckily the armor was still on her but felt loose, another one of those tricks and she too would remain half naked. The woman noticed her further distraction and pulled out a throwing axe “you want the kid, you orange puss?” she threw the axe at the rope holding Babette “go get her!”.
Ja'Lana's eyes widened as she jumped forward in an attempt to catch the now falling kid, managing to slide across the room, grab onto the end of the shredded rope just as it was disappearing down the hole and pushing the back of her feet against a raised stone near the edge just in time to stop the fall.
She looked down, the hole was deep and she could see some sort of gnarly tree growing here and there on the sides of the chasm. She was relieved to see the kid was still there, just a few meters down “You ok down there?” she yelled “Y...yes” muttered Babette “i think I can free my arms I...i can try to climb up and...” her voice was interrupted by some heavy steps “By the eight, you actually DID catch her, good kitty” the bandit woman scratched her ear mockingly “Just you wait, as soon as this one pulls her up...” she bit her lip as the woman scratched her again, this time sneaking her fingers under her broken armor and reaching for a side “wait for what?” she asked feigning ignorance “Is the fluffy kitty angry?” she scratched her sides once more, this time Ja'Lana shivered “is this thing bothering you?” asked the bandit tugging at her loose armor “Here, let me see if I can help” she continued, pulling out a knife and cutting the few straps Ja'Lana had left, leaving with only her leather pants on.
“My my, you are in quite the pickle...all tense and stretched out...good thing the kid isn't that heavy” she caressed her back, then she turned to a rapidly approaching Gabriella “you better stay where you are or else I'll stab this cat and then I'll stab you!” “you stupid cu...” Ja'Lana tried to hiss at her but she bit her lip again once she felt her fingers on the pads of her right foot “Say, kitty, this looks awfully uncomfortable, you sure you can keep your grip on that rock like that?” “Ah! This one can keep this up for HOURS! You can just...leave. Yes, go ah...away, your plan has failed, you won't be paid either wayhihi!” she tried to keep a serious face but couldn't as the woman kept lightly stroking her pads the whole time “Leave? Why would I do that?” she asked “it's true, my plan has failed but, since I won't get the gold anyway, I might as well have...a bit...” she reached for the other foot “...of...” she started lightly scratching below Ja'Lana's toes “...FUN” she went on a full assault rapidly scratching the soft spots on her soles.
Ja'Lana's feet started to tremble as a forced grin made its way on her lips, she tried to bite her lips harder, she had to fight it “Y..you can tease her all you want, this one will nohot give ihihin” she said defiantly as tears started appearing on her face “this one is...mmmhmhmff....” the woman was now alternating between the pads on her soles and the ones on her toes “...this one is....meheheh” Ja'Lana tried her best not to laugh, she didn't want to give her the satisfaction but the scratching was maddening and, with each stroke, she could feel her toes slip away ever so slightly “...This...one...skrrpffh” the bandit came closer and whispered mockingly to her ears “this one is tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiickliiiiish...” then grabbed Ja'Lana's tail and used it to stroke the pads of her soles even harder “come on kitten, let go of the brat, let her go and LAUGH! Coochie coochie coo....” “mh..this...one....can't TAKE IT ANYMORE! HYEAHAHAHAH” the Khajiit finally bursted “NOT HER PAHAHAHAHWS! NOT THEHEHERE!” she felt her toes slip even more as her feet shook harder and harder. Luckily, her torturer was enjoying this situation so much that she didn't notice Gabriella charging at her at full speed and forcing her hands away from Ja'Lana's soles.
The two women started to wrestle but Gabriella, being a dark elf, was just moments from being overpowered by the hulking nord bandit “you did it this time, you filthy elf” she started to push Gabriella towards the edge of the hole “why don't you go keep company to that brat?” the nord was about to push her and the poor elf saw her life pass before her eyes as she desperately tried to push back “have a nice fall, whoreheheheheh...” the nord made a terrible mistake, she turned her back on Ja'Lana thinking she wouldn't be able to do anything in that state, unfortunately she was still in range of her fluffy tail which she proceeded to run all over the bandit's bare ribs and breasts “heheheHAHAHAHA! Fahahahking flehehabahahahg! CUHUHUT IT OHOHOUT!” the woman bursted out laughing. That was the moment Gabriella was waiting for, taking advantage of her opponent's distraction she sidestepped and finally pushed the nord down the hole, her laughter quickly turning into screams then silence.
After that, it was only a matter of pulling Babette back up and rest, as the ordeal made bot women exhausted. After a short while they made their way back to the entrance “Well, I think it's time we bring you back home, dear.” said Gabriella smiling at the little girl “I'm so glad you are alright” Babette smiled back at her then sprinted towards the door and eagerly opened it only to finds herself face to face with a snow storm “This one thinks it would be batter to wait for better weather” Gabriella was a bit saddened by this but then admitted “Yes, my dearest Ja'Lana, as much as I would love to bring Babette home I admit i'm in no hurry to travel trough that hellish wind” she paused a moment looking at the Khajiit “Besides, you are only wearing a pair of leather pants...it's a shame there were no viable clothes in this camp” “at least this one can retrieve her boots” sighed the Khajiit “she doesn't like having her paws expos...WHERE ARE HER BOOTS?!” she exclaimed “she is sure she left them here by this rock! By the eight, they were custom made...” strangely, both her boots and Gabriella's shoes were missing. Still angry but with no other choice, they went back inside and prepared themselves for the night.
“We are in luck” exclaimed Ja'Lana “this one found their food sack” “and I found some funny juice!” chimed in Babette holding two bottles of liquor, bottles that were promptly taken by Gabriella “there are more, over there!” the girl pointed at a crate full of unlabeled bottles.
“well...at least the night won't be too cold” snickered Ja'Lana uncorking a bottle and taking a sip “Whew! Good stuff” she then proceeded to dunk more of the brownish liquid down her throat “here, have some” she said giving the bottle back to Gabriella “oh..i don't know if I should...oh, to Oblivion with that” she took a long sip too.
The night went on like that, with the two women having a drinking contest then gossiping and joking until, finally, all three of them fell asleep.
Ja'Lana woke up with a pounding headache and a dry mouth, at first she couldn't even remember what she was doing there, then she saw the crate of empty liquor bottles in a corner and remembered “oh right...the drinking contest...oh her head hurts so much...Gabriella?” she tried to look around but her eyes still didn't work well “Gabriella, are you ok?” a muffled mumbling caught her attention, she slowly turned her head to find Gabriella hogtied, with her clothes ripped to shreds and gagged with her own undergarments. After checking (or at least trying to) her condition she made her way to the captive dark elf and removed the gag “who did this? Where is the kid?” the dunmer coughed out some cloth scraps “That nord cunt! She was still alive! She waited for us to fall asleep and then...” she sobbed “she gagged me and did this to me...she...she made Babette watch while she did this to me...then she took her in the main chamber. Gods, I hope she isn't planning anything horrible...if only you could have seen her eyes back then!” “hush now, this one will free you” “NO! There is no time, you must find her...before...” Ja'Lana nodded and tried to stand up, it took her a while to hobble to the main chamber but once there she saw...no one.
She squinted trying to focus as much as she could, scanning every corner and every nook. Nothing. Fearing for the worst she shambled near the pit in the middle of the room and peeked inside, she could still see the vines and slender trees growing over the sides but, other than that, it was pitch black. She wrapped her tail around tilted column to keep her from falling over and tried to lean a bit further when, suddenly, two small hands pushed her over.
Her tail tensed up and she managed to stand on her tip toes on the edge of the chasm and stop her fall “Gabriella? This one needs help!” she yelled while trying to move back.
Unfortunately her tail wasn't strong enough to hold her weight, let alone pull her back, she tried to move one foot back but she felt her tail slipping as soon as she lost contact with the edge of the hole.
She heard some light steps behind her and managed to turn her head enough to see them “Babette? Gabriella? How? Where is the bandit? You have to help this one, she can't pull herself back and she is losing her grip”
“By Sithis you are a stubborn one” grunted Babette “what does an assassin have to do to kill you?” Ja'Lana's eyes widened “what? She doesn't understand...is this a joke?” “We are the dark brotherhood and someone wanted you dead. I admit, the whole fake kidnapping was a bit contrived but it worked like a charm” interceded Gabriella “you dunmer whore! Using a kid as an assassin? That's disgusting! You deserve...” Babette interrupted her “i can assure you this is no joke and, in fact, i'm not a kid...well, not anymore.” she pulled her cheeks apart using her index fingers to reveal her sharp fangs “you see, i'm a three hundred years old vampire. I'm the first one to admit it, this small frame isn't the best for fighting but very few people expect to be stabbed by a twelve years old girl...Oh? What's with the angry face? I know what could fix that...” she stepped closer to Ja'Lana and kneeled behind her “can't move these beauties, can you?” the Khajiit hissed “don't you dare you brat” the girl smiled “it would be a pity if some nasty bug started crawling over those soft, sensitive, vulnerable pads...” she started to tickle her feet “tickle tickle tiiiiiickleeee” Ja'Lana trembled as she tried to maintain both her balance and composure “come on” teased Babette
“I saw you earlier, you can't hold it in forever...a-coochie coochie koo...” she increased the rhythm adding more fingers to both feet
“hmhmmmhm...pfffhehehehe...nohohohoh”
her toes were slipping and her tail was so tense it was about to snap in half “see? You are almost there. Come on, just let go, have a good laugh and DIE”
Ja'Lana clenched her fists as a few tears rolled down her cheeks
“Shehehehehe won't let gohohoho...you won't make hehehehe...yohohou wohohohohn't mahahahake her fahahahall”
Babette looked at her tail and smirked
“Oh, I think I see the problem, you seem to be stuck in this part, let me give you a hand”. She began scratching the underside of Ja'Lana's tail with one finger and the tail shivered “pfffffft...sshhhrk...whahahat are you doihihing? Stohohohp....nohohohho”, then she used two fingers and the tip of the tail started waggling “dohohohon't mahahake her...” finally she paused for a second giving Ja'Lana time to catch her breath.
“think fast!” she shouted while quickly scratching the base of the tail with both hands, finally forcing Ja'Lana to let go and fall over the edge.
Ja'Lana panicked. Her only chance was to try and grab something else with her tail, something like a protruding rock or a branch but, in the haste of the moment, she grabbed the only thing she found near her: Babette's arm.
Both of them fell down the hole, one laughing and one cursing, both of them flailed trying to grab something, anything to stop their fall, both of them grabbed a tree, the same tree, sprouting horizontally from a wall thirty meters below the chasm's opening.
And so there they were, the vampire child and the Khajiit, hanging from a tree for their dear lives. While Babette fell right on top of the tree and was simply hugging it with her arms, Ja'Lana had to effectively stretch to grab it and was somewhat wedged between the tree and the wall, with her hands barely grasping the trunk and her feet tip-toeing a protruding rock a few centimeters below.
“Well...that happened.” Babette broke the silence “So, while we wait for GABRIELLA TO SEND DOWN A FUCKING ROPE AND PULL ME UP, what about we pass the time chatting? You know, while I wait for you to get tired and drop dead down below?” the vampire smiled “any juicy gossip?” Ja'Lana perked her ears backwards “you know, for an assassin, you don't seem take thing very seriously” she let out a faint growl “May this one at least know WHO wanted her dead?” Babette chuckled “Nobody important, really, some guy in Morthal saw you steal something and decided to call for us” she rolled her eyes “i mean, we accept anything as long as the black sacrament is performed but I can't help but find it a bit of an overkill, send in the Dark Brotherhood in response to petty thievery? Psh, lame.” when she said that “Psh” she noticed Ja'Lana jerk a little and try to close her legs a bit. She then looked more closely at the rock she was pushing her feet on, it was shimmering, as if it had a thick layer of clear ice on it, focusing a bit more she finally figured it out, that wasn't a rock but a piece of ice jutting out of the side of the wall. Taking a good look around her see could see the same thing all over the place, pieces of ice going out of the wall, as if some kind of underground river caused the floor to cave in and small streams of water ended up being frozen by the cold winter winds. “I have to say, this thing is utterly uncomfortable” sighed Babette and, with a couple of tries, she managed to pull herself up and sit on the tree “there, much better” she took another good look at Ja'Lana's situation, the Khajiit was hopelessly stretched between the wall and the tree, clawing at the bark in order not to slip down, her slender frame was almost perfectly straight except for a particularly swollen spot, right under her belly, cramped in her tight leather pants.
The vampire smiled mischievously and her grin stretched even further when she saw the claw-shaped branch sprouting from near her legs and ending just below Ja'Lana's tummy.
Still sitting on the trunk she took off her shoes, set them aside and, nonchalantly, locked her foot on the long branch “say, kitten, I can't help but wonder...” she started moving her foot, causing the branch to lightly stroke the Khajiit's belly “yesterday you partied like a champ, never seen anyone down so much booze in one go” Ja'Lana started snickering as the wood hit her vulnerable navel “then, after the drinking, you went straight to sleep and then you rushed after my “kidnapper” this morning.” she snapped another branch with her hands and used it on Ja'Lana's side, forcing her to close her eyes and bit her lips “With all thissssss stuff...” teased Babette “i'm not sssssssure” with every hissing noise Ja'Lana felt a painful jab in her abdomen “you even had time to take your morning...pissssssssssssssss”.
It was true, she had to pee really bad but the urgency of the situation made her forget about it, until now. Worse than that, she was wearing thick leather pants, if she was to lose control in that moment the only way for her “accident” to be released would be trough her ankles and feet, that would make the already slippery ice even more slippery...or worse, it could melt due to the heat causing her to fall.
Babette leaned onto the trunk, grabbed the low branch with her hands and vigorously stroke Ja'Lana's belly
“ppppffffffth”
“come on, I know you can't hold it in”.
“hmhmhhm...snrks....no...please...nohoho”
seeing she wasn't having any luck from a distance, Babette decided to risk it. She carefully crawled near Ja'Lana and then sat on her back
“giddy up” she joked “I never rode a khajiit in my life, your fur is so tickly, i'm not sure my poor bare legs can stand it...” she leaned on her, teasing her armpits then whispered in her ear “listen closely, you can either let go now and die with some semblance of dignity” she stroke the bulge on her tummy with one bare foot “or you can die after pissing yourself, your choice”
“f-f-f-fuhuhuck youhuhuhu” replied Ja'Lana.
Babette smirked and leaned on her again, teasing her nipples this time “now, wouldn't it be nice ” she started increasing the pressure on Ja'Lana's bladder using both of her feet “to just let go?” she ran her fingers up and down her armpits, then her sides and finally her breasts, flicking her nipples with her fingers.
“hohohohow are yohohohohou so goohohohod at thihihis?” Ja'Lana managed to ask between fits of laughter
“why, thank you” she gave her belly another squeeze “you see, one doesn't live for three hundred years without picking up something along the way but...” she increased her pace now erratically tickling every available spot on her torso “i have to compliment you as well, your ssssssssssssssstamina is really something”
Ja'Lana was almost at her limit “plehehehease! Thihihis one behehehegs youhuhuhu...don't make her pehehehehehe!” she couldn't believe she was begging a vampire child to not make her pee herself to death
Suddenly, a voice called from above “Babette? Are you still alive?”
“Took you long enough!” yelled Babette while circling Ja'Lana's nipples “Do me a favor and come help me with this kitty” “she is STILL HANGING?” yelled Gabriella as she threw down a rope and started climbing down. She was there, stretched, vulnerable, with Babette on her back and Gabriella menacingly brandishing two branches in front of her
“oh, another thing, Gabriella, she REALLY needs to pee, so let's see who can make her lose it first.” laughed the vampire turning around and reaching for Ja'Lana's paws “come on kitten, think of those BIG waterfalls in the mountains” she teased while viciously scratching her pads “the ones that go “whoooosssssh” and “sssssssssssssh” come on, do it! LET. GO.” she was using her tiny fingers to reach places Ja'Lana didn't even know were ticklish while Gabriella took care of her exposed armpits “yes, cat, give up. Pssssssh! Let go so we can get paid, sssssssssssssssshhhh!” said the dunmer while pinching one nipple and tickling the other
“plehehehease she cahahahan't hohoho...hold ihihit!” between the incessant tickling and Babette's legs pushing on her bladder, she had no chance of winning.
After a few seconds of this combined torture, Ja'Lana felt it, a warm feeling running down her legs and on her paws. Babette managed to pull her hands away just in time to avoid the rushing liquid that started to melt the ice.
Babette quickly jumped back on the tree and grabbed the rope but Ja'Lana, with her feet rapidly loosing grip and her hands stuck on the log, did the only thing she could do: she wrapped her tail around Gabriella's ankle, let go of the tree and used the momentum to vault under it and drop-kick both assassins on their backs.
This happened so fast that neither of them were able to react. Babette, being smaller and lighter, was flung towards the wall while Gabriella was just pushed really hard and lost her balance, ending up in a similar situation Ja'Lana was moments before: stretched over the nothingness.
The only difference was the diminutive vampire hanging from her right arm.
“how in Oblivion did this happen? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DIE!” shouted a panicking Babette “calm down” Gabriella reassured her “I've got you, let me just swing you over to the...heheheheh...” being back on her feet, Ja'Lana didn't waste any time and decided to repay the two assassins for their kindness by tickling Gabriella's bare soles “this one wonders what happens if she scratches these arches” The assassin tried to pull it together but when the fluffy tail started stroking her toes, she lost it “Nohohoho! Dohohohon't! Nohohoht my tohohohoes!” then Gabriella felt another tickly sensation coming from her chest. Babette, seeing her friend's resistance dwindle, was trying to climb her way to safety but in doing so had to grab her friend's sides and armpit “Babehehehehtte! STOP! NOHOHOHO!” and with that, the dunmer lost strength in her arms, causing her and the vampire to plunge in the void below “Thanks for the rope!” yelled Ja'Lana starting to climb back up as the screams died down.
Nobody knows what fate befell the two assassins, maybe they died or maybe there was a lake at the bottom of the chasm and they came out bruised, humiliated but alive.
The only certain thing was that Ja'Lana hadn't seen the last of the Dark Brotherhood.
<To be continued.. ===
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I actually started writing another story yesterday, but I decided the scenario was too similar to one's I've done before and the chaptered one I plan to do next, so I decided to go with this one. Hope you like it!
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“Oh, Logan!!”
Logan held back a sigh, and instead pasted a smile on his face, poising his notepad in front of him. Based on the tone of Mrs. Haskins’ voice, he already knew what she was going to say, and it wasn’t going to be her order.
“How’s Jada doing, honey? How’s your mom? Has your dad been able to make it up there to see them?”
“They’re doing OK,” Logan answered, starting his patented vague update. “The doctors say Jada’s numbers are going in the right direction.”
“That’s wonderful!” Mrs. Haskins beamed. “We’re all praying for her and your family.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Haskins.” Logan paused for just a second, for politeness. “Can I take your order?”
Having fulfilled the societally-mandated duty of checking up on Logan’s family, Mrs. Haskins and her friend ordered a couple of club sandwiches and fries. Logan noted the meals down carefully and took the order back to the grill.
Of course, it wasn’t just at work that Logan had to answer near-identical questions about his family. Ever since 10-year-old Jada had been diagnosed with leukemia, it seemed like every adult in town – at school, at the diner, at the grocery store, wherever – wanted to stop Logan to express their sympathies and ask how Jada was doing. Logan understood, but when the diner was busy, he just wanted to do his job.
Now nearing the end of his senior year in high school, Logan had worked at the Silver Spoon Diner for almost two years. It was owned and run by Mike and Joanne Neeley, a local family who regularly hired high school students to work as servers. It was a small but busy place, with one long counter and a few tables and booths. Logan took orders, served food, poured drinks, and generally helped keep things moving, especially on weeknights like the current Wednesday.
It was just before 8:00, and it was just Logan, Ned the dishwasher, and Trey, the Neeley’s youngest son, working the grill. Trey had just finished his junior year at college and was home for a few weeks before starting his summer internship. Having been raised in the diner, Trey (and his siblings) always helped out when they were home.
Logan didn’t know Trey too well, but the young man seemed nice enough. At least he didn’t make constant comments about Logan’s family. He just let Logan do his job, which was all Logan really wanted, at least for a few hours per week. But it was a small enough town that Logan could never really escape well-meaning people who wanted to ask questions and express their support.
Logan set drinks down in front of Mrs. Haskins and her friend. As her turned away, he heard Mrs. Haskins mutter yet another common refrain of the past few months.
“He’s doing so well. His parents are lucky to have him.”
Logan closed his eyes briefly as he rounded the corner. “…doing so well…lucky…”
Adults said it all the time these days. And with every person that comments on how well Logan was holding up, how wonderful it was that his parents didn’t have to worry about him, Logan’s soul calcified just a little.
At 18 years old, Logan was plenty independent and mature for his age. He loved being an older brother, and he doted on Jada. When she’d been diagnosed, Logan had naturally made the unspoken decision to help however he could. As their mom had moved 4 hours away to be with Jada at the children’s cancer ward, and their dad had taken on extra work to help pay for expenses, it turned out that Logan’s best option for helping was to take care of himself – keep working, getting himself to school, and continuing to cover his own expenses, so he didn’t have to ask anything of his stressed parents.
He’d Facetime with Jada at least once per day, to try to cheer her up. He hadn’t been able to visit her yet, since he worked every weekend, but he always made time to respond to her texts.
So yes, Logan’s parents were lucky to have him. He was well aware of that. And the pressure to remain helpful and unobtrusive was drowning him on dry land.
But Logan couldn’t afford to drown or breakdown or otherwise stop. He was graduating in a few weeks, and he’d already been accepted to an out-of-state college, prospects that were overwhelming enough for any high school senior. With his sister’s cancer and his parents’ completely understandable tension, Logan barely even knew where to look. Instead, he just kept his head down, studying for his finals and working. As long as he kept busy, he could handle the pressure impinging on him from all sides.
“Order up!”
Logan blinked his eyes open and stepped up to the counter in front of the grill to grab Mrs. Haskins’ sandwich platter. He smiled as he placed the food down, then walked out from behind the counter to check on the customers in the main lobby.
It was one of those oddly busy weekday nights, when a steady stream of customers comes in at just such intervals that Logan never really got a break. Now, with the sun setting, Logan noticed for the first time that he had to go to the bathroom.
Logan frowned unconsciously. The feeling of fullness low in his abdomen felt both unwelcome and out of place. He hadn’t had a spare second to think about his body’s needs until right this second, but now that he was aware of how long it had been since he’d visited the restroom, the sensation became an unavoidable irritant, like a rock in his shoe that he didn’t have time to remove.
The bell above the door rang, signaling the entrance of another customer – a small group of girls from Logan’s school. Logan’s smile was automatic as he grabbed a stack of laminated menus to take to their chosen booth, but as soon as he turned away, his face fell.
Under other circumstances, Logan would’ve just called to the manager (Trey, currently) that he was taking a quick break, but with only one server and one person to work the grill, Logan didn’t feel comfortable leaving the floor empty of workers.
So he just kept working, for the next hour, keeping up with the steady flow of customers – seat, answer questions about his sister, order, food, check, clean up – all the while, feeling a growing sense of unease with the weight of his bladder between his hips.
Any time he wasn’t actively interacting with customers, in those brief seconds as he walked between tables and the kitchen, Logan’s mind reeled. His need was a problem that he couldn’t solve, and therefore, was an issue his brain couldn’t seem to process. In between service activities, he felt sick and whiny, like an overtired kid. He clenched and unclenched his fists, trying fruitlessly to release the increasing tension from his body.
But there was still work to be done, not overwhelming, but constant. Nominally, the diner closed at 10, but like most locally-owned places, the Neeleys would stay open as long as there were customers. With each jangle of the door, Logan felt his chest grow tighter as the frustration of not being able to take a bathroom break pulled his psyche like an overstretched rubber band.
All of a sudden, it was 9:45, and Logan was cleaning up the middle booth in the front. He heard clattering of dishes from the back, and he blinked, as if waking from a dream. He looked around to see that the dining room was empty – the table he was cleaning had been the last one.
Logan let out a long exhale, bracing his hands on the table. The brief moment of relief jolted his bladder, and he reflexively pressed his thighs together. After regaining his composure, he finished wiping down the table and lifted the basin of dirty dishes. He just had to deliver the basin to Ned in the back, and then he’d finally be able to pee.
“Everyone gone?”
Logan jumped slightly at the sound of Trey’s voice when he pushed through the swinging door to the back.
“Um, yeah,” he answered, clenching his pelvic muscles tightly to make up for the shock.
Trey nodded, scraping off the grill. “I won’t lock the door just yet, but we can start closing down. Can you roll some silverware for tomorrow?”
“Sure.” Logan had responded without thinking, his habit of obeying authority and being helpful practically mechanical at this point. Before he could even consider backpedaling and asking for a break (not that he would ultimately do that, but he would’ve considered it), Trey had already turned away, going to scrub down another part of the kitchen.
Logan felt his lower lip start to tremble, and he bit down hard. He felt awful and strained, but quickly became irritated at himself. This was his job; he was being paid to work until close, and that included helping set up for the following day.
Logan continued his way to the dishwashing station, setting down the basin next to the sink. Ned was almost finished with the last batch – he’d be able to finish what Logan brought him within minutes and be done for the night. Logan cringed with inadvertent jealousy, but he didn’t say anything. He just reached around to the basket of clean flatware on the shelf. At least Ned kept each utensil in a separate section, so Logan wouldn’t have to dig around to fine one each of knives, forks, and spoons.
Grabbing a package of napkins, Logan situated himself behind the front counter, so he could keep an eye on the door. Rolling the flatware into napkins was a mindless job, and he could do it quickly, but at this point, he couldn’t stand still. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, occasionally rubbing his thighs together, and frequently, nervously looking behind him to make sure that neither Ned nor Trey were somehow staring at him. They weren’t, of course, but Logan’s nerves were frayed and his bladder was full, and logical thought wasn’t a strength of his at the moment.
Just as he was finishing the last few flatware bundles, Logan heard Trey come out from the back.
“It’s 10. I’m gonna turn off the outside signs and lock the door.”
Logan could have cried tears of joy at Trey’s pronouncement. At least he wouldn’t have to serve any more customers. He’d just finish these last rolls, and…
“Ned, you can go when you’re finished back there. Logan, can you double-check the ketchup bottles on the table, and then you can be done, too?”
Logan’s stomach clenched, and he felt a strong surge from his bladder. He shoved his hand into his crotch behind the counter without even checking if Ned could see him.
He wanted to whine. He wanted to writhe. He just wanted to pee, damnit! As the obedient, rational part of his brain was saying “Checking the ketchup bottles will only take a few minutes, and no one else is here, you can go as soon as you’re done,” the emotional, overwrought part was moaning in unintelligible agony.
But still he moved, setting the basket of rolled silverware on the kitchen counter and heading out to the front of the diner to check the condiments on each of the tables. He heard Ned call good night, but didn’t respond.
By some minor miracle, none of the ketchup bottles were low enough to require refilling. Logan slumped with relief at the last table, grabbing between his legs again for reassurance before he headed to the bathroom.
He rounded the corner down the hall, nearly crying with exhaustion. He couldn’t believe how long he’d been holding it, and he was so grateful to just be done. He grabbed the door handle…
Clunk.
Locked.
Trey had already locked the bathrooms for the night.
Logan had an accident right then and there. Just a little one, a brief, completely uncontrollable gush of urine that he felt soak right through his underwear and black pants. He instantly shoved his hand between his thighs, gripping tightly against the warm, wet fabric.
Breathing hard, Logan stayed hunched over, clenching tightly for several seconds. Somewhere in the very back of his mind, he knew that he could just ask Trey to open the bathroom, and he’d be fine.
But he wasn’t listening to that part of his brain right now. He couldn’t. His desperation overtook every cell of his body. He could handle everything in his life except having to pee so badly he was forced to hold himself like a child.
Choking on unshed tears, Logan hobbled out the door into the parking lot. He’d just drive home, he’d be able to pee at home…
But he couldn’t move. His keys were in his pocket, but he was leaking again. He was standing right next to the driver’s side door of his car, but he couldn’t move. Both of his hands were pressed against his dick, and he couldn’t move, or he would lose all control.
Whining and panting, throat raw from repressing sobs, Logan wound his legs together stubbornly. His refusal to give up was matched only by the utter futility of his efforts.
Logan let out a moan as the last of his defenses crumbled and he began to fully wet himself. He felt like his insides were collapsing. He was swallowed by the moment, caught in a whirlwind of wordless shame, hot liquid coursing down his legs. He could only whimper, brokenly, painfully, as urine forced itself from his body.
Every breath Logan took was shaky. He couldn’t tell when he actually stopped having an accident because he was trembling so badly.
“Logan.”
Blinking tears out of his eyes, Logan looked up to see Trey, standing in the middle of the parking lot, staring at him concernedly.
“I…”
Trey had walked out as Logan was wetting his pants, too late to do anything about it, but definitely in time to see the unmistakable trails of wetness shining under the streetlamps. Seeing a teenager have an accident was bad enough, but hearing Logan’s cracked, anguished voice, only able to rasp out a single syllable nearly broke Trey’s heart.
“Come on inside and change,” Trey offered, the keys already in his hand.
“I…I can’t…” Logan was trembling visibly.
“You still have your school clothes, right?” Trey knew that Logan came to work straight from school, and he made the correct assumption that he didn’t wear his polyester work pants in class.
Logan nodded mutely.
“Just come change inside,” Trey insisted, gently but firmly. He turned and walked back to open the diner before Logan could attempt to say anything else.
Vision still blurry with tears, Logan pulled his own keys out of his pocket, hands shaking. He was drained and defeated and all sorts of other feelings that he couldn’t name if he’d tried. He pulled his backpack out of the car and headed back inside.
The lights were on, and the door to the bathroom was propped open, but Logan didn’t see Trey anywhere. Head down, he slunk into the bathroom, unable to stop the shuddering feeling in his chest.
With the bathroom door closed behind him, Logan slumped down onto the toilet. For the first time, he made no effort to hold back the tears coursing down his face, but he did try to keep the sound of his cries to a minimum.
He couldn’t take it. He knew that there was nothing he could do now but change and go home, but the shame of peeing his pants was unbearable, at least for now.
Logan wept and sniffled for a few minutes, just long enough to get through the worst of his misery. As soon as he could piece together a coherent thought, he inhaled deeply and wiped his face across the back of his arm. The rational, demanding part of his brain was telling him that Trey was generously keeping the diner open, and he couldn’t make him wait any longer. He stripped off his gross, sopping pants and underwear, ran some wet paper towels up and down his legs, and slid on his jeans from school, swallowing disgust that was bordering on self-loathing.
Rolling up his wet pants as best as he could before shoving them into his backpack, Logan washed his hands, then cautiously opened the bathroom door. He knew he should than Trey, but a bigger part of him was hoping that the college student wasn’t there, so Logan could just sneak out and go home.
As he stepped out from the hallway, though, Logan saw Trey sitting at the counter, two plates in front of him. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled gently at the puffy-eyed teen.
“Here, man.” Trey gestured toward the plates. “You look like you could use some pie.”
Logan hesitated, torn between not wanting to offend Trey and desperately wanting to just go home.
“Peanut butter’s your favorite, right?” Trey encouraged.
Logan’s stomach growled audibly, giving him away. Shoulders slumped, he hoisted himself onto the stool next to Trey.
The two young men ate in silence for a few moments, and the creamy peanut butter pie really did make Logan feel better. During his long, break-less shift, he hadn’t gotten the chance to eat, either, even though the Neeleys always encouraged them to help themselves, taking at least bites here and there when it was busy.
Logan heard Trey draw in a breath beside him, and his momentary relaxation evaporated.
“So, Logan-“
“I’m sorry,” Logan interrupted, softly but nervously. “I didn’t mean to…I just…”
“Hey!’ Trey shook his head, face etched with pity. “Don’t worry about it, Logan. It was just an accident.”
Logan flinched at the word and stared down at his plate, too embarrassed to speak any further.
“No, I was going to ask-” Trey gazed sincerely at Logan “-how are you doing?”
Confused, Logan looked up. Trey had just said that it was an accident; was he asking if Logan was sick?
Trey did his best to keep his face neutral, even though he practically ached with sympathy for the broken teenager sitting next to him. Logan was so lost that he couldn’t even understand someone being concerned for him.
“It occurred to me,” Trey went on, shoving another forkful of pie into his mouth, “that everyone in here for the past few weeks has asked about your sister or your mom or something, and that’s great,” Trey swallowed, keeping his voice light, “but I haven’t heard anyone ask how you are.”
Logan’s shoulders tensed upward, and he poked at the last bite of his pie with his fork.
“So I figured,” Trey continued, correctly assuming that Logan wasn’t quite in a place where he could describe his own feelings yet, “that if no one is asking how you are, then maybe you’ve somehow gotten the message that you’re not allowed to not be OK. Or that somehow everything else matters more than how you’re feeling or what you need.”
This last comment struck Logan like a finger to the sternum, pointed and personal. Of course he should have known better, how stupid did he have to be to let himself get to the point of-
“So I figured,” Trey repeated, interrupting Logan’s rambling thoughts, “that I should really tell you that that’s not true.”
Trey paused here, staring meaningfully at Logan, so that the teen could feel his gaze, even without looking up.
“I can’t even imagine how hard it must be.” Trey’s voice was gentler, now. “With your sister being sick and your parents worrying about her, and you’re worried about her, and it’s your senior year, so you’ve got all of that regular stuff, and then you’re working and basically taking care of yourself, too.”
Hearing it out loud – and from someone else – was like stepping out from a steam room for Logan. He could breathe, he could see, he could be seen.
Trey watched as tension visibly melted from Logan’s muscles, but the teen still didn’t speak.
“Anyway,” Trey bit down on his last bite of pie. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry I haven’t asked before. And I know I’m only here for a few more weeks, but I’m here if you ever need anything, and I know Mom and Dad are, too.”
Logan had put his fork down, knowing he wouldn’t be able to swallow over the lump in his throat.
Trey reached over and patted Logan on the shoulder. He was a hugger, himself, but he didn’t know Logan well enough to be sure that would be helpful.
Logan exhaled, deeply grateful for the reassurance, but the breath turned into a wide yawn. He covered his mouth, embarrassed, but Trey just grinned.
“Not to sound too much like my mom, but it’s late, and you have school tomorrow,” Trey chided. He stood from the stool and picked up the plates. “I’ll take care of these; you go home and get some rest.”
Logan slowly slid from his stool, feeling sore, like he’d finished a long workout. The skin on his legs felt stiff, and he knew he’d have to shower and do laundry when he got home. Despite Trey’s reassurance (and the delicious pie), the consequences of peeing his pants threatened to creep back over Logan.
“Hey!” Trey said bracingly, reaching out to clasp Logan’s shoulder again. “You good? Do you need me to stay?”
Logan raised his eyes to look at his earnest coworker. Trey really meant it; he could tell.
And that was enough.
It wouldn’t fix everything, of course. Logan still had a lot to face over the next few months, but it was enough for tonight. It was enough to assure him that Trey understood, that Trey didn’t blame him for his accident and wouldn’t tell anyone about it. It was enough to take just a tiny bit of the burden off of him, enough so that Logan could have the strength to make it home and clean up.
Logan flashed the barest of smiles at Trey, and Trey nodded in response before heading back to the kitchen. Sighing, Logan walked back out to his car, exhausted but feeling steadier than he had in months.
Maybe he wasn’t doing “so well.”
But he was doing what he had to do. |
Zoe had waited so long for the band, she did not want to give up her place, even though the beers were working their way through her system. She had enjoyed the performance, although she badly wanted to take a leak when they started. She got more and more uncomfortable during the performance, but still enjoyed it. She was almost glad when it ended, and immediately headed off to find a toilet.
Now absolutely desperate to relieve herself, she elbowed her way through the crowd until she caught sight of the row of portable toilets. Her heart sank. The queue for each was about twenty or thirty long. She gazed at the mass of people, seeing others who looked barely less needy than herself, many crossing their legs or wriggling in an obvious pee-dance, some even pressing their hands tightly to their crotches, as if they were holding in a plug.
Zoe felt another wave of liquid pressure, that made her whole body shudder slightly, as if she was shivering with cold. This time she could not stop herself releasing a quick dribble of pee, and she knew that her underwear was now slightly damp.
People were going in and out of the cubicles, but the queues were getting longer. Most of those waiting were women she realised. There men were using the portable urinals next to them, but there was a queue for them too. Moving a damn sight quicker though! Some men were even standing at the plastic fence around the urinals, pissing on to it. Despite her own need, Zoe found herself becoming quite fascinated by that, and she watched for a few moments.
A couple of girls marched up to the fence, found a spot between the men, turned, then quickly pulled down their jeans and squatted low over the grass. It took Zoe a moment or two to realise that they were having a wee in public. Two more joined them, then another three, then four more, all partially undressed, yet trying not to expose too much intimate flesh as they urinated on the ground. In no time at all, that area had become an unofficial – very public – ladies’ convenience, with more women standing impatiently waiting their chance to take over a patch of fence where they could crouch down and do their business.
One, bolder, or drunker, or perhaps just more desperate than the others could not wait even for that. She snatched down her pale blue denim shorts, and squatted where she stood, in the open, with people walking by on either side, only yards in front of Zoe. Her friend stood in front of her, as a half-hearted token shield. Zoe could clearly see a tight, sparkling stream arc from between her legs to play on the grass in front of her. More dribbles dripped from her buttocks. The peeing girl did not care. She just kept staring down, as if she was herself fascinated by creating her own golden stream.
Zoe was unable to pull her eyes away from the extraordinary scene in front of her. The peeing girl was now finishing. The stream died away; there were three short squirts, a couple of dribbles, and she was finished. She stood up, puling up her knickers and shorts, then carefully fastening them and fiddling with them to make herself comfortable. Meanwhile her blonde friend copied her example. Zoe could see that she was effortlessly beautiful; young, with a clear, pretty face, long blonde hair, and a slim well-proportioned figure. She shrugged the shoulder straps of her summer dress off, and pulled the whole dress to her knees as she dropped to a squat. She wriggled her knickers down her thighs, and Zoe saw the jet of pee shoot from her, squirting hard into the grass. She was as casually exhibitionist about the whole thing as her friend had been.
Zoe realised that she was herself standing with her legs crossed, and she was grabbing her own crotch through her cotton skirt. Even so, she had to keep staring at the blonde woman brazenly weeing in public, until she too had finished, stood up and rearranged her clothes. Zoe felt less self-conscious about displaying her own need so obviously. There were desperate women all around her, more still peeing in front of the fence, others jiggling about as they waited, and a few, like the two she had just watched, who were quickly popping squats just about anywhere, with no attempt to conceal the fact that they were emptying their liquids on the ground.
Zoe now imagined herself peeing in public. She knew she had no choice. She was sure that she could not keep control much longer. She knew that she would end up wetting her knickers while waiting if she joined a queue for the cubicles. She looked around, to see if there was somewhere at least half private. Just past the urinals there was a couple of large bins. She decided to go there. Quickly! She almost lost it then, and trickled again briefly through her knickers, and felt a little run of drips running down her leg..
She hurried away, clutching her groin. She noticed a couple of girls squatting in the corner of the urinal enclosure, They too were pissing on the ground, with men standing either side of them, pissing on the fence. She wondered if ever she might dare do that, watching the men pee while she herself took a tinkle. So many peeing in public!
She got to the bins. There were girls there already, squatting behind them. Others waiting even. And while she dithered about what to do, two girls hitched up their skirts, pulled down their knickers, and crouched, to piss on the ground in front of them. Her own situation was getting worse. The pressure from within was not constant. It came in waves. Another came and she had to go with it. She had to let a little more leak out. And then she realised she could not stop weeing. It was only a gentle trickle, but she could feel it hissing softly into her knickers, a tiny hot dribble running down her thighs. Behind the bins stretched a high, flat, green-painted wooded fence. There were blokes standing against it in several places, pissing on it.
It would do. It would have to. There was nowhere else. And she found herself in front of the fence. She turned, held her skirt, wondering whether to lift it, unsure what to do next. She had no choice. She was still leaking, gently wetting herself. Another pressure wave, quicker and more urgent than the last demanded that she let more out. Zoe afterwards couldn’t say whether she had decided to make herself comfortable by releasing her pee a little faster, or whether she had just lost the ability to hold it even to a trickle. Anyway, she decided to let a little out properly. She hitched up her skirt, and leaned back, feeling the cool wood of the fence against the cheeks of her bum. At the same time, she gave in to her need, and stopped trying to contain her water.
Immediately she found herself pissing hard into her knickers. She could not stop herself from pushing. With a shock, she realised that she was now uncontrollably going to the toilet, fully dressed, in public. She heard a splattering sound below her, felt hot splashes on the back of her ankles and the back of her calves. It was a new experience for her; she didn't know what she should be doing. Her hands were still on her hips, as if she were about to pull down her underwear, but she couldn't move. She felt hot liquid swirling inside her knickers, and tickles running down the back of her thighs. She could even hear the hissing noise as she pissed. Without thinking about it, she slightly parted her legs to keep dry.
Zoe knew she had lost control of her bladder. She realised she had no chance of ending her urination before she had released much more of her pee. She regained enough composure to think about what to do. She looked around. Two girls were beside her to the right, squatting in front of the fence, peeing next to her. Another, to her left, was just pushing down her jeans, and dropping to a crouch, also urinating. Beyond them, on both sides, there were men standing, cocks out, spraying the fence. Those nearest to her were looking at the other girls pissing, not at her. She decided there was now no point in undressing any further. She was wetting her knickers, and that was not going to get any worse.
She relaxed a little. She moved her hands down to her knees, so she would not look as if she were about to pull her pants down. Another girl stood in front of her, turned to face the crowd, parted her feet, and started to piss on the grass. Zoe wondered if she too was wetting herself, or if she was naked under her short denim skirt. Zoe also wondered if her own stream was flickering and sparkling in the light in the same way. She guessed it was, she was still peeing as hard as she could, and she imagined that most of the flow was squirting straight through the thin cotton between her legs. She looked down, and watched herself pouring into the frothy puddle in the grass between her feet for a while, then she looked around again, thinking she didn't want to look as if she was staring at the exposed cocks close by.
Zoe now felt the pressure inside her slacken. She wondered if she might be able to take back control and stop peeing. She decided not to try. She just kept on peeing on the ground, straight through her knickers. The two girls on her right had now finished, and were adjusting their clothing. Zoe felt her own stream weaken and begin to fade. So she decided to carry on until she was completely empty. Now she was deliberately wetting herself. She pushed and felt the flow strengthen again. Another girl was filling the empty space on her right, clumsily pushing down her leggings, then squatting as she began gently hosing the damp grass with another warm rush of pee.
Meanwhile Zoe had now emptied almost all of her pee on to the ground. With a couple of last squirts, and a short final trickle, she finished wetting her knickers. She waited a moment or two, for the drips to stop falling from her soaked cotton underwear, then reached behind and pushed herself up from the fence. She brushed down the back of her dress, and walked away to merge back into the crowd.
She did wet herself again that evening. She found herself bursting for a pee when the main band had left the stage, but before they returned for their encore. She had a good position, and did not want to leave, yet was sure that she would not be able to hold it, if she waited for the end of the performance, then pushed her way through the crowd to queue for an evil-smelling chemical toilet. So, she thought, she had the choice of missing the band, or pissing somewhere in public view, or she would wet herself again. Put like that, she thought, wetting herself seemed the best idea.
So she kicked off her shoes, put her feet together – she didn't want to create a waterfall – and tried to pee down her leg. Although she badly needed to piss, it took a lot of concentration before she could make herself start to urinate in her knickers, standing, fully clothed, in the middle of a crowd of strangers. She leaned slightly, to try to keep her right leg dry. At last she got going, and felt her hot pee swirling inside her knickers, and pouring down the back of her left leg. It felt wrong, and she felt her face glowing with self-consciousness. She wriggled her bare toes as the warm puddle spread around her feet. She smiled to herself, as she was sure nobody would realise she was relieving herself in public.
She didn't know she had been seen. Tom was standing right behind her. Early on he'd noticed her trim figure. He thought she looked cute. And then, as he watched her jiggling, he thought he might be seeing her pee-dance. He was convinced she had a full bladder, and needed to find somewhere to pee very soon, just from watching her body language. He noticed her remove her shoes, and then go very still. He couldn't quite believe that she was trying to command the release of her pee right where she stood in front of him, but guessed that might be what she was doing. He watched for any clues, any fiddling with underwear, but she kept her arms crossed.
And then he noticed the shiny wetness running down her leg, and pooling around her feet. She was pissing in her skirt! He pretended that his shoe lace needed attention, and crouched down. The bottom hem of her denim skirt was at his eye level, and he could see clear liquid pouring down her leg, running over the surface of her smooth skin. He reached out and touched the warm puddle spreading through the grass. There was no doubt. He was watching a pretty young woman pissing down her legs. He wondered whether she was naked under her skirt, or whether she was wetting herself. She was cool and casual about it, no doubt. Clearly she had decided on that as the time and place to wee, and she must have done it before – perhaps an accidental desperate wetting? – to be so unflustered now.
He watched her until she had finished, and slipped back into her shoes. She now looked much more relaxed. He decided to introduce himself to her. He'd like to get to know her better, and she looked like she might be good company for the rest of the festival. |
I found this on https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/
As Jill sat on the bus her bladder was ready to explode. She really wished that the tour buses had bathrooms like advertised, but unfortunately it was false advertising, as that was only the premium trip package and they had gotten the basic one.
"Oh my God I have to pee so bad," Jill said as she crossed her legs tightly.
"Cool," said Mike and Jim simultaneously as they could see Jill grabbing herself and tapping her feet in agitation.
"Are we going to get to a bathroom anytime soon?" Jill asked, having not peed in nearly 3 or four hours.
"We are almost at our stop and then we will be free to tour the city at our leisure," Mike said. "I could sure go for a pee myself."
"If I don't get to a bathroom soon I'm going to pee myself!" Jill said.
"Hold your horses," Jim said.
"I'm holding more than that!" Jill said as the bus hit a bump in the road causing extreme bladder pain to everyone on board.
"Okay everybody off!" the bus driver said.
"Finally!" Jill shouted, pretty much jumping out of her seat and still bobbing up and down as she stood there waiting. "Come on everyone, get off the bus already!"
"Calm down Jill," Mike said.
"I can't calm down I have to pee!" Jill said as she crossed her legs and looked impatiently at the people in the bus getting off ahead of her.
Finally everyone piled out of the bus to find that they were in a really nice-looking town.
"Where are the freaking bathrooms?!" Jill screamed as she started looking around.
"Don't worry there are plenty of urinals everywhere all around town," someone said as they pointed over to a bunch of urinals on the side of the road.
"But what am I supposed to use?!" Jill shouted as she danced in place.
The man shrugged his shoulders. "You know I hadn't considered that, I guess they really don't have any facilities for women around here. I mean I suppose you can use the urinal yourself, I don't know how you would do that, but I guess it's not impossible."
"How could they have urinals but nothing for the women to pee in?!" Jill said as she paced back and forth. "That's totally not fair!"
"I actually heard something about this online," Mike said. "Apparently they had a big problem with public urination because the men were just peeing all over the place, so they installed outdoor urinals all throughout the city to control the problem."
"But what about the women having to pee?!" Jill shouted as she tugged on her hair.
"I guess they didn't consider that to be a problem," Jim said.
"Well it's a problem for me!" Jill said as she was becoming increasingly frantic.
"Well we will worry about that in a minute, but right now I think that we both need to use the bathroom," Mike said as he motioned for Jim as they walked over towards the urinals.
Jill stood there pacing back and forth as Mike and Jim went to use the urinals. Although there was a big line up the line moved relatively quickly and within a few minutes Jim and Mike were completely done.
"Wow did I ever piss a lot!" Jim shouted. "That really felt so much better."
"You're telling me!" Mike said.
"Guys I still have to pee!" Jill shouted. "I've been holding it all freaking day."
"You shouldn't have drank so much," Mike said.
"Well I was under the impression that there were going to be bathrooms on the bus and that there would be something other than outdoor urinals when we got here." Jill knocked her knees together and started bobbing up and down again.
"I guess that that was a wrong assumption," Jim said with a laugh.
"It's not funny I really have to go!" Jill shouted.
"Well let's walk around, I am sure that we will find some type of bathroom nearby," Mike said.
"We'd better, I'm absolutely dying here!" Jill said. She couldn't remember the last time she so desperately needed a bathroom.
The three of them began walking across a couple of blocks but nothing seemed to be open at this time of day. Every couple of blocks they passed a bunch of street urinals but that was about it.
"Guys we really have to find a bathroom," Jill said. "I really thought we would have found one by now."
"I guess we'll just have to keep looking," Mike said.
"Well look faster!" Jill shouted.
"Hey look there is a kiosk selling drinks over there," Jim said as the three of them started going over there.
"I'll have two beers," Mike said.
"You have any Diet Coke?" Jim asked.
"Nothing for me thanks," Jill said. "But do you happen to know where there is a bathroom around here?"
"No bathroom, just some urinals over there," the kiosk guy said pointing to the urinals.
"But is there any place that women could go to the bathroom?" Jill said as she stood there dancing in place.
The kiosk guy shrugged his shoulders. "You know it's never been an issue for me."
"Of course not!" Jill shouted. "Doesn't anyone else in this whole world acknowledge the fact that women have to go to the bathroom as well?"
"I guess not," said Mike as he began guzzling his beer.
"Maybe we should go sit down," Jim said as he motioned to a bunch of tables outside of a café that was not yet open.
Jill sat down very slowly so as not to put too much pressure on her bladder, but just the act of sitting down made her really uncomfortable. Fortunately when she was sitting down it helped to take some pressure off of her bladder but she still had her legs crossed tightly under the table, and when she noticed that nobody was looking she put her hands between her legs.
After about 15 or 20 minutes of resting Jill was getting increasingly antsy and they could actually feel that the table was shaking.
"What's causing the table to shake so much?" Jim asked.
"Jill can't stop shaking her legs," Mike said causing Jill to blush.
"I still have to pee!" Jill said with her legs still crossed tight. "We can't sit around dillydallying, I need to find a bathroom, seriously."
"Speaking of the bathroom I think that that beer went right through me," Mike said. "I'm going to go over to the urinals."
"Me too," Jim said as the two of them walked towards the urinal.
"Well hurry up!" Jill shouted as she sat there at the table tapping her fingers anxiously.
"Excuse me but do you know where there is a ladies room around here?" a woman said as she tapped Jill on the shoulder.
"I was really hoping that you would know!" Jill said with a laugh as the two of them laughed awkwardly. "I'm not joking though, I seriously need to pee like you can't imagine."
"Me too," the woman said. "But it seems like all they have around here is urinals."
"I know, what's the deal with that?!"
"I guess they just expect us to hold it."
"I don't think I can hold it much longer, I feel like I'm going to explode!"
That was when Mike and Jim came back from using the urinal.
"Hi Jill, who is this?" Jim asked.
"I'm sorry I didn't catch your name," Jill said.
"Katie," the woman said as she shook Jill's hand. "I was hoping someone around here would know where there was some type of bathroom available."
"Damn it seems like all the women always have to pee all the time," Mike said as he gave Jim an elbow to the side.
"That's because they never give us God damned bathrooms!" Jill shouted. "You guys have already peed twice I should point out."
Katie was clearly doing a pee dance which only made Jill more frantic. "Well forget this," Katie said.
"Forget what, that we have to pee?" Jill asked. "I don't think I can do that!"
"I think I know a place where we can pee," Katie said as she waved the others forward.
"I sure hope so!" Jill said as she very slowly and carefully got up and felt all the pressure flowing down to her bladder.
Katie led them to an alleyway. "Is the coast clear?"
"Yeah I think so," Mike said.
Katie looked both ways, pulled up her skirt, squatted and began peeing a large stream of urine down the alleyway as she moaned and sighed with relief. It was a very thick and powerful stream and seeing that made Jill practically want to cry.
"That's much better," Katie said as she pulled up her skirt.
"I can't take it anymore!" Jill shouted. "I have to go to the bathroom and I have to go right now!"
"But there are no bathrooms, unless you want to pop a squat as well," Mike said.
"I don't have the balance for it, I'd pee all over myself," Jill said as she continued dancing in place.
"Then what are you going to do?" Jim asked.
"Screw it I'm going to use the urinal!" Jill said as she walked a few blocks to the nearest urinal. "It looks like the coast is clear."
Jill ran over to the urinal, closed the privacy screen, turned to face backwards, moved her skirt out of the way and squatted and peed in the urinal for what seemed like a minute or more.
As Jill emerged from the urinal there was a small audience waiting outside clapping as she turned red with embarrassment. "Take a picture!" Jill shouted. "It will last longer."
And much to Jill's dismay, they did exactly that!
"Next time we are getting a bus with bathrooms," Jill said as they got back on the bus. |
Chapter 1 - A Long Coming Resolution
It was a peaceful Wednesday spring morning in the happy town of Greensville. Maxwell Brace woke up to a bright room, lit by the sunlight shining through his window. He was finally able to sleep late because of Spring Break finally starting. Maxwell's family had left the house so he was free to do whatever he wanted until they returned in 6 hours. Maxwell turned to see his alarm clock at 9:30, he then raised himself to sit up against his pillows to relax a bit more but he felt something weird in his pants. It was mushy and sticky. Maxwell's eyes widened as he bolted out of bed to find a plump bulge in the back of his pants as well as a massive wet stain dripping down to his ankles.
"Shit. Shit. Shit" Maxwell jumped around nervously as he checked the damage in his rear. As he saw the brown apocalypse that covered his behind like chocolate icing he immediately regretted having leftover sushi last night. Not only does normal sushi upset him but it was leftovers so that only means disaster. Maxwell ran to his bathroom and removed his pants and underwear with caution to keep the mushy diarrhea in the confines of the decimated fabric. He through them in a plastic bag he found in the cabinet as he hopped in the shower. Maxwell hastily rubbed around his genitals and ass to remove any trace of this accident. As he did this he got several sudden flashbacks...
He was standing in his room from a few years ago. He looked down to find his pants drenched with pee
A few years later cleaning up messy underwear and sheets stained with poop
Last year, the worst accident yet, in school, his underwear drenched, luckily he was able to get a backup pair of underwear from his gym locker but that time was too close for comfort.
Maxwell snapped back to the shower as he hopped out. As he picked up his messy garments and examined them once more before heading across the hall to the laundry room. He through the clothes in and set it to the highest setting with ass loads of soap. He contemplated a bit. He had a small contingency in his head for theses situations. They've been getting more frequent and each time harder to mask. The contingency was... diapers. He hated the thought but as his control worsened he realized it was his only hope.
"I don't need them now" Maxwell thought trying to avoid the thought of being a junior in high school and wearing diapers like some baby.
2 hours later - 12:45
Maxwell finished a nice lunch of homemade grilled cheese so he went up to his room to play a quick game of Overwatch before taking a nap. As Maxwell played he felt his ass clenching as he got more and more stressed during the game. A small waft of stinky air entered his nostrils but it did not distract him too much. The game ended, his team lost sadly but he had fun either way. As he get up he felt an all too familiar feeling in his pants a large dark wet spot covering his crotch was very apparent and an even greater and more solid lump in his backside soon came to his attention as well. He stripped once more and carried his clothes away from his body. as he walked, unbeknownst to him he continued to shit as thick logs splattered on the ground behind him. After a particularly large one left his butt he turned to see the trail. He had disappointment in his eyes as he knew what the next step was.
Maxwell sat on the toilet as he let the rest of his waste go, log after log and a stream of pee. He felt barely anything. He quickly wiped, flushed and washed his hands as he rushed out to his room get clothes. Once Maxwell was dressed he rushed out and hopped on his bike with his backpack. His stomach was filled with butterflies and nervousness with every pedal as he rushed over to the CVS a couple blocks away. He entered and walked around a bit, but not for too long to seem suspicious but not for too short to seem weird. Maxwell was having a mini panic attack as he surveyed the place for people he knows. Once cleared the aisles he made his way to the diaper aisles. He found the first thing he saw which was a pack of large Pull-Ups to hopefully accommodate for his small stature. He got some cash from his bag and made the transaction as quick as possible. He headed out as he stuffed the package into his bag and rushed back home.
He sat the package down on his bed and started to strip once more. He hated every second of this as he slowly wrapped a diaper around his waist. As he got up from the ground the diaper actually felt comfortable and snuggly. He couldn't help but feel a bit like a baby which he was surprised to find he enjoyed a bit, his dick getting slightly hard. In this realization of euphoria Maxwell started pissing and smiled as it happened, feeling the piss all in his diaper. Maxwell finished his pee to then open his closet and tuck his package in with the random bags and ill fitting clothes on the floor of his closet. He closed the doors and crawled into bed with pants over his diaper just in case thinking
"Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all" as he lulled asleep
To Be Continued in Chapter 2
Epilogue
Allison Dehart sat in the car waiting for her brother to return from the pizza restaurant.
Allison used to be the most popular girl in school. She had dyed fluorescent red hair, boobs and and ass that made any man fall to their knees and the personality of Jessica Rabbit. She once sat on top as the commanding force of the social pyramid in her grade. That all changed when she drank too much at a party where she then was coaxed into spouting her true feelings about everyone she knows which obviously landed her a ton of enemies and brought her way down on the social scale. For a while she dated a boy named Maxwell Brace but they broke up before anything serious happened. They're still mild acquaintances now, talking from time to time.
Allison looked out the window as she jammed to the music on the radio when she saw a familiar face rushing out of a nearby CVS, none other than Maxwell Brace. She looked closer to see him stuffing a package of what appeared to be Pull-Ups into his backpack. She found this odd because she hadn't heard anything about his family expecting another baby or anything. She decided to wait and ask him next week when they return to school, but still weird thoughts were lingering in her mind. Why does Maxwell Brace have a package of diapers?
(Author's Message: Hey! This is a story that has been brewing in my mind for a while. I read a lot of diaper stories and watch diaper porn and though most of it doesn't appeal to me I've noticed a lack of male driven diaper stories (though ABAlex on DeviantArt has some good ones!) so I decided to make my own! I hope you enjoy! There is no set schedule for release and there will be an especially weird gap between chapters here and there because of school and shit so just don't expect weekly, biweekly, etc. updates. Make sure to comment or reply (however this site works) any comments, ideas, questions, etc. for next chapter or upcoming chapters! I'd love to hear from you guys! Idk what else to say but see you in the next chapter!) |
He was at work when I woke up in the early afternoon. It was a cold day but I was all snuggly and warm in bed and didn’t much feel like getting up. I never wear much to bed, even in winter a bra and knickers is fine for me. This morning was no different as I lazed in bed in nothing but my pink bra and grey bikini knickers.
I woke up needing to pee quite badly and in fact I could just feel the slightest touch of dampness against my pussy where I’d obviously sprung a small leak at some point, nothing to worry about though. I’m not a bed wetter by nature but it’s not uncommon for me to wake up desperate to pee with a certain dampness on my knickers. It happens.
Much like my boyfriend I’m very kinky by nature and peeing ourselves is very much one of our things. I do love to surprise him every now and then as well, sometimes I’ll leave a pair of soaked knickers for him lying around, he likes that a lot. Sometimes I’ll wear a skirt pee through my underwear into the toilet then return as if nothing has happened only to engage him in foreplay where I’ll place his hand on my wet pussy, that always drives him crazy. Today was no different, I knew he was due back from work soon and i decided to surprise him. My plan was simple, I’d slip into my pee jeans, we all have them, that one pair of jeans that just look so damn good when soaked with pee but you already know what I mean. Hold as long as I could and then let loose. Didn’t quite turn out like that though.
I jumped out of bed, stretched and wandered downstairs to make a coffee. By this point I could already feel my bladder aching, I knew it wouldn’t be long until I burst so feeling very horny, I slowly released a surge of pee through my underwear. I felt the warmth against my pussy and spread slowly towards my curvy bum. A small trickle slid down my left leg and dripped onto my foot. I’ve gotta be honest, what I felt in that moment was pretty overwhelming and without my permission I felt my bladder release another surge of warm pee through my grey knickers. I couldn’t help but rub myself as my pussy throbbed with naughty excitement.
I could have quite easily wet myself there and then but even though I was clouded by my desires I knew pissing all over the kitchen floor wasn’t a good idea so I wandered upstairs to the bathroom. Every step of the way my pussy was dripping pee and it was driving me crazy. I got to the top of the stairs and purposefully released another surge of pee, my plan was to dribble incessantly on my way to the bathroom to simulate a genuine accident and that is exactly what I did. It’s something I enjoy doing and I like to think I’m pretty good at it. Each step I took I grabbed my crotch and felt my pee trickle through my underwear. I jammed my thighs together to feel pee spread down my legs. It was bliss.
I stood in the tub and positioned myself in front of the mirror, my knickers were soaked from front to back. I tuned my back to check out the wetness on my bum, there was a large wet patch right across the back from side to side just above the gusset. I pulled my knickers up high, giving myself a wedgie and started pissing full force.
My pee went everywhere. It sprayed from side to side to side and thudded onto the tub making a large puddle at my feet. The stream of my pee down my leg made my pussy throb even more now and I found myself rubbing as I was peeing. I could have easily brought myself to a climax there and then but no, that would spoil the fun later. This was my boyfriends surprise and I wasn’t going to deny him his treat.
I finished pissing myself and checked myself out in the mirror. I pulled my knickers out my bum and straightened myself out. I thought I looked pretty damned hot. Grey really is a great colour to show wetness and these knickers were particularly kind to my figure. I shook off any last drips, dried off my legs and feet and moved to the bedroom to wait for my lover to get home.
I heard the door open and slam shut again soon after, he was due back so I knew, suspected it would be him and I couldn’t wait for him to see the wet surprise I had made for him.
I posed in front of the full body mirror. My grey knickers were soaked front to back. As usual my curvy ass was gobbling up the rear of my knickers and it kinda looked like I had a wedgie but I kinda liked it, I figured it showed my curve nicely and the wet patch seemed to go with the curve and was still hugely visible. I struck a few poses and made myself feel sexy and desirable. I could hear him clunking around downstairs as I stepped out the bedroom in nothing but my bra and piss soaked knickers and as I approached the stairs, I called his name.
I stood at the top of the stairs with my hands on my hips with my right thigh gently pushed into my left thigh, not enough to hide the evidence of my earlier “accident” but just enough to feel the dampness against my skin. It felt like an eternity but eventually I heard footsteps approaching the stairs, I composed myself. I could feel my excitement growing and my pussy responded.
I briefly closed my eyes to savour the moment, it was during this moment of naughty sexual excitement that all my sexual excitement came crashing down around me. I opened my eyes and there was my sister stood staring at me. I screamed the house down. I had never felt so humiliated in all my life, well except that one time I pissed myself in a school assembly but that’s a different story. I can’t remember the details of the conversation that followed but I tried to play it down, I mean it’s not like I was gunna tell my sister that I’d pissed myself on purpose or at all for that matter. I think I tried to persuade her that the water pressure on the tap had gone crazy. She wasn’t buying it though, maybe because it was so unbelievably obvious that I’d pissed myself and only an absolute fool would believe otherwise.
In the end I settled for letting her believe that I’d had an accident. It seemed the best thing to do, I didn’t want our sexual secret getting out and if that meant suffering the humiliation of my sister believing I’d simply wet myself by accident, then yeah I was willing to do that. It’s not like It was the first time my sister had seen me wet myself but regardless, it’s still hugely embarrassing.
Better luck next time I hope.
Hope you guys enjoyed this piece and any feedback would be appreciated .
Just FYI, Ive kept any individual descriptions to a minimum on purpose, I believe it should be down to the readers imagination.
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Before the story begins I want to say thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy. Also, I want to say this is a fanfiction based on the game Let it Die a free ps4 game that is wonderful in so many different aspects. These stories are not focused on the omo. that will be in the next part this is introducing characters and giving them back stories so i don't have to when i write the next chapters. there sare mionor omo elements in each. please feel free to review and critic so i can improve.Jackal X (male) age mid 20's
Inhaling deep from his cigarette he waited for the word. flicking his zippo open and closed. His boss, Mr. Yotsuyama, said all he'd have to do is drive. Xavier knew that his blood would only settle once he got to feel the warm sticky liquid of blood. beside him sat one of Mr. Yotsuyama latest, and in his opinion greatest creations. A high energy sword. it can cut through a humans like a scolding knife to butter. Saying a silent prayer to any deity that was listening. No, this wasn't a prayer for success, but for his two teammates to fail. Only then would he be allowed to leave the car, besides of course, tying up loose ends. He smiled.
He looked towards the pharmacy, their objective was to rob it blind of penicillin and anti -biotics. his gang, his family. needed it badly it seemed like lately infections are becoming increasingly common. "X you there" Said a familiar voice over the headset. "Yes come in Whiskey" Xavier said in a harsh tone of voice. "pull the car around, we got it. Those pussy doctors were so willing to give us anything we wanted once we shot the owners balls off" He said laughing."on it" Xavier shifted the car into drive and drove the block to the alley where the fun would begin.
Putting the car in park he popped the trunk and exited the black lincoln luxury vehicle. grabbing his sheathed sword he leaned against the cars exposed ass end. After what seemed like an eternity to the Impatient man, The two robbers turned the corner and removed their masks. "Haha you should've seen the way he squirmed X it was beautiful" Marcus laughed as he threw his bag into the trunk. "we got you a little something to" stated whiskey as he handed X a box of liquid acid. legalized since it was proven to be effective in schizophrenic patients. Putting his bag into the trunk he closed it hard. "Alrighty X unlock the car so we can get in, i hear sirens." Whiskey said with a tone of worry in his voice.
Xavier began to laugh unsheathing his blade her jammed in into Marcus's throat grabbing marcus's gun he shot Whiskey in the head. removing his blade from his fallen comrades throat he began to laugh even harder. "ha...haha... the -oh god.. hahaha... the look on your pathetic faces. Did you really think Mr. Yotsuyama didn't know about the supplies you were stealing.
He licked the blade clean of blood. he loved the irony taste it creating. it was almost as good as the blood his mother had when he butchered her.
Entering the car he looked at his watch. "huh, 30 minutes before I meet up with the boss to give him the good news. wonder if there is a place to eat around here." The black Lincoln backed out of the alley and preceded down the road. Assuming he could make the drive to Okinawa from here in about fifth-teen minutes or so. That is, If it wasn't for the massive earthquakes destroying the interstate. he drove off the ramp to be greeted by bumper to bumper traffic. sipping on his coffee he muttered to himself"Of course the time i need to piss there is traffic. he thought about exiting the vehicle and killing a driver a few cars ahead to speed things up a little. "No, that would only create more problems" he said to himself. He sent Mr. Yotsuyama a text saying he would be, late, that traffic was horrid since the last earthquake. all traffic now had only 1 lane to go through. this meant it was gonna be a long wait.
Gripping his crotch after thirty-three minutes of waiting he began to wonder if he really should've drank all of that coffee.
"Its fine he said, throwing the cup out the window watching it hit the car behind him's windshield. after seeing the driver flip him the bird. he turned around and shot a since bullet into the chest of that driver. "fucking old people, think because of their age they can flip anyone off" he thought to himself.
Another hour would pass, by now he couldn't remove his hand from his crotch. Man, I'm going to go piss a fucking firehose worth, his hand felt the first sign of his weakening bladder. Oh shit he said tightening his grip. "OohOoh no. " he said to himself. The killer of families, the butcher of okinawa does not piss himself. looking around he felt a pang of regret throwing out his cup. undoing his fly and button he sat up on one knee, pointing his erect member out the window "hehe, hey bitch, he yelled, Hows a free car wash?" As he finished his sentence he let it go. splashing all over the car beside him's window. they were honking in disgust but he didn't care, if they annoyed him to greatly he'd kill them. after all, he was the most wanted man in Japan. He did what he wanted, killed who he wanted when he wanted. This was his life. and that life was going to get more fun in the coming weeksJackal Y age low to mid 20's male
the young blonde, attractive male had a simple job. Kill the queen. Mr. Yotsuyama is paying him generously for this. He had been laying and waiting in the cheap motel for days now to make a shot. to the point that all of his bottles where filled with urine, but he dared not move, because he knew if he did that's when she'd move, He was a hitman, an assassin for hire. Normally he would be using a sniper for something like this. His, employer had a different idea. he gave him a pistol that shot high energy ion rounds, and the best part? the gun was neuro-wired to his brain. the bullets would hit any target he wanted no matter the distance. all he needed was to see the target in order to kill them.
Holding his crotch he waited. He knew he'd have time to piss after he fired the round. after all, a pistol round would never be suspected to come from 10 blocks away. It'd been so long since he used his real name he couldn't even remember what it was. Using the same name only made his job different. he went through the alphabet. starting at a, going one letter up after every kill. He'd already went through the chinese and japanese alphabet. now he was on the English alphabet. He was on X. and after the next kill He'd be on Y. and Why not? he after all, was the best killing machine the united confederation's government (collection of countries before the earth rage earthquake split the planet into four) ever made. he was bred, trained, and used only for killing. Keeping his legs tightly closed he shifted his weight off his ever increasing bladder. he knew he didn't have much time before he'd have to make a choice, risk waiting another week, or use the loo.
After another hour went by Y now had a small wet stain on his crotch.Then, just as he was ready to give up and go for the loo. He saw her. "alrighty X focus.... relax... after you pull the trigger. you will be Y.... In through the nose and out through the mouth. Aaannndd...Bang
The shot rang out filling his nostrils with the sweet smell of gunpowder and ion charge. the smell of death as he called it, filled him with euphoria. as he watched her old decrepit body drop he was in ecstasy forgetting for a second about his bladder. That is, till he felt an unfamiliar warmth running down his leg. He hopped up quickly but it was too late, his dam had burst. all he could do was hold back his moans of pleasure he felt after not only killing, but releasing so much pent up liquid. it was almost enough to trigger an orgasm. we calmly walked to the bathroom, showered, changed into a nice white business suit and left. smiling because he knew tomorrow he was going to be on some island, enjoying the rays of the sun. drinking some fruity drink whose name he couldn't pronounce. cops were pulling into his motel as he was pulling out. smiling he waved at them, obviously, a business man such as himself wouldn't know anything about the queens death...
hahaha or so they thought...Jackal Z age high teens female
playing with her yo-yo she listened to The insane Mr. Yotsuyama. as he preached about his plan to create a hell on earth and all he needed was the supplies Xavier would bring, and the death of the queen to instill terror before the grand masterpiece he was about to create. A Tower of Barbs , as he called it. She just figured he was a multi billionaire with too many wild, crazed ideas. He was,; however, completely, and utterly terrifying. A genius of medicine and ionic manipulation. after all. He created her special toy. On the outside it may appear to be a simple yo-yo. but in reality it was a weapon of massive power. the yo-yo hid several sharp, high voltage, ion blades that could rip and shred the flesh of anyone dumb enough to approach her. "Zhenga... Zhen-" his word were cut short the the yo-yo's toy form entering his mouth. "I told you before, the only people that can call me that are the one's I've sent to hell early. "She looked at him in anger. flipping the yo-yo back to her she resumed playing with it. "I need you to focus this item will be imperative to your job once the tower is created." Mr. Yotsuyama said. "I'm sorry Z, it looked like you were not listening." he said sarcastically. "I've heard the rant a thousand-and one times" she responded. "I know my job, our job, to use your little pen thing to secure weapons and armor to be sold in the black market after your tower is finished.," she said sharply.
In reality her focus was elsewhere. she had this heaviness in her pubic area that was just annoying the shit out of her. She had to pee horridly. Z held it during the flight from Shanghai to Okinawa because she hated public restrooms, she didn't know what herpe-super aids was on those toilet seats. Tuning out her employer she remember her life, killing her parents by the way of execution, she claimed they raped her. They didn't, they just didn't agree with her, habit of bringing stray animals in to kill. Especially after the Lion incident. She lived with her grandparents for about a week after, that is until she released flies into the house killing them both. ahh, the sleeping sickness. such a merciful way those two old bliksem (bastard) could've died. She would get adopted by Mr. Yotsuyama, well, kinda, he employed her and trained her to be a killing machine for his grand scheme. A sharp pain in her bladder snapped her back to reality. "God he's still blabbering on?" she thought to herself. "Um, sir," she began.
"Not now Z , I'm getting to the good part... now This machine will cause seismic tremors that will fracture the earths mantle and as the destruction begins I will use the excess space junk thats created to form my paradise of hell! He exclaimed in sheer joy.
Holding herself she felt the first splurt of urine escaped into her white ribbony panties "Sir I REALLY must" She nearly shouted "NOT NOW Z! For the love of Deities what is so impo-" he was cut off when he saw her. The powerful, and dependable young girl was crying. Tears streaming down her face as her bladder finally gave in. the warm clear liquid flooded her new panties. spreading the warmth down her legs the sound of water hitting the ground echoed across the chasm they here in. "Oh dear" Yotsuyama said in shock.
Falling to her knees in defeat she removed her hands letting the feeling over take her senses. she would orgasm from it. blushing ear to ear. "Why the hell did I enjoy that" she thought to herself. "Dear, go get cleaned up. I'm not in any hurry for your part..." He turned around to face his machine."Yes,sir, she said with obvious defeat in her voice. "Bugs get squashed?" he called to her. "Yes, bugs get squashed. She replied. It wasn't a formal apology, but it was as close as she knew she was going to get.
She hoped Xavier and The hitman, doesn't hear about this...
This was the last day before their lives would be forever changed...
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Turns out it it was the former. I included some fun facts about kombucha, an Abilene paradox, and some comfort. I know that’s not normally something I’d publish here, but what the hell. ?
“I don’t even like kombucha!” Chrissy said vehemently.
”Wait? Isn’t kombucha, like, a drink where you are from.” Heather said in confusion.
Chrissy glared. “Firstly no; even though my parents are from Korea kombucha isn’t Korean. And secondly; I’m from Ohio, bitch!”
“Oh! Like in America? I just thought that was a town in Asia you were from.”
Cheyanne rolled her eyes and watched the unmoving sea of cars in front of them in hope more than expectation. Heather wasn’t academically gifted. Of course she certainly made up for that in other areas, she needed yoga the least of any of them. But it was fun to all pile into Cheyanne’s minivan once a week and do some stretching together at the hippy yoga place on the other side of town. Cheyanne agreed with Chrissy about the kombucha, it tasted like fermented dish water and it always went straight to her bladder. One time last month she had only barely made it to her bathroom in time.
“Kombucha is from Manchuria originally. It spread through Russia to reach the West.” Ari informed the car.
”Where is Manchuria?” Heather asked. “Please say that it’s in Ohio.”
”No... uh... it’s near Korea.” Ari answered reluctantly.
”Whatever.” Chrissy said, “It tastes like ass and it makes me need to pee.”
”Me too!” Heather added vehemently. She had just assumed Chrissy would like kombucha, personally she hated it.
“Did you know kombucha contains both alcohol and caffeine? Utah had to pass special legislation to sell it.” Ari asked quickly.
”So why is it a post-yoga drink?” Cheyanne asked, surprised.
Ari shrugged, “Hippies like things that you can make in bathtubs?” That was something she would have to look up at some stage. Not that she particularly wanted to know anything else about kombucha, horrid muck, but she didn’t like not knowing something.
”Do you think traffic is going to get moving soon?” Chrissy asked
”Doesn’t look like it.” Cheyanne replied glumly. “You got somewhere to be?”
”No... just... I wasn’t kidding about needing to pee.”
”Me either!” Heather added.
”Well we are stationary in the middle of the Lafayette bridge so you are just going to have to cross your legs ladies.” Chrissy tried to joke even though she was feeling like she might be in trouble herself.
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”I’m seriously going to wet my pants!” Chrissy sobbed, “It really hurts.”
”I’m sorry honey but there just isn’t anything I can do.” Cheyanne said sympathetically, “it’s totally OK if you do. The car will clean, it doesn’t matter.”
”You don’t understand! I’ve never wet my pants!” Cheyanne looked over to see her best friend had tears running down her face.
”Never? It’s not so bad. And you’ll feel better.” Cheyanne tried to be encouraging even though her own bladder was killing her with its steady burning throb.
”I’ve wet myself like twenty times!” Heather was open about pretty much everything.
”Once when I was like three. I got spanked.” Chrissy said quietly.
”Oh... sweetie... it’s OK.”
”Yeah.”
The car fell quiet for a couple of minutes before Cheyanne became aware of a faint hissing noise and the sudden smell of urine. She looked over at Chrissy expecting to see her yoga pants darkening. But Chrissy just looked confused.
”Ari wet herself!” Heather announced.
”Ari?” Cheyanne called back. “Are you OK girl?”
”I’m sorry.” Ari whispered. “I tried to wait. At least until after...” Chrissy. But she trailed off rather than say it.
”It’s totally fine. Honestly I’m probably going to end up doing the same thing in a minute.”
”I’m doing the same thing now!” Heather volunteered
Sure enough the hissing was back. Cheyanne turned her head to check on her friends. Ari was pointedly looking out the window. Heather waved. At least someone wasn’t upset.
”Feel better?” Cheyanne asked.
”Uh-huh. Wetter though.”
”Well that’ll happen when you pee yourself.”
The car was suitably soaked. Traffic was still motionless. Her friends had already embarrassed themselves. Well... not Chrissy, but she was clearly going to any minute. Or Heather because she didn’t get embarrassed. But anyway, there wasn’t much point that Cheyanne could see to waiting until she literally burst when pants wetting was inevitable anyway.
Still, she didn’t want people to think she was giving up. Even though it was a defendable decision, wetting yourself on purpose just seemed wrong.
”Oh no!” She exclaimed as she relaxed her bladder muscles and felt the sudden rush of hot pee soak her panties and the seat of her yoga pants. It really did feel so much better than a bursting bladder.
Cheyanne looked over at Chrissy in the passenger seat whose tear streaked face suddenly morphed into shock for a moment before she covered her face with her hands and started to sob.
Cheyanne reached out and touched her arm, “It feels better, right. It’s all OK.” She didn’t get any response. If the damned traffic ever started moving Cheyanne resolved to drop Ari and Heather home first. Chrissy needed a quiet talk without Heather’s... carelessness.
Traffic did eventually start up again, Heather and Cheyanne talked about nothing just so the car wasn’t silent. Cheyanne did anyway, Heather would have talked to herself regardless. Cheyanne suspected she did when she didn’t have an audience.
She dropped Ari off first, who all but sprinted to her house with a murmured “Thanks.”
Heather didn’t move any faster then she usually would, content to let anyone look at her perfect ass, covered in soaked purple lycra/cotton/poly blend.
”You OK?” Cheyanne asked Chrissy when she stopped in front of her house.
”Not really. I just... I know you all have... but I’ve never had that happen.” Chrissy still wouldn’t look at her.
”I get it.” She didn’t really, but she wanted to. “But you got through it! And no one will tell anyone.”
”Heather probably will. She’s probably got a photo of herself on Facebook already, with us tagged. Hashtag peedmypants, hashtag friendsdidtoo.”
”I’m sure she doesn’t!” Cheyanne was not sure. But she sure hoped.
”Whatever. It’s not about people knowing anyway. I feel like I’ve let myself down.”
”Yeah... Are you going to be OK?”
”I guess so.”
”Why don’t you have a shower, you can give me a call after if you want to?”
”Thank Cheyanne. I’m sorry for making such a deal about it.”
”No no! I’m just sorry it happened. Let’s never drink kombucha again!”
Chrissy smiled for the first time in over an hour, ”definitely never!” |
Hey guys before I begin I wanna say Thank you for reading, as always any comments, suggestions, or critic you would wish to share with me is greatly appreciated. Now, I want to say the events of the story takes place a week before the Earth Rage incident. The series I'm writing takes place in the year 2026 A.D. HOWEVER; this is the part that may throw you. Let it Die, is a Game, WITHIN A game. The prior chapter was just to build character's personalities. Mostly for X and Z. Y is kinda. too cool for words in personality and really, because of that he is harder to imagine what he'd say. ALSO IF you see a number for example like this (*) it means look at that illustration. Prologue
"Hey Senpai!!!!" A man in a dark brooding Grim Reaper outfit on a skateboarded hollered.(1) In all honesty if this wasn't part of my daily routine it would be terrifying. This man makes carrying around a scythe sharp enough to slice flesh look natural.
"Hey Uncle Death. I replied watching the skateboarding grim reaper perform an ollie before landing flat on his face (video linked below shows the scene in reference), the sound he made on impact reminded me of the sound I make when I flip a pancake to high and it lands on the floor.
"I'd ask if you are alright, but I've seen you get up from worse" I yell towards him as he teleports behind me.
"So you going to the arcade?" Uncle D questioned.
"Where else would I go on a Saturday" I replied sharply.
"Well I heard Let it Die had an update last night, apparently for adventurers whom, beat floor forty get a special story about the Jackals, however, besides just an invisible hunger meter, you also have to urinate. imagine it. Taking a piss when all of a sudden "Boom! Screamer nails you with a nail gun..." hahaha get it. Uncle death continued.
"Hey Detox, Hey Mejin! " I yell entering the Akhibara arcade. This place is barely able to stay afloat. if it wasn't for the three regulars, Uncle Death, Mejin, and I it probably would've went under likes its ice cream machine years ago!
"Hey emo... weirdo.... pervert.... You didn't choke on a mushroom in your sleep I see..." Naomi Detox said playing on her phone. Despite her cold external attitude she is actually really nice...
"O..M...G It's abby's birthday, I'll send her a picture of me and Tom holding hands, because she is like in L-O-V-E with him. Hehe, Hope her day goes wonderful... bitch...She muttered to herself..
Okay, I take it back, she is kinda a wanker.... but, I like her. Usually.
"Hey Mejin got any tips for....." I begin as he cuts me off
"Not now brosphef, Brochado! I'm in the middle of a perfect run... with the new update there has been an influx of hackers.AS you know its my eat there children and leave their corpses homeless! Mejin says with authority an otaku of his caliber shouldn't have when his only company is a girl who hates him, a grim reaper and me
.... good times...good vibes...
Thinking about what he said I assumed he meant it the other way around but I know how he is, It's best to leave him alone till he looks over in my direction
Taking my seat uncle death sits across from me. "Are you ready? OH! I forgot to tell you, I just got back from my yearly medical check up. Turns out, I don't have any internal organs... Just this weird nasty black gunky shit."
Staring at him with confusion
"Aren't you the embodiment of death?" I ask
"Only on Sundays, Its crazy how many people die after church."Chapter 1. Jackals Maybe a Bad-ass But what do you do If your back is turned and you need too piss. Jackal MC Jackal Z.Death Drive 128
Game....Start....
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You can find your rewards in the main game section inside the reward box
Let it die *cough cough* let *cough* let it die The escalator began to sound the normal alarm.... I knew better than to try to destroy the alarm, after all it's to warn living people of our arrival. Mr. Yotsuyama said that it's so when someone who shows promise arrives at the top we can greet him or destroy him. Depending on his mood. Z hated that man, not only did his plan succeed completely in basically whipping out most of mankind, then he turns arounds and offers this bullshit rumor of riches and power beyond belief to anyone who can make it to the top. In reality this is so we can kill the would-be adventurer and sell their stuff on the black market, well, what's left of it anyway. X and Y said they were going to clear out the Fourth Don's area of any would be heroes. and work their way down they sent me to floor 1 to work my way up. Do they understand what those screamers on the lower floors are like? Little bugs waiting to be squashed. But like any bug. Occasionally one gets too close to killing one of us for comfort. We are like siblings now. I don't know what I'd do without them. Thinking on that she feels a small tear run down her face.
Starting from floor 1 she made her way to Floor 10 on floor 10 she would relieve herself and get some shut eye. traveling 10 floors even with her skills took time, sometimes it took a full 48 hours nonstop. Killing any carbon based life she saw and scanning the equipment took time. As always any new adventure that died on floor one wasn't carrying much of value. A few street cone converted helmets. A few aprons people thought would help protect them. A firework launcher or two. nothing of value.
Stepping onto floor two she sat down for a drink. sipping on the cool refreshing blueberry drink she favored. This was no gatorade (not sponsored). This drink was made from real blueberries Mr. Yotsuyama saved from the destruction for her as an apology of making her wet herself years prior. then it was imbued power from lifeshrooms, slowfungus. mouseshrooms, and lastly, and her personal favorite, bloodfungus (Medium)* it gave the blueberries such a rich and familiar taste. the same taste that X described as. "The taste of death." Taking a bite off a rat she grilled she continued up to floor three.
On the escalator she felt her bladder begin to give her signals that, nature called, but some force told her it wasn't necessary yet. she was a big girl, a bad bitch, the queen of the Tower of Barbs. Plus, the most deadly female to ever set foot on this accursed tower. mk-1 Coen(2), the guardian and first challenge to anyone climbing the tower approached her and kneeled.
"Floor 3 guardian, she began, has anyone dared to approach you?" She asked
"No, my unholy mistress. Any fool brave enough to come near me is, as you can see, dead or in my belly, human flesh is a treat, I must ask you to stay awhile...."he rambled on The jackals and the Dons are the only people these vile beasts respect. climbing from floor 3 to floor 4 was easy enough she was however; feeling that ever growing need to urinate increase. before it felt like a small stream, manageable. By now though, it was starting to increase. grabbing her crotch to fight a wave of desperation between screamer attacks. in her less focused state she made the mistake of leaning back instead of stepping back and took an Apocalyptic Hockey Stick to the face, slicing her cheek. With a punch empowered with rage she punched that undead twat's head clean off.
"Wait a minute, she said bending over, feeling her bladder protest this position. This hockey stick is abnormal." The blue enhanced wood was laced with incinderary chemicals, scanning the item she put it into her backpack. that would fetch a decent price, I would estimate about 3,500 kill coins or KC for short. Looking at the dead male corpse, or rather, redead corpse she saw the Great Britain Republic's logo, the Familiar GBR insignia was like acid in the throat. these people sent assassins for years to kill Y. I guess they still haven't given up... All he did was kill their queen...
Scanning his armor she pocketed it as well, this wasn't for the black market. she collected insignias she wanted to keep track of all the teams she has disposed of. brushing her hands on her white high cut dress, she sighed noticing the blood stain on the leg part. she kicked the corpse "FUCKING BASTARD DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH DRY CLEANING COSTS NOWADAYS!! She screamed. This was Z's favorite dress, her good luck dress. the only time its even gotten dirty was when something bad was going to happen. She shook the negative thoughts from her head and continued on.
On the fifth floor she encountered a rather, friendly bone tuber as in his shiny claws couldn't stay off her ass. She with the persuasion of removing one of those said claws convinced it molesting her wasn't a good idea. by now she was doing a pee dance between every couple of rooms. "What am I doing? Torturing my body" Zhenga thought to herself. Again though, for some reason she felt the need to continue, reaching the escalator to the 6th floor only meant 1one thing to her. almost at her goal of ten floors before pissing. she sat on the rising stairway and sipped on her drink. while its healing properties fixed the scratch on her cheek it did nothing to aid in her blood stain on white problem...
The sixth floor was never a laughing matter, between tower crazed survivors, hatrified fighters that still knew how to shoot their pistols or even worse wield their blades, and screamers. If this wasn't bad enough, the second true challenge to any climber was on this floor. the Mk-1 Jin-Die(3). If Z was the baddest bitch of the tower Jin-die was the second baddest bitch. approaching the empty chasm she lived the familar sound of a woman's laughter echo'd across the walls. "Hello, Z" the matrion's voice echo'd around the chasm. "I assume you already know why I'm here?" Zhenga asked with impatience. The corpses of any foolish human has already been added to myself. I only take their flesh and skulls. Their junk, is over there" Jin-die said pointing her camera's to an area by the exit. Looking through this Z realized the Jin-Die was correct. All this shit was junk.
The seventh floor was the hardest floor yet. the entire walk was met with Z yelling at herself, "Just take a piss god dammit" but she couldn't. her body was trembling with desire having to keep one hand buried into her crotch. Game paused
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Removing the headset I looked at Uncle Death. "Hey bro, whats the button to make her pee, she looks like her dam is gonna burst any second," I asked him
"I think its L1-R1 plus square at the same time." He replied
"Thanks bro" I responded Game resuming...
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She made it to the eighth floor. God she needed to pee, she felt the first warm splurt go into her black laced panties. feeling her crotch she determined the damage wasn't severe. "Hell, she said aloud, I'm this close to floor 10. I can make it" Although, she wasn't to sure of this herself. between the need to make quick adjustments and stay hydrated she knew this would be harder than she thought. in the middle of a huge wave of desperation she let out a two second long leak. she shrieked alerting the screamer in front of her of Z's presence. Holding her crotch unable to move she felt the first firework impact her chest. Doing everything she could to avoid a full on wet dress. she slung the yo-yo ahead of her, slicing that screamer in two. this momentum caused her to lose her grip for a second, but a second was all it took for a small nickel sized wet spot to appear on the dress. I'm wetting myself I have to go now. She finally felt like it was allowed to go. crouching beside the edge of one of the rooms she pushed her panties aside. pulled her dress up, and let the torrent go. it was then she felt a blow land on the back of her head. she saw stars falling on her butt she could only think "who hit me" regaining her focus she felt the warm liquid running down her leg. she managed to get it under control again. "Great" she said looking at the damage. there was now a very moderately sized wet patch on her dress. about the size of a coconut. turning around she punched the figure that attacked her. going straight through his undead chest and ripping out his heart. squeezing it the beast was shattered falling appart like dust.
"Z.. come in It's X" she heard over her headset
"I hear you X" she replied
"we have a problem on the thirty-fourth floor we need you up her pronto, Y's down he's been shot by a sniper. We are pinned down, I've applied oriental medicine too the wounds but if we dont remove this issue soon. He may not be the only one needing dry cleaning." X said jokingly with obvious stress in his voice
but, she lost him after he said Y was down all she could think was "no-no-no-no" she ran to the nearest elevator ignoring the feeling of warm liquid running down her leg she didn't care. Her brother in arms needed her. And she was going to kill the bastard who shot him. by the time her rage settled into composure the damage was done, her panties, her dress her pride was all soaked she didn't care. She could blame it on sweat after all.
Using the elevator was a long slow process she didn't mind it normally but right now she was in a hurry. using a flame baton to dry her dress enough to make the stain not as noticeable she knew she'd still smell bad. taking one last big swig of her drink she dumped the remaining liquid onto her, she could say she fell taking a drink and spilled in on her, after all the combination of mushrooms could cause temporary loss of balance. not as bad as cateyeshrooms, or heartshrooms but still could be bad.
arriving on the floor she could smell the super charged gunpowder. She could her the explosive shots. she ran towards it climbing up the burning debris that was in her way, she knew her body would be drained tomorrow she didn't care, not now, not when her brother was holding it together with mushrooms and X's subpar medical skills. after all X was the bad-ass, the brute of the team. I'd seen him use his blade in ways no ordinary man could. however, even if he was also her brother, she knew if anyone was gonna notice that he wet herself from the smell it was gonna be him. That wanker had the sense of smell of a bloodhound, and boy did he use it when it was to fuck with either of them.
At last, she made it to the scene, in front of her was the sniper, she was going to kill him in the most brutal way imaginable. using her rage she threw the yo-yo causing its high energy wire to slice through the man's arms. disarming him, literally, and figuratively. kicking that sorry bastard in the face she held his mouth open putting the toy into his mouth she activated it causing spinning ionic blades to tear through him, his screams were muffled by his gargles on blood. when his body quit twitching only then did she pull back her weapon.
Hopping down from the ledge she ran towards X and Y. she gasped when she saw Y. his blood was everywhere there was a humongous hole, about the size of a .45 from close range in his shoulder near the area of an artery.
" I stopped the bleeding; but you should take him to Mr.Yotsuyama. He'll be able to patch him up." X said with the look of worry on his face, his visor was clear. its normal black look was disabled so he could show emotions. For the first time Z saw a tear come out of his face. This was the first time she'd ever seen him cry. Y was the responsible one , the one they all relied on. now he needed her. Picking him up gently."What will you do?" She asked him. "I'll continue the mission down to floor 9" He replie walking off. Sighing. she carried him to the express elevator. He was heavy. But, she wasn't going to let him die because he was "too heavy" punching in the floor number. Floor 40 she prayed to the Mother Barbs that he will be safe. The doors open. Mr. Yotsuyama was within sight.
"WE NEED A MEDIC"She shouted at the top his her lungs. and several of his elite guards came running. Following behind was a gurney and medic squad. All together Mr. Yotsuyama had about 100 employed through him. 93 of which were normal joes, doctors, scientist, soldiers the like. 4 were Dons. 3 jackals. then he had his vile creations guarding floors. Coen, Jin-die, Goto-9, and the most vicious he has never dared to replicate U-10. I watched in horror as they took him away.
Please... Let him be alrightExiting,,,
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"Closing time Emos" Ms. Detox yelled at the three of us. I could feel tears running down my face. Uncle death without saying a word in his normal sarcastic self just walked away. Mejin left. And I left. That wasn't real. I told myself. But, my heart felt different.... I just carried my dying brother to be saved.... I may hate the jackals when i fight them... but man, I hope Y is alright I thought to myself as I began the cold wintry walk home.End of Chapter 1.Afterwords.
Hey guys me again. thank you for reading this.
please remember to watch the video, and look at the images below to help visualize this stuff.
Also jin-die collects skulls because he fires them out the railgun inside her chest.
*Bloodfungus comes in 3 sizes small medium and large. |
Before I begin as always thank you for reading. :) same rules as last time (*) means look at image or video thank you.
Prologue
"SENPAIIIIII!!!!" A voice behind me yelled. Sighing I turned around to witness a radical kickflip, "He actually landed it!" I said to myself.
"Where ya headed senpai?" The Grim Reaper asked.
"The same place I always head after college classes, The arcade" I respond to him walking away. "following behind me he popped off a question I didn't want to answer.
"Why did you let Z piss herself?" He asked.
"Because, my controller wasn't responding" I replied blushing.
"Uhhhuh" Uncle D replied winking through his psychedelic glasses
Opening the door to the arcade, the familiar chime of the bell awoke Naomi from her phone. "Hey uncle Death, hey less-creepy emo" She yelled from behind the counter (1)
"Hey Naomi" we say together" "I'm in here you know, most people would find being called a creepy emo an insult" Mejin commented glued to his game. "Hush, creep, what would you do give us a bad review on fluff book?" she said sarcastically!
Ignoring their bickering we sat down in our normal seat booting up the death drive 128. The only thoughts running through my mind was what could the next chapter of the dlc hold for us.Chapter 2: Blood only brings pleasure| Jackal MC XDeath-drive 128....
Let...Let it Die
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Please collect your rewards from the Reward box in the main game... Slice! Hack! Splurt! Torture! Murder! Hatred! These were the things that had defined Xavier's existence. For the first time in the young murderer's life her felt something else. was this?? Sadness!! Shaking those thoughts from his head he continued on with the mission. every so often allowing an enemy to graze him with their blades or bullets. He wanted the pain, he longed for the torture. Torment, was all he knew, all he would ever know. The dangerous brute sat on the escalator to the thirtieth floor. taking big gulps from his crimson, liquid. His drink was different than the other two's. his was made of pure bloodium (L) spliced with mouseshrooms. The rage inducing, healing liquid tasted like the blood he so longed for. He wasn't a masochist, He simply loved the glimmer of hope in opponents eyes thinking that because they got their one "hit" in they could defeat him. Like always seeing the light get squashed out of their eyes made him excited. made him feel complete. His only complaint in life was his bladder. The bloodium went straight through him causing the annoying sensation of needing to piss.
Arriving on the 30th floor he yelled out "LITTLE BITCH BOY CROWLEY GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" To further his annoyance of course the child turned elder wizard was nowhere to be seen.(2)"I'M GOING TO COUNT TO THREE AND THEN YOU'RE GETTING AN ASS SPANKING" X yelled into the dark room. "Calm yourself mortal" an old voice echo'd out from the darkness. "what you seek is already below you" the voice continued. unsheathing his blade he saw the old man was correct. scanning the items he only found one thing of interest, a GBR insignia on the armor of one of the foolish explorers. "Those, weaklings are still after Y?" he thought to himself pocketing the insignia he continued on. turning around only to flash grenade the room. smiling he left. He knew the old fucker hated light he was all about complete and utter darkness. that would give him something to meditate on for next time X comes through.
by the twenty-sixth floor he started to grow concerned. his bladder was now sending him signals that he had to piss, and worst of all he couldn't. Something was telling him to press on. Xavier, being the prideful pone, was not going to let anyone or anything see him desperate. continuing to drink from his canteen he made short work of the screamers on the floor. again GBR insignias littered their armor. this was worrisome. An expedition here and there was normal from every country. but he was seeing full on riot gear and tear gas canisters on the redead corpses.As his need to urinate increased he felt his larger than normal penis begin to harden in desperation. "Ignore it for now he said to himself. Pressing on now in possession of a whole squads worth of GBR insignias. He knew he would have to report this to Mr, Yotsuyama. He was fearless nothing scared him, except for that man. he was dangerous. Not the same way X was . In the kind of dangerous he would lie straight to your face then shoot you in the back as you walked away. He'd seen him do it before to soldiers who fail missions. he hoped like hell Y didn't get that treatment. IF he did, X was so taking his gun
The 26th floor was unique in the face it had two guardians. A jin-Die outfitted with electromagnetic shockwaves and a Coen who is actually half-ass intelligent. unlike the floor 3 coen this one was actual troublesome to anyone climbing the tower. "Bottom Boy! Anal Bitch!" He shouted into the empty courtyard. immediately he was greeted by a female voice that reminded him of his mother. "Hhelloo X" she said uncloaking herself. The abomination was disgustingly beautiful. The smell of death and decay made Xavier's heart pound in a way he's only felt since he killed his parents. Lust.
"You know why I'm here don't you?" he asked "To claim the luggage of our unwelcomed visitors?" she said pointing to a pile in the middle of the room. "Where's your sexual deviant friend" X asked, not really caring but concerned because if he left the 26th floor that could disrupt the balance of the tower Mr.Yotsuyama worked so hard to maintain. "Wee hhad a fffight. Ie... killed him*" she said laughing maniacally? Smiling in amusement he knew Mr. Yotsuyama would be indifferent to the news. after all. A Coen as the most basic of all the abominations in the tower. with u-10 being the worst he by far was the weakest. Scanning the materials of the dead challengers he proceeded down the escalator.
He felt a wave of desperation hit him. having to quickly grab his crotch to avoid leaking he stood frozen. he felt something he feared most. warmth. a 3 second long leak escaped. Barely regaining control he examined the damage.;a penny sized wet spot on his white cargo pants. enjoying the feeling of pain and torment this caused his body he drank from his canteen." I should do this more often" he said to himself
At this point he was fully erect a nice sized tent protruded from his crotch. He was openly holding himself as he sliced through wave after wave of enemies. fighting his way to the floor 24 escalator. but, his bladder had other ideas, he doubled over in pain as his dam finally burst. hot uring shot through his pants with the force of a jet ski on smooth tides. he tried to no avail stopping the stream moaning in relief. he began trembling in pleasure. as the warmth ran down his legs filling his shoes with the hot smelly liquid. it felt incredible. after he finished he set up a camp. allowing for his pants to dry over a fire. in the meantime... he decided, it was time to let out some pent up stress. exposing his member he took his hand up and down the shaft. till the ultimate bliss. shooting a load over a dead corpse in front of his camp. smiling at the disgrace he had done, wiping his hands clean he removed the sleeping bag from his pack and laid down. he was excited for tomorrow, because he knew he would experience this all over again. IF he wanted.Logging out...
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"Okay emos, closing time" Naomi yelled from behind the counter.
"I'm disappointed we were unable to see Y's fate in this last chapter" Uncle Death commented as we walked out the door.
"The game probably wants us to wonder in suspense for awhile." I replied causally.
Looking over my shoulder at Naomi who was locking the arcade door behind her. her hand leaving her crotch only for a second to lock the door before hurrying off.
"hahaha I KNEW IT!" Uncle Death exclaimed to me
"What?!" I asked.
"You like people wetting themself!"
"Maybe" Was all the reply i could muster blushing in embarrassment at the comment... maybe he was right...
* Jin-Die's talks in a slow drawn out way that is cute, but disturbing when not expecting it. |
Author's notes
Hey thank you again for reading this series. The first arc will end this chapter. Now before we begin u-10. The main antagonist for the upcoming part is the ONLY sub-boss to be on only 1 floor and is the ONLY sub boss I myself have not fought (being stuck on the 28th floor. I have also yet to face crowley or the 4th don. Out of 4million+ downloads only .5% of the downloaders have beat floor 40 aka the forth don. it is a challenge i want to climb. I did however watch a video of u-10's kit and abilities to make this like up better with the game. AGAIN. THIS GAME IS FREE ON PS4 AND ID GREATLY RECOMMEND TRYING IT OUT IF YOU LIKE THE SOULS SERIES. Suda 51 made this game along side, killer 7 and heros must die.
ALSO in let it die YOU are the main character
and the owner is never revealed so i had to make up an asian sounding name on the fly. I like Yakashiro, it sounds formal
Prologue
Man I love college, attend only four days a week, little obligations, plus I can sleep in as long as I-
My internal monologue was cut short by the sudden buzzing of my cellular device.
"Hello"
"Hey Storm It's Mr. Yakashiro the owner of the Hater Arcade. Could you cover Ms.Detox today, She had an... incident on the way home from work last night. Seeing that out of our three regulars You're the only one not a complete and utter creep. I will remove your tab you owe for drinks.
"Alrighty sir When do you need me there?"
"In 10 minutes" He said as he hung up
10 minutes..... 10 minutes thats... holy shit! Thats like...groggy brain trying to process the analog clock.....two moves on the clock!
Hurrying to get dressed and run out the door *insert cliche toast in mouth run here*
I ran the 5 blocks it took to get to my normal hangout.
"Ahh... Storm, you made it, I was begining to worry" Mr. Yakashiro said with a devilish smile.
unlocking the door and tossing me a name badge,
"This is your ship now, please... don't disapoint me he says in a voice that makes the blood that runs through my veins turn to ice water in Antarctica.
"Well no one else is here... might as well continue till someone needs me" I mutter to myself as I log in...Chapter 3: How do I feel. Main Jackal MC. Jackal Z Death Drive 128Logging in please wait....
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The only sound that mattered right now... That beeping. It meant Y was still alive. As long as I heard that noise, I could relax. But, I couldn't relax. My nerves shook in fear like a little girl who was separated from her mom at a village gathering. I wanted to cry. I dared not show weakness though. With the medics entering and exiting the white, claustrophobic room. The smell of bleach and disinfectants made her nose hurt.her chair, the monitors, and the bed where Y laid was all that could fit in here. I couldn't work in conditions as small as what these rooms were.
"Please be alright Y" Zhenga heard herself say aloud. Her tear clouded vision could still see the familiar shape enter the room. "Zhenga, get some rest, use the facilities, eat. Please do something other than sit in here. Its... a depressing sight." The man began. It was Mr. Yotsuyama .
"I should've been there" Was all I could muster.
"We can live in regret or live to accept that in our line of work casualties happen" He said coldly revealing what was hidden in his lab coat pocket. a small glock 17. The glock he'd gotten me for my fifth-teenth birthday.
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I've seen X receive worse and you didn't flinch. What is Yoseph to you" He asked me with a certain look, the look of a father who saw his daughters tattoo ridden boyfriend for the first time.
"I... He's our partner. Our friend..."Z began to ramble scared of what he could do.
Pointing the gun at him he said cold enough to make ever muscle in my body want to cry out... But, I wasn't a little girl. I was an assassin, his assassin.
"If I were to shoot him, What would you do?"
"Feeling the dam burst from my eyes tears began streaming down my face.
"Please, sir....Don't!" Was all Z could muster.
"This failure must be paid for, if not by him then by wh-"He began before i cut him off
"ME!" I said sharply
"Pointing the gun at me he said three words that no man has ever said to me and lived to tell about "Open your mouth"
Complying I did feeling the cold metal enter my mouth. It tastes just like gunpowder or, as Y would've described it. The taste of eliminating a target.
He smiled as I stared into his eyes in defiance.
"Bang" he said as I felt something hit the back of my mouth. I gagged. and he laughed choking on an irony taste I spit out a flag
A FUCKING FLAG GUN!
Walking away he said "Let this serve as a lesson to you, Emotional attachments only lead to heartache, and will cloud your judgement during a mission. I won't forbid the union.However; If it comes between you two and a mission I will not tolerate failure because of your little love bird feeling"
After he left I punched the wall.
"Dammit" I said as I cried....
"Yoseph... your name is Yoseph..." I smiled grabbing his hand...
How do I feel about him, I know now... I loved him. I would die for him. His swagger, his confidence was something any woman would lust for, but even despite the hell we are forced to live through. I want him. I want a family. I want, for the first time in my life. I want to create life not destroy it.Staff this is an emergency warning.... A U-10 (1) has escaped from the lab facilities and is running rampage. Emergency generators are within his rampage zone...
The voice was cut off as the lights started to dim
"NO! I thought to myself if the power goes out he will die!!! The machines providing a way for oxygen to reach his lungs would be turned off!
Grabbing my yo-yo I ran towards the elevator.
"Research labs are through the basement of this institution on the 37th floor for incase this happened it couldn't reach us or the civilians on the 41st floor!
Okay what do we know about u-10 She thought
He hates electricity,...errr...... I asume.... Given his direct connection to a symbiotic parasite that drains energy from the air...Ding thank you for riding Mother Barbs express...el...iva...tor.... The voice cut off with the door half open. Squeezing through I began my search,
Bodies litter the ground like dying was the new fashion trend. Blood against every corner of the walls. The pipes were damaged. Everything was destroyed, She hoped she could find this cum guzzling bitch quickly and dispose of it.
"5 minutes" She said aloud. That's how much time she has till the hospitals reserves run out.
following the blood she found her. the abomination up close and untamed was terrifying. Its organs on display like a trophy it wore the internal intestants of victims like a scarf. some sick trophy. It made her ill. She was no stranger to gore but, at least she showed those she killed enough respect to not mutilate their empty shells.
U-10's don't eat, this isn't for food. This is sport her mind was yelling at her.
taking a bite out of a cateye shroom feeling the poison working causing her eyes to perceive 1000 frames per second she confronted the ghastly creature.
"Hey ugly cunt!" she yelled
"HAHA a new visitor! We like fun.... Killing is the best kind of fun... " it began dropping from its position on the ceiling to confront Z." We love the sound of slaughter and we can't spell slaughter without laughter!!! " the creatures maniacal laughter echoed through the halls. It was almost enough to scare Z. She just smiled she remember she was the baddest bitch in the tower this freak wasn't going to rape her of that title.
The fight began.
Lashing her yo-yo around the creatures tail she activated its blades and ionic wire to slice through the tail except... it wasn't cutting
Smiling in its deranged state it pulled her close punching her in the bladder. before throwing her to the ground.
she felt the familiar warmth fill her crotch and run down her legs. trying to get up she felt her momentum get pulled and pinned.
"OoOoHh, wheres that attitude we saw" u-10 began
Right... behind you" she managed before the sound of gunfire filled the room...
5, no 10, no 30 bullets filled the creatures skull
Looking up at her savior Z couldn't believe it.
X was standing there with his cocky ass smile.
"Awe whats wrong pretty lady, u-10 give you some problems.... Didn't your mom ever teach you to not bite off more than you can chew" he said offering me a hand.
" I knew your ugly ass wouldn't miss a chance to slaughter a creature more deadly than you" I laughed coughing up blood
"easy, your ribs are broken". he said picking me up. "that is unless u want your blood out of your body like your urine." he continued as he carried her.
He gave me a fluffyfungus, I t would allow me to sleep and let the doctors work.
"the, emergency power-" I began before he cut me off.
"already took care of it, Crowley is to thank for that... I convinced him to give me 1 favor in return I'd give him a collection of grenades. He is using his lightning wand to power the higher floors" Smiling he looked at me "Aren't I the greatest" He laughed arrogantly
"Yeah the best butcher a girl could hope for," I responded between bites
before I lost consciousness all my mind could think was "Thank Mother Barbs, Y is going to live.
Placing Z in the elevator he pressed the button for the hospital floor. standing on the other side of the door he watched it rise up.
"This is why we work in a group" X muttered to himself as he waited for the Tactical Response Team's mechanic to arrive and for grunts to remove the abomination's corpse.
Sitting down he pulled out a flask. He had never been too keen on alcohol but, watching his sister and brother almost die... It made him want to experience something new... something of a greater sin that the mindless killing. complete and utter blackout drunk state. 1 hour later
Waking up Z looked around. Y was staring at her.
"Morning sunshine" he said.
She hugged him. The bloodium Iv hooked to her arm had healed most of the damage done by the u-10 she felt tears flowing down her cheeks
"Whoa whats wrong?" he asked
She slapped him
"Never EVER scare me like that again!" she said with a tone of relief in her voice
"I'm sorry Z-"He began, but she shut him up with something the hitman had never before received. A kiss out of pure love.
Grabbing her hands he accepted it...
smiling internally... Z knew life was living hell. but, as long as he was with her.... she could go on... for another day at least.END OF ARC 1
Example of a u-10 fight below
Edited September 13, 2018 by StormrReaper
mistake with time frame
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Author's notes
Hey guys arc 2 is about to begin. now this part arc is a little bit weird. hahaha I know right, me writing something kinda off-putting. truth is. I had writers block... kinda hardcore, I've had the first arc written for about 3 days and just wasn't satisfied with it. Thanks to Melificentfan (shoutout) I was able to figure out what I wanted to do with Y. It may be hard to believe, but, he's actually my favorite character. Originally X was gonna get shot. But, i kinda figured with his personality he would like it too much. ALSO I want to say thank you for trying the game. The community grew 10 new members within the last 3 days. I'm not sure if its connected but given it stalled for 2 weeks at 4,444 people I say it didn't hurt any. WARNING NO WETTING OR DESPERATION IN THIS STORY JUST PLOT DEVELOPMENT
Prologue
"Hey senpai.... Hello? Earth to the man wearing the Neuro-reality kit...." Uncle Death said waving his hands in from of the unresponsive gamer's face.
"Yo, Big D Daddy! Broseph! What's crackin my...." Mejin stopped seeing the infatuated Gamer.
"Man, my mom said too much T.V was bad for me... This ; THIS! takes the cake." He continued...
"Hey Mejin, hear what happened to Naomi, she totally pissed herself on the way home last night. I got it on video!"Uncle death exclaimed
""Whoa! Lemme see!" replied an excited Mejin, nose dripping at the thought of seeing that stuck up girl humiliated.
"Here, Check this out" Uncle death said laughing to himself.Chapter 4: To forget it all would be a gift. Jackal MC: Jackal Y
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"We need a medic over here" A voice screamed as gun fire bellowed out from defensive barricades.
A Red Cross soldier came running putting his hands against the bleeding mans artery. Watching the blood run through the medics fingers all Yoseph could think was
"It should've been me"
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"Corporal Yoseph!" The girl! I'll cover you!" screamed the Lieutenant
Running through the lines of gunfire. desert sand blowing against my face scratching every inch of exposed skin. This was worse than any shattered glass I'd walked through as a child.
She smiled at me... and pulled the cord...
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"Can you hear me Yoseph" The doctor began. "We managed to remove the shrapnel but; there was permanent damage. The section of the brain that determines what memories are saved was destroyed."
"Whats that mean doc?" I asked
"That means you will never forget anything. every second of your life will be played back like a video; however, the brain wasn't designed to store that much information. We don't know how long it will take. Eventually though, you will collapse... When that happens, no one can save you"
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He awoke with a start to the sound of breathing grabbing his handgun he looked around... "Someone's in my bed, sleeping.!"I thought to myself.
Standing up pointing the gun at the hidden silhouette under-the-covers ready to blow this creep away. Revealing the intruder. "What's wrong Yoseph? A familiar voice rang out from under the covers. It was Z.
The memories can flooding back like a freight train on ice. unable to stop. The horrific things he witnessed as a soldier, as a freelance hitman. the warzones, The families ripped apart by his hands. More importantly, however, was the recent truth that Z had been hiding all along. "She loved him" He said under his breath.
"Sorry Z..err... Zhenga..." he started "I need some air" Getting dressed he put his mask on. He remembered when the atmosphere wasn't toxic. When a baby wasn't forced to be born with lung issues from the doomspores clouding every breath you take. That is, if they were lucky and not stillborn from the solar radiation the Earth Rage allowed to be let past the atmosphere.
Putting the Mary Jane cigar up to his mouthpiece he inhaled deeply. Holding the rich fruity, yet skunk like flavour in his mouth he said aloud to himself "Blueberries"
"You're up early." Mr. Yotsuyama said leaning against the rail beside Y facing the sunrise
"Couldn't sleep" I replied quickly
"Memories again" He asked
"Yes, sir" I answered.
"I wanted to ask you something" He said
"Go ahead, worst I'll do is shoot you." I replied
"Haha that's exactly what I'm afraid of" He replied "What do you think of Zhenga's sudden emotional attachment" He continued.
"In all honesty sir, I think it was always there. I'm not ignorant or blind to emotions. I don't know what made he suddenly realize that was why she followed my orders. Whatever it was, I've never seen her smile as much as she has in the last few weeks." I said questioning the response I gave.
His next words chilled me in a way that only a father could
"I don't exactly forbid the union, BUT, if you so much as make a tear escape her eye, I will not hesitate to accidentally let the GBR find out exactly where in the tower you are." He said walking off.
"So long Yoseph" He said over his shoulder. taking a drag off a cigar as he walked off,,,, wait.... HOW THE FUCK! That was MY CIGAR. That man was crafty, ghastly crazy, and above all else the physical embodiment of evil. The only man that could ever compete for the title of "The devil himself" was X. X is a fucking lunatic. He made the mad scientist look like a saint sometimes. especially; when I have to go through his.... "Play dungeon". Never again will I witness the atrocities I saw in there.
Sighing he sat down. How did he feel about Z's confession. He didn't know what to think. His parents abandoned him to an orphanage that trained terrorist. Rescued by the Chinese military he would later join them. Proving that he was the best marksman in China was easy to him. he would use his resources in the special forces to track down and kill those horrid people, he had to consider his parents. Only by birth maybe. The satisfaction he felt in their death would lead him down the road to be an assassin for the chinese military before killing his only friend and commanding officer with the decision to try to save a little girl in iraq. Luckily only a third of the explosive charges actually went off. She was a walking warhead otherwise.It was through his death. That I was able to receive a donor lung to replace the one destroyed beyond repair. three weeks he would lie unconscious in that medical coma.
He's often been asked what the afterlife looks like, being legally dead for 5 minutes before miraculously recover, and stabilize. He knows only one thing. He isn't going to heaven. He saw eternal flames, searing flesh, it looked like something out of a B rate gore flick on steroids before an indie convention.
Focusing his eyes on the courtyard below him he saw soldiers training with bone tubers, and rejected coens. The philosophy was if they could beat a reject they could handle the real thing... "Yeah right" Y muttered under his breath. Half of these soldiers would die in the training drills the other half would end up screamer food. watching one man be ripped in half and the intestines fly out like confetti from a birthday party. He wasn't feeling the torture today. He pulled out his gun...bang
The Coen dropped. The men cheered thinking they dropped the monstrosity. He smiled. "How do I feel about Z" He said to himself. "I would die for her."
Walking back to the corridor that connected the three jackals rooms. they had a Y shaped floor. Each end of the Y was a room. X's was the farthest away, but closest to the courtyard. Walking past him door he heard a woman screaming and laughter coming from behind the door.
By now Y knew better than to intervene in X's fun last time he was lucky to make it out with only damaged pride and a haunting memory.
Walking down the stone stairs etched into the tower he made his way down the the central plaza. As he called it. Battle ground 1. This was where the hell began. Where the machines Mr.Yotsuyama had tore the earth apart. "I could've stopped it"
Looking at the grand clock inscribed to an old oak tree it was after 7 am now. His day, was only beginning. This was a day, that none of them will ever forget.End of chapter 4
Edited September 14, 2018 by StormrReaper
wrong chapter listed at end lol its chapter 4 not chapter 1
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Hey guys as always thank you for reading I hope you enjoy.Also warning this chapter is very much sexual and not intended for certain readers, and this is a fictitious if the fbi show up to my house I'm blaming you susan!!!!!Prologue
"Hmm I dunno broskey, I think Bro-cha-do finally kicked the bucket" Mejin said
"hahaha, not yet" Uncle death replied
"How do you know?" Mejin asked
"Because, his erection is twitching every few seconds as if it was being stimulated by the neuro-connection to the game." Ms. Detox said
"Super like creepy. Like, Mega emo creep, stalker cradle robbing creepy" she coldly continuedChapter 5: The mind of a madman. Main Jackal| Jackal Xlogging in please wait....
3...
2...
1...
Daily login reward...
1 golden pillbug
Please collect all rewards from the main game's reward box...
Thank you...
....
Let it die....
The same routine. wake up... slice a throat. Go to work... slice two throats. Going to sleep... slice my own damn throat." I muttered to myself...
Walking past the adjacent rooms his teammates were now sharing. I guess chicks dig a man who has sex with death's sweet release. only to pull the "one night stand card" and survive. I'm jealous... Not about Y and Z, despite how weird he felt about it... We were basically unrelated siblings. last few years of non-stop battles, missions, and operations within the tower. I guess it was natural eventually our bonds would develop to something. I just never imagined she'd go full on puppy dog on them. after all Zhen...Zen.... what was her real name again? Zemboski??? No, I think that was a boy band... one I got very.... touchy feely with...and that's a metaphor for murder....I bet you thought I was a pervert left brain.... and guess what...That's also a metaphor, for my penis.... yeah who's the pervert now. Still me? DAMMIT!
He saw Mr. Yotsuyama and Y talking against the rail. Sighing about his normal dumping of body parts spot being occupied he returned to his quarters. Inside he was greeted by the fragrance of cheap cologne, lavender candles, dry cleaning, but, his personal favorite: decomposition. Gods rigor mortis more like rigor more of this... Ever since he discovered the cheap and easy torture simply holding your bladder could be he'd grown semi-addicted to it. The feeling of bursting. Like a rowboat taking too much water. to be pushed to the point of exasperation. then be granted an ultimate bliss. He loved it.no he needed it. He loved to implement it into his nightly fun. See he is a sociopathic sadist. no more no less, he loved capturing fighters thinking that they'd be sneaky and climb at night. tie them up... and rape them, humiliate them. diapers, salt dildos, anything and everything to destroy, mutilate, corrupt, and break these adventurous prideful women. It however; was growing rather tame for him. He'd had the doctor create a V.R training simulation where he would battle himself. The catch, he felt all the pain he caused the other him. I adore it. Slice my own damn throat before bed then finally after the blood to the elder beasts has been spilt he could rest. Alcohol didn't fix his problems only made him more aggressive. When he randomly shot the cook because his chocolate pie was "So black a Kardashian wanted to marry it" "It tasted better once the blood poured on it anyway" Xavier argued with himself.
Inserting his I.D into the computer he read through the dossier of his newest target, this one was different than normal. instead of collect bodies from point A to point B it was something else. He could only smile at what the objective meant. He, was getting a new cum dumpster. after all, any woman would, or should want his strong and powerful genes to be mixed with their less impressive X chromosomes. He was not sexist. He just saw more females dead in the tower than men. once floor 10 was cleared it seemed like it was only males. so this meant only .5% of the women who challenge the first don are victorious. or Men, are just luckier.
ring...ring...ring...
"Hello" I stated into the cold metal receiver
"Ahh, Xavier, good. The cold, uncaring diabolic voice responded on the other side.
"Of course it's this face fuck. "X thought to himself.
"You read your dossier?" He asked
"Yes report to the South African Republic and extract the newest batch of meat shields."I replied
"Yes, and this time please don't pick one of the sick and sent for treatment girls. For your, sexual deviancy" Mr. Yotsuyama said scoldingly
"I would never" I replied
"Reaallyy, I'm pretty sure last time you took one of the terminal patients then said... AND I QUOTE "All she needs is some vitamin D"" He said laughing into the phone. X could feel the air from his laughter as if the crazed psycho was behind him.
"That ain't me doc" I replied in my best saintly voice.
"No? Then I guess I better fire my contact in the S.A.R, after all he reported that was your exact words to him." He said inhaling deeply before hanging up...
As soon as the buzz kill hung up X grabbed his blade headed out to his flight.... "I know we said that, but, what was I supposed to do, she was begging for release.... So i released her... in my way" X said aloud as he boarded the incredibly loud plane.Logging out please wait...
3...
2...
1...
'PULL!" Naomi yelled as she and mejin yanked the headset off the young gamer's face.
"Who?" I began as I looked around in bewilderment
"Welcome to the afterlife Bro-ski" Mejin said laughing
"What happened? How is it already 5 am I came in like 18 hours ago!" I said
"Yeah and you were mentally sucked into the game" Naomi replied.
"I didn't feel sucked in." I replied
"No? You sure felt something!" mejin said laughing at my crotch, which was stained white after living Y's ... intimacy with Z.
blushing profusely I grabbed the change of clothes Mejin gave me..
All my mind could think about were the new memories I had...
Y's life. I didn't understand it. but, for some reason... when i saw through Y's eyes it was as if I was looking through my own. neither X nor Z made him feel that way.
After changing and eating one of Naomi's....eerrhmm "edible" meals she made for me...
I had Uncle Death use his grim reaper unexplained plot convenience like a semi on a crowded sidewalk, powers. He said my brain seemed fine and it should be safe for me to continue. but, if it felt too real to... ease off and get some, real air. I plugged back in. I needed to see what monstrocities X had going on for this mission..Logging in...
3...2...1....
Let IT DIE!!!
Exiting the aircraft he looked spotted his contact. Uncle Sam himself. Mr.Johnny fucking Gronk U.S confederation's own ambassador to the South African Republic
"You got my package?" I asked indeferency obvious in my voice.
" Yes 1,000 males, ages 18-21. 800 ready to begin immediate training for Mr.Yotsuyama. Then, 200 ill that are willing to donate themselves for experimental research." Mr. U.S.A said.
"The females?" I asked
"500 ready for training in their occupation, which, I was given explicit orders 1 of them is to go with you for... reassignment?" he asked
"Yes, "I replied "And the unhealthy ones?"
"250 in late term pregnancy going for the chance of curing the atmospheric affects on newborns causing sti- " I cut him off before he can finish
"Fine, whatever and the ones for donation and experimentation?"
"Again 250" He replied
"Hand me the order form to sign" I said putting a huge X in my own blood on the paper.
"Pleasure as always Xai-Jing" He said walking off
"Fucking american digging into people they don't control. Contemplating erasing this man's existence, he figured that'd be more paperwork and didn't feel like it he had all the toys on the aircraft. time to pick his favorite.
Walking up and down the cryo-containment units he saw several different women. Some pale and ginger, beautiful yet snobbish looking. Then he saw her. she had fair skin, pleasant blue eyes with rings of green circling the pupil. Her hair was brown as a log. her petite frame was like a lollipop to a babies mouth he read the tag.
"Cancer. Stage 1. Heart cancer"
He wanted her. he didn't feel the normal sick and twisted fantasies with her. This was something else. normally even if they'd die on the way back he would remove them from the pod to "test drive them" He didn't instead he pocketed the tag and signalled for the plane to take off. he would follow in a chopper.
"What is this feeling" I kept asking myself. I want to fuck her brains all over my wall. But, Its deeper.. I want to hear her voice. feel her skin. hold her, protect her. I shook these thoughts out of my head
"I think I'm catching a cold" I said to the soldier in front of me
His blank dead eyes were all the response I needed. Even if mr. Yotsuyama saved her, even if she survived the soldier training. She would die. He wasn't going to let her go through the hell of the tower. no, Z had Y. Now, it was time for X to find V. Smiling to himself. This was the day. The day that Mr. Psycho tried to care about another. Knowing he was most likely going to shoot her in the head the first chance he got. At least temporary maybe, he could feel happiness, instead of bloodlust. "Who knows, maybe" he began muttering to himself. "Maybe; she's as crazy as me"
Feeling the vibrations of the chopper he drifted into a light sleep. horrific images of death and decayed filled his dreams, but after all, this was his paradise. End of chapter 5
Edited September 16, 2018 by StormrReaper
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Author's notes
So, I've been staring at this screen for 2 days. I'm worried because I'm not that good at writing action. and 15 deleted notepad versions later I said fuck it. And I spent a whole 24hours straight sitting in my chair. writing one word every 15 minutes because I was going to complete this god damn chapter and continue the arc!!!
With that said
Also the first little section is kinda part of a future arc. It isn't important right now. but will be.Reader's may not find content suitable for some mentally unstable people. A warning is advised!
Chapter 6.2 If I don't fight, what am I? Main Jackal MC| Zhenga "Please.... Don't go" She pleaded
"I have to, there is no other way" He said as he closed his eyes for the final time.Gunshot.
sobbing
second gunshot
She turned off the camera broadcast. Feeling her bile rise up her throat. "I'm going to be sick" She said to herself in the quiet room. Mr. Yotsuyama sent her this from the morning group of people entering the tower for riches. Only with the caption "Love causes waste". Retching up what little breakfast she had eaten. It was odd. normally she wouldn't think twice about eating several servings of food for breakfast the smell, churns her stomach like a volcano filled to the brim waiting to explode with force. Bacon was awful right now, she couldn't figure out why, Anything that was a greasy, fatty, otherwise savory meat just didn't sit well. Especially after she wakes up. It feels like something was playing her intestines like a banjo in the swampland.
"Z...?" X said with a slight hint of concern in his voice. "I'm fine" Zhenga lied. She had watched a man and woman kill themselves to prevent letting the tower corrupt their souls. How in Mother of Barbs is she supposed to be fine. All she could think about was what if... What if Yoseph died? Now that they were official... Could she really go back to normal if he left?
The plan was simple
X and I are to engage, a high tier Jin-die. Lead it to the indicated clearing, away from the village. then Y was to blow this worthless waste of human parts into oblivion. Easy? well, no. jin-die out of all the "Higher monstrosities" were the smartest. They learn constantly through the cameras installed onto their skin. even when they slept their cybernetic brain functioned. Processing information like a meat covered computer. To bad Mr.Yotsuyama didn't leave its capability for emotions behind, what who was she kidding. HE doesn't even have feelings. how could he not take something away he doesn't possess. All in the name of research.. Ha my asshole would be raw if he got whipped for all the lies he tells. Like what he did to me.
"Okay, X You go from the front, I'll take this bitch's anal virginity with my claws. you burn those cameras off." I told him
"So double penetration? Got it... always wanted to be a crazy taint sandwich." He replied charging at the beast head on
"Fucking moron" She sighed.
watching X's movements his body language she could tell something was wrong. he seemed slower. like he had something else distracting him. wait. Was he grabbing his crotch? watching the battle unfold. Barrages of skulls shot out of her chest destroying everything, be it plant, animal or machine. X was too fast to be hit by those. after a few shots she would rip out more skulls to fire. He would slice off a camera. The dirty Taint of rotting flesh would cloak.
X stopped dead grabbing his crotch. "X are you alright?" I asked over the headset
"Gotta piss like a sailor who had too much to drink on shore leave" he replied.
She uncloaked and fired. X jumped back. landing out of harms way stepping behind a tree right in front of the clearing she could see X clearly. He had a baseball sized wet patch. every step, every maneuver, every roll, sidestep, everything. he was leaking. did he just smile?
He took a big breathe then the flood gate opened. it was slow with the required motion. but the patch expanded. slowly running down his leg onto the soft; already dampened grass. The smile was; after a while, replaced with a look of satisfaction.
The queen of STD's would fire her gun, X would slice off three cameras.
"NOW!" He screamed as the jin-die backed up
I ran out digging my toxic claws into the ugly whores back she cloaked, following the blood. She looked over her shoulder to X, who was inspecting the damage. Noticing her staring he just gave a thumbs up and proceeded to chase that cunt.
"Y get ready she's headed straight for the clearing" I said,
" I got her on thermal, waiting for the signal" He replied.
The horrid figure screamed uncloaking for the last time being to charge her rail gun. organic matter began pressurizing in the creatures gun.
"X get back" I yelled it was too late he took a direct blow to the side. his armor shattered and he slithered behind a stump
Shooting the red flare into the skywhoosh
bang
The beast's head exploded into tiny bits of flesh and gore. it was like that one Sl*yer song... Raining Blood (1). Running to X's side I heard laughter....he was laughing.
"He's really lost it now" I muttered to myself wheeze
"Hahahahaha Did you see that bitches face before she lost her head. Hahaha - I'm Sooooo happy i got that frame by frame before she hit me!"
"Are you alright?" I asked
"Been worse he said, I could've been sitting with you and Y during a romantic movie" he said smiling through his cracked helmet.
Sending the green flare into the sky I helped X stand. Thankfully the blast dried up the urine stain. Plus, She wasn't going to rat him out. The dude survived a railgun with little damage. A broken rib at the most. He was as strong as a Nemean Lion
Once the chopper landed Y assisted X into the chopper medics surveyed his wounds saying, "He needed to get out more, without vitamin D His body wasn-." The medic began before getting pushed off the chopper during take off by X
"Like hell I'm taking vitamin Dick"
"I think he meant like oranges and sunlight" Yoseph replied
He looked at me, "I'm glad you're safe." He said
"obviously" I replied. He rubbed my head and X vomited out of the chopper "Dude, you two torture me-"X began
"It's Karma" Y and I said together.
We all laughed.
When was the last time the three of us laughed together. It feels like ages ago.. The earth rage was fresh and we were banking in from being on the right side. I don't remember what we found funny, But, hearing X laugh this much in one day,,, He must've gotten a new toy.
"You're in a good mood for a dead man" I said
"Yeah. I guess you could say, I'm turning a new leaf" He said
"You mean breaking in a toy right?" Yoseph asked
"Half right, I did get a new toy. Except. I don't feel bloodthirsting lust like normal. I look at her, this frail young woman.... " He started before he became quiet.
"Yo, Earth to X" I said...
ZzZzZzZz Snore zZzZz
He was gone. The snoring we heard must mean his suit's healing kit had kicked in.
"X with a heart" Y muttered to himself.
I grabbed his hand
"There are people for everyone, even monsters like us." I said kissing him on his cheek before resting against his shoulder wrapping his arm around me we fell asleep. Mission debriefing would be a pain in the ass as always.
EpilogueNoises of the forest around him
"Uhh.. guys?" The lone medic said through his headset...Gunshot
"Leave no evidence" Mr. Yotsuyama said staring at the screen.
(1) Idk if I could get a copyright strike so i censored the band name.... its Slayer if you didn't know... |
Authors notes
Hey, guys sorry this chapter took longer than expected. I've been in and out of the hospital doing tests and I had to stay overnight a few times. Do you know how awkward it can be writing eroge with a dude sitting beside you trying to stare over your shoulder? finally I gave up and used the time i had at my place to write. anyway... I beat crowley yesterday... omg I wrote his character soo wrong, but we gonna roll with it. faced u-10 for the fist time too... i got my butt hole raped like a squirrel trying to take a horse cock....Prologue
"Yo, Senpai did you see the patch notes for the main game?" Uncle death asked me while eating some ramen. Watching the noodles fall out of his skeletal frame was enough to make even Mejin quit eating with us.
"Yeah, they accidently broke the sniper" I replied
"No-no-no. not that, I mean the part where they made the Death Drive 128's most famous game PC compatible.... Could you imagine playing this without a controller?" Uncle D responded quickly
"It is what it is, the P.C elitist out there will review the game poorly because they don't wanna Git Gud" I say making air quotes with my fingers.
"are you playing that odd dlc still" I asked him
"Nah bro, I beat it yesterday, it was only 1 chapter long." he said
Impossible, I've had like 8 chapters so far, i thought to myself as I tossed my good ol' cup noodles into the trash can. Plugging in to the death drive I booted up the incredible game.Chapter 7| I will kill you doc| Main Jackal. Xavier.
"X, good to see you" Mr. Yotsuyama said as I entered his depressing lab. The cyro-tanks lined up the walls. frozen people, frozen corpses, frozen test samples all worthless to me.
"You already know why I'm here" I say handing him the ticket for the girl I picked out.
"Ahh, yes I noticed her tag was gone, didn't you learn last time you can't cure terminal illness with "Vitamin Dick""? He asked
"Yes, I'm not going to cure her. You are." I replied
Turning his office chair around to look at me he smiled "What in the name of mother barbs makes you think that I will do this for you?" He asked
"If you don't you may find some internal organs in your food causing you to get infections" I replied
"Please, Xavier I SLEEP with corpses and rotting flesh on the daily, if that was gonna kill me it would've done it long ago" He replied laughing maniacally
He handed me a bottle of prescription pills "Give these to her daily for a year. if she survives the tower's toxic substances that long with only standard filtration masks it will cure her. It's experimental. But, it's shown promise when given over long periods of time to assist cardiovascular cancer patients heal and overcome their struggle." He said turning back to his computer lowering her cyro -tank with the use of robotics.
I walked over to the young, beautiful ginger's tank. entering the 12 digit pin on the tag the freezing chemicals began to spew out like teargas from a croakstool. Her eys shot open and she screamed pounding against the glass. I grabbed the handle twisted it and opened the contanerboom
My ears began ringing as I dropped to a knee. The bitch just punched me. Feeling an impact against my ribs. Exhaling all the air in my lungs and throwing me against the ground.
"Wh-who is you?" She asked in broken english
"My name is X. I'm a soldier of fortune within the Tower of Barbs. Where we currently are. Do you remember your name?" I asked
"Sol" She quickly replied
"Sol, like the norse goddess, I like that" I replied
"Listen Sol, in about 10 seconds your body's gonna expel its contents retained during the-" I began as she hopped off running for the trash can barely making it before to retching sound filled the room.
I watched in glee as her bladder gave out next, warm yellow liquid seeped through her white shorts under her light cyan sundress. it was slow at first then, like a dam losing all its strength during a flood. shot out of her crotch with the force of someone who drank too much coffee that morning.
Her face bright pink in embarrassment, gave subtle hints of pleasure.
"I am so wanking to this sight later" I thought to myself.
seeing her pale skin glistening with urine my brain screamed at me to force myself on her. but, yet, there was a part of me that argued with it. Is this what people call a moral dilemma?
I stood up walking over to her, grabbing a towel and a clean set of the doctor's clothes out of the makeshift closet he had in the lab for when he was too lazy to leave the lab.
"Here change into this, I'm going to cure you, and protect you I said offering her my hand. she grabbed it. it was then i noticed she didn't vomit food, it was blood. this girl is dying but, that's not going to stop me from trying to save her.
If I can save just one life, maybe that will help balance out my karma and put me in the deepest part of hell instead of the throne.
"Are you two love birds done? I have lots of work to do. the three mission reports you jackals filed. So, leave. NOW" Yotsuyama yelled at us without turning his head.
"Doc,I began after she exited the room in front of me, If you let her die, I will kill Z, and you" I finished
Leaving the room helping my prize to my quarters,end of chapter 7 |
It was a normal day in the titan tower, there was not a single monster causing havock, cyborg and beast boy were playing their racing game, sipping away on coke, raven was meditating and enjoying her herbal tea. Robin was trying to search for slade, and starfire was taking a bath. But the peacefullness didn't last long.
Soon the liquid from their drinks caught up and they were at the bathroom door, in line to use it next. Robin had gotten there first, followed by Cyborg, Beast Boy, then Raven. "Starfire are you almost done in there?" "I'm sorry Robin but I haven't been in very long.
"Starfire, please hurry," Beast Boy whined and danced in place, "were having a bit of an emergency here!" "I will get out when I do." Despite her usual self, she sounded slightly annoyed about being bothered during her bath. "Oh man, this is not good." Beast Boy said. "And I'm not even paper trained." "Why don't you just turn into a dog and go outside?" Raven questioned. "I don't think I would make it downstairs and turning into a dog inside could be disasterous because my bladder in that form is signifigantly smaller thus causing an accident upon transformation!" "Well we don't want any accidents." Cyborg said sternly.
15 minutes passed and they were still waiting by the door, Starfire was still in the bath. "How much longer is she going to be?!" Robin questioned out loud. "A girl takes time to make herself clean and look good." Raven said. Though she too wished the orange alien girl would hurry up, she was already upset about the situation, and did not want to have it get worse by her losing control of her bladder in front of her teammates, even if they were in the same boat as her. "As large as this tower is, why couldn't there be another damn bathroom?" Beast Boy questioned Cyborg. "Maybe it's about time I add one." He replied. "Starfire please open up!" Beast Boy pounded on the door. If only he had been paper trained. 'Maybe now is a good time to practice.' He thought to himself. Quickly shaking away that thought. 'I can't just pee inside, that'd be weird.' He chided himself, though secretly the idea did sound tempting.
Another 10 minutes have passed. Starfire is nearly finished with her bath, but it has not eased the other titans' situation. They were still waiting outside to be able to use the restroom. Robin, who was first in line had began to leak, only the tiniest bit. He siezed up his bladder really fast, years of all his different trainings had helped him to hold it better. He had not had an accident in a long time, and he certainly didn't want to break that streak now.
Cyborg was in another situation, the truth was, he did not go to the bathroom normally, instead he had a waste collection unit as he no longer had a proper way to dispel his waste ever since his accident. And currently the unit only needed to be emptied, which he does in the bathroom, none of the other titans are aware of this, and he hopes it stays that way, it's the secret above all the others.
Beast Boy had come closer to giving up, closer to giving into the temptation of just goin on the paper, but he'd already come this far and Starfire was almost done (hopefully) plus whose to say the paper could contain all his pee? His human bladder was much larger than a dogs would have been and might accidentally ruin the carpet. No, he should just be fair and wait here suffering like the rest of his teammates. But how much loner could he wait was unkown and he certainly didn't want a repeat of that day of the zit, although it was beginning to look like the invettable.
"Azarath metrion zinthos." Raven closed her eyes, she had begun to focus on meditating to get her mind off her bladder, but did her best as to not get too relaxed in the process. She could easily teleport herself outside and go in the grass, but she was a lady with much modesty, that was out of her league. Besides, there could be an enemy watching who could see and use that as blackmail material.
Finally, after what felt like agonizing hours, the drain to the bathtub was heard. "Thank god!" Beast Boy cheered aloud. His excitement caused a tiny bit to leak out and he quickly clamped up on his bladder. "Starfire can you please hurrrry and come out!" The changeling pleaded in a panic. "We all really have to go and would like to keep the floors clean!" "Be out in just a sec." Repiled Starfire.
Finally the door opened and the instant Starfire stepped out, Robin ran in and slammed the door, freeing himself on his way over to the toilet. Finally he had gone and groaned in relief, glad to finally go. For a minute he was scared that he wouldn't be able to make it, well he did go a little. After he was done he observed the damage. There was a barely noticeable wet spot on his pants, his underwear caught most of it. He blushed and quickly went to change.
Next was Cyborg. He entered the bathroom and got to work. By now he had gotten used to being half machine, but one of the things he hated most was this part, it was humiliating enough not being able to control his body functions, but it was especially a pain to have to empty the waste unit. Thankfully for now it was only urine, if it had been the other he would be stuck in there longer and did not want to cause anymore problems for his teammates than the one they currently face. He removed the outer shell of his left leg where the unit was contained and unscrewed the cap. All of what had been collected was finally out and into the toilet. He sighed when the bag was completely empty. As uncomfortable as they were, the full units were more unpleasant and he liked after they were emptied. He quickly screwed the cap on, flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and walked out of there.
"All yours." Cyborg said to Beast Boy. "Finally!" The green boy exclaimed and proceeded towards the door. Suddenly there was someone standing at the doorway. Raven had teleported herself inside the bathroom, smirked at Beast Boy and locked the door. "RAVEN!" Beast Boy yelled, knocking and making a small commotion. "That was rather low," Cyborg said, sounding disappointed. "Thanks to that I don't know if I'm going to- ahh!- oh no." It was over, Beast Boy had lost control. A large puddle was formimg below the changeling as he was completely wetting himself. He also could not stop the tears that came with it.
Raven heard what was happening and from what Beast Boy had said she could gather what happened and felt bad about it. She had only intended to prevent her own, she did not expect to cause another's.
She finished up and walked out there. "I'm sorry Beast Boy." She was unable to meet his eye. "Yeah, thanks Rae." He sounded slightly agitated. "I'll go get you a fresh change of clothes." She quickly left and went to his room to grab him underwear and a new outfit. Upon returning, the changeling calmed down some, sure he was mad. But he couldn't stay mad at her forever. Besides, he had to get his revenge somehow. He took the clothes and thanked the violet haired girl, and entered the bathroom and got to planning. "Oh this will be good."
A/N I hope you guys enjoyed the story, it was just a simple silly story about what happens when most titans need to go but one titan is already taking over the only bathroom in the building.
I did go a little deeper with Cyborg's bit because it's something I felt needed to be addressed since it never was properly in the show or comics, not even another fanfic to my knowledge. |
Lois woke up in desperation for the toilet she knew that Clark was in the bed with her and didn’t what to wet it. She checked her Apple Watch before her way for the toilet, it said 5:20 AM sho she woke up by the most unpleasant thing wanting to release itself. Lois got up and walked to bathroom, she went down the corridor that leads to the place that she so desperatly needs to go. She made it and she reached out her hand to open the door but it was locked “Oh no really? I did I have to do that yesterday, no I can’t use the toilet!”
Lois could feel the pee rushing down into her pusssy, she knew she didn’t have a lot of time to go. “Wait, what about the second bathroom? I will go there and it’s my second last option!” Lois started working to her second bathroom and when she got there she felt like her womanhood was going to explode with all of her pee coming out. She reached her hand out and it was not locked, “Yes, yes, yes!!!” While doing her victory ‘yes’s’ she accidentally could hold one drop of pee in and dripped on the tiles. She walked inside and shut the door, she was already naked meaning she can just plonk her sexy ass on the toilet and finally relive herself.
Lois sat down and within seconds her big stream of pee raced out of her womanhood and became violent and powerful peeing that felt like she has been holding since last night. It was so satisfying and warm her pee had finally stopped and died down leaving the naked reporter on the loo. She got up, flushed the toilet, wash her hands and went back to to bed to sleepy until 7:00 o’clock.
She got up and her alarm clock on her phone went on and put it off Clark got up and went to the toilet and Lois went to choose her panties and clothes. Alright she chose she will were orange panties, grey skirt, white shirt, grey jacket and black high heels. Clark came back and got dressed after Clark got dressed they went to take their things of the bedside table. That were Lois’s iPhone and her Apple Watch and Clark took his iPhone and Apple Watch. They went downstairs for breakfast and they had bacon and eggs with freshly squeezed orange juice. Lois had a large amount of juice than Clark and she wasn’t thinking about later. She and Clark finished and Lois went to get her Calvin Klein handbag and walked outside. When they were outside Lois slammed the door that when it made the most loudest bang it scared the shut out of Kara who was still sleeping and almost made her wet the bed.
Lois and Clark got onto Lois’s car to go to work. The Daily Planet is an old building it was made in 1938 and was renovated many times but it hasn’t been renovated since 1987 and still uses the method of print making newspapers. They arrived the building was straight in front of them, Lois could feel the urge to pee as it was all that orange juice that wanted to come out. She had to go but she hopped she could make it she went in with Clark and Bob, who was one of the people who work there said that Perry White wanted to see Lois Lane. Lois in her mind said “ Oh fuck, why now I just hope I can hold it in longer. “Mr White it’s me Lois Lane you wanted to see me!” “Ah, Miss Lane you came I have your next assignment you will be having Lana Lang’s assignment because she is in Paris doing her own assignment there, so I will be giving Lois Lane probably the best female reporter I ever had have her assignment.” He gave Lois the assignment and briefly read it because of her desperation.she said “Thank you” to Perry and he said to her “See you later Miss Lane.”
Lois walked back to her desk trying to fully read the report, she paused on when it says ‘A man stole a meteorite and wondered if it had any connections with Lex Luthor. Just then it hit her she couldn’t do it her flood gates opened and letting out her pee, she raced to the ladies with pee dripping down her legs onto the floor or in her shoes as she got to the ladies her orange panties were soaked and couldn’t wear it the whole day. She got so frustrated that she kicked the draws under the sink and hurt her. She screamed out in pain as it flung open reviling packets of adult sized diapers it was in her size which was interesting. She grabbed one and looked at the back and discovered that someone had messily written their name on it, at first it looked like it said Lacy but it wasn’t it actually said Lana. “Wait, wait, wait these are Lana Lang’s, oh yeah she had a real problem with pee she would always pee herself and would wear these to train her to hold it even more like me! What if I wear one and omg it’s even orange, yes I will wear them it is better than going with no panties on and plastic chairs make your pussy fell weird.”
She opened the orange diaper box and slipped one on and she hasn’t ever wore a diaper since being a baby and forgot how it works, it even fitted like her orange panties. She walked out of the bathroom she got back to her seat and was figuring all the key words in the article to to turn into it being in the The Daily Planet’s Newspapers. She got thirsty and was eager to see what happens when you pee your diaper as she ordered a large flat white and drank it she got all the key words done and hand it to Perry, on the way her urge started as she handed it to Perry his head fixated on the article Lois tried to push her pee out of her bladder and pee herself she slid her hand in Lana’s diaper and masterbated herself as she made her have a full bladder. She then pushed and pushed it and then it happened, she lifted up her skirt and saw only just the front of it turn yellow as the pee is still stored inside her diaper and lifted her skirt down on her. Perry said to Lois “Great work I will get the boys to put this in the newspaper, thank you Lois.” Lois said “No problems Cheif.” And left. It was lunch time 1:10 and she went back to the bathroom to change herself her lunch and she inspected her leak and it was so good that it’s all stored in the diaper rather than it hitting the floor or carpet. She put on another one and went out for lunch before that she told Clark about where she was going and he said have fun. She went to McDonald’s and had the Big Mac and walked back to work and these two mysterious thugs took her, she cried for help until they knocked her out and kidnapped and drove their car to their boss. Clark busy typing his story about Superman heard her Lois cries with his super hearing and then walked to the lifts to go to the bottom floor and raced into an alleyway to change into Superman and see what the hell was going on with her screaming.
Lois was up she was knocked out before to be strapped on a chair to see Lex Luthor right in front of her and questioned her where is Superman. Lois screamed again Superman was flying around the city to see where Lois is an then he flew down and looked everywhere but he was in Main Street Metropolis and had all these build boards everywhere just then his ears hurt and then it stopped and on the build boards the ads changed to a video of Lex speaking he said “Hello Superman I have you one true love right here and if you won’t come to my lair by 3:00 o’clock then Miss Lane will die! She’s counting on you Superman!”
To Be Continued...
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Returning Home
by Axis Ying
Four years, three major switches, two decent friends, and one last crazy night of fun and vodka before going back home to Colorado. That’s how I would sum up my college experience.
My name is Stacey, a smallish girl with biggish plans. Now that I have a piece of paper that says I know how to draw, my art career will surely take off. But that’s not what this is about. You wanna hear about how I wet my pants, right? I don’t blame you. It’s a fairly interesting story if you ask me.
I woke up with a headache and a full bladder. I took pills for one and emptied out the other, I’m sure you can figure out which is which. My roommate Bethany was waiting to say goodbye, as she was a couple months behind me in school and would be staying a little longer. I got ready to leave, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, thanking her for the good times as she did the same to me. I’d already bid farewell to my friends and favorite professors, so it was time to get in my Civic and head home. It was a six hour journey and I was hung over like clothes on a line, so I thought there’d be no harm in making myself a coffee-tea combo to get me through the long trip without zoning out and crashing my car.
This would turn out to be a huge mistake.
It wasn’t until a couple of hours’ driving that my body started trying to get my attention. “Um, you should probably find somewhere to pee,” it seemed to say. No big deal, I thought to myself. Find a McDonald’s or a truck stop, or at worst, pull over where no one’s around. The closer I got to my mountainous home, the hillier it got. I started climbing over a large slope, unable to see anything beyond it as I drove toward the top. Beginning to squirm, I hoped to see somewhere to relieve myself on the other side. I reached the summit, and peered beyond the hill. My hopes were dashed across an ocean of traffic, blocking my way forward. I got as far forward as I could before stopping and crossing my legs in my seat. I ranted to myself about how bullshit this was and how people shouldn’t even be up this early, occasionally reaching down to give myself a quick squeeze.
Time slowed to a crawl, it seemed, as traffic inched forward every few minutes. I bounced in my seat, staring at the car in front of me like it would disappear if I did so hard enough. To my amazement, it actually sort of worked. Not unlike what I was urged to let my bladder do, traffic began to flow forward at a steady pace. My lips formed a smile and I hit the gas, happy to be moving again. “Phew…” I said to myself, “I thought I was gonna piss my pants!” Poor Stacey of the past, you naïve girl.
Fun fact about mountain roads, some of them can stretch on seemingly forever without actually coming across any civilization. The natural air was nice, though, so I lowered my window to enjoy it. I kept curving my way around the rocky terrain, wishing I had the courage and complete lack of dignity to get out of my car and water one of the trees that passed me by without worrying about anyone seeing me. My bladder was really starting to get to me, urging me to forget about how expensive and embarrassing it would be to just let go. Just as I started seriously considering granting my body’s request, a town came into view. Finally, a place to- oh, it’s a sign for a realtor. I frowned, narrowing my eyes as I passed the picture of a future local development. I had never felt hatred for a billboard before that moment. I giggled to myself as I thought of peeing on it, seeing that as a fitting punishment for making me think I was close to relief. Nevertheless, I had to keep going before I ran out of time. I was actually not far from home at this point. I didn’t like the idea of my first time seeing them in almost a year being me bowling them over to get to the bathroom, moaning as I gushed into their toilet, but my options were becoming limited.
I felt the first leak as I rounded a corner, driving past my old middle school. The adjusted speed limit could suck my nonexistent dick, I was a woman on a mission. The red light at the end of the street was harder to ignore, though I managed to do so until I noticed it about two seconds before I was gonna run right through into opposing traffic. I hit the brakes, my seatbelt digging uncomfortably into my bladder as I skidded to a stop. Needless to say, a little more of my precious urine escaped into my panties. I wanted to check my jeans but cringed at the thought of bending over. It was then that I heard the unmistakable sound of a plastic bottle rolling around in the backseat, having been knocked loose from my sudden stop.
Jackpot~!
I reached back and grabbed for it, stretching as far as I could. I grinned as I felt my fingers wrap around the neck, sitting back up and giving the bottle a little hug. I felt like a kid on Christmas, opening up my jeans like a gift from Santa. I was about to pull my panties down when the driver behind me decided to let me know the light was green.
HONK!!
I tensed up, my thighs slamming together as I dropped the bottle. I silently raged in my head, hitting the gas and lurching forward. At the earliest opportunity, I pulled over. I swear I had never had to pee this badly in my life. I felt around for the bottle, picking it up and getting my panties down. I was seconds away. Seconds were all I had left. I was completely focused on the task at hand. I was in a world of my very own, pressing the bottle’s lips against my own. It was time. Sadly, the universe disagreed.
“Stacey!? Stacey Marsh! It’s me, Franklin!”
Of all the people to get in the way of my sorely needed relief, Franklin? My cheating ex-boyfriend from high school? Why was he even talking to me!? No time to think about that, I dropped the bottle and hid my shame, zipping up just as he came up to my window.
“What’s up, Stace? I haven’t seen you in years!”
“Yeah, it’s been a while, huh?” I’m sure my politeness sounded forced, but I was beyond caring.
“No kidding…hey what are you doing later? Since you’re back in town, we should really catch up, get a few…uhh….are you okay?”
I had started to tremble from the sheer effort it took to keep from peeing. Then, I had an epiphany. What do I care more about, relieving my tortured bladder, or what this complete douchebag thinks of me? The answer couldn’t have been more clear.
“What’s that sound? Are you…holy shit, you are! What the hell? Christ, you’re even crazier than you were in high school. Ever heard of a toilet? I mean, how old are you?” Franklin went on like that, but I couldn’t hear him too well after driving away, pee gushing through my jeans and pooling under my butt. I grinned, enjoying myself as I drove down my parents’ street. Peeing had never felt so good, and the cozy warmth made it all the sweeter.
It was humiliating, watching my parents double take as their greetings were cut short by the sight of their adult daughter with soaking wet pants. they were concerned at first, but after I told them the story they were a lot more understanding. Once I had a shower and a change of clothes, I was feeling much better. My dad insisted on paying for the new car seat, so I painted a portrait of him in exchange. At the time, I was beside myself with embarrassment, but nowadays we just look back on that day and laugh.
It felt good to be home. |
[This is the full introduction. If too long, try the summary here: [link]
Luke was impatient for us to leave the house. He’d also been round yesterday to tell me that the slavers’ market had fresh wares. The auction of nubiles was set for tomorrow afternoon, and so viewing was due to start this morning. As city senators’ sons, he and I would be treated with deference and respect. We would exercise our privilege to inspect the stock at the private viewing. The merchants wouldn’t know that we weren’t seriously intending to buy. They would answer our questions and display their goods to us. We were only interested in looking at the nubiles, and just perhaps, if we were very impressed, we might place a bid or two tomorrow.
I finished my drink and snapped my fingers for my toga. Now I was ready, and Luke strode eagerly to the front door. We headed towards the market. To slow him down, I asked for information about the merchandise. I thought it undignified to appear to rush to business.
As expected, Luke had found out a great deal from the merchants. Across all categories, there were nearly five hundred slaves going into the market. Seventy-two were nubiles; young women of breeding age, but without children. Most of them were peasant girls, but about a dozen were educated, and seven were warriors. All of them were expected to sell for gold. Luke was particularly excited when he told me that. He didn’t need to explain it to me. The bids for nubiles reached the value of gold when they were healthy and pretty. People such as Luke and I, and our parents, enjoy keeping pretty slave girls around the house to do our bidding.
The merchants had been busy over the last few days and the large market square was transformed. Across the middle was a stage, under a canvas awning, like a ship’s sail, to keep the sun off. In front of it, wooden benches, also under canvas, for the gentry. Other merchants were allowed to stand behind that, from where they too could bid at the auction. Behind that, the general public would stand and gawp.
But there was nothing to see on the stage today. That would come, when the auction started. Luke and I were going backstage today for the viewing. The rest of the market square was surrounded by a tall canvas screen running continuously from one side of stage, around the square to the other side, and was roofed with numerous canvas peaks. In effect, half the square was now under a huge white tent. The city guard were on duty at the three entrances.
Luckily for them, they recognised us as we approached the private entrance and stood to attention to allow us passage. We felt the envious eyes of the small crowd outside, who would be denied access all morning. We halted as we came inside, to allow our eyes to adjust from the bright sunshine outside. One of the merchants, Simon Secundus, bustled up to us, with cups of honey-sweetened tea. It turned out that we were the day’s first visitors. He showed us to a comfortable bench and told us how the market was arranged. He started by explaining that not all the viewing areas were ready and some of them might not be until late morning. Broadly, within the tent there was a private stock area, and a public viewing area. The stock was being prepared and moved into the viewing area. We would be the first to be allowed into the viewing area. There were auctions on different days for different classes of slaves; men, and women and children. The men were divided into scholars, warriors, and labourers. The women were divided into nubiles and mothers with children. Within the men there were further age categories and within the women there were divisions according to their background. We were interested only in the nubiles, of course. They were sorted into peasants, house girls, warriors, and scholars. Simon was enthusiastic about the quality of the slaves on offer, they were the best batch he had ever had on his premises, many callipygian and bathykolpian.
Luke and I were getting impatient. We knew most of that. We knew Simon well. His father had been one of my father’s slaves. He’d run the market for my father, who had granted him a lease of it when he freed him. Simon was the second generation in that business and my father was still his landlord. So that was all just polite conversation. We wanted to see the girls. Fortunately, a factotum emerged from a corridor and whispered in the merchant’s ear. Simon beamed at us, stood up and invited us to follow him to the nubiles’ hall. Fine carpets were draped on either side to make the walls appear substantial, and he led us to a junction and then down another, similar corridor, with pale-toned carpets on either side. The corridor opened into a large hall, filled with numerous cages, each the size of a small room and raised above ground level. The cages’ floors were about waist high from the ground. Eunuchs guarded each cage and each cage contained half a dozen unclothed, pretty females. Twelve cages in total, arranged in three rows of four. We waved Simon away to tour the hall by ourselves. Inside my toga my cock hardened and rose.
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Amanda and Callum's long were finishing a long, leisurely lunch at a table on the rooftop terrace of a restaurant in one of the medieval hilltop villages that are so characteristic of Tuscany. Callum was studying architecture at university and they had spent the morning exploring the ancient fortifications, the grand houses of the powerful families that had once ruled in this part of Italy, the quaint back streets and alleyways and the church, plain and severe on the outside, sumptuously decorated inside.
Amanda had used the restaurant lavatory as soon as they arrived and now, having split the cost of the meal between them, Callum disappeared downstairs for the same purpose whilst Amanda stayed at the table to settle the bill.
That done, she descended the narrow staircase to where Callum was waiting in the hot sunshine by the restaurant door. Should she go to the loo a second time, she wondered? She had certainly drunk a lot of water during the meal, as well as a glass of chilled white wine, and she could already feel the pressure building inside her.
No need, she decided. It was a ten minute walk back to the car and then just half an hour to get back to the family's Tuscan villa. She could easily wait that long.
As they strolled back to the car park, hand in hand, Callum reflected on his luck that this beautiful creature, her honey-blonde hair tied in a ponytail and her blue summer dress with its belted waist and wide skirt swaying seductively as she walked, was actually his girlfriend.
By the time the reached the battered old Fiat hatchback that served as the family's holiday runabout, Amanda was regretting her decision not to the loo again before she left the restaurant. Plan B would be to stand between the parked cars and wet her knickers as she, her sisters and her mother often did - there was a stack of towels in the boot for protecting the car seats on just such occasions - but unfortunately the car park was too busy for that. People were walking by all the time and already another car was hovering, waiting to take their place as soon as they moved off.
Callum opened the passenger door for her and she sat down, sweeping her dress beneath her. She would just have to wait.
"I was talking to the restaurant owner about the architecture of the village and he said that I really ought to see a ruined monastery near here" Callum reported. "Would you mind if we take a quick look whilst we are passing?"
Amanda felt it would be churlish to say no - after all, Callum had spent all day yesterday patiently accompanying her around a 'fashion village' - a collection of factory outlets selling discounted end-of-lines from Italy's top design houses. She had had a delightful time combing through shoes, handbags, dresses, jeans and scarves in Valentino, Chloé, Tom Ford, Roberto Cavalli, Ermanno Scervino, Etro and many, many more. Callum, for his part, had taken one look at the price tag on an ordinary-looking man's shirt, discounted from 400 euros to a mere 95 euros, and decided that this was not a place for a boy on a student budget and no generous allowance from a rich father.
"Of course we can, darling" Amanda replied. Her bladder gave a rebellious twinge of protest.
The monastery turned out to be a good ten miles off their route home, up a narrow road that twisted and zig-zagged over the hills, where puffy white clouds were towering up in the mid-day heat and humidity. Amanda debated asking Callum to stop so that she could pee but there never seemed to be a place where he could pull off the road safely and she could be out of sight of passing cars.
When they finally arrived at the site, the car park was a good two hundred yards away from the entrance to the ruined monastery, down a tree-lined avenue with unfenced fields on either side. There were other tourists and visitors around and no cover anywhere for a girl to do a discreet pee. 'Please God, let there be a loo at this place!' Amanda prayed to herself.
Callum looked at her, concerned. "Are you OK?" he asked.
Amanda smiled brightly back at him. "Fine! I just need a wee, that's all".
"Shall we turn back and head for the villa?"
"No, let's take a look now we're here. Hopefully there will be a loo somewhere." Privately, she knew that it was too late for a change of plan now. By the time they reached the villa she would have soaked herself and the fabric of the car seat. A towel would cope with damp underwear but on its own it would would not protect the seat from a full flood.
She wished that the car had the waterproof seat covers that her father had fitted to the family Range Rover for long journeys when they were children. She and her sisters each had a towel to sit on and would wet their knickers whenever they needed to - no tense searches for a garage with a toilet that would probably be disgusting. Her mother, too, would sometimes hitch up her skirt, place a towel under her and sit still with a faraway expression for a few moments. Spare knickers and fresh towels would be handed out at the next stop.
To Amanda's considerable relief there was a sign behind the ticket counter pointing towards the visitor lavatories. They paid their entrance fee, pushed through the turnstile and entered the cool, medieval building.
Callum stood admiring the tall pillars and arches of the nave, its roof now open to the sky, and Amanda hurried off to find the promised lavatory. Her relief was short-lived. It was locked, with a cardboard sign taped to the door saying that it was out of order. It took an effort of will for her to overrule her bladder, which was now threatening to empty itself there and then.
Feeling that she could burst, Amanda hurried back to Callum. As she started to explain the situation, fat raindrops splattered on to the ground around them and the sun disappeared behind a dark, threatening cloud that suddenly loomed over the open monastery roof. Within seconds the raindrops had become a downpour of tropical intensity. Thunder rolled, gusts of wind surged round the ancient pillars and the temperature dropped sharply.
The visitors in the nave made a dash for the only cover, the remains of an undercroft with vaulted arches resting on squat pillars to support the weight of the stone floor above. Eight or ten other people stood, singly, in pairs or in small groups, silently looking out at the torrential rain that hissed and splashed as it hit the ground. The imagery and the sudden coolness in the air did nothing to ease Amanda's desperation.
A teenage girl dressed in tight-fitting denim shorts and a t-shirt twas standing next to Amanda. The girl turned to her mother and murmured in French "J'ai envie de pipi! Ça presse!"
'Oh well, at least I'm not the only one' Amanda thought.
The girl's mother gave her an irritated frown. "Tu devras attendre" she replied dismissively.
The girl shifted restlessly as she looked at the rain outside. It was beginning to ease but was still strong enough to soak to the skin.
By now, Amanda's bladder was pulsing. She felt the first uncontrolled spurt of hot urine soak into the cotton fabric of her knickers and droplets start to track their way down her thighs. She tried to hold back the flood but the next surge was only a couple of seconds later and this time she could not make it stop. "I'm damned if I'm going to ruin these sandals!" she thought and she parted her legs.
A stream of pee appeared beneath Amanda's dress, splashed noisily on to the ancient flagstones between her parted legs and ran in rivulets across the uneven surface to pool in depressions and crevices. Callum slipped his hand into hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Most of the other visitors stood in embarrassed silence, trying to pretend that nothing was happening as the splashing sound continued. The girl's mother, however, stared at Amanda and pursed her thin lips in silent contempt.
When Amanda had finished wetting herself the teenage girl glanced shyly at her. Amanda gave her a conspiratorial wink and a nod.
The girl gave an almost imperceptible shrug of the shoulders. A dark stain spread up her denim shorts from crotch level to mid-height whilst streams of pee cascaded from the leg openings, splashing on to the stone floor and flooding down her thighs and legs into her socks and trainers.
"Léa!" exclaimed her mother in shocked tones "Tu t'es mouillé! C'est une inondation!" Still muttering angrily in French she walked across to the entrance and looked out across the open nave where the rain had almost stopped. Behind her mother's back, Amanda gave the girl a high five.
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Nora silently crouched in the hallways of the East Boston Prep School. Kessler, the woman in charge of Bunker Hill, had sent her here to eliminate the raiders who had made the building their headquarters. Nora preferred to operate by stealth, methodically picking off raiders in ones and twos before they knew what hit them. This method had been working out quite successfully for her, except for one little problem. You see, being stealthy required Nora to be very cautious, moving slowly and taking her time so she wouldn’t slip up and be detected. And as a result, she tended to take a long time completing her missions. Normally, this wouldn’t be much of a problem for her. The wasteland didn’t exactly keep strict deadlines and tight schedules, since life as we know it had already been blown to nothingness in a nuclear holocaust.
But earlier during her mission, Nora had been caught unsuspecting by a raider armed with a rocket launcher. While she had managed to take him out before getting blown to bits, she had taken a hefty amount of splash damage from a few poorly placed rockets (Chems and aiming heavy weaponry don’t exactly go well together). In order to restore her lost health, Nora had chugged a neon blue Nuka-Cola Quantum before slipping off into the shadows again. She had no idea what chemicals the Nuka-Cola Corporation crammed inside the neon blue beverage, but they seemed to have healing powers rivaling that of a Stimpack. Unfortunately for her however, one of those chemicals contained in the irradiated beverage also seemed to have a very strong diuretic effect on her.
So now, a couple hours into the mission, the Quantum had passed straight through her body into her bladder, and Nora could feel that she was nearing her breaking point. All her crouching didn’t help the situation either, but there was no other way for her to remain silent while picking off raiders. And, though she desperately wanted to, there was no way she could just let loose right there without the sound giving her away. Plus, even though raiders were of little challenge for her, getting caught with her pants down(literally) could get her captured, or worse, killed.
Distracted by her predicament, she almost didn’t notice the raider rounding the corner of the hallway she was in. Fortunately for her, he was probably high on Jet and didn’t even notice as her silhouetted figure pulled out a silenced pistol and landed a perfect headshot. Thankfully her full bladder hadn’t dulled the instincts that got her this far in the Wasteland. However, the rush from the incident did cause her to leak a little into her tight blue Vault 111 jumpsuit. Nora knew this meant she didn’t have much time left before she completely lost control.
She was no stranger to holding her pee in for long periods of time, however. She was a lawyer in her pre-war life, and had endured many a long, dull court case without a break to use the restroom. But her iron will (and bladder) meant that she’d never had an accident in the courtroom. Not that there weren’t a few close calls. There were quite a few cases after which she immediately rushed off to the bathroom to violently relieve the tension in her bladder. And she had never confessed it to anyone, not even her husband, Nate, but she felt sort of turned on whenever she would desperately relieve herself like that. One night, she even brought herself to orgasm in the stall after a case where she was particularly desperate.
But now here she was, almost 200 years later, on the verge of her first real accident. But she knew there were only a couple raiders left and then the raider boss. Nora strengthened her resolve and crept on, ignoring the spasms in her bladder with each careful step. As she approached the “throne room” of the raider boss, she noticed a small group of raiders just around the corner: the boss’ guards. The guards were too many to take out without someone noticing, but they were bunched up tightly. At this point, Nora had started to leak even more, but she knew what she had to do. So she crept up to one of them in the shadows, slipping a live grenade into his pocket, then crept away. What happened next was almost too fast for Nora to process.
Bang! The explosion took out all the guards, just as she planned, but the force from the explosion caused another massive leak into her vault suit, now with an obvious dark patch around her crotch (not that anyone really cared at the present moment). Just as the raider boss came rushing out at the noise, she pulled out her strongest weapon, a plasma pistol she had modified herself. An intense but quick firefight ensued, and the next thing Nora knew, the raider boss laid dead on the floor next to his cronies.
But the fight had been too much for Nora’s overextended bladder, and in the same instant she realized she had won, she realized she was pissing herself full force into her jumpsuit. She initially tried to regain control, grabbing at her soaked crotch, but soon saw that it was hopeless. Interrupting her embarrassment, a notification popped up on her pip-boy, indicating that the area had been cleared of hostiles. Now alone, Nora slumped down onto the floor, exhausted from fighting both the raiders and her bladder for so long. She continued to soak herself on the ground for what seemed like an eternity, immensely enjoying the feeling of completely soaking her blue vault suit. After finally letting the last drops out, she recalled that one night in the stall in the courthouse and began to rub herself through her jumpsuit to the best orgasm she’s had in, well, nearly 200 years.
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After recovering from her climax, Nora pulled another bright blue bottle of Quantum out of her pack. She sipped it slowly, recovering health lost in the battle, but more importantly, thinking she could have a little more fun by the time she got back to her home in Sanctuary Hills.
I've lurked on here for a long time, but finally got myself to write a story of my own for the first time! If you liked this one I was thinking of doing fanfics on other games I know as well, maybe New Vegas or Dota. I'd love to hear any feedback you guys have in the comments below. Thanks!
(Also, how do I add tags lol)
Edited September 17, 2018 by Ariose Toast
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Posted this to Tumblr a few weeks ago, figured it'd fit here too.
All the characters are 18+ and anthro.
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"Mmm..."
A single claw grazed across Celestia's midsection, rousing her from her sleep. Cobwebs and grogginess slowed her consciousness but the gears in her head began to turn. She turned over onto her back, the silky blanket tickling her skin. The room was covered in darkness, shadows cast from the moonlight shining through the bedroom window at the other side of the room. Soon enough, she would have to start her day and raise the sun.
"Morning, Celly."
Though, she still had some time.
She glanced over, Discord laying on the other side of the bed. With a sly grin, her dragged the claw gently across her ribs, running back down to her thigh. She stifled a giggle, pressing her knees together. "Don't do that."
"Why not?" His claw moved up her pelvis, stopping perfectly on top of her bladder. "It couldn't be because of this little thing, could it?" He pressed down on it gently, sending a dose of desperation through her. Her bladder was firm, pushing outwards an inch or two. She hadn't peed in two days. Somehow, Discord had managed to talk her into it, the mad man!
"Of course not." She separated her knees, trying not to let the sheets move too much. "Would you like to be tickled the first thing when you wake up?"
"Depends on the one doing it." He snickered. Celestia rolled her eyes, shuffling to sit up in her bed. Her nightgown pulled down as she moved up, the straps on her back becoming tight and the fabric around her bladder and breasts becoming tighter. She felt a rather strong urge, but she tried her best not to show it, only allowing herself a moment or two of squirming before she corrected the issue.
"So," He sat up with her, wearing a white tank top of red boxers with white stripes. "How much longer do you think you can last?" Discord questioned. "Don't get me wrong- as much as I'd love to see that little bulge of yours get larger... Won't it interfere with things? Royal mumbo-jumbo and whatnot?"
"It won't." Celestia stated. "Besides, it'd be more fun for the both of us if it did, wouldn't it? Who cares?"
"You do have a point..." He grinned. "Is that a hint of rebelliousness I sense in little Mrs. Goodie Two-shoes?"
"I'm getting it from you." She leaned over, planting a quick kiss on his cheek before she stood up. Her thighs pressed together almost immediately as the liquid in her bladder sloshed and squished around, instantly regretting her decision to stand up so fast. Discord chuckled at the sight.
"Seems like that bladder isn't as strong as you let on. Maybe you won't be able to last as long as I tell you to."
Her head shot back towards him, staring a hole through him. "It was a moment of weakness, nothing more!"
Discord grinned. "Well, I suppose I should be getting back to Flutters' now." He stood up, grabbing his pair of jeans at the foot of the bed and pulling them on.
"Same time tonight?" Celestia turned around.
"You know it." Discord nodded. "Oh- almost forgot," He turned back to her, snapping his fingers. A full pot of tea sat on the carpet in front of Celestia's bare feet, with a small tea cup beside it, summoned by his draconequus magic. "Don't worry about cleaning it up, it'll disappear once you've finished it." He turned back around. "See you tonight, C!"
In the blink of an eye. Discord had disappeared. Celestia bent down, picking the pot by the handle, swishing it around. It was full, right to the brim. At least I don't have to brew my own this morning... She rolled her eyes, grabbing the cup and pouring into it.
Celestia walked over to the darkened part of the room, feeling around for her closet. After a few moments, her blind hands managed to find the familiar wooden doorknob. She sat the pot down, opening her closet. Per usual, she had already prepared her outfit the night beforehand. She pulled out a white dress and a small brown belt with a golden belt buckle. Lulu's probably tired by now, I probably shouldn't waste time.
She tipped her head back and chugged the rest of the tea in her cup, setting it to the side. Celestia quickly pulled the the dress over her head, slipping her arms through the open straps, showing off her shoulders and collar. The dress went down a inch or two below her knees. As adventurous as she had become with Discord, she still didn't want to run the risk of a subject seeing her in such a state.
Next, she grabbed hold of the belt, pulling it around her back and tightening it over her bladder. She winced slightly, her thighs pressing together for moment before she regained control. Mm, he is going to love this!
She turned around, bending down to grab her socks and shoes. The buckle pressed into her bladder hard, giving her a jolt of pleasure and desperation. All that tea and water is sloshing around... But it won't be coming out. Not for a while. She bit her lip, the thought exciting her so much! I'll be good for Discord. I can wait until he let's me go.
She slipped on a pair of socks and some small heels. Nothing major- perhaps a half inch or so. She closed her closet, feeling around the top of it. Eventually, she got her hands on to a small, handheld mirror. She checked face and hair, still as perfect as the day before.
Just need to get through to tonight. My bladder can handle it. Celestia grabbed the pot and the cup before she headed towards the door, ready to start her day. |
Celestia hobbled into her room, kicking off her heels. She made an awkward attempt at walking to the bed, her knees knocking together with each step. Her shaky hands wrapped around the end of her belt, pulling it for a moment to slip the buckle out of the hole in the leather.
"Ah-" She cried, her bladder reacting violently to the sudden increase in pressure. Her thighs pressed together tightly against the hot pee trying to escape her bladder, clenching her muscles as she forced it to remain inside. "Mm, seems like that bladder isn't all the princess makes it up to be..."Celestia's head shot up, seeing her evil companion leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest."Y-You're lucky I don't turn you to stone..." She took hold of the belt again, making another attempt to remove the tight belt. "Mmhm, suuuuure Celly. You know you'd die of boredom without me."Well, he isn't wrong…She took a quick breath, preparing herself for the pressure that was coming soon. Like a bandaid...She quickly pulled on the belt, the buckle's metal point slipping out of and lifting the pressure off her bladder. The relief was heavenly, eliciting a loud moan out of Celestia. She tossed the belt to the other side of the room in an uncharacteristic showcase of force and carelessness."Oh my, that wasn't very princess-ly."She turned her head to him, her magic surrounding the door and slamming it in his face. "Ow..." Discord croaked from the other side of the door.She breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, some peace and quiet.Celestia sat down on the bed, allowing her magic to do most of the work she'd usually just do physically. She felt like if she put any more movement or strain on it, the consequences would be dire. Damned Discord and his diuretics.She lifted her arms over her head, allowing her magic to pull her dress off, neatly setting it to the side. It brought her linen sleeping gown over to the bed and sat it on top of her dress, quickly opening her closet and preparing her next outfit for tomorrow. She grabbed it, slipping it over her head. It slid down and reached right below her inner thighs. She took a deep breath, releasing a relieved sigh. Finally, it felt like she had room to breathe..."Oh, Celly~" Discord cooed from behind her door. "I'm perfectly fine with staying out here- totally missing out on whatever you're doing in there... But you do realize that the longer I'm out here, the more likely it'll be that someone'll notice me, right?"Shoot! Celestia used her magic a final time, pulling the door open and dragging her boyfriend inside. She slammed the door behind him."That's better." Discord smiled and snapped two of his taloned fingers. She squirmed in her seat, her inner thighs trembling with need, a thin layer of sweat on her legs. Her hands were kept at her side, clenched into two fists. "You seem awfully desperate, Celly.""Because of you!" She spoke through her bared teeth. "You can pee anytime you want, darling dearest. What am I gonna do; try to stop one of the most powerful magic users throughout Equus, with a painfully full bladder, and who's probably not in the best of moods?"Celestia winced a little at the mention of her bladder. It already felt painfully full... Surely enough to flood any toilet she'd try to empty the gargantuan amount of pee into. The thought made it both a little easier and a little harder to hold; one from excitement, and the other from the attention her huge bladder demanded."No, no, no. I may enjoy the chaos, but I'd rather not get turned to stone, or worse." He chuckled a little. "Besides, you and I both know you can hold for another day, easily."Celestia squeezed her legs together, her bladder immediately detesting the thought of keeping its contents inside for another full day. The thought did arouse some sense of lust in the millennia-old alicorn, though it was outweighed by thoughts of her full bladder."I guess..." She said with a pitiful voice. Her cheeks flushed, both from embarrassment and arousal.Discord's face brightened. "Good, good... you're gonna be so full." He sat down beside her, placing his talons on her clenched hand."Mmhm..." She groaned quietly. "I- I don't need to go yet, my body just wants to.""Well said, my sweet." Discord's talons crawled up her arm, hopping from her elbow to her chest, teasing her breasts with agonizingly slow, gentle strokes towards her center. She wiggled and danced on the bed, her legs bouncing and her hands clenching the bed tightly. He slid down, teasing her midsection with tickling little wiggling of his talons, rubbing against her ribs gently. She giggled quietly, her pee sloshing around inside her bladder."I think we both have been waiting for this."Discord's talons pounced onto the taut bulge of Celestia's bladder. She gasped, squeezing her legs together as he pressed down on it."D- Disc-" She cried out before she could finish, his pawed hand moving to separate her legs. He kneeled down between her legs, looking her twitchy, desperate, tight p-POOFA rolled letter appeared out if a purple cloud of magic, bouncing off of Discord's head and into Celestia's lap. She turned her head down to it."H-Hold on... Discord, g-give me a moment." She moaned quietly, trying to get her barring back to pick up the letter. It was rather difficult, with her boyfriend's little talons stabbing into her painfully full bladder."Come on, Celly. Surely that can wait." He looked up at her, pulling back slightly."It's f-from Twilight, it's p-probably important."Discord frowned. "Right when it was getting good, too..." He removed both his extremities from her body. She breathed a sigh of relief, her body visibly relaxing now that it wasn't being pushed so hard."Don't worry. It's not like I'm going any time soon." Celestia giggled, beginning to unroll the letter."That is true." He grinned, sitting down beside her. "So, what's the princess-in-training up to? Anything interesting?"Celestia quickly read over the letter. "She said that she and her friends are having a contest of sort... Mmm... She wants me to help her out with it.""Oh, I think I remember Fluttershy mentioning something of the sort... Something about 'testing their limits' or whatever." He rubbed his chin. "So, what does she need help with?""She doesn't say... just that she wanted me to come as soon as I could.""Well... It's not like we have anything to do now, is there?""I suppose you're right..." Celestia sighed, standing up and hobbling to the closet."Mind if I go ahead and go? I'll meet you at her library.""Be my guest. I won't be long- just need to get dressed again." She said, bending over to pick her belt back up before she opened the closet."See ya there, Celly."Discord snapped his fingers, disappearing behind her.
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In a flash of her bright magic, Celestia appeared outside of her student's humble library. The sun had fully set, the moon beginning to rise. She placed a hand gingerly on the buckle of her belt, forcing herself to wear the accursed thing. If it were anyone else she'd have to meet with, she may have gotten away with going without it, but her student was no fool. She'd have noticed and astutely pointed it out, and she'd rather not have to deal with the chore of explaining it at the moment.With a quick breath, she walked up to the library's front door, trying to stay as natural was one with such a full bladder could be. She knocked, stepping back and-The door opened unusually quickly. "Hello, Princess. Come in." Twilight motioned her in. She entered, her student shutting the door behind them. Her hands fumbled with the lock, panicky and shaky."Is everything alright?" Celestia turned to her student, wearing star patterned shorts and an old t-shirt. Her eyes had bags beneath them as if she hadn't slept the previous night. "Yes, it's nothing major." She turned to face her teacher, though she didn't meet her gaze. "I- I just needed some help setting up this thing we're doing.""Okay..." Celestia agreed. "So, what did you need from me?""I- uh" Her legs pressed together for a moment, her hands twitching slightly. "I needed help with a few spells. Everything else is pretty much done.""I'll see what I can do.""Great. Let me just, uh-" Twilight quickly stepped passed her mentor. No- more like hobbled, each step seeming to be less balanced than the last. "F-Follow me please, Princess." She said with a quivering voice.
The alicorn followed behind her pupil. It felt odd, seeing the usually calm, composed student acting so uncoordinated and frazzled. Why is she being so strange?Celestia looked around the kitchen as she entered. The marble counter towards the left side of the room sat cleared and the sink towards the middle was completely empty. A few empty bottles of water sat on top of the wooden table towards the center of the room. "I- I was experimenting with... er..." Twilight tapped her fingers against the table, her legs shaking slightly. "Balloons... a-and how to increase their capacity without risking increasing the risk of bursting prematurely."Oh… does she need to…? A little blush spread across her face. Perhaps it was just Celestia's mind making her motions out to be more than they actually were, but it would’ve made sense that her student simply needed to use the bathroom, considering her strange behavior and the nature of the spell she had described. I wonder… no, she couldn't really need to, could she?Celestia forced the more risque thoughts out of her mind for the moment. She swallowed, forcing a lump down her throat and sitting down at the kitchen table."And?" Celestia questioned. Her student danced slightly, only making her blush deeper. As perverse, and as shameful as it was for her to admit, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't the least bit interested in seeing her student so desperate."I-I could always protect it from bursting, b-but I never could increase the capacity. Maybe you could h-help me?"
I can't help it, I have to ask."And what do these 'balloons' have to do with the contest you mentioned?""Um..." Twilight's face flushed brightly. "Er... C-Could I tell you after?" She questioned with a giggled. Celestia's brow furled with a stare of disapproving stare. Twilight turned her head towards the table."R-Right..." Twilight sighed, clearly reluctant to disclose why. "W-We're going to... h-have a holding contest."Celestia felt her pulse rise. Suddenly, her bladder didn't seem like such a pressing issue."As in... holding your pee?"Her student could only manage a quick nod of her head, too embarrassed to speak.
I wonder if she's been holding for a long time? Perhaps a few hours? Or maybe since this morning? Celestia blushed deeply, her perverted thoughts seeming to return to the forefront of her mind. "Y- You six aren't doing it now, are you?""N-No!" Twilight responded, a little too quickly. "I-I mean, not for a few days." She said, sitting down across from her teacher. Her figure bounced subtly, though she tried to steel herself in front of her. It was as arousing as it was adorable, seeing her student fight so valiantly not to let her see how much she really needed to go. Not that it mattered at this point."Mm, alright." She said, a hint of skepticism about her.All the Elements of Harmony, having a holding contest... Now that'd be a sight to see.Celestia cleared her throat, taking a quiet, stuttering breath. "So, I assume this will be for bladders, not balloons, correct?" She placed a hand on her right knee, digging her fingernails into the skin. Her bladder twitched slightly, her arousal making it harder to keep herself contained. Calm down, keep control...Twilight, yet again, nodded violently. Her right hand sat atop the table while the left pressed into her crotch below."And you've been testing these on balloons, correct?"Yes, p-princess.""Well, that explains why it wouldn't work. Magic like this works off of the magic of the person it's being cast on." Celestia explained, sitting down at the table. She turned her head towards the table, forcing her eyes away from her student's poorly hidden potty-dancing. "As long as you cast it on a person, their magic will support it. Even on those without a horn or wings, like Applejack and Pinkie Pie.""Ah... R-Right... How'd I miss that?" Twilight rubbed her forehead. "I apologize, princess. It- It seems like calling you here was just a waste of time.""Nonsense. My duties for the day are completed, and I always have time for my most faithful student." She waved Twilight's concerns away. "I think I can stay for a little chat.”
"Okay, " Twilight turned around and walked up to the refrigerator. She subtly bounced in place as she grabbed a bottle of water for Celestia. She turned around, a cloud of her magic shutting the door behind her as she walked back up to her. "Here." She set the bottle down in front of Celestia before sitting back down in her seat with a groan."Not thirsty?" Celestia questioned, unscrewing the top and taking a quick swig."Not really... I had some coffee before you came over." She mumbled, both hands under the table. Celestia could only imagine what she could be doing... Perhaps pressing into her lap, desperate to hide her needy movements, or perhaps shoving them into her shorts to get more direct help? Not to mention the addition of coffee to help fill her up faster. Her imagination ran wild, almost forgetting that Twilight could very easily see her staring."So, if I may ask, what's the point of this contest? Forgive me if I sound rude, but it doesn't seem like it has much to do with friendship.""Well..." Twilight twitched a little, a hiccup escaping her and her breathing becoming shaky. "I thought, since we've been so busy recently, we haven't really had a chance to hang out. Not s-since Cadence and Shining's wedding." She confessed as she stared blankly at the table. "So, I asked for some advice from Cadence, a-and she suggested that we got together for a few days, like a sleepover. I-I asked them about it, they agreed, b-but Pinkie... and Rainbow Dash..." Twilight pursed her lips, sighing aloud. "They suggested it... and... um... we... uhh..." She trailed away from her sentence, blushing deeply."You all agreed?" Celestia finished the poor woman's sentence. She nodded, taking a large gulp from her bottle. "And how long is this going to last?""Err... I'm not entirely s-sure." She rubbed the back of her head. "Maybe a few days? I- Uh, I guess it depends on how long we can... 'l-last.'""Mmhm..." Celestia took another gulp, having downed half the bottle already. She grimaced a little as she realized, cursing herself for getting distracted. She knew she'd feel the added water later.Twilight whimpered quietly, leaning forward slightly, squeezing her eyes shut. Her chair squeaked as she writhed and squirmed around. Celestia almost felt sorry for her, certainly able to sympathize with her situation."Is everything okay?"Twilight's head snapped up. "Uh- y-yeah, I just..." Her face flushed. "I-I need to pee...""Oh, really?" She said, trying her hardest to sound surprised.Twilight nodded. "I... I thought I might test the spell out, but..." She chewed her lip. "... it didn't work out...""I see." She nodded, covering her mouth as she grinned. I wonder how long she's waited to test it? Maybe a few hours? Not to mention the amount of concentration it'd take to cast it on such a full bladder.All of that time, squirmy and desperate… maybe I should stay for an hour or two, keep her away from the toilet, and watch her squirm. That'd be a show worth staying up all night for.
Celestia dug her nails into her knee again, bringing her thoughts to heel. She cursed herself for being so shamelessly horny, but her mind continued to wander. Thankfully, she still had some sense about her. She gulped down the last of the water before she stood. “Well, I won't keep you any longer.”
“You don't have to rush on m-my account, princess.” Twilight stood up, following behind her.
“Oh, it's no issue. I should be back to Canterlot soon anyways, I cannot stay out much longer if I intend to raise sun in the morning.” She walked towards the exit. Twilight stepped forward, opening the door for her mentor. “I’ll speak with you later, my pupil.”
“A-Alright. Bye, princess.” She waved before she quickly closed the door.
Celestia grinned, a hand pressed against her lap. I really should find Discord. We need to get back to Canterlot. She walked towards the empty town center. And he needs to finish what he started earlier...
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Princess Celestia slowly headed down the desolate road. The moon had rose over the horizon, firmly planted at the corner of the sky. Its light illuminated the dirt path to Fluttershy's cottage. Her bladder was quickly making itself known again, throbbing with each step she took. She walked at an odd, jittery pace, taking breaks every few seconds to squeeze herself or cross her legs. Without somepony like Twi to distract, it was difficult not to have it on her mind consistently. That, and the pressure. Stars, the pressure.
She took a few sputtering breaths, turning her head downwards, to the dirt below. Her bulge poked out a little, though it was rather hard to notice without actively looking for it. I can't believe how big it is… She chewed her lip, giving it a gentle rub. It felt firm, rigid. There was little, if any, give to it. She covered her mouth, a moan threatening to slip through her lips. Her lower body locked up. She doubled over, her legs pressing together and a hand pressed into her lap.
By the sun... how am I gonna get through tomorrow?
The sound of squeaking startled her, causing her body to jerk up in an unnatural moment. Her hands returned to her side, and her thighs quickly separated, though it pained her to do so. Keep control… you are not about to piss yourself.
A wooden cart rolled forwards in front of her, five large kegs stacked on top of it. Every bump and push of the long, worn cart caused the contents inside to slosh around, giving her bladder some rather unpleasant pangs of need. It seemed like it was heading to Fluttershy's too, beginning to turn into the smaller path directly to her cottage. Applejack pushed behind it, wearing her normal hat with a flannel, button-up shirt, worn blue jeans with tears at the knees, and a pair of brown boots. She stopped at the side of the road, wiping her brow and breathing a strained sigh.
Celestia took a few stuttered steps towards her. "Hello, Applejack."
AJ jumped, glancing up to her. A small blush spread across her face,. "Er, howdy, princess!" She smiled widely, her eyes wide as she slowly stepped to the side of the cart. "Didn't see ya there! Heh...hehehe…” She chuckled, clearly nervous in her presence.
"Oh, I was just needed to help Twilight with a few things." She noted, crossing one leg over the other. "What're you doing out here at this time of night?"
"I was just… uhhh…" She glanced back towards her cargo for a moment. "B-Bringing these barrels to Flutters'."
"Oh really?" Celestia grinned. "I think Twilight did mention something about about you providing drinks for that contest…"
AJ froze for a moment. "... You know about that?"
"Mmhm, no need to hide it."
AJ breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank the stars…" She quickly turned around. "That'd've been a nightmare to explain." She began to push the cart again, causing that torturously sloshing to start again.
"So, why are you doing this at night?" She walked beside her, crossing her arms over her chest. Her bladder throbbed at the sounds of the liquid, reminding her of her own situation. She couldn't indulge it's needs at the moment, not when she was around someone
"Twi asked me to bring Flutters all this water and cider, ma'am. Somethin' about not drawin' attention, 'er somethin' like that..." She said, though Celestia couldn't pay too much attention to her.
"I see…" Celestia nodded. It made sense, her student didn't exactly seem too keen on everyone in town knowing about it, seeing how it took her so long to get it out of her.
"If ya don't mind me askin', princess, what're you doin' out here at this time of night? Thought you'd be in Canterlot, since you're done with Twi."
"Well…" She paused for a moment, quickly rubbing her legs together. "I needed to check in with Discord. Haven't spoken in a few weeks, we have a few things to discuss."
"Ah, right." AJ nodded as she slowed to a stop in front of the cottage, giving a mercifully quick end to the sloshing. Celestia took a deep breath, feeling like it was the first time she had since she had met with AJ. Her foot tapped against the ground, her body beginning to grow impatient with her blatantly ignoring its needs. "Ya stayin' in town tonight, or are you headin' back to Canterlot?"
"Going back to the palace, right after I finish up here." She interlaced her fingers at the waist, right below her belt buckle.
"Right, no need to keep ya waitin' then."
AJ stepped past the cart, heading towards the front porch. Princess Celestia followed behind her, seeing a little light peeking out through the windows. A couple figures sat in front of the light, casting long shadows out onto the porch.
The pair of ponies stepped up onto the porch. Applejack knocked on the front door, backing up and waiting for the cottage's timid inhabitant, or its chaotic one, to answer.
After a minute or two of waiting(but what felt like a half-hour to Celly's full bladder), Fluttershy answered the door. She poked her head out from behind the door, her face turning bright red upon seeing the princess.
"O-Oh, hi AJ." She stuttered, glancing over to Celestia multiple times.
"Hey, I was just wonderin' where I can leave the cart at." AJ pointed back towards the cart.
"Er…" Fluttershy stepped out slightly, dressed in long, exposing her pink, long-legged pajama bottoms and her white T-shirt. "Just around the side of the house. To the left." She suggested. AJ nodded, turning around and heading back towards the cart. "H-Hello, princess."
"Hello, Fluttershy." She smiled. "Is Discord here? I need to-"
Her sentence came to a screeching halt as the sounds of liquids sloshing inside the barrels quickly returned. A gasp was caught in her throat, a squirt or dribble of pee dangerously close to forcing its way out of her body, to escape into her dress and onto Fluttershy's porch. Her whole body flinched, the pressure almost overwhelming her. A quiet hiss slipped through her lips, her legs almost instinctively crossing. Her hands shook, balled into fists as she resisted her the urge to grab herself. To dance and quake in front of the timid woman, her hands shoved between her tightly crossed legs. But that behavior was unbecoming of her, a princess, an Alicorn, and a millennia-old pony. She couldn't- she wouldn't!
"Princess?" Fluttershy meekly stepped in front of her. "You were talking?"
"Err- is Discord here?"
"Umm… yes. D-Do you need him?"
"Yes, please." She said, a little too quickly to be calm. Fluttershy quickly nodded, scurrying back into the house. She squeezed the ends of her dress, the forsaken swishing and sloshing still able to be heard as AJ passed the porch. Hold it, hold it, hold it…
Celestia shifted from foot to foot. She placed a hand on her bladder, clinching the rock hard mass of liquid. Sweat rolled down her temples, beginning to accumulate on her arms and between her thighs. It's almost unbearable. T- There's so much trying to come out!
The swishing came to a sudden stop, giving a mercifully quick end to her torture. She straightened her figure, standing flat on her feet with her legs separated. They can't know.
Applejack quickly approached the porch, around the same time that Fluttershy did. Discord followed behind her, a mischievous little grin growing as he approached her.
"Here," Fluttershy stepped out in front of her draconequus friend, walking down the porch and gently taking hold of AJ's right arm. "Let's go over here, t-they have to talk." They walked around the house, towards the side where those evil barrels had been left.
"Yes, princess?" He asked with that evil grin on his face.
"We need to go back to the castle."
"Ah, I would love to, but-"
"No, we need to go back to the castle."
"Ah… I see," He raised his paw, holding his first finger. "Unfortunately, I already made the promise to help Fluttershy set up for her little competition here. I shouldn't break a promise, should I?"
Celestia was stunned- after all the time she had waited, she was still denied a little relief?! She wouldn't accept it- she had to convince him!
"Discord, we really ought to finish that chat we had before." She glanced back and assured that two ponies were out of sight. In a swift motion, her hand moved from her side into her lap, pressing down into her crotch. "It really is a pressing matter, we cannot wait much longer." She danced slightly in place, her heels tapping against the wooden porch. Her boyfriend's demeanor changed. He stood with his talons and paw crossed at the bottom of his waist, conveniently covering up any evidence of if her teasing was getting to him. Though, she could've sworn that she saw a small blush on his face as she began to wiggle about, his smile growing wider.
I need to go further, but… Celestia glanced to the side of the porch. She could see the pair of ponies' shadows, standing close to the edge of the cottage. But they're right there… I- I shouldn't… A deep red blush spread across her face, her heart racing at the thought of the pair stepping out and seeing her dancing and shaking in such an inappropriate way. It was so… exciting, leaving her craving more of the adrenaline.
Oh, fuck it! She was not stopping in the middle again! Not if Applejack or Fluttershy walked around the corner, not if she needed to go back, not for anything! She was sick of being so routine and predictable, she needed a change!
She leaned forward, chewing her lip. "And I have… other urgent issues that need addressing." Celestia took hold of his paw, leading it onto her leg, she gave him a quick peck on his neck, leaning closer towards him. Her bladder tensed slightly, sending shivers all across her body. He put his talons around her back, pulling her dress strap off her shoulder. "I promise you, it certainly isn't going to be anything boring."
"You do make a tempting offer." He began, returning her kiss with his own on her collar. "A very, very tempting offer…" He whispered, his head moving up to her ear. Never in her life had she wanted to pin him down and ride him until the morning than she did at that moment!
"And as much as I'd love to speak with you… we both know what happens if we do it right now."
She groaned quietly. "Please? I'd really rather do it now." Celestia lead his paw higher up her thigh. "Wouldn't it feel so much better to get it off your chest sooner rather than later?"
"And risk you letting it out before I'm ready? Please." He snickered, giving her a peck on the tip of her chin. "You know how I feel, but I know you and I will enjoy this a lot more if we wait. Besides, it's not like you can't wait a little longer to let it all out, can you?"
She sighed. "B-But, we need to-" "I promise, tomorrow afternoon."
Celestia sighed, defeated yet again. "Fine… but I'm not waiting again, no matter what happens." She pulled the strap of her dress back to its appropriate spot, giving her crotch a quick squeeze as she pressed her thighs together. The pair separated, standing a respectable distance away from each other.
"Since when are you the impatient one?" He snickered.
"Since I started fuc- talking with you." She shot back with a cheeky little grin. He chuckled loudly, echoing throughout the quiet forest.
"Anyhow, I should get back to Canterlot. I've already spent too much time away."
"Whatever you say. I'll be helping Flutters with setting up for their little contest for most of the day, so you won't have to worry too much about me messing with you."
Celestia nodded, turning away from him. "Don't be late." She said sternly, stepping off the porch. In a flash of light, and a bit of magic, she teleported back to her bedroom in Canterlot.
She kicked off her shoes, quickly unbuckling her belt and tossing it on the floor below. Her hands fumbled with the dress for a moment before she managed to pull it over her long hair and tossed it to the ground, beside the belt. She didn't even bother changing into her night gown, lying down in her bed with only her bra and panties on. It didn't take long for the Alicorn to fall asleep, having had such a long day. |
Celestia twisted around in her bed, her body glistening in the moonlight with a slick coat of sweat. Sleep for her had been rather short and restless. Her body, no matter how much she turned, rolled, sat, or laid, couldn't get comfortable. She could feel the piss sloshing around inside her bladder with each motion, only adding to her discomfort. Rather impolite words had been said between her and her bladder, cursing it for not being big enough to hold it for three days with ease, or for bothering her with something as insignificant as being full. She wished she had the foresight to memorize the spell Twilight had been working on. Though, she could be forgiven for forgetting, what with her faithful student acting the way she did. Not to mention her aching, painfully full bladder.
"Mmm…" She tightly crossed her legs together. The sheets beneath her were wrinkled and hot, though thankfully not wet. Her hands were shoved between her thighs, desperately grabbing at her crotch. She clawed at her panties, dampened with sweat around her inner thigh, which only added to her troubles.
"F- Fuuuuuuuuuuck…" Celestia groaned. Her knees pushed up into the covers, a painful wave of desperation threatening to ruin her mattress and stain her sheets. With as full as she felt, she was worried she might flood the floor around the bed. Perhaps enough to trickle out into the hall, for guards, servants, and, heaven forbid, her sister to pass by and see… how humiliating that'd be.
She turned onto the right side of the bed, lying across the bed. Her head rested on the side of the bed, peeking up to her window. The moon was in view, parts of it blocked by several clouds and taller parts of the castle. It was almost time for her to start getting ready.
Celestia sat up. Magic formed at the tip of her horn, illuminating the dark room and opening her wardrobe. She stretched, lifting her arms over her head and extending her wings as far as they would go. Her arms didn't stay there for long, going right back between her crossed legs. I need to go, I need to go, I need to go… She chewed her lower lip, slowly shuffling her legs off the bed. Her heels tapped against the floor. With little desire to try to stand up with a such a full bladder, she sat there, pulling out her attire for the day with her magic. She pulled out a simple, long dress, with no need for a belt along with a fresh pair of panties and a new bra.
"Ohhh…" Celestia huffed, giving her crotch a quick press before she reached back, unclipping her bra and slipping it off. She quickly slipped the other on, opting this time to clip it with her magic, leaving her hands free to hold herself. Her bladder very obviously bulged out and her panties were almost obscured by the large mass of pee, though she could definitely feel the lining cutting into her rock-hard bulge. If someone didn't know any better, one might assume the princess had perhaps decided to finally have an heir to her throne with some lucky lord or prince.
I'm gonna have to stand to put the rest of it on. Celestia realized with a stuttering breath. "J-Just a couple of seconds, Celly, t-then you can sit back down." She told herself, beginning to rock on her heels. Her body moved back and forwards for a few seconds, before she stood straight up from her bed.
Stars, was that a bad decision.
Almost immediately, she doubled over with a loud cry. Both her hands reached into her underwear, practically clawing at her urethra in an effort to keep all of it inside. She clenched her teeth, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her knees knocked together, the discomfort in her bladder almost sending her back onto the bed.
H-How am I gonna get through a whole day of court like this?!
Her legs shook, feeling as limp as a noodle. She looked downwards, her hands refusing to budge. I-I can't… She hissed quietly, her breaths short and quick. Even the simple act of breathing in for more than a few seconds increased her need. Her magic died, sending her clothes onto the bed behind her. Tears came to her eyes, clamped down on her pussy like a vice.
"Come on!" Celestia huffed, forcing her legs apart. She slowly, painfully pulled a hand up, forcing one side of her panties down. Her body creaked and shook and uncontrollably shivered. She moved to the other side, barely able to grab it, and pushed it down. Her panties fell to the floor, finally allowing her to hold herself. She moaned, crossing her legs again.
Okay, okay, okay… J- Just a little more.
Yet, she knew it would feel like more than "just a little." Her bladder felt like it was going to pop any second, though she willed herself to hold longer.
Her magic surrounded her panties, though she could barely keep her concentration long enough to hold them up. Celestia slid them off the bed, sending them to the floor. She lifted her left foot, her dying magic quickly slipping her panties on. Her bladder ached, the unbalanced position she had taken causing her some more discomfort.
Her hands quickly returned to their prior positions; clutching her pussy with all their might. She squirmed slightly, using one last bit of magic to slip the dress over her head. In a quick motion, she slipped her arms into their appropriate holes in the dress, immediately pressing into her crotch. She shifted from foot to foot, trying so hard not to let any out.
"Mmmf…" Celestia huffed, slowly shuffling forward. She looked down at her shoes, realizing she'd need to sit back down to slip on her socks and put them back on. Then stand back up. Again.
F-Fuck it, I'm not risking it. Celestia cursed, using elbow to open her closet. She had a pair of tennis shoes for when she jogged, a pair of open-toed high heels for formal events, and a pair of small pair of slip-on shoes, with a slightly elevated heel. That'll do.
Her horn brightened, her magic weakly pushing the shoes onto the floor. She slipped them on and slowly, painfully turned around and walked up to the door.
I have to make it, I don't have any other choice. She reminded herself. E-Even if I'm already dying to go, I have to make it. At least until tonight.
Celestia took a deep breath, trying to steel herself for the day ahead. She knew it was gonna be difficult holding an extra day when Discord proposed the idea, but she had hoped she might not be so full when the time came. Her body so desperately wanted to void its contents. To let her aching bladder rest, and give her a bit of a reprieve. But, she couldn't. Not yet. Not until Discord told her she could. And stars, she hoped he would relent soon. It was almost too much to bear, but she would bear it.
She slowly, shakily removed her hands from the front of her dress, moving to open the door and step out into the hall, preparing for the day ahead. |
Celestia stepped inside her room, immediately turning around and locking the door. As soon as she heard the click of the locking mechanism, she pushed both hands between her legs. Her legs mashed together, stuttering, shaky breaths escaping her. The pressure was insanely intense, and the last few hours had not been easy for her. She was almost always on the verge of pissing herself.
Discord…! She quite literally hobbled over to her bed, managing to slip her shoes off. Hurry, please! Celestia sat down at the edge of her bed, legs bouncing and hands clenching. Orange rays of light pierced the dark room, her sun setting slowly as the moon rose. He was late, unusually so, even for him. She, in her desperate stupor, had waited for him in their usual spot, bouncing, hands balled up at her sides, legs forced apart so she wouldn’t have to worry about being caught in a compromising position. After an hour, she could bear her desperation no longer.
You said you wouldn't be late… She hissed quietly, her bladder throbbing. It wouldn't be too much longer before her body would force it out of her, she was reaching her limits. She had barely made it thus far, what if Discord took longer than she could manage to wait? What would her punishment be? They hadn't discussed such topics when they had first started, though she was sure her boyfriend would find something to take away from her if she failed. Perhaps failure to hold would incur more holding? Stars, after such a long hold, being made to hold more would be torturous.
Celestia shifted back, crossing one leg over the other. Her mind wandered to the thought of possible punishment. Her boyfriend, as childish as he was, he wouldn't do anything to embarrass her. Not unless she wanted him to, at least. Humiliation, teasing, and… erm… denial of "relief" during particularly intense make out sessions had always been a favorite of theirs, though they hadn't found time for it, recently.
Stars, he'd better have something good for me if I-I'm going through all this. Her legs crossed a second time at the ankles, but it did little to help relieve the pressure.
Knock
Knock
Knock
"Celly?"
A wave of relief washed over her as she heard her boyfriend's voice. Finally!
A cloud of her magic surrounded the door handle, opening it with a quick twist. Discord quickly stepped in, closing the door. He went to lock it, only for her magic to do it for him, with such force that the metal had curved slightly.
"Jeez… someone's on edge." He grinned, turning back towards her. Her legs were bouncing. He turned back towards her, a slight smile on his face. "So, how're holding up? That bladder ready to pee?"
A small whimper escaped her, her hands moving to her crotch. "P-Please, don't talk about it. I'm going to burst."
"Oh, I'm certain." He stepped up to her, placing a hand on her thighs. His talons traced up to her bladder
"Nnh…"
"Just a little poke and you're already whining?"
"I need to go, Discord!" She snapped, baring her teeth. Both hands were dug into her dress, the ends tightly wrapping around her thighs. Discord's grin only widened.
"Just a bit longer."
"I-I really don't know if I can- eep!"
Discord pushed her onto her back, holding her down.
"I don't remember you having any choice but to." He grinned, giving her a quick peck on her neck. "I am still in charge here, sweetie."
She paused momentarily, watching him move downwards, his paw firmly holding her bladder.
"I…" Celestia's legs crossed, the slightest pressure against her bulge threatening to force piss from her. She chewed her lip, wincing and shifting up into the bed. "Y-You won't win… I-I can make it as l-long as I need to…"
"Oh, we'll see about that..."
His paw went against her bladder, giving it a press. She gasped, her legs twisting together. "F-Fuck!"
"Tsk- language, dear." His talons moved between her legs, reaching down into her inner thighs and forcing them apart. He slipped between them, forcing her to keep her legs apart.
“D-Discord, I-I-I really, really need to pee.”
"Hold on just a bit longer, dear…" He leaned down, their stomachs touching and his chest rubbing against hers. Her nipples stabbed against him, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. "Besides, if you can wait just a bit longer… I'll let you have a reward."
Celestia could barely hear him, the sound of her pounding heart filling her ears. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. his hips grinding against hers as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. The sensation of his hardened penis alone, even through her dress and panties, was nearly enough to make her cum. Her bladder, as painfully full as it was, gave her an immense amount of pleasure. She didn't know it was possible to feel this good.
"Hah-" She pulled away, a few hot breaths escaping her. "P-Please, make me cum." Her ankles locked around his back, keeping him from pulling away.
"Mmm, I do think you've earned a bit of relief." He continued to grind against her, his paw slipping under her dress and moving down to her clit.
His paw slid down, rubbing her clit and pulling her panties aside. Discord pushed his pants down onto his ankles, plunging his penis inside her wet, tight pussy.
A loud cry escaped her, his movements sending waves through her bladder. "Goddd, k-keep going!"
Discord kept moving, taking hold of her hips and thrusting inside of her. She huffed and moaned quietly, Celestia mainly focusing on trying not to piss on her boyfriend and end her fun too soon.
"G-Goodness, you are enjoying this." He leaned down, his head resting on her large breasts. His talons tore off the strap concealing the one on her right, and tugging on her now-exposed nipple. This elicited a rather loud moan from her, her back arching, arms wrapping around his back and pulling her close.
"I-I'm close!" She cried. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling his length completely inside of her as she came. She whined and moaned, her lips moving to his neck and gently nibbling. Her body shook and trembled, the pleasure of his warm, potent load filling her almost too much to bear, not to mention her bursting bladder. Her walls clamped down around his shaft, milking and squeezing out his load and spilling into her womb. His balls tightened up, a loud, visceral grunt escaping him. He took a few quiet breaths as he relaxed against her body.
“Mmm… S-Stars… that was-”
A sudden squirt of piss escaped her, colliding with his stomach. She hissed, a hand going to hold herself, but it was already too late. Celestia could feel her bladder reaching its limits, feeling it tense and clench up thanks to the rather intense love-making session. Discord quickly pulled out of her.
“I-I can’t wait anymore!” She whined, sitting up, another spurt shooting out into the sheets beneath her. “Please, can I go?!”
“Mmm… I dunnoooo…” He rubbed his chin. “I guess you’ve earned some relief.” Discord snapped his fingers, a large bucket appearing beside him, going about as high as high as his knees. She didn’t wait for him to change his mind, practically leaping onto it as soon as she could. A jet of piss escaped her, colliding with the bottom of a bucket with a loud hiss. Immediately, an immense wave of relief washed over her. Her bulge slowly started to deflate, all the pressure and pee that had been building up for so long finally being let out. She huffed quietly under her breath, all the difficulty she had holding up to this moment all worth it. Every second of this heavenly relief was worth the hours of trouble and fighting against her body’s natural urges.
A few more minutes passed of her bladder slowly voiding its contents, but it felt like hours of pleasure and relief. Slowly, after about fives minutes of near constant pissing, her stream slowed, then finally died out, her bladder finally
“My, you held so much!” Discord said. She hadn’t even thought of the volume in that span of time. Celestia turned down, her jaw dropping to see that nearly half of the bucket filled with her pee.
“S… So much…” She huffed, Celestia slowly shifted up, plopping back down on the bed. Her body felt drained, tired, after not only a long day’s work, but having held so much for so long.
“Are you okay, dear?”
Discord walked up to the bed, sitting down beside her. The bucket disappeared as he did, freeing up some room in front of them.
“Y-Yeah… just… tired…” She huffed, a quiet yawn escaping her. Her magic pulled her panties off and tugged her dress up off of her torso.
“Mmm, I can imagine. You did hold a lot.” He pulled the blanket out from beneath her, pulling it up over her legs and stomach. Discord scooted up beside her, slipping under the covers beside her. His arm slipped under her neck, gently pulling her a little closer.
“Mmm… that was so worth the wait.” She said, moving in a bit closer to him.
“I’m glad you thought so too.” He grinned, before a quiet yawn escaped him.
Celestia giggled. “Hmm, I guess we both could use some rest.”
The pair of them shuffled a little closer to each other, preparing to sleep after a rather long, fun day. Celestia flicked the lights off in the bedroom, the pair drifting to sleep. |
LISA
THE TRUTH IS DOWN THERE!
When I was a Research fellow, I used to earn some extra income by supervising
examinations. .
I was supervising a final exam for some Biology students. One of the class members was
Lisa, about 22 years old. She was slim, dark haired, and really had long sexy legs to die
for! I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her, especially since she was wearing a fairly
tight dark blue dress which, I had noticed as she walked in to her desk, came down to
about three inches above her knees, so I had a glimpse of tantalizing slender thighs as she
sat down.
As I said, I had a real problem keeping my eyes off her. I was walking up the aisle from
behind when I saw her quickly snatch something – looked like a little notebook – of the
desk and quickly put it into her backpack which was hanging from the back of her chair.
As I passed she bent her head down and seemed to be engrossed in her work.
When I was collecting their exam papers I asked her to come up to the front desk. I leant
back against the table and told her what I had seen her do. I asked her to show me the
contents of her bag. She placed them on the table – the ususal, change purse, lipstick etc.
And a small blue notebook.
“Is this the notebook I saw you take off the desk and place it in your bag as I passed you
during the exam? I asked firmly.
Lisa got really flustered – “I had been reading it before the test papers were given out,
and forgot to put it away when the exam started. I hadn’t looked at it during the exam!”
she started to stammer, really scared now.
I looked at the notebook, it was indeed a very well organized collection of study notes for
the course she was being examined on.
“You know that if this is reported, you could be expelled from the College, and won’t get
your degree! The regulations strictly forbid bringing any material like this into the
examination” Now while this was true, we never subjected students to a search as they
entered the exam.
As soon as I said that, Lisa just stared at me, her lovely large eyes were wide with
anxiety. Her mouth was open slightly as if to say something. Her face flushed, then she
turned very pale. She leant over on the table and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. She
began to tremble slightly, and I could see she was physically going into a state of shock
as she realised the impact of what I had said.
Lisa, her eyes still closed, moved her other hand and placed it low over her tummy. She
bent her knees slightly, and squeezed her legs together. I heard a faint hissing sound, and
as I looked at her legs, saw a little trickle run down between her thighs, then splash
around behind her knees and curving round her calves and splashing over her ankles onto
the floor. Lisa was wetting her pants I had often fantasied seeing a pretty girl like
Lisa doing just this, and I was fascinated, watching the streams splash down her legs. I
imagined her soaked pants, warm and wet, and the sensation of those trickles running
down her sensitive thighs. The exam had lasted over three hours, so I wasn’t surprised
she had to go quite badly. But this !! Well, this was fantastic !!
She turned sideways to hide her face, then turned away from me, so I could see the
streams course down the backs of her legs behind her knees. After about 10 seconds or
so she stopped wetting her pants, and the streams slowed to just a few drips which still
ran down her legs, drop by drop. She started to sob, her face now blushing deeply. I
walked over and gently placed my hand on her arm. She turned towards me, her face
bent down as she looked at the floor
“Lisa.” I said quietly, “I believe you. I won’t report you, of course you can go now.”
She briefly glanced up at me, her face was wet with tears, and her lips were trembling as
she muttered “thanks” and ran down the hallway to the exit.
======
Several months later I was at a college reception/dance at the opening of a new arts
building. I saw Lisa across the room. She had graduated, and was now working as a
research associate in the biochemistry department. She was completely out of my
jurisdiction now, so I went over to her, and after introducing myself, she indicated she
remembered me, asked her to dance. She quickly agreed, and soon we were on the dance
floor. It was an old fashioned party, with some of the quieter hits from the 70s playing,
so the dancing was slow. After a few moments we were dancing closely, and when the
music stopped playing just stood there together, my right arm around her waist, my left
hand clasped over hers which she was resting on my shoulder,. Neither of us made any
indication of moving apart, so I drew her slightly towards me, and she did not resist. I
suggested we go out on the balcony for a drink, and she agreed, so we walked out handin-
hand.
We stood together, looking over the city lights laid out beneath us like a view from a
plane.
“Dr. . . . . she began.
“Jeff ! . . . . .” I emphasized.
“Jeff” she said, holding her glass with both hands and turning to face me. “I never
thanked you for believing me at the exam last June.” She looked up at me. “Thanks for
giving me a chance!” Then she raised her face and kissed me on the cheek. I gently took
the glass from her hands and set it on the table beside us, I took both her hands in mine
and she moved close, turning her face to one side she rested her cheek on my shoulder
I moved my mouth closer to her ear and said quietly: “I knew you were telling the truth
when I saw you wetting your pants!”
“Oh God!” she moaned “That was the worst moment of my life – I really mean it. I don’t
know what you must have thought of me wetting my pants in front of you!”
“Well” I said, as I held her just a little bit more tightly, “If you had really been cheating
you would have been prepared for what I said to you.”
“Yes” she said – “I would have been on the defensive with my excuses. But your
accusation literally took my breath away – I was in shock, I could feel my legs give way,
and if I hadn’t had the table to lean on I am sure I would have collapsed onto the floor.
Instead, I just hung on to the table. I could feel myself starting to wet my pants, but was
paralysed – couldn’t move or stop it from happening. I was so embarrassed afterwards”
she went on, with a hint of a laugh in her voice. “You seemed like a really neat guy, and I
was so humiliated by my accident I didn’t sleep at all that night for thinking about it!”
“I have thought about you a lot ever since then,” I said after a few moments quietness. “I
really liked you right from the start, I found you incredibly attractive, and I am so happy I
have met you again like this!”
“I am so happy too.” Lisa whispered, pulling my head down towards her face. “I was so
sure you would have been completely turned off and disgusted with what happened ?”
“Oh no!” I whispered back – “Actually” and I hesitated – this could make or break the
relationship – “Actually I know this may sound kinda kinky, but seeing you wet your
pants was , well, was very, eh, . . .”
“Interesting ?” Lisa finished for me, then giggled as we began to kiss, mouth to mouth.
“Yes, very, eh interesting, and exciting!”
And that was the start of a memorable relationship. Lisa never really got into wetting herself
on a regular basis. But once in a while, when she was feeling particularly sexy, or
naughty, she would dress up in that blue dress. I knew what was going to happen, and I
was never disappointed!
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Amy’s foot tapped nervously against the sterile linoleum floors of the doctor’s office. Her appointment was supposed to be an hour ago but the waiting room has been packed and it felt as if the nurses were calling every name but hers. The air conditioning easily penetrated her white button down and goosebumps were clearly visible on her legs since her tight, light gray, work skirt left them mostly exposed.
Her eyes kept darting hesitantly over towards the bathroom door. Every time they did she couldn’t help but think of all the liquids she’d consumed that day. A few cups of coffee and then several bottles of water to combat the dehydration coffee inevitably brought about. She had left work without using the bathroom because she had assumed this visit would be quick. She was paying the price for that rationale now. She dreaded to get up and relieve herself for fear that her name would be called while she was gone and she’d lose her place in line.
Right as her need escalated enough to make her squirm in her seat, her name was finally called. She stood up quickly and instantly regretted it when the motion momentarily put more pressure on her bladder, but even still she did her best to not give away her urgent need. The nurse led her to an empty room before turning to her and passing her one of those hospital gowns with the open back. “Please remove your clothes and bra then put this on. Afterwards feel free to take a seat and the doctor should be with you shortly,”.
Amy waited until the door had closed firmly behind the nurse and then took several moments to steel herself. She knew her aching bladder would not appreciate the strain that undressing would cause her and so she tried to strengthen her resolve before beginning the process. She removed her button down first, knowing the garments on her body would be the least painful to remove. Her plain white bra followed shortly afterwards.
Now she was filled with apprehension. She kicked off her heels with relative ease but the tightness of her skirt would require her to shimmy out of it. She took a deep breath before unzipping the skirt and beginning to tug it off, thus having to bend progressively lower as her skirt work its way down her legs. She couldn’t help but moan as her skirt finally made its way to her ankles, a decent sized squirt hitting her pink panties. She quickly stood up, slightly panicked, and grabbed her crotch to prevent another leak. Only once she was positive she had regained control did she remove her hands, step out of her skirt, and don the hospital gown.
The paper on the examination table crinkled as she sat on it. She continued to squirm the slightest bit as she waited eagerly for the doctor’s arrival. After several more minutes had passed she had begun to squirm more frantically and crossed her legs. She quickly ceased such activities when the doctor finally entered several more minutes afterwards.
To her dismay, the doctor was an attractive fellow and had to have been right around her age. While she would typically enjoy having such eye candy around, especially one that would be examining her near naked body, she dreaded the thought of humiliating herself in front of such a gorgeous man. She understood nothing as he attempted to explain what he was going to do as part of her physical because her concentration was solely on her aching bladder and making sure she didn’t release it all over the table.
Suddenly she felt the cold of his stethoscope sliding around her back. She did her best to breathe as instructed but she couldn’t hide the tension in her body from the doctor’s keen gaze. “I know doctor’s visits can be scary but I promise I won’t bite. Lighten up!” the doctor said as he attempted to console her. She tried to do as he asked but the minute she relaxed a bit she felt a hot jet of urine force its way into her panties. Her face flames red although it seemed the momentarily spurt had not managed to make its way through the barrier of her underwear. She sighed in relief when the doctor removed the stethoscope only to be filled with dread once more when she realized he was to test her reflexes. Part of her attempts to hold had involved keeping her thighs tightly pressed together but the reflex test would require her to separate them. She tried to subtely take deep breaths to prepare herself but even that wasn’t enough.
While she did manage to spread her legs, the first tap and subsequent reaction was enough to cause another spurt to leak out of her quickly tiring bladder. This time it passed through her panties, the jet crinkling the paper when it landed. The doctor seemed to take no notice until it happened again after he tapped her second leg. Even then he only gave her a peculiar look before shrugging it off and beginning his examination.
At this point poor Amy was shaking, her urethra quivering as its hold threatened to break. She was entirely unaware now of the doctor’s ministrations. She could feel when his hands would poke or prod her but her attention was entirely on her poor, overextended bladder. A slight hissing could be heard for a moment and the paper crinkling once again when another leak forced its way out of her. Once again the doctor shot a peculiar look Amy’s way.
“Alright Amy I will be right back,” he told her, shooting one last glance her way before exiting the room. Almost as soon as he was gone Amy’s poor bladder finally gave out. She could do nothing but cover her face and try not to cry as an audible hissing noise filled the room, a telltale crinkling as her stream hit the table, and then the splattering noise as her urine dripped from off the table onto the floor below. The doctor returned to find her there in that same position, piss cascading out of her and onto the floor.
Eventually her flow subsided and the only sound in the room was the slow drips going from the table to the floor. There was a pause, the air heavy with tension. Eventually the doctor awkwardly cleared his throat, causing a chagrined Amy to lift her head and look at him shame faced. “So you’re erm. All good physically,” the doctor told her. Amy nodded her head and stood up, cringing at the feeling of her wet panties and also at the wet spot that had formed on the front of the hospital gown. The doctor turned to walk away, opened the door, only to pause there for a moment and turn back to her. “You may want to come back another time and get your bladder checked out though,” the doctor finally blurted out before swiftly leaving the room.
As Amy stewed in her misery inside the room, the doctor made his way down the hallway clearly flustered. Eventually a nurse, spotting his expression, stopped him, a slow smile growing on her face. “Another one pissed themselves didn’t they?” the nurse asked, suppressing a laugh. The doctor nodded “Fourth fucking one this week,” he lamented. The nurse burst out laughing, patting the doctor on the back in a vaguely comforting gesture before she continued down the hall, her laughter not ceasing for a moment. The doctor shook his head and heaved a sigh before walking off to deal with his next patient. |
Farrah is so desperate she can barely stand still, but the chamber pot is gone! She must find a way to empty her bursting bladder before it's too late.
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Farrah woke up early in the morning feeling her lover's embrace. The sun was peeking out from the clouds and illuminating the room through the open window, waking her up slowly and gently. She smiled to herself, feeling full in her heart and soul, though something else felt full as well. She was absolutely bursting for a wee. She lied there for a few minutes before making the decision that she couldn't wait. She moved a little out of his arms, but he only held her tighter. She loved that, just not right now. The poor girl hadn't urinated since yesterday morning! The whole day of sneaking around had not permitted her one chance of relief. Their love was private, a secret from the rest of the village. He had a wife on leave, but she'd been gone so long, and Farrah had loved him since the moment she laid eyes on him three years ago.
She couldn't get wrapped up in this now, though. She needed to go. Bad.
She wriggled out from under his arms, careful not to wake him. She was terrified at the thought of him seeing her pee. That would be too humiliating to bear. She crouched down to look under the bed (much to her bladder's dismay) but saw no chamber pot. Just empty space. Her heart dropped. What was she going to do? She had to go so badly that she couldn't stand still, and she had no clothes on to absorb any urine that might escape.
Farrah threw on some of the clothes she had on yesterday; a thin, white dress that would keep her covered enough to go downstairs to the tavern. She didn't bother with shoes or underwear. She left the room, closing the door as quietly as possible (lest he wake up and ask where she's going) while desperately stepping in place. She briskly made her way down the stairs, where the bartender stood talking to someone. She politely yet impatiently waited for him to finish while keeping her pee dance discreet.
"What?" he said, once his conversation had ended.
"There's no chamber pot in my room upstairs," Farrah said, trying not to sound too desperate.
"There's not? Huh. Well, there's no extra one here."
"What do you mean? Don't you have one?"
"I have one. I can't be letting my patrons use my chamber pot. There's a bush outside."
Farrah was starting to lose her composure. She was bobbing up and down when she worriedly asked "isn't there anything you can do to help me right now?"
The bartender handed her a glass mug. "Here," he said, chuckling.
"I can't use that!"
"It's all I've got."
She scoffed and went back upstairs, where she spent the next twenty minutes pacing around her room weighing her options. She had to pee really badly, and she was pretty sure she couldn't wait until she got back to the village. Her pacing had turned into kind of a march. She took two quick, normal steps, then brought one leg up a bit higher than usual. A wave hit, and she bent at the knees, squeezing herself with both hands. She was certain that she couldn't wait until she got back to the village. Damn her tiny bladder.
She went quickly down the stairs and out the door, where a road and some open land was. Some caravans were coming in her direction, so she had to do this quick. She was squeezing herself while she looked around for a good bush. The only two bushes were right there in front of the inn, along with some flowers. Everywhere else was just grass plains, with the exception of some far away trees. She really couldn't wait for this caravan to pass by to go, so she ran to a tree in the distance. Pee was sloshing around inside her bladder as she did this, but relief was so close! In a matter of seconds she would be releasing the pent-up torrent inside of her belly. When she got to the tree, though, she saw some children playing not a hundred feet away.
"I can't go here!" she whispered, stepping in place and holding herself. She ran to the next tree, but it was still in sight. Then the next one, but it was getting dangerously close to the village. She was running out of options. She ran all the way back to the inn to see if the caravan had left yet, all while her bladder screamed at her to stop moving so much. When she got there, her heart dropped. The caravan had stopped at the inn. They must be having a drink.
Farrah was running out of time. She couldn't control herself from doing a frenzied pee dance as she frantically looked around for a place to do her business. She patted herself between the legs and rushed into the inn, trying her best to keep her composure. The bartender was talking to the caravans. She went by them, plucked a mug out of the back of the counter, and went upstairs, where she could hold herself freely without embarrassment. She slowly turned the doorknob while her shaky legs danced madly, her pee becoming difficult to contain with nothing applying pressure on her maidenhood. She opened the door just a crack and peeked in. Her lover was still sleeping. Good.
She went inside as quickly as silently as she could, shut the door, and without wasting any time, squatted over the mug right where she was standing. Pee exploded out of her almost immediately, but she had to stem the flow. That was too loud. Her face was scrunched up and her urethra was on fire as she stared at her partner, making sure he was still asleep. He was. Though she tried to hold it steady, her hand was shaking, making the pee in the mug splash around. Maybe she would be more still once she started urinating. Gingerly, she opened the flood gates. A small amount of pee trickled out and ran down her butt, making her shiver and stem the flow once again. She stood up and pulled her labia apart, bending only a little at the knees, and tried peeing that way. She gently let go again, and it worked rather well. Relief, although small, washed over her as she watched her yellow river streaming out of her and into the mug. It was beginning to fill, though, and she had to stop again. She dumped it out the window, then started back up just as she did before. She filled up three and a half mugs of pee when she was done. Farrah sighed gleefully, feeling empty and refreshed. She wiped herself and her hands with the front of her white dress before taking it off, placing the mug by her bedside table, and climbing back into bed with her lover.
THE END |
So this is a little scifi setting I've been mulling around the past month or so. This is one of two projects. One is yet to be posted and an actual piece of fiction. This is an interactive story done in a disco channel so while it does have the length it's a little rough but thoroughly enjoyable thus far.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsemNhze7U Allow me to set the scene, to paint the canvas through which we will accompany our poor heroine. A small piece of music to help illustrate my vision of a corporate neon future. The San Angeles Metroplex or more commonly known as SANAM City. The remnants of the western North American Seaboard reformed on the temperate coast after the event... Everyone knows the event, it the world a chance to start over for better or worse. At a time during which the Earth's poles were reversing leaving the magnetosphere at a mere fraction of it’s strength the sun’s activity spiked. A devastating coronal mass ejection event started it all. Satellite’s circuitry fused in an instant, even the most hardened of communication systems ground to a halt with the interference generated by the petawatts of energy released upon the earth. High voltage transmission lines that made everyday living and the technology we relied on blew when the transformers melted, substations detonated from the ambient currents rippling through the atmosphere. Drives in all but the luckiest or most shielded locations were erased in a flash. The solar activity persisted and the power… stayed off. Governments crumbled, populations evaporated but as we are a tenacious species we carried on despite the adversity. The prevalence of nuclear reactors in the midwest and east coast left much of north america uninhabitable and a combination of factors made those who survived flock to the west coast. A temperate climate, the vast Pacific ocean, fertile farm ground and of course a lack of skin searing radiation which is a bonus. What little power structure survived was in the form of multinational corporations. Slowly they assumed control, provided stability, order. It wasn’t perfect but it was something.
But enough of that history lesson. Some people don’t even believe that’s what really happened. With such limited electronic records from the time numerous wild conspiracy theories fill the net. Crime, drugs, technology and a thin facade of corporate order holding it all together. Welcome to Sanam city. Flashy advertisements line the streets projecting holo images. Far above ground level the ultralux jet about in their aircars looking down on those below stuck using wheeled transportation. Cybernetic implants enhance everyday life helping with every task imaginable. The sky is the limit when it comes to augmentation and if you can dream it up and have the credit for it… Therein came the problem. As with any foreign object certain precautions had to be taken to ensure the body’s white blood cells don’t attack and reject it. The latest iteration from PharmaTek of their ubiquitous acceptance cocktail Serum5 has been all the rage. Used in surgery it is combined with a potent anesthetic which makes it a favorite to smoke as well often sold by less than scrupulous doctors on the side looking for a little bit of extra cash. What nobody was expecting was the drastic side effects that accompanied the new revision. It wreaked havoc with the parasympathetic nervous system but only with those who had a XX chromosome pairing. The effects were almost instantaneous. Females everywhere began to experience the symptoms. Increased appetites, lacrimation, drooling and worst of all what looked like an inexplicable onset of incontinence like effects stemming from much more sensitive sphincter muscles. Nobody knew how to deal with it and information was scarce. PharmaTek slicers worked round the clock to expunge any questions confused and concerned women raised on the net. Doctors were paid off to look the other way and attribute such incidents up to stress but it was growing too big to cover up.
With no fix insight and dollar signs in their eyes a pivot was made. After the first month past and the effects have spread to most if not all of the female population. Feminine incontinence wear sprang up practically overnight. Adverts and product campaigns in an effort to normalize and profit off of their own screwup. PharmaTek still hasn’t owned what it has done but profits are higher than ever now with it’s subdivisions devoting entire production lines to incontinence wear. Two months have passed since Serum5 hit the streets and the troubling issues brought with it are still fresh in everyone’s mind. Not everyone is accepting their fate laying down! Some still strive towards a cure to the sudden onset of symptoms but others resigned themselves to a life of ‘protection’.
A song played in the early hours of the morning. The greenish hue of the fading Aurora Centralis besieged by the distant rising sun. “Just five more minutes.” a groggy voice calls out from underneath a set of expensive silken sheets. “Ms Blackstar, it is unsanitary to sleep in your own urine. This is the third night in a row you have urinated in your bedding. I advise an appointment with the company clinic. I scheduled an appointment for thursday of this week.” the ‘helpful’ computerized assistant spoke. “and I would advise using the restroom before bed.” it said almost as if it was mocking her. Her cheeks turned red as she slowly woke up. It was right… the clammy cool feeling of soaked sheets clung to her skin. “Nnnngggg not again!” she growled, wrinkling her nose at the smell of piss. She’d have to do laundry again. “Just… cancel the appointment and deactivate.” she said, obviously in no mood to be discussing her problem. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed her scowl only deepened seeing the huge damp splotch covering her bottom sheet and having soaked her pajamas. She pinched the bridge of her nose before her fingers in frustration before forcing herself to trudge to the bathroom. A shower would help, she’d have to strip the sheets again. This was getting real old… the past month had been chaos. Women under her command calling out sick having unfortunate… accidents and even having more than a few close calls herself including one afternoon in the office where after a mad scramble towards the restroom she’d ended up just yanking her skirt up and pissing through her panties. Everyone just said it was ‘something going around’ but what kind of cold did this? She’d seen one of the company doctors but he fed her some line of bullshit. Sounded like he was reading a script, told her to make sure she got some rest maybe take some time off. It didn’t sit right with her and now it seemed to be getting worse. She was wetting her bed again!
A PrivSec agent should not being doing that… no less a PrivSec field commander! What kind of person wanted to hire security from someone who couldn’t stop wetting themselves… or worse? A hot shower helped ease her mind, it always did. Her morning routine fell into place with a few extra additions to accommodate her little bedwetting incident. A brush through her long black hair, a faint dusting of makeup followed by her sharp grey suit. It wasn’t her field outfit but she could change into that later if necessary. Most corporate jobs had been little more than babysitting lately which… with all the issues she was facing wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The door to her more than modest apartment opened and shut behind her as she exited towards the carpark. Even the low level grunts at PrivSec were payed relatively well. It wasn’t a bad outfit to work for if you didn’t mind turning blind eye on occasion to some of the less than moral contracts. Her implants hummed away taking care of minor tasks like opening her car door and making sure her apartment’s security system was armed. Unlike much of the tech on the street her implants were all top notch, designed not to stand out, not to raise attention. At first glance one would never even notice she was auged except for the faint glowing ring her pupils. Another benefit of being employed by PrivSec, implants related to your job function were provided at a heavy discount and doctor’s services were waived as long as it was installed inhouse.
An executive black sedan waited for her. Living in a better part of SANAM city meant most of the other vehicles around hers were similar but all it took was driving a couple of miles in the wrong direction and the rolling scrap heaps people called cars would surround her vehicle. The coffee warmed her throat as she greedily sucked it down taking a seat on the fine leather. Sunlight was just starting to wash over the sprawling city, not that it was ever really dark anymore. Not with the aurora and the constant advertisements. The car’s engine fired to life with the raucous bark of a powerful cold start before falling into a smooth rumble. Before she could set off an advertisement chimed in through the av unit the holographic image of what could only be described as a child’s diaper appearing. “Now available to women everywhere the revolutionary Huggies Titan with color changing indic...” the advert went on before she bellowed angrily. “Turn that shit off!” she spat. People weren’t actually buying this garbage were they? She could feel the satin grasp of the panties she wore underneath her suit and blushed at the thought of wearing something so ridiculous. With an angry stab of the throttle she set off into the city’s early morning bustle. She continued to sip her coffee and catch up on the news as she drove moving from light to light. She liked to get to the office early. That gave her a chance to pick her assignment before other field commanders might choose a contract she wanted. She was getting close to the office, an uneventful drive thus far. Traffic had been heavier than normal but not too bad. She’d still be on time but… something caught the corner of her eye. Out the side window down a littered alley she spotted two bangers. Two hoods to whatever local gang was around working over some guy pretty good. A man and a woman both wearing a black hoodie with some neon colors on the back.
“Low life parasites...” she sneered, her hand moving towards the large sidearm holstered under her suit jacket. She gave a sidelong glance at the time in her ocular implant. She could stop this, save that poor guy do a small act of good in a city that so often lacked it but… if she got out and approached those two punks who knows how long it could take or how risky it could be to approach them. What if they had backup?
Most days she would have just driven by barely sparing a glance. Maybe it was everything that had been going on giving her a little bit of perspective but fed up as she was she wasn’t about to let this shit just happen. “Fuck it.” she glanced at the time, it would be cutting it close but… an outlet for her frustrations sounded just like what she needed. The door opened and with a hiss and the driver behind her layed on the horn to which she responded with a steely glare and a flash of her middle finger. The car’s door shut behind her and the automated driver took over shuttling the vehicle out of the roadway while she took care of business per se. The simplest way to clock a concealed weapon but not always the most accurate, a quick thermal scan. A quick change of her vision mode to thermal. The woman was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and from the rough outline the man looked to have a small firearm tucked into his waistband. Probably some piece of shit polymer printed illegal knockoff. The yellows and reds faded from her vision as she returned to normal sight. “Hey!” she barked at them already drawing the large caliber handgun from underneath her shoulder. Her other hand already flashing her PrivSec badge as she approached. A PrivSec agent was not someone you wanted to run up against. The two paused kicking the brutalized man and for a moment there was a calm in the alley punctuated by a groan of pain. At 5’10” Emelie Blackstar wasn’t exactly a small woman and in the small heels she wore around the office she crested six feet tall. The two seemed unimpressed by her stature or her badge and the young girl maybe early twenties spoke up first. “Oh come up we’re just showing our friend what happens when you mess with us.” she said. Her mouth was hidden underneath a bandana but she sounded like she was grinning, the smug little bitch. “Yeah, this ain’t some corpoRAT security detail so why don’t you fuck off.” her partner in crime spat with a laugh.
The pair had balls but that wasn’t liable to count for much with a piece of serious hardware leveled at you. “Why don’t you go put on a show for some ultralux, whore.” the girl mocked. Her brightly dyed blue hair framed her face falling out from under her hood. Emelie just wanted to knock her teeth in. So far she had shown restraint but these two… her finger twitched moving from the trigger guard to the trigger. As his accomplice spoke he made his move reaching for his concealed weapon. He never even managed to draw it from his waistband before she fired the first shot. A deafening crack echoed in the alley, her aural implants attenuating the sound protecting her hearing. Another crack as she fired a second time, each crack of gunfire accompanied by the satisfying metal snap of the slide racking back ejecting the spent cartridge. Five shots directly center mass splattering the ground behind him with a red mist. He slumped over instantly. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw the agent storming towards her gun still in hand. “You should have listened to me. Your little friend here was about to come at me with an illegal piece. Now you’ll be on the hook for murder.” she said with a smirk as she grabbed the woman by the collar and shoved her against back against the wall. “N...no please… please just… just let me go.” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes jamming the hot muzzle of her gun straight against the woman’s throat. A small mercy she was wearing a bandanna but that would be the least of her problems should she decide to pull the trigger. She pinned her against the wall with her forearm using her hand to yank down the bandanna getting a good look at her face analyzing the expression. “Genuine remorse...” she said as she loosened her grip finally hearing the sound of running water. It was faint but noticeable with her enhanced hearing.
She let her go taking a step back. “You… no… don’t tell me...” giving a look of disgust at the distraught girl glancing down expecting to see a growing wet splotch rushing down her ripped at the knee jeans but nothing… Something clicked in her mind. That damned advertisement she’d heard earlier. A quick flash back to thermal vision showed her everything she needed to know. The glowing yellow radiant heat all around her groin. “Show some backbone, christ are you actually wearing one of those… things?” she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “And stop crying!” she snapped at her waving her gun nonchalantly. “I… I can’t stop!” she said defensively, wiping her eyes. “and… and I didn’t even feel it.” the girl mumbled averting her gaze. The agent was disgusted but at the same time morbidly curious. “Let me see it.” she found herself saying. The woman blushed furiously, as if admitting to having pissed herself was embarrassing enough now this deranged woman wanted to see… her… diaper? “You can’t be serious!” she balked. “Just fucking do it and then get your ass out of here. I don’t want to waste anymore ammo today.” she threatened.
The color drained from her face and her hands fumbled with her pants quickly yanking them down mid thigh exposing the sodden garment. It was just like that damn advert had described. Thick, swollen with urine the cutesy prints faded when she’d wet it. “Get out of my sight.” she said coldly, jamming the firearm back into her holster. Tapping her finger to her ear for a moment walking towards the end of the alley leaving the surreal scene behind her. She combed her fingers through her hair as the operator came on through her implant. “No… the emergency is passed.” she said to the emergency dispatch. “No… just… listen. PrivSec agent ID 37489 just send an officer down. Some little shit came at me with a piece of knockoff tech… No I won’t wait at the scene. Yes, whatever just send the paperwork to the office.” she said tersely ending the call.
Walking along the sidewalk leaving the alley she called her car remotely tracking its crawl through traffic as it homed in on her location. She winced, feeling that familiar pang of growing urgency. That coffee… she should have known it would go right through her. She took a deep breath and pinched her thighs together before pressing on ignoring the sensation. “Damn autodrive… could it have found a farther parking spot!” she groused still waiting for her car to appear in the seemingly endless flow of traffic. Finally after another few minutes it slowly pulled up along side her as she strolled casually through the dingy streets gratefully getting into the passenger door when it slid open. “Get me to the office.” she said taking a somewhat stiff sitting posture, tapping her foot against the carpeting. “Uhg, I’m going to be late I knew I should have kept going.” she complained. Truthfully she would only be perhaps five minutes or so late but she had a feeling the better assignments would already be taken by the time she arrived. The rest of the drive was fortunately less eventful and though she resisted the urge to jam her hand between her legs thinking herself better than that she certainly wanted to. There it was, finally; the PrivSec building. A massive obsidian obelisk in a sea of concrete and glass superstructures. The car could park itself allowing her to take a deep breath and depart. She walked quickly into the looming building passing through the requisite security checkpoints verifying both biometric and implant locks along the way. She could feel her muscles quivering as she stood in the elevator forcing herself not to squirm. The very muscles threatening to send a torrential downpour straight into her uniform. Finally the bell chimed and her floor was revealed through the maglevetator. She let out a sigh of relief and departed heading straight towards the restroom.
Approaching her from the other side of the hall was a man clad in a pinstriped black suit. Her stomach dropped, it was her boss… “You’re late Blackstar.” his gravely voice called out. He was holding a folder in his hands… was he just fucking waiting for her? Hagar that little micromanaging prick! This was bad… what if he got off on some tangent and started lecturing her or what if he wanted to talk mission parameters… She just wanted to piss!
Of course he was waiting for her today of all days. She groaned as he approached her feeling uncomfortably full. It was getting urgent but she’d be fine… she was simply feeling a little concerned and rightfully so with what had been happening lately. The worry came from the twitchy sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath and focused, forcing herself to stand up straight her professional shoes clacking against the floor as she closed the distance. “Just a little distraction on the way to the office… you know how it is.” she said dismissively; having decided to address him first before running off. Ignoring her boss… not a smart move. “Actually, I don’t. The police report came in. It’s waiting on your desk for a signature. If you want to be a hero do it on your own time.” he said. She raised her eyebrow folding her arms over her chest shifting from one foot to another. “Priority B mission.” he said thrusting the folder at her. That must have been why he was in a less than jovial mood. She took the folder holding it under her arm already slowly beginning to circle around him. Normally the two had a good working relationship and on a small handful of occasions met for a few drinks and some extra curricular activities. Given the rigid corporate environment sleeping with a subordinate was not exactly smiled upon. It gave her a little bit of leverage with him but she knew if she really tried to pull that card he would most certainly take her down with him.
“Priority B? I’ll take a look at it in a minute.” she said already beginning to look away. He sighed “You know the rules, we’ve got to go over mission parameters. This is an ultralux heavy hitter.” he began. “I said in a minute okay so unless you want me pissing all over the floor meet me in my damn office in five minutes!” she snapped at him shooting him a dangerous look. That didn’t stop him from quietly snickering and raising his hands in defense. “Fine fine, five minutes.” he said, watching her walk. “Oh and get me a danish from the coffee room… no, two. I’m fucking famished.” she said rubbing her stomach. “Fuck…” she hissed under his breath clenching her fists as she quickly walked towards the bathroom. Fortunately he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as he let on, just stressed at getting a priority B mission. Her cursing might come up later but he usually let her slide except for the few times he mentioned it in her damn yearly review but that’s another story! Finally the bathroom was in sight. She had just been joking about pissing all over the floor but seeing the bathroom so close suddenly seemed to make the urge even stronger. Her bladder spasmed but she didn’t feel anything and with a burst of speed she darted forward throwing caution to the wind as she threw open the bathroom door and hurried inside. Small mercy it was empty. The door locked automatically behind her giving her the privacy to attend to her rather pressing needs.
She tossed the file haphazardly onto the granite counter; her hands were already fumbling with the front of her pants as she bounced from foot to foot. The sight of the toilet right in front of her making the need to go even worse. In a swift motion she yanked down her pants accompanied by her panties letting her head lull back with a moan of relief that was shortly drown out by the gushing noisy hiss. Blissful relief and she’d made it not like the other week which still made her flush with embarrassment. Pissing through her panties as she sat on the toilet, her a grown woman of twenty-nine, a PrivSec agent no less! The coffee having stimulated another urge she gave a push and finished her morning evacuation with an unladylike series of noises. She frowned, the urge had come on so fast and the strange sensations. She was growing concerned. At first she had tried to chalk it up to coincidence… and the first doctor had told her it was just stress but these close calls and then her wet sheets. “Fuck...” she said when her eyes finally rested on the gusset of her panties. There was a telltale damp splotch and a faint wet streak that ran down the inseam of her pants. “Fuck!” she cursed again loudly slamming her fist against the wall. Tears started to well in her eyes. “What the fuck… why am I crying!” she howled even more angry than before.
It took a few seconds to calm down, but she did. Wiping her eyes to stave off the unbidden tears and squirming when the bidet triggered she was ready to start her day. She approached the mirror, a news feed of various stories scrolling through down one side. The water turned on automatically and she washed her hands, meticulously drying them before straightening out her coat making sure she was composed once again. “Get it the fuck together.” She told her reflection grabbing the folder from the counter. Emelie marched out of the bathroom back towards her office, stomach growling with ravenous hunger. He was waiting for her sitting across from her desk and as requested with two pastries and another cup of coffee were waiting for her. He was holding one palm up a holographic image projecting up as he casually checked his mail whilst waiting for her. The projection faded as he heard her enter and he cleared his throat. “Good morning Em, I didn’t mean to be sharp with you it’s just well you know… priority B.” he began, flashing a charismatic smile. “Yeah yeah, just don’t make it a habit.” She teased tossing the folder onto her desk, lowering herself into her cushy office chair. “So this mission, what are doing doing?” she began, reaching for the folder as he implants synced with the holoprojectors mounted in her desk. He intercepted her movements first. Before she could open the file he put his hand on top, a look of concern on his face. “Before that…” he began somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… doing okay?” he asked. The gesture of sympathy caught her by surprise. Of course they had a close working relationship but in the office he had always kept her at an arm’s reach. Analyzing his facial expressions with her implant she looked him over for ulterior motives; concern, unease, apprehension… amusement followed by a long list of potential false positives. ‘Fucking asshole would be amused by the situation’ but perhaps that was a little harsh she thought.
Likely he was doing the exact same thing, scanning her reaction. Fuck it was tempting, to just talk about what had been happening lately. It seemed he was genuinely concerned, her only worry was as her boss he might take anything she said to the medical department. “Look you don’t have to tell me anything… I just know a lot of weird stuff has been going on the past few weeks… not specifically with you I mean” He said using an innocuous euphemism. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant by weird stuff. She took a large bite out of one of the pastries mulling it over. He was the closest thing to a friend she had in PrivSec. It was weird, everyone seemed to at least on some level know that something was wrong… but no one was talking about it probably too embarrassed to be the first to say something. It was easier to just carry on and pretend everything was normal despite a few extra loads of laundry. Even the few times she did a quick search of the net there were no hits leaving her thinking she was the only one suffering such issues or it was just all in her head. The raven haired agent looked at him, washing down the pastry with a gulp of coffee
She set the cup of aromatic caffeinated liquid down staring at it for a moment before returning her gaze to his. Narrowing her eyes she pointed at him “This doesn’t leave this room and so help me god if you laugh… I’ve already shot one person today.” She threatened with a menacing tone. He shook his head giving her a look “Who am I going to tell?” he casually brushed away her concerns. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands massaging her temples. “I’m doing… well not exactly bad but…” she began, pausing as her cheeks started to blush red with embarrassment. “Have you noticed all those stupid adverts from the PharmaTek subdivisions?” she said, seeming to suddenly nonsequitor to another topic. He gave her a confused look before it clicked. “Sort of… not really though. So much of those ads are targeted by implant id.” He said, having a vague idea of what she was talking about. “I thought it was crazy… I mean they look like baby diapers with those prints and everything. I thought what kind of self respecting woman would wear -that-.” She continued, slowly getting back to her point. “One of those bangers I ran into this morning. She was wearing one… totally pissed herself.” She said before he interjected. “Well… you did gun down her running partner in front of her with that hand cannon of yours.” He said with a chuckle which earned him a sharp look. “And I held it to her neck but that’s not the point. Sorry… I’m rambling a bit.” She said shaking her head using the momentary silence to take another bite of her pastry.
“I started wetting the bed…” she finally forced herself to admit. “You… what?” he said blankly, blinking a few times. “You heard me dick, don’t make me repeat it!” She said feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Once last week… and now three nights in a row.” She elaborated with a sheepish tone. It was what he had asked about but hearing it actually come from her mouth just made it seem even more outlandish. His mouth hung open slightly. “I see.” He said pensively, quickly composing himself. “Yeah… and I’ve had a few close calls during the day.” She said, the concern evident in her voice. “This morning?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not quite, close but I could have held it. I just didn’t want to risk it.” “Understandable… it could be worse though.” He said which earned him another sharp look. “How…” she said bluntly. He scratched the perfectly trimmed stubble along his square cut jaw. “I’m not going to tell you her name but another of the block managers she shit herself. Right in the middle of the Weekly Operation report meeting.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened. “No…” she said in disbelief. “Yes… she was just sitting there fiddling with her pen taking some notes and I see her just go white as a sheet and then I heard it… and smelled it. She was shocked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run so fast out of one of those meetings.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s not funny!” she barked at him. “Sorry sorry.” He said defensively.
“It’s not even just the bathroom issues… I’ve been so hungry lately!” she exclaimed, finishing the first pastry as if to reinforce what she’d said. “and the crying… uhg sometimes I can just feel tears starting for no reason. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do if… this gets worse.” She confided with him. “and before you say anything I have seen a doctor. He said it was probably just stress. Which is bullshit and you know it. That’s just code for I have no idea.” She said with a wry laugh. “Now can I laugh?” he asked which brought a smile to her face. “I’ll allow it.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Well for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re alone with whatever is going on.” He said doing his best to be comforting. “That’s what I thought but… the few times I searched the net I couldn’t find anything but ads for Huggies and Pampers.” She said with an irritated shake of her head. “I mean… couldn’t they at least make them without those stupid cutesy prints!” she said. He gave her a confused look. “Nevermind…” she said embarrassed that she even knew what they looked like. “I also wanted to let you know you’ve got a mandatory physical eval today. I think it’s concerning what’s been going around all the women do. They started with the grunts earlier. I only heard about it today…” he said. She let out a pensive ‘hmm’ and opened up her messages on the holoprojector waving her hand to scroll through before seeing the invite. “Yeah… right here I’m scheduled for 9.” She said with a sigh taking another sip of coffee already eyeing her second pastry. “Thanks…” she said glancing away shyly. “But… if it’s all the same I’ve had enough talking about how I’m pissing my pants and let’s just brief me on mission details before my appointment.” Em said, getting down to business as she plucked a morsel of sweet dough from the delicious breakfast bread.
“Right, of course.” He said, opening the folder revealing the papers contained within. “Client’s an ultralux which you probably already guessed.” He began, she nodded and let him continue as she worked on finishing breakfast. “Classic story, spoiled daughter gets it in her head that she wants some excitement, comes down ground level.” He covered spreading out the files on her desk. Pictures of the target, the client and her last known location. “Classic story indeed, can I guess how it ends?” she asked taking a good look at the pictures. “By all means.” He said with a gesture of his hand. “Goes to the club scenes, parties her brains out high of everything from Ozone to every Serum remix available and ends up locked in some guys basement. Now he’s trying to ransom her to daddy. How’d I do?” she asked looking up with a smirk.
“Close, I’ll give you a B minus.” He joked. “First, ‘some guy’ happens to be Division Ruin. Serious players in the valley they run some serious combat grade hardware. DR management are ex higher ups from different arms manufacturers and second… we don’t think she knows she’s being ransomed. From what we can tell they’re treating her pretty good meaning…” he paused. “Once Daddy pays they’re just going to kill her.” She answered in his stead. “exactly… and third he’s an investor. So he’s given us a timetable and it’s how should we say… short.” He continued. Emelie frowned, she kicked herself for coming in late today. “On the upside Priority B means close air support if you request it and some pretty choice hardware if you want to go in loud. “I would say this kind of mission is begging for some creative infil, getting close to the higher ups and convince the target to walk right out but I don’t know that you have the time for that but… anyway like I said. Parameters are up to you, keep in mind we do have an asset in DR so try not to kill too many people. She sighed and nodded. “We’ll figure it out and get back Daddy’s little princess in one piece.”
The two talked for an hour and change covering the layout of the surrounding area, strength and size of DR forces, security measures, equipment options, tactical approaches and everything else they could fit into the hour before her appointment. She ushered him out of her office so she could maybe get some answers about what was going on. The medical wing was decent walk away from her office. Wing was really more of an understatement as the PrivSec building also housed what amounted to a private hospital. “Examination room FF” she said aloud glancing over her shoulder as a bookish looking operative walked past her leaving one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hall her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” A chipper female voice called out as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her. “Mm” she nodded. “Please, go ahead and fill out this questionnaire and then undress.” The shorter woman said. She seemed too happy for this kind of meeting probably just trying to be friendly but Emelie didn’t like her.
“Right.” She responded curtly, having to remind herself that the doctor was just trying to help. Had she received any implants and been administered with the new Serum5, had she experienced any increase in appetite, increase in needing to use the restroom… and at the very bottom of the list bouts of incontinence… It was a clean sweep, a yes to every question though she felt the defensive need to clarify with the qualifiers to downplay the severity. “If I could just elaborate on some of these questions…” she asked but the woman shook her head offering a friendly smile. “Oh no that’s not necessary we appreciate your honesty and it only helps us help you!” she said taking the clipboard allowing the woman to undress. Wanting to finish as soon as possible she did as asked carefully setting her shoes aside before slipping out of her pants. Her jacket and shirt followed suit and soon she was standing there in just her light satin panties with an elegant trimming of lace along with a matching bra. “Oh, completely naked please.” The woman asked when she turned around now holding an instrument in her hand. “I’m going to sync with your implants to check your vitals if you’ll open your firewall to device ID 72fc444A.” she said continuing with that irritatingly chipper tone of voice. She sighed again thankful that the small leak from earlier had dried by now as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her panties down her long toned thighs. Unhooking her bra shortly thereafter she stood, entirely nude in front of the woman her impressive physique on display.
“Go ahead Doc, you should be able to sync now.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Thank you, this shouldn’t take long.” She said humming to herself as she waved the device around looking at the screen and then poked and prodded at the woman’s body. “Odd…” she noted as she went about her work. “You haven’t felt drowsy or light headed lately?” she asked idly. “No… why?” Emelie asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Well your average resting heartrate has decreased by approximately 5 beats per minute to 49 or so. Exercising more?” She commented keeping as professional as ever. Emelie just shook her head and let the woman continue. Her impressive physique was enhanced by her implants. Lengthy fibrous metal cables ran the length of her spine and branched off into the major muscle groups in her arms, legs and even into her core. The Apollyon module implanted in the base of her spine helped enhance strength through muscle density and endurance by helping the body filter out lactic acid more quickly. With an elaborate suite of sensors it was also the module the doctor was currently accessing her vital information with. “Well you’re as fit as ever.” She said making a note on the medical device. The woman stood just barely above chest height eye to eye with Emelie’s generous c cup chest. “Let me just check.” She said to herself, setting the device down and reaching out practically jabbing her freezing cold fingers against the woman’s abdomen. Her stomach showed just the faintest hint of musculature underneath a layer of supple pale skin. She flinched, grunting in surprise at the sudden sensation of the woman’s fingers jabbing against her stomach and bladder. Even worse she could feel a spasm, a sudden tickle against her nethers and then a warm rivulet of liquid running down the back of her thigh. ‘Fuck!’ she thought to herself praying the woman didn’t notice.
Discussing the issues was one thing but… dribbling down her legs in front of her… that was too much! “Nng” she let out an audible groan as the woman’s fingers dug in a little harder kneading around putting more pressure on her abdomen. “My apologies for any discomfort.” She said continuing to strain and pressure her lower muscles. Her bladder spasmed again and she felt another warm gush of urine run down her legs dribbling onto the floor. “Enough of that!” she exclaimed smacking at the woman’s hand, cheeks burning bright red at having just peed in front of her. It wasn’t much but still, she was mortified! “That should conclude my examination. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Blackstar.” The woman said. “You may use the towel on the wall to clean up.” She said as if she had been expecting her to urinate all over herself. “You performed exceedingly well and I must say I’m jealous of how you held it together when I pressure your sphincter muscles.” She spoke as the blushing woman toweled legs off. “I’ll get down to brass tax. Though we have no definite information evidence points to a unique interplay between Serum5 and our female physiology. You’re not the only one experience these symptoms an increase in urge incontinence, increased appetite and a mix of others as I am sure you are aware. Oh before you redress…” she said, stopping her just as her panties began to crest her thighs. “I have a sample for you.” She said opening a drawer tugging out a small wrapped package. “The latest in discrete incon wear. The Poise Guardian pad or if you’d prefer I have more absorbent options.” She said still keeping that same chipper tone of voice that was really beginning to irritate her.
She was tempted to slap the damn thing from her hand! She needed a medical solution not a diaper! “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she finally snapped. The smaller woman recoiled slightly but stood her ground. “I understand you are frustrated but this is only a temporary solution until a more permanent course of action is presented.” She asserted. “I’m a grown woman! I’m not a child! I don’t need to go fucking traipsing around in a diaper!” she fumed. “This is ridiculous!” she continued, having lost her temper. “This isn’t a diaper!” she protested. After her little eruption the two stood silently, Emelie weighing her options. It was official… she had a problem but this… it seemed so extreme. So she had a few close calls… did she really need to resort to… this? Accepting it just felt like admitting to her weakness but at the same time… it seemed like the smart choice. |
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She continued yanking her panties up her expression darkening. “I don’t give a fuck -what- it is. I’m not wearing it!” she barked, slapping the absorbent pad from her hand before jabbing her finger against the chest of the woman. The doctor was no slouch herself with her mostly mechanical arm which wasn’t uncommon for those in the medical profession but before Emelie her chipper demeanor finally began to wilt. “I… Ms. Blackstar please! I am just trying to help!” she said, taking a step back rubbing her chest where the agent had jammed her finger. “Have you all lost your mind?” she said with a faint snarl to her voice. “We’re not children!” she protested angrily, her temper flaring again. “I did not mean to imply you were!” the Doctor stammered looking around nervously. “D...don’t make me call security.” she said which only made her laugh. Emelie just rolled her eyes. “Don’t bother, I’m leaving. We’re done here.” she said with an air of finality. The poor doctor stood backed against the cabinet watching as she redressed afraid to make any other moves while. What a farce… Serum5 causing her to piss herself? PharmaTek wouldn’t do something like that! They had to fix it if that was even the real reason, they would fix it! She slowly buttoned up her shirt still seething with anger. She could see two wet patches forming on the Doctor’s pants. Twin oddly shaped crescents on her upper thighs. “Oh… oh no.” she mumbled blushing and looking away which only made Emelie smirk. “Have a problem there? Maybe you should take your own advice.” she mocked hypocritically leaving the top few buttons undone and grabbing her jacket, eager to be out of that examination room and back to her office. As she stormed out of the examination room she never saw the angry glare of the doctor as she grabbed the device she used during the examination and began scribbling notes.
Emelie had work to do! She’d go back to her office, double check the files and then go do some reconnaissance. Sure she had drone eyes on the place but seeing it in person made sure there’d be no screw ups. Who to take though… There were two obvious choices. If she went internal she’d take Fi, the spunky redhead member of her squad who had a good eye for detail and didn’t mind sitting in the car for long periods of time observing guard rotations. They tended to butt heads but Fi always fell in line and she was an excellent marksman. On the other hand for a job like this involving a powerful street gang she was tempted to call Joshua, a hunter she’d met when their jobs crossed paths some time back. Hunters worked collecting Certified Bounty Aquisitions operating in a space somewhere between the official police department and large security outfits like PrivSec. It’d been a while since she’d seen that rough around the edges goatee’d bastard. Where Fi would be a bit more tactical and by the book with her observations Joshua would be a bit more creative and his knowledge of what actually went down on the streets was unmatched. “Hey, how’d it go?” the familiar voice of her boss piped up as she walked by. “Fine.” was all she said, not in the mood to stop and chat. Hagar sighed stepping after her, obviously it was not fine as she had put it. “That bad huh…” he said to which she only grunted a response. “You know I was thinking, as block manager I have special dispensation to oversee any mission that goes to one of my teams and this is a big one.” He began. She stopped walking and turned to face him, nostrils flaring slightly with every angry breath. “I’ll get the job done, I don’t need a fucking babysitter. You’re acting like I’ve never taken a high priority op!” she said, barely restraining herself to a loud whisper.
He narrowed his eyes, finally having had enough of her mouth. “I’m just offering to help and don’t forget WHO is your boss here.” He said sharply before turning to leave not giving her a chance for rebuttal. Emelie folded her arms over her chest “Tch.” She scoffed. Sometimes she wondered how long she’d survived in corporate life when she lost her temper like that. Watching him go she sighed, her shoulders slumping. The anger and aggression over the situation she had been thrust into earlier was starting to fade leaving her with a more objective less impassioned view of things.
Slowly it seemed like the world was being turned on its head and some of these people just seemed content to just sit idly by and let it happen. She wasn’t going to take it lying down though! She could handle the issues herself. On her way back to her office she forced herself to visit the bathroom. After having that woman’s mechanical fingers jabbed into her abdomen she was left with a lingering urge to pee though it wasn’t bad if she was about to spend some time in the car she really did not want to end up pissing all over her seat. A quick stop at the little girl’s room and then she found herself back in her office. Laying out the various pictures and blueprints she used her ocular implant to photograph each one. She felt a pang of guilt. Opening up her mail she quickly composed a new message to her boss “Hey, sorry I snapped at you. Just under some stress. Going to do some recon for the op.” she wrote chuckling wryly at her own use ‘being under stress’ what a useful generic catchall. After sending the brief apology she began mulling over who to take with on the journey out to the valley for a little scouting. Not two minutes after having sent the message she received a response. ‘Thanks, check your mail when you get back. Upper management said they’re sending out some sort of new company policy later.’ She skimmed the brief message before shutting down the projector getting ready to depart.
She gave Fi a call, she had the temperment for a long stake out and Joshua… well he’d get bored and certainly start pestering her and that would lead to… distractions. She chuckled thinking of the last time they crossed paths. He certainly had his ways. Maybe he’d be worth a call anyway, see if he had any recommendation on dealing with this DR gang. Often he knew things on the street that corporate intel just didn’t quite get. She could always call him later. “Fi, what are you doing now?” she spoke the her implant when the enthusiastic girl answered. “Oh, nothing commander just at the range getting in some practice on the long course.” she said. Emelie could hear the occasional crack of other firearms being fired. “Good, get cleaned up and meet me out front in twenty we’ve got some recon to do.” she said authoritatively. “Course, be there in fifteen.” she said. Emelie laughed when they ended the call, such an overachiever. She was the most driven of the group. It was her, Taarna and the twins. If she ever needed a second in command she went to the red head. Taarna listened but wasn’t particularly good in a leadership role and the twins… well they just liked to cause trouble. She had some time to kill while waiting for Fi to clean up and break down her gear. Might as well call Joshua and see what he was up to. Pacing around her office she dialed his number. “Huh… odd.” she said when the call continued to ring until the line went dead. Normally he never ignored her calls. Maybe he was busy? Just for good measure she tried again standing impatiently with her hands on her hips. She heard the line come live. “There you are, here I thought you were ignoring me you scoundrel.” she teased. Silence for a moment before muffled voices came through the speaker followed by the sound of small arms fire.
- She flinched at the sound of gunfire. “You? Never.” his voice finally came through the line. “Sorry… I’m uh a little busy.” he said pausing for a moment followed by another cacophony of noise. “jesus christ! Don’t you fucking people have anything softer?” she heard come through the line. It was his voice but it sounded distant like he had dropped the handset “Uhhh Joshua… Joshua?!” she said letting out a sigh. Rapid footsteps, a muffled clattering noise and then his voice was back. “These guys are not making it easy.” he complained to her. She could hear him panting for breath. “So Black Death, what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked. She could hear the sound of spent shells ling to the ground each with a quiet metallic ping. As she was about to speak his voice interrupted her. “Wait… hold that thought.” he said. She folded her arms over her chest hearing two loud cracks of gunfire. “Okay, go. I think I have a minute.” he said. “You know… you could just get tympanic implants. Then you wouldn’t have to use that ridiculous device.” she said. “I could...” he agreed. “If you called me just to give me a lecture though I might hang up on you.” he teased. “Division Ruin, I need to know about them. Well… I need to know more about them. I’m going out to take a peek at their location later.” she said quickly, taking advantage of the momentary peace. “DR huh, pretty big players. Must be a serious op.” he mused. “But you know that kind of info isn’t cheap.”
- She could hear the dollar signs in his eyes already. “not even for me?” she said putting a demure hint in her voice. “Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me...” she heard. Her little flirtatious quip had gone unheard. From the other end of the line she could make out some mechanical noises and loud bangs. “Fuck… I gotta go. If you want, come give me some backup… and bring some hardware otherwise I can’t talk right now.” he shouted. “F Block, 45th and century some old factory.” he said before the she heard the sound of rushing air a crunch and the line went dead. She took a deep breath and departed her office. It sounded like he was in trouble but… he could handle himself, he always had a knack for getting out of those situations. Her and Fi would be some pretty potent backup though… likely that’d earn his info for free but what could he possibly know that they didn’t already? F block was more or less on the way to the address listed for Division Ruin’s base of operations so it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to pay him a little visit with some rifles checked out from requisitions. |
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Well, it sounded like he was in trouble. He could probably handle it himself, he was a big boy but… he was also her friend and she knew it wouldn’t have asked for help unless it was tough spot. She strolled out of her office moving with purpose professional shoes clicking along the cold unforgiving floors. The requisitions locker was her first stop. She was a woman with a mission now. Navigating the labyrinthine like hallways of the PrivSec building that she’d grown accustomed to during her employment. The requisitions cage for her block was staffed by a deceptively stern woman. A personality that was quite an asset when dealing with annoying agents asking for thousands of dollars worth of hardware. It was one of the few things that annoyed her about her position. Having to go through the requisitions process and dealing with the bureaucratic paperwork. When all was said and done however it did give her the option of playing with toys she’d not otherwise be able to afford. “Josephine, good morning.” she began putting on her most courteous voice even cracking a tight lipped smile. The shorter bookish woman glanced up adjusting her glasses. Emelie could still remember the day she had transferred in and replaced the previous quartermanster; A middle aged man she’d considered firmly wrapped around her finger with a few coy gestures and flirtatious comments. The brunette would not be swayed so easily. From the first few words spoken she could already tell she had made a mistake. Commenting on how she didn’t need to wear glasses.
- Of course she knew that… the glasses were mostly just a fashion accessory and thus the first impression was made and the less than stellar rapport was established. “Ms Blackstar….” she replied sounding less than enthused. “Given how quickly you came in I take it this is not a social call.” she began, pausing to take a deep breath. Her voice and her body language oozed annoyance with the tall black haired woman. “Nor do I assume it is about the Ascari anti-material rifle you have yet to return from what was it I believe three operations ago.” she reprimanded her. Emelie twitched with irritation. “I told you… the item in question was destroyed.” she said with a sigh. “I submitted a full report on the matter.” she repeated yet again. The woman narrowed her bespectacled eyes. “I know and I still don’t believe you but anyway. What of my equipment do you wish to destroy today?” she asked, already pulling up current operation assignments. It took most of her willpower not to snap at the irritating woman who had begun to smirk ever so faintly. “Priority B hm. I suppose you’ll want everything under the sun?” she asked. “Not yet… just some surveillance today.” she countered with a smirk of her own. “I’d like drone control for the block in reference, two recon tools annnnd two light attack rifles please say three magazines for each… you know. Just in case.” she said hoping that she would grant the request. “That’s a lot of rounds for… surveillance Ms. Blackstar.” she said critically. “You wouldn’t be performing any unsanctioned work with company equipment would you?” she asked staring at her with inquisitive eyes. “Of course not.” she lied through her teeth, it wasn’t the first time. “it’s just a couple of rifles and some spare magazines.” she said, pausing for a moment. “Please.” she added.
` “Fine.” she said curtly. “But I better get those rifles back in one piece this time!” she called out after her as the agent was already backing away. “I promise.” she said with a wave. Once the quartermaster entered the order in the system requisition officers would deliver the approved hardware to the weapon locker in the trunk of her car that sat in her assigned parking space. Fi was already waiting for her when she got to her car. She looked a little preoccupied, who could blame her with what all was happening. “Change of plans Fi.” she began as the car unlocked for the two of them. The redhead frowned, she didn’t like when Emelie used the phrase ‘change of plans’. “So we’re not doing recon?” she asked, sliding into the leather clad seat as Emelie sat behind the wheel the throaty exhaust note of the engine growling to life as she sped away. “We are, I got us drone clearance and everything. We just have to make a stop first.” she said weaving through traffic. “Just a stop huh...” she said. “Details would be nice.” she groused. “Oh but that would spoil the surprise.” she teased. “Surprises aren’t what I like in a recon op!” she protested, letting out a squeal of surprise when another driver pulled out in front of Emelie’s car causing her to swerve around.
- Fi rubbed her face and took a deep breath. “It’s Joshua isn’t it. We’re bailing him out again aren’t we.” she commented, looking out the window as the endless concrete jungle flew by. “Not exactly… well yes. It shouldn’t take too long.” she said dismissing her concerns. “Last time you said that we got sucked into an entire operation that took days to clean up and should I remind you about the write up we received.” she said, airing her objections. “You know how good his intel is when it comes to what’s really going on. Our intel is good but... what about that time in block H?” she said. “That would have been such a slog to fight our way through the front but somehow he scrounged up pre Metroplex sewer maps that put us right underneath!” Em offered as evidence of his worth. Fi begrudgingly nodded “I guess.” she said, still none too happy. “As long as we get something to eat after… I am famished.” she said, rubbing her stomach. “Give me the address so we at least know the layout… and put the car in autodrive before you make me sick.” Fi said earning a laugh from her commander. It wasn’t a far drive fortunately and with the morning traffic thinned out they made good time. Soon enough both women were retrieving the rifles from the trunk of Emelie’s car. “Stingy bitch.” the raven haired woman cursed under her breath when she counted four magazines total instead of the requested six. Both of them inserted the magazine and yanked back the charging handle in near unison as they approached the building Emelie pointed out when they parked. Nobody paid much attention to the two women as they approached the factory not that the streets were particularly crowded in this area of F block. “You have the blueprint loaded?” Emelie asked, Fi nodded. “Front door should be quiet, we’ll sweep room by room until we find him. Keep your ears open.” she said sharply as she pushed open the door that was already ajar with one hand leading with the barrel of her rifle.
- “Did he even give you specifics? Who are we even shooting?” Fi whispered to Emelie as she cleared another room with Fi in tow. “He didn’t say… it was kind of a rushed call.” she said, peeking around a corner before advancing down a long hallway both hands holding her rifle braced against her shoulder. “That’s kind of important information! I cross checked PrivSec intel of gang operations with the police database and I didn’t see anyone operating in this area.” the redhead said. “It’s Joshua… I have a feeling we’ll know it when we see it.” she said keeping her voice to a near whisper as they both methodically advanced room by room. “I can hear something...” Emelie noted unable to get a pinpoint on who or what and where it was coming from. “I hear it too. In front of us, definitely. Going hot.” she said as they both slowed their advance. The noise grew louder and louder, dust falling from the ceiling with ever thunk. Suddenly the wall at the end of the hallway burst open, rubble spewing everywhere. A last generation construction bot came through the wall. In the furthest corner of her mind she was vaguely aware of a warm trickle that ran down her thigh. Already Fi had gotten a read of the make and model. The powerful bipedal robot lumbered towards them. Fortunately, agility was not it’s strong suit. “Chest plate, thin shielding on the central power core.” the redhead called out firing in tightly controlled bursts.
- Squeezing the trigger Emelie placed her shots right on top of Fi’s. The small caliber rifle rounds tore through the chest plating wreaking havoc on the internals. Sparks burst from the impact point. The robot stumbled, barely catching itself before it twitched and fell forward, the smoky smell of burning electronics filling the corridor. Emelie waved her fingers forward and Fi nodded both advancing at a quicker pace down the hall. She paused briefly to poke her head through the gaping hole in the wall left by the construction bot. An empty manufacturing floor dimly lit, no signs of movement. “Commander I think I have something.” Fi said, looking down the hallway to the right. “Trace thermal readings and well… you can hear it I’m sure.” She said dryly. She could indeed, it was muffled but sounded like a continuous stream of cursing intermingled with heavy metallic thuds. “Yeah…” she agreed, breaking into a quick jog Fi moving after her. The pair stopped on either side of a large double door leading to what seemed to be more manufacturing. Fi Pressed her ear up against the wall. “What do you got?” Emelie asked, making not of her ammo count in the hud, 27 rounds left of 40 for this magazine. “Three noise sources… maybe four. Tough to tell. Two close, one 50 feet or so the last one farther out can’t be sure.” She said as her implants tried to pinpoint the various sources of noise. “Copy that, on 3.” She said gripping her weapon.
- Before she could even start counting the double doors flew open a figure crashing through sliding along the ground groaning in pain. The two stared blankly at the motionless figure as the doors lazily swung back into place. He groaned, opening his eyes when he realized he had company. “Where have you two angels been all my life?” he said, forcing a debonair grin despite the gash on his cheek dribbling blood down his face. “Joshua.” They both greeted him, Fi sounding less than enthused and Emelie with a chuckle. “That one hurt…” he said with a grunt holding his chest with one hand as Fiona offered her hand pulling him back to his feet. “Thanks Red.” He said with a nod that brought a twitch of irritation from Fiona. The ruffian took a moment to catch his breath. “Damn slicer in there. She’s cornered and been throwing everything she can get her hands on at me. I don’t think there is much left besides the big guy in there and one more labor droid.” He explained quickly. “Might want to unsync from the weapons. She’s good…” he said, gesturing at their rifles. “We’re better.” Emelie said defensively. “Plan?” Fi asked, looking at Emelie. “Shoot the robots.” The other two replied in concert. “Good enough…” she grumbled.
- “Alright ladies, time for the second act.” He said, crouching down to pick up the hat that been knocked off by his trip through the doorway placing it atop a mess of long brown hair. Both women rolled their eyes as he shoved open the doors firing shots at the large bot that had presumably knocked him flat on his back maybe even cracked a rib or two. The two agents flanked him, rifles at the ready. Emelie held off firing waiting for Fi to get a read on the model, schematics were invaluable when fighting these kinds of machines especially with such limited ammo. “Joshua, you brought friends?” a feminine voice echoed from the loud speakers. “and here I thought we had something special. You’re not cheating on me are you?” it asked, something gleefully malicious about the tone. “Cheat on you? Never.” He called back into the air.
- The low levels of ambient light made it difficult to see. No lights were on and what little light there was washed in from broken and dingy skylights. Already Emelie was running through various sight modes scanning for the root of their problem. “Fuck.” Fiona exclaimed, shaking her head. “Can’t get a connection. She’s jamming it somehow… nearly got in.” she said. Emelie could see it too, various ids warnings were popping up on her hud. “I’ve got her, far back corner, left side. Can’t tell but it looks like she’s jacked into a wall panel.” She told the other two. The large bipedal machinery that had slowly advanced on them raised two massive hydraulic fists smashing down towards them in an effort to flatten the trio. When they all scattered in different directions looking for weak spots in the machinery the voice let out an irritated screech. “If you’d just stand still this wouldn’t take so long!” she shouted angrily through the intercoms. Emelie ducking under the tangled lattice work of an antiquated manufacturing assembly line had already began to move forward. If Fi and Joshua could just keep the big one busy she could eliminate the labor bot and then corner the slicer. Fi was already drawing its attention firing at it on the move circling the construct with her agility. Each snap from the firearm echoed through the deserted production floor. The spark of the slug impacting the various mechanical components combined with the muzzle flash made for a dazzling display. Unlike the light weight advanced modular rifle both Fi and Emelie were kitted with Joshua was armed with a pair of trusty revolvers. One chambered in a truly unnecessary 44 magnum and the other held simply as a last resort. The fireball from the muzzle with each shot was rather impressive as each shot battered the construct bringing it closer to deletion. Hydraulic pistons squealed and hissed as it moved to slam its fists down again this time in a desperate bid to crush them.
- Emelie meanwhile listening to the muted sounds of echoing gunfire approached the smaller robot that moved to intercept her. Luckily it was the same model as the one they had encountered in the hallway. With her rifle trained on the unit’s chest plate she slowly advanced towards it firmly holding down the trigger the loud repeated snap snap snap snap. Pummeling the bot’s weak point with small arm’s fire. When the magazine ran dry she didn’t even bother reloading. She could see the minor convulsions of a major system’s malfunction. Twisting her upper body she raised the butt of the rifle and smashed it against the bullet riddled midsection sending the would be assailant crashing over backwards. Fi likewise hadn’t bothered to reload when her first magazine ran out despite the red blinking 0 imposed on an icon of a magazine in her hud. Even their combined fire only seemed to have a limited effect. Her forearm opened at the wrist and two blades the length of her forearm sprang out as she lunged forward and leapt onto the machine. Joshua paused, not wanting a stray bullet to strike the woman simply taking slow steps back as she lashed out driving the blades through anything she could with maniacal fury.
- She could hear a stream of curses in the same feminine voice that had taunted them earlier. Up a small flight of stairs she pulled her sidearm from her holster, rifle slung around her shoulder and fired at the wall panel which she was jacked into. It exploded, dousing the techy woman in sparks. She screamed and stumbled forward clutching her head. “Y…you could have just asked!” she shouted, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and pain. “I think you fried some of my implants!” she continued finally cracking open a pair of eyes that glowed in the dim light. Emelie could see the front of her skirt was glistening with wetness and beads of liquid were falling from the hem. She was pissing herself and not just a little either. It was a full flood. Urine poured down her slender legs soaking into her thigh high socks pooling underneath. She fired another shot as a warning near the woman’s feet before holstering her weapon. “Do I look like I’m the kind to ask?” she sneered. The faint hissing seemed to briefly intensify as a gush of liquid splattered the ground but with her enhanced hearing she heard something else. A wet mushy crackling… she might have been oblivious to her lapse in bladder control but this. She gasped, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening under her short skirt. “Oh no no no no no.” she repeated breaking down, one hand clutching her stomach the other reaching behind her skirt as she filled her panties with a steaming mass.
- Even if it wasn’t for the sound the smell assaulted Emelie’s nose instantly. She gagged burying her nose into the crook of her elbow wishing she had some sort of nasal implant with which she could block the smell. “Uhg are you seriously… you’re disgusting.” She spat at the woman who was too engrossed in her shameful bowel movement. Joshua and Fi came running up behind moments after the act. Seeing the woman was relatively unharmed Joshua breathed a sigh of relief. Having heard the gunshots… well… there was a reason he liked to call her Black Death. “Thanks for the help ladies.” He said with a nod to the both of them as he approached the distraught girl. She couldn’t have been older than 22. “This is Lynd, a real thorn in my side and I’ll…” he paused, wrinkling his nose. It took him a moment to realize the foul smell was coming from the poor girl. “Hey, it’ll be alright.” He said awkwardly trying to comfort the girl, the last few streams of pee running down her legs. He patted her on the back and she buried her face against his chest hiding under a mass of dyed hair platinum blond that ran down to her upper back before it turned pink. “Just because you put on a few tears now doesn’t mean I’m not turning you in.” Joshua said sternly, separating himself from the girl. “Ransomwaring people’s implants? That doesn’t fly around here. I mean it’s not the worst but… you’re a talented kid you could be doing so much more!” He said. She scowled, her ruse having been seen through. Trying to prey on his sympathy might have been a ruse but the humiliation she felt was real, her cheeks were glowed bright red as she squirmed from foot to foot tugging with her fingers at the back of her skirt.
- While the two spoke Emelie finally had a moment to check on all the warnings that had been filling her hud. Various overflow techniques and other exploits all logged, even a few unidentified attempts that looked like if she’d had more time… she may have been able to gain access. She stroked her chin. This Lynd character was the kind of tech jockey that was perfect for the PrivSec Slicer bounty program. They were always looking for talented slicers to employ in their ranks. Fi could see the wheels turning in Emelie’s mind. “Commander she soiled herself.” She said in disapproval. That was true… and it was also true that taking her would leave the CBA unfulfilled but with the commission she received if Lynd passed and became an employee. That would be enough to cover the reward from the acquisition as well as have a little left over for herself. |
Been a while Ray. Thanks for all the kind comments guys o.o
After a few moments Joshua too could tell she was up to something. He glanced at the younger woman before back at Emelie when it clicked. “No… oh come on Emelie. I’ve been following this one for a couple weeks. Do you even know what she’s done? The people she’s hurt?” he said, his brow furrowed with frustration. The woman in question stood quietly despite her loaded panties and sodden socks unsure of what they were talking about. Fiona on the other hand sensing the ensuing argument excused herself under the pretense of checking the perimeter. “You know she’s a good candidate.” Em began, placing her hands on her hips. “She left someone blind when they didn’t pay. Encrypted the entire ocular implant operating kit.” He said, jamming the large revolver into a hip holster. Of the people she associated with Joshua had the biggest heart despite his ruffian appearance. It’s what made him such a good hunter. Taking on the jobs that people couldn’t afford corporate security for or the police just didn’t have the manpower for. “Hey, that was an accident!” she piped up in defense. “Besides he could afford new implants and he was a jerk anyway.” She said defensively. He flashed a look at her “We didn’t ask you.” He said sharply. She recoiled at the reprimand and squirmed a little more obviously very uncomfortable as her fingers gingerly probed the back of her skirt to assess the damage.
- “She’s just a kid… she’s misguided.” She said, being surprisingly compassionate. “Hello, I’m right here. I can hear you talking and I’m not a kid. I’m twenty-three thank you very much.” The blond protested. The two ignored her. “She goes around terrorizing people, extorting them for money and you want to just give her a job! That’s the problem with this damn city! Everyone just turns a blind eye, justifies it to themselves.” He ranted briefly. His words stung, reminding her of her actions earlier. She was silent for a moment composing her thoughts. “I’m offering her a second chance, she can turn it around or… she can go with you get locked up, do her time and come back out and go right back to doing what she’s doing now… and when she passes the tests the recruitment commission I’ll get will more than cover the CBA reward… trust me.” She said, softening her pose, folding her arms over her chest. He shook his head and laughed. “Trust you? You’re a sociopath… you know that right? Now you’re talking about second chances?” he joked, staring at her. “You feeling okay?” he teased. She stared at him, nonplussed with his remarks. Joshua sighed brushing errant strands of hair from his face. “Alright…” he finally agreed. “I trust you… but you owe me. We can discuss just how much you owe me over drinks later.” He said with a mischievous wink. “I owe you?” Emelie asked indignantly. “As far as I can tell we showed up just in time to keep you from getting pulverized.” She said with a smirk poking a finger into the bruised rib he’d been holding earlier. He grimaced “I had everything under control.” Joshua said with a laugh.
- “That’s great and all but can I PLEASE clean myself up!” the woman who’s fate they’d been debating finally interjected with an embarrassed outburst. “Maybe you should have thought about going to the bathroom before assaulting a hunter and two PrivSec agents.” Emelie mocked. Lynd blushed brightly, glaring at the woman. “Like you’ve never had an accident!” she shouted back. The biting words brought a faint blush to Em’s cheeks but she dismissed the assault with a wave of her hand. “No, because I’m not a child.” She said before Joshua placed himself in the middle of their little spat. “Look, she needs to clean herself up… the smell’s making me sick… no offense Lynd. Do you have any spare clothes she can change into?” he asked the taller dark haired woman. She shook her head “Just my combat outfit and those pants won’t fit” Emelie noted, looking down at the shorter woman who stood approximately 5’4”. She wasn’t that short but compared to the statuesque agent Lynd was dwarfed in size. Even Fi was on the taller side standing at a good 5’7”.
“I’m guessing there’s no running water in this place?” Joshua asked. The slicer shook her head “No… the utilities are all offline. I was only able to take control of the constructors because they have internal power supplies. I was using one to power the network in another area of the plant to see if I could access any other internal defenses.” She said. “Oh this is so gross” Lynd whined. “It’s your own fault.” Emelie jabbed, finally taking the time to replace the empty magazine of her rifle with the fresh spare. Joshua just shook his head at the two bickering women. “Come on, I might have something in my car.” He said beckoning them along leading them down the short flight of stairs and back out through the production floor. Emelie gestured for Lynd to follow obviously not trusting the woman to run off yet. “Don’t even think about trying anything.” She said sharply. The slicer just gave her an irritated look that said it all. What was she going to try? How effective would trying to outrun a PrivSec agent while her panties were full of poop be?
- The trio marched along through the factory out the way they had came having Fi rejoin them before they reached the front door. Lynd looked rather hesitant. “I… I don’t want to go out there like this.” She said as Joshua opened the door for Fiona. Emelie shrugged grabbing her by the arm and tugging her along with ease. Part of her was enjoying the position of authority over the girl being able to humiliate her like that. It made her feel better about her own recent shortcomings in keeping her sheets dry. Of course she always enjoyed the authority being a PrivSec agent afforded her but this was different. “Hey… whatareyou… let me go!” the girl wriggled and squirmed trying to pull herself out of Emelie’s iron grip. “The more of a scene you make the more people will notice that you shit your panties.” She said harshly. It’s not like there were many people in this area of the block anyway. Miserably she walked alongside the agent being towed along by her arm her other hand desperately trying to hide the bulge in the back of her skirt.
- Joshua was already rummaging through his car; An older model sports coupe that Emelie derided him for calling it childish and unnecessary… but it certainly was fast. “Here we are… better than nothing.” He said, pulling out a pair of panties from under the passenger seat. Emelie’s eyes widened, those weren’t just any panties. Those were hers! She must have forgotten them the last time they’d fooled around. Em grit her teeth keeping quiet about the source of the panties. Lynd did not look particularly pleased about wearing a pair of panties found under a seat but… they seemed infinitely more inviting than her current pair. “and here’s a cleanish rag… and here’s some water.” He continued, grabbing a small towel and a bottle of water handing the items over to the blond. “There, take her back inside to clean up.” He said. Before Emelie could protest he shook his head. “No, you want her, you clean her up. Besides, it wouldn’t be appropriate if I watched her strip. Isn’t that corporate policy and all?” he said with a coy grin pawning off babysitting detail onto Emelie. “Fine… back inside we go.” Em said, dragging her back towards the factory, Lynd doing her best to keep up walking awkwardly bowlegged. “Walk.” Emelie commanded, finally letting go of her arm. The younger woman winced, rubbing where Emelie’s hand had been wrapped tightly around her. She didn’t have to be told twice; eager as she was to change out of her soiled undergarments. She hurried back into the factory with Emelie walking close behind while Joshua and Fi waited by the car bantering back and forth as they were one to do.
- Once they were inside Emelie stood by the door leaning against it. “Go on.” She told the woman who was still looking for a room to duck into. “Wait, right here?” Lynd asked. “Yes, just hurry up. I’ve got a things to do today. Nobody else is going to see and… it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” She said subtly showing off her own buxom chest. The blond grumbled for a moment before relenting; she just wanted to clean the filth from her bottom. She hiked her skirt up revealing her sagging panties and began the arduous process with the limited supplies. Emelie couldn’t hide the disgust on her face as she watched. “I’m really sticking my neck out for you. I don’t know why… maybe I’m feeling guilty about the banger I put down earlier.” She mused for the woman to hear. Her panties had been tossed aside revealing her slender legs glittering with pee and a shaved cunt. Emelie continued “But if you make me regret my decision. If you even so much as think about going back to the life that got you in trouble in the first place. I will put you down.” The raven-haired woman said harshly. Lynd swallowed nervously and nodded. There was relative silence after Emelie’s little lecture. It was only disrupted by the sounds of scrubbing and the various comments that were mostly “ew” or “gross”. Finally she was finished. She slipped a pair of Emelie’s panties up her legs and tugged her damp skirt back down. She was clean enough for now. “What about my…” Lynd asked, sheepishly gesturing to the discarded panties. Emelie just stared at her. “Just leave them… how is that even a question. Come on.” She said opening the door. “Fine… dang it those were my favorite pair.” Lynd complained as they emerged from the factory. “Then you shouldn’t have shit in them.” Emelie reprimanded her again. “Now stop whining.”
- “So, Fi tells me you’re checking out DR… and well you told me over the cell anyway what I’m getting at is they’re some pretty serious players.” Joshua began as Emelie returned. “We know, arms manufacturing and I wouldn’t say going after them exactly. Some ultralux girl got herself wrapped up with them and she’s being held for ransom but she doesn’t even know it.” Emelie explained. Joshua looked perplexed at the newly revealed detail of their mission. He pulled out a pair of mirrored sunglasses wiping them on his shirt before sliding them on his face. “Ransom doesn’t really fit DR’s mo.” He said mulling it over. Emelie shrugged “So they’ve decided to expand from weaponry. They’re a gang Joshua, they don’t give a shit.” She disagreed. “They’re expanding yeah… but not into extortion. DR’s looking into counterfeiting Serum5 for street distribution.” He elaborated. “Look, I know your intel is good but at the corporate level these things get glossed over. The ex-corporate executives running DR wouldn’t sanction that kind of activity. Do you think they want that kind of heat from cops and private security breaching their front door? No, they’re happy to sit in the shadows and manufacture the weaponry and let everyone else kill each other.” He continued. “What’s your point Joshua?” Emelie asked, wrinkling her nose when she smelled something wispy and sweet.
- To take the edge off Lynd had pulled a small matte grey device from her pocket. Exhaling again Emelie saw a plume of vapor billow from her nostrils. She was vaping the very stuff that the doctor had said was potentially making them all incontinent! Emelie immediately held her breath snatching the device from the blond smashing it on the sidewalk. “That’s… bad for you!” was all she could think to exclaim. Lynd let out an irritated “Uhhhhhg”. Fiona just stared with amusement and Joshua cleared his throat. “as I was saying. He’s probably an underling. You find who exactly it was who took the girl and take that guy to a DR boss and I wager they put a bullet in him themselves and send you on your way with daddy’s little girl.” He said with a grin. “Come on, tell me I’m brilliant.” Joshua chuckled. “Or… you know you could just assault their fortress guns blazing and wade through the blood” Emelie stroked her jaw. It was a good plan, he always did have a way of thinking outside the box. They could start an investigation but they’d have to be quick. Drive back to the office arrange a meeting with the client, get access to the daughter’s computers if she had any outside of her implants otherwise they would continue as scheduled and perform some reconnaissance and devise the best way to infiltrate the compound. |
“I knew there was a reason I kept you around.” Emelie teased. “You mean apart from my rugged good looks right?” he joked. “You just keep telling yourself that.” Em continued before Lynd interrupted their playful banter. “You both should just get a room.” She said with a roll of her eyes. Emelie hadn’t noticed it before but her ocular implants stood out the colors of her iris fluctuated and changed almost like a technicolor whirlpool, not exactly subtle but neat to look at. “Change of plans Fi, you’re off the hook for recon.” Emelie announced, breaking her momentary distraction from the near hypnotic color changing eyes. “Oh that’s a shame and here I was looking forward to spending all afternoon sitting in your car.” The redhead joked. Emelie cracked a smile at the joke and shook her head. “We owe you Joshua.” Emelie began before Fiona spoke up. “Speak for yourself… I’ll happily shoot my way through if it means I won’t owe a favor to that scoundrel, no offense Joshua.” She said. “None taken my dear.” He began. “In the meantime what are we going to do with Miss pink tips here?” he asked. “I don’t think you’re comfortable with letting her loose? I wouldn’t be…” he said glancing at the woman who had grown accustomed to the other people talking about her as if she wasn’t there. “Yeah… she’s got to stay with one of us until I can take her in with me tomorrow.” Emelie said. “Uhhh, I do have an apartment yaknow.” Lynd responded indignantly. “and the moment we let you go back unsupervised you’re gone without a trace.” Joshua quipped. “I already said I wouldn’t run!” she insisted, but the others weren’t buying it. “Just hold onto her for now. We’ll decide what to do with her later. You’d be taking her to processing right now anyway~” Emelie said with a grin. “Fine fine, but if I don’t hear back from you I’m turning her loose in your place.” Joshua threatened. “Oh I wouldn’t get into too much trouble.” The younger woman joined in on the joke with a giggle.
- Emelie gave them both a rather unamused look at snapped her fingers at FI. “Come on, let’s get that food you were talking about. Lynd overheard and tugged on Joshua’s sleeve. “Oooh food come on. I could use a burger I’m so hungry!” she exclaimed as she shook his arm. He sighed, looking over his shoulder mouthing the words ‘you owe me’ at Emelie as she sat in the driver’s seat. Fi joined her in the passenger seat and off they went heading back into the fray of SANAM city traffic. Something quick, tasty and greasy was what sounded appetizing to satiate her appetite. With the car in autodrive Emelie reclined her seat unwrapping the cheeseburger she’d ordered. Fiona likewise having ordered the same thing was already ravenously tearing into her food. “I know you two are friends but… are you sure trusting his intel on an op of this priority is such a good idea?” Fiona asked after swallowing a mouthful of food washing it down with some fizzy drink. “I was skeptical at first too but… I think he’s right. Going in uninvited is a big risk and while I know the team could pull it off I think we’ll just save that for plan B. I trust his judgement when it comes to the street gangs.” Emelie responded thoughtfully. Fiona just nodded, more interested in her food than continuing the conversation.
- They ate in relative silence, music quietly playing through the car’s speakers. Fiona wasn’t exactly enthralled with Emelie’s taste in music, mercifully Emelie kept it quiet. The black haired woman let out a groan of contentment rubbing her stomach sucking down another sip of the soda. “I don’t know why I was so hungry.” Emelie began after she’d finished. “Me too.” Fiona replied as she stretched out in her seat wiping her hands on a napkin. “The uh… doctor did mention that today… something about increased appetite and digestion… did you um go in for your examination?” Fiona asked, embarrassed at the topic but finally finding it in herself to ask. “Yeah… I did.” Emelie said curtly, uncomfortable with the topic. After a few moments of awkward silence the redhead continued. “Do you really think it’s because of the Serum5?” she asked. Emelie shrugged, “I don’t know… I’m not an expert but the timing is pretty suspicious… but they wouldn’t just release something that would make us… do that.” She said with a frown, a blush rising to her cheeks to match Fiona’s. “So… how bad is it for you?” Fiona asked, nervously drumming her fingers on her thigh. Straight faced she lied through her teeth, her pride unwilling to let her tell her subordinate that she’d been soaking her sheets the past few nights. “Just a few close calls...” She said, leaving it at that. From the corner of her eye she carefully examined Fiona’s expression with her implant. Dismay and embarrassment most prominently shown in her hud. “and you?” Emelie asked. Embarrassment peaked all other expressions dropping to negligible amounts. “I… uh well a few close calls like you but um…” she began, blushing furiously at what she was about to admit. “I wet my pants… twice now.” Fiona said glumly. “and the doctor advised that I wear a…”
- She was interrupted by a loud crunch, followed by another and then in quick succession another and another. The side view camera exploded into bits of shrapnel as a bullet smashed it to pieces. Both women jumped, collision detection warnings flashing on the various screens in the car. Emelie felt her breath catch in her throat; her lap warmed, a gush of urine expelled in surprise. “Shit!” she cursed, grabbing the wheel yanking the car out of autodrive shoving the pedal to the floor. The engine let out a restrained roar as it powered to life as she took immediate evasive action swerving around traffic. Trying to put some distance between her and their assailants. The bullet resistant window showed spiderwebs of impact where the car had been struck. “Two cars.” Fiona barked having switched into combat mode once they were attacked. “We won’t outrun them.” She said, punching something into the dash. The rear seats were already folding down and the trunk floor sliding forward allowing them access to the rifles. As she swerved and sped through traffic she glanced at the cars giving pursuit. Two low slung sports cars giving chase. “Who are they?” Emelie asked. Fiona shook her head. “Can’t quite tell.” The redhead responded quickly as she grabbed the rifle Emelie had taken from requisitions earlier. “They look like some low level gang. Uplink is telling me NT runners?” she said yanking the charge handle back on the rifle chambering a round before lowering the window. “NT runners?” Emelie repeated, searching the PrivSec database, displaying the results in the control screen built into the dashboard.
- “Why the FUCK would they attack PrivSec agents those fucking little shits.” Emelie snarled before she recognized something. The symbol, the colors she remember… that’s what that punk this morning was wearing. The one she’d shot. Fiona had twisted around facing the rear of the car having undone her seatbelt and was now leaning out the window taking shots at their pursuers. Each shot had to be precisely placed which with Emelie’s evasive driving was a difficult task. Fiona did not want to endanger civilians any more than they already were. Snap… snap… snap Fiona slowly fired. One shot tearing through the hood of the lead car, the next higher up the hood, then through the windshield. Unfortunately the small caliber rifle rounds weren’t likely to disable the vehicle which was preferred in a situation like this where an out of control car could have some serious collateral damage. “I think they’re backing off.” Fiona called out, firing another small group of shots, her hair whipping in the wind. Emelie didn’t back off the throttle yet keeping the car hurtling forward. The muffled crunches of slowly shattering glass mingled with the more metallic thud as shots hit the trunk and other body work as they returned fire. “That doesn’t sound like they’re backing off!” Emelie snapped. “Take out the drivers before I call for air support!” she shouted before Fiona cried out in pain slumping slumped against the door frame a terrible grinding noise filling the air as the barrel of the rifle dragged against the pavement. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” Fiona grunted, as a glittering golden stream of liquid poured down her thighs soaking into her skirt. Emelie hadn’t noticed her loss of control, too concentrated on her driving.
- “It just grazed me.” She said, gritting her teeth in pain as she slid back into the car tossing the slightly road worn rifle into the backseat. The sleeve of her suit was marred with a deep red stain. She clutched her upper arm applying pressure to the wound. “Oh my god… no… not now.” She groaned finally realizing what the horrifyingly wet sensation was. Now that she was sitting urine was pooling in her lap while her thighs squeezed together. The sensation of shame welled in her and tears dripped down her cheek. The sopping wet feeling of sitting in a puddle of urine slowly began to dissipate as it soaked into the seat underneath her. She had completely pissed herself… in her boss’s car no less. Gritting her teeth she grabbed for the other rifle and thrust herself out the window again inadvertently giving Emelie a good look at her soaking wet bottom. Emelie wrinkled her noise at the all too familiar acrid scent of urine and gave a mournful thought about her seat that had now soaked up a full bladder’s worth of urine. Despite her wounded arm Fi was determined, already firing back at the two cars.
- “On my signal swerve left. Once you hear me fire three shots hard right, take the offramp.” Fiona shouted, a plan formulated on the fly. There was a pause in the sound of gunfire. “Now!” she shouted. Emelie turned the wheel hard to the left putting them in the inside lane giving Fiona a clear shot at the outer car’s front tire. The clammy wet feeling of piss covered legs was distracting and the first shot hit the fender. She cursed, grit her teeth and focused. Second shot, dead center impacting the wheel. The offramp was here, it was now or never! Adjusting her aim she squeezed off one last shot. As Emelie threw the car to the right in an effort to make the offramp the bullet hit its mark. The tire burst and at the speeds they were going the sidewall instantly shredded causing the car to jump to the left exactly as planned. The outer car smashed against its partner driving it into the center divider as Emelie and Fiona made their narrow escape their pursuers unable to follow. Fiona slunk back into her seat, the wet upholstery squishing quietly under her. Her red hair was a wild mess after hanging outside the car in the wind for so long. She began laughing “I… I can’t believe that worked perfectly.” She finally said. Adrenaline still pumping in her veins. “Apart from being shot… and pissing in my car.” Emelie said sternly before breaking into an uncontrollable giggle, Fi’s laughter infectious. “I’m glad it did… I really didn’t want to have call in air support.” Emelie said, slumping back in her seat letting the autodrive take control. “Yeah… sorry…” Fiona mumbled quietly.
- Emelie squirmed in her seat, the clammy sensation of damp panties wasn’t lost on her either. “Here, let me take a look at that arm.” She said gently. If anything she cared about her team. Fiona nodded, talking about her issues was embarrassing enough but wetting herself in front of Emelie was utterly mortifying. She winced sliding her arm from her suit pulling off her jacket and placing it on her lap, covering her wet skirt. "Looks okay. Just a flesh wound, you got real lucky this time." Emelie said as she poked and prodded, examining the injury. "Just keep pressure on it. I'll drop you off at your place so you can... Clean up... I'm going to talk to Taarna and the twins. We're going to find this bastard. Fiona nodded, ripping the sleeve of her blood stained jacket to use in place of a bandage holding it against the wound. The rest of the drive was filled with Emelie reporting progress back to Hagar as well as notifying him of the attack by the two bit gang members. Fiona got out when they reached her apartment. “I’m going to talk to the father alone. Standby for addresses and wait… before you go.” she paused. She couldn’t just pretend like what happened hadn’t. Fiona was mortified and rightfully so but Emelie was the leader of the squad and she had a choice to make. Discipline her for her little indiscretion or reassure her? Everything inside was telling her that what Fi had done was unacceptable but… given how hypocritical it would be to lecture her while her own panties were dampened with pee she considered the alternative. |
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Emelie bit her lip, this wasn’t what she’d ever expected she would have to address as leader of a PrivSec op team. “Fi… I know this is difficult for you.” Emelie began, pursing her lips. There was no other way to slice it, this was going to be an awkward and embarrassing conversation. A conversation she wished would go differently. It would be so much easier to scold her for her little incident but she could see the woman’s confidence was already eroded enough. Fiona’s cheeks blushed anew as Emelie spoke, she could already tell what this little talk would entail. She opened her mouth to speak but Emelie spoke first. “You don’t have to say anything. I know it’s a condition… and obviously you aren’t alone.” She said, sugar coating her true feelings on the subject matter at hand. The redhead stared at her, looking slightly confused. She had expected to be reprimanded for what had happened but was grateful Em had decided on a softer approach. Despite Fiona only being a scant one year younger than Emelie the dark-haired woman couldn’t help but feel like a mother trying to comfort her daughter after having an accident in her skirt.
- She almost admitted having done it as well, but her pride wouldn’t allow it. Best not go that far yet. “It’s alright just do your best and try to keep it from happening again. We’re PrivSec agents, we have a reputation to uphold.” She said awkwardly, having struggled through the conversation offering the soaked redhead a forced smile. Fiona nodded letting out a sigh of relief. “I’ll do my best Em.” She said before scurrying away eager to shower. Emelie slumped back in her seat. Her own undergarments felt clammy and her car reeked of pee. She was glad that conversation was over but in the pit of her stomach she knew it wouldn’t be the last and how long could she keep hiding her own issues? Her car pulled away ferrying her back to her own apartment She glumly stared out the window as the car drove itself contemplating what fate had relegated to her reality. How long would she have to suffer this affliction she wondered. The neon veneer over a cold grime encrusted city passed by her window. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as she rolled back to her respite. The adrenaline high of the day’s excitement was gone and combined with the large greasy fast food meal left her feeling a bit groggy. A holo advert caught her eyes as she drove past. A woman modeling what was unmistakably a diaper. The model had an eerie likeness to her, lengthy black hair, pale skin though she didn’t appear to have quite the impressive height Emelie possessed nor the build; the sight made her queasy. It was slim fitting but still had a definite bulk to it that a luxurious pair of panties most certainly did not. The holographic projection touted it’s features, protecting from leaks and odors all while the woman showed off the pullup style incontinence garment.
- No one laughed or stared at the ridiculous add as they walked by. Pedestrians just wandered by aimlessly carrying on about their day as if it was perfectly normal to see an adult woman wearing a diaper festooned with childish pastel designs. She felt like the last sane woman on earth. Letting her seat recline she stared up through the panoramic roof. Far above ground level she could see the air cars skittering around amongst the concrete canopy of the steel jungle. She tapped her finger on the dash turning the windows opaque save for the large glass roof. The rear window, speckled with cracked spiderwebbing flickered for a few seconds before turning opaque like the rest of the windows. For the moment she could hide in the privacy of her car feel vulnerable and not worry about anyone seeing. She’d fought so hard to get where she was, stepped over so many people done acts she had to harden herself to and now it all seemed like it was unraveling. She reached up, nearly touching the glass shutting one eye pinching her thumb and her pointer finger together over the high above silhouette of an air car. “Squish…” Emelie listlessly whispered to herself.
- She arrived back at her apartment building shortly after. Sending her car off to park itself she frowned getting a good look at the damage. It was shot up pretty good. Looks like the boys in the PrivSec garage would have their hands full. Just one of the many perks of being a PrivSec employee. Back in her apartment she kicked off her shoes pausing for a moment now that she wasn’t sitting in her car anymore. Yeah… she definitely smelled of pee. It wasn’t overpowering but… she blushed wriggling out of her expensive pants letting the fabric pool on the floor. She took the pants to her bedroom depositing them in her hamper with an irritated scowl. A message from her boss popped up, a small notification alerting her through her apartment’s speakers. She read it aloud. “Did you a favor, talked to the client. You have full access to the daughter’s penthouse. Aircar will take you there. -Hagar” she smiled. The one nice thing about a higher priority mission was it seemed everyone was willing to pitch in and ensure things operated as smoothly as possible. She tossed her jacket onto the bed and began unbuttoning her blouse before feeling that twinge that had been nagging at her for the past while. That damn large soda she’d had with lunch. She wandered to the bathroom and plopped herself down on the toilet moaning with relief as a powerful stream echoed in the room.
Stepping out of her panties whilst she relieved her bladder she inspected the satin garment. They were noticeably damp and worse yet from the repeated leaks there was a faint stain developing in the gusset. She groaned with frustration… maybe she should have taken that pad. Still… it was better than how Fi had ended up… or Lynd. She threw the dampened panties to the floor looking at them with disgust before she finished. Marching out of the bathroom with renewed determination she tossed her blouse followed by her bra onto the bed joining her suit. Glancing at her body in the mirror she admired her form for a moment, standing in the privacy of her bedroom. A little moral boost for her wounded pride, at least she was still attractive even if she couldn’t stop dribbling in her pants. Wandering to her closet the door opened in front of her seamlessly. Since she was going to the girl’s apartment to search for leads and then after that presumably to whatever nightclub meant she could play a little dress-up! One of her many professional yet not particularly exciting suits was not a requirement. She rifled through her large wardrobe snatching a few choice items. A pair of black leather pants adorned with a bit of red trim and a low cut red blouse. “Hmmm or maybe a skirt?” She continued rummaging through.
Deciding it best not to look too formal while trying to blend in to the night club crowd she opted for the leather. It was a safe bet that a nightclub being visited by some banger henchman wasn’t the classiest establishment. Emelie breathed in through her nose as she held the leather pants in her hand. That unique earthy leathery scent filled her nostrils coaxing a sigh of content. She loved the smell of leather. Snatching a skimpy red blouse to match she tossed the clothes onto the bed behind her plucking a jacket off the hangar as well before she was satisfied with her choices. Making a quick stop at a smaller chest of drawers for some unmentionables. She rifled through the drawer looking for the perfect match pulling out a skimpy red thong trimmed with black lace. “Ahh perfect.” she smirked. The thought of what her team members would say if they knew what she was wearing amused her, a side of herself that she kept mostly secret from the people she worked with. Even though she hid it underneath a cold exterior she was still a woman and she did enjoy wearing things that would make a man… or woman’s jaw drop. With the skimpy underwear pulled up her slender legs she took another moment to admire herself in the mirror before setting her sights on the leather pants she had picked out. One leg at a time her lower half was encased in the smooth form fitting material. She ran her hands over the leather savoring the feeling before pulling on the matching bra to the panties she wore hidden underneath the skintight leather. Finally, she pulled the curve hugging blouse over her head. The sleeveless top hugged her chest perfectly and the triangle window showed borderline too much cleavage.
- It was the kind of outfit that made her feel like a seductress, the kind of outfit that made her feel deadly. It put her in a different mindset than her normal work attire. She accessorized with a tangle of belts strapped around her hips that hung lower on one thigh than the other. With the tighter jacket there was no room for the discrete underarm holster she typically wore but this outfit was loud, intimidating brash. A thigh holster would be the perfect final accessory. With her large sidearm strapped to her muscular thigh she admired herself in the mirror striking a few poses feeling her confidence returning. A quick application of a dark red lipstick that verged on black and she was ready. Grabbing the leather biker jacket she departed, possessing a confident sway of her hips as she walked. Catching the eye of a man who looked to be maybe five years older than she Emelie winked coyly at him as she strut by smirking as he stared longingly. Aircar was perhaps a bit of a misnomer… while some of the flying vehicles did resemble the more pedestrian land based transport the aircar that was waiting for Emelie to take her to the target’s penthouse apartment looked more akin to a large jumpjet aircraft. A door on the fuselage slid open welcoming her into the passenger compartment. She took her seat in the first class accommodation as the door shut. Syncing with the com system she spoke to the pilot through her implants. “We’re go.” She said, glancing out the window hearing the engines begin to spool with a rapidly increasing whirring sound.
- “Copy that Ms. Blackstar, shouldn’t be more than ten minutes.” His smooth voice came through her implant. “and might I add you look like the devil herself today.” He said with a chuckle as the craft lurched upwards. It swayed for a moment hovering off the ground before gaining altitude. Emelie smirked, watching the ground grow smaller beneath them. Composing a message she notified her team, depending on what she found they may have to split up to cover more ground. Who knew how many clubs the little skank frequented.
- She enjoyed watching the city change as they ascended to the upper levels. A small percentage of the population ever visited much above ground level. The shift was immediately apparent. Once you were high enough up the colors seemed to drain, the relentless advertisements all but disappeared. She’d long since figured out the people who direct those adverts don’t want to be looking at the same stuff they spew to the general populace. Having grown up ground level though as perverse as it was and maybe it was just all the subliminal suggestions hidden in the ads but she missed the color, the vibrancy, the bustle of the lower levels any time she had to come topside for work. Her philosophical musings were interrupted by the pilot’s voice “and tower 17 here we are.” He said, setting the craft down on one of many landing spots as another craft, a smaller personal vehicle lifted off before shooting over the side and vanishing from sight. “Thanks, hopefully I won’t be too long.” She responded before departing. “Right, I’ll keep the burners hot. Command said you have full access, locks are bio, Iris scan.” He continued. She walked around the front of the craft tapping the side of her forhead waving her middle finger and pointer finger forward. From inside the cockpit her returned the little salute common among PrivSec agents.
- A short walk from the landing pads she found herself in the foyer. She always forgot just how alien the comparative serenity was of the upper levels. Approaching the receptionist who was typing something into a computer she quickly got the woman’s attention clearing her throat. Seeing the armed leather clad woman she balked, assuming the worst. Emelie chuckled, that flash of fear on the woman’s face. She let her think the worst for a moment before pulling out her wallet showing her PrivSec identification. “Emelie Blackstar, I’m here to look over Ms. Ferrenis’s suite.” she explained, resting her elbows on the polished stone counter after pocketing her wallet. The relief on the woman’s face was visible. “Oh, yes of course. Suite 37.” she responded with a helpful tone of voice. “The elevator behind me will take you to the correct floor.” the receptionist said, pointing over her shoulder. Emelie tapped her nails against the stone nodding before she left the woman’s presence. A short elevator ride took her to the correct floor and with a chime the doors opened spilling out into a long hallway. Mail slots were numbered and doors were few and far between. Compared to Emelie’s apartment complex which wasn’t a slum by any means but even it had three maybe four doors for ever one in this place! Finally she reached number thirty-seven. True to what the pilot had told her after looking into the biometric lock the door whirred for a moment and the locks clicked open revleaing the domicile of their kidnapped target.
- “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” a synthesized voice spoke. She nearly jumped in surprise glad she didn’t dribble in her nice leather pants from the start. A chiseled figure slowly materialized in front of her as she walked in. Of course the young heiress would have a muscular shirtless piece of eye candy as her home’s ai assistant. Emelie was more impressed with the scope of the penthouse. The view was incredible. Walking past the holographic projection she took a moment to soak in the sheer opulence of such a place. She stared out through the large panes of glass. The city lay sprawling before her, aircars zipped in and out of view. She must have been able to see at least three whole blocks in any direction! The assistant spoke up again. “When your name was added to the security provisions I inferred you may be coming. I apologize for Ms Ferrenis’s absence.” it spoke. She waved her hand dismissively, giving one last longing look out the window before turning back to look at the ai. “Show me to the master bedroom.” she said It nodded dutifully and beckoned her along. “Has she had any guests within the past week? Wait… scratch that. I need to know about guests going back one week prior to the last day she was home.” she questioned as the two walked. “Yes, Ms. Ferrenis has had a total of total of 15 visitors in the past week prior to her last visit home.” It responded. “How many were male?” she continued, getting more granular with the results. “Three, one being her father. The other two I can conclude with a high degree of certainty that it was the same individual on two separate occasions.” It said. Although the ai assistant spoke with a human voice. It lacked the empathy or curiosity that a real person would have giving it an uncanny valley effect.
- Emelie’s interest was immediately piqued by the revelation. It wasn’t certain but it was still the first hint of a lead. “Here is the mistress’s bedroom.” It said pausing before a set of large double doors. The projection reached forward placing and hand on each door and slowly pushed them open. Emelie blinked, cocking her head to the side. She’d seen effects like that before, ai assistants were very popular and with most homes automated doors could all be controlled by the home ai to give the illusion they were interacting with the physical plane. You could always tell though, it was never quite perfect and the projection would usually clip through portions but… this looked like he had actually moved the door! She followed into the lavishly furnished bedroom. “Did you just open the doors? I mean really open…” she asked, unable to hide her curiosity. It almost appeared to smile. “You are very perceptive Ms. Blackstar. Much more so than Ms. Ferrenis’s acquaintances. Yes, I did.” It answered, standing back allowing Emelie free reign to the bedroom. It was huge! The room had another gorgeous view but the large window was tinted at the moment keeping the bedroom dark. “How?” she asked as she began her search slowly walking around the bedroom starting with the bedside table pulling open the drawer, searching the contents.
- “The latest in photonic capture technology” it recited. “I am a prototype, a proof of concept. I cannot elaborate on the nature of the technology.” It said as she kept searching. She shut the drawer finding nothing but makeup, empty cartridges of Serum5 and money. “Incredible…” she said quietly, glancing back at the ai construct. Her father probably owned the company developing the technology. She kept searching in the dimly lit bedroom not bothering to turn up the lights, her lowlight vision enhanced by her ocular implants. “This male visitor she had. Do you have a name, description, any prior visits?” she asked moving to the closet. “First name Jake, last name unknown. I have a full description I can provide you with and only one prior visit which falls one day outside of your initial search parameters.” It said. That made her smile, it was sounding more and more like this Jake was their target. Dealing with an ai whom she had full access to was a refreshing change of pace for the day. Joshua was helpful and all but his teasing wasn’t always helpful especially when it came to business. This thing just answered her questions, never beat around the bush, never told her that she owed it for the information. With the closet showing nothing but a wide spread of expensive clothes she moved on. “Are there any recently worn clothes?” she asked, looking for anything that would give her a hint of what clubs she’d been visiting. “No, I am afraid not. Ms. Ferrenis has suffered multiple bouts of incontinence recently and thusly I have increased the frequency with which I was her clothing.” It said impartially. -
Emelie walked up to the projection, squinting her eyes examining the form of the man. She poked it curiously. It didn’t feel remotely like flesh but it had substance. “Wow… “ she said with subdued excitement. “Please be careful, the tensile strength of photonic capture isn’t quite strong enough yet and recalibration of the capture matrix takes here to five minutes.” It said, stepping away from the inquisitive woman. “Of course.” She said, carrying on with her investigation. Wandering across the room to the large dresser situated beneath an even larger television she traced her fingers along the countertop feeling the cold granite surface. The ai spoke up “The top right most drawer contains any items left in Ms. Ferrenis’s pockets before I sent them for washing.” It said. Her eyes lit up. That was exactly what she was hoping for. Emelie quickly pulled open the drawer in question. More money, more makeup… Emelie could have sworn she’d seen the same shade of lipstick three times now oh to have the wealth of an ultralux. There were more odds and ends in this drawer though. “Can I interest you in any refreshments Ms. Blackstar?” it asked, interrupting her. The black haired woman ignored it for the moment as she pulled out a pack of matches emblazoned with the words ‘Club Sin’, the outline of a succubus behind the bold print. Finally addressing the assistant she turned back with a coy grin. “Does she have any good whisky?” she asked. It nodded. “I shall return momentarily with your drink.” She dug deeper into the contents of the drawer pulling out a neon wrist band with the same logo. Two more neon wrist bands were inside but neither of the other two matched the first one. She found a crumple slip of paper and on a whim unfurled it finding a receipt for a long list of drinks. Certainly more than one girl would drink, another club Steel Heaven. This was exactly what she was looking for! Unfortunately the third band only had a logo on it.
- The ai entered the room again, carrying a glass of amber liquid ice cubes clinking against the fine crystal ware. “As requested.” It said holding out the glass for her to take. “Wonderful” Emelie said raising the glass before taping a sip. “Cheers.” She toasted. “I’ll be taking this stuff.” She motioned to the scraps she’d taken out of the drawer. “Can you tell me if any of this was with her on the nights she returned with Jake?” she asked. The ai paused as if it was contemplating the question. In a way it was but it’s version of thinking about something was querying millions of database records. It shook it’s head “I cannot say with any certainty.” It said. She took another drink tasting the sharp smokey liquid as it coated her throat. “No matter.” She said, setting the drink down on the dresser before combing through the rest of the room. She was certain those clues were the best leads she was going to find but it paid to be thorough. She looked through the rest of the drawers, checked in the bathroom even looked under the bed greeted by a sprawling sea of mismatched shoes. Nothing else caught her watchful eye. She would have to content herself with the leads she’d found. “I think that should conclude what I need in here. Is there any other room which she frequents anywhere else she would have left any clues about her evening activities?” she asked as she returned to her drink swishing the glass around in her hand before taking a sip. “You may want to look in the Den but other than that Ms. Ferrenis spends the majority of her time in her bedroom or the main room."(edited)
- Emelie nodded departing the bedroom waiting for the ai to show her to the den where the target spent time. She took another sip of the expensive drink and let out a little shiver. “Maybe I should come up here more often.” she joked. The ai didn’t laugh. They went back down the hall before he directed her through another door. Apparently daddy’s little girl hadn’t quite grown up the ‘den’ as the ai had called it was filled with all sorts of antiquated arcade and carnival games. It was not what she was expecting. She gave a cursory walk around but there was nothing. She’d got what she’d came for time to talk to the team. She tipped her head back and finished off the drink licking her lips feeling the faintest tingles of inebriation relaxing her. “Do you have a chip you can store Jake’s image on?” she asked handing the drained glass back to the assistant. “Yes, I took the liberty of making a copy for you when I poured your drink.” It said, leading her back to the sprawling first room. She held her hand open expectantly when they paused and he picked something up off the counter. “Please enjoy the rest of your day Ms. Blackstar.” It said. She pocketed the datachip and nodded taking one last look out the window. “Yeah, I think I will.” She said leaving just as suddenly as she had arrived.
- The view, the technology, the opulent décor. She could feel a pang of jealousy as she made her way back to the air car. With a tap of her ear she was calling her team. Seeing they were all connected to the line she cleared her throat to get their attention. “I’ve got three locations, a name and a picture.” she began. Taarna’s cold voice came through. “Sounds like you found your lead. Fiona filled us in on your morning’s festivities.” the tech specialist said. “Indeed, twins listen up I need you to check out a Steel Heaven. I’ll send you all the image of the guy. His name is Jake” she explained to a pair of groans one male, one female. “Oh quit groaning.” Emelie said sharply as the door to the aircar opened and she took her seat. “Taarna, Fiona I only have a logo. I don’t know the name of the place so you’ll have to do a little running on the web but I’m sure you’ll find it. I’ll be looking at a place called Club Sin.” she said giving them their orders. -
There was a collective snicker from the twins. “Don’t have too much fun commander.” the only male member of the squad spoke up. “Don’t make me kick your ass Drake.” Emelie snapped. “This is recon only, find out if he’s a regular, if you do run into him don’t engage. Information ONLY Diana.” She spoke sharply reprimanding the other twin. “Okay, I screwed up one time and you never let me forget!” she protested at being called out by name. “One time?” Drake teased his twin. The sounds of scuffling came through muffled. “How OLD are you two!? Act professional!” Emelie scolded them sharply. Fi and Taarna stayed quiet while the twins bickered and Emelie tried to wrangle them; a task more difficult done than said over coms. The sounds of them trading blows came over the line. Emelie sighed in irritation shutting her eyes as a noisy thump came through. Their scuffle had devolved into wrestling “Uhg, get off you’re going to pee on me!” Drake spat with a laugh that elicited an angry shriek from his twin sister. That comment instantly drew the ire of four women. “ENOUGH! DO YOUR JOBS!” Emelie shouted over the line before ending the call. Once the irritation faded she told the pilot the destination and the familiar whir of the engines spooling up filled the cabin and the craft. It wasn’t a long flight soaring amidst the tall concrete towers and it certainly beat sitting in traffic on the ground level. During the flight she sent the image file to the rest of their team considering adding a sternly worded note to the twins especially Drake but no… that could wait, best to keep that in person.
- The club looked just about how she expected. A neon outline of a succubus loomed overhead over the red worlds Club Sin written in a long swooping script. Emelie cracked her knuckles rolling her shoulders around before pushing the door open heading inside. Immediately she was greeted by a hazy club lit with a crimson light. A large teched out bouncer stood in her way in the narrow entryway. From behind the inner doors she could hear the bassy thump of music reverberating through the walls. “The piece.” he said with a gruff almost mechanical voice as he gesture at her gun. He watched her sharply, a mechanical compound eye glowing in the dim light of the entryway. “Yeah yeah.” she said flippantly refusing to be intimidated by the man’s imposing presence. Emelie unclipped the holster from around her thigh handing over the weapon to the man who opened a latch in the wall and tossed it inside. “Have fun.” he said with a laugh. The door opened behind him and she strolled in. The music faded as the song finished and the dancer took a moment leaning against the pole. Her hair was pure white and shimmered. It looked almost pink in the red light. The people dancing on the floor took a moment to catch her breath. The crowd was surprisingly large considering it was still early in the evening. The crowd inside was filled with characters, some augged out some looking relatively natural others standing off to the side smoking doses of Serum5.
- A new song began to play over the speakers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYxtiGn6VFI
The dancer stood on stage letting the music slowly roll on. Emelie watched her as she stood there wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of panties and a small strap over her chest. Strips of implanted fillament ran along her skin almost like lengthy tattoos but instead they lit and pulsed to the music. The strips of like ran up her arms, down her midsection and down her legs looking almost like celtic knotts. She was entrancing to watch as she danced to the electronic music. Emelie’s implants attenuated the sheer volume but she could feel the vibrations in her chest. She swayed to the music shutting her eyes still feeling slightly inebriated from the drink she’d had earlier. Emelie wanted to go to a club that she often frequented… dance for a while, see someone whom she could have some fun with. She enjoyed the song listening and watching when she noticed something peculiar. Middance a glistening wet streak gushed down the dancer’s thigh. It was barely noticable in the smokey atmostphere but the woman’s panty was soaking wet and it was piss! She was pissing herself right on stage! Emelie balked at the sight but nobody seemed to care or notice that the dancer was pissing down her legs as she performed. The liquid puddled on the stage underneath her as she worked her magic. She was disgusted but at the same time… it was so wrong… so deviant in this situation… it was almost enticing. Emelie could swear she saw more than one girl’s pants glistening wet but it was tough to tell in the crowd.
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Thank you again for your comments guys o.o still going strong.
The pulsating base of the music continued to vibrate through her chest and the dancer continued to perform as the crowd of partiers carried on. Emelie however had business to attend to. She tore her eyes away from the hypnotic moves of the dancer and scanned the room. The bartender was probably a good place to start but… then again so were the dancers. She drummed her fingers against the thigh of her leather pants before gazing to the bar before back at the stage. Wait… why was she even thinking about this so hard. She would just question them both. Turning towards the bar she stepped forward without looking and smacked straight into a large man who had been watching the dancer. He grunted with irritation glowering at the woman who had ran into him. He must have just walked up while she was zoned out watching the dancer on stage watching in disbelief as she wet herself. Before she could open her mouth to utter a quick apology the man spoke up. “Ey puta watch it.” He growled. The vest he wore over his shoulders revealed a scarred muscular stomach. She wasn’t intimidated by this tough guy pissant. At least she thought she wasn’t… the wet feeling trapped in her leather pants made her think otherwise. Again it wasn’t much but her thong felt wet and her nethers hot and slippery. It was almost a… pleasurable sensation. She blushed at the thought before returning the man’s glare wiggling her middle finger at him. Niceities had went out the window the moment he insulted her.
- “Pound sand asshole.” She said defiantly, ready to end the conversation and walk towards the bar. Stepping around behind him she felt a large hand grab her by the wrist jerking her back. “You got some mouth on you chica.” He said with a lecherous smirk. She froze, gritting her teeth in irritation. “Let me guess, I should put it to good work?” she said with a snarky edge to her voice. His grip tightened, starting to get painful. “You’re a cocky little shit aren’t you?” he continued. He jerked her back towards him still holding her by the wrist. Her patience had ran out the moment he put his hand on her! She was quicker and before he could react Emelie drove her knee right between the man’s legs. His mouth fell open, he convulsed with pain before crumpling to the ground in a heap of pain. “Next time keep your hands to yourself.” She taunted, stepping over him towards the bar. She was nobody’s victim. Fortunately security hadn’t seen them making a small commotion though it wasn’t hard to play the girl card in a club like this and sway them to her side regardless of the situation. The bar was crowded… surprisingly crowded for a Monday evening. Clouds of vaporized Serum5 tickled her nose as she waited while people ordered their drinks. Emelie squirmed where she stood, watching the two bartenders carefully deciding on which one to approach. Coming straight out and asking if they had seen an ultralux around the club probably was a ticket to getting kicked out. People who asked questions like that… didn’t often get far. A more subversive touch was required. Emelie let a man go ahead of her who struck up a conversation with the female bartender so she could use her charm against the male.
- “Well don’t you look fierce, what can I get for you darling?” the bartender asked leaning closer so they could hear each other over the music. She put on her best face, flashing large puppy dog eyes at the man. “I’m looking for my sister.” She began. “I know she was here but I haven’t seen her in days and I’m getting worried.” Emelie said, sighing forlornly for emphasis. “She was hanging out with some guy and I just wanted to know if you’d seen him… maybe he was a regular?” she asked hopefully, selling her story as best she could. “Do you have a picture hon?” he asked, concern in his voice. “I can’t promise anything… I see a lot of people around here but I’ll look.” He said with a friendly smile. She retrieved the datachip provided to her from the ai and placed it on the bar. A holographic image of the man sprang up into view. “What about your sister?” he asked. She pulled out the picture given to her in the case file and laid it on the bar pushing it towards him. “We’re…” she began but lowered her voice. “very wealthy… she might have bought drinks for everyone?” she postulated, hinting at what her sister might have done to jog his memory. “They kind of look familiar and there was some ultralux girl in here the other night. That might’a been her but I don’t know. I didn’t serve them and the girl who was working that night isn’t here. I think they went into one of the private rooms for some dances.” He said pushing the photo back at her. Emelie bit her lip knowing what was coming. She was smart enough to know that he was going to want some money and to keep the act up she preempted him, pulling out a large bill placing it on the bar. She could get reimbursed through the company later, official business. “Do you think I could talk to the dancer?” she asked, keeping her hand on the money. He watched her for a moment before nodding.
- The bartender took a step away towards the end of the bar leaning over to speak with one of the security. Even with her enhanced hearing, the ambient noise was too much to cut through. She couldn’t hear what was being whispered. The large man nodded and walked off while the bartender returned. “It might be a few minutes. Do you want something to drink while you wait?” he asked. “Whisky on the rocks.” She said with a sweet smile letting him have the bill she had placed on the bar earlier. The buzz from her first drink had started to fade, another sounded delightful. Moments later she had her drink in hand and she was finding herself a booth to sit and wait. She slouched into the thickly padded seat and took a sip of her drink. It wasn’t bad but compared to what she’d had earlier it was swill. The same dancer was still onstage finishing her dance but her attention was drawn to the overflowing line spilling out of the lady’s bathroom. She took a deep breath and sighed. One girl in line had already lost control, her leggings glistened in the light of the club and a wet puddle radiated from her feet. She could see a few women brazenly just going into the men’s bathroom unwilling or unable to wait any longer. The woman in front, a pale skin blond with black lipstick and an asymmetrical haircut that covered half her face pounded on the bathroom door. Clenching her eyes shut she kept one hand jammed firmly between her legs. Emelie could hear her begging for whomever was inside to open the door. It looked like it was an emergency with the way she was wriggling and hopping in place. Emelie could see her suddenly lock up. She straightened her posture and her eye’s widened. A look of shock graced her face but when Emelie glanced at the woman’s pants… nothing. The woman standing behind her in line looked less than pleased by the development and pinched her nose.
- There was a perverse amusement and an air of superiority the raven haired woman felt. She switched to thermal vision and the sight only confirmed what she already knew. She could barely hear the woman whimper and grunt over the din of the crowd and the music. The glowing orange warmth was mirrored on her bottom when the woman turned to lean her head against the wall. Underneath the woman’s hand clutching the back of her pants was another glowing bulge. Emelie sneered switching back to normal vision as the woman fled with an awkward run. Emelie wrinkled her nose as the woman ran by her table and a foul smell followed. She took another sip of her drink and glanced back up at the stage. Another dancer had taken the stage whilst she had been walking the show. “Disgusting.” she muttered before a figure glided up to her standing at the end of the table. The dancer stood at the end of the table, a pleasant look on her face; the filament strips embedded in her skin pulsating softly with light as the music played behind them. “They said you were looking for your sister?” she asked with a compassionate smile. Emelie looked up and returned the smile. “Yes… I was just wondering if you’d seen or the guy she was with.” she said.
- The woman nodded slowly “Yes, I recall who you were talking about. She was most generous.” she said softly. The woman hadn’t redressed yet, still wearing just a pair of panties and a thing strap around her chest that barely covered her nipples. Emelie noticed that they were still damp but didn’t say anything despite the smell of urine wafting to her nose. “Is there anything specific you’d like to know?” the dancer asked. “Um… well have you seen them before? Err the guy she was with specifically.” she asked hopefully. The dancer looked pensive for a moment thinking before shaking her head. “No… I’m sorry.” she said with a frown. “I’ve never seen them here before the other night.” she said, an airy aloof quality to her voice. Emelie forced a crestfallen look. “Oh...” she sighed. This lead was cold… hopefully the others would have some luck. “Well, thank you for your time and… you should probably go clean up.” Emelie said, unable to resist. The dancer reached down running her fingers along the moist fabric of her panties. “Yes… I should...” she agreed, seemingly unphased by having wet herself while performing. “It’s been happening a lot lately to the performers but the patrons don’t seem to mind.” the dancer said.
- Emelie gulped down the rest of her drink before sliding out of the booth thanking the dancer again before hastily departing the club. She collected her piece from the bouncer at the door before exiting out into the early evening. The city air seemed fresh compared to the air inside the club. She felt a little dizzy from all the vaped Serum floating around the club. She took a deep breath, between the second drink and the second hand vape she was feeling good. Shutting her eyes she ran her hands through her hair enjoying the feeling of her fingertips running across her scalp. She sent out a message to her team asking for a status update. Taarna and Fi came back with nothing yet but the twins seemed like they may be onto something. There was nothing for it now. “Fi, Taarna. If the twins find something go back them up if needed then call it a night. Club Sin was a bust. They were there once but probably won’t be back. He’s not a regular. I think I’m done for the night. Let me know if anything comes up.” Emelie said. Fi’s voice came through the link “Will do commander.” the redhead responded before letting the call go. It was time to enjoy the night, her team could follow up on the rest of the leads. Maybe have a few more drinks, do some dancing herself but whom to go see. Glancing back up at the sign she could feel some butterflies in her stomach. She could have some fun with Joshua but… likely Lynd would get in the way of that. She was going to have to take her off his hands some time tonight… Or there was Aria. She gave a little shudder at the memory of their last encounter. Unlike Joshua who worked in a position like she and lived fast and loose Aria owned and operated a successful string of nightclubs under the name Virulence. Similar to the club she’d just been in but different. She started walking back to where the aircar had let her out debating whom to call for a night of fun. |
Disclaimer, sexytime ahead
“Virulence, the one on 42nd” she said with a coy smirk. “Just drop me off and I’m done for the night.” She told the pilot as she sank into the comfortable seat. It had been a long day, she’d been shot at, nearly crushed, done some shooting of her own and stressed about her slowly dwindling continence. Worst of all that damn ‘checkup’ with the doctor where she’d pissed on the floor. Emelie let out a sigh reflecting on the day’s events, nothing too out of the ordinary besides the whole pissing herself. She watched the city drift by through the window. If only she could have an aircar chauffer her around every day; that however was still above her paygrade. “Going out for a few drinks, I’ll tell you when I’m back to bring the brat over.” She said aloud, transcribing a message through her implant to Joshua. What would have been a half hour drive with traffic took all of five minutes zooming through the air of the city. The pilot’s voice came through her implant shaking from her reflective state of mind. “Have a drink for me Ms. Blackstar this is your stop.” He said, opening the door. “Thanks for the lift, sure you can’t be my personal driver for the rest of the night?” she asked with a laugh, stepping out of the vehicle onto a rooftop landing pad. “Maybe once you get that promotion and talk to corporate.” He teased with a chuckle as the door shut The engines spooled up again and the whole craft shuddered for a moment before lazily lifting into the air leaving her alone for a moment on the landing pad save for the bouncer at the roof access door. -
The sun had almost fallen beneath the horizon and already she could see the aurora’s faint glow in the early evening. The vast Aurora Centrallis that lit up the night sky. As if the city didn’t have enough color with all the luminescent billboards and holographic projections. The landing pad was only five stories above street level and a few blocks down she could see a large projection of a woman dancing around completely nude; it must have stood at least 4 stories tall. She couldn’t tell what it was advertising but that hardly mattered. She approached one of the many bar counters of which there was at least one per floor. “The special.” She said with a smile to the bartender. The woman nodded getting to work mixing out a concoction of alcohols with a few special ingredients. “and put it on Ms. Mouzaya’s tab.” Emelie added. The bartender looked hesitant for a moment people asking to put drinks on the bosses tab were usually either bold or stupid. Rarely was someone a special guest of the boss. After a moment the bartender just smiled and nodded when she received the confirmation she needed. “Of course Ms. Blackstar, forgive the delay. I just had to check, I’m sure you understand.” She said, sliding the drink towards her. Emelie just nodded, unperturbed by the security checks. The drink was a bold green, the signature color of the club and bubbled slightly. She took a sip, the frigid drink went down easy and when she exhaled her breath condensed into visible vapor. Now to find Aria and surprise her! “Do you know where Aria is?” she asked the woman behind the bar before leaving. “I believe Ms. Mouzaya is in her office.” She offered. Emelie tipped the woman a few dollars and was on her way. Perfect, she was already on the top floor where Aria’s office was located. Aria’s office was waiting for her, the door shut as always. Emelie gave a curt knock and waited patiently. She frowned when there was no answer. She knocked again, more impatiently than the last time.
- “Looking for me my little murtaziq?” a familiar voice surprised her mixing in words of her old tongue with common speak. She jumped, almost spilling her drink another dribble of urine wetting her thong. The woman’s hand firmly grasped her shoulder turning her around. Emelie feigned a pout as she woman pushed her back against the door and planted her lips up against Emelie’s. A tingle ran up her spine at the kiss, her lips felt electric. Emelie broke the kiss, her knees feeling weak. She looked down at the woman who stood a few inches shorter than she. Emelie had always been jealous of her slightly exotic features and more olive complexion. Still holding her drink in one hand she spun the woman around pressing her against the door. The power exchange was something that always thrilled her. Aria smirked coyly allowing herself to be held there by the larger woman. In truth Aria was a very wealthy woman. Not ultralux, but for street level she did very well for herself. Her implants rivaled Emelie’s and like the woman they were all subtle save for her designer eyes. A snowflake like lattice work replaced her iris and every time the woman blinked the pattern shifted and changed, no two patterns ever the same. Her hair was black like Emelie’s but her skin was much less pale. -(edited)
The pair stayed dangerously close for a moment, Emelie intoxicated by her scent; a mixture of the smoky club atmosphere and an expensive perfume. She took another sip of her drink exhaling smoke through her nose before pressing herself against the woman kissing her greedily. This time she forced her tongue into the woman’s mouth deepening their kiss. Emelie could feel Aria’s knee brushing against her thigh as the woman raised her thigh between Emelie’s forcing it between her legs. She shivered grinding against it through her skintight leather pants. Emelie had to break the kiss this time moaning quietly. Her hand slowly slid down Aria’s back towards her hips but the exotic woman smacked it before she could reach her target. “You’re ravenous tonight and you certainly look the part.” Aria spoke, the tone of voice she had it almost sounded like she was lecturing her. “It’s been a long day.” Emelie replied with a husky moan as she continued to move her hips. “Come, finish your drink and let’s dance.” Aria suggested. “I’ve been doing paperwork for much too long. I think I may go crosseyed.” Emelie happily obliged gulping down the rest of the deceptively strong drink, setting the glass down when they walked past an empty table. Her head swam for a moment as her inebriation increased. She giggled allowing Aria to lead her by the hand to the nearest escalator. In the privacy of the elevator they were all over each other neither of them able to resist; kissing, pulling each other’s hair, pushing each other against the walls of the confined space the two were progressively getting rougher until the door dinged and they had to show a modicum of restraint.
- “After you murtaziq.” Aria said, gesturing to the open door. “Thank you snowflake.” Emelie said with a smirk. She held the corners of her leather jacket, one in each hand as she walked strutting out of the elevator causing the jacket to rise above her hips. Aria bit her lip watching the woman not so subtly expose the waistband of her pants and the red thong cresting above before vanishing when she let her jacket fall back into place. Aria mumbled something under her breath taking a moment to compose herself before following after. Those who recognized Aria moved aside allowing her and Emelie to navigate through the through of intoxicated patrons to a prime spot on the dance floor where the two began moving to the pulsating rhythm of the music. With an adhoc sync to each other’s personal network they could talk directly through their implants and hear each other over the dull roar of the club. “How have you been Em it has been a while since you last visited.” Aria began. Emelie turned to look straight into her eyes, dancing seductively. “Well enough.” She said, running her hands along her body starting at her shoulders, down over her generous chest to her hips. “You know how it goes, work keeps me busy.” Emelie responded. “Busy until you want free drinks.” Aria teased earning a chuckle from the other woman. “Free drinks and sex.” She corrected Aria, waving her finger at her and teasing her back.
- “Of course.” Aria spoke before letting the conversation drop, dancing with her sometimes fling. Songs came and went as the couple writhed and moved against each other. Perspiration beaded on their foreheads matting their hair to their skin as they lost themselves to the music. A slower song began to play and the two took a moment’s respite moving close. Emelie took advantage of the moment sliding behind Aria draping her arms around the woman holding her from behind kissing her neck. Aria broke the silence while Emelie nuzzled her neck. “Have you had any… problems lately?” she asked, carefully broaching the subject. Emelie blushed, but with the alcohol lowering her inhibitions she didn’t snap at the woman. “I… well…” she began before just nodding glumly. “Wetting the bed mostly.” She admitted. Somehow it felt easier to talk to Aria than anyone else who’d brought up the subject with her… though it was mostly the alcohol mingled with the faint contact high from the smoked serum5. “I wet the bed a few times.” Aria admitted. Unlike Emelie however she didn’t seem to have a problem admitting it. Her voice was as confident as ever even discussing such an embarrassing topic. “Have you seen a doctor yet? PrivSec has advanced medical facilities no?” the wealthy club owner asked, swaying with Emelie to the slow song. “They made us… today I spoke with one.” She said, not going into detail of how awkward that meeting had went and what had bordered on assault when the doctor tried to offer her a protective pad. “And?” Aria asked authoritatively. “It was fine!” she insisted defensively. “… she tried to give me a pad but I don’t need it during the day!” she insisted.
- Aria rolled her eyes, she knew how prideful this one could be. “Oh, so you’re telling me when I strip you out of your leather pants that skimpy little thong of yours will be bone dry?” she asked, coyly slipping her hand behind her running her finger along the front of Emelie’s pants. “Of… course.” She lied… poorly. Emelie blushed even harder, lying about such a thing… she knew she had leaked a little earlier and even though it was wrong being scolded like that about something so childish. It seemed like the ultimate power exchange. “it could be worse, the poor girls who work here… I don’t think any of them can hold it through an entire shift and I couldn’t have them constantly leaving the bar to run to the bathroom.” Aria said, glancing at a server when she walked past to hand a drink to a patron before scurrying off. Even in her drunken state Emelie could tell what was being implied. It made sense… what the doctor had said about the new Serum revision causing the effects. With all the second hand vapor in the club they would have massive exposure and now she was dancing in it! Aria could tell she was distracted; she turned around inside her arms and planted another kiss right on her lips. “Come on another song is starting.” She said as the slow song that had been playing melted away into another fast tempo track. She forced a smile and began to dance.
- The songs came one after another and the two lost themselves in the music and each other for nearly two hours; dancing until they were sore. With a server bringing them drinks the whole while the pair had grown quite drunk. Eventually they ended up walking back to Aria’s office barely able to keep their hands off each other stopping on more than one occasion to make out. During their trek back to Aria’s office Emelie had noticed not only did she feel wet but she was bursting to pee and even worse… lunch had caught up with her. She prayed it was just sweat, after all she was wearing tight leather pants but part of her wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t just sweat and arousal. She thought about excusing herself but when Aria turned around and Emelie could see the front of her black button down shirt hanging open… she let the door shut behind her and stepped forward forgetting about her need for the little girls room overcome with desire. She nearly tripped over her own feet as she darted forward pressing Aria down against her desk. The kissing was hot, wet, rough. They barely separated long enough to come up for air! There were no words just passionate emotions fueled by an alcohol induced lack of restraint. The owner of this entire establishment was on her back on her desk. Emelie practically lay on top of her. She straddled her hips, one knee on the woman’s desk the other still standing on the floor. She groped Aria’s exposed chest squeezing, massaging and toying with the woman’s nipples. “gggnnnnn guhhh.” she moaned unintelligibly through Emelie’s lips. “Nnng I can’t wait… I can’t wait any longer.” Emelie said breathlessly as her hands scrambled down to the button on Aria’s pants. She got the button free but before she could yank them down the mischievous woman wrapped her legs around Emelie’s back and with a twist of her hips sent them both falling to the ground.
- Emelie landed flat on her back her desperation returned full force and she gasped in surprise as a noisy gush of urine hissed against her leather pants. “nnnnggg noooo” she groaned barely managing to stem the flow of pee. Aria on top straddling her hips with a smirk. The insides of her pants was slippery and hot, liquid slowly seeped out through the stitching but most of it was contained within her pants. Aria was quick having landed on top of her straddling her hips. Grabbing her wrists she help them above Emelie’s head pressing them into the ground leaning down to kiss her again. Deep down that nagging voice in her head was screaming at her that she needed to pee but it was overwhelmed by the tides of desire as their lips met again and again. Emelie could feel Aria’s knee forced between her thighs. She groaned loudly her eyes rolling back for a moment as she bucked her hips greedily. “That’s right murtaziq.” she cooed leaning over to whisper into her ear, nibbling on the lobe. “I want you to cum in your little leather pants.” she continued, her breath hot and wear against Em’s ear. She moaned and trembled grinding her hips against Aria’s knee. “Ohhhggnnn y...yesss” she mumbled barely able to say simple words.
- With the final switch Aria had cemented herself on top this time and Emelie was only more than happy to reap the rewards. Fortunately the office was sound proofed so Emelie’s screams of pleasure weren’t heard outside. Her face was contorted with pleasure, her mouth forming a little o shape every time she moaned. It didn’t take long for her entire body to tremble and shake as an intense climax rippled through her body. Before her climax had even begun she had lost control of her bladder. The noisy splattering hiss of a powerful stream of urine hitting the leather gusset of her pants was nearly inaudible beneath the cries of pleasure. Urine flooded her pants pooling around her ass inside the limited space of the tight leather pants before gushing out over the top of her waistband. Completely oblivious to what was happening Emelie was lost in blissful pleasure moaning and grunting as her stomach muscles convulsed. In a lull between the crescendos of her moans they both heard it. Neither woman registered what was actually happening at first. The woman was undoubtedly voiding her bowels straight into her pants. A warm mush noisily exploded into the seat of her pants, her poor thong buried in her own waste. She whimpered dimly aware of what was happening, a look of utter shock having replaced the rapturous expression she wore only moments before.
- Emelie’s mouth fell open, she twitched again and a wet burbly pfffbbbbrrllllt finished her evacuation. It was only then she realized the lake of pee she was laying in. Aria stumbled back pulling away from Emelie covering her mouth doing her best not to giggle at the predicament as gross as it was. “I… I...” Emelie stammered, her cheeks burning scarlet. She couldn’t bring herself to say it but it was plainly evident what had happened. The foul smell starting to surround her. All the words she had mocked Lynd or the girl from the morning came back to her. Emelie’s eyes watered with shame. The leather had little stretch to it and the soft mush had spread everywhere creating a faint bulge down each of her thighs. “Emelie Blackstar!” Aria scolded “You should have gone potty BEFORE we had sex.” Aria scolded her playfully. Still drunk she pulled herself to her feet, leaning one hand against Aria’s desk for support. She flinched at Aria’s words. Playful as they may have they wounded her pride. She’d thought herself so much better than the others, so much stronger but here she was… her pants filled with her own shit. She gagged at the sensation gingerly prodding the seat of her pants feeling the squishy layer beneath the leather. “I… I should go...” she mumbled quietly as drips of pee fell from the back of her leather jacket where she had been laying in her own puddle.
- “Em… it’s okay.” Aria said, raising an eyebrow. “N..no it’s not!” she shouted, wiping her eyes. Aria sighed unzipping her pants and with a wriggle of her hips she lowered her slacks revealing a thick disposable diaper like the ones Em had seen advertisements for. Not only was she wearing a diaper but with her pants around her knees Emelie could see that it was drenched! It hung wetly between her legs, the plastic straining to stay strapped around her hips, the girlish designs smudged and faded. “I told my staff I would wear them as an act of solidarity when I made them part of the female dress code.” she said. From the looks of it… she needed them too, beads of moisture had begun to accumulate on the leg guards threatening to leak if she wet the garment any further. “Just calm down… and we can get you cleaned up. It’s not the end of the world.” Aria said. Through her tears Emelie could see that despite her words even the seemingly unflappable Aria was blushing faintly, despite her even tone. |
The two stood their in relative silence, their erotic encounter having taken an unexpected turn. Emelie sniffled, trying to at least stop the tears running down her cheeks as she stood there in her loaded pants. A fetid puddle of Emelie's own making separated the two women. Aria waited, keeping her own sodden undergarments exposed for a while before tugging her pants back up. "It's not the end of the world Em... it was just an accident." Aria comforted her, stepping through the puddle in the middle of her office to make her way to Emelie's side. Emelie glowered at her miserably, wiping her watery eyes. "Don't patronize me... I shit my pants." she lamented. As if she was still in disbelief one hand gingerly probed her bulging rear. Her fingers were met with a squishy mass smushed across her backside. "I am not patronizing you!" Aria responded sharply, getting in her face. Aria, one of the few people who wouldn't put up with Emelie's attitude placed her hands on her hips. "I am attempting to comfort you because I can see how devastated you are!" she said. Emelie cringed, blushing furiously. She felt like a child being scolded by her mother... how could she not? "I could see it in your face when I showed you the incontinence garment I wore. You disapprove don't you?" Aria asked. Emelie stayed quiet looking down at her glistening leather pants. Aria sighed, that was a discussion for another time and not particularly productive at the moment. "Forget I said anything. Just take off your pants, I'll let you borrow some of my clothes. They'll be a little tight but I think you'll manage." Aria said graciously. -
Emelie swallowed hesitantly. This wasn't exactly how she had envisioned the night going. Her shoulders slumped and the leather clad woman let out a defeated sigh. "Fine..." she said. In a moment of vulnerability she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Aria resting her head against her shoulder. "I... just don't know what to do..." she whispered. After a brief pause Aria answered. "The only thing you can do, persevere." she said, stroking her flowing raven locks. "Now then..." Aria cleared her throat, lightly patting the back of Emelie's pants. "We need to get cleaned up. Trust me, you don't want a rash." Aria said, turning to humor in an attempt to deescalate the situation. "And if you laugh at me because I had diaper rash at age thirty I will shove you out of my office so fast your head will spin." Aria said, breaking their embrace. Her joke earned a faint smile from the forlorn woman. The door to the office clicked open and Aria's personal assistant entered. A shorter woman with messy bleached blonde bangs that fell into her eyes. She gave a respectful bow to each of them and carried with her a large leather satchel. Emelie pursed her lips, Aria seeing her like this was one thing but her assistant? Aria was already removing her shoes, slipping them off one foot at a time before kicking off her pants. Standing there wearing only the dark button down shirt matched incongruously with the sopping wet diaper adorned with colorful designs she glanced back at Emelie. "Come on aleaziz, lay down for Senya." Aria said.Emelie's frown deepened. She had nothing against her assistant but she wasn't about to let her wipe her bottom! She shook her head earning an exasperated sigh from Aria. "Fine, just let her tend to me and then I will change you myself." Aria said as she lay on the couch.(edited)
- Emelie watched in surreal disbelief. Aria had her personal assistant changing her diapers? She wasn't exactly surprised but... it just seemed so... she couldn't even put her finger on it but she didn't like it. Aria enjoyed the finer trappings of life and tended to model her own after the ultralux that operated in another class of wealth altogether. Having come from little and now operating a successful string of clubs Aria epitomized what it was to make your own success in SANAM city... and apparently that meant having a personal assistant to change your diaper for you. Despite her displeasure she couldn't turn her eyes away from the spectacle. Aria lay there like it was completely normal, likely surfing the net on her implants. Senya ripped open the tapes first and wordlessly tended to her duties. Emelie squirmed not daring to sit down in her disastrously messy state. Aria's assistant proved to be quite efficient, wiping down the woman's nether regions, removing the sodden garment and then placing a fresh diaper under her hips. Taping up the dry diaper with an audible crinkle. "Thank you, that will be all Senya." Aria said, dismissing her assistant. Her assistant hesitated for a moment glancing at Emelie as the source of the foul smell but quickly departed, leaving behind the leather satchel. Pulling her pants back up Emelie was acutely aware of the rustling sound coming from Aria's hips with every step. How had she not noticed it before. "You're... not going to make me wear one of those... things are you?" Emelie asked, still sporting a deep frown. Aria blinked looking confused for a moment. "Make you? No... I'm not going to make you do anything... even if you probably should. Is it really that bad? It is just a piece of equipment like any other." Aria said, rolling her eyes at Emelie's refusal to accept what was becoming a reality. "It is!" she protested. -
Aria held her hands up as she approached. "Come, take down your pants for me." she said. Never in ten thousand years had Emelie pictured this. She started with her hip holster, unclipping it slowly setting it on Aria's desk with a thud. Shutting her eyes trembling fingers fumbled with the button that cinched her leather pants around her waist. The button popped open but she held her pants in place. "Are... you sure?" she asked. Aria nodded "Yes, now hurry up before I change my mind." she said. Emelie winced and slowly peeled her pants down. She gagged at the smell of her own effluence, suddenly made much worse as she removed her tight fitting leathers. Emelie dared not look at the utter disaster she had made of her pants. "Alsama' min fawq. Ma hadhih alfawdaa." Aria mumbled in her ancestral tongue. The autotranslated speech through her implant made Emelie blush. It was counter to how strong she viewed herself. how hard she had worked for everything but here, in this moment there was a part of Emelie that was glad to have Aria's tender touch to take care of her. Aria guided her out of her boots one foot at a time unphased by the smears of brown staining Em's pale skin and filling her pants. She could feel Aria's thumbs hook into the sides of her soiled thong and carefully slide it down her legs. One wipe at a time she could feel herself getting cleaner and cleaner. The cool refreshing sensation of each wipe brought her ever closer to a fragile sense of normalcy. -
Cleaning up was an arduous process but Aria made no protest and eventually the dirty deed was finished. "Here, panties. Lift your foot." Aria said. Emelie did as she was asked lifting one foot before the other feeling a snug pair of... wait... those weren't panties. "Aria! You said you wouldn't!" she exclaimed, looking down at the thinly padded pullup around her hips. "and I did not. This is not one of the thick garments I am wearing. I don't have any panties here and you're going to be wearing a skirt. Would you rather flash all of the city your womanhood?" she asked. Emelie grit her teeth and nodded. "Yes, I would." she said stubbornly. It was snug around her hips but not so tight that it constricted the blood flow to her thighs. Aria laughed "Don't be silly murtaziq." Aria teased, handing her a leather skirt. "This should match well enough." -
Emelie took the skirt with a grunt, inspecting her temporary "panties" the pastel pink and purple colors of the garment combined with the zebra print patter were more suitable for a child than a grown woman! Why couldn't they just be plain black! Even plain white would be preferable to these childish patterns. She worked the leather skirt up her legs until it was tightly around her hips; it only came down to her mid thigh. "Thank you Aria... I... should be going." she said, shaking her head feeling responsible for ruining the night. "You don't have to..." Aria began. "I do... work." she said. It was the truth, she had to go home at some point and take Lynd off Joshua's hands but truthfully she would have taken any excuse to flee. She could hardly bear how awkward it was to stand in front of Aria after letting her wipe her ass! What was she thinking letting Aria do that... "I'm sorry... thank you for the night. It was... fun..." Emelie forced herself to say pulling the woman into another embrace resting her head against Aria's. "Of course. Take my car home, it's waiting out front for you and try to keep your head up. You're not alone. " the nightclub owner said comfortingly as they shared a brief kiss of goodbye. "and Em don't forget..." Aria said as her guest opened the door. Aria smiled and held her large handgun still strapped in it's holster. "Thanks..." she said, forcing a weak smile before fleeing. -
Everything after that was a blur. Emelie stopped by the bar for another drink... not one of her better ideas and downed it as quickly as it was served before leaving the club via the main entrance on the ground floor. Too bad she didn't have use of that company aircar anymore. True to her word Aria's car was out front an exotic looking machine with many more angles and slats. Emelie found it all a bit vulgar but it certainly looked fast.The rear door opened and she clumsily fell into the seat tossing her gun on the seat next to her shutting her eyes just ready for the night to be over. The ride home was part drunken nap, part staring through the glass panorama at the neon colors of the city and part pessimistic introspective reflection; the normal drunken things one does.When she finally arrived at her apartment she was completely asleep snoring lightly, a trickle of drool running down her chin. Some twenty minutes later she awoke to find the car stopped, sitting outside her apartment complex. Emelie yawned and stretched her arms over her head before crawling out of the vehicle with her firearm inhand. She wasn't wasted but... she was decidedly still drunk. She had made it home and despite all she had drank hadn't pissed all over herself! After the day she'd had Emelie would take any toileting victory no matter how small.
- Emelie's apartment door opened automatically as she approached and groggily she stepped inside groaning when she was greeted not with the silence of an empty apartment but the noise of the tv going."Figured you'd be late, so I let us in." Joshua's voice rang out as she entered. "I knew I should have removed him from the lock." Emelie grumbled under her breath. "She kept complaining that everything in my apartment was too old or broken. I think she just got made because she couldn't slice any of it." Joshua said just loud enough for Lynd to hear. The younger girl twitched in irritation. "Just because you have OBSOLETE hardware doesn't mean I couldn't have! It just means I didn't want to bother!" she retorted haughtily. He laughed and shook his head. "It's pretty fun to push her buttons though. kinda like you." he said. Joshua sat on her couch, feet propped up on the coffee table wearing what he usually wore a nice enough button down long sleeve shirt underneath a lightly armored vest. His duster and his hat lay across the recliner. Lynd sat at the table multiple holographic screens projected midair as she worked on some project. Even if she was sober Emelie wouldn't have wanted to try to understand what she was programming.
- She swayed on her feet reaching out to support herself on the kitchen counter that overlooked the livingroom. "You uh... look like you had some fun tonight." he said with a coy grin. She laughed sardonically. "Yeah... fun." she said. It had been fun... at least up until her little pants incident. He raised his eyebrow picking himself up off the couch. "Well... she's your responsibility now." he said hesitantly as he grabbed his long coat and his hat. "If she tries anything I'll shoot her." she said, setting her gun down noisily just for emphasis. Joshua looked nonplussed at the statement. "I'd prefer you not." he said, watching her having second thoughts about leaving. She stepped forward stumbling, losing her balance. Fortunately Joshua was there to catch her lest she faceplant onto her livingroom floor. He could smell the alcohol on her breath laced with the faint smell of urine. "Careful..." he said shaking his head. She looked up at his coyly, pressed up against his chest she craned her lips up and began kissing his neck. One hand worked it's way to the front of his pants feeling for his manhood underneath. "C'mon let's fuck." she said drunkenly. Any redblooded man would be hard pressed to say no to that offer but close friends as they were... "Em... you're drunk." he said, struggling to stay compose as she fondled him through his pants feeling him get hard. "So? It’s not like we’ve never been drunk before" she said with a snort. "I want you, to fuck me so hard I forget about what happened forget about all this shit." she mumbled somewhat incoherently. From the corner of the room Lynd pretended to be nonchallant but she was watching wide eyed. "If something happened we can talk but... I'm not going to take advantage of you like this." he said, grabbing her by the shoulders. |
Clearly he wasn’t going for her drunken advance. She stared up into his hazel eyes longingly. “Fiiiine I just…. urk…” she said, her stomach twitching as she suddenly looked ill. She held her stomach with one hand a pained expression overcoming her. “I just…” she began again only to feel the acidic bile rise in her throat. ‘’Fuck, Em how much did you have to drink?” he said shaking his head as she puked on the floor of her apartment. Ever the gentleman he swallowed his disgust as flecks of vomit spattered his shoes and held her hair up while she emptied the contents of her stomach. “Uuuuuhg I….” she wretched again, spilling more liquid from her stomach. Emelie dry heaved once more thankful that the worst seemed to be over. From the other side of the room she could hear Lynd giggle. “It’s not funny!” she barked. “I’m going to… to go shower.” She said, feeling substantially better after puking. “Right… I’ll clean this up…” Joshua remarked unenthusiastically. “and if you need anything, I’ll be on the couch.” He called out as she made her way to her bedroom. What a way to end the night… Wiping the spittle and vomit from the corner of her mouth she groaned. Throwing up had given her a clearer head and she realized what an ass she had made of herself. Wisps of steam filled the bathroom from the shower as she undressed. Emelie tossed her clothes pullup and all into a messy pile in the corner of the bathroom before stepping under the steaming water. -
After the night she had the hot water felt divine. It washed away everything, made her feel like herself. She felt like she could just stand underneath the water for hours. By the time she emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam she had sobered up a great deal. Emelie rubbed her eyes, exhaustion setting in. She’d been in the shower for an hour maybe more! Trudging back to her bedroom she was ready to collapse in bed and pass out but when she got there… how could she have forgotten! Her sheets were still in the wash from the previous night’s bedwetting. Emelie groaned loudly again and stomped over to her dresser. Dressing herself in a pair of boyshorts and a loose-fitting shirt that exposed one shoulder she yanked out a spare sheet. Before departing she also snatched a pillow off her bed then marched back out into the livingroom. Mercifully Joshua had cleaned up the puddle of puke. He’d moved back to the couch, feet up on the coffee table hat over his face and his long coat used as a makeshift blanket; he didn’t stir. Lynd had migrated to the couch, sitting on her knees while she watched something on the tv. It sounded like one of the political pundits having a discussion with her guest about corporate overreach. Emelie was too tired to care. -
Wordlessly she walked in front of Lynd and flopped down onto the couch resting against Joshua snuggling under the sheet. He barely stirred, lifting his hat just enough to see what was going on was the extent of his movement. Emelie fell asleep almost instantly. The apartment grew dim, lights turning off slowly as her implants automatically regulated certain functions of the domicile. Morning brought a rather comedic scene. Joshua hadn’t moved from his spot still snoring lightly under his hat. Sometime during the night however Emelie had tossed the sheet to the floor and taken Joshua’s coat for her own. Lynd had ended up falling asleep against Emelie and tugging the jacket over herself for warmth not that it was particularly cold inside the apartment. Worse yet, between the two women the couch was soaked! With all the alcohol Em had consumed the previous night and her three day streak of wet sheets she should have expected to wake up in a tepid puddle. When her alarm went off, triggering a gradual increase in luminosity of her ocular implants she stirred. Her head ached, and everything felt wet and clammy. Joshua snored on one side of her and Lynd lay on the other having snuggled closer to the imposing woman during the night. Still half asleep she grimaced reaching underneath the jacket with her hand to confirm her suspicions… wet again. Emelie exhaled heavily, irritated by the inconvenience and shame of her night time accident. Joshua’s voice perked up, he too still sounded very much asleep. -
“Why’re you up so early…” he asked, barely able to stifle a yawn. “Because we can’t all just sleep in till noon” she retorted. “Well, that’s why you make the big bucks.” He joked. Emelie could hear him suddenly sniffing the air. “Why does it smell like piss… and did you take my jacket?” he wondered aloud. There was a hard whump as Emelie punched him in the arm. He hissed in pain. “You know how strong you are right?” Joshua griped. The raven haired operative just grit her teeth and pulled the jacket from Lynd’s clutches handing it back to its rightful owner. It was undeniable, underneath her and the younger woman were two large damp splotches on the couch. Her boyshorts clung wetly to her skin. He’d finally moved the hat off his face and seeing Emelie with a piss puddle under her was the last thing he expected. “Did… you?” he began, seemingly at a loss. “Not… another… word…” she said dangerously. Joshua wisely suppressed his laughter and held his hands up. “I’m going to shower… again” she said bitterly through gritted teeth. “Get her up and ready to shower when I’m done.” She told Joshua as she pulled herself up from the couch. Amazingly the younger woman still hadn’t woken up only murmuring quietly when Emelie pulled herself up from the couch. “Sure.” He said, helpfully. Wiping the sleep from her eyes as she trudged back to her bathroom she began to go through her messages from the team. It seemed the twins came through. As she peeled off her nightclothes she messaged them all about a debriefing first thing. Likely none of them were awake yet except for perhaps Fi but if she was she didn’t respond. Slowly bits and pieces of the night came back to her. It was all a bit fuzzy but she could remember most of what had happened unfortunately.
- As she showered she continued reviewing messages from her team that she hadn’t bothered checking last night. After her quick shower she was feeling refreshed and somewhat awake though her head still hurt. She gathered the pile of clothes from the corner where she’d left them the prior night. Fishing the disposable undergarment out of the leather skirt to dispose of her eyes widened when she felt how heavy it was. Emelie remembered what had happened now… she’d been so drunk in Aria’s car and having to pee she deliberately went. In her inebriated state it seemed to make sense out of spite. Deliberately wetting herself like that… her lip quivered into a sneer. With her dirty clothes disposed of in the hamper she retrieved one of her suits. A jet black selection would suffice today. Staring into her underwear drawer she was hesitant. Everything had seemed to fall apart so quickly; she felt like she was starting to lose her nerve. Emelie swallowed nervously as she made her selection, tugging the silken panty up her toned legs. Taking a deep breath she clenched her fist resolving to put yesterday’s mishaps behind her. Once again the picture of cold corporate security she rejoined the others in the livingroom. Joshua was drinking coffee the apartment had automatically prepared once Emelie had awoken. “Here, might help.” he said pushing a cup towards her. She grunted a thanks taking the hot caffeine infused liquid. Lynd’s voice sheepishly came to Emelie’s ears. “Sorry about your couch...” she muttered. “I uh… should have gone to the bathroom before I went to sleep.” she continued her apology. Emelie turned to look at her with a hint of confusion.
- It struck her that Lynd wasn’t aware that she’d pissed herself in her sleep as well… a small mercy. Joshua hadn’t ratted her out either. She mouthed a ‘thank you’ towards the man whom just nodded subtly at her. The shorter woman looked like she was bracing for another tongue lashing like Emelie had given her when she’d had an accident in her skirt yesterday. The raven haired woman however couldn’t bring herself to scold Lynd… that would be far too hypocritical of her. “Accidents… happen.” she forced herself to say. “Just shower, down the hall to the right.” Emelie told her, pointing towards her bathroom; she nodded, scurrying off. With Lynd showering Emelie took a seat and let out a heavy sigh. “This sucks...” she griped. Joshua looked on sympathetically. “Yeah… I don’t really know what to say.” he said with a frown. “I know… uhg I’m starving.” she continued to complain before pulling herself back up rummaging through her fridge for some leftover take out to sate her hunger. “I’m constantly hungry and… well yeah… pissing the bed now… so that’s great.” she said between mouthfuls of two day old noodles. “Could be worse...” Joshua said with a shrug. It was a very uncomfortable conversation between the two. “You’d think with all the big brains someone would have come up with a cure… or at least tell everyone why this is happening for sure! Even the stupid doctor wasn’t sure.” Emelie said. The conversation continued for some time in that vein. Joshua didn’t have much to offer in the way of advice but he was listening and that was all Em really wanted. -
Lynd emerged, a towel wrapped around her slender body. “Do you have any clothes? Or at least… bottoms? Mine are kind of soaked with pee.” she said, blushing furiously. “Uhhh, that will fit you? Maybe, let me check.” She tossed the empty container into the trash and went back to her room beckoning Lynd to join her. “Hmm.” Emelie rifled through her clothes for something that would fit the shorter less muscular woman. She snapped her fingers and pulled out Aria’s leather skirt. While it was a little small for her, it would fit Lynd much better. “here.” she said tossing it to the girl. “Painties are in that drawer.” she pointed out. Lynd caught the skirt before pulling open the drawer and picking out a simple cotton pair giggling at some of the more risque options. “I don’t think I can picture you wearing this.” Lynd teased dangling a skimpy gstring from one finger. To her Emelie was just a fearsome corporate agent. Emelie blushed faintly and hurled a pillow off her bed nailing her in the face. “Gah! Oof.” Lynd exclaimed, stumbling back. It may have just been a pillow but Emelie’s enhanced strength was nothing to scoff at. What more… the towel that had been wrapped around her body slid free and when she regained her balance she realized she was standing stark naked in front of Emelie. “Oops~” she said with a flirty tone. Beads of water still glistened on her body, Emelie couldn’t help but stare for a moment. The shorter woman had a chest that rivaled her own c cups. A pleasantly large handful each with small pink nipples. Between her legs was shaved smooth but almost more noticeable was the large intricate tattoo that covered most of her side and stomach. Exposed circuitry and machinery that almost looked too real. -
“Nice tattoo...” Emelie forced herself to turn away after a few seconds of staring and walk towards the door. The young woman was unmistakably very attractive. The pink highlights on the tips of her hair, her lithe body. A little shiver of lust tickled Emelie’s womanhood. “I’m assuming your top is still fine to wear.” she said standing in the doorway with her back to Lynd. “Yup.” she responded with another flirtatious giggle. Though Emelie had tried to play it cool Lynd had certainly seen her oogling her for those few seconds. “Good, we’re leaving as soon as you’re ready.” Emelie said. “Sure, can we get food? I’m sooo hungry!” she pestered. “I’ll think about it.” Emelie responded, straightening her suit. Once Lynd was all dressed they were ready Emelie told Joshua that he would be driving, since her car had been shot up afterall. He just took it in stride as he did most things and shrugged. “Fine...” he lowered his voice and smirked at Emelie. “But don’t piss in it.” he teased. Wham! She punched the same arm she’d punched earlier and glared at him. He winced and rubbed what would surely be a bruise. “I deserved that… come on ladies. Next stop PrivSec.” he said leading them out of Emelie’s apartment. -
The two women followed him out Lynd yawning loudly. “It’s so early… the sun isn’t even up yet! Who gets up this early?” she griped. “Yeah… I have a strict no waking up before noon policy.” Joshua chuckled, earning a similar giggle from Lynd. “Some of us actually like to get our work done… legitimate work.” she said, giving Lynd a stern look. “So… what is it exactly I’m going to be doing there?” she asked, since she’d been more or less been conscripted since it seemed favorable to a prison term. “You’ll be tested. PrivSec is always looking for talented slicers. If you pass you might be offered a position.” Emelie explained. She went into further detail as the trio made their way to Joshua’s car. “Shotgun!” Lynd cried out as they approached the garish red sports coupe. “No.” Emelie said sharply and pointed to the backseat. “No fun...” Lynd countered as she climbed over seat and into the back. Emelie just laughed and shook her head. Compared to her car Joshua’s car was much less refined. Obviously the two had much different priorities when it came to transportation. The car started with a deafening bark that echoed through the car park setting off more than one alarm. “I forgot how unpleasantly loud this monstrosity was.” Emelie said with a condescending tone. “Oh you love it and you know it.” Joshua teased playfully. “No… I really don’t. It’s noisy, rough unpleasant.” she criticized. “Well I’m sorry it’s not up to your standards princess but here.” he said, flipping a toggle switch on the dash. The raucous burble of the exhausted quieted to a dull roar. “better?” he asked. “Much...” -
They pulled out of the parking structure and back into the early morning traffic. Emelie watched the city pass by as Joshua drove, clenching the arm rest on more than one occasion as she was pushed back into her seat by the sheer acceleration. She would never tell him but she did enjoy on occasion… sometimes… rarely… the sheer sensation of speed. Lynd cleared her throat and spoke up. “Um… could we make a stop. I want to get some protection. After the past few days I don’t really want to chance it.” she said. Emelie cringed at the words. It was probably a good idea… for her too even but she still had her reservations. She wasn’t ready yet but… and what would PrivSec say about a diapered applicant? Would they even care… |
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Emelie drummed her fingers against the arm rest. “You’re a grown woman Lynd.” She reprimanded her. The slender female sunk into the back seat, folding her arms across her chest. The pink hue on her cheeks matched the dyed tips of her hair. Joshua turned giving Emelie a sidelong look. “That’s very mature of you Lynd.” He said undermining Em’s cross remarks. Her fist tightened once again and she considered punching him but decided against it. “Fine, we’ll stop but no dawdling. I don’t like getting to the office late.” Emelie said. “Em… late for you is only five minutes early.” Joshua teased with a good natured chuckle. “I’m going to hit you again.” She threatened. Lynd simply giggled at the two friends bickering and went back to playing on the net through her implants. After a few minutes Joshua pulled into a parking lot. A wide array of cars in various states of disarray filled the lot. “Alright ladies, have fun shopping.” He said with a yawn, already reclining his seat back. Emelie rolled her eyes giving him a nonplussed look before stepping out of the car. Lynd clamored out of the car after the taller more authoritarian woman before setting off towards the drug store. Emelie kept pace, not letting her out of her site lest this be some sort of ruse to escape. -
Large neon words were scrawled on the wall of the shop. ’New incontinence wear in stock now!’ Pictures of various garments including the one Emelie had worn the previous night were plastered around the wording. “I don’t know how you’re okay with this” Emelie said, reluctantly making conversation as the doors wooshed open in front of them. “Well… I mean… I don’t really have a choice…” Lynd said sounding embarrassed. “Of course you have a choice!” Emelie countered, letting Lynd take the lead through the dingy store. It wasn’t hard to find what they needed and it seemed they were the only ones getting ‘supplies’. Two other women perhaps with the idea of getting incontinence wear for themselves without a crowd around to see were also in the same aisle. Emelie’s heels clicked against the hard flooring. “You could train yourself, be more diligent. Relying on… diapers is only going to make the problem worse.” Emelie continued. One of the women overheard and shuffled off holding a large package in her hands blushing furiously. “I’m just being… oh what’s that word… um… pragmatic!” Lynd said as she stopped in front of a section with packages of pullon style garments. A red blush tinged Emelie’s cheeks as she spotted the same pair Aria had given her to wear after her little accident. “and you wore one. Probably wearing one right now.” Lynd said fearlessly as she stood on her tiptoes looking through the various brands and styles. The younger woman’s words turned her blood to ice. The faint blush intensified, burning brightly on her cheeks. “That’s right, I saw the soaked one in your bathroom last night.” She said nonchalantly.
- Emelie fumed, getting called out by this twerp was not how she pictured starting her morning. She lowered her voice “I’ll have you know I am -not- wearing a diaper right now.” She hissed defensively. “and that was just a fluke… I was -wasted- and a friend insisted I wear that.” Emelie continued, vaguely. “Hold this for a second.” Lynd said handing her a package of garments, ignoring her protests. Emelie scowled, holding the package for her as she continued to search. Lynd was just pushing her buttons, she needed to take a moment and calm down. Taking a deep breath she shut her eyes, it wasn’t worth arguing about. For whatever reason, Lynd didn’t seem as intimidated by her as she had yesterday. “Mommy look, that woman needs diapers like you!” a young boy’s voice exclaimed. He couldn’t have been older than five, tugging on his young mother’s pants pointing to Emelie. Em balked, her jaw hanging open staring at the package in hand. It certainly looked bad. “Quiet!” the mother scolded her son before mouthing a hasty ‘Sorry’ towards Emelie. “Nope… I can’t do this” Emelie said, thrusting the package of garments back on the shelf. At least they had only been a pullup style garment and nothing like that almost comically large Huggies Colossus the mother was holding. “Meet me outside, you have five minutes.” Emelie said before departing the aisle utterly mortified by the child’s lack of tact.
- She fumed, storming out of the store. Standing outside the large sliding door she waited cursing and grumbling under her breath. Lynd on the other hand blinked a few times in surprise as Emelie turned on her heel and stomped away. She was surprised the testy woman didn’t start hurling packages of diapers off the shelf. Emelie fumed, waiting outside for Lynd. Emelie was accustomed to being respected, feared not being embarrassed like that. She groaned rubbing the bridge of her nose in irritation realizing she had just left her asset alone and she was still very much a flight risk. “Fuck…” she darted back into the store moving quickly past the mother who was ushering her young son out with her. Back in the aisle they had been Lynd was nowhere to be seen. Em’s heart sunk, she resisted the instinctive urge to draw her sidearm from underneath her jacket; having enough tact to know it wouldn’t be beneficial to run around the small drug store waving her piece around. Had she really just been so stupid to let Lynd walk because of her pride? Emelie scolded herself internally as she combed through the store checking aisle by aisle. This wasn’t looking good. “Where is she where is she…” she muttered quietly before reaching the last row. Her vision changed, looking for bodyheat she glanced around the shop examining the dizzying array of blues and orange shades when a door opened nearby. Her vision flipped back to normal as she saw the smaller frame of the younger woman emerge. Lynd adjusted her skirt carrying the opened package under one arm.
- Walking straight towards Lynd Emelie breathed a sigh of relief. “Come on, let’s get going.” She told her. “Okay okay, sheesh. I just needed a minute to put one on!” she exclaimed. With her enhanced hearing Emelie could hear the quiet rustle of the pullup beneath Lynd’s skirt. “Um… you can have these back.” The blond said, pulling out a wadded-up ball of cloth. Em awkwardly took the balled-up panties from her… at least she hadn’t wet this pair. With their business at the store concluded the pair made their way back to the car, a snoozing Joshua still in the driver’s seat. “Alright, let’s go.” She said as they both climbed back in. “Yes Ma’am.” Joshua said sharply, putting his seat back up. He yawned again rubbing the sleep from his eyes before taking them back out into the morning sprawl. Lynd sat sheepishly in the backseat, the package she had acquired sitting next to her. Emelie kept stealing glances in the rearview mirror at the package. It was obviously marketed towards mature young women like her and Lynd. Words like active, comfortable and discrete adorned the package but the design seemed anything but mature. Joshua’s voice snapped Emelie out of her distraction. “You look tense… you alright?” he asked. She shook her head. “No… not really.” She admitted with a frown, drumming her fingers along the door sill. “But I’ll be alright.” She continued. “Oh… hold that thought.” Joshua said, suddenly downshifting. The car lurched forward pinning her back in her seat. Lynd let out a surprised yelp from the rear and Emelie clenched the armrest with white knuckles. “Sorry, didn’t want to miss that light.” Joshua chuckled as the exhaust popped and crackled as unburnt fuel ignited in the exhaust sending little fireballs out the exhaust as they decelerated.
- The unamused look Emelie gave him only made him chuckle more. “It’s just a lot to deal with. I feel like I’ve said this thirty times in the past few days but it feels like the whole city’s gone mad.” She said shaking her head. “and it seems like I’m the only one who notices or cares. I mean… diapers Joshua… and not just diapers but it looks like they just took a child’s diaper and enlarged it!” she said with a scathing tone. He sighed “I know… it’s weird but if that’s your hangup I mean I’m sure there’s something manufactured that doesn’t have all the pictures but I know that’s beside the point.” He said in agreement. “and it’s not like I can’t feel when I need to go… I just need to be more… diligent.” She said, pronouncing her resolve. “Yeah, we’ll start with making little Emelie a potty chart.” He teased earning him another hard punch in the arm. “Joshua I swear to god.” Emelie hissed. He groaned in pain “Yeah… I deserved that.” He admitted. Lynd piped up from the back “Well… I know it sounds silly but I’ve uh… been doing it. Tracking my progress since I started having trouble. There’s definitely been a downward trend…” Lynd said matter of factly. Emelie pursed her lips in though. “I guess it’s not a terrible idea but… a potty chart, I’m twenty-nine I’m not calling it a ‘potty chart’… even if that’s what it is.” She said earning a laugh from the car.
- The three conversed idly as they continued on their way to the PrivSec building. Talking about the problems they were facing, what the doctor had told Emelie yesterday about what was potentially causing the incontinence epidemic and more. When they arrived just like the previous day Emelie was pressing her thighs together; fortunately the urge wasn’t quite as strong. The two women departed waving as Joshua left them. Lynd looked straight up craning her head back. “Wooooow, it’s bigger than I thought. Ya’know I tried to slice in one time and uh… it didn’t go well.” She said with a laugh. “Learned my lesson on that one.” Lynd joked. Emelie smirked at her. “Well, now you have a chance to join us… if you’re up to it.” The raven haired woman challenged her. Lynd nodded, her eyes changing color, glowing brilliantly. “Now come on, I’ll check you into recruitment and then you’ll be on your own. We’re early despite your little detour. Make sure you stay close. You do not want to get tagged as an intruder here…” She said leading her into the building. Lynd gulped nervously and walked closely, clutching her satchel under her arm where she’d stowed a few changes of padded underwear just in case. Back in the labyrinthine halls of the PrivSec building Emelie lead her captive recruit towards recruitment. Each step was getting more difficult though. She could feel the contents of her bladder sloshing around. “Picked this one up off a CBA. Pretty good slicer.” She told the recruitment officer, the two of them sitting across from a stern-faced woman. Lynd stayed quiet, watching the two exchange words. “Fill out these forms and I’ll have her tested.” She said, seemingly disinterested with the prospect.
- Emelie nodded at her grabbing a pen from the woman’s desk leafing through the papers signing where applicable. “Your in her custody now. Behave or I’ll kick your ass. I’ll pick you up later” Emelie said with a threatening stare. Lynd held her hands up and shrunk into her chair nodding. “Very well, thank you Ms. Blackstar as soon as this young woman reviews the paperwork we’ll get started.” The professional woman stated. As soon as she was dismissed Emelie darted from the room taking a moment to pinch her thighs together gritting her teeth. This wouldn’t be a repeat of day’s prior! How odd… the map of the recruitment floor had the bathrooms highlighted? They hadn’t ever been highlighted before… Either way she was grateful and made her way to the nearest one. She moaned with relief sitting on the toilet, pants around her ankles. The sensation of emptying her bladder was fantastic, almost pleasurable. Sitting on the toilet as her stream of urine splashed in the water below she checked her mail through her implant. Personnel reports, quarterly figures, department statics… nothing particularly of note until! Two messages caught her eye. Her yearly implant allowance was due. Once a year a field agent had the option of receiving a new implant from the catalog. “Hmmmm.” She mused aloud, so many choices. She’d have to really look over what she wanted. She was rather picky with her implants, preferring not to have anything that would alter her body to much like some of her team. The second piece of mail to catch her eye was like Hagar had promised. Marked as important she opened it. Her eye twitched with irritation at the header inside the message body. “Female incontinence mitigation” she read aloud.
- ‘As a progressive company we at PrivSec strive to accommodate and accept all our employees. We do not wish to discriminate towards any particular subset of group. This being said we are a professional organization and our agents represent our brand. Due to the sudden onset of incontinence in 99.7% of female employees we are adding a temporary measure into the female dress code. For the specifics you may refer to your employee handbooks. Absorbent incontinence wear is now mandatory for female operatives in the field and on company property. Garments have been vetted based on absorption, discreteness, mobility. The level of protection has been assigned based on your preliminary checkups performed as of yesterday. Reevaluation of continence levels will be available and encouraged. Incontinence wear will be provided free of charge to our female employees and can be retrieved from requisitions. Thanks to a partnership with Kimberly Clark, Proctor & Gamble and Poise we will have the most advanced garments on the market! We apologize for any inconveniences this might cause and want to thank each and every one of our dedicated employees for their service. Together we will move through this epidemic and come out stronger for it. Our medical staff is working tirelessly along with PharmaTek in an effort to understand the nature of the epidemic. We value the health of all our employees and when an update does arise you will be the first to know. Thank you, HR’
- She couldn’t believe what she had just read… she had to read it again. Her mouth hung open as she sat on the toilet. No matter how they tried to dress it up with innocuous language… it was diapers, fucking diapers! Emelie shrieked in irritation and slammed her fist against the wall angrily. The tile buckled and cracked under her strength leaving a fist sized indentation. There was more… an attachment labeled continence_eval E. Blackstar was included. Opening it her heart sank even lower. It was the doctor’s notes from yesterday and the review was less than glowing. It didn’t make any sense though… the woman had told her what an exemplary job she’d done… better than most of the women but when she looked at her grade… a D? “A D!?” she shouted angrily, standing up off the toilet pants and panties still around her ankles. The competitive side of her was more incensed that the rational hatred of everything she had just read. “Required equipment… Huggies Colossus?” she said. Her jaw fell open. That was the massive package she’d seen the women in the store purchasing. No... this had to be a mistake. She was seething with anger. There was no way she was going to wear one of those monstrosities… a pad maybe but one of those bulky garments? Perusing the notes as she yanked up her pants she narrowed her eyes. That little wretch of a doctor changed her notes, made Emelie seem worse than she was… she must not have appreciated getting roughed up by Emelie at the end of her exam. “Fucking shit fuck!” she hissed angrily mulling over her options, running a hand through her lengthy onyx locks. |
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and yes, you are are very much correct. She's not the only one!
Emelie grit her teeth shaking out her hand; it felt a little tender from where she’d smashed the wall. There was no way she would ever stoop to that level dress code or not! She washed her hands scowling at the mirror. Someone was going to get an earful for this. The door to the private bathroom slammed behind her as she finished her business. A deep breath helped center her. She adjusted her suit and shut her eyes for a moment. Visiting the doctor right now wasn’t a good idea maybe it wasn’t a good idea period. There was still time to figure this out. They hadn’t said it wasn’t effective immediately. Maybe she could talk to Hagar about it, he’d generally taken her side and went to bat for her in the past how would she bring it up… True they were professionals but even the thought made her blush asking him to vouch for her ability not to wet her pants to keep her out of diapers… She shook her head and began her march towards the tech labs. A nervous flitter flickered in her stomach. It was one of her closest guarded secrets something she’d shared with no one save for the hiring agents who had vetted her before joining PrivSec. The root of her aversion towards implant and augment technology. Emelie chewed on her bottom lip as she walked thinking about the past with a heavy sigh.
- Though time had dulled the memory thinking about the events that had occurred still opened old wounds. It was what drove her to pursue her line of work. First with the city police force then moving up to corporate security. She never wanted to feel as helpless as she had on that day and now some stupid epidemic made her feel like everything was spiraling out of her control! She ruminated on the attack, how she’d lost her parents to a teched out monster. The man had so many implants and hacked together pieces of tech she wouldn’t even have called him human anymore. Emelie never wanted to look like that, be that… The thought made her shudder provoking a slightly existential musing on the ship of theseus. That man, with those industrial augments protruding from his body and a face that looked more machine than man. How could someone like that have the gall to even call themselves human? Emelie gave another shudder at the thought, clenching her fist tightly as she walked. The “people” who ended up that augged out, addicted to tech; she’d encountered a few and every one had been less than sane. She’d enjoyed terminating them with extreme prejudice. Fortunately few people went that far. While some level of cybernetic augmentation was basically ubiquitous that level was still seen as a level of social deviancy. Emelie preoccupied her thoughts on her walk to the tech lab with her memories. A bit of a commotion roused her from her near meditative state. “Get out! Get out of my lab!” the voice shouted. “it’s company po...” he said before a female voice cut him off. “I don’t give a fuck what it is. It wasn’t my fault! If you had gone faster like I asked!” she spat angrily. There was a metallic crash… it sounded like something had been thrown. “Get out before I call security!” the voice Emelie recognized as the doctor whom had done her implants previously.
- Curious as to what was going on she poked her head around the corner into the lab and saw the doctor standing behind his desk. He half looked like he was taking cover there... A foul smell made her wrinkle her nose and the source of the noise… and of the smell was evident. A pale skinned woman stood across from his desk holding what looked like another surgical tool. She was poised to throw it before Emelie hurried in putting herself between the two. “Hold on hold on.” she said, looking between the two holding her hands out. The woman scoffed blowing her silvery hair out of her face. Emelie paled slightly, recognizing the woman with the asymetrical haircut. Her neatly trimmed silver hair fell back into her face covering one of her eyes making her look more dangerous than her sodden trousers would indicate. That tight fitting grey uniform… soiled and wet as it was was still the uniform of a Wraith. She wasn’t just a normal operative or even a fire team leader like Emelie. Emelie’s eyes drifted down towards the woman’s groin where a large wet splotch discolored her thighs. Judging from the pervasive smell of filth in the room well… Emelie didn’t want to think of it. “Agent, eyes up here!” she snapped, her voice seething with irritation having caught Emelie staring at her skintight pants. Emelie sheepishly blushed and cleared her throat. “Just break it up, both of you.” she said.
- The Wraith laughed a derisive contemptuous laugh. “Since when do you have the rank to tell a Wraith what to do?” she spat. “This pig...” she sneered. “He kept me under for far longer than I told him to!” she glared. He held his hands up and spoke defensively. “I had to! It was an extremely delicate install. These things take time! I’m not a miracle worker!” the doctor exclaimed. “It’s not my fault that you couldn’t hold it and you weren’t wearing your diapers!” he said rather insensitively. Emelie cringed at the D word he just so casually used. The silver haired woman screeched with rage jabbing her finger towards him. “You’re part of the problem!” she raged. Finally! Someone with a lick of sense who seemed incensed by this whole ordeal. It seemed this woman wasn’t going to take this change lying down. Emelie opened her mouth to speak, to agree with her, to voice her support but the irritated woman seemed to be on a war path. “Anyone would have lost control if they’d been kept under for that many hours!” she said angrily. The doctor just shook his head. “You’re just jealous! That I’M a Wraith. That I command respect and I get to make a difference. It makes you feel emasculated and THIS is the only way you can get your childish little revenge!” she said with a snarl. “That’s not true at all!” he protested.
- “and YOU… you’re the worst of all! Another woman who just goes along with it!” she accused Emelie. Of all the things… she was accusing Emelie of just… going along with it? “Wait… no that’s not true!” Emelie protested but the woman with her short silvery hair had already turned. “Better hope I don’t run into you again Blackstar.” she said, already leaving. What had just happened? Emelie of all people had been accused of just going along with it? She stared at the lithe woman as she walked away. The seat of her uniform was dripping wet and worse… the flattened discolored bulge. It looked like she’d been sitting in it… from what she’d said she must have lost control and filled her suit sometime during the surgery and ended up sitting in it until she had awoke. The stain had already seemed through the lighter grey color making her accident painfully obvious. “Ms. Blackstar I’m uh… sorry you had to see that.” he said, coming out from behind his desk. “Faeryth was a bit… distressed about her loss of control.” he said. Emelie was still somewhat flummoxed by the Wraith’s accusations. “Oh… well… I mean can you blame her? It’s humiliating...” she said with a frown. “and you could stand to be a little more delicate about the whole matter...” she said with her hands on her hips. “I suppose...” he said with a shrug walking towards the surgical bed with a rag.
- “You skipped your last appointment. I know the yearly upgrade offer is voluntary but you’re still short of some of the recommended implants for a field operative.” he said as he began soaking up the puddle. “I know I know… I don’t need a lecture Doctor. I was busy.” she said dismissively. “It’s just my job to look advise you agents, always thinking you’re invincible.” he said with a sigh. “Have a seat on the other bed… this one needs to be sterilized.” he said, shaking his head. “So, any thoughts on what you want this time?” he said idly as he began getting things ready. “Filters? Subdermal armoring? Or the big step and get a powersleeve for some of those high power items or maybe a just a battery adapter?” he asked. Emelie chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Doctor Halford. Let me take a look at the catalog first and then we’ll talk.” she said as she lowered herself into the surprisingly comfortable chair. The whole seat reclined silently bringing her to a more relaxed position popping up a menu in front of her with various choices. She flicked her hand scrolling through the menus making a few faces of disgust at some of the more involved and garish looking implants. So far she’d gotten by just fine with what she had but there were a few tempting choices. |
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Emelie read through the list again perusing some of the more garish options. “Taser hands?” she said with a chuckle, envisioning something much more outrageous than what it actually was. Voltage was stored in carbon nanotube super capacitors and delivered through two small metal pins implanted in each palm. Tempted by the thought after reading into it a little more she closed the catalog having made her decision. “The Calculated threat defense module Doc.” she said firmly. He raised his eyebrow sitting in a chair next to the surgery bed. “The CTD has been popular lately with field agents. I think it’s a bit overrated myself.” he commented with a grunt. “I do need to lecture you though for not meeting the recommended field op implant list.” he said wheeling a large cart of equipment up. “You’re still missing your biofilters, subdermal armoring… not to mention the minimal power systems your internal network is running on. You know this will max out your implants. Anything more is going to require a new power source.” he lectured. -
She rolled her eyes. “Look, you already know I don’t want to look like so augged out freak! Subdermal armoring isn’t happening! And those biofilters suck, I still want to be able to enjoy alcohol!” she said defensively. He sighed holding his hands up. “They’re always making advances. The latest generation of flexsteel can be manufactured extremely thin and the fiber mesh webbing weave has been smoothed to the point you can barely even tell!” he explained. Still, the stubborn woman folded her arms across her chest and shook her head. “Maybe next time doc.” she said dismissively. The doctor sighed again shaking his head. “It’s your choice but don’t blame me if it comes up in your yearly review.” he said opening a panel on the cart. “Pulling out two syringes he held them both up. “Four or Five?” he asked. She glanced over at him slightly confused by the question. “Which Serum do you want?” he asked again, clarifying his question. “Due to the rumors circulating we are offering what remaining new stock we have of Serum4 to our female operatives. Even though Serum5 is superior in every aspect.” he said matter-of-factually. -
“So you don’t believe that Serum5 is the reason why a Wraithjust shit her pants on your operating table.?” she said with a scowl directed at him. “That is outside of my area of expertise Ms. Blackstar so I should refrain from commenting in a professional manner but personally… no, not really. The timing is coincidental I will admit but correlation is not causation Emelie.” the doctor spoke in a professional manner. “I have read the briefing provided by PharmaTek and I am skeptical. I find a far more plausible explanation is that Serum5 is being used as a scapegoat for a large unsolved as of yet epidemic to keep the populace from panicking.” he continued in a deadpan tone. Emelie didn’t look particularly pleased by what he had to say but she held her tongue. “I’ll still take the four if it’s all the same...” she said with a grunt. “That is your choice. I’ll need you to come back in before the week ends for another shot to make sure your body doesn’t reject the new module. Fortunately you already have the prerequisite modifications needed for the CTD implant. Though… you’re already an above average marksman so I think it’s a bit of a waste but anyway.” he trailed off flicking the tip of a syringe with his finger depressing the plunger to ensure no air was trapped. “This might sting a little.” he told her as he gave her arm a gentle swab of alcohol and plunged the needle into her vein. “You’re lucky, this is just a quick slice and dice.” he said, pulling a small pen-like contraption from the cart. “Those inertial compensators would be a three or four hour install we’d have to schedule for later. This shouldn’t take longer than half an hour.” Doctor Halford explained before pausing awkwardly. “You did… use the restroom before this yes?” he asked trying to remain professional about the matter.
- The question irked the proud woman but she begrudgingly nodded. “I’m not your daughter. I know when I need to use the restroom!” she snapped at him. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I just don’t want to have to disinfect another surgery bed. As you so crudely put it I just had the ‘pleasure’ of watching a Wraith shit her pants while being operated on so forgive my precaution in asking… go ahead and lay on your stomach.” he said, quickly attempting to steer the conversation away from female undergarments and what seemed to be happening to them lately lest he end up with more surgical tech thrown across the room. Rolling over onto her stomach Emelie settled in shutting her eyes. The dreamy high of serum four always seemed to leave her light headed. She remembered how impressed she had been with Serum 5 and how after the high faded she seemed as sharp as ever. A little groggyness was a small price to pay in the struggle to keep her panties dry! Every so often the woman responded with a grunt or a “sure” or a “that’s nice” as the doctor talked through her operation. “Taking your network offline now.” he would say or “Making the incision to access the Apollyon core module”. It was interesting but she wasn’t really in a state of mind to concentrate on what he was doing. It seemed like she was just walking in but twenty seven minutes later he was finishing up. “Let me just seal up the cut.” The doctor said. Emelie could feel the faint tingling warmth as her skin was fused back together where he’d made the incision. “And just like that, better than new.” he said with a friendly smile as he wheeled away from where Emelie lay.
- Through her ocular implant she could see a loading bar appear on her hud with the words CTD module v1.1: booting. Tugging her shirt back down as she threw her legs over the side of the table she yawned. “Nnng, I forgot how much four really puts me out of it.” she said with a yawn, rubbing her eyes. “Yeah… it had that effect on some people.” he said with a shrug. “Next time consider the five.” he chided her returning to his desk. “You’re clear, didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. You know the drill, come back for another shot before the end of the week to make sure it’s not rejected, read and accept the eula when it finishes booting, it’ll also need some calibration… oh and because we used four you’ll probably need more follow up injections but we’ll see. Good luck out there Blackstar.” he said, kicking his feet up on the desk. “Thanks doc, I’ll be alright.” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand as she finished tucking her shirt back in. Leaving the techlab she was surprised to run into the same Wraith that had exploded at her earlier albeit wearing a clean uniform now. “Afraid that wall is going to fall down if you stop holding it up?” Emelie teased at the woman who seemed to be waiting for her. Her silvery hair still fell over one side of her face. “Blackstar...” she began, her arms folded across her chest ignoring Emilie’s teasing.
- “I owe you an apology for earlier.” she said through gritted teeth shifting her weight onto her other foot. Obviously this wasn’t easy for her. Em could empathize with that. Emelie opened her mouth to speak but the Wraith held her finger up. “Just don’t, this is hard enough as it is but I did some digging into your records and I was wrong about you. You’re a good agent, you get shit done and you’re not just giving them a pass and anyone who doesn’t put up with these new ‘rules’ is alright by me. We’re adult women… not toddlers.” she said with a twitch of irritation in her lips that quickly turned into a frown. They both blushed faintly at her words but Emelie nodded resolutely. “Anyway, there’s a group of us. We’re taking this into our own hands. There’s more they’re not telling us and it’s bullshit. We’re going to find the truth to whatever the fuck is going on. It’s all black channel, strictly burned pages. If your interested, we’ll meet tonight. You’ll hear from me Blackstar.” she said taking a few steps backwards. “Don’t make me regret apologizing to you.” the spooky woman said before vanishing just as quickly as Emelie had run into her. A Wraith wanted her to join her little operation! She beamed with pride even if it was a covert operation to figure out why they all kept pottying in their pants... Finally her perseverance was paying off. A clandestine job though… that could be risky. That could potentially put her job in jeopardy, but… a Wraith was leading. It couldn’t hurt just checking it out? Arriving back at her office she found her team waiting for her. The four saluted at her as she entered walking to her desk and taking a seat.
- “So, good news then I take it?” she said reading their expressions. The four nodded in unison. Fi cleared her throat and stood up from her seat around the conference table. “Yes, thanks to the Keen observation of Dianna and Drake we were able to glean just about everything we needed to learn about one Mr. James Tresthic.” the redhead began. An image of the man in question appeared from the holoprojector on the table synced up with her impants. “The other name was a fake. It turns out this isn’t the first time he’s pulled this sort of scam. This is his biggest target though. Seems his luck has run out now. Address, description, employment history… if you can call gang activity gainful employment.” Fiona said with a snide chuckle. Emelie reviewed the information they had gathered while she was having fun overnight. “I pulled stills from the clubs security cams showing him and the princess.” Taarna said. “We’ve got this guy by the balls.” she said with a wide grin. “Well… as long as the higher-ups play ball.” Fiona finished the tech experts sentence. “Are you absolutely sure you can trust Joshua on this one boss?” the redhead asked. Emelie nodded with a look that said the matter was settled. “Good, thorough.” she said, flipping through the information. “This should be more than enough to convince DR that he’s not worth keeping and when they decide that we’ll scoop up our girl and have her back at HQ in time for dinner.” she said clapping her hands together, pleased with the work that they’d done. Fiona nodded as Taarna spoke up. “I set up a meeting with a DR executive today at noon which should give us plenty of time to get to their block and get our girl.” Taarna continued.
- “That’s settled then.” Emelie spoke authoritatively, checking the time in her implant. “We’ll leave shortly, give us plenty of time in case something comes up.” she said. No sooner than she had finished Dianna spoke up loudly. “What is this shit about a new dress code!” she said angrily. Emelie should have expected that is where the conversation was going to go. It still wasn’t a pleasant matter but it was the obvious elephant in the room especially that of the squad Drake was, despite his somewhat effeminate looks the only male which… often made things… difficult. Emelie squirmed uncomfortably as Fiona frowned at Dianna’s outburst. “It...” Fiona began blushing brightly. “Might be for the best… They’re trying to uphold a professional standard. It’s a reasonable course of action given the…. Circumstances.” she said. It was clear the redhead was doing her best to follow orders even when she seemed to be torn about the very nature of what she was being told to do. “Reasonable my ass” Dianna snorted. “They said we have to learn how to change diapers in case a field change is required… how messed up is that. I don’t want to change my sister’s diapers.” Drake interjected, suddenly earning the ire of the other four women. Dianna twitched with embarrassment and smacked him in the back of the head. “Oh shut the hell up! You’re not changing my diapers, I’m not wearing them.” she said, blowing an uncooperative strand of freshly dyed green hair from her face. “If you’re so keen on changing diapers why don’t YOU wear one!” the female twin barked back at him.
- “That’s enough!” Emelie interrupted, standing up from her desk. Left unchecked the twins were liable to start fighting and tear her office apart. She stared at her subordinates harshly all eyes locked back on her. |
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“It’s ridiculous. You’re trained soldiers. I won’t have my squad being treated like toddlers!” Emelie began with an irritated tone. It was clear the change in dress code bothered her as much or more than it did Dianna. The four remained silent as Emelie continued. “I don’t want any of you following this new ‘dress code’ until I talk to whoever wrote this absurd addendum…” she said harshly. “Am I clear?” Emelie questioned. Drake shrugged, knowing it in no way affected him. Dianna saluted emphatically. “Yes Ma’am.” Taarna and Fiona looked a little more hesitant; Fiona knowing that such changes would have come from far above Emelie. Still…to disobey her direct superior... Taarna simply nodded, offering a curt salute. Fiona finally relented after an awkward silence, falling in line with her other squadmates. “Yes ma’am...” Fiona said begrudgingly even as she could feel a faint dampness between her thighs. She couldn’t keep silent though… “But Emelie...” she said with a frown. “It’s a medical condition… it’s not that they’re trying to treat us like… toddlers.” she said, blushing as the words escaped her lips. “It’s just accepting another piece of… equipment.” she protested. Emelie’s sharp gaze fell on Fiona. The angry, raven-haired woman loomed over her. “That’s enough Fiona.” she said. “But...” Fiona tried again before Emelie slammed her fist on the table. “I said that’s enough!” she snapped. There was a nearly inaudible pssst from the redhead as a spurt of urine dampened her panties, seeping through her pants and leaving a small wet splotch. She wasn’t the only one; Dianna straightened up in surprise, Emelie’s outburst rousing her from distractedly surfing the net on her implants. A warm gush dampened her seat as the urine trickled into her panties, rolling down the gusset. ~~
“You’re all dismissed. Get your gear from requisitions and be ready. We shouldn’t need it, but…best to make a show of force to let them know we’re not fucking around.” Emelie said, waving her hand dismissively. She felt a pang of guilt watching Fiona slowly stand, having been harshly rebuked. “Fi, could you stay behind for a minute?” she asked, letting the other’s file out. Fiona bit her lip, expecting another tongue lashing from her leader. However…she was pleasantly surprised when instead she was met with an apology. As soon as the door shut behind Dianna and Drake, who had already begun squabbling, Emelie sighed. “I’m sorry Fiona, I was unnecessarily harsh with you during the meeting. I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately.” She brushed her hair from her face with one hand as she reached into her desk drawer to pull out a bottle of her favorite Victory gin. Offering it to Fiona, who politely refused, she took a drink straight from the bottle. “I feel like everything I’ve worked for, fought for… it’s all just going up in smoke around me… around you… around all of us, and it’s driving me nuts.” Emelie said, stashing the bottle back in the drawer. “I’ve been losing my temper lately, getting provoked by the smallest things. I can’t fucking stop pissing my sheets!” she hissed in irritation. “I’m a grown woman! I just… I...” she sighed again, slumping back in her chair and staring up at the ceiling. “How will any of them take me seriously if I have piss running down my legs, or worse, those humiliatingly childish garments around my hips.” she said with disdain. ~~
“Well, from the research I’ve done, the only way for manufacturers to meet the sudden demand for such products was to scale up their infant lines, in a manner of speaking. It may be embarrassing, but… it’s not because they want to… humiliate us.” Fiona explained rationally. “Think about it… how many women live in Sanam city? All of them suddenly needing some degree of protection?” the redhead said, making sure to use the less embarrassing euphemism. Emelie pursed her lips thinking it over. “I suppose that does make sense...” she admitted. “Furthermore, plain designs are coming… I’ve even seen that they have black ones available… but those are always out of stock.” Fiona said with a frown; clearly those were the ones she desired. Emelie perked up at the thought. Black ones...perhaps those wouldn’t look so obvious… wouldn’t be so embarrassing. The thought of wearing them still turned her stomach, but those didn’t sound as bad… The two sat in pensive silence for a few moments longer, Emelie thinking about what she’d said, and Fiona hoping she had somewhat swayed her boss. “It’ll be alright, Emelie...” Fiona spoke. Her words didn’t carry the confidence she’d hoped. Emelie just frowned and nodded. “I suppose it might be…we’ll see.” she said, thinking about the little fact-finding group the Wraith had invited her to. If she could get some answers, then just maybe… “That’ll be all for now Fi, I’ll see you after you get outfitted.” Emelie said, dismissing her subordinate. ~~
Finally, she was left with a moment’s peace in her empty office. Leaning back in her chair Emelie sighed and turned to look out the large glass window, losing herself in her thoughts. After contemplating what she and Fiona had spoken about she approached one of walls. A large panel slid open and retracted into the wall as her light combat outfit was presented. The large glass window dimmed, turning opaque and giving her privacy to change. Slowly she undressed down to her underclothes, meticulously hanging her suit up and leaving her side holster on a notch cut into the tray holding her outfit. Standard issue PrivSec light combat duty uniform. She ran her fingers over the leathery material of the suit. The fine synthetic fiber was cut resistant, inert to most caustic liquids, surprisingly flexible, and (fortunately for the wearer), breathable. A bra and panties weren’t exactly necessary underneath, but most people chose to wear them out of habit. She pulled the suit from it’s resting spot, the fabric parting for her tracing finger. The natural zipper was quite the design enhancement over the traditional metal. Stepping into the suit one foot at a time, she worked it up her long muscular legs. Pulling it past her hips, she finally got it up and over her shoulders, sliding her arms through each hole. The fabric had a faintly rigid quality to it, and once she was wearing it the open back slowly sealed itself again. It was ironic that an outfit designed for combat hugged her curves in such an erotic way. She fastened a belt around her waist, adding a few utility pouches to her hips. ~~
Looking at herself in the mirror she winked and pointed, dropping her thumb like it was the hammer on an old-time revolver. Amidst the leathery mass of black, gray, and white material she looked rather imposing. Following the suit came a pair of long matching boots with two light armor plates covering the shin and knee. Pulling on each boot one at a time she caught another glimpse of herself in the mirror. Bent over she admired her posterior for a moment before thinking in embarrassment about how obvious one of those damned diapers would look in the combat uniform. A pair of gloves followed the boots, with a segmented armored plate that ran along the back of her fingers to her knuckles. Emelie rocked her head back and forth considering her options. It was likely this was going to be an in-and-out operation but…on the off chance things did go south… “Better safe than sorry.” the agent thought aloud. Running her fingers along the various plates she paused on a large molded piece pulling it away from it’s magnetic mount and affixing the breastplate to her chest. It clicked into place, magnetically locking. A few more pieces of gear and she was ready: wrist-mounted holo projector synced to her implants, some spare magazines for her sidearm, company credit chips, and lastly, a high-powered laser cutter that attached to her forearm. ~~
Now it was back to requisitions. Having returned both rifles from the scouting mission the day prior in good shape, she was hoping for a pleasant interaction with Josephine. For once. As soon as she approached the quartermaster, the look on the brunette’s face told her that this hope was misplaced. “Blackstar...” she groaned. Emelie frowned; this was the one person she did her best not to antagonize, since without her approval she didn’t get the toys she wanted. “About those scout rifles you checked out yesterday...” she began. “What about them?” Emelie asked. “One of them looks like it was ground down by a belt sander.” she scolded, pressing the bridge of her glasses back up as they slid down her nose. “Err…well, on our way back to the office we were ambushed by some two-bit bangers, and it kind of got dragged against the freeway… but only for a second. Honestly, you should be happy Fiona kept hold of it!” Emelie said defensively. Josephine sighed, entirely too used to Emelie’s “tactics” for her liking. “Fine. I’m assuming you’re here for your protection requisition...?” she said, flicking through the records projected over her desk before cocking an eyebrow. “A D rating, hmm?” Emelie flushed and shook her head. “Th...that’s not what I’m here for and...damnit, I am not a D rating!” she shouted. “Would you please just take them? You think you’re the only one who doesn’t want to be wearing these?” She hoisted the large pack of Huggies Colossus onto the counter, shoving it towards the beleaguered agent. ~~
Emelie balked at the picture on the packaging. She’d just lectured her squad about not wearing them, and here she was getting...these foisted upon her. “I’m not taking them.” Emelie said angrily. “Well, unfortunately, taking them is a precondition for any other requisition authorizations.” she said, eyes closed in exasperation. The corner of Emelie’s mouth twitched with irritation, and after ten agonizing seconds she grabbed the package off the window. “Fine, but I’m not wearing these damn things.” she said. The quartermaster shrugged. “I just give them out.” “Anyway. You’re here to turn more of my equipment into a tax write off, I assume?” Emelie ignored the quip, blushing brightly; even holding the damn pack was humiliating enough. “Ascarii A-10 combat rifle with three extended magazines; API ammunition. I’ve been authorized for fast air support, so give me a drone too. We’re meeting with Division Ruin, there’s potential for hostile engagement; priority B” Emelie said quickly. “Done, drone 737 is yours for the day. Try not to shoot it down this time. She said, wheeling her chair away from the window. While Josephine was finding her the rifle she requested, Emelie was busy connecting to the drone. It was a standard PrivSec Sirocco-class, armed with a cache of 6 air to ground missiles and a 20mm Gatling cannon. “Electric Eye is online”, 737 intoned as the video uplink stabilized. “Hey. Earth to Blackstar. You still want this?” a familiar voice pulled her out of her sync. “Thanks.” she said, grabbing the rifle and testing the operation, yanking the charge handle back a few times making sure it cycled smoothly. Each spare magazine clipped to the armor plate covering her chest. “Oh… and if you wouldn’t mind. Explosives, two HE and two EMP. Please and thank you.” she said as she synced the weapon to her implants, ammunition and heat readouts dancing across her vision. ~~
Josephine sighed and grumbled something inaudible before stepping away again to retrieve the grenades Emelie requested. She returned almost immediately with four small metallic cylinders; two had a red strip around them and the remaining two had a blue strip. Grabbing the four explosive devices, Emelie attached them to her belt. “Try to bring them back in one piece, please…Oh, you can keep the diapers though.” she said, giggling to herself as Emelie practically ran back to her office. A small mercy no one saw her carrying the embarrassing parcel back to her office. With that indignity taken care of, a large armored SUV waited for them in the parking lot. The team had assembled, all wearing identical combat suits with accessories customized to meet their own particular needs. The twins both carried Noble M600 marksmen rifles; each with it's own built in spotting drone. Fiona carried the same weapon Emelie did, the Ascarii A-10 combat rifle, each fully integrated with their implant networks. Taarna was the odd one out, with only a personal defense weapon. As the team slicer, she operated more from a position of combat support. With everyone outfitted for the worst case scenario Emelie waved her finger in a circle and pointed at the truck. "Let's get going." The late morning traffic sprawled out before them and the drive to DR headquarters. An executive level gang like Division Ruin operated more like a business than the typical street level thugs. An idle thought drifted through Emelie’s mind: “At what point do they stop being a gang and start being a corporation?” ~~
Towers of concrete and steel lined the drive until they made their way out of downtown... well, one of the many 'downtowns'. It was mostly quiet, Drake made small talk with Taarna, ignoring the few jabs and teasing remarks from Dianna. Emelie napped on and off throughout the drive and Fiona reviewed details of the mission until her eyes grew heavy and she dozed off, her head leaning against the window. Emelie drifted off, an odd dream filling the void of time. A younger, late teenaged Emelie found herself walking towards the bathroom, squeezing her thighs together and pausing every few moments. She wasn't wearing any pants. One of those thick diapers was wrapped tightly around her hips instead. “Look at her, she's potty training so early." a soft feminine voice said. "I know. Only eighteen and already making it to the toilet...for the most part." Her father spoke with a faint ethereal quality to his voice. The faintly twisted take on everyday life seemed perfectly normal. Emelie whirled around to face her parents, huffing indignantly. "You guys don't have to watch me! I can go to the bathroom myself!" she said, before quickly turning back around. Both her parents chuckled "Dear, we're just excited not to have to change your diapers anymore." they teased with a good natured tone. "I can... I can do that myself too I... ohhh... fuck." she froze, groaning. Suddenly the urge had taken her by surprise and a faint warmth was pooling between her legs. "Nooooo" she moaned quietly, jammed a hand against her puffy crotch as a damp discoloration rapidly spread across the once pristine garment. "Well... maybe not quite yet. You'll get there Em." her father said encouragingly. The warmth, she could get lost in the warmth... the warmth... shit... ~~
Her eyes shot open and she pressed her thighs together, straining as hard as she could. What had been a full bladder evacuation in her dream was fortunately just a trickle dribbling into her underpants. Had she not woken up so soon it would have been a disaster! Emelie slumped back in the leather seat and rubbed her face with one hand, the other checking the crotch of her combat suit. Through her gloves she couldn't tell if it was wet, but... a small, barely noticeable discoloration was evident...No more sleeping on the job, she scolded herself; it was too risky. Fortunately, the three behind them were still chatting and Fiona was still asleep. Gently, Emelie shook Fi awake. It was nearly time. "Everyone, let's sync up." she barked. Each of the operatives nodded, giving her their attention. Each of their implant networks linked together, blanketing their vision with biometric readouts. "Good, you're all online. We should be approaching the DR building shortly. This should go off without a hitch, but... if things go south we have a drone in the air. Drake and Dianna, you'll cover our entry and exit. Fi, Taarna, and myself will go inside to discuss terms. Good vantage points available?" she asked, turning to look over the seat behind her. The twins both nodded in unison. "Yeah, we can watch the front of the building from the roof of a condo complex. It's about half the height of the DR building and right across the street. In fact, it's up here on the right." Drake said, leaning forward, pointing through the windshield. "We brought pulleys, so we'll scale the side and be in position in less than five," he said as the car came to a stop. The rear door opened and he stepped out along with his sister in tow. Emelie could hear the whir of a pair of cable hooks being fired up to the rooftop as the door shut. ~~
The lumbering SUV pulled forward driving further before turning into a large driveway and approaching the large building. It wasn't the size of the PrivSec building, but nonetheless it was impressive. At one point it probably belonged to some corp before DR either bought the building from them or just ran them out by force. Flashing her credentials at the gate the fence slowly opened, and into the maw of gang territory they went. Gangs and security corporations didn't have the best of relationships, but with a group like DR at least there was a modicum of mutual respect. The three disembarked, leaving the armored truck parked in front. "Boss, I've got eyes on you. I'm in position. Drake's just about there." Dianna said. Emelie nodded silently, feeling a bit safer knowing she was being watched by her team. With their implant link their positions would be super imposed on each other’s vision, even without direct line of sight. Just one of the many handy features available to the team. Drake pulled a shimmering blanket up over his back as he lay on his stomach on the other corner of the rooftop before pressing a button on the side of the rifle. A small drone detached from the scope, floating into the air above him. The shimmering blanket shifted colors matching the texture of the roof and blocking his heat signature. "We're snuggled in our blankets, tracking your position now.", Drakes voice came through their cochlear enhancements. ~~
"Welcome to Division Ruin ladies. The boss is expecting you." a tall muscular woman spoke up flanked on both sides by two heavily augmented men. All three of them wore suits not unlike what Emelie and her team would have worn if they were back in HQ. Though... one of the men with bulky cybernetic arms wore his suit without sleeves; his burnished steel appendages hissed quietly when he opened the door for the three of them. Emelie only wondered what sort of grisly accident had taken the man's arms. She couldn't imagine anyone would replace their natural arms by choice... There was no other way to put it, this woman was ripped. She was definitely augmented even if she only showed minimal signs of enhancement. "Try not to piss those three off Boss. They're packing some serious hardware." Drakes voice came in through the shared comms. "That's Bridgette, DR chief of security and her two personal enforcers." Dianna added. Emelie, Fi and Taarna entered the building. Taarna was hard at work as they entered, handling the sudden barrage of probes and wireless attacks testing their security. "Chief of security hmm...must be an exciting position." Emelie said, making small talk as the six entered an elevator. The short haired, rather butch woman smiled coyly. "Yeah, its got its fair share of excitement." she said with a chuckle. "Pinky and Perky here do a pretty good job of keeping things in check." The two men smirked. Emelie, Fi and Taarna weren't so easily intimidated. Or... at least that's what they thought. Taarna felt a small gush of warmth dampen the groin of her suit. "But compared to a PrivSec agent it's probably not that exciting." she said. "A surprising amount of paperwork." Emelie joked before a ding announced their destination. "Mr. Walker's floor." Bridgette announced as the door's opened for them. ~~
A hallway spread out in each direction, bare but for a pair of varnished doors, entwined with a script reading: R. Walker. Bridgette wasted no time outside the office. The pleasant if not slightly combative dialogue that had been shared between the two women vanished as she opened the door for them. "Mr. Walker will see you now," she said professionally. Inside the sprawling office were modern furnishings that incorporated surprisingly rustic elements, like what appeared to be real wood. At the far end of the cavernous space a large desk laden with holo-projectors took residence, and behind that a leather lounge chair. It was an obvious power move; Walker sitting with his back to the entrance as they approached. The trio slowly approached, Drake's voice piped up through their link. "We've got you approaching the west wall second to top floor." he said casually. Outside the twins lay in almost perfect stillness underneath their camouflage blankets, watching for any signs of anything unusual. The chair turned to face the agents, and an imposing, bespectacled man stood to meet them. Fake, of course, Emelie noted. Likely more tech in those glasses than in some of her subordinates. His dark hair belied his years; only a faint streak of grey any indication of his true age. A cigar smoldered freely between his lips. He took another puff before setting it down on his desk. Emelie’s jaw nearly dropped; a real cigar, Cuban, at that! Did he send an expedition to the bottom of the sea to find those?...Emelie wondered idly. He must have been every bit as rich as some of the PrivSec executives...maybe even richer. "You must be Ms. Blackstar,". He spoke with a voice like crystallized silver, faintly accented, with just a hint of gravel in his tone. Something about him... he was strangely attractive despite being at least fifteen years her senior. Emelie extended her hand to meet his own as they shook firmly. ~~(edited)
"This is Fiona, my second, and Taarna." Emelie said, gesturing to the two women who flanked her sides. He raised his eyebrow ever so slightly and cracked a warm smile. "The pleasure is all mine." he said with a cordial smile. Fiona blushed faintly. All the while Emelie was attempting to read his facial expression, with little success. Likely he'd been trained or had implants to keep his expression relatively neutral. "You are here to remove one of my own," he said as he moved back to his seat. Emelie nodded, stepping forward, setting a data chip on his desk for him to review. "I think the evidence speaks for itself." she said, folding her arms over her chest. Walker took the chip, eyeing it suspiciously. Inserting it into a recessed slot, he waited a moment before the chip was ejected and his suspicions seemed to ease. "Just a heuristic scan, one cannot be too careful." he noted. Emelie nodded in agreement. Inserting the chip into another slot he waved his hand over the holo-projector and a slew of files were projected into the air. Slowly, he lowered himself back into his chair, steepling his fingers. Occasionally he would flick his hand to move to another file. It took all of a minute for him to peruse what he wanted. The floating images faded and he turned his attention to Bridgette. "Bring him in." the chief nodded and put a finger to her ear. "Just a minute, sir." Bridgette said. Walker seemed content with what he had seen. "Where are my manners. May I get you a drink?" he asked, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid from an elegant crystal decanter on his desk. Emelie smiled demurely at him; it never hurt to befriend someone as powerful as Walker. ~~
"Please and thank you," the raven haired woman said with a smile. "Fiona? Taarna?" he asked, pouring a glass for Emelie. The redhead shook her head politely, uncomfortable with drinking on an assignment; Taarna simply responded with a courteous, "No thank you." He nodded, handing the glass to Emelie who gave it a cautious sip. Whiskey, single malt, and smooth... "I must thank you for bringing this to my attention before it spiraled out of control. Division Ruin is not in the business of common thuggery." he said, swirling his glass. “That kind of activity tends to draw...” He took a measured sip, contentment spreading across his face. "...Unwanted attention.” He cracked an unpleasant smile. The door opened. In came the two enforcers with the man responsible for the mess. He looked as though he was about to be sick. Walker set down his tumbler; oddly gingerly, Emelie noted. "Good to see you, James. Can I offer you a drink?" A raised eyebrow from Fiona as the shaking ganger looked up, perplexed. “No? Well, that’s alright.” He chuckled, standing back up and approaching the younger man. "Fuck..." James muttered under his breath. "Look, she's just some ultralux skank. I didn't hurt her, she doesn't even know about the ransom!" he blurted out in desperation. ~~
A pause. A hidden drawer in the desk slid open without a sound, and Walker languidly drew forth a long-barreled pistol. Emelie's implants came back with nothing about the firearm. "This fine piece," Walker began, “is an 1851 Colt Navy Revolver. A genuine slice of history.” Taarna bit her lip. The network activity in the room had completely died out. The team watched, a sinking feeling in their collective stomachs. "Boss, come on... it's not like that." James said, a quaver of fear in his voice. Emelie watched, transfixed. “It fires a .36 caliber lead ball weighing 80 grains at a velocity of 1,000 feet per second,” Walker continued. Fiona turned away, hearing the metallic click of a hammer being drawn. “With today’s firearms technology, you might not understand why I keep this old thing around,” he mused, leveling the muzzle directly at Jame’s head. "Fourth floor, office 27!" James nearly shouted, seeing how dire the situation really was. "But, when you get to be my age, well, you’ll learn to appreciate that kind of sentimentality," Walker pressed the barrel directly into James’ sweat-soaked forehead. A wave of nausea made Emelie’s vision swim. “You always were a disappointment of a son.” A single shot echoed in the room followed by the hollow thump of a body following to the ground. Taarna flinched, recoiling from the noise and clenching her fists as she felt a warmth starting to creep down her thigh. Emelie swallowed hard, barely keeping down the bile that had risen in her throat. Fiona had covered her mouth with her hands, turned firmly away from the grisly execution, and when Emelie glanced at their slicer she could see her inner thigh was damp with what could only be urine... ~~
"Bridgette, show Ms. Blackstar and her associates to the office in question, won’t you?” Walker drawled, placing the still-smoking revolver gently back into it’s drawer. “Oh, and thank you again, Emelie." he said, offering her an avuncular smile as he walked past. The agent in question stood stock still. For the first time in many years, Emelie Blackstar was truly terrified. "This way, please." Bridgette said, giving one last glance at the slumped body, snapping her fingers at one of her enforcers. The large man that still had his natural arms (or at least looked like he did), nodded with a grunt and moved towards the lifeless man. The meeting concluded with a stark suddenness and the trio was ushered out of the office by the security chief. It was a subdued ride down to the floor, the playful banter previously shared between the two women all but absent. A short walk towards the south end of the building brought them to office 27. Bridgette unlocked the door through her implant and pushed it open, revealing the sprawling office. Rumbling bass immediately rushed out as a woman Emelie recognized as the target danced on one of the tables. The security chief killed the music and glowered at the men and women watching the girl dance. A group of four, three men and one woman sat around the table watching, and another two gang members sat at two desks facing the wall typing away on keyboards. It seemed that James was only the ringleader... but who could say just how privy these people were to the plot. "Party's over." Bridgette growled, marching towards the desk. The woman looked confused by the whole ordeal. Emelie could see the group was glancing amongst themselves and the two working on the far side of the room had stopped and turned to look at the interlopers. An uneasy silence fell over the room and Emelie instinctively found herself reaching for the rifle slung around her shoulder. ~~
The facial expressions she was picking up only reinforced her gut feeling. Anger, fear confusion… everything came to a boil as Bridgette grabbed the woman’s wrist. The man to Bridgette’s right sprang to his feet, his eyes glowing ominously. A cybernetic hand grabbed a large handgun from a holster and jammed it into the woman’s back, his other arm wrapping around her neck. He yanked her around putting her between him and the PrivSec team. Bridgette’s eyes widened in surprise feeling the barrel of the gun jammed against her spine. She growled angrily as a glistening stream poured from beneath her skirt. The other gang members had all drawn weapons and levied them at the team. With a mishmash of handguns and submachine pistols being brandished at them the three agents and Bridgette’s enforcer clearly had the gangers outgunned, but the numbers were not in their favor. Not to mention Bridgette currently being held at gunpoint. "You don't understand how much this brat is worth!" The man with the cybernetic hand spat. Emelie narrowed her eyes. "I don't care" Emelie said icily. "I've got a job and you're standing in my way," she growled, tightening her grip on her rifle. Finally the noisy hiss of Bridgette wetting herself began to fade. Her leggings were glossy with wetness and the puddle left beneath her feet was impressively large. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet. The man wrinkled his nose glancing down realizing that he was standing in a puddle of urine. "Oh, fucking gross!" he exclaimed, lifting one of his boots out of the liquid. ~~
That was all the distraction the Chief of Security needed. She shoved her elbow back, pinning his wrist to his chest and shoving his gun out of the way. In a swift movement she jerked forward and with her free hand grabbed him by the collar, flipping him clean over her back before slamming him to the ground. He landed with an ignominious splash. The giant of a man lunged forward the moment Bridgette had reacted. His metallic muscles bulged and flexed as he barreled into the woman who had been standing next to the now dazed assailant. The enforcer's shoulder tackle sent the woman flying back, crashing into another desk. In a split second the tension erupted into pure unadulterated chaos. The ultralux girl collapsed into a ball on the desk covering her ears with her hands, burying her face against her knees. The loud bangs of gunfire echoed in the small room as the two gang members by the far window opened fire. Dianna's voice came through their implants. "Boss, we don't have eyes on that office." she said. At the same time she could hear Bridgette's snarling voice directed at the man who's neck she'd pinned under her knee. "Big fucking mistake." she growled before driving her fist against his face with a sickly crack of bone. The enforcer whom Bridgette had affectionately called “Perky” was bearing the brunt of the gunfire. His hardened augments and obvious subdermal armoring protected him from most of the rounds. Even so, he was driven back and forced to take cover behind the desk where Bridgette was kneeling. Emelie and Fi opened fire as well, taking shots during breaks in the fire. The armor-piercing rounds Emelie had requested made short work of the desks the gang members had been hiding behind. ~~
Of the six that had initially offered resistance, the woman who'd been thrown like a ragdoll against the desk was barely conscious. Upon impact she too had lost control and in her awkward inverted position with her legs dangling above her, urine soaked into her shirt. Soft wet mush oozed from the waistband of her combat trousers, globules of feces smearing against her back. The two other men who had been watching the woman dance met their end by way of the agent's rifles. There was a lull in gunfire, and an eerie silence fell in the office. With how quickly the odds had turned against them, the remaining two men held their weapons up in surrender. "Throw them to the ground and stand up slowly." Bridgette barked, standing up from behind the makeshift cover, holding the handgun she had taken from the man who dared attack her. With her back to the agents Emelie could see the seat of her skirt... she hadn't just wet herself. The telltale lumpy bulge made it quite obvious that her bowels had released as well. To push out such a firm log... Emelie shuddered in disgust and did her best to ignore it as Bridgette awkwardly tugged at the back of her skirt pinching the fabric between her fingers attempting to pull the soiled material away from her skin. "Okay... we're coming out. Just don't shoot." the man's voice called out. Emelie watched a figure slowly start to rise, her finger hovering over the trigger ready for the slightest movement. Next to him the second figured stayed put and instead a metallic cylinder was tossed in an arc towards them. The silhouette of the device focused in Emelie's ocular implant and instinctive she jerked her rifle towards it. With the Calculated Threat Defense implant she fired with pinpoint accuracy! ~~
The armor piercing incendiary round ripped through the metal casing rendering the device inert with a puff of smoke. The mangled grenade clattered to the floor just in front of the desk Emelie and Fi were behind, to the side of the two DR security personnel. Taarna smirked from behind another desk and suddenly in a jerky motion the woman awkwardly stood from behind cover with a look of horror on her face. "I got her." Taarna announced proudly. "Could have got her sooner." Emelie said sharply... had that went off in this confined space... she shuddered at the thought, realizing there was a wet warmth slowly trickling down her thigh. Em clamped down on the slow stream and mercifully managed to stop it. Hopefully the damage wasn't too bad... but it felt so hot... and wet... she squirmed, the slick sensation of her dampened combat suit rubbing against her thighs; a tingle of pleasure jolted through her. No! This was neither the time nor the place... she shook her head Bridgette stomped forward towards the man who had surrendered along with his hacked partner. A heavy fist to the side of his head sent him into an unconscious heap. The blond woman she grabbed by the neck and lifted off the ground shoving her against the window. "I wonder what sound your body’s gonna make, huh?" she growled, keeping a firm grip around the woman's throat. She coughed and gagged for breath staring into Bridgette's merciless eyes. Grabbing at the woman's hand in a vain attempt to free herself from the constricting grip she started to panic. A pale yellow stream ran down her thrashing legs, which brought a satisfied smirk to Bridgette's face. If they had made her do it... she was going to return the favor. ~~
When the woman finally lost consciousness Bridgette tossed her to the ground in a limp, soggy pile atop the other unconscious man. The enforcer had hoisted the groaning woman over his shoulder with a grimace of disgust at the smell coming from her pants. “All’s well that end’s well, eh Boss?” Drake’s voice crackled over the cochlear implant. “You sure are cocky for someone who didn’t do shi-” Emelie stopped, frozen in horror as she saw the grenade in the barely-conscious women’s hand. “Everybody get down!”
A pulse came from the device. Overhead lights exploded. The heavily augmented man collapsed to the ground, his mechanical arms twitching. Bridgette fell to one knee looking like she might vomit. She tried to stay upright but swayed from her kneeling position and fell backwards with a subdued squish as she sat in her own filth. The firm mess mushed into a contour around her bottom smoothing out the bulge and staining through her skirt. Bridgette's disgust would have brought tears to her eyes if she wasn't already preoccupied with her augments going haywire. For the three augmented agents the world seemed to shudder as the EMP shorted out even their most shielded implants. Taarna's world went dark while her ocular implants rebooted. Probably the most augmented of the three, she whimpered in pain as her implants overloaded and she collapsed against the desk in a daze. The bottom of her suit bulged out as she noisily soiled herself with a burbly wet crackling sound. The fabric could only stretch so much before flattening the mush against her backside as she filled her panties. Taarna groaned as her senses slowly started to return as her implants recovered from the sudden short. ~~
Emelie, lightly augmented as she was, wasn't nearly as effected as the large enforcer or Taarna, but it took its toll regardless. Her reinforced skeletal structure suddenly felt heavier. She felt sluggish, her vision blurring and her ears ringing. Worse yet... that warm sensation returned. It even brought a quiet moan of relief to her lips. For a moment she was taken with it; she hadn't even realized how badly she'd needed to go and the warmth was almost something to savor. The fluorescent lights above her popped loudly, showering her with flecks of glass, and the warm sensation intensified. She grunted and felt her stomach contract, her bottom dilating, and like the previous night a heavy warm mush humiliatingly filled the seat of her pants. Emelie was so overwhelmed by the sensation the woman who had triggered the EMP nearly managed to hobble past her before Emelie grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her feet out from under her, slamming her to the ground. "Y...you're not going anywhere." she choked out. After taking a moment to steady herself, Emelie breathed a sigh of relief. Her HUD flickered and twitched as her implants came back online. “Doesn’t seem like any permanent damage”.. A choppy, almost robotic voice came through the implant. "Co... m.m.m.mander... arrrrrrrrrre y...you okay?" Drake's voice came through, stuttering as the audio sync drivers loaded, smoothing out the transmission. "Fine... EMP," she grunted through the comm, running her fingers along the soaked bottom of her suit, feeling the fabric distended by her own waste. "Eeesh. You three went offline for a moment and we were worried" he responded. "We're coming out with the target. Meet us with the truck." Emelie groaned before puling herself to her feet. ~~
"Fi, grab the girl." Emelie said, rubbing her head as she stood up, still slightly wobbly. Fiona nodded, swaying on her feet for a moment before she walked towards the still crumpled up ultralux woman. Fiona hadn't escaped without incident either. Sometime during the whole ordeal her bladder had released, running down one leg. The discolored material ran all the way down into her boot. Emelie went to check on Taarna while Fiona hoisted the woman off the desk. She was shaken but unharmed, and, much to the redhead's chagrin... unsoiled. Somehow she hadn't even wet herself during the chaos. Taarna stood, letting out a quiet groan as she felt the sagging rear of her suit. "Not again..." she mumbled quietly. Bridgette had returned to her feet as well and the enforcer laughed as his arms twitched. He was gracious enough not to say anything about the smell as Bridgette walked past. "Ey boss, gonna go to tech get my arms all synced... I ain't doing that." he said holding his hands up as his metal fingers wiggled aimlessly. She dismissed him with a wave of her hand and continued doing her best to walk like there wasn't messy load in her panties. "We'll see if James had any other people working with him and do some house cleaning." she said, instantly regretting her choice of words given her soiled state. "Probably a good idea. If you need any help, let us know." Emelie offered. Both women blushed with embarrassment, having quite badly soiled themselves. She crouched, shuddering with disgust as the sodden fabric of her skirt tightened against her muscular bottom. It squished her mess even worse as she began to drag the ultralux woman by the arm. ~~
Now they just had to get her back to HQ which... as unpleasant a prospect as it sounded, required them all back in the truck for a long drive. "Your father is eagerly awaiting your return princess, let's go." Emelie said, grabbing her by the arm and pushing her forward, leading them out to the truck. The woman bit her lip, looking rather unhappy with the situation. "This isn't fair! I can do what I want, I'm a grown woman!" she started to shriek. Emelie rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I don't give a shit okay? Does that make sense to you? We're getting paid to bring you home. Do whatever you want after that." Emelie said, rolling her eyes. They were only a few floors up but stairs... were not an appetizing proposition for the agents in their dirtied, tight fitting combat suits. "He was using you, ransoming you to your father." Emelie said matter of-factly. "I don't care... I'll pay you double to leave me alone!" she shouted. A tempting offer, but Emelie just jerked her into the elevator. "Ohhh my god it smells..ugh, you shit yourselves... seriously?" she gagged for emphasis. Emelie and Taarna turned crimson, Fiona averted her gaze, thankful she had only peed. ~~
Emelie trembled with rage, barely able to restrain her temper. Still, bad idea, hitting an ultralux...she bit her tongue as the woman continued mouthing off. Finally they were outside, Drake and Dianna stood outside the SUV, waiting for them as ordered. Dianna was, like them, soaked, the front of her suit completely drenched as if she'd been laying in it. Emelie gave her a sharp look. The woman flushed, "You guys were taking a long time in there... I had to go." she said sheepishly. Upon seeing the truck, and the prospect of a ride home of unknown length, the ultralux girl finally made an offer worth listening to. "Oh my god no... please... I have an aircar. It's parked a block from here roofside. If I have to ride god knows how long cramped in that car smelling your shit I will literally die." she said. ~~ |
Thank you everyone. Continuing onwards with a shorter and somewhat risque segment.
The aircar’s engines purred quietly as it took her through the much less congested sky whilst her team suffered through a miserable car ride back to headquarters. All things considered the op had been a success. No casualties, minimal ammunition expended, and she didn’t even have to use the drone. It didn’t exactly feel like a rousing success though; not while her suit was filled with shit. Lowering herself as gingerly as possible into the seat of the aircar hadn’t been the most pleasant experience. Still, Emelie was glad to have the privacy of the aircar to herself while her team escorted the spoiled princess back to HQ. The faint vibrations of the engine pulsing through the cabin was an almost pleasurable sensation. As disgusting as it was to have her own filth mushed all over her bottom and the pissy wet fabric clinging to her legs, there was something… something that sent a tingle down her spine. She bit her lip as a dirty thought crossed her mind. Scratch that… it was downright filthy. It was so wrong, so dirty, but she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to rock her hips… maybe just a little. Part of her wanted to just wriggle around in the warm muddy feeling trapped inside her suit. “No, I shouldn’t.” she said quietly, feeling ashamed for even thinking such thoughts. ~~
“You’re a grown woman.” she scolded herself, drumming her fingers against the armrest. “...not a child.” she said. Those words were tough to say given her current predicament. A jolt of turbulence did what she decided she could not. The hydraulic suspension underneath the seat cushioned most of the shock, but it was still enough to cause a wet squelch. She could feel the effluence creeping up her lower back in the confines of her suit, and further down against her thighs. It felt… dare she admit it… good? She was mortified to the core, but even still she gingerly brought her hand between her thighs, hesitantly touching the front of her suit. Her fingertips felt electric and she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan. Was she really about to pleasure herself in her dirty suit… Maybe, just a little bit… she thought to herself. She felt like such a degenerate, her fingers gently grazing the front of her suit. She could feel the gentle squish of poo underneath the combat suit material. It had spread forward touching her womanhood. The feeling of revulsion turned her stomach. She felt like she might throw up, but still… she rocked her hips ever so slightly letting out a sharp gasp of pleasure. “Fuck...” she hissed, through gritted teeth. ~~
There was another sudden jolt in the cabin and the armrest dug painfully into her side. She continued her exploration, applying a bit more pressure against the sodden groin of her suit. The cabin shook again with another jolt and the armrest dug into her side even harder. “Emelie, you’re a bad girl...” she said, her voice husky. “Emelie~...” she whispered again shutting her eyes. “Emelie...”… “EMELIE!” Her eyes shot open as she felt the pain in her side. It wasn’t the armrest of the aircar, but Taarna’s elbow digging into her side. Taarna hissed her name to get her attention. A dream… she shook her head, awakened by a sudden jolt of adrenaline when she realized that she was still in the SUV with the rest of her team. She stared at the silver haired woman. Taarna gave her an odd look, lowering her voice. “You were...” she blushed. “Moaning in your sleep and uh, well… um, I just thought I should wake you up.” she said awkwardly. A crimson blush returned to Emelie’s cheeks. Not knowing how to react, her mind still foggy from the confusing dream state she just nodded, covering her face with both hands and rubbing her eyes. What on earth kind of dream was that… She pinched the wet fabric of her suit between her fingers, tugging it away from her thigh for a moment before letting it snap back in place. The girl had insisted she wouldn’t sit next to anyone who had shit themselves. That put Taarna and Emelie in the front. Drake volunteered to drive mostly because he wished to sit next to Taarna, which left Fi and Dianna sitting on either side of the still complaining ultralux girl. ~~
Emelie rubbed the bridge of her nose. All the windows were at least partially open, but the SUV still reeked of pissed and shit in pants. “It wasn’t what you think. Just forget about it.” she said in a whisper. Taarna just shrugged and squirmed in her seat making an unpleasant face. The mood in the car was tense, to say the least. Tense… and sticky… and disgusting. She checked their location through her implant, letting out a small groan when she saw how much farther they had to go. At least an hour, traffic permitting… Emelie was regretting not taking the aircar. Rubbing her temples, she shifted in her seat vainly trying to make her situation somewhat more comfortable. “If we had taken MY aircar we would have been there already!” she said, making an exaggerated gagging noise. “I swear, father sent children to come get me! I think you all forgot your diapers!” she grumbled loudly. “Oh, shut up!” Dianna spat back. “You’re lucky we even came and got your sorry ass!” she continued. The girl scoffed and rolled her eyes, but before she could speak up, Emelie cleared her throat. “Dianna. Enough. We’re almost there, I apologize for the… inconvenience, but had we taken your vehicle you’d… need to replace the upholstery… and it’s against company policy to use personal vehicles for exfiltrating a target.”she explained through gritted teeth.
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“Of course… I guess it’s better you don’t ruin all my seats!” she said with a loud indignant huff. It took everything in her power to resist going off on the woman. Mercifully, she was quiet for the remainder of the ride… or as quiet as a spoiled ultralux girl could be, stuck in a less than savory situation. Emelie did her best to tune out what was happening, idly drumming her fingers against the armrest. She’d never wanted to get to her office more than this moment. Seeing the PrivSec building come into view was pure relief. Only a few more minutes and she could change into a clean pair of pants. Just as good would be handing over this brat to her father and signing off on a successful grade B mission. That would certainly win some favor with her boss. The speed bump leading into the parking lot gave her one last unpleasant squish, eliciting a groan from Emelie as she felt the mush creep further up the back of her suit. Taarna had resorted to holding herself off the seat with her hands, a disgusted expression on her face. No sooner had the car stopped than Emelie was rushing out the door towards her office. “Drake, take the target to processing and handle the paperwork, the rest of you get cleaned up and take the rest of the day off.” she quickly blurted out, fleeing before anyone could question her order. ~~
It was an awkward run through the PrivSec lobby awkwardly tugging at the back of her suit. Mercifully, there wasn’t a line at the ID checkpoint and her biometrics flashed her through instantly. Early afternoon of a weekday meant the lower lobby was not as busy as it could have been, but still, people came and went… people that she had to run past, awkwardly trying to pretend she wasn’t running by covered in her own mess. The mad dash to her office was punctuated with more than a few dirty looks at the smell that quickly followed behind her. Muted comments about her not wearing protection reached her ears, but she said nothing, choosing instead to ignore them. Arriving in the elevator she jabbed the button for her floor so hard she nearly broke it. "Please close please close..." she whispered under her breath, repeatedly pressing the button. The door quickly slid shut allowing her a moment of respite from the humiliation of her current situation. Turning her head she finally got a good look at her suit in the polished walls of the lift. Her combat suit was a disaster... What had started as a lumpy bulge distending the fabric of her suit had flattened and squished against her throughout the car ride. While the darkened urine stain had began to dry and fade an obvious brown had begun to seep through the fabric. Emelie groaned at how obvious it was. That wasn't the only problem; her thighs itched like crazy... it felt like she was getting a rash. Almost there... almost there... ~~
The elevator doors slowly revealed her destination. Wasting no time, she tore out of the lift walking as quickly as possible towards her office. Thank the heavens the floor seemed empty and Hagar wasn't waiting to ambush her the moment she stepped out. Her office door in sight; no one on the floor had caught her! The locks clicked open as she approached, and she threw herself inside, slamming the door shut. Panting for breath, she could hear a conversation coming to a pause. The color drained from her face. Joshua was sitting in a chair, leaning back and talking to Lynd, who was sitting on her desk. He turned the chair to face her and welcome her back. "What the fuck are you two doing in my office!?" she blurted out. Pinching her thighs together, she held one hand in front of her groin in a hopeless attempt to hide her accident. Joshua wrinkled his nose as the smell hit him, Lynd fanning the air as she snickered at her misfortune. It had been just the previous day that she'd been caught in the same predicament. "Windows, open." Emelie barked. The panes of glass behind her desk cracked open with a quiet hum. "I passed the aptitude tests." Lynd beamed, seeming unperturbed by Emelie's irritation. "That's great, but does not answer my question." Emelie said through gritted teeth, forcing herself to remain somewhat cordial. "Oh... I came to pick up Lynd, and figured you might want a ride too since your car's probably not done yet." Joshua spoke up. He was trying to be discrete about it, but she could see him staring at the wet splotch she was trying to hide as she made her way towards the wall she normally stored her suit in. "You..." he opened his mouth before she turned and glared at him. "Not... a... word... I know what I did." she said, her voice shuddering with embarrassment. Lynd couldn't help herself and giggled again at her misfortune. ~~
The wall folded open, revealing the suit she had worn to the office before changing into her combat uniform. A horrifying realization began to set in. How was she going to clean up? She had clean clothes to change into, but nothing to clean herself with. Running her finger down her chest, the material of the suit split apart under her touch. She immediately regretted the decision as the smell worsened, coaxing a small gag from the woman. “Um… isn’t there a shower you can use?” Joshua asked. “Joshua…I realize that you’re tactless, but I am NOT getting my shit all over an office shower!” she hissed in irritation. “I just… we’ll have to figure something else out I...” she said with a frown, looking at Joshua for a better solution. “Think of something.” she snapped. “I’ll um… get you some paper towels… or something.” Joshua said awkwardly, standing up from the chair and making his way towards the door. Almost commenting on the large package of unopened diapers sitting next to the office’s door, he decided against it and quickly left. Emelie quietly whispered her thanks, looking longingly at her clean suit trousers. “What was that about being a grown woman and not needing those?” Lynd teased, reminding Emelie of how she had treated her in the morning for getting her own protection. Emelie bit her lip; it was tough to argue with her in the current condition she was in. “I’m sorry...” she spat, humbled in front of the younger woman. ~~
“Ahh, I’m just teasing you.” Lynd said, breaking out in giggles again. “Oh, and I’ve got good news! They assigned me to your team! I’m your new Watcher!” she beamed. Emelie groaned loudly in disbelief. “You cannot be serious.” she said. “Yup! I’ll be slicing for your operations. Since your team was operating without one for a while now, they offered me the spot and I said yes! Oooh, it’s so exciting! I never thought I’d be working for PrivSec!” she exclaimed, bouncing up and down with youthful exuberance. “I still have to go through orientation and some other junk but yeah, I’m totally psyched!” she beamed. “That’s great Lynd...” Emelie said, looking and sounding completely nonplussed. “I just want to change!” she griped. “I understand...” Lynd said, her voice filled with empathy as she hopped off Emelie’s desk. The door opened and Joshua came back in. A large water bottle in one hand and a huge handful of paper towels in the other. “I did what I could and… your boss wants to talk with you. I told him you were busy and he seemed to buy it but he seemed irritated about something. I don’t know, Hagar always seems like he’s got a stick up his ass. Anyway… come on Lynd… give her some privacy.” Joshua said, beckoning the younger girl out after him. “We’ll be outside Em.” Emelie nodded, cheeks flushed. The door hissed open and the two left. “Finally...” she whispered, letting herself be overwhelmed by everything. Em let out a heavy sigh and continued with the terrible task that awaited her. ~~
Some twenty minutes later Emelie emerged from her office wearing her clean suit, looking very much the proud woman she normally carried herself as. “Alright, let’s get going… I’m famished.” she said. Lynd nodded in agreement. “Yeah! Me too, let’s get some food on the way back.” she exclaimed. Joshua shrugged. “Sure, okay.” “Oh wait, I just have to take care of one thing before we head out.” Emelie said. |
Oh, thanks PW. Missed your comment.
Just a disclaimer there's a male scene. Gf used one of her points from identifying a reference and requested it.
"I'll meet you at the car, just have to take care of something real quick. Seeing that package of garments by her door reminded her. She had to just suck it up... visit the doctor, apologize, and hope that she adjusted her continence ranking. Surely it had just been out of spite... the doctor had even told her that she showed exemplary continence...Before she'd lost her temper at her, anyway. Joshua shrugged "Sure, doesn't bother me." he commented, beckoning Lynd to come along. The younger girl frowned for a moment. Nonchalantly she pressed her hand against the front of her skirt, checking her padded undergarment. "I'm...uh, thinking I'm gonna change before we go." she said with a hint of embarrassment shading her cheeks. "Suit yourself, I'll be outside." he said, shrugging and shaking his head as he walked off. Emelie had already disappeared into the labyrinthine hallways of the corporate structure. Looking up the location of the doctor's office through her implants, she quickened her pace. The sooner she spoke with the woman the sooner this nightmare would lessen. ~~(edited)
Fortunately, the doctor was in her office. Emelie hesitated, her hand hovering over the door; what if she said no? What if... she was stuck in those things... The door opened with a hiss before she had a chance to knock. The doctor immediately blanched upon seeing Emelie in the doorway. “W-wait, before you do anything rash, please let me explain!” Emelie sighed and stepped in. "I’m not here to cause trouble…" Her reassurance didn’t seem to assuage the mousy woman’s worries; through her facial recognition implant Emelie could see she was still very much intimidated by her presence. "I... wanted to apologize." she began. The doctor blinked in surprise. "I was out of line when I... lost my temper." Emelie began. Surprise... confusion... compassion... the doctor's expression instantly softened when she began her sincere apology. "It's just been difficult accepting..." she hesitated again. "No, you don't need to say it." the doctor said with a remorseful frown. "I shouldn't have done what I did... I wasn't lying when I said you tested in the top percentile of all the women I evaluated." Guilt plastered her face. Clearly, altering Emelie's continence grade had not been an easy thing for the doctor. "I'm sorry... I'll change it to what it should be, and I'll send a note to your quartermaster about the mistaken grade. You'll be able to requisition the appropriate garments moving forward." she said with a hint of a smile. Emelie smiled back; fortunately that had been much less painful than she anticipated! "I appreciate your candor, doctor." Emelie said after a few moments of awkward silence. She nodded emphatically. "We really shouldn't be at each others throats right now... not with this sort of thing hanging over us." she said with a frown. Emelie grunted in agreement, her stomach growling with hunger. ~~
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” the doctor said with a deep breath, happy to have resolved the situation amicably. “Nah, I’m fine.” Emelie replied, moving towards the door as the doctor dismissed her. “Well, if anything else comes up, please don’t hesitate. I know this is a stressful time, and we in the medical branch are doing all we can to help.” she offered before Emelie disappeared out the door. Finally, she could put this day behind her. Drake had scrambled after Taarna after turning the ultralux girl at the front desk. The slicer hid it well, but working so closely for so long had fostered a deep, almost tender relationship between the two. Though there was nothing official, the two might as well have been dating. By the time he’d caught up with her she was already in the locker room. Still wearing her suit, she was holding her head in her hands and sniffling. “Hey… hey, it’s okay.” he said quietly as he rushed to her side. The water from the showers echoed from the other room as he sat next to her, putting his arm around her shoulder. Taarna perked up somewhat, resting her head on his shoulder and wiping her eyes. “It… it’s not okay. I had an accident… in front of everyone… on a mission!” she said with a quiet sniffle. He sighed and kissed her on the top of the head. “Well, you saw the commander… she did it too, and the chief of DR security too… she had an accident” he said, trying to figure out some way to comfort her. “I guess… but still, I don’t think I’ve ever been more humiliated in my life.” she continued. “I know it’s not easy, but it’s not a big deal Taarna, you’re not the only one out there suffering from these... issues.” he said trying to put it diplomatically. ~~(edited)
She huffed “It is a big deal Drake! I’m sitting here with a load of shit in my suit like I’m a toddler.” she said, raising her voice at him. “And how would YOU know?” she said indignantly. He flinched; what she was saying had some truth to it. A terrible idea flickered through his head, and he stood, grabbing her by the hands and pulling her up with him. Taarna recoiled at the soggy, sticky noise her pants made when she stood. “What are you doing?” she asked him, starting to sound annoyed with his attempts at comforting her. “You just don’t get it...” she added. Drake shook his head and shushed her. Nothing happened. The two stood there looking at each other. Drake scrunched his face ever so slightly and balled his fists tightly. It took a moment for her to realize what he was doing. It struck her as she looked down and saw a small wet patch blossoming on the front of his suit. She covered her mouth and watched with morbid fascination. It was extremely difficult to go against years and years of potty training. “You… you’re...” she said, wide eyed. She couldn’t turn her eyes away as the glistening wet spot rapidly increased in size, quickly encompassing the whole front of his suit before trailing down his legs. He moaned softly with relief as hot urine flowed down his thighs. With his long hair, delicate features, and now sodden combat suit, he could have easily been mistaken for a woman. His bladder wasn’t the only release either. He let out a quiet grunt and gave one final push. A quiet crackle accompanied the hiss that was slowly losing its intensity. His eye twitched and after a moment he finally relaxed. “There, now you can’t say I don’t know what it’s like.” he teased. She wrinkled her nose as a new foul smell joined her own rank scent. “It… it’s not the same!” she said, punching him in the chest gently. “It’s not a big deal, see?” Drake said with a comforting smile as he spun around for her, showing off the noticeable bulge in the seat of his pants. ~~
Taarna went quiet and looked at her feet before throwing her arms around him, burying her face against his shoulder. He smiled and shook his head with a chuckle. “Come on, let’s get each other cleaned up.” Drake said, stroking her hair. “Noooo, I don’t want you to see me like this!” she said with a playful pout. “Too bad!” he said, picking her up with a squeal, carrying her towards the toilets. Joshua looked up as Emelie as she pulled open the door. “There you are, thought you got lost for a minute.” he teased. Em rolled her eyes “I had to go to the other side of the campus. I was only ten minutes.” she said indignantly. “Fifteen, and I was just teasing you… you know you make it too easy right?” the scruffy man said with a chuckle. “Whatever, shave your goatee, you look like bum.” she retorted. Lynd started giggling from the backseat. Joshua laughed and shook his head, his ragged brown hair flowing with the movement of his head. “You’ve really got to work on your comebacks, Em.” “Just go pick up some fast food. I’m famished.” she insisted. Lynd piped up from the backseat in agreement. “YES!” she exclaimed. “Normally I don’t condone eating in my car, but… I’ll let it slide this time.” he said as his car lurched into gear and sped from the parking lot. Joshua could scarcely believe just how much the two ended up ordering. His teasing words about fast food were ignored amidst the happy chomps as they devoured their meals. ~~
A message popped up on Emelie’s HUD, distracting her from the bounty of cheap, greasy food. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the sender… Aria. She hesitated, the feeling of shame from that night flooding back into her mind. Em took another bite before opening the message. ‘My little Murtaziq, we should talk. I want to see you again~ Aria’… straight to the point. Aria was always like that… She shut her eyes for a moment leaning back into the seat. It was fortunate she did… in a split second she suddenly felt the inertia of sudden acceleration shoving her back into the seat. The exhaust snapped and spit fire as the deafening roar overwhelmed the cabin. “This little fucker.” Joshua shouted as Lynd let out a surprised yelp, splashing soda into her face as she was thrown backwards. Emelie barely held onto her food and felt a dribble of warmth trickle from between her legs. “Joshua, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” she yelled. “DO YOU WANT ME TO PISS MY PANTS!?” she continued angrily. Most of the traffic just disappeared behind them, but one car was barely managing to hang on. “You’re a big girl” he spat back, gripping the wheel tightly as the car continued to hurtle forward. “This bastard has been fucking egging me on ever since we got on the freeway!” The roguish man swerved around a car going much slower than they were. Slowly he was managing to pull ahead, the whine of the other car’s exhaust paling in comparison to the snarling roar coming from Joshua’s red four wheeled monster. Emelie held on for dear life, gripping the handle above the window with one hand and clinging to the center arm rest with the other. “SLOW THIS FUCKING CAR DOWN OR SO HELP ME GOD!” she shouted. Lynd, having wiped the soda from her face, was now giggling maniacally as they sped down the freeway. ~~
The other car had all but faded into the rearview mirror. Joshua’s middle finger flew out the window, waggling at the distant car. “Fine, you big baby.” he said, sharply letting off the throttle. A chorus of crackles and pops burbled from the exhaust overrun. A fireball popped noisily, and just as they crested the corner’s apex an SCPD officer sitting on the side of the road came into view. “Oh… fuck me.” Joshua muttered… as the lights immediately illuminated and the sirens pierced the air. The sound of screeching tires was barely audible through the roar of the engine. “Are you… are you still going!? Pull the fuck over!” Emelie shouted at him angrily, still holding on for dear life. “Do you know how much a ticket would be at...” he paused to look down at the speedometer. “One hundred and fifty seven miles per hour...” he said. The color drained from Emelie’s face. She stammered for a moment. “WE’RE GOING ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SEVEN MILES PER HOUR?!” she exclaimed in surprise. Joshua laughed “Yeah, fast isn’t it? That new tune is really something.” he said casually as the speedometer crept higher and higher. “I’m not fucking joking Joshua! This isn’t funny!” she shouted before he swerved around another car, narrowly missing the other motorist. Had she not been holding on tightly she would have been thrown against the window when he swerved around another vehicle. His car gave a slight wiggle, threatening to break traction before settling down. Joshua flicked a toggle switch on the dash randomizing the license plate, as if it mattered. Not letting off the throttle they continued to surge forward faster and faster. ~~
“If I was still SCPD I would arrest you myself!” she barked at him. “Em, calm down. It’s fine.” Joshua said calmly. Momentarily he removed his hand from the wheel and squeezed hers. She slapped his hand away “Put your hand back on the fucking wheel… and just so you know, I’m kicking your ass later.” Emelie spat. “Fair enough.” he chimed back. The original interceptor that had spotted them faded far into distance behind them, but the sound of sirens was slowly growing louder. “Um… Joshua?” Lynd piped up from the rear seats, craning her head to look out the rear window. “Yes Lynd?” he asked, as if everything was perfectly normal. “They brought an air unit… just thought you should know.” the young woman said nonchalantly. Emelie folded her arms over her chest, relinquishing her deathgrip on the interior bits. She looked rather smug with the development. “Ready to give up?” she asked almost as if she was rooting for his capture. Joshua shook his head, shooting a fleeting smirk towards Emelie. “Lynd… you know how I said you shouldn’t slice anything for the wrong reasons anymore?” he said, having to raise his voice to be heard over the droning roar of the exhaust. She giggled and the swirling vortices of color in her irises began to pulsate faster as she got to work. “I already started~” she chimed in with a singsong voice. “Pull the vehicle over or we will be forced to use countermeasures.” the police aircar blared through a loudspeaker as it flew overhead, keeping pace with Joshua’s driving. “and set them down gently!” he felt the need to remind Lynd. Emelie rolled her eyes at the situation. Her eyes widened as she looked ahead and saw a car in each lane that would impede their path. “Oh no… no no no. Joshua… Joshua!” she exclaimed as he showed no sign of slowing down. At the last second he veered into the shoulder. The passenger side mirror smashed into the car, shattering into bits of plastic and glass in a fraction of a second. ~~
The sudden impact coaxed a surprised yelp from Lynd, who had been previously enjoying the wild ride. The pullup under her skirt warmed considerably as she dribbled from the surprise. Emelie flinched, feeling another jet of pee soak into the seat of her pants. She realized she’d started holding her breath after the sudden impact; finally she took another adrenaline fueled breath. “How’s that slice coming Lynd?” he asked. Outrunning an interceptor was one thing, but an aircar was another matter altogether. “It’s coming… it’d go faster if you stopped hitting things!” she exclaimed. “I only hit one thing!” Joshua said indignantly. “Children!” Emelie interjected. “Slow down Joshua.” Emelie said after scolding them both. “Em, we’re in too deep. I already told you I...” he began before she cut him off. “No you dolt. I need you to get off the freeway. In...” she paused, checking the map of the surrounding area in her implant. “Four exits… try to keep us in one piece until then.” she said sardonically. Joshua pursed his lips but nodded. Lynd was otherwise preoccupied with the aircar’s security, a look of concentration blanketing her face. “Stupid cops updated their dumb security protocols. I’ve done this a million times before!”Lynd griped as Joshua shifted gears again, the exhaust spouting another fireball. “You’re a big girl, you can adapt.” Joshua shouted from the front seat. The blond haired girl let out a huff, blowing her bangs from her face before letting out a surprised “kyaaaaah!” as he swerved around another car, narrowly missing it and nearly throwing Lynd into the other seat. ~~
Emelie hissed, breathing in heavily after the near miss. “and watch out for that one… and the exit!” Emelie shouted. “Handling it dear.” Joshua said, sharply jerking the car back the other way. “annnd hold on.” he said suddenly. The two girls barely had time to react before he stabbed the brakes. The car pitched forward as he quickly scrubbed off speed for the offramp. Emelie nearly hit the dash and Lynd was thrown forward against Joshua’s seat. The tires squealed and smoke billowed as they shot around the offramp. The aircar’s engines thrummed noisily overhead as it overtook them, unable to stop as sharply and turn as deftly as Joshua’s low slung car. Smoke billowed out from the rear tires as the tail slid out, pitching the whole car sideways. Emelie found herself holding her breath again, breathing once again when the car straightened itself out and they shot out of the exit. “Your chromashift paint still works right?” Emelie asked, giving Joshua a look. “Oh, yeah… I think so...” he said. The police overhead could be gaining back the ground they’d lost around the turn. “This is your LAST warning. Pull over or we will open fire.” a loudspeaker boomed from overhead. “Punch it you reckless fuck.” Emelie said with a smirk, pointing in front of them. “E block tunnel. Can’t follow us inside.” she noted. ~~
“I knew there was a reason we were friends.” Joshua quipped with a snicker as they made a mad dash towards the tunnel. “Get in the tunnel, shift the paint and turn around. Drive right back out past them.” she added. Joshua just nodded. Finally, Lynd piped up from the back. “Aha! I GOT IT! Take that!” she beamed with pride. Suddenly the noisy thrum of the aircar engines was slowly fading from earshot. “annnnd execute landing sequence. “Oh my gooooood that was such a chore. Trawling SCPD social media accounts to find a dispatcher to get the car ID that was chasing us, getting the roster list of who was piloting, stuffing passwords like crazy. You know, you two should really thank me.” she babbled on. Behind them they could see the aircar slowly descending. “See Em? Not a big deal.” Joshua said in a cocksure tone. Emelie was most assuredly not amused, even if he was only half serious. “Let’s TRY to remember that we are supposed to be law abiding citizens.” Emelie chastised them both. “You know the speeding laws are fucking archaic here.” he said, flipping another toggle switch on the dash. The metallic red of the car flickered for a moment before slowly darkening. “That is not the point!” she said punching him in the arm after he turned the car around to leave the tunnel the way they entered. He winced from the punch in the arm. “I should kick your ass for pulling crap like this!” Emelie continued. As they exited the tunnel two SCPD motorcycles blasted past in the opposite direction. The tension in the car lifted and Emelie punched Joshua in the arm again. “For good measure.” she said. Joshua groaned in pain. “Point taken.” he hissed. “Just stop fucking punching me!” he said to which she responded simply “Then stop being such a bastard.” ~~
The adrenaline from the situation faded as a renewed calm seemed to settle in the car, now that they were no longer being chased by the police. She shifted in her seat, the clammy wet truth of her soggy situation was staring her in the face. Her butt was wet… quite wet… She looked down glumly at her lap; fortunately nothing showed on the front of her pants. Regardless, she’d just changed and when she got home she was going to need a shower. Emelie could still feel a vague need to relieve her bladder, but it wasn’t pressing… not after releasing a large amount into her pants and the upholstery underneath her. Maybe it was finally time to relent… just for now… she couldn’t keep denying reality. What if her dwindling continence grew worse? These kinds of incidents could continue to get more severe. She stared out the window glumly at the thought of voluntarily wearing one of those brightly colored garments because she could barely keep herself dry anymore. She drifted back to Aria’s message, reading it once again. She wanted to write her back but she couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d done in the middle of Aria’s office. Emelie began composing a response, staring at the blinking cursor in her implant’s HUD. After a few minutes of nothing she dismissed the message; she’d write her back later. Now, she needed to look at options for… protection. That stupid euphemism. They called it something discrete and innocuous to spare her pride but then they made them in such girly colors and printed them with such childish designs. She browsed a few store fronts but all she saw… how could she bring herself to wear those. Emelie shook her head and shut her eyes; she could look later. ~~
A few minutes later she felt the car stopping. They had arrived home. “Well ladies, it’s been real. Oh, and Em, let me know when you can give me the money you promised.” he said. Emelie blinked and stared at him in confusion; it took her a moment to remember what he was talking about. “Oh, right… yeah, to cover your CBA. I’ll transfer the money tomorrow. Talent recruitment bonuses are usually paid out next day.” she said, opening the door. Lynd hopped out of the back seat after Emelie, waving to Joshua. “Byyyye!” she chirped. He just chuckled and waved back. Emelie turned to look at Lynd as Joshua pulled away. “Don’t you have your own place?” Em asked. Lynd chuckled nervously. “Well, yes and no… mostly no” she began. The younger blonde’s answer did not inspire much confidence in Emelie, who just looked at her with a nonplussed expression. “Fine, just follow me.” she said plainly. Lynd nodded, following after Emelie. She took care not to say anything about the wet splotch on the seat of her suit pants. “I, uhhh...sliced my way into a wealthy couples apartment. It was up for sale and no one was living there. It was way overpriced anyway. Really, I was doing them a favor looking after it.” she said with a giggle. “Uh huh.” the agent responded; clearly she wasn’t buying it. “But now that I’m working at PrivSec I’ll find a new place closer!” “See that you do. My hospitality only goes so far.” she said with a grunt, opening the door for them both. “I’m going to shower and take a nap. Do whatever… just don’t mess with my stuff.” Emelie said with a dismissive wave of her hand. She thought about asking Lynd for one of the pullups she had purchased this morning, but in the end decided against it. At home she should be fine. ~~
“Okidokes.” Lynd said with a shrug and went to plop herself down on the couch, flicking the TV on. Emelie left her to her own devices and trudged to the bathroom. A hot shower sounded glorious; it had been a trying day. Tossing off various articles of clothing as she walked towards the bathroom, she wrinkled her nose. The sharp smell of urine stung her nostrils. She groaned and disappeared into the steaming water for the next hour. When she finally emerged she paused, considering getting a bite to eat. She could hear the quiet din coming from the TV. Instead, Emelie continued to her bedroom, plopping herself down on the bed and falling asleep in a matter of minutes. An hour? Two? She wasn’t sure how long it’d been when a gentle knock roused her from her sleep. “Um, Em? Someone’s here to see you.” Lynd’s voice came from the doorway. “She uh… let herself in.” An incomprehensible stream of grumbles came from the drowsy woman. She pushed herself up at a glacial pace, finally talking so Lynd could understand her. “I’ll be there in a minute.” she dismissed the girl. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands, trying to wake herself up, not even thinking about who could have let herself into her apartment. When she finally emerged from her bedroom she was wearing a baggy pair of pants and a top that revealed a bit of her stomach. Maybe Aria had come to pay her a visit? She yawned, turning the corner into her living room. Lynd looked up and pointed towards the kitchen. “The scary woman is in there.” she said. Emelie blinked, scratching her head. “Scary woman?” she mused. On cue the same silvery haired woman popped her head up from rummaging through Emelie’s fridge. ~~
“How do you not have any Cadre cola?” she asked, throwing the door shut. “I don’t remember inviting you in.” Emelie said blankly. “You didn’t.” the silver haired woman said dismissively, as if she had the authority to go where she pleased whenever she pleased. “This isn’t a social call Blackstar.” she said, wasting no time getting down to business. The tight multi-toned leather uniform of the wraith squeaked ever so slightly as she walked around the counter to stand face to face with Emelie. Emelie grumbled under her breath. “I just finished a priority B mission, can’t this wait?” she said with another yawn. “Put on your big girl panties, I’ve got a potential lead, unless I was wrong in inviting you and you’re just like the other pants wetters.” she needled the proud woman with a smirk, tossing her silvery hair from her face. |
Not dead and still going!
Emelie twitched with irritation. She wanted to tell this damn woman off, but even she wasn’t about to mess with a Wraith… that wouldn’t stop her from antagonizing her though. “Oh fuck off. Forgive me if I don’t appreciate people slicing the lock on my apartment and barging in.” she seethed. The silver haired woman shrugged; it was apparent she hardly cared. “It’s somewhere in your contract as a field operative for PrivSec. I can… conscript...any lesser ranking agent.” she said dismissively.
“I don’t think that counts for off the books operations not sanctioned by PrivSec.” Emelie countered, wandering over to her liquor cabinet. At those words Lynd looked up from whatever mindless drivel she was watching on TV. An off the books mission, that would get anyone’s attention. The Wraith caught her glance and narrowed her eyes causing the smaller woman to shrink down into Emelie’s couch.
Her eyes glowed faintly for a moment, as she identified the smaller woman. “Lynd Revest… just started today, hmm? I would suggest you pay attention to your little show.” she said, a hint of warning in her voice. She turned back around to face the tv and swallowed noisily. “Anyway, as I was saying...I have a lead, and I know you want to figure out what the fuck is going on as much as I do.” she enticed Emelie.
The raven haired woman stared back at her. “Well, what’s the lead?” she asked. The Wraith shook her head and wagged her finger at Em. “First, I need to know that you’re going to commit to this and not fuck me over.” she said coldly. You didn’t get to be a Wraith without a healthy dose of cautiousness. “You follow my lead, you do well? I’ll let you know more. I’ll start to fill you in. Just need to know you’re the kind of woman I can count on.” the Wraith said, watching Emelie as she stared back.
A tense few moments of silence before Emelie finally acquiesced. “Against my better judgment I’ll do it, but I swear if you barge into my apartment again like this I’m going to kick your ass.” Emelie growled, laying down some ground rules. The silver haired woman looked unperturbed by the threat, but there was a sudden brief anomalous readout of the wraith’s emotions. A brief flicker, had it said fear? She straightened her posture, glancing down, suddenly looking somewhat irritated for a brief moment before returning to her normal intimidating demeanor grateful the damp gusset of her panties wouldn’t soak through her form hugging suit.
"Are you at least going to tell me your name?" Emelie asked with an irritated tone. "I mean... I'll settle for bitch that broke into my apartment but that's a bit of a mouthful." she said in a scathing tone. The wraith just stared back at her and shook her head. "Nyx is fine, better off you don't know who I am." she commented dismissively. "and you can be..." she paused, waving her hand in a circle as if she was thinking. "Nemesis? No... Eris. Yeah, you're definitely Eris." she said.
Emelie stared at her blankly. "Eris?" she asked. "Code names... Old Greek Mythology from before the end." The Wraith explained. "You should read a book some time.." she chided the darker haired woman. Em clenched her jaw with irritation, glowering at the woman. Nyx cocked her head to the side, staring intently at Emelie. “Anyway, get dressed and be quick about it. I’ll be waiting in the hall.” she said, turning on her heel and waving Emelie’s door open with her hand.
She scowled, but on the inside was brimming with excitement. Hurrying back to her room past the confused looking Lynd she moved to her closet. This was a chance to work with a Wraith the true elite of PrivSec and for that matter… all of Sanam city. Clothes… she stared blankly into her closet rifling through the various outfits. From the hangars she grabbed a pair of form hugging leather pants and a jacket to go with it. Yanking off the sweatpants, she paused.
Rummaging through her underwear drawer brought butterflies to her stomach. Each flimsy, silken pair of cloth, once her only choice for undergarments, now left her with a vague unease. She swallowed nervously. What if she did *that*… in front of the Wraith? Emelie chewed on her lip, finding herself wishing for some form of protection. “No…I’ll be fine…” she said quietly, as if she could convince herself it was the truth. A somewhat risque pair of panties slipped from her hand as she shut the drawer.
Choking down her pride, she tugged up the sweatpants. With a fiery blush burning in her cheeks, she sheepishly returned to her living room. Lynd was as distracted as ever, sitting cross-legged on the couch. Emelie cleared her throat. It was a struggle to find her voice. “Lynd…” she began quietly. The younger girl blinked in surprise, turning to face Em. “Uhh, yeah?” she asked, glancing away from the TV for a moment before turning her attention back to the show. “I was wondering… if I could… borrow...one of your…protective undergarments…” she said. With each word her voice softened. Without her augmented hearing Lynd might not even have heard that she was asking for one of her pullups.
That got her attention. Lynd waved her hand and muted the TV. Breaking out into a fit of giggles, it took her a moment to compose herself. There was a certain satisfaction she felt about seeing Emelie come ask her for one of her pullups. With a haughty grin, she pointed towards the corner of the room. “Sure, they’re over there.” she commented. Emelie hurried towards the package, quickly yanking one out and dashing back to her room before Lynd could get another word in.
Unfolding the garment in her hands, she stared at herself in the mirror. The cutesy print adorning the garment added insult to injury. Kicking off her sweatpants, she sighed. Here she was, after going off on her squad about these damned things. Here she was about to wear one. Trading away her maturity for protection, she donned the garment. It wouldn’t be the first time; she vividly recalled the night Aria had forced her to wear one. This, however, would be the first time of her own volition.
Stepping through the leg holes, she tried to pretend it was just another pair of panties. The thin padding that encased her hips wouldn’t let her forget so easily.
Emerging from her apartment, she saw Nyx waiting for her as promised. The woman glanced at her, giving a scan of her outfit. “Let’s go.” she said curtly. The pair made their way out of the apartment building, Nyx leading the way. "We'll take my car, yours should be finished tomorrow." she commented nonchalantly. Emelie gave her a sidelong glance. The amount of information the Wraith had access too was a bit unsettling. Em knew about the vast PrivSec databases. Much of the information shared between the corporations was gathered by employers. As a PrivSec employee she had greater access than most, but in the past it was she who had leveraged it against targets. She wasn't comfortable being on the receiving end of such a watchful eye.
Nyx's car caused Emelie to stare for a moment. She didn't particular care about cars but she had to admit it was a very impressive looking piece of machinery. Black, low to the ground, sleek, angular but curved... it was hard to even describe. If Joshua could see it... he'd freak out. It made his brutish sports car look absolutely antiquated.The doors opened, a pale red light bathing the interior of the car. Even though she knew it was for optimal for low light situations, she couldn't help but think it made the vehicle look utterly sinister; she loved it.
"We don't have all night... we'll, you don't have all night." Nyx said as she lowered herself into the car. "Right, ahh sorry." Emelie mumbled, quickly entering. The slight bulk of the pullup underneath her pants brought a blush to her cheeks, she tried to ignore it. It was just another piece of equipment... The door slid shut on its own and she was treated to the advanced interior. Her blacked out armored sedan wasn't a cheap beater but this made it feel like one."What even is this?" she asked, running her fingers along a carbon fiber panel. "A corsair, issued to all Wraiths." she responded as if it were just another car when it was so clearly much more.
It even sounded different. the engine made a quiet almost alien hum on top of the sonorous exhaust note. Much more refined that Joshua's monstrosity... probably every bit as fast too. That thought was answered shortly as they rocketed out of the parking lot into the sparsely populated evening streets. The engine let out a banshee howl echoing off the buildings as she drove. Emelie paled, tightening her grasp around the door handle before the car settled into a reasonable speed and Nyx let the angular steering wheel fold away.
"Okay, a couple of days ago I was recovering trash for PharmaTek." she began. Emelie blinked "Uhh, recovering trash?" she interjected. Nyx shot her an unamused look for being interrupted. "Hardware slated for disposal, trash." she said with a hint of irritation. Most of her irritation stemmed from being sent on such a menial task rather than with Emelie herself. "I was as surprised as you are. It's what made me suspicious. A standard team could have recovered the truck with ease. Some low level gang took it, I don't even think they knew what they had taken or what they could even do with it." she continued. "When I came across them they hadn't even managed to open the truck yet." she explained.
Emelie pursed her lip. "So you think it's something to do with..." she let the question hang. Nyx nodded "PharmaTek manufactures the Serum series line of anti-rejection drugs. What could be in there that's so important they would contract Wraith level services to retrieve a truck full of trash? Something they can't risk getting out into the public." Nyx hypothesized. "So I sliced the locks and blamed it on the gang. The truck is sitting in a staging area waiting for a PrivSec escort to the disposal area."
"Uhg..." the Wraith paused to rub her stomach. "I'm so fucking hungry again." she said. It was apparent she had quite the temper. Though... that was evident earlier when she'd been tearing apart the doctor's office. "This has just been miserable lately." she griped, letting down her professional shell for a moment to complain about personal matters. "Yeah... I could eat again." Emelie agreed reluctantly.
A quick stop made for Emelie's second helping of greasy fast food for the day. It was so bad but oh so good. The stare from the drive through teller greatly amused her though. Soon after gorging themselves on cheap food they were back on track headed to... well Emelie had no idea but Nyx knew. The Wraith wiped her mouth with a napkin, waving her hand again. The dashboard illuminated projecting schematics and blueprints into the air. "This is the layout of the staging area... are you paying attention? Pay attention." she said, catching Emelie staring out the window up at the faint glow of the aurora centralis. "Oh... right, yeah." Em quickly corrected herself.
"Guards are regularly stationed here, here, here and here." she began, speaking quickly. "They traverse the perimeter every ten minutes. When I was dropping off the truck I stole a badge that will let us infiltrate here." she said, gesturing and pointing with each new piece of information. Emelie could barely keep up. "You'll have to keep the door open for me otherwise exfil will be... difficult." she continued. "Wait... you're using me as a doorstop?" she asked, pursing her lips. Nyx gave her a nonplussed look at the question. "The badge I took will open the door but once the request goes through their SIEM system it'll likely trip an alert and a guard will go investigate and the badge number will get locked. So yes, I'm using you as a doorstop. A door stop that has to incapacitate any guards that try to shut the door." she said sharply.
Her team had complained on more than one occasion that Emelie liked to stress the details but this was another level. The minutia in which Nyx covered the building and plan was staggering. She even listed off which windows were borosilicate reinforced compared to which were standard soda lime glass. It was almost too much to take in. Emelie just nodded every so often as she covered her plan, doing her best to pay attention. It was a simple plan, guard the door. Nyx sneaks in, visits the truck, figures out what they were hiding comes back out... simple. She didn't interrupt, not wanting to upset the Wraith.
"Got it Eris?" she asked. Emelie stared at her for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, should be simple." she responded, running her hand through her hair. Nyx didn't seem convinced... Fortunately she didn't press her for the details she'd given her. "Good." she responded professionally. Waving her hand the projection disappeared and Emelie found herself with incoming files. Accepting the transmission the blueprints they had just been covering along with various notes. Emelie rolled her eyes, if this was what being a Wraith meant she was glad she never pursued it. Basically becoming a slave beholden to the company; no thanks... though the car was pretty nice... All of the perks didn't stop Nyx from dirtying her pants just like Emelie though.
After the briefing, the two sat in an awkward silence. With the car driving itself, Nyx leaned the seat back and shut her eyes. Emelie glanced at her, staring for a moment. Wraiths were spoken about in hushed tones. Some Privsec employees didn’t even believe they existed, yet here she was sitting next to her. Emelie opened her mouth, ready to make small talk. Everything that came to mind, however… she decided to shut up.
Apparently Nyx had seen her staring, and cracked open one of her eyes. “Can I help you with something?” she asked plainly before shutting her eye again. “No… well… I was just wondering how long you’ve been a Wraith for. What kind of implants do you have? Is it true that you have a kill-switch?” she found herself asking, the questions flooding out. There were more she could have asked, but she quickly shut up after that.
Nyx chuckled; it was a low, almost synthetic laugh.”Technically, those first two are classified. Well, I say classified, but it’s not like I even know the first one. They wipe your memory before you become a wraith; no lingering attachments, you know?’ Emelie’s jaw dropped; she’d heard rumors, but...Nyx continued, unperturbed. “Let’s just say...a while...and as for my augs? Better than yours… much better than yours.” she said with a hint of amusement. “As for the kill-switch? No, don’t be stupid.” she admonished. “There are other safeguards in place.” she said dismissively. “Again, classified, and to be honest? They don’t tell us either.” she said with a wry grin, “Probably a good idea, or we’d try to get around it. They say every Wraith has a different safeguard, but I have no idea.” she shrugged.
“I answered your questions, now-” Nyx began with a hint of snark to her voice.“Sort of…”, Emelie mused. “As I was saying...How long have you been with the company?” Nyx asked. It was obvious that wasn’t her real question. She had access to that information in the PrivSec records at a whim. Emelie was smart enough to infer what she was really asking. “A few years.” she began. Glancing out the deeply tinted window, another one of those wretched, glaring advertisements caught her eye. She shifted in her seat, once again reminded of what she was wearing.
“I was PD before.” Emelie continued. Nyx nodded “I know.” she commented. The Wraith’s eyes began to flicker and glow. An image was being projected from her ocular implants, floating in front of her face. Emelie paused, distracted…she was lingerie shopping! Bralettes and negligees flashed on the screen as she scrolled through the digital storefront. “Uh, well yeah… like I was saying. I was PD before but it just wasn’t for me. Call it greed or whatever.” Emelie continued. “So you left for the money?” Nyx asked, glancing away from browsing for a moment. “Mostly, yeah… and don’t laugh, but I thought I could make a bigger difference taking bigger jobs.” she admitted, slightly embarrassed by her younger self’s naivete.
“No no, I get it. It’s bullshit, but I get it.” Nyx teased. “I like to think we make the city a better place.” Emelie said. It earned a shrug from the Wraith. “How noble of you. I guess it makes sense, what with your parents and all.” Nyx commented. Emelie’s expression darkened at the mention of her past. “Yeah, well, at least I know who they were; that memory wipe you wraiths get sure must bite, huh?” she spat back. Emelie thought she saw Nyx’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second and immediately regretted her outburst. But it was only for a second. She wasn’t even sure it had happened; suddenly Nyx was chuckling and putting her hands up in mock surrender.
“Yeah, it sures does.” she conceded, sounding almost wistful. The silence that set in afterwards was painful; Emelie desperately groped for a change in subject. Nothing came, and the silence seemed to draw on longer and longer. Emelie contented herself with watching the city pass by through the window. Eventually sleep found her and she lazily dozed off to the alien hum of the car’s grav-engine.
An hour later maybe, she felt a gentle shake on her shoulder. She wasn’t quite sure how long it’d been. Her HUD read midnight; what time had she fallen asleep? It didn’t matter, they had a job to do and were slowly approaching the location. “Wake up, we’ve arrived.” Nyx’s voice roused her. She rubbed her eyes letting out a tired grumble. “I’m up I’m up.” The mirthful tone that had suffused the silver haired woman’s voice earlier was gone. In fact, there wasn’t *any* tone at all...
“Is this what Wraiths are like on missions?”
She thought back to the rumors she had heard in her first weeks and months at PriveSec; about the hypnosis and neuro-implanted autosuggestion that Wraiths supposedly used to better sync with their implants.
“Does she even recognize me right now, or am I just assigned as her “squadmate?”
The thought was more than a little unsettling.
As expected, the warehouse was quiet. Nestled in the heart of the 3rd industrial zone, it looked just like every other building in the vicinity. Emelie knew though, that what was contained within could potentially blow this case wide open! At least... that's what she hoped. The car slowly passed by the front of the warehouse. Inside the cockpit of the car the windshield and side windows were identifying guards, pinging on the screen giving a readout of who they were, what weapon they were holding, and baseline threat assessment. Emelie was floored as it picked out guards she hadn't even seen with her enhanced sight. "Focus.” Nyx chided as she saw her gawking. Emelie just nodded, noting what she could as they rounded the corner.
"Leave that." Nyx began, gesturing at the large sidearm strapped to Em's hip. "Unsilenced. Unacceptable for this mission." Nyx continued as both doors silently opened, allowing them to disembark. Reluctantly, Emelie left her trusty hand cannon in the car; stuffing it underneath the seat.The doors shut in unison behind each woman, and with a quiet, metallic whir the roof of the car began to part. A faint woosh of moving air and each panel seemed to launch from the roof! Two drones shot off into the night sky. "Can I have the feed?" Emelie asked. Nyx shook her head. "Negative." she said, opening the trunk. She retrieved a boxy looking handgun, racking the slide back with a not-quite-as- satisfying click of a polymer frame. Nyx flipped it around in her hand, holding the shroud as she handed it to Emelie. She held it tight as the raven haired woman tried to take it. "Only if necessary." she lectured. Emelie nodded in understanding and Nyx relinquished the gun.
It was surprisingly lightweight for how chunky it looked. The firearm synced with her implants effortlessly, the PrivSec icon flashing on her ocular HUD for a moment. "The Murmur?" she asked, seeing the name of the gun in her hud. Taking a shooting stance she tested the sights. "Subsonic rounds, integrated baffling, gas compression venting " Nyx explained flatly, grabbing one for herself.
Nyx checked her own firearm, yanking back the slide and letting it snap shut. “Ready?” the Wraith asked. Emelie nodded, clenching the gun tightly. “Yeah, I got it. In, out, simple. I’m just the doorstop.” Emelie said wryly. Nyx stared back at her, emotionless. It was an eerie thing when the expression analyzer registered nothing… “Copy that.” she said before moving quickly towards the building. The way she moved looked effortless, and she hardly made a sound. Emelie was good, but… she felt like each step was a thunder crash compared to the silent gait of the Wraith. Maybe she should have taken those inertial compensators…
They reached the side of the building in a flash. Emelie hadn’t noticed it at first, but as they approached the street lights around them all darkened. In fact, it wasn’t just the street lights in their vicinity; darkness had set in up and down the entire block. It wasn’t just a coincidence...
Just like the blueprints had shown, they followed the edge of the building until it cut into an alleyway. Nyx held her hand out for a precise amount of time before continuing. They made it to the door, already Nyx had the pilfered id badge in hand. Before Emelie could blink the door was open and she had disappeared into the confines of the warehouse. Emelie ducked into the doorway, stopping just as she was inside and just as she was told wedged her boot into the door so it wouldn’t shut. “No movement.” Nyx’s almost robotic voice echoed through her implant. The surprise of suddenly hear her voice loosened her hold over her bladder and she could feel a few errant drops of urine dampen her pullup. She hadn’t even shared coms with her but… she should have expected it.
“Copy.” she responded back simply. Now for the boring part, playing doorstop. Even as boring as such a simple job was there was still an element of excitement to it. Working with a Wraith! Just the way she moved, knew every single detail of the battlefield, seemed to calculate for everything; it was extremely impressive. On guard duty, Emelie flicked through the variety of sight modes available to her. She kept her cochlear implants on maximum amplification, listening for the slightest hint of a guard approaching the door.
Meanwhile in her apartment, a curious Lynd watched everything. She had even made herself a nice bowl of popcorn to devour during the show. As Emelie’s team watcher she had access to tap into her augments, access to her vitals and all sorts of other information. “Boooring” she grumbled, contemplating going to sleep. “Come on Em, do something exciting.” she told the TV through which she was viewing Emelie’s sight. Curiosity of what Emelie was up to kept her glued to the feed.
The seconds passed, quickly blurring into minutes. It wasn’t that far? Damnit, how long did Nyx say it was going to take her again? Emelie chided herself for forgetting. She was a Wraith, she could handle herself. So far… nothing, not a peep. Maybe she’d just been overly cautious about tripping the SIEM. All that precaution and planning and not even a peep from the guards, probably just lazy contracted low rent security.
A message popped up in her hud; Aria… Emelie bit her lip, nothing was going on. She glanced around, peeking her head out the door into the alleyway. Silence… Greedily she opened the message, imagining she could smell Aria’s perfume. It sent a tingle racing down her spine. ‘I know, you’ve been busy. I’ve missed you at the club~ A’ the message read simply. Aria was never one to beg or mince words. She was direct, to the point; a quality that always seemed to make Em weak in the knees. What to write back though, this was always the difficult part. How not to seem so eager but not completely disinterested…
After thirty seconds of indecision she messaged her back. ‘Yeah, work, you know.’ silently cursing herself for writing something so boring. ‘Oh? You’re awake? I thought my Murtaziq needs her beauty rest.’ Aria teased. ‘I don’t always go to bed early!’ she immediately shot back, getting flustered by the teasing. ‘I’m just teasing dear. I know not everyone has the glamorous opportunity to party all night at their own club. You should come by tomorrow if you’re not too busy~’ Aria continued. ‘I know you’re embarrassed about what happened, but you shouldn’t let that come between us.’ the woman wrote.
Emelie blushed, hazy drunken visions of that night she’d made a fool of herself flashing back in her mind. Uhg, she’d made such a mess of her pants and right when things were getting hot. She groaned quietly at the memory, pausing before she wrote back. ‘I know, I’m sorry. I’d rather not talk about that, but I think I’ll be free tomorrow. Probably just doing paperwork in the office.’ she wrote back, finally finding the confidence to see Aria again. ‘Oh good good, just in case you lose your nerve~’ she wrote back. A picture loaded a second later with a gratuitous shot of Aria’s cleavage between her suggestively unbuttoned pinstriped blazer. Emelie felt the heat rising to her cheeks as she stared at the picture. Another dampness began to leak into her padding at the sight. ‘Oh fuck yes’ she wrote back without a second thought. ‘Do you want to see more?’ a simple question was posed to her next.
‘Yes…’ Emelie sent, squirming her thighs together in anticipation. ‘Promise me you’ll come by tomorrow~’ Aria laid out her demand. Emelie couldn’t respond quickly enough. ‘I promise I promise!’ she wrote, her breathing heavy with lust. Another picture appeared with the next button undone. God Aria was such a bitch for teasing her like this! Another picture and another button undone. Emelie bit her lip to stifle a moan, barely resisting the urge to grind her hand against her womanhood. The penultimate picture appeared, her blazer hanging completely open, but her shirt still covering her chest for the most part. A final picture came through. It made Emelie light-headed just looking at it. The way her shirt hung open exposing her voluptuous chest and smooth, toned stomach; it was maddening.
“Oh fuck…” she whispered under her breath, allowing her hand to graze her womanhood. Electric ripples traced through her body from the touch. She didn’t even mind the pastel colored waistband that was sticking up above her pants just barely visible. Damn it… why did she have to come on this dumb mission when she could be fucking right now! ‘One more’ Emelie begged. Glancing around again greeted by silence she jammed her hand between her legs shutting her eyes. The next picture floored her, standing just wearing her unbuttoned shirt Aria stood nearly nude… except for the thick crinkly diaper around her hips and judging by the faint sag in the garment it was soaked. It wasn’t quite what Emelie had in mind but at this point… she didn’t care.
With her mind elsewhere she didn’t notice the Wraith returning from her objective. “What are you doing?” the voice sharply asked. The rude startle away from her erotic exchange with Aria elicited a gasp. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs as she jumped in surprise. A gasp wasn’t the only thing she let out unfortunately. Regretting having greasy fast food twice today, the hand that’d been mischievously placed between her legs shot to her bottom. A wet mush crackled and oozed into her pullup filling the crevice between her cheeks with a filthy paste. She groaned and clenched her muscles barely managing to stave off a full blown accident. The damage was done however and between her legs felt significantly warmer and wetter. “Oh fuck…” she hissed, squeezing her thighs together. Emelie was still peeing, she could feel the hot rush from between her lips soaking into the pullup she’d thankfully thought to wear.
“This is not the time nor place. I could hear you breathing from around the corner.” she hissed. “I… I’m fine I... “ she said though labored breath, the stream of urine tapering off. Forced to recover her composure, still in an aroused daze she pushed the door open… straight into one of the security guards. “Wait!” Nyx had hissed at her only a moment’s too late. “Hey! Freeze!” he barked. Obviously he’d come to investigate the door. He scrambled to raise his rifle but Emelie was already grabbing it. She yanked it from his hands and still holding it by the barrel, bashed him over the head with the stock.
He wavered on his feet before slumping to the ground. Emelie panted heavily, the sudden surge of adrenaline coaxing another few dribbles of urine from her. “Move.” Nyx stated as she walked past her. Emelie watched, she could see a darkened wet stain that ran down one of her legs past the knee. The Wraith had wet herself at some point, they’d both done it… Emelie even doing a little worse. She hesitantly probed the seat of her pants with her fingers. At least it wasn’t obvious… nor had it leaked.
Nyx placed her thumb and pointer finger over his eyes. There was a pulse, sparks, his body twitched for a moment. “Eris, exfil.” she said in that almost robotic monotone. “What did you d…” Emelie began to ask before Nyx cut her off. “He’s fine.” she said, moving quickly along the wall they had entered past. “Did you find anything?” Emelie asked unable to help herself. Even through her emotionless state Em could have swore Nyx was starting to grow annoyed. “Debrief in the car.” she responded curtly.
Emelie nodded following after the Wraith. It was a short dash back to the car. As the doors opened for them the two drones Nyx had released earlier swooped out of the night sky once again becoming part of the car. With a wet squish Emelie sat down, wincing at the sticky feeling of her own effluence smeared against her bottom. The smell became immediately noticeable as they shut the doors and sped off. Emelie looked around for a moment, trying to find a window switch; she couldn’t… “Could you um… crack the window.” she asked, cheeks hot with embarrassment. Both windows automatically cracked open no sooner after she asked.
“Thanks… so… what did you find?” she asked. Nyx held a finger out at her, she needed a moment. She took a deep breath, her eyes fluttered for a moment before turning to stare at Emelie. The Wraith stared her down for an uncomfortable length of time before finally speaking. “If I tell you what I saw, you’re tied to this, tied to me.” she said ominously. “No more careless behavior like that.” she said with a faint growl. The pit of Emelie’s stomach felt heavy. She swallowed dryly “I’m in.” she said hesitantly. Nyx continued to stare her down, scanning her face for a few more uncomfortable seconds. “Okay…” she said, taking another deep breath.
“Serum four… a lot of it.” she said, furrowing her brow. “The manifest stated fifteen hundred liters of the stuff. Processed, palletized and ready for consumption. All slated for elimination. A hundred and fifty thousand vials and I don’t think this was the only shipment they were destroying.” she said with a frown. Emelie pursed her lips in thought. “They’re destroying it?” she asked. Nyx nodded. “Do you remember the three to four transition?” Nyx asked. “It was a while ago but yeah… oh you probably don’t remember. Three was available at a discount everywhere… for quite a while.” she mused, thinking back.
“They’re getting rid of their four stockpiles even though there might be an issue with five” Nyx postulated. “What if they’re deliberately poisoning us…” Emelie said. The thought instilled a sensation of ice running through her blood. She could see that Nyx was thinking the same thing. Emelie shuddered at the thought. “What would they have to gain by that....” Nyx said, dismissing the notion. “The Corps have always been good to us.” she continued. Emelie nodded “yeah… I guess you’re right… I don’t want to believe they’d do anything like that.” Emelie said with a hint of sadness.
“Did you get any other leads?” Em asked after a few moments of silence between the two women. “There was a signature on the manifest. I’m scouring the PrivSec database for the name now. Might take some time.” she said. “I’m going to shut my eyes for a while… I’m exhausted, gotta recharge.” Nyx said, slumping back in her chair. A small panel slid out of the center console and the silver haired woman rested her hand on the panel. Emelie watched, probably some sort of induction charging plate. “It’s set to head back to your apartment first.” she said, stifling a yawn.
Emelie was too wired to sleep. All she could think about was the conspiracy they had uncovered… if there even was a conspiracy, she had to remind herself many times. But… what if it was? She kept asking herself, what would the Corporate Council say if they found out PharmaTek was poisoning them? What if… what if… what if… She had so many questions, finding the truckload of Serum4 hadn’t exactly given her the answers either of the women sought and like all great mysteries it had only given her more questions.
It had been a taxing day and Nyx’s advanced car devoured the miles. Approaching Emelie’s apartment she glanced over at the woman who was now lightly snoring. She was still very much human but… more. The cutting edge of augment technology, and here she was snoring. The thought momentarily brought Emelie out of her paranoid delusions and brought a quiet chuckle to her lips. She shifted in her sleep, letting out a whimper. Apparently they still dreamt as well. They were back in her neighborhood now, only a few minutes away from Em’s apartment.
Nyx let out another whimper punctuated with a disgusting wet fart. Was she really going to… Emelie wrinkled her nose as the smell momentarily assaulted her nostrils. There was an unconscious grunt from the sleeping woman’s lips. She was really going to have a bowel movement while she was sleeping! Emelie stared in morbid curiosity. It made sense… if it was the Serum causing their issues someone like Nyx would be on a much more frequent regimen of the stuff.
There was another burst of gas from the woman’s bottom. Lying on her back as she was Emelie could see anything but she could hear it. That squelchy crackly noise of a hot mass being excreted into her clothing. At least Emelie hadn’t gotten that bad yet but… was it only a matter of time? Nyx tensed and another burbly fart rose through the mush being pushed into her pants before audily finishing with a solid sounding log with a noisy splortch.
Emelie was glad her apartment was starting to come into view as the cabin began to smell rather potent despite the cracked windows. Still Nyx slept, blissfully unaware of the waste she was now sitting in. A thin trickle of urine ran down the groin of her suit soaking into the seat under her.
When the doors opened she quickly disembarked. Nyx suddenly sat up with an audible squish, eyes wide with horrified realization. “Let me know when you find that person.” Emelie commented hurriedly as she shut the door behind her walking towards her apartment, breathing in the fresh air. Tugging at the pullup that was now plastered to her ass by her own mess she grimaced, desperately wanting nothing more than to shower and go to bed.
Mercifully, Lynd was asleep on the couch; sprawled out, the blanket threatening to fall off. Emelie snuck by, making a beeline towards her bathroom where she could undress and find herself once again under the hot rejuvenating waters of her shower. The mottled brown stain on the seat of her pullup made her chide herself. She could do better, she had to do better! At least she didn’t have a complete accident and could finish emptying herself on the toilet before stepping into the shower.
After her shower she left her clothes and soiled pullup in the bathroom; too tired to clean up. She barely even had the energy to dry herself off. Stumbling into her bedroom finally the day caught up to her and she collapsed face first on the bed falling asleep within a few seconds. |
No I'm not dead! Nor is this story! Just needed a little break and then editing took a while but alas, I present to you the latest chapter. Also with some fantastic art of our main protagonist having a bit of an accident in her light blue suit by our good friend Hwcm.
Without any further ado, the next chapter.
The alarm in her aural implant vibrated, the time flashing red across her eyes, earning a groan from the still sleepy agent. What time had she even gone to bed? Still laying motionless on her bed she grunted, checking her bio-records. Three hours of sleep… “Wonderful.” she griped under her breath. At least today would just be paperwork and taking care of business in the office. Something was different though… something was normal? Her eyes shot open as she felt the sheets under her. Dry?! They were dry! Of course they were dry! Emelie leapt out of bed without a second thought dancing with excitement. “I did it!” she exclaimed proudly. Keeping her sheets dry at night seemed like an odd thing for the woman to be proud of, but in these trying times she’d take any victory she could retain.
Emelie’s sudden jubilation proved to be a bit too much stimulation. She froze, feeling a sharp jet of urine warm her thighs. She let out a subdued yelp, awkwardly pinching her legs together. The flow stopped as she regained tenuous control of her bladder. As she desperately hobbled towards the bathroom, spurt after spurt ran down her legs, leaving a glittering trail of liquid on her floor. In her bathroom the rancid stench of her dirty pullup made her gag. Wet warmth dribbled over the hand wedged firmly between her legs. Each step loosened another gush, liquid trickling down her muscular legs. Her morning mishap slightly dampened her mood but still, she hadn’t wet the bed! For the first time in a week now she’d woken up with dry sheets!
The proud woman reveled in her childish accomplishment as she finished emptying herself in the toilet. Glancing down at the pullup she swallowed her disgust at the brown stained garment; she’d have to do something about that. A knock at the door interrupted her revelry. “I need to shower, I’m soaked...” Lynd’s voice came through the door. “Okay okay, I’m almost done.” Emelie called back as she methodically wiped herself. That news brought a smirk to her face as she stuffed the dirty pull-up into the trash bin, loosely covering it with some discarded tissue paper.
Emelie opened the door, looking smug despite the damp path leading from her bedroom to the bathroom. Arms folded over her chest, she stood in the doorway staring down at the shorter woman. “I woke up dry.” Emelie announced smugly. Lynd didn’t look amused by her host’s attempt to lord her continence over her. “Great… move...” she grumbled, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Lynd recoiled in disgust as she moved closer to the bathroom. “Doesn’t smell like you did...” she mumbled. Emelie huffed, blushing faintly. “That was from last night before I got home.” she said defensively before moving out of the doorway “Whatever… I don’t care. I just want to shower.” the girl whined as she shuffled past Emelie. Lynd’s pullup made a wet squish with every step.
Back in her room she rifled through her dresser; who needed those humiliating things anyway? She’d be fine just sitting around the office, maybe taking a bit of a nap at her desk. Show them all that she deserved her A-ranking in continence. She plucked another of her suits from the hangar, back to professional wear. Black with gold stitching, and a matching vest underneath. A bold choice for PrivSec, but she was feeling in her element this morning.
Once dressed, shoulder holster hidden away under her jacket, she wandered into the kitchen where a steaming cup of coffee awaited her. While Lynd showered she reclined on the couch, flicking on the news with her implants. An attractive, platinum-blonde newscaster read the morning headlines, a stock ticker running across the bottom of the screen. “...and in a shocking late night revelation PharmaTek has acknowledged an unintended side effect of their latest Serum revision, which became publicly available just over a month ago. Their chief researcher, Dr. Howard Takemura, has indicated that he will be stepping down due to his involvement.” the woman began, doing her best to remain professional and hide her discomfort. Emelie leaned forward in her seat, eyes glued to the television screen as she listened. “He remained tight-lipped with details, but assured us that it is not life threatening. Here’s a clip of the press conference now.”
The clip showed a sharply dressed man standing in front of a podium, his short salt-and-pepper hair slicked back. He cleared his throat “Regretfully, I have come to make a public acknowledgement that PharmaTek is now aware of an unfortunate side effect stemming from the Serum-5 series of anti-rejection products. While we don’t yet have all the facts, I want to stress that the side effects are not life threatening. Serum-5 is still extremely safe for the vast majority of the population.” He paused, and before he could continue reporters were already barraging him with questions.
Emelie watched intently; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d even paid attention to the news this closely. She was already clenching her jaw. The crowd of journalists continued: “Can you confirm the side effects for us?”, “Is it true Serum-5 is causing widespread incontinence?”, “Does pharmaTek have a roadmap to fixing Serum-5?”, “Are there plans to reissue stores of Serum-4?”, “How do you respond to the accusation that PharmaTek has been suppressing discussion of Serum-5 effects on the net?”
The questions came at a rapid pace one after another. Emelie could barely discern what was being asked. Takemura cleared his throat, taking a moment to adjust his tie. “Once again, I would like to reiterate that Serum-5 is extremely safe for the vast majority of the population. PharmaTek is dedicated to the safety of all our customers, and we will work with all haste to correct the Serum formula.” he began, speaking over the throng of reporters. Silencing their audio with a wave of his hand he continued. “We’ve observed light to moderate bladder and bowel incontinence in women. At this time, we’re unsure of why this dichotomy exists, but are exhausting all options to determine a cause, and further, a resolution.
“Mild...to moderate?” Emelie looked as if she might hurl her coffee mug into the TV.
Takemura continued: “Unfortunately…” he paused, a strange look crossing his face for the briefest of instants, “We have no remaining stock of Serum-4, and anticipate a 3 to 4 month delay before we’ll be able to produce more.”
Emelie nearly spat out a mouthful of coffee. He was lying! He was fucking lying! Emelie saw it for herself… Well, not with her own eyes, but Nyx had seen it! If that shipment was any indication of things, PharmaTek still had plenty of stock left over. What had been loosely postulated conspiracy theories the night before now didn’t seem so far fetched… “...and I would like to extend our deepest apologies to any of our customers whom this issue may have affected. I sincerely hope you will bear with us while we work to make this right.”
Shards of porcelain pricked her skin as the mug shattered in her crushing grip. Emelie winced as razor thin lacerations quickly formed on her hand. “Fuck!” she cursed, leaping to her feet shaking her hand. It was all bullshit! Why would he blatantly lie to them?! Anger gripped her, fear gnawed at her, but mostly icy cold betrayal washed over her. How could PharmaTek lie to them? Maybe that shipment was just a fluke. The corporate agent desperately tried to rationalize what he was saying.
Her thoughts drifted back to one of her prouder moments of her life. Applying to the corporate training project for private security forces. Among all the applicants she had been selected among a select few others to join the elite ranks of the private security world. Thinking of how proud she’d felt sickened her, the taste of accomplishment turning to ash in her mouth.
It didn’t make sense. She’d gone to a PrivSec-funded school. PrivSec patrols kept the neighborhoods safe, PrivSec grants helped her father buy their home. “Why would Privsec…” she mused. The television shut off as she walked in a daze towards the kitchen. “Why…” she murmured. The cold tap water stung her wounds as murky red tinged water pooled in the bottom of the sink. Emelie plucked a few shards of her mug from her hand before shaking it dry.
“What is it, what’s happening?!” Lynd darted out of the shower, the younger woman’s hair still wrapped with a towel. “You were screaming…oh shit, your hand!” Lynd exclaimed. Emelie’s head jerked towards her, eyes wide. “Here, move!” Lynd acted quickly, grabbing the dermal spray as Emelie seemed to stare blankly at what she had available. “I can do it myself.” Emelie snapped at her, holding her hand out. The spray stung as much as the cold water. “Other side.” Lynd demanded. Em flipped her hand over and another quick spray soon followed.
“Stupid handle broke off my mug.” Emelie mumbled. Lynd stared at her skeptically. “Ooookay.” she said, wrapping her towel around her chest. “I’m going to get dressed, then we can get going.” Emelie just nodded at the other woman, curling her fingers a few times. The spray set quickly; her hand felt a little stiff, but no worse for wear.
Stepping back into the hallway a notification finally caught her attention. A message from PrivSec mechanical services.She glanced it over through her implant. Her car had been fixed! She briefly glanced over the invoice. It was all just a formality but she was curious. What it all meant she had only a vague inkling, She’d ask Joshua to explain it once and the resulting lecture had put her to sleep. It had been sent back some time during the night and was waiting for her in the parking lot! Granted, it wasn’t anything like Nyx’s Corsair but it was hers… and it meant they didn’t have to get a ride from Joshua or take a share car.
After a few minutes spent gathering her thoughts Emelie rejoined Lynd in the main room just as she was tugging up her skirt. She briefly saw the disposable pullup before it was concealed by the skirt. She scowled for a brief moment, recalling what the chief researcher said during the press release. Doing her best not to think about it she beckoned Lynd to come along. “I’ve got my car back, so we don’t need to wait for that reprobate.” Emelie said with a chuckle. Lynd pouted “I think he’s nice...and kind of handsome too.” she added. Emelie rolled her eyes “Keep it in your pants.”
What Emelie wanted more than anything was to call Nyx and discuss what she’d seen with her. She had no idea how to contact her though. Emelie would just have to wait until the mysterious silver-haired super soldier contacted her again; hopefully sooner rather than later. With her car set to autonomous Emelie reclined her seat, folding her arms over her chest. From the corner of her eye she could see Lynd repeatedly glancing over at her. She rolled her head to the right. “What do you want?” she asked.
Lynd seized the invitation. “I have to know what you and that Wraith were doing last night!” she said excitedly. “At first I was going to ask her but she told me not to and I’m not dumb enough to try to mess with a Wraith but anyway I was watching tv and then I remember that I could tap into your implants as your team watcher since you left the connection open but it was just some boring warehouse but her car was soooo cool and she peed her pants… I can’t believe a Wraith really peed her pants!” Lynd exclaimed, finally stopping to take a breath.
Emelie let her head fall back against the headrest, massaging the ridge of her nose between her fingers. “It’s honestly better if I don’t tell you Lynd.” she said, hoping that would placate the inquisitive girl. She cursed herself inwardly at forgetting about the implant share for team watchers. It had been a few weeks since they lost theirs. She must have forgotten to turn it off at some point. “Oh come onnnnnn” the blonde girl pestered her.
Emelie stared at her, eyes narrowed with irritation. Lynd on the other hand mustered the cutest puppydog eyes she could manage. “Please~” she cooed. Emelie continued to stare at the young woman, Lynd’s color changing irises swirling with excitement. Slowly, she raised her seat to a more upright position. All the while the city passed by outside. “We’re figuring out what’s going on.” she said curtly. Lynd stared at her dumbly.
”Don’t make me say it… why we’re all… you know…” Emelie said awkwardly, gesturing at her groin. Lynd’s face lit up as she understood. “Ooooh, I see. Sooooo, what did you find out?” she asked, prodding for more details. Emelie held her finger up. “That’s it. If I told you any more...I’d have to kill you” she said with a wry smirk
“You’re not funny…If you’re not going to tell me, the least you can do is stop so I can get some food. I’m starving, and you don’t have any food in your fridge.”
“Yeah, me too.” Emelie grunted in agreement. She changed the waypoint used by the car’s autodrive function to the nearest passable fast food location. Lynd didn’t look all that enthused about having fast food yet again but the hunger nagging at her stomach kept her from complaining. A quick transaction later and the pair were filling their stomachs with another greasy meal, washing it down with generous gulps of coffee.
The monolithic PrivSec building came into view. Before, it had filled Emelie with a sense of responsibility, purpose, power. This morning was different, she stared at it with unease before reprimanding herself for being paranoid. “Alright friendo, I’ll see ya after work. I’ve got my eyes on a place, so I’ll stop crashing on your couch.”
Emelie glanced over and her and nodded as Lynd departed the vehicle. She sat in her car for a moment longer, just staring up at the towering onyx structure. The tickling buzz of an incoming call vibrated her inner ear. The ID shown in her implant was blank… she already knew who it was. “Nyx, did you see that press conference?” Emelie asked.
“I did...” she responded simply. “I pulled strings to head up security.” she said in a disinterested fashion. Of course she’d been there in person. “Then you already know that his story do...” Emelie began before the Wraith finished her thought. “Doesn’t add up in the slightest. Yes, I’m perplexed by the official statement given what we found. It’s clear there’s still stockpiles of Serum 4… He seemed to know it as well. I’m not sure what to make of it yet. Still looking into that ID… things are slower when you can’t just use PrivSec resources to search. I’ll contact you with our next move… you should probably get to work instead of sitting in your car...” Nyx said evenly.
Emelie blinked as the line went dead. “Great… good talking with you.” She rolled her eyes. How that woman acted…for as strong as she was. She seemed almost more machine than woman, and it made Emelie sick to her stomach. Nevertheless, Nyx was right. She checked the clock before scampering out of her car, heels clicking against the pavement.
As always, the lobby was just getting busy as the early risers filed in for work. It was just like any other morning… well, almost. Two sharply-dressed women stood around, idly gossiping. The odd detail wasn’t obvious at first, but Emelie spotted it quickly. They were both thickly diapered… There was a faint bulge in their slacks, and the way it really accentuated their ass… The pair must not have scored well in their exam to be put in something so thick. As she walked past she could hear the noticeable crinkling of the thick plastic garment as she shifted her hips. “I’ve got to go change, I’ll see you later.” the taller of the two told her friend before departing. Emelie couldn’t resist curling her lip in disgust.
She cleared security and headed deeper into the labyrinth, reminded of her own needs as breakfast was quickly catching up with her. “Too much coffee...” she lamented, holding her stomach with her hand and giving it a gentle rub. Knowing how bad things were lately it’d probably be best to go sooner rather than later.
Her interface flashed, grabbing her attention. A firmware update? The download was finished in a few seconds. Usually they took at least a minute. Emelie perused the notes, reading over the changes and wondering if there were any nifty new features. It shouldn’t have come as a shock to her. Now featured for all female agents: TSM… Her eye twitched with irritation when she saw a subtle icon pop up towards the bottom of her vision. The toileting status monitor… She could barely restrain her irritation with the new update foisted upon her! She was a grown woman, she didn’t need an implant telling her when to use the bathroom!
Emelie huffed, her already sullen mood considerably darkened. Hagar was already waiting for her, and he didn’t look happy to see her. “My office, now.” he said when she was within earshot. What was going to be a simple day of paperwork and data entry was off to a rocky start. Emelie swallowed dryly and followed him. This was not the tone she expected from her boss after completing a priority B mission.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he drawled. He hadn’t even waited until they were in his office to start chewing her out. She didn’t have an answer… she didn’t even know what she’d done! “I swear to god you, and Veronica both can be such a pain in my ass.” He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, and lit it with an integrated lighter in his fingertip. Emelie had to resist the urge to sneer at the mention of Veronica, a fellow squad leader whom she often butted heads with. The two women were more similar than either of them would care to admit.
Blowing a cloud of sweetly-scented smoke directly into Emelie’s face, he waited to see if she had anything to say for herself before continuing. She twitched, but said nothing. “I’ve got the Department of Compliance all over my ass because of the shit you’ve been pulling the past few days. They’re talking about disciplinary actions if I can’t get you to start following the rules.” He paused again, taking a deep drag on his cigarette and tapping the butt into a star-patterned ashtray. He rubbed the bridge of his nose between two fingers. Emelie could only stare at him with a perplexed expression. “The… Department of Compliance?”
A vein on Hagar’s temple pulsed noticeably. “You haven’t been reading the emails… I can’t believe I’m about to have this conversation with you. I didn’t ever think I’d need to talk to one of my agents about something I talk to my six year-old daughter about.” he said, shaking his head as if he were fed up at the whole situation. The door hissed open behind Emelie. “In.” Hagar said curtly .
Hearing the heels tapping on the ground Emelie instantly knew who it was. The two women gave each other venomous looks as the other team leader sat next to Emelie. Hagar poured himself a small drink having retrieved a bottle from a drawer in his desk. He didn’t offer any to Emelie or Veronica, instead offering them a reproachful look. The two women wilted, shifting awkwardly in their seats as they waited for him to speak.
He cleared his throat after gulping down the amber liquid. “Emelie, I’m going to start this conversation by saying good job. B grade missions aren’t anything to take lightly.” he said, giving the black-haired woman hope this conversation wouldn’t be so bad. She shot a confident smirk towards her rival. “And your team had one last week, Veronica, so kudos to you.” he continued, the brunette rebutted the smirk with one of her own.
“But that being said… this isn’t about mission performance, it’s about following orders! No matter how… ridiculous you might find them!” he scolded the two women, raising his voice. Veronica shrank in her seat and Emelie averted eye contact. “You and your teams both get the job done, but this is unacceptable!”
After a brief pause he waved his hand in the air. Holo-projectors clicked on, displaying a myriad of pictures from their respective missions. Both women turned crimson at the humiliating evidence that was being presented. Having chosen to forgo their protective wear, the results were obvious.
A myriad of shots from all different angles showed the two women on their respective outing. Both blushed scarlet, seeing the obviously soiled combat suits. Emelie cringed, glancing away from all the images projected above the desk. Veronica reacted similarly, averting her gaze at the humiliating pictures.
Hagar leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply before gulping down another glass. An awkward silence fell over the room as the two women squirmed in their seats. Emelie grimaced, feeling the greasy breakfast disagreeing with her stomach. ‘Oh, not now…’ she whimpered quietly. Veronica was otherwise occupied with a damp splotch between her legs, having spurted into her professional outfit when he’d raised his voice.
“The Department of Compliance…if either of you had bothered to read your emails, is the department you’ll both be reporting your…training...to.” Hagar explained. “Training?” the two asked in unison. “Do I really have to spell this out for you…? PrivSec has an image to uphold, and we can’t have you running around…like that…” he paused to gesture to the pictures before dismissing them, deciding the two women had been embarrassed enough by the incriminating photographs.
“You know, under the revised section of the employee handbook I could give you both a spanking as choice of discipline…Seriously though, I’d advise you both read it and wear whatever assigned protection you are. Sentinel and…” he paused to check his notes. “Vanguard, respectively. There’s talk of fines and even suspensions if you don’t comply with the new rules. Bottom line, I don’t want to have to tell you again.” he said gruffly.
Emelie’s attention began to wane as her situation rapidly grew more desperate. She couldn’t even gloat when it was revealed she qualified one rank higher than her rival team leader. A painful gurgle twisted her insides. She grimaced, scrunching her face in pain. Maybe if she could release a bit of gas she’d be able to hold it, maybe the pain would subside a bit.
Trying not to squirm in her seat she clenched the armrests, digging her fingers into the supple leather padding. A bead of sweat ran down her brow as Hagar continued to lecture her and Veronica. Another gurgle caused her to lean forward, a grimace twisting her lips. Fortunately, Hagar was distracted lecturing them, and Veronica was preoccupied with keeping her thighs clenched tightly together to keep the splotch hidden.
The indicator in her HUD was flashing red, telling her she needed to go to the restroom. She just had to release some gas. Biting her lip she quivered, lifting her hips to one side ever so slightly. Carefully, she stopped resisting the painful gassiness. The disgusting muffled sound that resulted would have been comical; she might have even laughed if she wasn’t definitely pooping.The unmistakable oozing sensation of her panties being filled brought a gasp to her lips. By the time she managed to stop she could feel a squishy lump in her panties.
Emelie’s fingers dug into the padding as she felt her anus quiver and twitch, pushing another sticky lump into her panties before she regained control. “Why are you both still sitting there? You’ve got jobs to do!” Hagar snapped at the two women, slamming his fist against his desk. Veronica flinched, another lengthy spurt of urine dampening her trousers. At this point she was certain she was sitting in a small pool of her own urine. The hot liquid continued to pool beneath her until the flow finally tapered to a stop.
Likewise, Emelie gasped in surprise, feeling a wet gush dampen her own panties. A familiar quivering sensation threatened to make the mess in her pants even worse. Both women quickly got to their feet, rapidly scampering away and doing their best to walk normally. Behind them they could hear the muffled exclamations of their boss, likely finding the small puddle Veronica had left on her seat. The two of them quickly picked up the pace, heading straight towards the bathroom.
Normally they would have been at each other’s throats sharing harsh words, but…united in their embarrassment, the only sound between them was the clicking of their shoes on the polished floors. Arriving at the restroom, the two stared in disbelief as a figure stood out front. Construction signs clearly marked the restroom closed. A member of the construction team looked apologetically at them. They could see his eyes looking at the wet splotch creeping down Veronica’s thighs, and his nose wrinkled at the foul smell coming from the back of Emelie’s pants.
“Renovations…” he began awkwardly, forcing his gaze away from their obvious accidents. “But they set up a-” he was interrupted by the sudden grinding screech of starting machinery, followed by a loud crash of something shattering. Veronica jumped at the sudden noise. The rear of her slacks started to sag as she emptied her bowels in mild fright. He pursed his lips turning his back to them so he could shout back inside. “Hey, I told you to be careful with that auger!” Emelie could feel warmth trickling down her inner thighs, but her HUD indicated that it’d just been a small leak, only a few milliliters at most.
“Like I was saying, the DoC set up a changing station in conference room C that you might want to… um… yeah…” he trailed off awkwardly. Veronica's face turned a bright red as she gingerly reached behind her, feeling a soft mound that had accumulated in the seat of her pants. Normally Emelie would have delighted in Veronica’s humiliation (and there was still some part of her that did), but given that she was in the same situation, all she could do was blush in concert with her rival, who had a distinct waddle to her gait as she walked towards the conference room.
“The Department of Compliance…” she whispered under her breath, making her way to her office instead. If Hagar was to be believed she was already in enough trouble with them, showing up like this aside… she let out a small shudder as she slipped into her office, locking the door behind her.
Again, she was faced with the same issue as she had been yesterday. What was she going to clean up with…? A lavender and pink pastel case caught her attention. True to the doctor’s word, the correct garments had been delivered to her office. At least she had something to change into since these panties were ruined...
“Lynd… Lynd” she hissed through her implant, dialing her through the team link menu. The bubbly young woman answered lazily. “Uh, yeah, what is it?”
“I need…” she paused, taking another deep breath. “I need you to bring me some changing supplies.” she hissed. “I… had another accident.” she admitted, swallowing her pride. “But apparently I’m already on thin ice with the DoC, so I can’t go to their changing station.” the blushing raven-haired woman explained. There was a moment’s silence before giggling ensued. “Fiiiiine, give me like, I dunno. Ten minutes?” I’m running some diagnostics.” the slicer offered, getting a begrudging “fine” from Emelie.
She paced around her office, a pronounced waddle in her step. “Hurry up hurry up…” she grumbled, pausing to tug the sticky, soiled fabric of her slacks away from her smeared bottom. “What is taking her so long...” the impatient woman moaned, gesturing towards the windows of her office for some much needed ventilation. It had already been precisely ten minutes and still there was no Lynd to be found.
The door to her office hissed open and in snuck Lynd. The expression on her face said something was up. “That was crazy! Like… I thought I was going to get caught and in trouble just for… uhg… you really stink.” she said, fanning the air in front of her nose. “Shut… up.” Emelie hissed at her through gritted teeth. “I know that it smells!”
Lynd just snickered at her. After how insufferably proud she’d been at not wetting her bed this morning, this was a welcome reminder of the degrading situation they shared, no matter how hard Emelie tried to fight it. “Just… give them here.” she said, waving her hand at her. Lynd complied… almost. At the last moment she snatched the package back. A howl of immature laughter came from the younger girl. The agent twitched, seething with irritation. Seeing the look on Emelie’s face, Lynd swallowed nervously. Wisely, she handed over the package of wipes and left without another word.
Once the door had shut behind her, Emelie slowly began the arduous task of cleaning herself up. She removed her blouse and jacket to make sure they didn’t accidentally get soiled with her waste as she cleaned up. With the dexterity one would normally reserve for disarming a particularly irritable bomb, she slowly removed her pants in an effort to save them from ruin. They were damp, and some of her mess had smeared from her thigh. A little work with the wipes though, and they’d be… wearable.
She took a deep breath, turning around to look at herself in the mirror. Dressed in only her heavily soiled panties and bra, she examined the sagging bulge. A heavy sigh escaped her lips; another pair of panties thoroughly ruined. The package of protective pullups stared back at her from her desk, mocking her with their cutesy designs. “Disgusting...” she muttered. She hated herself for letting her thoughts drift, but she couldn’t help thinking of the pictures Aria had sent her last night.
There was no one in her office… she clenched the elastic waist of her panty and gave a slight tug. Unable to stop herself, she let out a subdued moan at the sensation. The warm squish… as disgusting as it was, she couldn’t deny the tingle it sent through her hips. “Enough playing around….” she muttered to herself, banishing the dirtier thoughts from her mind as she finished undressing, removing her filthy panties before she made a worse mess.
Cleanup was, as ever, arduous...to say the least. It seemed like there was no end to the sticky poop that coated her backside. Just when she thought she was finished, a wipe would find a missed spot of filth, tarnishing the innocent white a gross mottled brown. Countless wipes later, it was finally time to don her new undergarments, foisted upon her by the unrelenting corporate structure in an attempt to cover up her own potty problems.
The plastic packaging tore open easily enough, revealing the tightly packed disposable garments contained within. Plucking one of the infantile pairs of protective wear from the bunch, she unfolded the sides and tugged it up one leg at a time. Like the previous time she’d worn something similar it was noticeable but…mercifully it was not one of those bulky monstrosities she’d seen advertised.
With the wipes and soiled panties disposed of and her slacks hanging over the edge of her desk to finish drying, she fell into her seat with a sigh. “I’ll wake up any minute… any minute now and it’ll all be just some twisted dream.” she said with a sardonic, biting laugh. Swiveling in her chair she stared out the window, sitting in her office with nothing but her huggies around her hips.
The monotony of doing paperwork set in. As soon as her pants had dried enough she’d redressed, feeling a sense of normalcy returning, even if it was undermined by the padding between her thighs. Cups of coffee, water, and snacks kept her going throughout the day, and getting up to hunt for a bathroom as well. With the bathroom on their floor closed for renovations, the extra time spent trekking to the floor above or below brought some extremely close calls. By the time she’d started her personnel performance evaluation, the gusset of her pullup was noticeably damp. There was a part of her that was glad for the protection, loathe that she was to admit it. Had she not been wearing them, it would have left her with a noticeable wet splotch on her pants.
The paperwork dragged on, and with the incessant urges to use the toilet progress was slow. By the time she finished it was nearing eight o'clock. The sun had long since set, and the pale glow of the aurora lit up the sky. Despite the actinic glow of advertisements that pulsed throughout the city like neon blood, it was still visible. She gave a spin in her chair and huffed hair from her face. Lynd had come and asked her if she was done hours ago. Said something about Joshua coming to pick her up instead.
Giving another spin she shut her eyes, rubbing the sides of her head before coming to a stop, facing the holo projected images above her desk. Just a little bit more and she’d go relax with Aria at the club. She was also eager to change out of the now bloated and swollen pullup squishing beneath her. The clammy padding was all the more impetus to finish up.
Finally after another thirty minutes, the last of the mission reports were finalized and sent away to Hagar and whomever else would be reviewing them. All sorts of teams whose job it was to make sure the PrivSec units operated at peak efficiency. Standing up from her chair, she gave a quiet yawn before wriggling out of her pants. She poked a finger against the sodden padding. It felt so much thicker compared to first putting it on. The bulk of the swollen absorbent gel rebounded against her fingertip, spreading her thighs apart.
With the last cup of water asking for relief she shrugged. Spreading her legs slightly she relaxed the hold over her bladder, feeling the warmth pool into the already wet garment before it could be absorbed. The hot liquid surrounded her sensitive mons for only a teasing moment. She was too tired to go hunt down a bathroom again, and it was already wet…it wasn’t like it was an accident. She was still in control, she purposefully used her pullup…it was different…right?
She tore off the sides of the spent garment and set to work with a wipe, cleansing her flesh. There was some irritation around her groin. Sitting in a damp diaper hadn’t done her skin any favors. Emelie gave an agitated growl at the beginning signs of diaper rash. She remembered laughing at the notion when perusing some of the DoC propaganda that had come through her email. “Diaper rash...” she grumbled, tugging on a fresh pullup once she was satisfied that she no longer smelled of urine.
Finally free of her duties, she stretched as the door to her office shut behind her. There were still people about; the building was never empty, but compared to midday it was practically silent. The construction crews had long since ceased their work for the day and the constant click of heels upon polished floors was eerily absent. Making her way back to her car, she gave one last look back up at the testament to corporate strength before starting her night.
Collapsing into the plush leather seat of her sedan, she input the address of Aria’s club and let the autonomous system take control. The car navigated the congested streets on it’s own whilst she perused some of her favorite storefronts on the net. Stifling another yawn, she raised her hands above her head and arched her back. “Going to need an energy drink.” she said sleepily. It didn’t take much longer for her to find herself restlessly napping.
Emelie awoke with a start. Her car had suddenly lurched to a stop. Her eyes widened; fortunately the seatbelt kept her from flying into the windshield. She glared at the younger pair who had walked out in front of her car. Where a groggy exhaustion had been in control before, she was suddenly wide awake. “Pay some fucking attention!” she cursed at the pedestrians, who in turn returned the favor, flying their middle fingers at the startled woman. Tempted to get out of her car and beat their asses, she decided against it.
Besides, Club Sin was right there. Feeling reinvigorated she exited the car, letting it ferry itself off to find a parking spot. She smirked as the pair quickened their pace, seeing the intimidatingly dressed woman depart her car.
Straightening out her vest, she was waved inside. As one of Aria’s VIPs she’d never have to do anything so mundane as waiting in line. She waved to one of the security guards she often saw working. Wandering inside, it was the same Club Sin that always welcomed her back. Shockwaves of bass rattled the walls, along with the smell of smoked serum, liquor and… was that… urine? She wrinkled her nose, wandering inside. “Aria’s in her office.” a feminine voice told her as she walked by one of the employees. She simply smiled making her way towards the bar.
“Substation… make it a double.” she asked with a toothy grin. The adrenaline from the sudden stop was rapidly wearing off. A caffeine-filled alcoholic drink was just what the doctor ordered. Emelie watched the bartender mix the drink. Truthfully, she couldn’t say what was in it, but she knew it tasted good and gave her a kick in the ass.
The neon-yellow drink was placed in front of her. Whatever chemicals they dipped the rim of the glass in couldn’t be good for her…but the tingly sensation was worth it. She took a sip, coughing at the intense burn. Maybe a double wasn’t the greatest idea. She choked down another gulp.
“Surprise~” a voice whispered in her ear. Emelie jumped, instinctively whirling around and nearly throwing her drink into the air. Aria stood there with a hand covering her mouth, laughing maniacally. “I thought you were in your office.” Emelie spat at her. Aria smirked “I told them to tell you that, a little payback from last night.”
Emelie couldn’t stay mad. She smirked before breaking into laughter. “That’s fair. I suppose I deserved that. I’m going to kick your ass later though, regardless.” she said, pointing her drink at the darker skinned woman. Aria stood there in her slinky dress, stylish jacket pulled over her shoulders. “Oh, I’m so scared, my little murtaziq.” she teased.
Emelie stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Aria’s neck and pulling her close. The smell of liquor was already heavy on her breath. “Those pictures you sent me last night were really sexy~” she whispered, a lusty growl in her voice as she nibbled on her ear. “I’m glad you appreciated them. Would have been better if you were here, but I understand the busy life of a super soldier.” Aria continued to tease her as Emelie rolled her eyes. “I’m hardly a super soldier.” she said dismissively.
Aria paused, pursing her lips for a moment. “Come.” she said curtly, marching towards her office. Emelie blinked in surprise, taking another sip from her energizing drink as she followed. The quick lift took them to the upper floors where Aria led Emelie into her office. Her assistant was already there. “Senya.” she snapped her fingers. “I’m in need of a change.” she said sternly, moving into position and laying down on the coffee table which now… doubled as a diaper changing station, apparently.
“Do you need a change as well dear?” she asked, glancing up at Emelie, whose cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment. “N...no, of course not.” she pouted. “Suit yourself.” Aria said matter of factly, with a dismissive grunt. With her dress hiked up Emelie could see the absolutely soaked garment taped around her hips. She could see droplets of liquid coalescing on the leg gathers, threatening to leak if she dared release her bladder again. Seeing an opportunity to gain the upper hand over Aria she moved into position, holding her hand out as Senya approached with a fresh, thick diaper.
“You’re soaked! Did the little girl have too much to drink?” she teased, holding her own drink. Unlike Aria teasing her it sounded forced, rigid. Despite the awkward powerplay Aria still blushed, giving Emelie a dangerous look. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the mess you made in my office… in your pants” she said, her voice melting into a saccharine sweet tone. Emelie nearly choked on her drink as Aria brought up the night she’d been hoping to forget. “Th...that was just an accident! But this… did someone forget to use the big girl’s room?” Emelie persevered, not giving up so easily. She even went so far as to press a hand against the sodden padding, squeezing a few drops of pee onto the table.
Senya stared at the two, unsure if she should leave while they played their little game. Aria rolled her eyes, lifting her foot as she pressed dexterously against Emelie’s padded groin, coaxing a sharp inhale from the standing woman. “Stopping to use the restroom would have slowed down business, and unlike a certain little girl I know, I’m not proud enough to go without what I clearly need.” she said, kneading her toes against the front of Emelie’s slacks. “Now, sweetie, mommy needs a diaper change.” she said with an air of finality. Emelie trembled, resisting the urge to rock her hips against Aria’s delicate foot. She begrudgingly took a step back, allowing Senya to take her place.
Aria paid little attention to what was going on, checking on her business through her implants while Senya tended to her saturated padding. The heavy garment was removed and handed to Emelie. “Dispose of this, please.” her assistant requested. Emelie carried the heavy diaper to the trash, letting it fall with a wet plop into the bin. She could scarcely believe how heavy it was. By the time she’d turned around, Senya had already taped Aria into a fresh diaper.
Standing up, she let her dress fall back into place, straightening it with her hands before smirking at Emelie. Tonight didn’t seem like a night she’d be able to get the upper hand… She swallowed the rest of her drink setting the glass on her desk. “Senya, if you would.” Aria asked, pointing at the glass. “Of course, Miss Mouzaya.” she said, rushing past Emelie and plucking the glass from her desk on her way out.
“Pants down.” she said firmly. “I want to see if you were really telling the truth about not needing a change. After all, I can’t have you running around my club and piddling on the floors again.” she teased, her smirk growing more and more predatory by the second. Emelie folded her arms across her chest giving a defiant look. Too late. Aria was already within arm’s reach, grabbing at her slacks, tugging them down before Emelie could grab a hold of them.
“Oh, how utterly adorable.” Aria teased as the childishly printed pullups came into view. “Are those your new standard-issue battle pants?” she continued, not showing any mercy. Emelie groaned, covering her face with embarrassment. “Shut up!” she snapped at her as she continued to work her slacks down until they were around her knees, her padded panties on full display. “Hmmmm” Aria announced as she fondled her between the legs. “You’re a little wet, but… you’ll be fine so long as you don’t have an accident. Make sure you tell mommy if you need the potty.” she said, getting in one last dig, reminding her what happened when she was challenged.
Emelie kept her face covered with her hands as Aria tugged her pants back up, giving her a playful swat on the backside. “Come on, let’s go dance, cutie.” she said, taking her hand in her own, dragging her out into the club. |
I come bearing christmas gifts. Some fun little statistic cards of all the leading ladies done by a good friend of the Council LeakyPanties. As well as a new chapter below, enjoy.
Music, lights, alcohol lowering her inhibitions. It made it easy to lose herself and just dance with Aria. The biggest distraction was the drink she’d imbibed earlier making itself known. The irritatingly familiar sensation of a full bladder tried to coax her away from the dance floor, but Aria was having none of it. Each time she stepped away or glanced towards the restrooms, Aria seemed to pounce. Circling around behind her she would wrap her arms around Emelie’s chest and nibble on her ear. Or, she’d teasingly run her fingers down her back and squeeze her ass.
“Come on Aria, I need to take a break.” Emelie said nervously through their private channel. Aria’s eyes glittered in the pulsing light of the club. She had the look of a predator on her face again. “Fine, I’ll get another drink. Run along to the potty.” she said after a moment. Emelie was surprised she relented, expecting more of a game from her. Blushing at the toilet being referred to as the potty she kept her mouth shut lest Aria change her mind.
Squeezing her way through the throng of dancing bodies Emelie retreated from the dance floor. It was moments like this that weighed heavily on her. She contemplated the impacts the changes had on her life so far. Always feeling like she needed to be close to a bathroom, undermining her confidence in general, worrying about her male coworkers taking her seriously and of course… the obvious. There was a line outside the women’s room. The line wasn’t too long fortunately but still… she would have preferred not to wait at all. Emelie glanced over her shoulder towards the men’s room.
“Shit!” the woman in front of her gasped, suddenly jamming her hands between her legs. A brief change into thermal sight confirmed the obvious. She was using her diaper and the woman two places ahead of her appeared to have already soiled herself as well. Emelie sighed, feeling a sympathetic twinge in her bladder coax another dribble into her padding. The leak caused her to straighten up. She inhaled loudly, clenching her thighs together in an effort to preclude the leak from turning into a deluge. “Fuck it.” she hissed under her breath. Screw waiting in this line… Marching towards the men’s room she threw the door open as waves of desperation began to grow more urgent. The toileting status module icon in her implant was once again starting to flash. Bladder capacity eighty-nine percent full!
She groaned, opening the door. Having to pause to get a hold of urges she thrust one hand between her legs to hold herself. The damp sensation reminded her of earlier in her office… when she’d just flooded her pull-up rather than trudging to the bathroom again. She could just do that again… Emelie, tempted by the thought shook her head as the stalls came into view. No… already she could feel her cheeks burning red with embarrassment at the memory of earlier. The few men inside stared at her for a moment as she hobbled past them. One opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but a sharp glare preempted any attempts at conversation.
The bathrooms were surprisingly quiet, thick sound deadening material dividing the sleek restroom from the rest of the noisy club. Ninety-one percent… the icon was really flashing now. Kicking open the door since both hands had become jammed between her legs revealed the porcelain throne. Urgency spiked seeing relief within her grasp. A long guttural groan escaped her mouth as she felt a slow trickle starting tickle her lips. Emelie could feel the soft padding starting starting to warm beneath her fingers. Ninety… eighty-eight… eighty-seven percent… it took all of her strength but with the help of a childish potty dance she managed to stop pissing in front of the stall.
Stepping forward triggered the toilet to prematurely flush. A sudden noisy gush of liquid as water was sucked away. The agent froze in place, her quivering muscles buckled at the roaring rush. Eighty-five… eighty-one… seventy-six… sixty-eight… She was pissing, forcefully into her sentinel, feet from the toilet. An extended “nooooo” left her lips as she watched the meter as it continued to fall lower and lower, her protection growing warmer and wetter. Emelie stood there, in the stall, hunched over as she helplessly emptied her bladder. As the stream of urine continued to flow from between her legs she wondered just how much urine could one woman hold.
Fortunately her pullup held for the most part. A solitary rivulet ran down her thigh before soaking into her pants. When it was finally over, she had to take a moment to catch her breath. “Fuck...” she finally mumbled. Reaching between her legs the squish of very sodden padding greeted her fingertips. At least it was pleasantly warm… but it felt wet… worryingly wet. It would need some time to really absorb by the padding. At least she didn’t have to trudge out of the men’s room in pissy slacks. Lest she attract an audience Emelie quickly retreated, soggy padding drooping wetly between her thighs. She had to get back to Aria before she suspected something.
She found her by the bar, Aria took two glasses, handing one to Emelie. “Did my big girl make it to the potty?” she teased, really twisting the verbal knife. She balked at the question doing her best to awkwardly play off the inquiry. “Of course.” she lied through her teeth, giving a dismissive wave of her hand. Aria chuckled, taking a sip of her drink, staring straight at her. Emelie couldn’t tell if the shrewd business woman bought her lie. All she knew was it felt naughty, like she was lying to her mother. She tried not to break Aria’s unflinching gaze but caved, taking a sip of her fresh drink. Aria smiled after a moment. “Good good. Come on, I wasn’t finished dancing~” she said, dragging her back out to the dance floor.
The same dancer that had been here the last time Emelie had visited was back, dancing on the stage. Song blended into song and before Emelie knew it they’d been dancing for at least another hour. To let the stress of the outside world melt away and just move to the rhythm with Aria was a much needed respite. The past week had been… stressful to say the least.
Drunkenly they both kissed each other, their dancing at this point more just swaying to the beat. Locked in each other’s arms Emelie had forgotten all about her sodden pullup, enjoying her time with Aria. They kissed again, sloppily. Wet lips, smeared with saliva and lipstick, she couldn’t get enough of her. Emelie’s lips tingled each time they brushed against Aria’s. So enthralled with Aria, Emelie didn’t even notice her sodden pullup having grown clammy and cool. Nor did she notice the further irritation of her skin caused by her lack of a change.
“Come on, let’s go back to my office~” Aria purred into her ear hungrily. The tone in her voice made Emelie’s knees quiver. She nodded, squeezing her tightly, kissing her once more. Like giggly young girls they made their way back to Aria’s office, fondling each other and snickering the whole time. “Someone can’t keep her hands to herself tonight~” Aria teased. Emelie grinned playfully back at her. “Look who’s talking~”
The door to her top floor office hissed open as they tumbled through, nearly tripping over each other. As soon as the door shut behind them Aria turned to face her, wrapping her arms around her lower back. “Is there anything you want to tell me first sweetie~” she began. Emelie furrowed her brow, confused by the question. The raven-haired woman shook her head. She didn’t think so… unless… she meant… a hot blush began to rise in her cheeks again. Her completely saturated pullup… she’d forgotten all about it. Now however, she was keenly aware of the heavy padding chafing her skin. “Are you sure?”
Emelie shuddered, pinching her thighs together. Aria continued staring through her. “Well, if you aren’t going to tell me I suppose I’ll just have to punish you~”. Emelie felt her heart flutter with excitement. They both enjoyed these games and the thought of being punished, dampened her already wet diaper. It was disgusting and wrong and childish and humiliating but… she couldn’t deny the allure. Lost in her thoughts she felt Aria’s hands on her pants, swiftly pulling them open. The smell of stale urine intensified as she let the trousers pool around Emelie’s shoes. There she stood, in the middle of Aria’s office with nothing around her legs except for one completely saturated pullup.
“What’s this? My little girl couldn’t hold it?” she asked, admonishing her with the rhetorical question. Emelie groaned, covering her face with her hands. The humiliation was very… very real for the proud woman. She yelped when her inner thigh received a harsh swat from the olive-skinned woman. “I asked you a question!” she snapped.
“I didn’t make it...” she blurted out, letting her hands fall helplessly to her side. “What was that Murtaziq?” she asked, pressing her fingers against the squishy padding. “I… didn’t make it to the toilet and I...” she paused, hoping Aria wasn’t going to make her say it but… the lingering silence and the expectant look told her otherwise. “and I peed my pants...” she admitted.
“Tsk tsk tsk.” Aria chided, letting the awkward silence hang in the air for a while longer. Emelie squirmed under her dominant gaze. Circling around behind her she grasped the lapel of Emelie’s blazer and removed it, tossing it aside. One by one she was losing any semblance of maturity. After that her holster was removed Aria setting it carefully on her desk. “I think you’re far too immature to be playing with such a dangerous toy.” she teased.
Emelie huffed, folding her arms over her chest. “I’m not a child Aria I ju...” Aria interrupted it, a dangerous tone in her voice. “just spent the night dancing in your pissy diaper because you were too embarrassed to tell me you needed a change?” she retorted. “Probably gave yourself a rash too. I mean honestly Emelie, you know how obvious it was? Not only were you waddling back to me but about five minutes in it leaked all over your pants.” she said, covering her mouth as she broke into laughter at her expense.
Another groan left Emelie’s lips, of course she had known the whole time. “Fortunately you didn’t pee all over my dance floor… though you wouldn’t be the first… my cleaning expenses have skyrocketed!” she exclaimed, removing her vest and unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall open. “Mmph, you’re really soaked.” she purred, draping her arms over her shoulders from behind, pressing herself up against her. One hand infiltrated her open shirt, squeezing her breast. Her other slid down her stomach, fingertips tracing along her skin. She knew the ultimate destination and she didn’t resist. Aria’s hand came to rest on the soggy padding pressing it against her groin. “Soggy soggy soggy.” she teased, kneading around the squishy material.
She couldn’t stop herself from rocking her hips against Aria’s hand moaning again as the warm, gel-like material rubbed against her sensitive spot. “Ohh yes, just like that.” she moaned, her voice quivering, breathy. Aria continued to tease her through her padding, digging her fingertips into her partner’s breast. “Naughty pissy little girls don’t get to have the fun they want~” she teased, biting the nape of Emelie’s neck. “W...what?” she asked, wincing at the nibble. Her voice laden with disappointment.
Aria let her fingers linger for a moment longer before removing them from her groin. “You heard me.” she stated simply, grabbing the waistband of her pullup. “Pissy, little girls don’t get to have the fun they want.” she repeated “and what are you?”
Emelie shrank against Aria, shutting her eyes. “don’t make me say it...” she implored but… she knew, when Aria had that tone in her voice… The silence continued until there was the slight rustling of Aria tugging up the front of Emelie’s pullup, forcing the warm padding against her folds eliciting a gasp of disgust and arousal from the raven-haired victim. “I’m... I’m a pissy little girl, I’m a pissy little girl!” she exclaimed rapidly. “I know! I think you need some discipline”
It all happened so quickly, her head foggy from arousal, alcohol and the embarrassment. Em felt the rear of her padding suddenly pulled up. The wet squish of her soggy pullup being wedge between her shapely ass preceded the sensation of urine trickling down her thighs as it was squeezed from the saturated padding. Out of nowhere WHAP! Aria’s hand, swift and sudden, impacted her bottom. Catching the agent entirely off-guard she yelped in pain, flinching from the sudden spank. In response, her body betrayed her, stunned back into infantile levels of potty training. A noisy fllblatch and the seat of her sentinel sagged, pushed away from her ass by a mound of mushy poop.
Aria furrowed her brow, wrinkling her nose at the sudden smell of a poopy diaper emanating from Emelie. “Nooo, not again..” Emelie whined, pulling herself from Aria’s grasp, tenderly touching the rear of her protection. Fortunately she’d only gone from fifty-seven percent full to ten percent but still… it left a noticeable bulge and a sticky sensation clinging to her ass. “Emelie! You’re supposed to do that in the potty, those little pullups aren’t meant for those kind of accidents!” Aria scolded her. Not letting her get away that easily she swatted at the exposed flesh of her outer buttocks. Emelie whirled around catching Aria’s hand, on the verge of tears.
“I’m… I’m not playing!” she snapped angrily. Aria stared at the distraught woman for a moment before sighing. She nodded and leaned forward kissing her passionately on the lips. Emelie relaxed her grip, letting Aria’s wrist fall from her hand. “Here, look.” she said, pulling away from the sulking Emelie. She wriggled out of her jacket, tossing it to the couch before reaching behind her and slowly unzipping her dress, letting the silky fabric fall into a pool of cloth around her feet. Emelie’s eyes widened at the sight of her. Naked, save for the bloated and swollen diaper around her hips.
The floral pattern on the front had all but faded. A darkened slightly yellow splotch covered the entire front of the obviously wet diaper. Slowly she turned around and Emelie could see a lumpy faint brown discoloration tenting out the rear of the diaper as well. “Do you see?” she asked, a slight hint of red coloring her cheeks at the reveal. “But when did you...” Emelie began. Aria waved her hand dismissively. “While we were dancing, it was an accident. By the time I realized I was going I just decided to finish in my diaper”
“but… you’re so confident… you’re not embarrassed?” Emelie asked, feeling a bit better knowing she wasn’t the only one who had messed her diaper. Aria looked quite irritated by the question, blushing a bit brighter. “Of course I am… it is humiliating!” she snapped, cursing under her breath in a foreign tongue. She thwapped Emelie on the side of the head for the insulting question. “Soiling myself like a two year old, having my assistant change my diapers” she continued, restraining her irritation. “But it is the reality that we face Emelie and I’m not going to let this… little issue stand in the way of my plans.” she said, her frustration all but gone from her face, replaced with a sweet smile. “You adapt, and as disgusting as it is… I find the sensation of a full diaper to be… rather pleasant.” she admitted, reaching behind her and pressing the seat of her dirty diaper against her ass with a faint squelch. Aria shuddered at the action.
Emelie looked revolted by the act but… she had done the same thing with her last accident. Just a little squish… “and so, I have accepted my situation. If I could stop wearing these accursed things tomorrow I would, without a second thought but for now I’ll do what I must. Do you trust me Emelie?” Aria asked, walking past her to the wall, hips swaying hypnotically. “Of course.”
“Good.” Aria smiled pulling something from a drawer that receded into the wall. Returning, she held a large massager in her hand, a coy smirk on her face. “Come.” she said simply, moving to the couch. She sat down, paying little attention to the mess she had just sat in. A quiet moan escaped her lips. She lay back, squirming a little as she did. The vibrating head hummed quietly as it was flicked on. Aria pressed it against her sodden diaper and moaned loudly. She had to take a moment to catch her breath, her whole body tingled, she curled her toes and with all of her willpower paused for a moment. “Now, straddle my hips, you can put your knee on the couch.” she instructed, guiding Emelie until they were pressing their diapered hips together.
“Ready?” Aria asked. Emelie looked hesitant. Couldn’t they change first… clean up? Having sex in a shitty diaper wasn’t exactly what she had pictured happening tonight but… she trusted Aria. The woman laying on the couch beneath her looked up, mouthing the word ‘adapt’ to her. Emelie nodded, biting her lip as she pressed her hips firmly against the vibrator.
Aria flicked the device on again and both women let out a squeal of pleasure as arousal surged in their bodies. The vibrations dampened by the padding seemed to engulf their hips. They’d played like this before but this was different… far different. With the padding they could really grind against each other, pressing the massager firmly between them. The noises between them, the crinkling of the outer plastic shell, the squishing of the soggy padding, the squelches of the mushy messes, the hum of the vibrator and their gasps and moans. It was a strange symphony of pleasure as they both gave in, straining and sweating, humping each other like desperate schoolgirls.
“C...closer” Aria stammered through shallow breaths. She reached around, grabbing Emelie by the bulging mound in her pullup and pulled her closer with a muddy squelch. The vibrations intensified and a surge of pleasure rushed through her, earning a long guttural moan as she pressed her ass against Aria’s hand. Wriggling and squirming at the disgusting but pleasurable sensation of her own mess being squished against her bottom she shuddered. At this rate it wasn’t going to take long to make her cum.
Little spasms in her pelvic area accompanied her movements. She quivered and twitched each time she thrust her hips forward edging ever closer. Aria likewise slid her hand down to her own diaper, gently caressing the distended bulge. Her other hand held the vibrator tightly. Finally, she pressed her hand against the lumpy bulge, shutting her eyes. A higher pitched moan left her lips, she squeezed her thighs together. Aria, renowned businesswomen, mature, beautiful, wealthy… was climaxing in her shit filled diaper. The sight sent Emelie over the edge. One last thrust of her hips forward, the vibrations stimulating her clit was more than she could resist. She joined Aria, curling her toes as it happened, arching her back, collapsing against her partner’s chest, laying atop the olive-skinned woman.
The pair lay there, in post-orgasmic bliss, the vibrator continuing to hum away between them. Little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through both of them coaxing a twitch or a dribble of cum or urine… neither could be sure which at this point. A small fetid puddle had accumulated underneath Aria, their combined ministrations resulting in a pair of leaky diapers. Silence enveloped them, both women keenly aware of what they’d just done… how enjoyable it had been… how ashamed they both felt. Neither wished to break the silence, it felt as if one would be assuming responsibility for what just happened if she were to speak up.
The smell however… was getting unbearable. “We should… clean up.” Aria finally spoke after a few minutes of silence. The dopamine high was fading as was the warmth from their diapers. The sticky, clammy filth clinging to their skin far less enjoyable now and because of their… boisterous actions had spread around even further towards the front of their protection. Emelie nodded untangling herself from Aria, pulling herself up from the couch. Aria soon followed, brownish trickles running down her legs from the leaky diaper. Guilt… both of them felt it, they shouldn’t be enjoying this should they… they were grown women, they shouldn’t be messing their pants and then playing with it. Even the unflappable Aria was blushing. “Sorry about the couch… I think I leaked...” Emelie mumbled, gesturing to the small puddle on the faux leather cushion. “It can be cleaned.” Aria replied dismissively, opening the adjacent door from her office to a master bathroom.
“Could I… have a moment of privacy to...” Emelie began, gesturing down to her dirty pullup. Aria sighed looking slightly irritated. Nevertheless, she acquiesced. “Go ahead.” she said, tugging at the sagging diaper around her hips, pulling it away from her skin. Emelie rushed into the bathroom shutting the door behind her. She tore the sides of her destroyed pullup away letting it fall to the ground with a splat before tossing her shirt aside. The water reacted to her presence and the shower automatically turned on as she stepped in. She didn’t dare look at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t bear to see herself again with shit smeared all over her ass and thighs.
The murky brown water pooling in the bottom of the shower quickly turned clear as the water helped wash away her shame. An uncomfortable Aria stepped into the private restroom a few moments later. Emelie could hear the ripping of the tapes as she undid her own dirty diaper. She stepped into the shower, joining her under the steaming water. Emelie could see the shit smeared against her backside and stepped out of the way as the water in the bottom of the shower turned a murky brown. Aria turned to face her after rinsing off, there was a coy smile on her face. “I told you that you’d enjoy it.” she said simply as she reached for the soap. “I’d rather not talk about it...” Emelie said sullenly. “Suit yourself dear.”
“Um… how did you get it to not… smell? Well… smell that bad.” Emelie asked. Aria raised her eyebrow “Oh, you mean my bowel movement?” Aria asked matter of factly. Em nodded as she shampooed her hair. “I’ve taken a layered approach to managing my incontinence.” she began. Emelie flinched, hearing her utter the words ‘my incontinence’ as if it saying it aloud solidified their condition permanently.
“Obviously I can’t eliminate all of the smell but I’ve found two things help immensely… well three. I’ve tablets that I take with each meal that aid in digestion and help with the smell. The tape up kind are far better at containing the smell than your dainty little pullups. I’ve also come out with my own brand of powder. It helps keep your skin nice and dry not to mention suppressing any odors. It’s been selling like crazy.” Aria said with a laugh. Of course she’d find a way to profit off this, Emelie could hardly blame her.
“Still haven’t come up with a name for it. Venom or toxin or something edgy like that. For bad girls who want to smell good.” she said with a giggle, amused at her own wordplay. Emelie couldn’t help but chuckle a little too. There was something morbidly fascinating with their desire to maintain a mature facade in the face of such a childish problem. “I’m sure you’ll think of something...”
The two continued showering, lathering themselves with soap, forgetting all about what had just transpired. Emelie opened her eyes after washing her face. Aria was staring straight at her, hair matted to her face. “So, is this official now?” she spoke, catching Emelie offguard. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she played dumb. “What...”
“You know precisely what I mean. Us, this… you, me.” Aria continued, a hint of exasperation in her voice. The sound of the water raining down was the only saving grace from an awkward silence as Emelie gathered her thoughts. She didn’t know where her aversion to commitment came from but she had a hard time saying yes to such things. “Aria I...” she started, taking a moment to think. She stared at the exotic looking woman. Under the running water her mouth felt dry. She liked Aria… a lot… but she liked her freedom… and Joshua… and… Her mind was racing. She had been spending more time with her lately, maybe she was trying to tell herself something. She looked up at Aria, her gaze unwavering. “Fine...” she choked out.
“Fine?” Aria repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You know, these things are often done with some excitement.” she ribbed her. Emelie blushed, her nervousness melting into a goofy smile. “yes… of course… that would be… I’d like that.” she stammered. Aria ruffled her hair, sending water flying everywhere until Emelie smacked her hand away. “Good~” Aria responded, satisfied with her answer, draping her arms around her shoulders, pulling her close. Her fingertips traced along the wet flesh downwards and downwards until the two found themselves making love in the shower. Outside in the office hadn’t been enough and now, wet, naked, clean they ravished each other.
When they finally returned to her office everything was tidied up for them. Emelie’s clothes had been cleaned, folded and hung up next to the door. Aria had a set of clothes waiting for her on her desk and on the coffee table, impossible to ignore were two thick diapers. Aria yawned, gesturing for her to lay down. “I’ll help you with yours.”
Emelie grumbled, accepting the instruction, tossing her towel aside. “Fine, but I don’t need these thick ones.” she insisted. Aria simply chuckled dismissively. “Of course not dear, but they’re what I have.” Aria taped her into the thick diaper expediently giving her a liberal dusting of the powder she’d been talking to her about earlier. Once the tapes were fastened and Emelie was trapped in the snug fitting prison she patted the front. “Alright, my turn.”
Emelie climbed off the couch, paling at the deafening crinkle coming from the garment. Even the smallest of movements elicited a noisy rustle from the damn thing. She was immediately grateful for her A ranking. She moved to pull on her suit as Aria whistled quietly, putting on her own diaper. Her trousers only just fit over the bulky padding. If she bent over she could feel the fabric pulling taught against her diaper bulge. “It’s so obvious...” she lamented. Aria glanced at her. “Oh quit complaining, every woman in the damn city is wearing something similar. You can change in the morning. Come on, I’m exhausted.”
At the mention of being exhausted, Emelie had to suppress a yawn as well. She too was quite tired. Emelie didn’t bother tucking in her blouse and as soon as Aria was dressed the pair departed. The club was still bustling with activity but the crowd had thinned substantially. It was getting late. “Senya, you know what to do.” Aria told her assistant as they walked past. She gave a curt nod towards her boss. “I know you have work tomorrow so you can drive. Let’s go to my place, I want to sleep next to you.”
Walking out to the street Emelie’s sedan slowly glided up to them. “Milady.” She opened the door for Aria, snickering at the overly dramatic gesture of politeness. Aria shook her head. The pair sped off into the brisk evening, bathed in neon light.
While Aria didn’t have ultralux money she was certainly a tier above Emelie’s standard of living. The raven-haired agent always forgot just how nice Aria’s small penthouse was. She had a decent view of the city, downtown loomed in the distance and you could even see the PrivSec building from the balcony. For just a moment, she allowed herself to fantasize about living there before Aria dragged her to the bedroom. “It is time for sleep.” She announced. Emelie knew that tone of voice, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Emelie just nodded, yawning again as she stripped down to her padded undergarments. Aria did the same. In a few seconds flat the two collapsed into bed, curling up in each other’s arms.
“Now class, I want you to welcome Ms. Blackstar. She came all the way from PrivSec to tell you about what being a Private Security agent is like, helping keep SANAM city safe!”. Emelie walked into the classroom, smiling at the young children rustling noisily with every step. There was something familiar about the teacher. Emelie couldn’t put her finger on it, the long dark hair, her olive skin. “Thank you Miss Mouzaya.” Emelie began, clearing her throat. “Yes, I’m Field Commander Blackstar. I have my own...”
An audacious little snot interrupted her. “Is it true you wear diapers?” one of the faceless children asked. Emelie balked at the question, cheeks turning bright red. She squeezed her thighs together feeling the crinkly bulk between them. “I heard they all do because they pee their pants.” another voice spoke up, the classroom tittering with amusement. “N… no of course not I...”
“Look, you can totally see it!” a more astute student opined. “She is wearing a diaper!”. The tittering grew into uncontrolled giggling. Emelie glanced towards the teacher, a pleading look on her face to get her unruly classroom under control. “Now now class, settle down. Just because Agent Blackstar wears a protective undergarment doesn’t mean she’s any less of an agent.” the teacher began. Emelie felt faint, this was not what she had expected the teacher to say.
“Sometimes she gets frightened and has an accident. It’s quite common for women in her line of work.” The teacher explained as if it was perfectly normal. All Emelie could do was stand there, speechless. “In fact, I think it would help if you showed them so they could see.” she added. Her eyes widened, she shook her head but could feel her hands moving to her waist. Undoing her belt, pulling her pants down to her knees revealed the shamefully thick diaper. “See class? It’s perfectly normal.”
The young children burst into laughter at the sight of the grown woman displaying her huggies to them. She choked back her embarrassment. “Those are baby diapers!” she could clearly hear one accusatory tone. “N...no, it’s the Titan it’s not...” she argued before being interrupted by another. “My baby sister wears one just like that! It has the same patterns.”
Seemingly content with her role in the presentation the teacher had returned to working off her computer leaving Emelie to face the children herself. The pink pastel pictures and designs that adorned her diaper would be more fitting on something a toddler would wear… not a grown woman. She clenched her fist angrily “Th...they’re not baby diapers!” she insisted again, pants still around her knees.
“Look, she’s peeing her diaper!” someone announced. A hushed ‘ooooh’ fell over the room as she felt it. The warm, wet sensation, the trickling stream of urine tickling her lips. Emelie gasped in surprise. Letting go of her pants entirely she opted to jam her hands between her legs. She could feel the padding starting to grow soggy between her fingers. “She’s going potty in her pants.” another child noted with glee as Emelie uncontrollably urinated in front of the class. Tears of humiliation trickled down her cheek. The teasing words of the children blended into a sea of noise.
Finally she finished wetting herself. The thick padding was absolutely soaked. It felt ten times heavier than it had been when it was dry. Nearly every single inch was swollen with urine, her thighs pushed even further apart. How had she even peed so much? “As… as I was saying” she attempted to persevere despite her now soggy state.
A boy in the first row stood. Fishing something out of his pocket she yelped in surprise stumbling back in fear at the sight of a gun. The rainbow hued plastics of a child’s squirt-gun caught the experienced agent by surprise. Her bowels slackened in terror. As she fell backwards she soiled her diaper noisily in front of the children. A loud, chunky, wet release was enough to cause her diaper to bulge substantially before she hit the ground. Falling with a dull splat she shut her eyes, grunting as she completely voided her bowels, filling her diaper. She sat there, shoulders against the wall still pushing semisolid poop into her diaper.
The class had erupted into raucous laughter at this point. The teacher oblivious to the goings on, simply whistling a tune to herself as she typed away at the keyboard. “She pooped her diaper!” one exclaimed with particularly malicious glee. “Eww she pooed!” another shouted. “Ms. Mouzaya, Emelie pooped her diaper.”another announced. That finally got the teacher’s attention. She glanced up from the computer as Emelie slowly pulled herself to her feet, sniffling. “Oh dear… Thank you class.”
Due to her unfortunate fall a fetid discolored puddle had been left on the floor where she’d sat. Brownish liquid dripped from the outer shell of the garment. Even worse, brown ooze clung to her thighs where her fall had forced it past the leg guards, squishing it against her skin. The teacher circled around the horrified agent clicking her tongue. “Normally I would send her to the nurse but since she’s leaking I can’t have her leaking all over the hall. We’ll have to change her in the classroom.”
The children all giggled volunteering to help. Emelie could only shake her head and reach for her pants which had mysteriously vanished. “Th… that’s not necessary I… I think I’d rather just be going… I have a change in my car I...” she was shushed by the teacher who firmly grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards what could only be described as a diaper changing table. “But I won’t fit on that...”
“We’ll make do, now up.” Miss Mouzaya commanded. She crawled onto the changing table, staring at the ceiling. One of the children brought an even thicker diaper than the one she had initially been wearing. “Oh, good thinking. I don’t think she’s ready for a Titan. She really ought to be wearing a colossus.” she agreed, more giggles coming from the children. “I guess she’s not ready for potty training yet. Remember class everyone learns at their own rate. “I… I am potty trained.” Emelie protested weakly. “I am...”
She awoke with a start, Aria was stroking her hair. “Of course you are. Of course you are.” her girlfriend whispered comfortingly. A cold sweat blanketed her face, making the air in the room seem cooler than it was. “Just a bad dream.” Aria cooed. Emelie instinctively reached underneath the sheets, feeling the fabric for the telltale wetness of a nighttime accident. The sheets were mercifully dry. “You were mumbling something about being potty trained and having quite a fit.” Aria explained. Emelie blushed brightly, recalling brief moments from the dream.
“C’mon, I’ll help you change.” Aria whispered. Emelie responded with a confused noise… right… the diaper… she groaned, pressing the fingers against the front of the padding. Soaked… “I can wait until morning...” she mumbled, still groggy. Aria began to get a little annoyed “No you can’t, you messed your diaper in your sleep!” she announced.
The color drained from her face. She had what? “N...no I didn’t.” she reacted the only way she knew how. Wetting her bed was one thing but to have so little control she voided her bowels while she slept. Her lip quivered, Aria took her hand and pressed it right against the faint bulge with a squelch. “Good thing I put you in one of those...” Aria mused as she pulled the sheet away exposing her well used diaper. Aria’s own diaper was utterly soaked but she hadn’t soiled it like Emelie. After that dream she wasn’t in any mood to resist. Aria gathered the supplies to clean up after her little accident. Tired, frustrated, humiliated Emelie didn’t fight it.
Aria opened the diaper and quickly wiped her down until she was once more clean. Fortunately it wasn’t nearly as bad as her dirty diaper earlier in the evening. Emelie fell asleep before it was finished , woken briefly by Aria tucking her in as she rejoined her in bed. “Mmmthanks.” she mumbled before falling back asleep for a scant few dreamless hours.
Morning arrived and everything seemed like a distant memory. Her diaper was barely even damp, though… the vague recollection of what had happened during the night ensured she didn’t celebrate prematurely. Hopefully Aria wouldn’t mention anything. Speaking of which. Emelie rolled over, seeing the sleeping woman brought a smile to her lips. Her eyes fluttered open. “Good morning Murtaziq” she mumbled. “Go on and get ready for work.” she said, shooing her out of bed so she could go back to sleep. Such was the benefits of making her own hours. Emelie chuckled and nodded, kissing Aria on the forehead before crawling out of bed.
First thing first, bathroom. Wandering into the toilet she tore the diaper from her hips and plopped down to relieve herself. There was something admittedly satisfying watching the bladder level bars in her ocular implant decrease as she emptied herself. She sat on the toilet as more of the dream came back to her. It reminded her of the time spent doing outreach while she was still SAPD. Visiting classrooms, talking to children… it was like a warped memory… an extremely warped memory and that teacher… that was Aria! She shook her head, wishing she could forget everything about the dream. It just seemed so wrong.
Regardless, it was time for a new mission. That was always something to be excited about. With all the paperwork finished yesterday she wondered what would be available today! She wanted to be early before all the good missions were taken. Hopefully Hagar wasn’t too angry with her. After that chewing out yesterday though she couldn’t be so sure.
Splashing cold water on her face she stared at herself in the mirror. “You’re a grown ass woman, you can do this.” she encouraged herself, feeling like she needed a bit of a pep talk. Rummaging through Aria’s dresser she grabbed a pair of panties. Surely Aria wouldn’t miss them. Emelie felt a bit guilty slipping them up her legs but she still had that package of protection at work. She hated that it had come to it but she could change into one when she got to her office. She heard Aria’s mumbling voice from the bed. “Don’t have an accident in my panties….”
Emelie blushed, deciding not to argue with her. Pulling on the rest of her clothes was a quick affair. She didn’t even think about the implications of wearing the same suit two days in a row… though she’d spent most of yesterday in her office slaving away over paperwork. The only person who’d really seen her was Hagar… and that harpy Veronica….
In a few short minutes Emelie was out the door and taking a seat in her car. Her stomach growled hungrily, she pined for a cup of coffee but she wasn’t going to risk it. She knew the route from Aria’s place could often have traffic heading towards the PrivSec building in the morning and wearing panties… she shuddered at the thought of another accident. Things were finally settling back into some semblance of normalcy. No Lynd talking her ear off, no having to rely on Joshua for a ride in his ridiculous sports car. Just silence, enjoyable silence.
Her implant vibrated in her ear… it seemed her enjoyment of solitude was short sighted. “Lynd… Can I help you? You know work doesn’t start for...” she paused, glancing at the time. “an hour or so.” Em spoke through the private call. “Yeah, so? You didn’t come home last night, were you out with that Wraith more or didja have a hot date?” she asked, prying for information like they were close friends. There was something endearing about the younger woman’s enthusiasm but Emelie wasn't in the mood. “I’ll see you at work Lynd.” she said curtly, hanging up the call. She shook her head, reclining in her seat as the car drove itself to the PrivSec building.
She stepped out of the car at the front gate, letting it go park itself as she made her way once more into the office. Already she was feeling a twinge of desperation. A quick check and she wasn’t even at 40% capacity yet! The decision to skip coffee earlier was proving to be a wise choice. It was odd, as she walked through the lobby she almost felt self conscious. So many women were obviously diapered under their professional attire. A thin awkward veil of normalcy hung over the lobby as they all pretended nothing had changed. Emelie could see or hear the telltale hints that they were wearing some level of protection. She started to think about what Hagar had been telling her yesterday about the department of compliance. She swallowed dryly and stepped a bit more quickly towards her office before she was caught without the proper protection on.
Unlike the prior day Hagar wasn’t waiting for her when she departed the elevator on her floor. She breathed a sigh of relief, making a beeline for her office where she’d left the package of Sentinel pullups. She would change, visit the restroom assuming the construction was done, and then peruse the new mission offerings. Everything went according to plan which seemed like a miracle given the past few days and the likelihood of her plans to fall apart. There was only a few other people on her floor at this time of morning. Making it to her office without having to interact with anyone else was a cinch. With the door locked behind her she quickly stripped off her bottoms before removing one of those accursed garments from the packaging. Emelie couldn’t wait until they were available without the cutesy prints. She swallowed her pride… again and slid them up her legs one foot at a time before the thin layer of padding once more hugged her hips. She took a deep breath, confidence slowly returning as she hastily tugged up her slacks over the discrete protection.
Once she was properly dressed for work she hurried to the dispatch office. It was still early! Hopefully there would be some prime missions available, she wrung her hands together with excitement. That last mission hadn’t gone… exactly as planned, but in the end it had been a success… even if she did get chewed out for some of the… minor details.
“Blackstar, I see you got the message.” a familiar voice called out. She blushed at Hagar’s insinuation. Was it really that obvious? Emelie scrambled for a moment, adjusting her slacks. “Relax, I was just testing you. I’m glad you’re following orders. I’ve got your next dispatch here.” he continued, handing over a manila envelope. She furrowed her brow in surprise. That didn’t normally happen. Hagar could see the confusion on her face. “Open it, seems like the Division Ruine boss was impressed with how you and your team handled that last mission he requested you and your group for another assignment… despite the smell.” Hagar quipped, much to Emelie’s displeasure.
Emelie snatched the envelope from his hand huffing at the comment. “Assuming it’s vetted?” she asked, tearing open the envelope. “Just the general requirements. Sounding like another Grade B, you’ll look like a real hotshot if you get two done in one month.”
She began reading the missive. It certainly was odd in this digital city to receive an actual, physical document. Attempting to read however would be more accurate. She stared blankly at the loopy script adorning the paper. It was as foreign to her as the life of the ultralux, far above the city. “Uhhh...”
Emelie squinted her eyes, staring intently at the paper as if it would suddenly make sense if she stared at it longer. Hagar blinked, glancing at the paper before back at Emelie. “… wait… are you serious? Goddamn degenerate youth of today.” he muttered, snatching the paper from her hand. “It’s cursive Blackstar. What are they even teaching you kids in school today.” he shook his head. “You’re not even ten years older than me!” Emelie shot back. “Old enough it seems.” he groused.
“Dear Miss Blackstar. I am requesting the services of you and your team…. Dear Miss Blackstar? This guy really is old fashioned. Anyway, where was I? your team. “A matter of a certain… sensitive nature has arisen at Division Ruine and I find myself in need of your services. Given we have established a good working relationship I trust that I can count on you. Signed Robert Walker. Seems like you really made an impression on the man Em, or maybe he goes for black hair and an inability to file expense reports on time.”
Emelie punched him in the arm. “Very funny Hagar.” she snatched the paper back from her boss as he rubbed his arm. He shook his head as he walked away, glancing back over his shoulder. “Remember, we’ve got an image to uphold.” he said before leaving. A blush graced her cheeks, she wisely kept her mouth shut. She informed the rest of her team they had a mission details to follow later. Walking to one of the company cars Lynd immediately called her. “Whoa, already? A mission? Who’s it for, what are we doing, do we get to shoot anybody?” A barrage of questions came over the comlink. Emelie sighed dramatically. “You’re the team watcher, so just watch.” she responded curtly.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re no fun?” Lynd’s voice chimed back. “Yes, more than one person in fact. I don’t know any of the details yet. That’s what I’m going to see now. He wants to brief me in person it seems. You can make yourself useful and do me a favor. Find out everything you can about Robert Walker.” she ordered. There was a brief pause. “Anything in particular you want me to look for?” she asked. Emelie was slightly surprised, she’d expected a bit more resistance from the girl. It seemed she might fit into the corporate structured lifestyle after all. “I don’t know...” she mused “Just get me some light reading for the car ride.”
Twenty minutes later a notification appeared in her ocular implant, Lynd worked quickly it seemed. The engine of the PrivSec suv thrummed quietly as it drove towards the office she’d been at just days before. Using the integrated holoprojector built into the dash she began to peruse the report. It began with his younger days, before Division Ruine. Emelie wasn’t sure if it showed off either how good Lynd was or how vast the PrivSec databases were. Either way, there was enough information to distract her for the majority of the drive.
She learned everything from his favored brand of cigars, to Division Ruine’s profits… for the past ten years, even his suspected favorite color was listed though… she had a feeling Lynd was just messing with her when the report said chartreuse. The familiar building came into view and the truck slowed as it pulled around to the entrance. Emelie dismissed the boxy, armored vehicle, it slowly rolled away as she set it to surveillance mode.
Bridgette was already waiting for her as she approached the door. Emelie’s eyes drifted downwards. It was plain enough. Underneath the muscular woman’s tight fitting skirt was the faint but unmistakable rectangular lump of thick padding. Emelie blushed slightly, quickly look back up at her face before she was caught staring. The woman extended her hand, grasping Emelie’s own, shaking it firmly. “Good to be working with you again. The boss wanted outside help with this. He’s expecting you.” she greeted, opening the door for Emelie.
Em nodded and walked in as the brunette security officer shut the door behind her. It wasn’t quite as tense as last time she’d been here. This time she didn’t have to tell the leader of one of the larger gangs in SANAM city that she needed to deal with some of his organization. This time she was here on his request. It didn’t take long at all until once again she found herself in front of the heavy oaken doors. They swung open, Bridgette escorted her inside.
Walker sat in his full backed leather chair, waving his hand in the air, dismissing a set of reports projected above his desk. “Come in.” he requested, slowly standing to meet her. Bridgette shut the door behind them. Walker took a moment before returning to his chair after a firm handshake. “I know your time is valuable as is mine. I’ll get down to it.” he began as Emelie sat, Bridgette sitting to her right. He intertwined his fingers leaning forward. His body language alone was enough to tell Emelie the gravity of the situation. It took a lot to make Emelie uneasy but dealing with Walker, the kind of man who could ruin a person on a whim brought a certain anxiety. The last time she’d been here he had executed one of his sons… without a second thought and then thanked her for it. She swallowed dryly but remained stoic.
Just like last time, the network activity in the room dropped, the signal status in her ocular implant dropped to zero percent. “One of our own decided to…. appropriate a very advanced product… advanced and… experimental.” he began, his measured speech slow and deliberate. “As you may… or may not know Division Ruine manufactures some very advanced pieces of technology I am quite proud to say. We’d been having some trouble in retrieving our leased augmentations from those no longer with us. SPD paperwork can be so bothersome, but I don’t have to tell you that. Then there’s also the matter of dealing with the family’s and their objections to post-mortem surgery...”
Emelie tensed, she wasn’t sure exactly what he was talking about but she had a sinking suspicion in the pit of her stomach. “So, we devised a method of control… if they had the augments to support such a thing of course. A way for the augments to return themselves to us if you will before they become property of the SPD coroners.” he said, a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his voice. Emelie interjected, looking quite pale as she realized what he was speaking of. “Augment activity must cease upon hosts death… that’s the law s….” she said before he cut her off. “Don’t quote Corporate Council law at me!” he snapped, narrowing his eyes. “As I was saying, it was experimental. Perhaps one of the poorer ideas I approved for development.” he mused, pausing for a moment to recompose himself.
“It was tagged and archived. It would be a bit too grizzly to have corpses dragging themselves down the street to a Division Ruine warehouse for processing, not to mention the attention it would attract but I digress. An… enterprising individual decided to abscond with the Summoner project and appropriate it for his own misdoings… thieving scum”
Her jaw tightened “So you want this Summoner project destroyed?” she asked. He nodded “In more ways than one. He’s begun calling himself The Summoner.” Walker added with a roll of his eyes. “I’ll transfer you all of the files pertaining to him.” He held out his hand and Emelie acquiesced, grasping it, shaking the man’s hand again accepting the file transfer. There certainly was a lot to digest, she could look at the specifics later. “Extrajudicial executions have to be cleared first… there are proper channels for these kinds of things Walker.” Emelie began, wishing she could bring herself to be a little more forceful. He stared at her nonplussed “What he’s been doing warrants a killing, it’s all documented. I’m paying PrivSec handsomely for this. It won’t be a problem.” he spoke with an icy tone.
“I only have one stipulation, Bridgette will accompany you for this. Obviously as chief of security this is her mess to clean up.” he paused, glancing at the muscular woman who paled at the look. “Sorry, make that two stipulations. Though, this should hardly be of any trouble. Under no circumstances are you to mention of Division Ruine’s involvement with the development with the Summoner project.” he insisted with a tone that said it was not up for discussion.
“Unfortunately a squad of my own would be too risky. If Division Ruine attempts to apprehend him I believe he will make public knowledge the details of the Summoner Project and given his connections as an ex employee… I would be less than pleased with that result. A PrivSec team however… well his activities warrant such action, it’s to be expected sooner or later.”
She had to admit, it made sense. Walker wasn’t the type to reach for outside help lightly. Everything that Lynd had compiled for her seemed to indicate he kept operations within the organization. If word got out that they were reanimating augments still installed… the Council would bury them. Emelie glanced towards Bridgette who was nervously drumming her fingers across her thigh. “I think we can accommodate her in our operations.” she concluded. The brunette looked visibly relieved and Walker appeared pleased. If Emelie didn’t know any better she would have guessed Bridgette had just peed in the thick diaper beneath her skirt. “Good, good. I was certain we would come to an understanding. Update me when you know more. Bridgette, don’t fuck this up.” he said harshly. Clearly, she was in the dog house until this matter was resolved.
Bridgette nodded “Yes Boss.” Emelie nodded as well. She hadn’t even noticed by the time their meeting finished her bladder was just passing seventy-five percent full. She squeezed her thighs together, the faint rustle of her pullup barely audible with her enhanced hearing. Just like that, the meeting was over. Her signal returned and idle network activity resumed around her as he lifted the communications blackout around the office. “See her out Bridgette.”
The larger woman nodded again and stood from her chair gesturing for Emelie to follow. She quickly stood, shaking Walker’s hand once more. The firm grip of his hand locked around hers as their eyes locked loosened a dribble of warm urine into her padding. “The pleasure was mine Ms. Blackstar.”
Emelie simply smiled at him before departing with Bridgette. The pair breathed a collective sigh of relief as the door shut behind him. “Hell of a boss...” Emelie said with a chuckle to lighten the mood. “Tell me about it...” Bridgette groused, walking with the distinctive awkward gait of a soggy diaper between her legs. “Um… bathroom?” Emelie asked. Bridgette nodded, blushing at the sodden warmth in her own ‘underwear’. She too needed the bathroom but for a change… “Just follow me.”
The sleek door opened for the both of them revealing a nicely furnished bathroom. Walker’s tastes didn’t end at his office it seemed. Marble tiles lined the wall. Everything was this blend of present and past that juxtaposed in a strange but aesthetically pleasing way. If she had Aria’s money this might be the kind of decor she’d use in her own place.
No sooner than making it to the stall door a furry black blur shot out from under the door past her feet. Emelie yelped in surprise flinging the door shut, stumbling backwards. Bridgette let out a rather girlish shriek of surprise punctuated by a muffled wet blort as the back of her diaper suddenly expanded to accommodate a soft mush expelled in fright. Despite noisily filling her diaper the security chief swung her leg and kicked the thing across the bathroom. It collided with a surprisingly metallic thunk.
“God fucking FUCK!” Bridgette bellowed, panting heavily before tapping her ear. “One of your fucking pets escaped. I swear if you don’t get your lab in order I’m going to wring your neck… Of course I’m fucking pissed, it made me… Nevermind! Just take inventory. Make sure nothing else got out.” she shouted through her com. Emelie noticed her pullup was feeling awfully damp now, the meter now down to fifty-three percent and slowly dropping. She was still dribbling! She grimaced, straining her muscles to regain control of her bladder. Slowly the flow dwindled, stopping at forty-eight. At least she hadn’t soiled her pullup. The faint smell of a wet bowel movement caused her to double check. She patted the back of her pants, sighing in relief the smell wasn’t coming from her but rather the deeply embarrassed Bridgette.
“You okay?” Emelie asked. The brunette dragged her hand across her face in irritation. “I can’t believe that made me shit myself. I’m a grown woman and I...” she said with a scowl, gingerly probing the seat of her skirt, feeling the diaper sagging heavily with shit. Emelie felt bad for the woman, being in her position wasn’t easy and only made more difficult by her body betraying her. “Well, you’re not the only one… that thing made me piss myself.” she admitted in a rare moment of candor and camaraderie with a fellow woman suffering a bout of incontinence. Emelie tugged the front of her slacks down revealing just enough of the pastel colored pullup and the slightly faded prints. Bridgette chuckled bitterly “Well, at least you didn’t load your pants.”
“Fair enough...” Emelie responded before slipping into the stall to finish. It was definitely wet but it hadn’t leaked! She inspected the padding between her knees as she sat on the toilet. The garment had done its job, could probably soak up a fair bit more too. Emelie felt a major sense of accomplishment while sitting on the toilet, much like waking up dry the previous day. It only took a few moments for her to finish emptying her bladder. Much to her irritation it seemed like she couldn’t empty it all the way? The meter still read fifteen percent full! Maybe the damn thing was busted… she didn’t feel like she had to go anymore. Tugging up her protection she didn’t bother wiping, it was already damp she told herself. What difference did it make?
Outside the stall Bridgette was standing bowlegged in front of a shelf that had unfolded from the wall. The smell from Bridgette’s dirty diaper had started to seep through her protection and leave a noticeable stench in the bathroom. Emelie wrinkled her nose. She held a large garment in her hand, the pink prints that adorned the white plastic casing brought a scowl to both their faces. Washing her hands Emelie noticed Bridgette’s hesitation, simply holding the garment. She looked so vulnerable standing there, not at all like the woman who could easily rip the bathroom door off its hinges if she were so inclined.
“Do you need help?” Emelie asked after a few seconds of awkward silence. “...please.” Bridgette said in a subdued tone. “I’m still having trouble getting these damn things to fit right… I can never seem to get them tight enough… I guess it didn’t leak this time so that’s good.” she grumbled.
Emelie nodded, walking over to the woman she plucked the thick diaper from her hands. “You could always try wearing you know… one of the pullup kinds.” Emelie mused. The brunette shook her head, blushing fiercely at the suggestion. “I did… it didn’t um… go well. Walker said I had to wear something thicker… didn’t want his precious wood floor warping from the puddles...”
The statement caused Emelie to grit her teeth, disdain for the man welling in her like the rising tide. “He’s been pretty accommodating otherwise...” Bridgette said in Walker’s defense, seeing Emelie’s visible reaction. “Well, where do you want to do this?” Emelie asked, looking around. “Here’s fine...”
Bridgette gestured to the wall as another panel folded open slowly lowering until it was parallel with the floor. She stared at it, slowly wriggling her skirt down past her messy diaper. Emelie had to resist smirking in her continence superiority. Unable to turn the tables on Aria there was a certain perverse enjoyment of having the powerful security officer subdued before her. Bridgette awkwardly attempted to climb onto the changing station without squishing the contents of her diaper against her backside any more than it had been already. After a few failed attempts she managed to get into a lying position looking off to the side, soiled diaper on display between her splayed open legs. “I appreciate your help...” Bridgette said, too embarrassed to meet the gaze of the woman whom she was thanking.
“Well, we are going to be working together. Consider it practice in case we have to perform a field change while on the op.” Emelie said, enjoying Bridgette squirm at the subtle implication. “Hopefully not...” she grunted. The agent could see why Walker had insisted on thicker garments. It was already straining to contain the voluminous emission. The gusset tinged yellow, sodden with urine and the rear bulging heavily with shit. Emelie resisted the urge to make a comment, feeling a stab of guilt at her conflicted feelings.
Remembering what Aria had taught her she ripped open the tapes, wrinkling her nose as the smell of filth intensified when the diaper was lowered. She certainly had made good use of this diaper. “Lift your legs” Emelie asked, using the dry bits of the diaper to wipe away filth from her womanhood as she removed it from under her. Disposing of the dirtied diaper she stared at the woman’s shit smeared ass, Emelie hated the idea that it could have been any one of her team laying in front of her.
Another panel next to the changing station popped open revealing more supplies. Emelie had a sinking suspicion that the women’s bathrooms at PrivSec would resemble these after the construction was finished. Grabbing one of the wipes she reached down towards Bridgette’s clean shaven pussy. She hadn’t expected that, even she had a bit of hair down there. The cold wipe forced a yelp of surprise from the larger woman and a spurt of urine that soaked into the synthetic cloth wipe. “You almost pissed on me!” Emelie exclaimed. Bridgette turned even redder than before. “I’m sorry I just… it was really cold! I wasn’t expecting that! I told them to install a heater for them I… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” she stammered another apology.
“It’s fine it’s fine just control yourself.” Emelie grumbled hypocritically, delicately pinching the soaked wipe between her fingers, tossing it down the same chute she had disposed of the diaper with. Fortunately the rest of the change went as planned. A few more wipes and her toned skin was once again clean “Don’t worry about the table… it’s self sanitizing.” Bridgette muttered as Emelie disposed of the last wipe. “Up again.” Emelie commanded, unfolding the large diaper and positioning it under the thick woman.
One by one she pulled the tapes snug and affixed them to the front of the garment, locking Bridgette back into her toilet for the foreseeable future. She quickly climbed off the table, fresh diaper crinkling loudly as she pulled her skirt back up, hiding her shame. “Thanks...”
“Don’t mention it… I’m sure you’ll pay me back later.” Emelie said, offering her a smile. Bridgette just grunted at her and nodded as they both washed their hands before departing. “This way...”. The Division Ruine building was much less of a maze than PrivSec’s headquarters. A short walk and Emelie found herself back outside into the midday sun. “Keep me in the loop.” Bridgette called out to the raven-haired woman. Emelie’s car was already pulling up to the sidewalk, door opening for her. She sunk down into the driver’s seat the slight squish of damp padding underneath her. Before she had even gotten comfortable Lynd was already patching herself through. “Soooo, what did he say? Is it exciting? I bet it’s a super wild mission. Oh man, it’s going to be so cool.” she rambled on with her patented girlish enthusiasm.
“Lynd stop… stop just. Calm down, let me get the rest of the team on the line.” Emelie grunted, patching Drake, Dianna, Taarna and Fiona into the call. Once everyone had connected she began. “If you haven’t already met her… our new team slicer is on the line with us. Lynd Revest...” she gave a blaise introduction, lowering the volume in expectation of a flurry of excited greetings.
She let Lynd introduce herself to Dianna, Drake and Taarna, idly watching the traffic go by more interested in her prior interaction with Bridgette than the casual chatter between the team. Bridgette, like her was unaccustomed to the changes they were facing. Sure, Emelie had a position over her team but… not like Bridgette. She shuddered at the thought of trying to maintain respect of an entire organization while filling her pants like a toddler at the slightest provocation. “So… boss what’s the play? Boss?” Fiona’s voice brought her back from her thoughts.
“It’s an elimination job.” she began. The silence over the line was palpable. These were the kinds of jobs that walked a fine line between legalities. “He says everything is documented and this guy… he’s no saint. I trust his judgment. It’s not just person though there’s experimental tech involved….” she paused, remember what Walker had spoken about. “He’s developed some… bad stuff. We’re talking implant function after termination.” she explained. The team remained silent listening to her every word. “First objective is to find the bastard. They don’t know where he is so we can’t move until we know at least where he is. After we do locate him second objective is surveillance. I want to know what his routine is, when he sleeps where he sleeps who he sleeps with what brand of toothpaste he uses to brush his teeth...”
Lynd’s giggling slowly grew more audible as Emelie continued her demands. She hadn’t really seen this side of Emelie yet and to her it was apparently quite amusing. Emelie twitched, irritated by the insubordination. “You sound like… like one of those cops in a cop movie Em I want this and this and this!” Lynd teased. Drake’s snickering came in through the call. “Shut up Lynd! This is NOT the time! If I hear one more word from you...” Emelie shouted, trailing off, blushing brightly.
“Like I was SAYING. Teams of two Fiona you work the streets with Dianna. Drake, you and Taarna do the same. I’ll work with Bridgette… that’s the other thing. We’ll have a tag-along their chief of security is going to be joining us. Lynd setup another channel she can join us in and let me know when it’s done. We don’t really know much about him other than in his employee file from his tenure at DR which I’ll distribute shortly.”
A jumble of various “Yes ma'am” and other acknowledgments came in before Emelie promptly withdrew from the call taking a deep breath. Lynd was certainly making things more… lively, for better or worse. She groaned feeling the swollen padding between her legs, pressing hotly against her womanhood. Did she… during the call? Eleven percent… she had… without even noticing. Emelie grumbled angrily punching in the destination back to her office. A change and then it was time for lunch, her stomach growled ravenously in agreement with her idea. Definitely time for lunch. |
Merry christmas, this chapter may be a little disjointed and rough as it was written over the course of far too long as inspiration waned. Nevertheless, another chapter has been completed.
Three days and what did they have to show for it… nothing. For a high profile target like the summoner who didn’t seem to be all that concerned with keeping a low profile he was certainly a difficult person to track down. It was the kind of tedious work that Emelie did not enjoy, following up on leads in person with her team while Lynd scoured the net. At least she and her new, albeit temporary partner Bridgette were getting along swimmingly. She hadn’t even been able to spend much time with Aria after making things official. After work she was too exhausted to do much else other than head home and crash.
On the plus side though she’d been managing her accursed incontinence better than anyone on her team and substantially better than Bridgette. The reports that had started being distributed to her in the morning for her to ‘review’ felt perverse in a way. Something so intimate as her team’s bathroom habits should have been private even from her. On the upside though, it afforded her a modicum of pride knowing that she as keeping her pants dry better than her subordinates.
Emelie lay in bed, her apartment oddly silent without Lynd crashing on her couch. After waking up dry the previous morning and sitting on the toilet for ten minutes to wring every last drop of urine from her bladder she’d gone to sleep without protection. Feeling emboldened by her success had been a mistake. The clinging sensation of pissy sheets clung to her thighs and the acrid scent of tepid urine stung her nose. Her alarm would soon go off but still she stayed under the covers, despite the urine pooled around her, soaking into her sheets and pajamas. Part of her hoped it had all been a strange and twisted dream but with each passing morning and subsequent pair of sopping wet underwear it seemed like keeping control of her bladder and bowels was just a fantasy.
It shouldn’t be put off any longer. She cursed under her breath, finally throwing the covers off. The wet splotch dampened a large portion of her fitted sheet. Worryingly it seemed each time she did wet the bed the stain was larger and larger… Feeling a few errant drops of pee run down her legs she let out a small shudder. Once more the stark reality set in and a sullen mood overtook her. How much longer would she have to deal with this? Was Nyx getting anywhere with her investigation? It was all so frustrating! She hadn’t even realized tears were starting to fall down her cheek. She sniffled a few times, wiping her eyes but still the tears fell. “It… it’s not fair!” she shouted in a cathartic outburst.
With her sheets once more in the washing machine along with the mattress cover she dragged herself to the shower. She stood under the water for an inordinate amount of time. Tempted to ignore the alarm she decided against it. She couldn’t just give up, not when there was still a glimmer of hope. Maybe there would be a cure sooner rather than later; she wouldn’t hold her breath though.
Another typical morning that would have been unthinkable just a month ago. A month… or was it two or had it only been a few weeks? She rubbed the arch of her nose in irritation. This wasn’t normal, she couldn’t just accept it and give in. She clenched her fingers around the mug of coffee she gulped down. Not wanting a repeat of a few days ago when she shattered her coffee mug in anger she tossed it into the sink storming out the door.
She huffed in irritation reviewing the calendar in her implant. She’d forgotten there was a mandatory seminar today for female PrivSec field operatives and seemed to be the first in a series of ‘mandatory’ presentations. The subject was diplomatically titled ‘Dealing with feminine issues on the battlefield’. She sneered at the innocuous euphamism bitterly thinking about what they really meant. “Feminine issues...” she said with an angry scoff. She wasn’t sure what would be better if they were honest about calling it dealing with pissing your pants or their attempt at keeping things ‘mature’.
Emelie shifted her thighs together, the faint crinkling of her sentinel causing her to blush. The drive to work could be described as uneventful. The gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that they were taking too long to track down this Summoner character couldn’t be ignored. She didn’t want to end up with Walker being displeased at their performance. There was a lot riding on their success.
After letting her out the car pulled away leaving her in front of the PrivSec building, as it had so many days before. Hagar was speaking with sharply dressed woman, Emelie could barely make out the faint outline of a large diaper under her mid length skirt. Emelie frowned at the sight. She just couldn’t get used to seeing her fellow agents diapered like toddlers. Her boss simply smiled as she walked past. “Good morning sunshine.” he joked at her dour expression. She huffed, blowing a strand of hair from her face tempted to flip him off. Instead she forced an exaggerated smile. “Yes, I can’t wait to go to our potty training seminar.” she said in a glib tone. The woman he was speaking with blushed brightly at the mention of the seminar. Hagar just laughed again
“Careful Blackstar, the DoC has strict guidelines about vocabulary. Wouldn’t want to get written up.” he chided her, turning his attention back to the conversation he was having before. “Fucking kidding me? Vocabulary… what bullshit...” she cursed under her breath as she stormed away. She knew he had nothing to do with the rules and regulations being foisted upon her but at that moment she hated Hagar’s smug, shaved head. She retreated to her office with a second cup of coffee in hand. A second cup was a dicey proposition but in her irritation she didn’t care. Consequences be damned!
Slogging through her morning emails sipping at her cup of coffee she sighed. Reading the description of the seminar she had to go to. “Managing incontinence in the workplace.”
Her words were filled with venom as she read it aloud. “How ridiculous...” she growled angrily. No matter how it was phrased she couldn’t feel anything but shame and humiliation. PrivSec was spending money so she could cope with peeing her pants. She stewed in brooding silence for some time, passing the time in her office before she would have to go to the seminar.
When it the hour came it couldn’t be procrastinated any longer. A cursory check between her legs revealed a pleasant surprise. Her pullup was still dry for now. She was decidedly feeling the effects of the coffee however. Squeezing her thighs together she shut the shades over her office window with a flick of her hand before scurrying out the door. Being a few minutes late seemed like the only bit of rebellion she could get away with and not be penalized. Visiting the restroom was a shock. The construction on their floor had finished and she was greeted with the familiar sight of the women’s restroom with some unwelcome additions. Changing tables like the ones parents would use for their young children in public restrooms only these were clearly designed for grown women. Beyond that a full compliment of various changing supplies. To make space for the changing tables It looked like they’d reduced the number of stalls and by a significant amount as well!
“Ridiculous… we’re supposed to be using the toilet but they remove half of them?”
She grumbled to no one in particular. A nearby woman simply shrugged and continued washing her hands as Emelie entered the stall, slamming the door shut behind her. A slight wet splotch caught her eye on the inside of her pullup. “But… I didn’t even...” Emelie said quietly, wondering when that had happened. Already the reminder for the seminar had popped up in her hud but she rapidly dismissed it.
With her business taken care of she made her way towards the seminar. Checking the time in her implant she could see she was already four minutes late, victory. She pushed open the door, quietly making her way inside. A loud voice made itself known as she shut the door behind her. “How nice of you to join us Ms. Blackstar. There’s an expectation of timeliness with these presentations”
Emelie froze, peering up at the stage where the presenter had called her out. Glancing around the room most of the eyes were now on her. A trickle of urine dribbled into her protection. She folded her arms over her chest defensively
“I had to piss, or would you have rather I just went in my pants during the seminar.”
There was a quiet titter of laughter from some of the women inside the conference room as Emelie began making her way to an open seat. Fiona cringing in embarrassment at the behavior of her superior caught the corner of her eye. The presenter didn’t miss a beat, unperturbed by Emelie’s retort.
“I’ve specifically designed the course not to exceed the average holding ability of those with a D rank continence which shouldn’t be a problem for an A ranking like yourself.”
The rebuke stung, she could have argued with her more, gotten into a shouting match but she was already on thin ice. Wisely, she took the scolding and found a seat, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She cleared her throat before continuing, clearly ready to make an example of the raven-haired agent.
“You should have gone to the restroom in advance Ms. Blackstar rather than procrastinating. With the recent update I know most of us can see our respective ‘levels’ so there’s no excuse which brings me back to my main topic.” she paused, pointing up at the large holographic display behind her.
“Time management and being proactive rather than reactive. Ms. Blackstar clearly needs to bone up on the advantages of being proactive with her waste management.” she continued to lecture.
She was beginning to deeply regret her decision. Two seats away the wide smirk of that bitch Veronica made itself known. Emelie shrunk down in her chair as she was continually made an example of.
“Because of our learned potty training skills at a young age we adopted poor toileting habits. Waiting too long, drinking too much before bed, overexerting ourselves that we could get away with before becoming affected. I know it’s been a struggle, I’m no different than any of you. I only qualified for a B continence ranking.”
Pausing as if to emphasize her point she pulled down the waistband of her professional skirt just enough to show the top of her diaper.
“But if we refocus our efforts and be proactive with our approach and focus on the basic potty training lessons we internalized so many years ago that have grown reflexive it can show a marked improvement! Already in preliminary tests we’re seeing upwards of five percent reductions in accidental releases.”
Emelie scoffed at the thought, folding her arms over her chest. “Five percent...” she repeated with a roll of her eyes. They expected them to waste their time with these ridiculous lessons for a measly five percent? A grimace twisted her face as a sudden cramp twisted her insides. “No… not now...” she shut her eyes, regretting the coffee she’d consumed earlier. The hand she placed on her stomach did little to help. How long was this set to continue for? She fidgeted in her seat whilst tuning out the presenter. The tsm indicator only listed her bowels at seventy-three percent full but the urge was growing more pressing.
“What’s wrong Blackstar, you look preoccupied?” a snide voice called out to her in a hushed tone.
Through gritted teeth Emelie hissed back at her “I’m fine...”
She tapped her foot impatiently, anything to keep her mind off this stupid presentation. This was supposed to help her not have an accident but if it kept going any longer it might cause her to have one…. Looking around at the sea of faces most women looked disinterested in what was being presented. She caught sight of Fiona, of course she was taking notes. Towards the back of the room Dianna was quietly chatting with another field agent Emelie didn’t recognize.
Her attention slowly returned to the presenting woman as she spoke, pointing up at the large screen now. What was she going on about now? The visual projected for them all to see only reminded her of the need to relieve herself. On the screen shown in large words recommended dietary changes and near the top of the list was coffee. Fingers drumming anxiously against her thigh she checked the time in her ocular implant, fifteen more minutes maybe? She ran her hands down her face letting out a frustrated sigh.
What was being discussed on screen now? Emelie’s attention returned to the seminar and she blushed at the topic being shown now. Different activities that might be too strenuous for their control displayed on the screen. Emelie rolled her eyes as standing up out of a chair was listed. “I can get out of a chair without pissing myself...” she whispered angrily. Another quick glimpse around the room and the blushing faces of many women including Veronica seemed to indicate that it was more common than she might think, something about the pelvic floor and the kegel muscles.
“Ms Blackstar would you please join me on stage?” the presenter asked. Emelie froze. All eyes in the room seemed to be on her. Of all the people she just had to choose her… She let out a noisy groan in protest and slowly pulled herself up from her chair when it seemed the presentation would not continue without her participation. She cursed herself for being late.
When she joined her at the front of the room her stomach gave a threatening gurgle. “You’re going to help me demonstrate a few exercises I would like everyone to start doing that will help improve kegel strength among other things.” Emelie winced, the thought of doing any amount of exercise right now was an unpleasant proposition. “Fine, let’s just get this over with… quickly.” she spat back quietly.
“First, stand up straight and hold both arms ahead of you. Once you’ve assumed the proper stand you’re going to crouch down, keeping your legs together. Dip down as low as you can go. Once you reach your limit hold it! Don’t come back up immediately. You should start to feel pressure, focus on that before standing up. Now go ahead and demonstrate please Ms. Blackstar, I’ll do it with you.”
As she had said, she held her arms straight out and mimicked the movement as she slowly began to crouch down. Couching like that didn’t help her urge. Immediately she could feel her body protest. Her face twisted in a grimace of discomfort. She continued to stand there, crouched over. Physically, with her reinforced muscles it wasn’t too difficult to maintain the pose when it was just a bodyweight exercise. With the minimal enhancements she had she could maintain that pose for quite some time. What was more concerning was the not exactly sudden but pressing need to defecate.
“When you squat, really concentrate on tightening the pelvic muscles.”
Emelie blinked hearing the instructors voice bringing her back to reality. She just gave a dismissive grunt, still unhappy about being used as an example for everyone. Her tormentor stood first walking to Emelie shortly after, not allowing her to stand up. She held her hand in front of Emelie’s hips gesturing to them “That’s were you’ll feel most of the pressure as the interconnected muscles attempt to force your sphincters open. Now stand please.”
Emelie shut her eyes and pushed back to a standing position flushing when a few drops of urine fell into the padding between her thighs. She could feel the strange quivering sensation in her bladder and bowel from the strain begin to subside. “wonderful, as you see you want to stand just like Ms. Blackstar. One, smooth fluid motion, keeping your back straight and your arms out until you reach your neutral standing position. Go ahead and demonstrate one more time.”
With a deep breath she help her arms out again, staring straight forward and squatted down slowly. Staring out she tried to ignore the sea of women watching her. It was all she could do not to glare at the instructor for bringing her up here and forcing her to do these inane exercises. The need to go returned again even worse. As she reached the nadir of her squat she felt it. She stopped her movement holding the position but her bowels moved of their own accord. Emelie’s eyes widened with surprise as the deliberate movement forced a soft, sticky glob of waste paste her wavering anus.
Emelie hadn’t thought standing on stage in front of everyone could get any worse but having shit her pullup made things much worse. At least she’d barely manage to regain control before it became a major accident. She could feel the small amount of mush desposited into her protection smearing between her cheeks.
“Are you okay Ms. Blackstar?”
“W...what? I’m fine… everything is fine… are we done?” she stammered quickly, praying that there was nothing else she required her assistance for. She couldn’t smell it could she? Emelie did her best to remain composed as panicked thoughts ran through her head, worried that her little incident might be found out. “Yes you’ve been quite instructive. You may return to your seat. Ahh, remember, slow, deliberate rise, keep your back straight and your arms out.”
Starting to rise back up she’d barely moved before freezing in place. If she stood from this position she was going to shit her pants. Another squirt of urine had dribbled into her undergarments from the brief motion. A little whimper escaped her lips. She couldn’t just stay standing there in front of everyone though. Balling her fists tightly the agent slowly forced herself back up. Clenching with all her strength she could feel the soft shit oozing into her underwear. Mercifully the slow accident was inaudible and as soon as she was standing she hobbled off the stage awkwardly pressing one hand against her bottom.
It wasn’t as bad as some of her prior accidents but a ginger touch at the back of her trousers could feel the faint outline of a lump. “No no no...” she whispered quietly. Stupid class, stupid instructor… stupid everything! The thought of having to sit in her own mess for the remainder of the seminar was none too pleasant either. She only prayed that no one else would be able to smell what she had done.
Returning to her seat she grimaced knowing there was no other way around it. Slowly she lowered herself onto the chair. Her accident squished against her, flattening out and spreading around when she was finally seated. The instructors words faded into the background as she plopped her head down into her hands groaning quietly to herself.
She wasn’t sure what to do. In a panic she sent a text to Aria. ‘Uhg I had an accident’ she wrote to her newly official girlfriend. Immediately after writing it she wanted to kick herself what a weird thing to say… who wanted to hear about their girlfriend shitting herself. A minute passed and nothing, that made her feel a bit better. Maybe she was busy with preparing for the evening’s opening.
‘Is that any different than normal~’ the teasing response came after another minute. Emelie groaned quietly at the response. Of course she would take the opportunity to tease her. The blush came back to her cheeks as she composed her response.
‘you’re one to talk!, I’m being serious… this is a disaster.’
There was a brief pause before Aria’s next message. The raven-haired woman could picture her partner pursing her lips in thought as she often did when she was formulating the perfect response.
‘Oh dear, do you want to tell me what happened?’
‘I had to go to a seminar for something stupid and it happened while I was on stage in front of everyone. It wasn’t a lot and I don’t think anyone noticed but I’m sitting in it now. I can’t leave until this presentation is over.’
‘Well, that’s not so bad. You’re always overreacting, nobody even found out. From the tone of it I’d thought you had leaked all over your work clothes silly girl.’
Emelie paused before writing her next message. The blush once more returned to her cheeks being called a silly girl. Aria had a point no one else had noticed and a quick glance to the people sitting near her confirmed that no one seemed to notice that anything was amiss. Still, it was disgusting having to sit there in her own filth.
‘I guess, but I still have to sit in it.’
‘You didn’t seem to complain about it the other night~’
‘ARIA, I’M AT WORK!’
‘So? You messaged me, I know you send all your communications through vpn anyway.’
‘That’s not the point!’
She had to pause and take a deep breath, hiding the hud of her implants for a moment to focus. Aria enjoyed winding her up, sometimes a bit too much. Emelie didn’t exactly relish the thought of being turned on in the middle of the presentation, not that she was paying attention anyway. The notification for a new message popped up in her implant. She took another second before looking at the latest message.
‘How bad was it? Did you just wet or did you mess too?’
Emelie couldn’t get how Aria was just so casual about such things. It was mortifying but she realized she hadn’t exactly been specific with her initial message. She didn’t just want to say she pooped her pants though! The gusset felt a bit sodden between her thighs, not bad but definitely soggy.
‘Both’
‘Oh you poor thing. I think someone needs mommy to take care of them~’
‘Aria...’
‘Do you still have to go?’
That question made her pause, what was Aria playing at? Immediately she was drawn back to the last night they had slept together… doing the things they did… in the state that their undergarments were in…
‘a little’
‘Well, you’ve already gone. You might as well finish~’
‘ARIA! I’m not gonna do… that’
‘Do it and you’ll get a reward~’
‘What reward?’
Had she really just responded with that? Was she really… actually considering it? Something about Aria… uhg, the way she could wrap her around her finger. There was no response.
‘Aria what reward?’
Still after that message there was no response. Damn that woman what kind of reward was she promising her? She had to know! Emelie tapped her foot impatiently waiting for a response. Glancing up at the presenter she was going on about some nonsense. Damn it she still hadn’t answered her.
‘Aria! You can’t just ignore me.’
Emelie ran her hand across her face, she knew what Aria was doing. A quiet whimper escaped her lips. She couldn’t resist Aria’s allure. Her fingers drummed against her thigh “Damnit Aria…” she whispered. Already she could feel that tingle between her legs that she felt when Aria had one over on her. It would be so easy to just give and push. How was Aria so good at getting her to do these things. A glance on either side of where she was sitting, luckily no one was sitting immediately next to her. Emelie checked her messages again in the vain hope that Aria had responded; she hadn’t.
It was already bad enough that she had been doing it more and more accidentally. Now she was about to do it on purpose. Leaning forward as subtly as she could she shut her eyes, pretended she was sitting on the toilet and cursed Aria’s name. Immediately a warm muddy substance rushed into her padded underwear. She scrunched her face ever so slightly, revolted by her decision. Thoughts clouded by arousal cleared with sudden realization of what she had done. Emelie could feel the mushy paste expanding beneath her. Anyone with enhanced hearing could likely hear the wet crackling coming from her.
“Fuck… fuck shit...” she hissed under her breath as she tried to stop. What was she thinking doing that!? A moment of weakness, a questionable decision and now the disgusting muddy feeling of siting in her pants full of warm soft shit. It was far too late to stop and when she leaned back in her chair the warm squelch caused her to scrunch her face, lamenting Aria and the sway she had over her. The only saving grace was the fact that since the seminar seemed to have ended no one was paying attention to her as she sat there. A few errant comments about the smell brought a blush to her face.
‘I… did it...’
After sending the message back to her girlfriend she looked up realizing that everyone was dispersing from the meeting room. Gingerly she slowly extricated herself from her seat and walked awkwardly towards the door. Each step was worse than the last. The slippery, sticky sensation of what had been a particularly soft and wet release shifted and mushed against her with each step.
‘Did what~’
Now she responds… Emelie let out a quiet whine pausing for a moment to angrily message Aria back.
‘You know exactly what!’
‘I have positively no idea Emelie dear, why don’t you elucidate me with exactly what you’ve done~’
She rubbed her face in exasperation. Worse even than the ‘accident’ weighing down her pullups was the glowing embers of arousal causing her to get hot and bothered. Part of her wanted to rush back to her office, lock the door and masturbate until she came in her shitty pullup. Damn that succubus knowing exactly how to push her buttons.
‘I pooped my pants.’
‘Dear oh dear, whatever am I going to do with you?’
‘Aria that’s not fair! You asked!’
‘Quit pouting and go change. Looks like someone isn’t ready for big girl panties yet.’
‘Aria!’
Before she could write anymore back to Aria however a mousey looking man approached her. “Agent Blackstar?” he began. Emelie narrowed her eyes at the man, sizing him up. He was a few inches shorter than her. She did her best to look imposing despite her dirty diaper, folding her arms over her chest. “Yeah and you are?” she responded gruffly.
He shuffled for a moment, pursing his lips, tapping something on the tablet he carried. “Uh… well, I’m from the department of compliance.” he began. Emelie froze, she’d been hearing a lot here and there about this new department… the department of compliance and what they dealt with and here she was standing in a full diaper. She could see her heart rate rising in her hud. The new department that the other women had been whispering about with disdain
Emelie opened her mouth to speak but wasn’t sure exactly what to say. It felt like she was a young girl not a mature woman. The awful weight in the seat of her diaper served to remind her of her foolish decision. As she stood there gaping at being caught before defaulting to what she knew best. “What do you want?” she asked, an obvious tone of irritation in her voice. The man wasn’t exactly tall. In fact he stood a few inches shorter than Emelie which helped but… he wasn’t the one standing there in a shit filled diaper.
A flinched preceded his response. He cleared his throat “Um… welll...” an awkward pause fell between them. He wrinkled his nose, sniffing a few times. Any attempt at trying to intimidate the shorter man melted away. He furrowed his brow, jabbing away at the datapad. “A...agent Blackstar have you had… an accident in your protection….”
No longer was she Field team leader, combat experienced, iron grit, weapon expertise, ace shot… she just looked at him awkwardly. “Th… that is none of your business!” she snapped angrily. Who was he to ask that!? He seemed taken aback by the outburst Another moment of awkward silence developed between the two as he seemed to gather his thoughts.
He cleared his throat and returned her attitude with a reproachful look. “As a Department of Compliance officer it is precisely my business!”
The sudden assertiveness in his voice as he stated that it was his business caught Emelie offguard. Resistance began to crumble further when he grabbed her by the wrist. “I was just going to question you about some of the discrepancies in your voiding diary but now I’m going to have to perform a field change since you seem incapable and your lying about the state of your undergarments is going in your record. If you’re not careful you’ll be going down a rank.”
It took all of her effort to not rip her hand away when he took her wrist. She contented herself with just a deep scowl wincing as she walked along bowlegged the uncomfortable feeling of a mound of shit weighing down her pullups. The threat of being demoted into something thicker caused her blood to run cold. These thin garments were already bad enough, having to work in one of those diapers Aria had taped her in brought a heavy blush to her cheeks. But now she was being escorted to have her diaper changed. “L...look that’s really not necessary I can take care of myself.” Emelie protested doing her best to be polite. When Aria did it was embarrassing enough.
“It’s simple DoC protocol. Any DoC employee is granted the purview to change a female operative’s undergarments if wet or soiled. it’s not healthy for your skin to wear it for so long.” he lectured the agent.
Hagar’s words about the Department of Compliance rattled around in her head and she found herself wishing she had read the new entries in the Employee handbook about the department. The pair continued to walk through the labyrinthine corridors of the Privsec building as she was escorted along.
After another few moments of thought she decided to try her luck again and mustering all the politeness she could manage she appealed to his sympathy. “Please, I was stuck in that seminar for so long. We just got out, I was on my way back to my office to change and you caught me by surprise. I’ve just been under a little bit of stress lately from my current assignment. I didn’t mean to snap at you, I’m… sorry about that.”
They slowed to a halt and she could hear a sigh escape his lips. His hand let go of her wrist, his shoulders slumped slightly as he turned back to face her. He was doing his best to wear a stern expression but it was noly half working. “I understand Ms. Blackstar. The change has been tough not just for you but all female agents. The Department of Compliance is just here to help. I won’t put what happened in your file but if it happens again… well you probably won’t get so lucky next time.”
Emelie uttered a sigh of her own, hers one of deep seated relief. She had just told him the truth… with a bit of embellishment but still it was based in the truth. “Now… go get changed… you really smell...” he said, wrinkling his nose.
Before he could say any more she was awkwardly waddling back to her office. His words continued to bounce around in her mind. The DoC was there to help? Who were they intended to help though, the women they purported to assist or Privsec?
Bridgette stretched her arms above her head leaning against the side of the street vendor’s stand as her order was prepared. Emelie had said she was going to contact her when she was free of corporate duties but so far she’d just been investigating the block alone while the other teams combed different areas. The thick absorbent padding around her hips drooped wetly between her thighs. A driver irritated with the traffic having laid on the horn as she happened to be passing by. The sudden shock was enough to loosen the hold over her bladder, flooding her diaper with hot liquid.
A box of noodles was placed on the counter next to her. The smell of steaming savory sustenance got her attention. Grabbing the food she gave a grunt and a nod towards the man and wandered off. Twirling a heaping portion of noodles around her chopsticks she took a large bite of her food chewing hungrily.
Inside her ocular implant she reviewed her map of the area, checking where she’d already been and the notes left by her and the other members of Emelie’s team. In the three days they’d managed to cover a significant portion of the block but hadn’t managed to turn up anything yet. The few people they had spoken too all seemed reluctant to say anything but whether that was because Emelie was a suit or they were scared of this ‘Summoner’ Bridgette couldn’t quite tell. So far though, she was impressed by the team’s coordination and thoroughness. Fiona kept a tight hold of things when Emelie wasn’t around. The bickering between the twins could get a bit grating at times though…
The midday sun continued to beat down on the brunette before she rounded the corner for some shade. She could feel sweat dampening the collar of her shirt and let out an irritated sigh. “It’s too damn hot out...” she complained to no one in particular when the comm link went off. “Bridgette, Fiona and Dianna reporting in. This section of the block is clear, no signs of anything. We’re knocking off for lunch and a change.”
“Copy that.” Bridgette responded, acknowledging their progress. The map flickered for a moment before it was updated with the latest information from the two agents. A few notes from Fiona about possible evidence, sightings, strange behaviors they had observed but nothing conclusive.
Reaching between her thighs when no one was looking she felt the state of her own diaper. It was soaked, she must have wet again without realizing it. She knew she could use a change herself. A grumble of irritation left her lips as she returned to her noodles and finished slurping them down.
She stepped into a nearby alley to dispose of the empty container in a dumpster. When she turned to return to the sidewalk a bottle shattered behind her. Bridgette jumped, another gush of urine soaked into her already saturated diaper. A warm trickle ran down her thigh as it leaked from the sudden release.
Her large handgun immediately found its way into her hands on instinct as she turned around. The alley still seemed dim and deserted. High walls of decaying apartment complexes on either side shaded her from the sun’s sweltering gaze.
The map dismissed in her hud visual indicators of the source of the shattering bottle were forming. Behind a second dumpster fifteen feet or so further into the alley. Irritated with herself for being so on edge by the whole situation she slowly went to check it out. It was probably nothing anyway.
Bridgette couldn’t have been more wrong. The heavily augmented, muscular brunette gasped when it came into view. She’d seen dead bodies before, but not like this… Faint whirring and clicking of servos activating grew audible. He… or she should have been lifeless, unmoving but the augments in their hand continued to remain active.
The body’s arm was outstretched on the ground. Its fingers slow scraped the asphalt repeatedly as if it was trying to drag itself along. Flesh worn away into bloody smears by the repetitious movements and the spine chilling sound of metal and bone scraping against the ground turned Bridgette’s stomach.
It continued to claw at the ground, trying to move itself to no avail. Bridgette took a step closer, still keeping her gun trained on the face down body. Slowly she crouched down next to it. In the squatting position she could feel the sodden padding pulled taught against her skin, squishing the almost gel like material against her womanhood, wringing a few drops of pee from the diaper into her skirt.
She tapped the muzzle of her gun against the side of it’s face. A tangled mass of hair hid their features. A few more taps with no response satisfied her. Whoever it was… well they were definitely dead now and had been for quite some time by the looks of the swelling. Fortunately for her olfactory augments dampened the intensely unpleasant smell of a decomposing body otherwise she would not have been able to stomach getting so close.
The whole body suddenly convulsed. Bridgette scrambled to her feet stumbling back. “What the fuck...”
She could only stare as the sound of decomposed flesh and sinew tearing came from the body. The stronger augment in the arm and hand of the body had pulled itself free separating at the shoulder with a sickening pop. The grizzly sound and sight of the arm extricating itself from the deadweight of the corpse caused Bridgette to recoil in fear.
Worse yet it her bowels moved of their own accord in response. The head of security grimaced as she felt it happening. By the time she realized what she was doing in her diaper it was too late to stop it. She pushed a large semisolid mass into the already soaked garment. The soft waste deformed and flattened into a formless pile underneath her rear making the soggy diaper bulge even more underneath her skirt. Brackish congealed blood oozed from the separating socket and mid accident she stepped forward, placing the sole of her shoe on the arm preventing its escape.
Through the team link she barked at everyone. “I’ve found something, get to my position immediately. Lynd, get Emelie. She’ll want to see this...”
Her hand wandered to the back of her skirt gingerly feeling her full diaper through the professional business attire. The fact that she’d messed herself seemed almost trivial compared to what she had found but it wouldn’t do to stay like this but she couldn’t just leave the biggest lead they had. Bridgette opened the comlink again and meekly added.
“and somebody bring me a change...” |
(This is a new story which I've also posted elsewhere. If you've not already come across it I hope you'll enjoy it. All constructive feedback is welcome.)
Anne Glenson made her way through the sliding doors to reception and the receptionist, a girl of about twenty busily engaged in the important business of painting her nails, looked up. "Can I help you, madam?""Yes, I've come to see Mr Faulkner. It's Mrs Glenson - Anne Glenson - by the way.""I'll just see if he's free."Picking up the phone, the girl continued, "Mike, I've a got a Mrs Glenson to see you. Can I send her through?"Anne heard what she thought sounded faintly like a muffled groan followed by "Send her through."The girl looked up. "Yes. Mr Faulkner's free to see you. He's through the door on the right there, just down the corridor.""Thank you." Anne knocked loudly on the door. "Come in!"Mike Faulkner got up from his desk and extended a slightly clammy hand in welcome."Good afternoon - Mrs Glenson I believe. Do take a seat. Can I get Tracy to bring you some tea or coffee?"Anne sat down."No thank you. I've got some water on me. It's far better for maintaining hydration. Anyhow, I'm sure you must be busy Mr Faulkner, so I'll cut to the chase and get straight to the point. I've come about the grant application which my colleague and I submitted some time ago. Has your committee had time to consider it?"Mr Faulkner reached for a file. "Ah yes, the application from Holding for Life. I see you're listed as one of the directors, along with a Miss Sarah Worthington.""Yes that's correct.""I just need to check a few personal details with you if that's alright Mrs Glenson?""Yes of course.""Full name.""Anne Maureen Elizabeth Glenson.""Date of birth.""10th April 1975.""Marital situation?""Married.""And your address?""The Rectory, Church Lane, Browndale."Mr Faulkner beamed. "Oh, lucky you. I wish I lived in a splendid old rectory. The ones I see advertised in Country World are such glorious old piles." Anne frowned."Mr Faulkner, it's a glorious old Georgian rectory. It's a brutally functional 1960s rectory - the meanest and cheapest the diocese could come up with too. Strange though it may seem my husband, Fr Archie Glenson, just happens to be the rector." "I'm sorry Mrs Glenson. It was an honest mistake on my part - I just assumed...""You're not the first and I doubt you'll be the last. Now if we could please focus on my grant application as I haven't got all evening. My husband needs me to serve at Benediction at six thirty, after which I've got to do my domestic goddess bit and prepare supper for the deanery synod.""Yes of course, Mrs Glenson. A couple of committee members raised slight concerns about what you do at Holding for Life. They seemed to think there was some slightly - how shall I put it - kinky stuff - going off there."Anne intentionally crossed and re-crossed her legs. Not for nothing had she decided to don a slightly tight pair or jeans for this interview. She needed to pee pretty badly, having not released her bladder for over nine hours, but certainly wasn't desperately uncomfortable by any means. "Such as?""Well it's rumoured that you make your clients - or is it service users - hold their pee in all day at your courses. Is that correct?" Anne crossed her legs yet again, not because she had to but for effect. "Mr Faulkner, Miss Worthington and I are both highly qualified urology nurses who maintain current registrations. We both hold current DBS clearances and have all the required safeguarding certificates. With regard to the first point, we are caring, compassionate, professional people. We certainly do not force our service users to hold their pee all day. Yes, there are some toilet restrictions and for good reason, but much of the work we do with clients as you call them, involves Kegel exercises which are about strengthening sphincter muscles by peeing in a controlled way. Our courses are designed to empower people and give them options so that they don't have to panic and think about tracking down a toilet as soon as the need to pee arises. My colleagues and I certainly don't demand anything from our service users of which we ourselves are not more than capable.""I'm sure you don't, Mrs Glenson. I have heard a rumour though that you make some use of humiliation on your courses. Is that correct?"Anne coughed, gave Mr Faulkner a slightly disdainful look, and took a swig from her water bottle. Noticing that Mike Faulkner's right hand had slipped beneath his desk and he'd begun to stroke himself, she couldn't resist crossing and re-crossing her legs yet again. "Mr Faulkner, many - though not all - of our service users are high profile people. Not unnaturally some of them present with challenging attitudes and at any one time we have service users who regard our courses as jolly japes. If they are to derive a long-term positive benefit from coming on our courses, such attitudes have to be countered robustly and, if we have to wipe smirks off a few faces, so be it. We do not take people on our courses who are medically incontinent but we rely on service users to be honest with us about any ongoing health conditions, including bedwetting. If a service user hasn't been honest with us and if they don't abide by the rules of the course they are required to account for it. That's why all beds are checked by matron every morning and we have adjudication in a group setting after breakfast. By the way, we have a zero-tolerance policy on masturbation, Mr Faulkner! Having worked extensively in urology, Sarah and I have seen more than enough of its unhelpful and counter-productive effects."Mr Faulkner quickly withdrew his hand from his crotch area."Quite Mrs Glenson. Now turning to your grant application, I see that you applied for fifty five thousand pounds towards the repair of a gymnasium roof.""That's correct. My colleague and I have both sunk a lot of our own money into the venture but, even taking into account income from service users, we're stretched to find money for re-roofing the old gymnasium to a standard which will keep it watertight for the next 20 years. Our premises are based in an old secondary modern school which County Hall wanted to dispose of cheaply and you could say that fabric was an ongoing challenge." "Hmm. As a matter of interest, what do you charge your service users?""Usually two thousand pounds. That covers an intensive weekday course with induction on a Monday afternoon followed by three and a half days of serious work followed by the award of certificates after lunch on a Friday.""I see. Have you thought of increasing your fees?""We keep them under review but we think two thousand is a fair fee to charge most users at present. Part of it goes towards a bursary fund for service users who would benefit from attending a Holding for Life course but cannot afford to pay or require some level of subsidy."Mr Faulkner nodded. "I see, Mrs Glenson. Clearly your operation is run in a responsible way. Despite the reservations expressed by some committee members we are happy to award you fifty thousand.""Only fifty? We asked for fifty five." "I know, but that's our decision and we must abide by it. Mrs Glenson, I hope it's not an impertinence but I've noticed you crossing your legs and moving about quite a bit. You don't need to pee by any chance?"Anne smiled. "No more than anyone else who hasn't peed since seven this morning! Don't worry, I need to go but it's not an emergency." Mr Faulkner could barely contain himself."Mrs Glenson, you must be bursting. I know it's a big ask but I've never seen a lady pee. Would you be willing to pee for me? I keep a container - an empty pickle jar - in here just in case of emergencies. Here it is. One of the joys of working in offices shared with other organisations is that the loo's always occupied."Anne smiled broadly. "I'd be more than happy to oblige Mr Faulkner."Anne, deftly removed her dark blue stone washed jeans and, leaving her white maxi panties on, squatted over the pickle jar. She peed a little hesitantly at first but her stream soon became a strong one and Mike Faulkner watched, amazed, as she completely filled the litre sized jar, almost overflowing it. Although in middle age they occurred less readily than as a young man, he found himself developing an erection of a kind he'd not experienced for at least a decade. Without the aid of any kind of manual stimulation, he found himself ejaculating uncontrollably into his underpants, an experience he'd not met with since his twenties. Anne finished as abruptly as she started, got up and handed the jar to him. Carefully removing her pee stained panties she tossed them in his direction before slipping back into her jeans and zipping them up with the same ease that she'd removed them. "You may as well keep those knickers as a little souvenir, Mr Faulkner. I'm sure you'll find a use for them. By the way, I look forward to receiving the cheque for sixty thousand by Tuesday's post at the latest."Mr Faulkner looked bemused. "Sixty thousand? I thought we'd settled on fifty."A broad grin crossed Anne's face. "My dear Mr Faulkner, we settled on nothing. I applied for fifty five thousand and you offered me fifty. Now I'm sure you wouldn't like your interest in women peeing to become public knowledge, would you? It would be so embarrassing, wouldn't it, especially for a charity trustee?"Mr Faulkner went pale. "You're not try to blackmail me, Mrs Glenson, are you?" "No of course not. That's such a horrible word, don't you think? Let's just call it incentivising discretion, shall we? That extra ten thousand will fund five places for services users who wouldn't otherwise be able to attend. Look, if it makes a bitter pill any sweeter, I'm willing to offer you a free place on one of our courses."Mike Faulkner knew he wasn't going to get out of this one easily. How could he have been so foolish as to walk into such a trap? "Mrs Glenson, I'll speak to the committee and see what I can do. Thanks for the offer of a place on one of your courses but I'm not sure whether it's really me."Anne smiled."Sixty thousand by Tuesday's post, Mr Faulkner. You can send it to the rectory by courier or one of the signed for delivery services if you like. Anyhow, I must get a move on or Archie will wonder where I am. It's a pleasure doing business with you."With that, she turned and took her leave. Two hours later, Mike Faulkner pushed the door of Browndale Church open. The air was thick with a haze of incense, making him cough. As he struggled to get his bearings he was greeted by a genial priest in a long, Roman-style cassock, who'd been making his way towards the door."Good evening, sir. If it's Benediction you've come for, I'm afraid we finished five minutes ago."Mike Faulkner coughed again. The incense was really affecting his throat."No I've not come for the service. Are you Fr Archie by any chance?""Yes. How can I help you?""Fr Archie, it's really your wife that I was hoping to see - on an item of business."Fr Archie chuckled. "Well the last time I saw her she was in the vestry, just by the tower arch there, although she may have taken the thurible outside to empty. Got to return the contents to their native earth you know." Mike cleared his throat."Thanks Father. This doesn't seem like normal C of E though."Fr Archie laughed."We don't do normal Cof E here and, as for my wife, she's certainly not normal! Ah, speak of the wife, here she is. "Anne, there's a gentleman here to see you. I'll leave you two in peace. Remember to lock up when you've finished and don't forget the deanery synod supper at eight, darling."Anne beamed at her husband as he took his leave. "How could I forget darling? Praise God for supermarket cocktail sausages, ready made dips and mini scotch eggs."Leading Mike into the vestry, Anne eased the girdle from her waist and, with the slick effortlessness he'd seen earlier, removed her server's alb to reveal the same top and jeans that she'd worn earlier in his office. Turning to him, she gave Mike a smile he'd earlier learned to mistrust. "Well this a surprise. To what do we owe the pleasure?""It's about our discussion earlier...""I hope you haven't come to tell me that the sixty thousand isn't going to be forthcoming." "No not at all. I doubt the committee will agree to more than fifty but I can find the remaining ten thousand out of my own pocket. After all, I think it's a price worth paying in view of the alternative.""Good. I'm so glad we understand one another, Mr Faulkner. Was there anything else?" "Yes, it's about your kind offer of a free place on one of your courses. I've been thinking and I'd like to take it up."Anne hugged him and the smell of the incense which clung to her clothes, nearly caused him to pass out."Splendid! You won't regret it. As it happens I have a place available for the course starting Monday 1st October. If I get my sixty thousand by Tuesday I'll email or post you all the details including the medical form and the disclaimer which we ask all service users to complete and sign. By the way, I think we can afford to drop the formalities. From now on you can call me Anne if I can call you Mike.""I'm happy with that. Good night Mrs Glenson - I mean Anne.""Good night Mike! Look forward to seeing you on the 1st October."Mike walked out into the gathering gloom of the September evening sky, not quite knowing what he'd let himself in for but hoping that it wouldn't be too bad.THE END |
Hey there folks. Thought I might try something a little new. Let me know what you think, I'll try to make this an ongoing story.
Hedge magic. Witchcraft. Words that conjure gnarled hags picking through viscera for bloody portents, or souring milk, or stealing children. In some parts of the world, Kindra supposed, they could’ve been true. But here, in Brightbow, they were far more mundane. Her elegant, slight hand swirled a liquid in a round glass with steady precision, one hand on a mixing rod, the other’s fingers twirling in tandem near the candleflame below it. If you didn’t know better, you might dismiss it as idle gesticulation.
But Kindra was a witch. And the magic she wove through her fingers danced with the fire, cajoled it. Coerced it. Contained it. Caroused with it. You see, magic doesn’t make things out of thin air – or, at least, if it did, it was for war wizards and archmages and other fantastical nonsense dreamed up by nobles in castles far away.
“Magic works with the natural world,” she intoned, her voice focused but inviting. Teaching is an invitation, after all. “You can’t make it do things that natural world doesn’t want to. But if you ask nicely,” she said, turning her hand as if asking the flame to dance, “Maybe take the world for a turn and a tussle, put a little of yourself into the world for it, and it’ll step right alongside you in its own way. A little like a boy one fancies.” Her sharp, green eyes slid sideways, and her tanned, angular face held the hint of a smile. “Or girl, as fancy may go.”
Her audience, a curved and enregetic woman just coming into the word, blinked, then blushed and looked down slightly. Curly hair that played with gravity and the wind fell across her face and she brushed it away. She seemed nervous and fidgety, Kindra realized. She might have been, though that wasn’t all of it, she was sure. Wren had been her apprentice for all of three days so far, given over to the village’s witch when it was discovered she had the spark after waking up from sleep with the floorboards of her family’s house suddenly springing new growth. Kindra had been trying to get the youth out of her shell for all that time, with…disappointing amounts of success. In all fairness, however, being disowned by your family and left with the town’s dirty secret wouldn’t be easy for anyone. People might live next door to magickers here. They might even respect them. They certainly sought her help.
But Kindra almost never received an invitation to dinner.
“But what…About what happened at my h…My family’s house?” Wren’s voice was melodic, resonant in its low timbre and tinkling at higher pitch. Entrancing, the way wind chimes called. Kindra knew that would be a prime manifestation of the girl’s powers, at some point. Could feel the way she demanded attention, without ever knowing it.
The witch nodded slowly, giving some thought about how to respond as the liquid in the bowl finished its transition to a rich indigo. She put the mixing rod down, and slowly, moving in such a way as to let her apprentice see everything she did, closer her hand over the fire. Wren gasped quietly, expecting Kindra to cry out in pain, but when she opened her hand in front of the younger woman, there danced the flame, contained just above the witch’s hand.
“There are many magics, Wren. Many ideas in how they work, many thoughts in how they should work,” she murmured, focused in concentration and fascination as she made the little candlelight dance. “What I will teach you, and what I hope you learn, is that magic that springs from life. We look at forests, and see trees. But what you don’t see is that the trees live together, work together. Mushrooms talk through the soil, and the trees listen. And the animals call their own councils.” Kindra snuffed the flame, and adjusted her shawl to cover her more, the sudden chill from sustaining the fire making her shiver. Wren was quick – had watched her teacher in each move with intense dark eyes that drank her up.
“Rocks and sand cleanse the river, and the river cuts channels for life to grow anew. It is called symbiosis. And this magic is good, because it works to better each of us. Even when you don’t necessarily know the answer to a problem, knowing the laws and lore that guide you will help you create something good in the world.” Wren sat, rapt, if still fidgeting. The girl obviously had to release her water, and badly, though she was enthralled by Kindra’s words, her teaching. A girl in a town like this rarely gets an education, and a mind like hers ate it up. The witch was looking forward to what came next, but she needed Wren to understand this.
“When we don’t think about our magic, or the consequences of our actions, we may not foresee its costs. Magic cannot create something from nothing, and your expression of it had its own costs. Your floorboards sprang to life, and the tree outside your family’s home dropped dead the next day. The energy of life or other sources,” she said, returning the fire to the oil lamp she had stolen it from, “fuels these interactions.”
Wren nodded sagely, though Kindra was sure she didn’t fully appreciate the meaning of the message. Without living some life, one couldn’t. Of course, the preparations involved in today’s ritual probably didn’t help. Wren shifted from foot to foot, obviously distracted. Bless her though, she certainly was trying. The witch smiled.
“We’ll talk more of this again, for it is the most importance lesson you must, yet will never truly, learn. Today, we’ll be learning more of the magic that is profession. You’ve been very patient, especially given the circumstances. I assume you need to…?” She let the question trail off, drinking deeply of the situation.
“Yes, mistress. I really, really need to go,” Wren said with a tremble in her voice, a catch in her breath. She briefly held her hand to her forbidden place, the creases and crinkles of the younger woman’s dress outlining her hips. Kindra could feel a heat rising in her body. The apprentice continued: “What are we doing, exactly?”
“Just call me Kindra, dear one. You learn from me, and we learn together. I teach you not for my gain, but for ours.” Kindra turned, stepping toward the apprentice. “Unlike the more cosmopolitan centers of the kingdom, access to medicines, comforts, and even friendship and companionship are more difficult to come by out in the provinces. As a witch, you represent each of us who engage in magic. You are the guardian of the arcane energies here, and of the people too. We provide herbs and care for those who need it. For example, I provide the poultices and tinctures to the midwives that help women in labor. The medicinals that keep infants and children alive. Which is where this draught comes in.”
“But I’m not pregnant, Kindra,” said Wren in confusion, “Well, maybe with water.” She giggled, then groaned, slipping a hand between her legs. Wren was so focused on not peeing that she didn’t notice Kindra’s eyes watching in hunger.
“True. But there is a side effect to preserving life. It means that families need fewer children, for fewer will be lost to violence, disease, or famine. And so I aid there as well. This is called nightharbor, Wren. It causes the hormonal cycle – what this village calls a woman’s ‘red days’ – to falter and reset, to make her barren for a season. It causes no harm when taken in your state, for you have the fluid to quickly wash it from your body.” Kindra gazed on Wren’s curved body, fidgeting below her dress, the girl’s legs flexing in response to her need. She felt her heartbeat, subtly timed with intensity, felt her vulva become wet. “As you learn, you will experience each of what I have to teach you, so that you can understand how it affects others. You must know the experience, to be able to provide it.” She held the small bowl out to Wren, who took it with trepidation.
“Will it…I don’t know…Will it hurt?” Wren took the bowl and looked at it nervously. She wasn’t at an age that often sought out the services of one such as Kindra. Usually it was mothers already having passed the gauntlet; those with some experience who knew what they wanted.
“No, no,” Kindra laughed in a short, kindly way. Chimes against the wind. “The draught infuses your system, takes the part of us that builds toward a Quickening, and causes us to cease it. We pass this part through our water, none the worse for wear. Though it may make the process of watering a little faster,” she smiled, mischief dancing in her eyes.
Wren nodded. “Nothing to it then but to drink, right?” Removing her hand from her crotch, she held the bowl with both. With a deep, slow breath, she drained the nightharbor. Kindra knew from experience that the effect was subtle but fairly rapid. It slipped toward the stomach, coursing like a river, where it would spread into the blood. It drew not only the excess hormones, but some of the toxins one might find in civilization. Drew it to the kidneys, where it would flood the bladder. With enough liquid, of course, it caused not harm. No harm, except…
Suddenly Wren slammed her legs together with a gasp. There was, of course, the issue that the liquid drew itself into the bladder quickly, adding a great deal of volume all at once. For some, the desperation became almost immediately unbearable. For Wren, it was too much. “I…I can’t –.”
And Kindra watched as the girl took a couple of steps toward the door, trying to get outside, before she bent over, holding on for dear life. Immediately a blast of golden liquid erupted from Wren’s forbidden place, spurting against the floor. She tried to stop it, but the tap wouldn’t close, and she gushed urine down her legs, soaking her dress. In an afterthought, the younger woman pulled her dress out of the way, revealing a soaked and yellowing white cloth covering her nether regions. Almost involuntarily, she spread her legs and squatted slightly, giving in to her biological need. Pee poured out of her in a fountain, running down her legs in rivulets, puddling on the wooden floors. A subtle groan emanated from Wren in relief and – Kindra at least liked to fantasize – pleasure at the relief.
On and on she went, her own bladder in addition to the draught’s contents creating a small lake. Eventually, it trickled off, though it continued to drip from her for some time. It looked at though Wren had given up holding on, just trying to empty herself. When she finally stopped, the silence was deafening. Kindra watched Wren’s breaths, hard and deep from the exertion. After what felt like several minutes, the younger woman spoke.
“Did you know that would happen?”
Kindra blinked, broken from the spell. Dripping from her vulva. Desperately wanting to touch herself. But committed to her apprentice’s needs. “I…Yes. It…It is one of several possible side effects, though none of them are long-,” she paused as another burst of liquid poured from Wren, the younger woman pushing to empty herself with a deep sound. “Long…Term. I’m sorry.”
A breath. A pause. Wren glanced at her with an inscrutable look. “I bet you are,” she said, sarcasm leeched through.
Caught off-guard, Kindra scrambled. “I…I won’t make you experience something I won’t experience myself. I will teach you the nightharbor. And…And you can give it to me.”
Silence echoed within the witch’s home as she waited her apprentice’s answer. She hoped she hadn’t gone too far. Had she?
But Wren only smiled, a smile Kindra would come to know meant mischief. |
Mary looked at the 29-year old blonde sitting opposite her in their favorite cafe. Dressed in black jeans and a well fitting tee, he looked positively delicious! With his lean runner's body, and natural athlete's confidence, Josh was a really handsome guy. He looked slightly stressed though. Probably office stuff, Mary mentally shrugged. It usually took Josh a few hours before he could shake off his work-thoughts - Mary on the other hand, was an out of mind out of sight kinda gal. She worked really hard, but she enjoyed life too much to worry about work!She gently nudged Josh and brought him out of his reverie."Shall we order?""Yeah! Our usual?""Large chocolate milkshake for me, Large cold coffee for you, and a pepperoni pizza to share? Sounds like heaven" "Do you want to get another pizza packed up for dinner? I have some wine in the car""Let's get something else! How 'bout the takeaway kebab place down the street?""Thy wish is my command, my beautiful lady!" Josh responded playfully.His face broke in to a smile as he called over the waitress and placed their order. Mary loved the smile, but was a little concerned to see the stressed look returning once the ordering was over and their server poured them both tall glasses of water.----Josh was calculating how soon he could leave the table to take leak, without seeming desperate. In the 45mins it had taken to reach this place, his need to pee had grown to slightly concerning levels. He rarely actually needed to pee, even during long drinking session. It was always more of a convenience - unlike now. The throbbing organ reminded him forcefully that emptying it was a need that couldn't be postponed much longer.
He had always been proud of his bladder capacity, and made fun of folks who were always taking bathroom breaks. He would hate Mary to think he was bursting for a wee and had to run off as soon as they sat off (and nope, adults don't "burst for a wee". They remain calmly in control. Even if their bladder is throbbing alarmingly often and they've been tempted to squeeze their junk like a little boy. They wait. Until convenient).He also wanted to strategize his break. They had reached the cafe around 5:30. They would probably while away an hour in this laid-back atmosphere, then get the takeaway and leave for the beach, which was just half an hour away. It was really just a strip of sand - the rocky seabed no good for bathing. But the sunset is beautiful, and they could have a romantic dinner without disturbance from the gawking tourists. They would probably stay there till 9/9:30, and then leave for his childhood home, in a small town about 2 hours drive from there. There were no public amenities on the beach, and gas stations were few and far between (and he hated stopping to pee - though all these thoughts of pee was making his pee-hole burn from the pressure steadily building in his stomach). But that schedule meant he can't reasonably expect to relieve himself again before midnight. So ideally he would pee just before leaving - and arrive home without an unduly stretched bladder. But the pressure in his bladder told him that wouldn't work this time. He could almost feel drops leaking in to his urethra and slowly coming to the head. He knew it was all in his mind, but it was getting increasingly difficult to ignore. He was forced to jiggle his legs, and Mary had already asked if everything was okay. She probably assumed it was his office, but if he started squirming around the game would be up soon.Just as the waitress approached their table with their drinks, Josh's bladder gave a particularly insistent spasm. It has been nearly 5hours since it had been relieved, and it demanded attention. Right frigging now. Time to stop overthinking about using the fucking toilet and just do it! (Man, his parents with their insistence on "polite behavior" had really done a number on him)
He smiled at Mary and said he would be right back. He knew the toilets were around back, and started walking towards that.--------As Mary watched Josh go, she felt a twinge from her bladder, reminding her of unfinished business. It wasn't uncomfortable though. She decided to wait till they finished ... Josh usually got annoyed if she asked him to stop at gas stations, so she wanted to delay her pee as long as possible and avoid having to ask for another rest stop later in the evening. After the close encounter at the office she didn't want to stress her bladder too much. Also, to be fair to Josh, there was hardly any good rest stops till halfway to his home. There was one tiny place just before the beach, which charged you outrageous amounts to use their dirty little loo. She would much rather wait.She started sipping her drink as she waited for Josh to come back.-----As soon as Josh rounded the cafe wall, to go towards the toilets, he was stopped by a waitress."Excuse me sir? Are you looking for the rest room?"He just looked at her - he really didn't want an interruption at this point. He was really looking forward to finally emptying his bladder. He really should have waited in the office. He unconsciously crossed his legs and bent slightly forward. By now his bladder had already started to relax in anticipation, and he had to really concentrate to keep back the flood. The waitress continued "I am afraid they're out of order. The plumbing is really old, we're getting it all replaced. They had promised to have it all ready by today, but you know how things go ..."Josh could barely listen to this polite patter. The realization that he can't pee right now made his bladder spasm again. He crossed his legs a little tighter. He could just say "Oh, ok", and bend forwards a little more - trying to keep his bladder in check without resorting to holding himself."If you really need to use a restroom though, I can get someone to accompany you to the house across the street. We knew this situation might become problematic, especially with all the kids we get here. So the house owners very kindly agreed to let any customer who's desperate use their bathroom"Josh could barely keep from blushing. Did he really look that desperate? To go beg someone to use their restroom, to be compared to children without bladder control?"No I'm fine ma'am, thank you" he said rather brusquely."Ok then! Just give us a holler if you need us" she said as she turned back to go in to the kitchen, giving the man with the pretzel legs a slightly skeptical look. It seemed clear to her that if there was such a thing as an urinary emergency, then this was it. She could see his hands snaking towards his crotch, as if he needed to squeeze his dick shut. Oh well, she wasn't about to tell a grown man what to do with his bladder - it is his business, as long as he didn't wet their chairs. She shrugged and went on with her work - their chairs were plastic anyway. Clean easy.
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Author's Note - Apologies for the long delay in posting. Real life tends to get in the way sometimes. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. For the folks who don't really like male desperation - the next chapter will have more Mary in it, I promise :) But Josh will probably be the main focus (given the timeline I have created here) |
A small groan escaped his mouth as he realized just how desperate he was. Taking advantage of his temporary solitude he gave his dick a good strong squeeze. Ah that felt good! He brushed against the head through the jeans, rubbing a finger against his pee-hole. He had to admit, at least to himself, he was in trouble. But there was nothing he could do other than go back and finish his drink.Oh Lord, the drink! Even the thought of that large coffee entering his bladder made his bladder send out another spasm. This time he bent in double involuntarily as his fingers continued massaging his dick - trying to calm his bladder in to some semblance of control.He had been desperate before - during long drinking sessions with his mates, in crappy houses with single bathrooms. On long road trips, where he didn't want to waste time with breaks. Even marathon meetings at work. And he had made it every damn time. He will make it this time too. In fact, what was the choice?He straightened up as the throbbing in his bladder reduced to a dull ache, temporarily lulled by the massages. Given Mary couldn't pee here either, she will definitely ask to stop at that crappy cafe, to relieve herself before they hit the beach. He would be there in an hour, 90min tops. He gently touched his abdomen - his bladder felt hard, but for now the pain was under control. "Wanna take up that offer to cross the street"? That waitress who had spoken to him earlier broke him out of his reverie. Sh*t, how long has he been there?"No, no, umm, I wanted to order. A drink" he stammered out, blushing"Sure! Which drink did you want?" she asked cheerfully, as the man unconsciously crossed his legs again. She idly wondered if he liked being desperate? Who knew what went on in the minds of men!"A sparkling water please""Coming right up!"------Mary saw Josh walking back towards their table. About time! How long could a man pee? She guessed he must have needed to pee pretty badly - he had this weird competitive streak; he was never the first to leave the table to pee ... If he did that, he was probably in a bad shape.The thought made Mary irrationally excited. Josh holding enough pee to justify the extra long bathroom break. Suffering silently through the ride to the cafe, and their ordering - to save his pride!? It was sexy! She couldn't believe peeing could be sexy? But after her experience earlier today, she wasn't so sure.He was walking a little stiffly. She wondered if he had pulled a muscle or something - he played too hard most times. But she shrugged out of her thoughts as Josh sat down again. "There you are! Took you long enough ... Must have peed a gallon" she joked lightly.Josh blushed and said nothing, taking a swig of his drink instead.Mary followed suit and they fell in to comfortable conversation again, as only those who have been together, and secure, for an incredibly long time can.By the end of the meal, Mary's bladder had started sending distress signals. It was nothing compared to what she had suffered through earlier - but she decided to visit the restroom before leaving anyway. She would postpone her experiments for another day. Josh was being awfully quiet anyway - not the day for experimentation.-----As Mary excused herself from the table, Josh closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the table. Below the table he was squeezing his dick for dear life. The pressure from his bladder was so bad! Even adults had their limits it would seem. But there was no way he was going to be escorted to a stranger's bathroom, like a little kid who couldn't stay in control. The sparkling water hadn't helped. In his confusion at being caught staring longingly at the bathroom, he had forgotten that Mary hated sparkling water (apparently"fizz" had no business anywhere outside a Coke). So he had had to drink the whole bottle alone, putting more stress on his already full bladder. He gently massaged his stomach, as he rocked back and forth, trying to coax his bladder in to submission for another half hour. At least. An involuntary groan escaped his lips. He'll have to make a pitstop at that crummy End of The Line cafe, pay their stupid bathroom-charge and use that dirty bathroom. He hated stopping there, but right now the thought of finally releasing the pent up pee was heavenly.------As Mary rounded the corner, she saw a man emerge from the toilet with a bunch of tools. As she came nearer, he spoke up "Sorry miss, I am afraid this will take a while to sort out. The manager is furious I didn't finish before the weekend rush, but you know how things go ..."She quickly took stock of her situation as the plumber rattled on. Her bladder felt heavy, and a bit uncomfortable, but it wasn't aching or throbbing yet. She had had to change positions a few times through the dinner to fight off the twinges from her bladder though. She hadn't really drank a lot, but the not-nearly-finished status of her last pee and the exhaustion of her spinchter muscles from the mammoth hold earlier meant she felt fuller than normal.Though she wasn't desperate (yet), she would probably be soon. She had already unconsciously pressed her thighs close together - all the thoughts of pee making her bladder that bit more eager to rid itself of the golden contents. The thought of being desperate again made her irrationally excited though."If you wish one of the staff can escort you to the house opposite. They agreed to serve as emergency backup, if ye know what I mean" the plumber concluded."Oh thanks for the offer! That won't be necessary" replied Mary. As she walked back to the table her bladder sent a powerful contraction, as if to underline its displeasure. Well she would have to make a pit stop before the beach, that much was for sure. But she will enjoy the next hour!She clenched her spinchter shut as she rounded the corner again. Now that she knew she would have no relief for at least an hour, her need to pee seemed to be growing every minute. She pressed her thighs together one last time, before noticing Josh slumped on their table. He must be really tired!-------------Josh was jolted awake from his reverie as Mary asked him if everything was all right. Giving his dick one last squeeze, he willed himself to hold back the flood, and stood up.He immediately had to cross his legs and bend forward over the table. He could feel the urine sloshing around, pushing towards his dick. It took all his will power not to grab his crotch openly. His poor bladder throbbed in pain. 6 hours. About 3 litres of liquids, much of it caffeneited. Even his huge bladder was stretched to the limit. He needed to find a toilet, right now. But there was no way he would suffer being escorted to some stranger's toilet.-------Mary held Josh's hand lightly as they walked to the kebab takeout place. It was barely a 5min walk, so Mary suggested they leave the car parked at the cafe. The kebab "place" was basically an ancient food truck parked at a busy intersection - no parking, no seating, and definitely no toilets. But it had wonderful kebabs!The walk helped settle Mary's bladder a bit and she could concentrate on the evening's beauty. But as they waited at the kebab takeout place, she officially became desperate. Standing still seemed torture. As if gravity was pulling at the liquid inside her, enticing it to drip through.She crossed her legs to regain some control. She had to keep shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her bladder was throbbing again. She wasn't in pain yet, but knew it would come soon now. She really looked forward to sitting back down in their car, relieving some of the pressure from her bladder, and may be sliding a finger in there ...----------------The walk had been torture. But standing still was worse. Josh couldn't believe how badly he needed to pee right now. Not even after that meeting filled day, when he didn't get a chance to pee for over 12 hours, had he been this desperate.His bladder was straining against his jeans - a small bulge visible. He wondered where the kebab man peed. Probably in a bottle. Oh gosh, a bottle sounded inviting!Then he noticed Mary fidgeting, as she had been for the whole time they were waiting. As they waddled back to their car, him keeping his thighs pressed together, her occasionally crossing her legs, he had an idea. He would offer to find Mary a toilet - there was that MacD not 10mins away, albeit slightly out of their way. Oh that would be so much better than waiting another 30mins or (very likely) more to reach the End of Line cafe!----------"You okay?", it was Josh's turn to ask as they started walking back. So he had finally noticed the fidgeting it would seem."Yeah. Just need to pee like a racehorse"Josh raised an eyebrow at that. "Well, by the time I got to it, the bathroom was out of order at the cafe. So I'm kinda bursting here"Just the talk of peeing keyed her desperation up a notch. The incomplete relief from earlier not helping her case at all. She crossed her legs openly and prayed she would be able to wait till they reached that cafe."Sorry Josh, but you'll have to stop at that cafe for me to relieve myself""Do you want to go to the MacD back down the road? That's a lot nearer than the cafe?"Wonder of wonders, was he suggesting going out of his way for a pee break? He hated that!Then she noticed Josh's voice sounded really strained, and he was walking with his thighs pressed as close together as possible. And for the first time, Mary put together the strained walk back from the cafe bathroom, the silences, the weird walking posture he had even now. Josh must have found the cafe bathroom out of order too!Now that she looked, she could actually see a bladder bulge, straining against his jeans! It looked bigger than hers from the afternoon. He must be absolutely frantic to suggest going out of the way to pee. All this talk of finding a toilet wasn't reducing the pressure on her pee-hole though. Her bladder pulsed and her pee-hole burnt at the thought of relief so nearby. That MacD was barely 5mins away!As a strong urge swept through her, she was tempted to grab her crotch and massage herself, but she resisted the urge.
However, she was enjoying this way too much to go to the MacD and ruin her fun. No thank you. The delicious pressure was building up, and her pussy was becoming wet from the anticipation!And she wanted to see how far Josh would go to keep up the pretense that he wasn't the one bursting at the seams."Oh I'm fine Josh, don't worry about it. I can hold till the cafe, you don't have to go out of your way. I know how much you hate that"Then seeing the anguish on his face, and after a particularly bad wave in her bladder, she added "unless you need to pee badly as well? Was the cafe bathroom open when you went?"
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Author's Note - The name of the cafe is a tribute to one of my favorite stories on this site (I will use nothing but the name, of course. Go give it a read if you haven't already though, it is amazing).
I hope I did a better job balancing their viewpoints in this installment. Feedback welcome as always.
I haven't started the next part yet (though I do have a reasonably detailed outline), so if you have any ideas/requests about how this should go, feel free to leave a comment and I'll see if I can fit it in.
(There will be at most 2 more installments, but probably the next installment will end the series) |
Gee, thanks! ? Not sure we'll have a cold-war-ish holding competition, but I'll see what I can do ?
And there, she had asked point blank. He wondered if he should lie, but he knew there was no way he could drive or hide his desperation much longer, so he 'fessed up."No, it was out of commission.""Oh, too bad! Can you hold on for an hour? How bad is it?", there was concern in her voice. And may be a trace of a challenge."I am fine" he replied with more churlishness than the question demanded.------She would have laughed at Josh's competitiveness if she hadn't noticed the flicker of pain in his eyes.She gave him a quick hug as they reached the car. His rock hard bladder dug in to her abdomen. All her senses tingled at the thought of the stress on his bladder. An involuntary groan escaped his lips (or was it hers) as he crossed his legs. Apparently even a hug was too much pressure on his bladder.Well, on his head it was. And for all she knew, he enjoyed holding his pee. She focused on her own need, and decided she would rather concentrate on holding than driving."If you're not bursting, can you drive? I want to keep my legs crossed as much as possible" she said out loud with a mischievous grin.Sure enough her idiot of a boyfriend agreed to drive. Even though clearly he needed to cross his legs more than she did.They got in the car, and Mary immediately grabbed her crotch. She wasn't utterly desperate yet, but the feel of her fingers against her pulsing pee-hole was heavenly! She uttered a sigh of relief as they pulled on to the highway.-----------Josh could cry from the pain in his bladder. He saw Mary shamelessly fingering herself, again, and gave in to his need. He grabbed his crotch and held it tightly. It was like trying to pinch a pipe shut, after the dam had already burst. He rubbed his fingers against the head, the friction giving him some relief. It was nowhere near enough. Oh what he wouldn't give for a toilet right now! The long pent up pee pushed against his spinchter relentlessly. He barely managed to hold back the flood as another wave hit his bladder. Driving was taking all his attention, but it was difficult to ignore the desperate need for relief. The constant dull ache had given way for bursts of needle sharp pain shooting through his lower abdomen, and every time a wave hit he could just barely keep his pants dry.He was beyond desperate, and though it seemed impossible he could need to pee worse, his desperation was increasing every single second. Looking at Mary fidgeting freely while he couldn't even cross his legs was another kind of torture.He simply could not take it any more. Pride be damned, he needed to reduce the pressure. Unbuttoning his jeans while keeping an eye on the road and one hand on the steering was an exercise in dexterity he didn't want to ever repeat. While he struggled to hold himself, unbutton his jeans and drive safely at the same time, Mary seemed to relax a bit, sitting on her heels. Oh how he wished he had swallowed his pride and asked her to drive! He would give anything to keep his legs firmly crossed. As it is, he was sitting with his thighs pressed as close together as possible, but that just wasn't enough in the face of his desperation.------------Mary settled back on her heels, grinding them against her labia, trying to soothe her bladder. She was really regretting not taking Josh up on his offer of driving to that MacD. Her desperation had increased to alarming levels in the half hour they had been driving. She was really looking forward to that piss.She wondered how Josh was doing. He must be looking forward to the End of the Line cafe even more than her. It would be just 15mins or so now, and then she could have her orgasmic relief! Oh how wonderful would that be! Mary was suddenly jolted out of her day dreams by a whimper from Josh.Looking up, she saw a line of cars - not one of them moving. Oh fudge! Was there an accident up the road or something? No no, not again!-----------Josh could not hold back the whimper as he stopped the car. The tears finally came out along with the first drop from his tired bladder.This was too cruel! He had done so well to stay dry, even though the pressure was unbearable. He had even hidden his need from Mary! But now? It looked like there was hundreds of vehicles in front of him, stuck behind a pile up probably. He had been so sure he would release his load in 15mins max - but who knew how long it would take to reach the cafe now?He was in incredible pain, his bladder screaming for release. He twisted his legs together and bent forwards trying to keep his bloated bladder under control. He unzipped his jeans completely, and his rock hard bladder popped out in a very visible bulge. His hand snaked into his underwear and gripped his throbbing dick shut. He was beyond shame - he just wanted to keep his pants dry.--------------Mary's eyes almost popped looking at Josh's bladder bulge. He had finally given in and held himself. Her heart clenched at the sight of her beloved boyfriend in so much pain. Momentarily forgetting her own predicament she reached out a hand to comfort Josh.He responded with a sob. "I am about to pee my pants like a 2 year old!""It's okay baby, let go if you have to. It'll be okay!""No it won't!" Josh was squirming again, crossing and crossing his legs, trying to clench everything shut. His muscles were bulging from the effort of holding his pee-hole closed. His bladder was potruding out like a pee baby. Watching him would be hot, if not for the utter look of anguish on his face. There was no doubt he was in the last stages of desperation.Gasping a breath, Josh stuttered out "Can you drive? I must hold" and the golf ball size spot on his jeans testified to the truth of it.Mary knew it would be very difficult for her to hold on without sitting on her heel, but anyway they didn't seem likely to move anytime soon. She'll cross that bridge when she gets there. Her boyfriend was definitely in worse shape anyway, and unlike her against his will."Of course babe! Let me come over that side. You can just scoot over here - don't worry about standing up now"She opened her door and climbed out. The moment she stood up, there was a rush of pee towards the exit, aided by gravity. She wished she was wearing a long skirt - she could have let some go! But in this tight jeans? No such luck. It took all her will power to not bend in half and do a pee pee dance. The driver from the next car gave her stiff walk a sympathetic look.She managed to climb back in, still dry. But she knew she would be wet soon, one way or another. Her clit was throbbing in arousal - the thought of the challenge ahead of her was, well, interesting. She wasn't sure she would make it, and under normal circumstances she would have been mortified. But given Josh's extraordinary desperation, he definitely wouldn't make it - so whenever her body did give up, it wouldn't be too embarrassing. He would understand ... And without the embarrassment, all she could think of was the absolutely orgasmic relief that would accompany the pee. It was making her horny as hell! A small hiss brought her thoughts back to her very desperate boyfriend. Josh's situation seemed to have worsened. The wet spot was visibly bigger now. He was still heroically fighting it, holding himself with both hands now, but he looked like nearly at the need of his rope."I am so so sorry Mary! I am a disgrace! Adults should be able to hold as long as required, but I just can't!""Babe, we are all caught short sometimes. I'm bursting too! I really needed to go at the cafe"---------And finally Josh admitted his need out loud. There was no way of hiding his needs, so he may as well 'fess up. "I needed to go badly at your office. I haven't peed since lunch""Woah, that was like six/seven hours ago!""Yes, and the tons of soda hasn't helped. I wanted to pee before I left office, but the gents was closed for cleaning""Why didn't you say something!?""Why didn't you agree to go to that MacD!? Same reason - adults shouldn't have to inconvenience themselves for such bodily needs! Admitting my failures are embarrassing!"Mary reached out and gently stroked Josh's shoulder"Really? You think I was embarrassed to admit I needed to pee? It's a completely natural need you know!"Josh didn't reply, choosing to simply rock back and forth, somehow miraculously managing not to leak any further."Babe, that wasn't the reason ..."
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Author's Note - Sorry this took so long. Real life can be a pain, and sometimes the writing just doesn't flow ? I hope you all enjoy this. There will be one last part, and then I think I'll be done with Mary and Josh ? |
Mary took a deep breath and decided this was as good a time as any to share her new found 'pleasure' with Josh. He might be weirded out, heck she herself still was, but he was also her best friend and there was no way she would keep something from him.At the very least, he would be distracted. With a wry grin Mary settled down on her heel - grinding against it, relaxing from the pleasure. The extra friction was so good, she let out a small moan. Her bursting bladder settled, she started talking ..."Josh, don't be weirded out, but I didn't want to go to the MacD because I wanted to become desperate to pee"Yup, that got his attention all right. He finally looked up, though he kept both hands firmly clasped around his penis. Mary idly wondered how much liquid had Josh had? His crotch was definitely wet at this point, but there was hardly any telltale smell within the car. To have such clear pee, he must have drank a ton ... Finally Josh managed a surprised "'Scuse me?""Ok, so weird story - I didn't get a chance to pee all day at work today. Things kept coming up, and I kept getting more and more desperate. It fucking hurt, I had to pee so bad. So I understand what you're going through""And yet you intentionally wanted to be in this situation? Again? On the same day!?" Josh was incredulous"Hear me out?"--------Josh heard the pleading note in her voice and nodded. His abdomen felt bloated, his bladder was on fire, and though he was clenching with all his might, his spinchter was giving up. The small (and not so small) leaks seemed to have just made him need to pee more. He couldn't imagine why Mary would volunteer to be in this situation, but he was willing to hear her out. After all, he had plenty of weird kinks too."I know the holding part isn't so much fun, but when I finally peed, the relief was so intense I almost orgasmed"Josh let out an involuntary moan and closed his eyes shut. The image of Mary peeing nearly did him in. He could imagine the relief it would bring, finally letting the muscles relax, the pee gushing out of him. But he was an adult! He wouldn't pee his pants! He might leak, but he will hold on. He massaged his rock hard bladder, squirming to find a position that was a little less uncomfortable than the others. They would move soon. He would get to pee soon. In a proper sanitary facility. It'll all be okay!"Here, sit on this. And stop leaning forward"Josh opened his eyes to see Mary offering him a beach towel."I ... I .. I don't need to" he stuttered----------Mary rolled her eyes. Josh was really trying sometimes."Really? Because the wet pants say otherwise" she snapped. "I won't leak again", Josh responded with bravado. "And I don't see you sitting on one""Oh I plan to"It had been almost 15 minutes since they stopped, and she was really regretting not finishing that pee in the office. The pressure on her bladder was increasing by the second, and she was quickly nearing her limits. Her pee-hole was burning and her pussy was throbbing. If she didn't find a way to distract her bladder from its relief mission, Josh wouldn't be the only one with wet pants."Josh, stop being so competitive""It's humiliating! Adults never pee their pants""They do. I almost did. I peed in a coffee cup earlier today - it was that or my pants. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do!"---------Another wave hit his bladder at the thought of peeing in a coffee cup. Oh, just 'bout any receptacle would do, his bladder was desperate for some relief, any relief. He just about managed to not lose control by clamping his dick in a vice like grip, but he had to admit he might not be able to stop the next one."Just sit on the towel, will you?"Josh could no longer protest. He really was at the end of his rope."Lean back - your bladder needs all the room it can get."He didn't have any fight left in him. He complied, and it did seem to reduce the pressure a bit. He finally gave Mary a small smile."Thanks." he managed to whisper through gritted teeth"You're welcome babe. How bad is it?""My eyeballs are floating is the expression I believe" - Josh responded wryly-------Mary couldn't help but laugh. It was good to see Josh relax a bit, as far as is possible in this situation anyway. But as a tiny spurt shot out of her bladder, she regretted laughing. Her situation was quickly becoming critical - she wondered if she should just let some out, to relieve the pressure. But tempting as that sounded, she really did want to push herself to the limit - ah, the orgasmic pee she'll have as soon as this damn traffic moves."How much did you drink anyway?" - she blurted out the first question that came to mind. Talking was a good distraction from her bladder troubles. Or so she hoped.Josh whimpered at the question - Mary heard the distinct hiss as a large spurt shot out of Josh's overtired bladder. Thank goodness for the towel!"On second thoughts, discussing drinks in our current situation is probably not a good idea"
Josh gave a pained smiled at that, but gripping his dick tighter he responded anyway."Ye think? But I can't think of anything else at the moment, all I can think of is the gallons of liquids sloshing about. I drank a ton Mary. Way too much"-------Josh doubled over as another spurt threatened to escape, but through sheer superhuman will power managed to stop it. Talking about fluids is a really bad idea. But he was like a moth to a flame."I haven't peed since the beginning of my lunch break. That was what? Around 12 o'clock that was. I had only a small bottle of water and a soda with lunch. But then I had back to back meetings, from 1. You know how boring those are!""Yeah, proper snoozefests as you tell me. Once or twice. Just about every day" Mary went for the sarcastic.That drew a smile from Josh, but quickly turned in to a grimace as his bladder contracted again. Fuck, he had to admit, pissing his pants was a serious possibility. They had barely moved an inch in the last half hour! His cheeks red, he quickly continued his story. Talking at least keeps the humiliating thoughts at bay."Yeah, ok, I might have mentioned it once or twice too many! But sitting through those snoozefests meant I drank a ton of coffee and soda to keep myself awake, and just for something to do. Four mugs of coffee, and 3 cans of Coke to be exact - one at the start of each meeting.""Fuck! That's a lot! Your office really spoils you with the free sodas you know"-----Suddenly the traffic started moving again. Mary had to get down from her heels and drive. Now that wasn't fun. But one must do what one must do. The edge of the seat will have to do for now.They were going at a snail's pace, but they were coming nearer to that coveted toilet! Keeping one hand firmly on her crotch, she managed to find a reasonably comfortable driving stance. She should probably be grateful for the slow moving traffic - driving with only one hand would be out of the question otherwise."Fucking finally! Hallelujah!" Josh breathed out. He looked in immense pain, but he hadn't leaked anymore. They just might make it with their dignities intact.Josh picked up his story as they crawled along."Well, I was bored. I was alternating between coffee and soda for just something, anything, to do. And of course all those sugary sodas make me thirsty. So I had a few waters too""Geez, you went the whole mile, didn't you""Yeah, by the end of the last meeting, it is 4:30 and all those sodas are asking to be let out. So I make a dash for the restrooms, but they're closed for cleaning. I'm already running a bit late for picking you up, and which adult man queues up for the fucking bathroom anyway?""The one who drank like 3 litres of liquids in 4hours?""Well, I have a pretty good bladder control you know""I would make fun of it, but yeah, given the amounts you drank, I have to admit it."
"I would have pissed myself long ago in your situation" she added softly. "So I get in the car and think no problem, I will just use the toilets in your lobby""But that doesn't happen because I'm waiting out?""Yeah. At this point, I need to pee pretty bad, but it's not that bad yet. I know I can pee at the cafe, soon. And compared to now? It was like a fucking empty bladder""I wonder how you stopped yourself from making a dash to the toilets the moment we entered!""Well, I was pretty desperate at that point. But sitting down helped. Till that waitress started pouring the water. That sound just pushed my desperation through the roof""Why in the world did you order that water, on the way back from the closed toilet, if you were already that desperate?"
"Well, the waitress caught me doing an embarrassing pee pee dance in front of the toilet! I told her I was just waiting to order. Sparkling Water was the first thing that came to mind""You had some luck today didn't you. I don't know how you forced yourself to finish that huge milkshake and the water!""Well, pride will make you do strange things. I was almost peeing my pants, but I couldn't bring myself to admit it""You must have been really desperate when you suggested driving to the MacD""Yeah, I could barely keep the seal on. I thought I was a 9.5/10 and it could get no worse. Well, it's like a 15/10 now. I can feel the urine sloshing around. My bladder is constantly throbbing, like it is really angry at all the pressure. My dick hurts from trying to clamp it shut. I really don't know how much longer I'll last!""It's okay baby. It's okay to let some out you know. I'm thinking about it myself. It would be so good to reduce the pressure a bit, even a tiny little bit""I couldn't, couldn't possibly piss myself on purpose!""I know. Just know that I won't judge if you can't hold on. Ok? I love you""I love you too!"-------The cars stopped again, and Josh gave a whimper as scissored his legs. Ah, that felt good! The friction somehow both erotic and decreasing the urgency of the situation.Mary groaned too, but at this point, what was there to say? She saw Josh frantically scissoring his legs together like his life depended on it, and somehow his intense desperation managed to calm her bladder. Like it finally knew it could be a lot worse.As the minutes ticked past, and the cars didn't move, the tears started rolling out of Josh's eyes from the sheer pain. The scissoring wasn't helping anymore, neither was putting more pressure on his numb member. Another spurt burst forth, as he fought with all his might to stay in control.Mary reached out a hand to gently touch his shoulder."Don't ask me to let some go! I won't" he snapped"Wasn't going to." she responded equivocally. "Was gonna say, you may want to put your fingers directly above the pee-hole. Block it sort of. I know it does jackshit, but believe me, it helps. And, erm, may be instead of just squeezing the circulation out of your dick, give it a few tugs""What the fuck!""I'm serious ... Believe me, it'll help. After all, you pretty much physically can't pee if you're hard""Fuck. Off. You can't be seriously asking me to jerk off""Just trust me. What have you got to lose?"And as Josh felt his control slipping again, pee leaking out by drops, about to become another huge wet spot, he decides to take Mary up on her advice. What has he got to lose anyway?--------Miraculously it helps. And while there's no way he can be aroused from this, stroking his dick did seem to do more to reduce his desperation than squeezing tight had.From a 15/10 to a 13.5/10. But he'll be glad for small mercies.The cars were finally moving at a decent speed, and Mary had to fully concentrate to keep on holding and driving at the same time.The thought of the forthcoming relief foremost on both their minds, they were both silent, concentrating all their conscious thoughts inwards, on that one small muscle begging to just relax.That is, till they turned a corner and could see The End of the Line cafe down the road. With cars parked a mile from it. Looked like they weren't the only ones "inconvenienced" by the traffic!----------Josh swore, and then whimpered. So. Close. So. Fucking. Close. And yet so far! He couldn't imagine surviving a queue at this stage. He really couldn't believe it. The tears in his eyes was a combination of frustration, humiliation and pain.As Mary zoomed past the cafe, he knew his control had crumpled. He quickly removed his hands from his pee-hole as he realized there was no stopping this stream. With a loud hiss, all that hot pulsing pee finally came gushing out and soaked the towel. There was a small rivulet soaking through his crotch and moving down the legs of the jeans. Ah, it felt so good!For 20s he just enjoyed the bliss that was a hard earned pee, his brain having no space to think of anything else, as a strong jet of colorless pee continued to pour out. Then the humiliation stuck, the realization that his bum is now soaking wet, he's sitting in a puddle of his own pee.He instinctively brought his legs close together as his consciousness won over and he tried to cut off the stream. But his bladder was still rock hard and potruding out, and in no mood to cooperate. It was a good 30s more before he could even reduce the jet stream to a mild rivulet, another 20s to reduce it to a very slow trickle, and only after 2 full minutes was he back in control.He still needed to go, and by some cruel trick, not all the pee that had escaped seemed to have decreased his urgency. Apparently emptying half of your distended bladder still leaves you with a mightily full one. But his bladder was no longer potruding out, and the pain wasn't there.Or, the physical pain at least. The humiliation? That was something else.---------Mary heard the sniffles and tried her best to assure her boyfriend that it was okay. She realized with some surprise that in spite of the massive wetting, Josh must still need to pee. His posture was still screaming that. But right now all she could think of was her own relief. Not wetting herself right along with Josh was one of the most difficult things she had ever done, and she knew she had mere minutes before she would be left without a choice just like him. She prayed she had remembered the route right from her previous times here, in long ago summers.-------When he regained his senses enough to wonder where they were going, "alternative toilet" is all Mary would tell him. Josh recognized they had turned off from the main beach road, but he had never been here before. Probably the highway to the next city, given the number of cars that were passing by? May be Mary knew of a cafe there.He crossed his legs just in the nick of time, as Mary turned off in to a very ill maintained road. The bump almost caused him to leak some more, and he saw Mary's hand jump to her crotch. Where the hell were they going?-----After a few bumpy minutes of riding that dirt road, where each bump jolted her bladder and all its contents threatened to spill out at once, she saw what she had been looking for.This "road" actually led all the way to the cliff above the ocean, looking down on the beach. It was a beautiful, romantic place she had planned to take Josh someday. There was a trailer park there, where she had camped once upon a time. But no, she wasn't planning to go and knock on someone's door begging for a toilet.
Anyway in the hour it would take to reach there on this road (it just got worse, if memory served) they would both be beyond needing a toilet.No, what she was looking for was the start of the "woods". The trailer park had been surrounded by a thick, green forest, that the campers usually went "hiking" on. No trails, just walk in the woods, enjoy the flowers, smell the fresh air, that sorta thing. But woods are also great places to pop a squat. And she meant to.----Mary stopped the car in the middle of nowhere."What! Where? What.." Josh was incoherent"The woods, come on, that's our toilet" Mary urged him on as she squirmed in desperation."Here? It's not, we can be seen, we can be labeled sex offenders, we can ..""Chill, will you? The only thing on this road is a trailer park. The people who enter this road are not the kind to report anything to the police, thanks to the constant harassment they always get. Probably wouldn't even report a murder. Much less 'indecent exposure'. Come on now"Mary knew standing up would be the tricky part now. She fingered herself shamelessly as Josh's eyes bulged, but she was gonna need all the help. Her jeans were still miraculously almost dry, and she wanted it that way."Standing up's gonna make it worse.""Oh". Josh gave himself a preparatory squeeze as well, almost in relfex, and blushed. He climbed out. It wasn't good enough to prevent another spurt escaping - but his jeans were already so wet, it didn't make a difference.For a minute Mary surveyed Josh's damage. The material around the crotch and ass were soaked through, as were the insides of his pants till about thigh level. Looks like he had managed to position himself so that the towel took most of the damage. Good. Sitting around pee filled socks would have been a different kind of humiliation all together, she thought dryly. The towel had absorbed the pee and turned a shade darker all through, but hopefully nothing much had seeped through to the seats. Any way, they will deal with all these tomorrow - right now, she needed to pee.Mary strode confidently in to the forest."While no one's gonna report us, being found peeing will still be embarrassing. So one of us has to stand guard."Josh gulped. The thought of being caught made him reconsider this, but as his bladder throbbed again, he knew he was all in."Can I pee first, please?" He pleaded instead. "I am absolutely bursting""So am I Josh" Mary pleaded backAnd Josh knew he had to give in. Mary's pants were still dry, she deserved the chance."Please be quick?" he begged"I'll stop as soon as I can. Just relieve the pressure so I can hold till you finish. Promise""Thanks" he responded in a small voice.They had reached a point where the group dipped down steeply, almost like in to a ditch. They wouldn't be visible from the road at all, and they should be able to see anyone coming, with the lookout standing on top. And the sharp slope would also give a person some privacy from their lookout.In other words, "toilet".Mary's bladder almost gave in as she thought it, and she had to bend in half and grab her crotch to just keep her pants dry. Now to explain the plan. Without peeing herself."Josh? You here. Lookout. I, " She wasn't capable of forming coherent sentences anymore. Thankfully Josh nodded and Mary decided she would simply lead by example about where to pee.She slithered down the slope and behind the first thick clump of trees she encountered. As she fumbled to pull her pants down, she noted her assumption of privacy from the lookout was right too. So no watching Josh finally letting it rip. Oh well, fantasies for another day. Right now, she had to pee.She put one hand inside herself and furiously massaged her pee-hole as she used the other to drag the jeans down. Losing her panties to that dustbin had been a blessing in disguise! Her fingers felt so good in there, but a loud whimper from Josh, followed by a plea to please hurry up broke her out of it. Her bladder was about to burst and she really didn't have time to spend pleasuring herself right now. Another idea, for another day.She quickly pulled her pants out of the way, but before she could even lower herself fully in to a squat a stream of strong, hot, piss shot out of her. Ah, that orgasmic relief again. She moaned and sighed from the pleasure as the forceful stream created (and quickly filled) a hole in the dirt and then a rivulet started rolling down the slope. It was so so good!After 45s she was still gushing at full steam and she felt like she could go on for an hour more. But she remembered her promise and tried to cut off her stream and give Josh a chance to relieve himself. Almost at the same time, Josh cried out "babe, please hurry, I can't hold on" and the pain in his voice was palpable. And she was trying, she really was, but she couldn't even reduce her stream.After being denied full relief once, her bladder simply wasn't gonna be denied again. "I am trying, but I can't stop baby. Just, just a few seconds more. Please"And she continued trying, but could stop only when there was not a drop of pee left in her, after almost 2 minutes.She finally pulled her pants up and started trudging back up the slope to end Josh's "5 longest minutes of my life"------------Josh watched as Mary slithered down the slope and disappeared from view completely, behind a group of trees. She had chosen well, he must admit. It was the most private place possible. He could lean against the tree, close his eyes, and pretend he was using an urinal at office, and none of this had ever happened.But his bladder throbbed and tried to force some more pee out, punishing him for not using that urinal at office in the first place. He crossed his legs, ground the thighs together, somehow, somehow trying to maintain control. He begged Mary to hurry up. Oh he was being a terrible lookout, but the toilet looked so private, and really he had to pee so so bad. He couldn't think of anything else except the liquid in his bladder, pushing against the tiny tired muscle, wanting out.As he straightened again, the ridiculousness of the situation hit him. Here he was, in wet jeans, standing in the middle of a deserted forest, waiting in line to use a fucking tree. While there were at least ten trees he could piss against without moving more than ten steps. And he was in this situation only because he refused to queue outside a perfectly good toilet for a minute!It might be his imagination, but he could hear Mary peeing a gusher. And that just pushed his desperation up another notch. It was like in the traffic, before he had peed all over that towel, like he can't wait a single second more. Oh Mary had surely been peeing for 5minutes now! She had promised to let him go as soon as she had "relieved the pressure a tiny little bit. Just enough to not piss my pants". Surely she had peed enough!He called out again, but as he heard the pleading in her voice he remembered how difficult it was for him to stop wetting! How much more difficult must it be for Mary when she has finally managed to find the place to pee in privacy?He seriously considered just peeing against the nearest tree - he was a shitty lookout anyway. But something stopped him, it just felt wrong. He had to wait for the toilet, just like adults all do. He gritted his teeth and started massaging his cock again, like Mary had suggested. It would relieve the pressure enough to hold on. It had to. He was hopping from foot to foot like a kid in front of a locked bathroom door, when he saw Mary finally come back in view. He started running down the slope immediately, sliding his member out as he passed her, without even acknowledging her. Finally, finally, 8.5hrs later, he could take a piss.A strong stream shot out of his dick the moment he crossed the tree that had hidden Mary from view. His body couldn't wait a nanosecond longer once the coveted toilet was reached. His bladder couldn't wait for him to stop walking, find the best position and aim, it needed the relief now! Especially with the cold night air tickling his bared dick, making him shiver.He simply leaned against the tree and let it rip. He was pissing all over the bathroom floor, but he had made it! So who cared! A strong stream of golden liquid arched out and spattered and hissed. Pee was rushing out of his bladder at full speed and he peed for a full minute before the gusher became a trickle.He relished finishing his pee, squeezing and shaking the last drops out, the feeling of an empty bladder after so so long! He just soaked in the relief for a few seconds, before zipping himself back up.
His jeans no longer digging in to his bladder! Ah the simple joys of life! May be he did understand how Mary could want to become desperate, bursting for relief. The results really are worth it ...-------As he reached the top, Mary immediately said "Sorry, I really really tried to stop peeing. I just, just couldn't. I'm so sorry". The guilt was really bugging her, Josh not even acknowledging her as he rushed past."Baby! You don't have to apologise! I know you couldn't stop. I couldn't have either - even with my half emptied bladder""You're not mad at me, right?""I'm just incredibly grateful you got us to a toilet"And at that they both laughed. Mary went forward and pulled Josh in to a tight hug, wet jeans and all. Josh leaned in for a kiss, and with empty relaxed bodies, they kissed long and hard. And dirty.When they finally pulled apart, Josh said "What say we skip the beach and have the picnic near the road instead?""I know just the spot! It's a few minutes walk from where we parked, and you'll love it!"Just as they came back on the road, Josh quipped "We should visit the toilet before leaving for home". They both burst in to peals of laughter as they continued walking hand in hand, enjoying their unexpectedly desperation-themed date!
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Author's Note - And thus ends the tale of Josh and Mary. Thank you for sticking through this mammoth tale. You have survived nearly 10k words of my writing! Congratulations! Please do leave your feedback - especially what else you would like me to write/anything you would like me to write differently?
[Also, thank goodness I never actually ran a word count before today - I never would have had the courage to post. ]
To the ones who encouraged me through out the two J&M stories, thank you. This last 5k word chapter never would have been written down otherwise. I was very sure no one could actually like such long stories, other than me. But you said you liked the long desperation, so this one's specially for you.
Hope you enjoy it!
PS - Fingers crossed the wetting and outdoor peeing part works for you all. My primary thing is desperation - the rest tend to be all embellishment, so these were rather difficult to write. |
“My love, I can’t find it. Are you sure it’s not at work?” she moans from our bedroom. I hear shuffling of our bed frame, being pushed back into place. I’m in the living room, doing the same as she. I lost my Grandfather’s watch. The one thing his cold heart decided to give me, the one thing that proved he cared about something.
I shout back, “Look harder babe, I couldn’t have left it anywhere else.” She doesn’t understand how important this watch is for me. I would never have taken it out and left it in some bathroom stall or restaurant table. This watch was folded into my pocket the second I took it off in public.
I get up off the floor and move the couch back to where it was. I sigh and put my hands on my hips, looking around the tables and floor one more time before going to our bedroom. At this point in the search, I’m panicking, I have no clue where it could be.
“Babe, I couldn’t have just left it somewhere. I’m more respon-” I say as I walk into the bedroom to find her emptying out our bedside table drawers, but something about her is different. She sits with her legs folded underneath her, her hips moving side to side with urgency. She looks like she has to… she looks like she has to go pee? “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,of course, I’m fine!” she says, putting the drawer back into its place and scurrying to the other table “Don’t just stand there! It’s your watch we’re trying to find!” I feel myself harden as I watch her struggle to focus. She’s holding her bladder tightly in order to concentrate on helping me find this watch. I’m torn between telling her I love her, or fucking her senselessly.
I’m close to acting on the latter before she darts up from behind the table with a golden twinkle in her hand.
“I FOUND IT!” she says, waving the watch in the air. “It must have slid behind the table when you took it off last night?” she says, placing it on the bed. I pick it up and buckle it around my wrist, feeling like an idiot for not thinking to check there first. She gets up and sits on the bed with me, continuing to wiggle her hips around. She looks to my waist, back up at me and says “Uh… are you hard right now?”
I’ve kept my pee kink from her for most of our relationship. I’ve brought it up as a possibility to her, and she never seemed against it, just unsure of it. But at this point, it was my perfect chance to give it a try with her. “Okay… so now that we know I didn’t throw your watch away, I’m gonna go use the bathroom before I burst,” she tries to get up from the bed, but I pull her back down. The word “Burst” just about drove me to my limit.
“Nuh uh,” I get on top of her and pin her arms above her head “I don’t think so.”
“Babe, come ooon, I gotta go now!” I feel her hips shake and I smirk, lean down, and kiss the bottom of her neck. She tightly crosses her legs below me knowing she won’t be able to hold it for much longer. I reach, my hand down and press against her hardened bladder. She is holding quite a lot, I could feel it right below her stomach. I press harder between her hips and she lets out a long, lustful moan. Her bladder is so large, it pushes against her clit when I apply pressure. Her tank top lifts just enough to see how much she’s expanded and it looks like she’s holding back so much. Just the thought of her holding anything more than a liter drives me insane.
I get my legs between hers and spread them apart, keeping my knees against her thighs, I kiss down her stomach. I reach her hardened bladder and look up at her. She bites her bottom lip and makes eye contact with me. I wrap my lips over a spot and suck on it. Her body convulses and she lets out a rough moan.
“Mmmmmf FUCK” she groans, lifting her hips up against me. I push her down with my legs once again and move my head to look at the bruise I’ve left.
I let go of her arms and tear down her leggings, stripping them from her body. I kiss down to her clit and lick up her body. I pull her to the edge of the bed, get on my knees, tuck her legs over my shoulders, and go to town. Licking her dripping wet pussy as she moans and squirms with a bladder about to explode. I grind and flick my tongue against her clit. I push my tongue in and out of her, tasting her all over. I can feel her vibrate against my tongue, holding back her enormous flood. I finally sit up and and feel her beginning to leak as it drips down the bed to my knees. I press my hand against her crotch, stopping the light flow. I smack her on the side of her thigh and she gasps and squeals.
“I’m not done yet!” I say, unfastening my belt and pulling my pants down to my ankles. I slowly push my aching cock into her, thrusting faster and faster as her moans get louder and louder. I feel the tip of my cock pressing against her full body. She hooks her arms over my neck, bringing me on top of her, pressing her body against mine.
I put my hands on her sides, bringing her body in and out. She tries to squeeze her thighs together because the tension in her bladder builds up even worse than before. I tower above her, pressing my hands against her breasts, running my fingers through her hair, and spanking her fat ass. I rock my body back and forth against hers, slowing down as I feel the urge to cum. With one final pump into her body, I orgasm inside of her, pulling out and watching it drip out of her, not only my cum but a waterfall of urine. It pulses wildly out of her, like she’s absolutely lost all of control of her body. I get underneath the flow, it runs down my body, and soaks right into the carpet as she releases what seems like a gallon of urine. My fantasy has finally come true.
Once she finishes, I crash onto the bed next to her, both of us breathing heavily. I turn her head towards me and give her a peck on the lips. With my thumb and index finger placed against her chin, I say “Thanks babe, I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Cum or find your watch?” she giggles.
“Hmmm… Both?” I say, kissing her one last time before getting up and grabbing us towels. "Next time, we're measuring that bladder."
Edited September 24, 2018 by FreedomWriter
Frosty wanted it longer
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My girlfriend is one of those people who gets really, really focused on whatever she's doing. She's competitive to fault. Sometimes she pays no attention to her filling bladder until it's almost too late. There have been a couple of times where she's almost lost it and were At Home! Come to think of it, I imagine a lot of us are like this because we assume we're at home and we can go whenever we want so we don't plan for it. We used to live in a 3BR/3BA house in the suburbs so there was always a toilet available when needed. Even if there weren't, there was even the privacy of the fenced backyard (not that it had ever come to that). We had recently moved to a very urban area, to a small apartment with one bathroom. When we have friends over, that leads to a little more wait time and coordination needed around facility use.
The first time it happened, we had friends over and we were heavy into a game of Cards Against Humanity, or was it Monopoly? I hardly remember. It was one of those board games that last forever. I can tell when she has to go, even when it hasn't even registered in her brain yet. With a few drinks in her, she's tremendously social and extroverted and is often so busy laughing and connecting with people that her own needs don't register. She sat casually on the couch with her legs drawn up beneath her. She was wearing a full, loose knee length skirt that bloomed around her and demurely kept hidden what her legs were doing. I could tell that she had to go because every so often she would rock. Or bounce until the urge had passed. She was already sitting on her feet and her heel would naturally find the right angle to push subtly against her pee hole. There was no way she was getting up until the game was over and it went on and on and on and although she remained engaged, her knees were fluttering nonstop by the time we wrapped up. I knew she wasn't worried though, because we were at home. I think though, that she had forgotten that we had one toilet and several guests over. And if the one bathroom was occupied, it meant waiting.
I watched her closely as she got up from the couch and I could see the desperate urge hit her like a pile of bricks because she grimaced and tensed all over, bent over suddenly and squeezed her thighs together and her hands found her lap and I could tell she was fighting the impulse to grab her crotch in front of all our friends. Instead, she grabbed the front waistband of her panties through her skirt front and yanked them up so the material would press against her groin while she bolted to the bathroom. (I had found this trick fascinating when I first saw her do it and asked her about it. It's not something everyone does. It's not that effective, she tells me, but it's not as shameless as grabbing oneself in public. the extra bit of upward pressure can be reassuring if there's no other way to hold.
I had noticed that our friend had gone in there and shut the door a moment before and my girlfriend's expression turned from anticipation to horrified when she realized that she would have to wait. She knocked and there was an exchange had through the locked door. She had been desperate for a lot longer than I thought because she started frantically pacing back and forth in front of the door until she suddenly turned on her heel and strode into our bedroom. The bathroom door was in plain view from there and I figured she was going to wait in there rather than put on a show for everyone.
I followed her and found her sitting and bouncing on our bed clutching herself. She looked past me as I came in, not taking her eyes off the still closed bathroom door. I noticed that in the privacy of our bedroom, in her franticness to hold herself securely the copious fabrics of her skirt had ridden all the way up around her wrists and she was clutching herself two-handed through just her panties. "I needa go bathroom." she moaned to me as she met my eyes briefly before going back to staring intently at the still locked door across the hallway. Although she speaks fluent English 95% of the time, it's not her first language and sometimes she leaves out words in times of great distress or upset.
Suddenly she stopped bouncing and re-tightened her grip on herself (the fabric of her skirt riding higher and higher as this was happening) and instead fanned her legs rapidly until it became clear that that wasn't going to serve any better. She tried squirming from side to side and found that also detrimental. Her soft moans to herself had become more like whimpers as she said again and again, "I have to go bathroom.... *whimper* I have to go BATHROOM." She got up and started pacing around the room only to be overcome by a wave of desperation so enormous I'm surprised she didn't lose it right there. She bent over and held herself with all her strength while frantically running in place and I could see tears in her eyes at the exertion.
"What is he DOING in there?!" she wailed. (Later she told me that our friend told her through the door that he was in there being sick.) "I hafta go bathroom!!!" (Maybe it is a foreign language thing, maybe it is a formailty thing, but my girlfriend rarely just says she needs to pee.)
I decided to take charge of the situation. I sat on the bed and I my girlfriend to come sit on my lap for a minute. "I can't! I'll wet you!" her voice shrill with anxiety, she continued to march in circles and clutch at herself and moan. There was an actual visible tread in the carpet from where she had been pacing. I grabbed her by the sleeve first and caught her wrist and pulled her down into my lap. Or rather, onto my left thigh (I am a pretty big guy and she is a fairly petite girl) and buried my hands between her legs and told her to squeeze her thighs around them. She obliged. "I gotta go bathroom. I gotta go bathroom!!! I gotta go bathroom!!!" she kept repeating urgently to herself.
"Yeah, but you can HOLD IT. You're holding it. I got you." I assured her. I kept her in my lap and she was bucking and grinding into my hands and I was touching her firmly and rubbing her pee hole assuringly. My dick was hard against her back and I could feel her calming down and responding to that and she pushed back against my dick and we both moved to the waves our mutual mounting arousal. And then the door to the bathroom (which she still had not taken her eyes off all this time) finally opened and she was off my lap like a gunshot and she pissed in there for she reports back, "like 3 minutes." She returned to the bedroom, much more herself again, and of course we had some of the hottest sex we've had right in that moment. |
Kumiko didn’t know exactly how long she had been tied to the wooden post since her abductors put her there, but it was long enough to induce an urgent need to urinate. She was already terrified about what might happen to her and the ropes pulled tightly across her body and arms (which were also tied behind the post at her wrists) hurt, but her greatest concern at the moment was her full bladder.
She did, however, know how she got here. Her husband was a moderately wealthy merchant who owed gangsters a lot of money, and she was walking home just several hours before when suddenly she was grabbed by four men and dragged her into a nearby alley, one putting his mouth over her hand before she could scream while another tied her hands behind her back. Then she was gagged and put in a storage compartment and taken to the house they were at now. Kumiko wasn’t sure where exactly it was, but looking at the cellar she was in, it was a good guess that it was still in the Nihonbashi business district (gangsters and merchants could sometimes be one and the same). She wondered how long she would be in this position. Even in the unlikely event that her husband had contacted the local police, they were made up of samurai who normally considered the merchant class parasites, so any case involving merchants would be of low priority for them.
Just then, the cellar door slid open and two people stepped down. It was one of the lackeys who abducted her and the head gangster’s lover, who was young and attractive, but also had a mean countenance and wore a gaudy print kimono. Kumiko herself was still a rather attractive woman at 33.
“The boss said we need to check on the woman,” she heard the lackey saying. When they walked toward her, the mean-looking gangster’s girl laughed and said, “What does the rich lady have to say?” and pulled down her gag. Kumiko’s need to urinate was now extremely urgent and she decided to ask her captors to take care of it.
“I need to use the place of relief. Could you please untie me?” She was seated in a kneeling position while tied up and her legs were noticeably squeezed together underneath the kimono.
The girl cackled maliciously and the lackey chuckled with her. “So the rich lady needs to piss, does she?” she said. “Well, that’s just too bad! You’re not going anywhere until your husband pays us.”
“Please, it’s really an emergency…” The rest of Kumiko’s plea was muffled by the gag being put back in her mouth. They both laughed a little again.
“Come on, let’s go back upstairs,” the lackey said.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” the mean girl exclaimed. “Let’s invite the lady to the party!” Then they both ran upstairs and about a minute later, the lackey came back down into the cellar with another dull-looking lackey and they untied her from the post (her hands were still bound behind her) and dragged her upstairs. Her bladder was screaming at her now.
Upstairs, Kumiko could see that there was a party going on in the i-ma, and more. Three couples were openly making love. A drunken homely woman was plucking a samisen and singing, doing both poorly. Empty sake bottles were strewn about on the tatami. But she mostly noticed the tattooed, middle-aged oyabun sitting in the middle of it all looking seemingly detached. He then looked over at Kumiko and flashed a devious grin.
“How nice of you to join us”, he said humorously. “Kobun, let our guest speak.”
The dullard kobun took off her gag again. She had only one thing to say:
“Please untie me, I really need to make water!” she pleaded, close to tears. Her desperation was so great now that she forgot her formality. She was standing in front of them with her hands still bound behind her and legs were trembling.
Almost everyone else in the room laughed at her plea. The oyabun just smiled. “You can make water right now if you wish”, he replied. His girlfriend cackled. “But we’re not letting you go until your deadbeat husband pays up.”
Kumiko couldn’t believe he just suggested that she wet her kimono! “PLEASE, I…” The gag was put back on.
“Tie her to the pillar over there,” the oyabun ordered. “I’m going to bed now.” Then he retired upstairs, leaving Kumiko to the mercy of his underlings, his cruel woman, and his guests. She was tied to another wooden post in a standing position, in tremendous pain from her need to urinate.
“Let’s see if she pisses herself”, the mean girl said suddenly. Then she, the four other women and dumb kobun kneeled in front of Kumiko.
“Aw, what’s the matter? Do you need to go bad?” she teased.
And for the next two hours, Kumiko struggled with all her might to keep from wetting herself while the cruel women, the kobun and other guests watched as if it were a bunraku show. She squirmed against the ropes, shifted from foot to foot and squeezed her legs and thighs together and perspired heavily. With her wrists bound behind her, there was no way she could put them in her crotch in an attempt to relieve some of the agony like she desired to.
Finally, she couldn’t hold it any longer and let out a muffled cry as her swollen bladder let go. Urine poured down her legs and splashed onto the wooden floor below, forming a puddle that also ran onto the tatami. It also left a wet patch on the lower front of her silk blossom-print kimono and a larger patch of wetness in the back that urine both streamed and dripped from. Kumiko’s face turn red from humiliation and she began to sob, tears streaming down her cheeks. The oyabun’s woman laughed, danced around and clapped her hands with delight at the sight of this. The others just stared in stunned amazement, the kobun getting an obvious erection underneath his kimono.
As Kumiko sunk to the floor as much as the ropes allowed and sobbed, she hoped her bakka husband would pay up soon. |
VALERIE 18 - LÉA
"I bumped in to an old friend yesterday" said Angela as we were finishing breakfast in the Tuscan villa. "I was telling her about that fashion village Amanda went to the other day and we decided to make a trip there today to do some shopping and to catch up with each other's news."
"Hélène has been going through a messy divorce and she was saying that Léa, her teenage daughter, has taken it particularly hard. She had hoped that bringing her to Italy for a touring holiday would help but apparently it isn't going at all well. Hélène says that she knows she is tense because of all the things that are going on in her life at the moment. The other day she snapped at Léa for something that really was not her fault and now they're hardly on speaking terms.
"Hélène took up my offer for Léa to spend the day by the pool with you lot rather than trail round the shops with us. For one thing it will help Hélène to be able to talk more freely and for another it will give Léa some time with people closer to her own age - I hope that's OK with everybody."
"Of course its OK!" said Valerie. "She'll be very welcome!" We all nodded our agreement.
Angela flashed a smile of thanks and went upstairs to get ready, just as Amanda clattered down the stairs and grabbed a coffee. Valerie told her about the day's arrangements whilst Emily and Jack, today's duty cooks, picked up the keys to the battered old Fiat hatchback and left to make the long round trip to the nearest supermarket.
A few minutes later a sleek black DS saloon swept up to the front door of the villa and Valerie and Amanda walked out to greet the arrivals. Out of the car stepped the girl who had wet herself at the ruined monastery (Valerie 17) and her fearsome mother.
Valerie stepped forward to introduce herself and Amanda and to say that her mother would be down in a few minutes. Léa and Amanda exchanged looks of mutual recognition. Léa blushed deeply and stared awkwardly at the ground.
The mother also clearly recognised Amanda. She shook her hand briefly. "Enchanté" she said, in a glacial voice that clearly indicated she was anything but.
Angela emerged from the villa, kissed Léa's mother on both cheeks and was introduced to her daughter. "Glad to meet you Léa" said Angela. "I'm sure you will have a nice day with the girls." Léa's mother glanced at Amanda and pursed her lips. They took their seats and the black DS drove off.
"Come on Léa" said Valerie cheerfully "Let's see if the others have left us any breakfast."
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I stood up as Valerie and Amanda escorted Léa into the breakfast room. Léa was slim and potentially attractive but at the moment she seemed pale and wan and looked as though she would rather be anywhere else on the planet but here. Valerie made the introductions and Léa gave me a limp handshake.
At that moment Callum walked in to the breakfast room. Léa took one look at him and burst into tears. Amanda put her arm round her, led her away into the living room and closed the door behind them.
"I wonder what all that was about?" said Valerie as we looked at each other in astonishment.
"Um...I think I know" said Callum. "Amanda and I saw that girl with her mother a few days ago. We had gone exploring exploring and we ended up at a ruined monastery near here. There were quite a few other people about, including them. Amanda was bursting for the loo but it turned out that they were closed.
"Then therere was one of those sudden intense downpours you sometimes get round here and everybody ran for shelter in a sort of undercroft that was the only part of the building that still had a roof. The girl was telling her mother that she urgently needed to pee but the rain was torrential, there was no roof on most of the building and there weren't any loos anyway.
Whilst we were all standing there waiting for the rain to ease off, Amanda wet her knickers and made a puddle on the floor. A few minutes later the girl lost control and peed in her shorts. It was all very public and her mother didn't seem best pleased."
The living room door opened and Léa and Amanda came out. Léa's eyes were red-rimmed and she was clutching a paper handkerchief but she seemed a little calmer. She accepted Valerie's offer of a cup of coffee and sat at the table holding it with both hands as though for comfort.
"Look, Callum has explained what happened the other day" said Valerie briskly. "Nobody here is laughing at you or thinks any the worse of you. Sometimes accidents can't be avoided - its just one of those things. And, as you saw, my sisters and I often wet ourselves, sometimes by accident, sometimes because its the easiest thing to do. It's no big deal."
Léa sat silent for a moment, staring into her coffee cup. Eventually she started to talk. "It wasn't just the accident" she said. "I wet myself quite often and as you say it is not such a big thing, even though it can be a bit embarrassing at the time. But on this occasion my mother reacted as if I had done it on purpose as a provocation.
"After the rain finished we had to make the long walk back to the car park. My shoes and socks were wet and we were passing lots of other people who could all see that I had relieved myself in my shorts. My mother offered me no comfort. Then she made a fuss about whether my wet clothes would spoil the car seat.
"When we got back to our hotel she did not offer to go inside and get me a skirt or something to put round me, she marched me through the lobby and up in the lift with more people staring at me. When we got to our rooms my mother just said 'clean yourself up!', went in her own room and slammed the door.
"I hated her for that. And it is not how she normally is. I know she is upset about her divorce but does she not think that I am upset too, at my own father leaving us? And now my mother and I are not talking to each other. very much" Fresh tears were running down her cheeks andshe started to sob.
"This really is all about the divorce, isn't it?" said Valerie gently. "I can only imagine how much you are both hurting at the moment. But these bad times will slowly pass and in the meantime you still have your mother and she still has you and I think that underneath it all you both still love each other very much."
Léa nodded slowly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.
Amanda took her by the hand. "Come on Léa, let me show you round the house. We'll start with where the loos are, though...." she giggled "....we don't always bother to come in from outside to use them." They walked into the hallway and up the staircase, Amanda pointing out the various rooms.
Valerie let out a long sigh. "Poor Léa!" she said. "She really is going through a rough time! We'll have to try to cheer her up a bit."
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Valerie, now in her navy blue bikini, Callum and I walked down through the grounds of the villa to the swimming pool, carrying supplies of water to keep us refreshed as the daytime heat built up. Shortly afterwards Amanda and Léa joined us. Amanda had changed into her dark red bikini and Léa was wearing a pretty pale-blue bikini with a delicate floral pattern that showed her slim, shapely body and pert little breasts to advantage.
Emily and Jack walked down to the pool carrying shopping bags and a pack of charcoal. After Valerie had introduced them to Léa, Jack set about preparing and lighting the brick-built poolside barbecue. Callum and I returned to the house to fetch a fold-up table, some plastic chairs and a pop-up canopy to give us some shade as we ate.
"I texted mummy to see if Hélène wanted to join us for dinner this evening and she has replied that that would be a good idea" said Emily as she prepared food for the barbecue and unpacked cold beers and colas. "Is that OK with you Léa?"
Léa gave her a grateful smile. "That would be so good - for all sorts of reasons" she replied.
"I'm going to have a swim before lunch is ready" announced Valerie. She stretched lazily, stepped on to the grass, parted her legs and peed through her bikini as she swept her hair into a ponytail and tied it with a scrunchie.
Léa looked at her wide-eyed. Valerie gave her a mischievous grin and said "The only house rule is that we don't do a wee in the pool. Its a long way back to the loo so we do it here instead. Coming for a dip?"
Valerie, Léa and Amanda walked to the pool steps and squealed as they entered the cold water. After they had swum a few length Emily called"lunch in five minutes" so they scrambled out, picking up towels and drying themselves. Amanda paused. A stream of pee splashed on to the pavement between her feet.
"Don't mind the boys if you need a wee" Amanda murmured confidentially to Léa. "Just do it in your bikini. They've seen it all before, lots of times. And they wee in their bathers too." Léa nodded, blushing slightly, but did not take up the suggestion.
Lunch was the usual long, leisurely affair with plenty of water, cola and beer consumed as we waited for Jack to deliver successive consignments of freshly barbecued steak, sausages and seafood kebabs. Léa had become very quiet and just picked at her food.
Towards the end of the meal Léa wet herself. Pee trickled off the edge of her seat and splashed on to the pavement beneath. Quietly, she started to cry again.
I nodded to the other boys. "Shall we clear these things away and wash up?" Jack and Callum rose, scooped debris into bin bags and loaded the rest on to trays. Callum explained the back story to Jack whilst we carried the remains of lunch up to the house.
We took our time over the washing up and we helped Jack with some initial preparations for this evening's dinner so as to give the girls time to comfort Léa. By the time we returned Valerie and Emily were reclining on sun-loungers and reading but Léa and Amanda were nowhere to be seen.
I pulled up a sun-lounger and settled down beside Valerie. There was a large puddle on the paving beneath her sun-lounger and the openweave fabric was still dripping. "It must be a good story!" I commented.
She gave me her familiar mischievous grin "I couldn't put it down!" she replied.
"Do you know what the problem was with Léa at lunchtime?"
"She didn't want to make a point of going back to the house to use the loo when no one else was bothering to do so, nor did she want to do a wee on the grass with you boys around and, well, you saw the result" Valerie told me. "Her self-confidence is absolutely shot, poor girl. Anyway, we've patched her together again and she seems more or less OK at the moment. Amanda has taken her up to the gazebo so that she can talk in privacy if she wants to.
It was nearly two hours before Léa and Amanda returned to the poolside. Both of their bikinis had a fresh triangle of wetness between the legs. "Come on, Léa" said Amanda "Let's have a dip in the pool!" She picked up the beachball and jumped in with a huge splash, followed closely by Léa and Valerie.
Emily walked over to the grass and stood still, facing away from us. Her coral pink bikini darkened between her legs and the dark patch slowly spread upwards as pee flowed down her legs, over her bare feet and into the grass. Then she walked over to the pool steps, leaving a trail of wet footprints, and descended in to the water.
"What's the matter with you boys?" shouted Amanda cheekily from the pool. "Afraid of a bit of water?" The three of us hit the water simultaneously and a riotous game of pool volleyball followed, Léa squealing and giggling with delight. She seemed far happier than she had been all day.
After their dip Amanda and Léa stretched out on sun-loungers side by side, each with a chilled can of cola. Amanda asked about Léa's school and they chatted about her baccalauréat studies and her hopes for studying abroad. She in turn was interested to hear from Amanda about English universities and student life.
Eventually Amanda announced that she needed a wee. She got up, stretched, walked on to the grass and stood, legs akimbo. With an audible hiss she let go in her bikini. Léa stepped delicately on to the grass beside her. She hesitated, then spread her legs wide, put her hands on her hips in a defiant 'girl wetting her knickers' pose and proceeded to thoroughly soak her bikini briefs. Once again, Amanda gave her a high five.
By now the sun was setting so we collected up towels and empty water bottles and set off back to the villa to shower and change before dinner. Emily and Jack were already there, preparing the evening meal.
"It looks like you have managed give Léa back her self confidence" I said quietly to Amanda as we walked up the path towards the house. "How did you do it?"
"It turned out she was totally in awe of you boys" she replied. "I don't think she has had much experience with the opposite sex yet and three hunky men, or at least..." she gave me a cheeky grin... "two hunky men and you, Tom, were a bit overwhelming. Don't forget that we were all virtual strangers to her when she first arrived and the idea of doing a wee anywhere near you lot was too embarrassing for her."
"So I told her the story of the Budgie Smuggler Show (Valerie 3 & 4) and now she isn't in awe of you any more. In fact when I got to the bit about you standing there with stage fright she laughed so hard that she made a little puddle on the gazebo floor."
Amanda darted away before I could think of a suitable response.
When we reached the house we found that Angela and Hélène had arrived back from their shopping trip. Impulsively, Léa ran to her mother and gave her a big hug, exclaiming "Oh maman,je t'aime beaucoup!"
"Je t'aime aussi ma chérie!" her mother replied, hugging her daughter tight and looking as though she might cry with happiness. She did not even notice the wet patch that her daughter's pee-soaked bikini briefs left on her elegant dress.
With thanks to Night Rain for the idea |
I've started this story before but it's been fairly extensively reworked. And I've got the rest of it drafted now if people are keen.
A small crowd of men and women had gathered around the fairy at the cozy dockside bar in Anderthall. She was only a few inches above five feet, pale, and slim near to frailty. Her transparent and shimmering wings were unfurled to catch the eye. In some places this might have been a threatening scene but here, out on one of those rocky islands far from the world, fairies were welcome. Welcome for their news. Welcome for their stories.
“All fairies know that a good story starts whenever it needs to,” The fairy recited, “And this story starts in the dust-cracked arena of a nameless town right on the edge of the Limits."
"They have a kind of a peshtak in this nameless town, a ritual competition, you don’t have the precise word.” She smiled and continued in an engaging voice that suggested long practice at telling tales, “There is gold involved on the side. And I knew that I could win."
The Anders nodded sagely to each other and whispered knowingly about the perils of gambling with fairies as the barmaid placed both a stein of foaming bitter ale and a medicine glass of twice-filtered absinthe in front the fairy reverently. She didn't know what the story-teller would prefer and didn't want to break the spell by asking. Regardless the fairy wouldn't be paying for her own drinks.
"But first I need to tell you about magic. About how I got my magic. I grew up down in the Folk Ghetto by the mud-banks of the great city of Mouth, before the exile, of course. There isn't anything there now, or so I've heard, just decaying shacks sliding down into the sea. Apparently the Spiteful Empress tried to get her loyal subjects to repopulate the ghetto. But they feared that we had contaminated the place with our long residence and quietly ignored the call. Those that tried were haunted by long persecuted ghosts and slid into the sea themselves. Or so I've heard.
But when I was growing up in the Folk Ghetto it was filled to bursting with other fairies carrying out their lives. And filled with decaying shacks sliding down into the sea of course. Less things in this world change than people think.
My mother, my sister, and I shared the uppermost floor of a narrow house near the tannery. It was an attic really. Just extra boards crowded up to make a floor among the beams. It wasn't much, though more than some had.
One night I woke up with a familiar pressing need to pass water. I had always dreaded this. Our building had no interior facilities so I would have to fold down the stairs to our apartment, creep through the levels of the house, and dash across the unevenly bricked-in courtyard to the rickety outhouse in the dark. An unpleasant task for everyone. But I was an imaginative child, even for one of the folk, and in my mind all sorts of horrors lurked between my bed and the outhouse; Snatchers to whisk me away, Blighters to rip my soul clean off, common thieves to accost me for gold or virtue. I'm afraid I very seldom had the courage to brave such a gauntlet. Instead I would usually remain curled-up in my bed and attempt to hold my waters until morning. Sometimes I couldn’t.
But this particular night was different. I found myself wishing. not for the first time, that instead of having to find the courage to venture to the outhouse I could simply not need to pass water. And all of a sudden I just didn't. I'd removed the liquid from my bladder with my magics. I was overjoyed at finding a most Gordian solution to my nightly dilemma. I knew my sister would be devastated that she wouldn't have my bed-wetting to tease me about any longer: for that was one of her great joys in life.
And then I had a mischievous idea.
If I could remove the liquid from my own bladder, did that mean I could add liquid to the bladder of another? I looked over at the softly snoring form of my sister, her wings tucked snugly at her sides. We had no windows but the roof had enough holes that in the moonlight I could just barely make her out. I'd never done anything like this before, my magic had only just started to come in, until this night I'd only practiced subtlety affecting the flow of poured water. I'd never even heard of someone changing the contents of a bladder, even yet I haven't. But still I reached out to her with my magic and... well I did the opposite of what I had just done to myself. I filled her.
Even in the dark I could see her leap fairly out of her bed. The sudden pressure in her bladder must have woken her. I expected to see her dash across the boards and hear the stairs being opened beneath us. But instead she stood motionless. And then I heard it. A hissing like the end of a hosepipe under pressure but not quite clamped shut and a hard patter like rain on a shingled roof. It took me a moment to realise that my sister was wetting her nightclothes. The revenge felt so sweet. To be able to tease her for having an accident, and she two years older than myself. It felt like a drug. And like a drug it was irresistible. I'm afraid that overfilling my sister's bladder became a habit, a pastime. I got practiced at it. I learned the rate at which to fill her so that she wouldn't wake before she burst.
I told her the day of the exile, five years later. Both of us young women by that time. I had my heart set on making a name in the Limits, she was going north. By that time our mother was two summers dead of a wasting sickness. She confessed the petty pranks she had fooled me with, and I confessed mine. She was apoplectic. For years she had tried everything she could think of to bring an end to her bed-wetting; limiting her fluids, foul and sweet herbs from the apothecary, dozens of hanging, whispering, charms from the charlatans on the pier. And all she ever had to do was stop sleeping near me. She spat such curses at me I'd have doubted she knew.
I had won.
And I have never seen her again."
The fairy laughed easily, defusing the tension she had deliberately built. Letting the men and women who had moved their chairs around the fairy's table to better listen to her story feel that diffusion. The barmaid cleared a succession of empty glasses and replaced them with fresh offerings unobtrusively. The fairy lifted her voice marginally to accommodate the people who couldn't get close enough to hear an ordinary conversation.
It took me nearly a year to reach the very edge of the Limits, that wild place where the animals are as cunning as men and the men as bestial as animals. I had many adventures reaching that place, of course, but those stories are not this story.
I found myself in an unnamed town perched at the top of a crumbling cliff that towered above a vast and endless desert below. I could see amongst the rubble far below the remnants of structures that demonstrated that the unnamed town had at one time been far larger, before the encroachment of the cliff. Perhaps it had even had a name.
I spent the evening in a bar. Somewhat like this one, but without the people. I sat at the bar itself and mostly failed to converse with the barman, and ancient man with the horns and beard of a goat. I drank quite a bit of the rancid swill the barman pretended was beer. A lot really. Sizing up the town. Getting a feel for it. What opportunities it might present. They don't appreciate stories in the Limits. Too savage. Too incurious.
"You're gonna end up pissin' on yourself if you don't take it easy on that beer missy," the bartender bleated at me.
I was insulted. I had never once "ended up pissing on myself" since my magics came in. I'm sure an ordinary woman would have visited the facilities three times over but I'd been idly using my magics to drain myself. Never do anything that you don't have to. In fairness to the bartender though, he hardly knew that I would have magics. That's the thing about the simple people who live out in the limits; they don't know a thing about fairies. He would have just assumed my wings stemmed from the same profane source as his horns or his neighbors scales.
"I can hold my waters better than you think!", I declared boastfully. "I can easily wait right here another hour."
The bartender only scoffed.
"I'll bet you a piece that I can!" I offered in a tone that I hoped suggested recklessness.
His eyes lit up at that, "Ok. A piece that you can't! But if you piss all over my floor you're cleaning it up in the bargain."
Of course I could have easily won that piece. I could just magic away my waters for days on end if I wanted to. But that wasn't the point.
It was harder out in the Limits though. I don't know why. Less water? Less magic? Less fairies? I asked a reader once, but he didn't know. Maybe no one does. But regardless, it was still manageable.
I allowed myself to get truly desperate. It was an unusual feeling for someone not used to it. I only ever did when running this trick. It came on quickly, courtesy of the many beers I had imbibed. Within fifteen minutes I allowed myself to bounce around on my stool as my filling bladder made me uncomfortable. Now, you might be wondering why I didn't just keep myself comfortable and pretend to badly need a washroom. There's a simple answer; a lie is always more convincing when it is only just barely a lie.
So I sat on my stool and writhed in discomfort until I felt sure I was about to burst and make a puddle on the bar-room floor. At that point I blushed and ran out the back to a very welcome relief.
When I returned the bartender wore an enormous grin, "Lotsa tough talk amountin' to nothin'!", he chortled at me.
I mimicked tipsy outrage, "You just caught me on a bad day! I swear I can hold my water longer than anyone! I bet you I can hold my waters longer than you!"
"I don't doubt it," He admitted easily, "I'm an old man. Complete with the bladder and prostate of an old man."
"Your second then!" I declared wildly, "I can hold my waters better than everyone in this whole damned town!"
I was angling for a simple holding contest. I'd won dozens over the years. Cheating makes it easy. Here no one would ever make a bet with a fairy. I live on my stories as a welcome guest. But in the Limits... I said they have no head for tales. They fell for every shakedown and scam I ever pitched. It was all too easy. I had to leave. But that's another story.
The barman rolled his eyes, "So compete in the Hutag peshtak then. You've got nothing, but I'm sure you'll put on a show."
I'd never heard of a Hutag peshtak. It turns out it's a local ritual. Every town has them. Like a celebration of turnip wine culminating in a wrestling match featuring stockings or a festival of cattle bones glued into monsters to scare away bigger and darker things. This particular town ritual involves the strength of a woman's ability to control her waters. Apparently it reflects the extent of her faith. But that isn't true of course. Rituals are habits. They are just a thing that is done because it has always been done. Usually.
I didn't care about the justification for the peshtak. I cared that the bartender was more than happy to bet against me.
"Make it 1000. Easiest money I'll ever make." I meant that. Like I said, just barely a lie.
The peshtak wasn't to be held for a moon. I spent that month in the bar. Making bets. I was going to own half the town after I won.
And I expected to win smoothly and easily.
But I wouldn't be telling this story if the contest had gone either smoothly or easily."
The fairy spread her wings wide and fluttered them like a matador's cape. The bar was packed to standing room and every ear was waiting for her to continue. But she took her time drinking her latest offering and smiling quickly at the barmaid, who blushed at the attention. |
(This is a newly written story which I’ve shared elsewhere too. Jonah Falcon is an American actor, perhaps best known for owning the world’s biggest functioning penis. Nine and a half inches long flaccid and thirteen and a half fully erect, with a girth of some eight inches, it is an impressive organ. Since coming to public attention in a big way in 1999, Jonah has undertaken numerous radio, television and online magazine interviews. Those interviews have, for entirely understandable reasons, focused in large measure on his sexual prowess and the challenges as well as opportunities which go with having a large penis in the bedroom. To the best of my knowledge Jonah has shared little of the urological implications of having such a large penis beyond the fact that he doesn’t use urinals and sits to pee when he has to. That is his right and prerogative. It has a flip side though to the extent that those who have an interest in the urological side will, in the absence of authoritative information, join up the dots in whatever way stacks up or makes sense to them. What follows is entirely a work of fiction although it contains some elements which have a basis in fact (no prizes for spotting them) a great deal of conjecture and a splash or two of ‘make believe.’ At present I don’t know whether or not any sequels will follow, but I hope you enjoy it.)
Jonah Falcon jumped into the shower and, as soon as the water hit him, he began peeing, lashings of rich, copper coloured pee pouring out of his huge, thick cock, foaming as it hit the cubicle floor and mingling with shower water and the soapy lather generated by the gel as he generously rubbed himself with it. Ah what blessed relief it was too!
That sheer relief was well justified because the last time he’d emptied his bladder had been eleven hours earlier, some three hours before adjourning to bed. Unlike the miserable, dutiful wees taken by a million or two other New Yorkers at this time of the morning for no better reason than that they didn’t want to get taken short on the Metro or in some broken office elevator, he was doing it simply because he needed and wanted to. Gradually the torrent pouring out of his penis subsided to a trickle and eventually stopped. It had been two minutes of utter bliss and he was sorry once it finally came to an end. Finishing his shower off, Jonah stepped out of the cubicle and towelled off.
This morning he was in a reflective mood and, as he reached for his T-shirt and spandex pants, Jonah considered just how lucky he was to be a young, single man, free to pee as and when he wanted. Jonah’s rather chaotic upbringing meant that he’d missed out on the sort of systematic toilet training that was the lot, one could almost say the misfortune, of many people. No one had ever insisted that he go pee last thing before bed at night or first thing in the morning and he’d never been punished or scolded for a wet bed. As for the question of peeing before long journeys, it had always been left for him to decide. If he wanted to go he did, if he didn’t he didn’t. This carefree approach wasn’t without its hazards and, even now at twenty, there might be the very occasional pair of soaked pants or wet bed, but such incidents were certainly not frequent – or at the very least rare enough to cause him no great concern.
Always a bit pee shy in public and certainly never one for urinals, Jonah had rather developed a habit of holding it. Living in New York maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing as genuine public bathrooms, that is ones not attached to bars, eateries or bookshops, were few and far between. Of the ones that existed, some were so bad that he regarded holding it as infinitely preferable to using them.
If it would have done his employment prospects any good, Jonah could quite truthfully have put on his CV that he’d never needed a hall pass and, in fact, never even gone to the toilet at High School. Instead, he’d hold it all day, even on those cold winter mornings which challenged most people’s bladders. On more occasions than a few he was acutely aware of the chill air as it blew through his shorts on the games field, mercilessly tormenting both penis and bladder. Back home for three, he’d often still not pee until four or five. After all, a growing young man had other things to do with his penis during that first hour or two of afternoon leisure in his bedroom. Even when he stayed on to play basketball he’d change and go out to play without peeing, still making it through the game and somehow just lasting until he got home. Leon, his friend and a fellow basketball player, also frequently played on a full bladder but often wasn’t so lucky, soaking his shorts uncontrollably more times than a few.
Things came to a head for Jonah when he was 18 and in his last year at school. One day some so called ‘mates’ bet him that he couldn’t drink four bottles of Diet Coke (2 litres in total) during the lunch recess and make it through the afternoon without peeing. In the event he had the last laugh, manfully holding all afternoon whilst they frantically dashed for the bathrooms between lessons. On that particular afternoon he did make a dash for the bathroom as soon as he got home, hot pee spurting into his pants before he could get them down.
By the time he left school, Jonah’s holding abilities although not widely known, were certainly noticed by some, Jonah regretfully noting that they tended to be people who took what he regarded as a ‘dirty’ interest in such things. At that stage he was getting noticed far more widely, less for his pee holding abilities than the size of his cock which was considerable and produced a pronounced bulge in his pants wherever he went. In fact, the temptation to go out in pants which were a size or so too small for him, was sometimes more than he could resist. A further additional but unintended consequence of wearing flyless pants a size or two too small was that they meant bathroom visits were an even greater hassle than would otherwise be the case, so they incentivised pee holding even more.
Girls naturally took an interest in him, although it was obvious that more often than not his cock was the main attraction. There were a few short relationships, some sex – some better than others, and some casual stands. Some girls were quite up for having a cock his size in their pussies. Others, initially enthusiastic, lost their enthusiasm as soon as he dropped his pants and they saw just how big it was.
One girlfriend, Susan, had absolutely no fear of his cock and was more than up for it. What she did fear, though, was his bladder. It came as something of a shock to Jonah when she demanded that he had to pee before getting into bed with her. Being told he ‘had’ to pee was unchartered territory for Jonah and he resented it, particularly as he didn’t need to go at the time. His pleas of “But I don’t need to go” and “But I only went two hours ago” fell on deaf ears. Susan was quite implacable.
Standing in Susan’s bathroom that first evening, Jonah felt an overwhelming sense of despair and gloom. He neither wanted nor needed to use the toilet. It was ten o’clock at night. Why the fuck would he want to pee at such an hour? Standing, in the vain hope of making some audible noise, he’d be lucky to pass a dessertspoonful of urine. Sitting, his preferred – indeed normal - posture and the one acknowledged by medical experts to be most efficient for emptying the male bladder, it might stretch to a tablespoonful – 15ml or so. With a urethra as long as his, and bladder so well practised at holding, neither was worth the effort.
Frustrated by the sheer futility of attempting to give Susan the peace of mind she craved, Jonah spotted a plastic tumbler lurking behind the sink. Filling it as quietly as he could from the hot tap, Jonah them emptied the warm water slowly into the toilet to imitate a peeing sound, taking care to hold his cock so that the tip of his penis, particularly the meatus/ pee hole area was thoroughly soaked. Carefully replacing the beaker, Jonah flushed the toilet and washed his hands. As he climbed into bed with Susan, the end of his penis still wet with the warm water, he felt a quiet sense of satisfaction. He repeated this exercise every night he slept with Susan over the next four weeks. So far as she was concerned he’d done the wee she wanted him to and he got the sex he wanted too. It was only a small deceit and the wetness at the end of his penis each night surely convinced her that he’d peed. Doing a pretend wee in exchange for real sex, he felt that he’d really got the better side of the bargain.
One night he went into the bathroom and there was no tumbler. Still convinced he could pull it off, Jonah quietly wet the end of his penis with warm water, taking the same meticulous care as usual, flushed the toilet and washed his hands. As he walked into the bedroom the wetness at the end of his penis glistened in the light. Susan peered up at him from above the duvet, a slightly accusing look in her eyes.
“Jonah, you haven’t peed, have you? I didn’t hear you pee for a start.”
Put on the spot, Jonah blushed slightly, but hoped he could somehow still get away with his little bit of play acting.
“Yes, I have Susan, look. If you don’t believe me have a feel.”
Susan reached out and felt the end of his cock.
“That’s not pee. Jonah, as well you know. It’s water.”
“Well there’s water in the bathroom – rather a lot of it in fact. Maybe it got splashed a bit when I was washing.”
Susan’s patience all but deserted her.
“Stop digging, Jonah. You were rumbled a fortnight ago. The bathroom door has got a keyhole you know. Very clever that trick with the tumbler. I decided to let you have the benefit of the doubt before removing it and see if you’d still try to trick me into believing you’d peed.”
Jonah held his face in his hands. His little game, innocent enough and designed to meet both their needs, was up.
“Look I’m really, really sorry, Susan. You’ve every right to be angry but I didn’t set out to deceive you for the sake of it. Look, I’ll tell it as it is. Nowadays, depending on what I’m doing I get to pee sometime between five and seven in an evening, by which time I’ve held for ten to twelve hours. I meet you at eight when you finish work and we get something to eat. We’re back here for nine thirty and you want to fuck at ten. There’s no way I can pee a meaningful amount so soon after the last one.”
Susan gave him a hard look.
“Most men can.”
Jonah found himself on the defensive.
“Well I’m not most men. Most men can’t hold the way I do. Look, if you want proof, here it is.”
Jonah pointed his penis at Susan and strained. A teaspoon full of pee flew out of his penis and landed on the duvet before a second hit Susan in the right eye.
“Oi. Stop that!”
“Well you wanted proof and now you’ve got it. That’s how much pee you’ll get out of me three hours after I’ve been.”
Susan wiped the pee out of her eye.
“Okay Jonah. Point taken. Look you can have one last fuck tonight having proved you can pee after all. I think we should go our separate ways tomorrow though. Look, it’s not your fault, it’s me. I need a guy who can pee properly before sex.”
“Why? If a guy’s hard he’s not going to piss in you.”
Susan shook her head.
“Jonah, you’ve not been around as long as I have. Take it from a woman – an older woman – that some of them can and do. I just need that bit of reassurance and if that means getting him to drain his main vein before business that’s the way it has to be. Look, come here. I’m not really cross – just disappointed. You’re a bloody good actor though. Why don’t you enrol at drama school?”
Returning to the present, Jonah made his way into the kitchen and poured himself a large mug of milky coffee. It was a two-pint mug, one a friend had given him for Christmas. It was six months since he’d finished with Susan but he’d taken her advice and enrolled at drama school. It wasn’t so bad either. There were plenty of fit birds there and his package gained him a fair bit of attention. He’d always been interested in acting but Susan’s words had given him the final push he’d wanted. Furthermore, this afternoon they were doing some filming which included a pee scene and he’d been picked on, he guessed on account of his cock, to play the part of the guy who peed. He’d never peed for the camera before and hoped it would not only be a first but a last. No doubt there would be countless retakes with the director endlessly shouting “Cut.” Finishing his coffee, Jonah filled his water bottle and put it in his rucksack. Water was great for maintaining hydration but it was pretty useless as a diuretic – at least in his experience. No doubt he’d have an extra-large Starbucks at lunchtime and pick up a few cans of that new energy drink. He wanted to perform on cue, after all.
THE END
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If you are coming to this without having read the earlier parts, here are links to:
The introduction (which sets the scene) - part 1
Part 2 (which describes the events at the viewing day before the auction)
Links from them will take you back to here.
[Luke and I walked home together, weary, and reminiscing about the sights from that day. We hoped tomorrow would not be a disappointment; we were sure it would not. I was looking forward to a long soak in a warm bath. With a couple of my most attentive maiden slaves. Red-headed Leena, and raven-haired Fran would be perfect. I would be disappointed if they had not been drinking plenty of water all day. I would keep them desperate in the bathroom until they could wait no longer and had to pee on the tiles.]
Day 2 - auction day
I woke up just before sunrise, with Leena, warm and soft, sleeping snuggled against my chest. I stroked the curve of her back, and, drowsily, her hand started to explore my body. For the first time, I found myself wondering about her experiences before she joined our household.
‘Leena.’
‘mmmmm?’
‘That’s good. But if you keep on with that, I’m going to have to fuck you again.’
‘Good. I want you to fuck me.’
‘Leena.’
‘I went to the slave market yesterday. Have you ever been there?’
‘Of course. Where do you think your dad bought me? Did nobody want to buy you?’
‘Cheeky! I was looking.’
‘I bet they were selling the girls. That’s why you are so hard now! Did you watch the girls pissing?’
‘I saw lots. They weren’t allowed out of the cages. They had to pee on the floor when they needed to go. Did they put you in a cage?’
‘Of course. I’m a slave.’
‘Did you pee in the cage?’
‘Of course. I was there all day. There was nowhere else to piss. We all pissed on the floor.’
‘What was that like?’
‘Horrible. I was really scared because nobody told me anything. I had been brought up as a slave in a big house, a bit like this. One day I was just told to get in a wagon outside my house. There were other girls my age inside already, but we didn’t know where we were going. We were taken to a sort of prison for a few days, then to another prison in the big tent. On the second day there, we were all woken up early, given breakfast, ordered to have a pooh, and then we had to undress. The hairdressers and manicurists did our hair and got us ready. That was nice. It was the first time since I left home that anyone had been kind and helped me look good. I still didn’t know what was happening, and nobody would tell me.
‘Then, when I was ready, with about six other girls, we were pushed into the big hall. That’s what you saw yesterday?’
‘Yes’, I replied. ‘Go on.’
‘They took us across the hall to a big cage. Other girls were in other cages already. They told us not to call out to them or we’d be punished. They brought lots of cold, sweet coffee to us. That was a real treat. Slaves don’t often get coffee. We were in the empty room for a long time, while the other girls were being prepared. We didn’t know why we were locked in the cage or how long we were going to be there. We were just told we wouldn’t be hurt if we did as we were told.’
‘But you knew you were at the market?’ I asked.
‘No. We didn’t know where we were, or why. One of the other girls asked when she could get out to go to the toilet. They told her to just wait. She was really desperate by the time people started to come in to look at us. She was holding herself and pee-dancing.
‘Mmmmm,’ she continued. (She was running her fingers up and down my twitching cock.) ‘She was completely naked. You could see everything. Bum, tits, cunt. You like hearing about this, don’t you?’
‘Yes.’ I said. ‘Just like I enjoyed watching you wet your pants last night. Tell me more. What happened to her?’
‘She asked again if she could get out for a pee and they said we had to stay in the cage all day. They told her to pee in the cage if she couldn’t hold it.
‘So did she hold it?’
‘Of course not. She couldn’t. None of us could. Not when we were there all day. We all pissed when we had to, with men watching us like we were animals in a zoo.’
‘Was she the first to piss?’
‘In our cage, yes, I think so. She just suddenly sat on the floor and made a big puddle where she was sitting. She cried. I couldn’t hold it then either and I began to wet myself. I couldn’t stop and so I just went down and pissed on the floor.’
‘Did you cry?’ I asked.
‘A little bit. None of us liked being undressed. We were all trying to cover ourselves up with our hands. We asked for something to wear and they told us we were on display. So we were already feeling like we were really wrong, being naked. And then we couldn’t go anywhere to piss and had to just let go and do it while everybody was looking.’
‘Did you have to pee again?’
‘Yes, four times I think. There were so many people watching and looking all the time. I just held on and held on. Each time it got to the point where I was almost bursting and I realised I just had to do it. So I would just crouch down and let it flow.’
‘And people were watching you all the time?’
‘Yes. And getting off on it. One lad – he must have been about your age – was playing with himself in his toga when I started peeing. He was staring, trying to look up my legs as I was going. I thought, well fuck you, and parted my legs for a moment so he could get a good view. That was enough to make him cum. Actually I quite liked that. He made such a mess in his toga. He went bright red. Anyway, it’s your turn. I’m going to make you cum again right now.’
‘And how are you going to do that?’ I was remembering her from last night, her loose clothes so sheer and flimsy that I could see her body almost as clearly as if she had been naked. She had stood in front of me, legs slightly parted and pissed into her baggy harem pants. Through the material I could see the sparkling stream cascading to wet her pants which then clung to her legs.
‘I’m going to fuck you’ she replied. And with that she rolled me on my back and in the same movement straddled me, grabbed me and guided my cock to slide into her cunt as she lowered herself to take me inside her. She was right. She did make me cum again and it didn’t take long. |
Sophie settled back into her seat next to Jess. She was glad she was wearing a leather skirt as anything else would let the wetness of her panties get onto the chair she was sitting on. Jess looked uncomfortable, she was squirming in her seat looking tense. She looked over at Soph and said
"Did you pee normally?" Jess said with a strained whisper
Soph could tell her girlfriend was close to wetting her self. She ignored the question and suggested that Jess goes and pees. Jess refused and grabbed her self tight. She hadn't paid any attention to the film at all for the last 15 minutes and with only 20 minutes left she was damn sure she wasn't giving up!
Soph felt Jess hold her hand. She was squeezing it tight. The sort of hand squeeze you would get if you were at the dentist with someone that didn't like the drills. Jess was squirming and shuffling about in her seat. Soph held her hand and knew full well that Jess was a horny mess at this point. She knew she would be getting seriously turned on by being this desperate.
Jess was almost panicking now though. She was at the point where she was worried about even standing up! How had she let her self get to this point?! Her bladder was spasming sending signals to her brain to release her pee muscles. She was actually hurting by this point and knew she had to do something fast. She didn't care who saw her now. She grabbed her self under her skirt. Her hand gripped her pussy tight and she was sweating she was so desperate. Her little bare feet in her converse were so hot now, she knew Soph would love to kiss them!
She hobbled out of her seat and slowly walked to the toilets. Her legs were pressed tight together so each step was a short shuffle. Eventually she made it to the toilets. As she opened the door she felt a spurt escape into her lacy panties! Oh god! She couldn't pee her self!! Not this close to relief!! 5 more steps got her into the stall. She instantly dropped onto the toilet, just about getting her skirt out from under her she exploded into a flood of pee into her panties! She peed for 60 seconds flat! Just and endless torrent of pee flooding through the clingy fabric. She felt AMAZING!
Jess had no idea that Soph had already been through the same situation. The last few trickles dripped from her panties and she stood up pulling her skirt down. She was a horny mess and she wanted to play with Soph right now!
She walked back into the cinema and settled down next to Soph. She leaned over and admitted she had peed through her panties. Soph giggled softly and asked how it felt. Jess explained that it felt really nice knowing she was ignoring her wetting and just going on about her day.
The film finished and both girls left the cinema. Jess suggested going home but Soph wanted to toy with her. She said that they should go for food and that Jess should stay in her pissy panties. Jess agreed after a little teasing by Soph. She was still totally unaware of Soph's wet little pussy!
After a brief walk to the restaurant they got a table and settled into their seats. Soph was pleased that they had got a little booth with a table with a low hanging table cloth. It meant that she could tease Jess under the table with her cute little feet! They ordered two large glasses of wine and began drinking. Soph's panties were clinging to her wet little pussy and to her surprise she was actually rather enjoying it! She leaned under the table and un-zipped one of her ankle boots. It dropped to the floor and she then started stoking her soft little bare feet up and down Jess's beautiful bare legs!
Jess giggled and kicked one of her converse off so she could tease soph as well. Footsie was always one of Soph's favorite games to play when they were eating.
That's when Jess turned her phone on. Soph instantly got nervous as she saw the phone boot up. She knew her naughty video would come through and Jess would most likely open it sat there at the table! As Jess was about to click on the message Soph slipped her foot up under Jess's skirt and pressed her toes onto her wet panties. It distracted Jess and she put her phone down. Soph leaned over and said
"Turn the volume down and make sure no one looks at the screen!"
Jess tilted the phone away and turned the volume down. She opened the video and her eyes lit up! She watched the video of Soph winking at the camera, then the camera tilting down to her pussy and her hand being removed from what looked like wet panties. She then watched in awe as her beautiful girlfriend peed through her panties for what seemed like forever! She closed the video and looked up. Soph was sat there in front of her looking so gorgeous and Jess now knew that she was sat there with a soaking wet little pussy just like hers!
Soph took her foot away from Jess's wet pussy and slid her damp little foot back into her ankle boots. She knew her toes were pissy but she didn't care at all at this point!
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They had finished their first glass of wine when the waitress arrived to take the orders. Jess wanted to stay here for a while as she wanted Soph's bladder full again! They ordered starters and a main and 2 more glasses of wine. The huge lemonade they had both drank in the cinema was working its way through to their bladders fast. Jess was loving it! She again looked lovingly at Soph. There was her gorgeous girlfriend sat in a restaurant, looking sophisticated as ever but with a pissy pair of panties on! How naughty was that!
The starters arrived and they both started eating. Jess was aware of her bladder again at this point and she knew that Soph would be feeling the same. It felt strange just chatting like normal and enjoying a meal knowing both of them were sat with damp panties clinging to their pussies. Jess was a horny mess and Soph could see it in her eyes.
"What are your plans with me when we get back?" Soph asked softly.
Jess didn't know. She hadn't thought that far ahead and now she was there was 100 things she wanted to do with Soph. She was worried that something as simple as seeing Jess's wet naked pussy would make her orgasm instantly. She dismissed the silly thought.
"I think when we get back, I should indulge your naughty fetish Soph. You have been so so good to me today I want to repay the favor"
Soph blushed. She knew what that meant! She was getting her sexy feet worshiped! Her excitement rose. She remembered her damp pissy toes from when she had pressed them into Jess's pussy earlier.
"My tootsies are pissy from when I touched your pussy earlier" Soph said
Jess blushed as well at the thought of this. She was going to be worshiping pissy tootsies and she was even more turned on now! Both girls had really started to enjoy each others strange kinks and mixing them together was getting Jess damp thinking about it!
The girls ordered yet another glass of wine. Soph knew Jess was doing it because she wanted them to both need to pee again so she went along with it and during their main finished off her own 3rd glass. By the end of the meal both girls were well aware of their bladder bulges. Jess paid the bill and they began their walk home. It was cold outside and Jess with just her panties and leather skirt on was feeling the cool air up her skirt. Her damp panties cooled down quickly and it started to make her feel rather chilly. The cold wasn't good for her rather full bladder!
They got back home after a 15 minute walk. They headed straight to the bedroom and both of them hopped onto the bed. Soph couldn't resist getting Jess's converse off for very long. She pulled them off and began pampering Jess's delicate feet. Gently kissing her soft sexy soles all over and nibbling her cute little toes! She glanced up Jess's skirt and saw her clingy damp panties. She now finally knew why Jess enjoyed this fetish so much, her own damp panties between her legs were making her rather tingly! Was Soph actually enjoying having pissy panties on? She never thought she would get to this point!
She played with Jess's soft little feet for about 20 minutes. Then Jess offered to return the favor. She unzipped Soph's little ankle boots and pulled them off.
"Which one did you put up my skirt earlier Soph" Jess questioned. Soph explained that it was her right foot.
Jess started kissing it and nibbling Soph's delicate toes. Soph was getting really rather damp down below. She was absolutely loving this!!
After she had finished worshiping each of Sophie's feet, Jess suggested getting changed. Soph agreed. She definitely wanted to be in her comfies now. They both went over to the wardrobe. Jess grabbed two pairs of comfy joggers. Soph went to grab panties.
"Noo! No panties Soph! You already have comfy panties on! They should be dry enough by now now to get anything wet when we sit down"
Soph put the panties back in the draw and pulled her leggings and leather skirt off. Jess couldn't help but stare! Her beautiful girlfriend stood near enough naked in front of her except for a pee damp pair of panties! She noticed Soph's tummy was bulging out. She knew she had to pee rather badly but Soph was playing it down like she didn't.
They both changed into their Joggers. Soph grabbed 2 pairs of soft fluffy socks. She gave one pair to Jess and put the other pair on her dainty feet. There was nothing she hated more than having cold toes.
The two girls snuggled up next to each other on the leather sofa and put the tv on. Jess left the room and came back with a two big glasses of Gin and Tonic. It was mostly tonic as she didn't want to get too drunk. She just wanted an excuse to drink even more. Over the next 30 minutes Jess watched as Soph became more and more squirmy. She knew her bladder was struggling so she offered to help her hold. Soph agreed. Jess slid her hand down the front of Soph's joggers and gripped her girlfriends damp pussy. Soph wriggled a bit and then pressed Jess's hand even harder into her pussy.
"You'll have to hold tight Jess. I am absolutely bursting."
Jess wanted to let go and just start tickling soph so she peed but she resisted. She would rather this moment last as long as possible and if that meant squeezing her girlfriends pee hole tight shut then so be it!
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The two girls had a busy Sunday planned. The weather was really nice and they were spending the day shopping around and relaxing around the local city, they had decided that if the weather held out nice they would have a BBQ when they returned home. Jess knew the day would involve a lot of drinking. She was excited at the thought.
Once again the both decided to dress each other. This time however they were dressing each other in what they thought would be the best for each other to enjoy their own fetish in.
Jess dressed Soph in a loose t-shirt, a pair of pink panties, a lovely crinkly dress and a high top converse. She knew Soph would love having hot little toes all day! She didn't mind if she would have to pamper a pair of sweaty soft feet later if it meant seeing Soph in her naughty fun mood ?
Soph chose her clothes for Jess carefully. She wanted something that Jess could be naughty in but that would dry very quickly and also no show any wetness. She was going to encourage her girlfriend to indulge in her pee fetish as much as she could today. In the end she decided on a loose fitting t-shirt, a pair of bikini bottoms instead of panties, a pair of fishnet tights, a knee length leather dress and a pair of little black ballet flats.
They headed off round the shopping center. Of course Soph decided their first stop was going to be Costa. She made sure Jess ordered a nice large drink. She wanted to see her girlfriend being naughty again and she would do anything she could to encourage her. She had started to enjoy seeing Jess being dirty! She also knew that the hornier she got Jess the more her sexy feet would get played with and the more she would get eaten out! It was a win win situation.
They finished up their drinks and headed around a few clothes shops. Jess found a pair of super comfy looking trainers. She teased Soph about how comfy they would be and how sexy she would look sliding them off her delicate little size 4 bare feet. Soph agreed that she should buy them and couldn't get the image out of her head of Jess dangling them off her soft feet, her smooth soles just on show.
Soph found pair of very thin lacy panties. Her justification for buying them was that if Jess wanted her to have more naughty pee fun she would have to get her another pair of quick drying panties. These, she said, would be perfect!
The next stop was somewhere to buy lunch. Again this came with the added bonus of both of them getting a lovely big lemonade. Jess decided she was following it up with a big glass of wine. She wanted to hurry her bladder up. She was already getting a little full and wanted to be desperate before they left for their walk in the park.
It wasn't far to the park. They settled on a nice park bench. Instantly Jess decided she was going to be naughty. She slipped her foot out of her ballet flats and started sliding her soft toes up and down Soph's sexy legs. Soph giggled.
"You peed you're self yet?" She said jokingly.
"Not yet cutie pie, I'm getting really rather full though!" Jess replied. She slid her foot further up Soph's legs up in between her thighs. Soph tingled and closed her legs around Jess's soft foot.
"Careful Jess you don't want to get your toes wet do you?"
Jess's eyes lit up. Soph instantly knew why
"It's not pee Jess! I'm definitely bursting to pee but I haven't peed my panties!"
Luckily no one was around near by. If they were they would be rather puzzled by what the two girls were talking about!
Jess asked soph to look under the bench and between her legs. She was sat with her legs spread. Soph saw Jess's beautiful feet in her ballet flats, her sexy fishnets wrapped around her gorgeous legs and then, she saw Jess's little pink bikini covered pussy hidden up between her legs under her leather skirt.
"Can I pee Soph? Pleeeeeeassse?" Jess teased.
"Definitely!" Soph replied in excitement.
She looked back under the table. Jess had hiked her skirt out from under her bum and suddenly a dark patch appeared on her bikini bottoms. Her release was instant and powerful. Soph's eyes were fixated on the torrent flowing out through the fabric. She hadn't even noticed that Jess had tucked her gorgeous feet back under herself slightly and was totally soaking them, and filling her ballet flats with the warm fluid!
She suddenly noticed.
"Jess! You're feet! They are getting soaked!"
Jess giggled and said they were cold and needed warming up.
"You're so dirty you are! You know that!"
Jess took this as a compliment. Of course she was a dirty girl. She got off on peeing her self!
After seeing Jess get pure relief, Soph was suddenly more aware of her own desperation. She hadn't predicted this at all. Jess asked what she was going to do about it.
"Are you going to pee in your panties Soph?"
Soph said she would as long as Jess promised she wouldn't make her sit anywhere for long enough for her panties to dry. Jess agreed and said that they would go for a nice long walk after.
"Soph pulled her skirt out from under her bum just as Jess had done. She made sure to spread her legs open wide so not to get her sexy converse wet! She didn't want to ruin them. She began to empty her bladder into her little pink panties. The fabric instantly started clinging to her pussy. Jess was watching with pure excitement. She then decided to be mega naughty! She slid her legs forward under the bench. Her beautiful feet slid directly under the waterfall of pee coming from between Soph's gorgeous legs.
Soph noticed this and instantly tried to stop her flow. She slammed her legs together
"Jess?! What are you doing?!" She shouted.
Her pee hole spasmed and ached with the pain of cutting off her flow half way. It would be seconds before it gave in again and she would resume peeing. Jess lifted her foot up and placed it between Soph's legs. She felt Soph's hot wet panties warming her soft toes. Soph was biting her lip hard now. Jess massaged her pussy gently and suddenly the flow continued. Soph's dainty little pee hole had given up entirely and she was spraying pee through her panties again. Jess made sure both of her feet and shoes got totally soaked by Soph's gorgeous warm pee.
"I can't believe you did that" Soph exclaimed as the extremely relieving flow subsided. "You're feet are soaked!! With my pee!!"
Jess giggled. "Well they were already soaked with mine! Why is yours any different?" Jess was loving being this dirty.
"I can't believe you!" Soph said with a smile appearing on her face. "Come on, I need to dry my panties. And you need to dry your soaked little feet"
They both stood up and began walking down the gravel path. Soph could hear Jess's feet splashing in her pee filled ballet flats.
"You are so dirty you are, you know that?!" Soph exclaimed. Jess just winked at Soph and reminded her that she had just peed her self as well. Soph didn't have any come back for that, after all she was walking along with hot sweaty little feet of her own and a pair of pissy panties gently clinging to her wet pussy lips. How had she become this naughty?!
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Edited October 2, 2018 by JMatthews1995
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The two girls had spent 3 days being naughty with each other's fetish's. They didn't have much fun for the rest of the week. Every know and then Soph would get her cute feet played with and kissed, and Jess would invite Soph to watch her pee and sometimes even make her lick the last few drips off so she didn't have to waste toilet paper.
Jess asked Soph on the Friday if she was interested in some naughty pee fun on the Saturday. Soph who had started getting used to pee fun agreed. She loved making Jess horny, even if it meant having a pissy pussy!
"Okay, the rules are simple. We both wake up, we both pee at the same time, in the shower together of course! Then starting at 9am we both drink exactly the same amount. First one to pee them self looses."
"Is that it?" Soph said. "No staying in peed panties, no rewetting or anything"
"I hadn't finished yet. The looser has to go down on the other. BEFORE they get to empty their bulging bladder! Oh, and this bits for you. Whoever wins gets to pee in the others favorite shoes and make them wear them for 2 hours, bare foot, all pissy and wet!"
Soph wanted to win! She wanted Jess between her legs as her bladder gave way! She wanted to see Jess soak her self in front of her! And most of all she wanted to punish her by peeing in her knee high boots and make her soak her sexy little feet! The deal was on! She was gonna force her little pee hole to stay shut no matter what it took! She would win this challenge no matter how hard she had to grab her pussy!
"Sounds a fair game!" Soph said blushing.
"Really?!"
"Yeah. It sounds like fun!"
The girls woke up at 8am. Jess was super excited for todays fun. She shuffled to the end of the bed and started teasing Soph by kissing her feet and nibbling her toes.
"Wakey wakey Soph!!!" She pulled the blankets off from Soph and saw her cute pajama bottoms. Soph squirmed a bit and rolled star fished. Jess started tickling her feet.
"Come on Soph we have to shower!"
Soph rolled over again and got up. Jess loved seeing her in the morning, hair all messy, and no make up on. She looked so cute and natural!
The girls showered together. Soph put her hand on Jess wet pussy.
"Pee sweetie! I'll tickle you"
She felt the warm flow of Jess' pee and gently massaged her girlfriends beautiful pussy. Jess shivered and then re-payed the favor as Soph relieved her self.
Both of them got dressed for a lazy day today. Soph slid a cute pair of pink panties on, followed by her super comfy leggings, and a baggy t-shirt. Jess was wearing very similar except she had gone for joggers rather than leggings. Both girls picked their favorite fluffy slippers and slid them onto their pretty little feet.
Jess filled a big glass of water for each of them and watched as Soph drank it. She drank hers as well and then said;
"Your cute little pussy is in for one hell of a challenge sweetie. I think these leggings will be getting rather wet today!" she squeezed Soph's hot pussy through her leggings and gently tickled it.
"Nope you'll be getting wet first. I have been training my bladder all week. I can hold really well Jess!"
The morning was rather un-eventful. They drank a steady amount each throughout the first 3 hours of the challenge. Not too much that it ruined the build up, but enough to steadily fill their bladders. Around 4 hours into the day they were snuggled watching a film. Soph was at the back of the sofa lay down the full length, Jess was lay next to her with Soph's arm over her. They had both kicked their slippers off and were stroking their soft feet against each others. Soph's pussy was tingling. She loved playing with Jess' soft little feet!
"Do you need a pee yet Jess?" Soph whispered.
"Nope, not at all if anything I feel like I need to pee less than when I started!" Jess was being daft. She could feel her bladder in her tummy and was well aware of it filling. If she had to score her need at this point she would say 5 out of 10.
"How about you Soph?" Jess reached behind her and felt Soph's tummy. She pressed gently on it.
"Nothing at all. I think I'll still be dry tomorrow at this rate! Is this supposed to be a challenge Jess?" She was also being silly. Her bladder was filling rather quick but she wanted to try and play it cool. She wasn't going to let on that she already needed to pee to the point where she would normally go and find a toilet.
The film ended. By now the girls had both drank 3 big glasses of water. Jess was sure Soph must need to pee more than her.
"Can we play sims for a bit Soph?" Jess said. Soph agreed and they began playing. The first thing Jess did was sell the toilet in the house. She was going to make her sims have a pee holding contest just like the one she was having!
They carried on playing for around an hour. Soph was beginning to get uncomfortable. She slid her hand between her legs and gave her pussy a re-assuring squeeze when Jess was out getting another drink. Her leggings were quite thin, and grabbing her self tickled her pussy!
They sat next to each other on the sofa, legs overlapped and with each others feet between each others so that Soph could play footsie with Jess' beautiful feet.
That's when Soph noticed Jess put her hand between her thighs. She looked to be doing it in a way that was not obvious.
"Need to pee Jess?" Soph teased.
"Course not! I'm just, I'm just re-arranging my panties!"
Jess needed to pee. Her bladder had filled a lot quicker than she had expected. She was getting nervous. Soph looked so composed! Sitting upright playing away on the PlayStation!
Soph only looked composed though. By now her bladder was feeling really full. If she was this desperate normally she'd be hunting for a toilet pretty sharpish. She could feel her bladder aching and really hoped Jess was struggling. She wanted to see how bad Jess needed to pee. She leaned over and pressed Jess' tummy in a joking way. As she did she felt her own bladder spasm and she had to clamp her pee hole extra tight. Jess grabbed Sophs hand off her bladder, and put it between her legs.
"I'm so hot Soph! Feel my panties I'm getting all turned on!" She slid Soph's hand down the front of her Joggers between her legs. Soph could feel how damp Jess' panties were and it turned her on. She was imagining Jess' pussy giving up the hold and spraying pee on her hand. She was actually turned on by the idea! Strange! She was getting horny about Jess's fetish!
She slid her hand back out and licked her fingers seductively.
"You always taste sooo good Jess!"
"Damn right I do!"
Another 30 minutes passed. Soph was really struggling to maintain composure at this point. Her poor little pussy was fighting to hold back a huge bulging bladder. One false move could make her spray pee all over her panties and leggings. She had to give in and grab her self! Jess saw Soph squeeze her pussy and piped up
"Oh dear Soph! Can't your dainty little pussy keep control over your bladder. Does it need help to hold it all in?"
"No! I just wanted to touch my pussy! Your sexy feet are turning me on!"
"Rubbish. Your pee hole is quivering and you know it!" Jess grabbed Sophs hand and pushed it harder into her pussy. Soph squirmed and moved Jess' hand away.
"You know you want to pee your self!" Jess said as she struggled to maintain her own composure at this point. She was very tempted to just let her pee go so she could go down on Soph's throbbing desperate pussy! The idea was flowing through her mind and she was getting turned on by the idea.
That's when she did it. Fueled by the idea of eating a desperate Soph's pussy. She stood up and peed her self in front of Soph. No warning or anything. Soph watched in amazement as her gorgeous girlfriend totally soaked her joggers and created a huge warm puddle at her feet. Jess wiggled her feet around in the puddle, slid her joggers down and slipped her soaked feet into her fluffy slippers.
"Come with me Soph!" Jess demanded. Soph was worried. She was right on the verge of peeing her self and she knew what Jess was about to do to her! |
Soph just about had time to put her slippers on before she felt Jess grab her arm!
"Hurry Soph! I wanna eat you!"
Soph could feel her pussy twitching. The sudden movement had made her desperation increase 10 fold. Her bladder was begging for relief, and it wanted it NOW! She felt her bladder spasm, she grabbed her pussy tight.
"Quick Soph. No time for grabbing! Clamp that little pee hole tighter!"
Jess grabbed Soph's arm and pull her along. As she did Soph's hand moved away from her pussy. She felt her pee hole twitch. It really was all down to her little pussy to fight for control as she scurried along behind Jess all the way up to the bedroom!
Jess stood Soph next to the bed then ran into the bathroom to grab a huge towel. Soph used this chance to try and re-gain some composure. She focused all her energy on her pee hole and put her hand gently on her pussy. Jess came back into the room and threw the towel on the bed.
"You look SO SO cute Soph!" Jess said. She loved the way Soph was squeezing her self. "Lie on the bed hun. Get comfortable!"
Soph lay back on the bed. As she lay backward she felt her bladder stretch in her tummy and the pressure increase. She re-gripped her pussy tight. She looked as though she was beginning to sweat! Jess grabbed the chair from in front of the dresser and sat at the end of the bed. She pulled Soph's fluffy slippers off and began kissing and licking her soft beautiful soles. The whole time she watched with pleasure as Soph squirmed and fought for control of her bladder. She sucked each of Soph's delicate toes. It took her almost 10 minutes to get through the foot worship. 10 agonizing pussy gripping minutes! Soph thought.
It was then that Jess stood up. She leaned over and grabbed Soph's leggings around the waist. She began sliding them down. Soph had to let go of her pussy. Even for that brief second she felt as though she was going to wet her self. Eventually Jess pulled her leggings fully off. Next was her panties! Sliding them down Jess revealed Soph's beautiful pussy. She didn't get to see it long though! Soph clamped her hands over her beautiful pussy within seconds and had closed her legs tight together!
"Soph, I need you to focus every bit of energy on holding your pee for me now sweetie. Are you okay to do that? Pleaseeee?"
Soph nodded. Her bladder was throbbing like mad. Her and Jess had both noticed the huge bulge in her tummy. Jess gently slid her hand over it.
"Right, clamp tight hun!"
Soph focused all her energy on her pee hole muscles. She had never been so desperate! Jess grabbed her ankles and pulled her further down the bed so that her legs were now hanging over the edge and her bum was right at the edge of the bed.
"Okay Soph. I'm gonna open your legs now. I will be really gently and slow, is that okay?"
"Mmhhmmm" Soph nodded, by now she had given up speaking. She was fighting too hard to keep her pee in!
Jess placed a hand on each of Soph's knees. Then shoved them open as fast as she could. Soph squealed! She grabbed her pussy as tight as she possibly could and bit her lip in desperation!
"That wasn't so bad was it Soph?"
"You said slowly!" Soph replied in a pained sort of voice. "I nearly peed!!!"
"I'm so horny Soph. Keep holding for me baby!" Jess lifted one of Soph's gorgeous feet up. She gently stroked her pissy wet pussy up and down Soph's foot and giggled as Soph winced with desperation.
"Hurry up Jess!!"
Jess pulled the little chair back up, she put it with the back against the bed, and then sat the wrong way round on it, her legs spread wide and her face right in front of Soph's hand covered pussy.
"Take your hands away Soph"
"I don't think I can!"
"Go on hun. I need to lick you! That was the deal"
Soph took on hand away. And then very slowly the other. Her legs still open quite wide and her thighs shaking with desperation. Her breathing was heavy and Jess knew she was close to wetting.
"That isn't so bad is it?" Jess teased.
"Quickly Jess!" Was all Soph could get out.
Jess just sat for what felt like forever. She stared at her girlfriends throbbing pussy, watching as her delicate pee hole twitched with each re-clamp of her pussy muscles. She was loving just watching her girlfriend struggle. Jess gently placed 1 finger on Soph's quivering pee hole and gently tickled it. Soph shook and tried to re-grab her pussy with her hand. Jess blocked her hand and then as punishment gently slapped Soph's quivering pussy.
"Please Jess! please just get it over with! I'm gonna explode!"
Jess wanted Soph practically wetting her self before she even started eating her. She gently slid her finger up and down between Soph's damp little pussy lips, making sure to put pressure on both her throbbing clit and quivering pee hole each time she passed them. After a minute or so she stopped and then just watched. Sophs lips had closed back together. After about 2 minutes of watching Soph squirm she saw it! The first leak spurted out!
Jess pressed her finger onto Soph's leaking pee hole.
"Oi! Stop it!!"
"I can't Jess, I really really can't!"
Jess watched for another 15 or so seconds before another spurt escaped. She leaned in and began licking. Soph's whole body spasmed and a huge jet of pee sprayed into Jess's mouth. It tasted heavenly and Jess continued to lick as Soph continued to loose more and more control. After about 10 licks Soph was in full flow. Spraying a huge torrent of pee into Jess' mouth and all over the chair she was sitting on. Jess was eating as fast as she could, Soph was experiencing the same pleasure she had before as a horny Jess licked around her throbbing clit. She felt Jess slide her fingers up her pussy and gently massage her g-spot. Pee was still flooding out of her after 40 seconds. The puddle on the floor was huge.
She finished her pee and Jess continued. She felt the wave of pleasure overcome her and she climaxed, spraying a huge jet of pussy juice straight into Jess's mouth. Jess just sat there, with a soaking wet t-shirt and panties on. She felt so horny! Her girlfriend had peed all over her and her panties were now soaked with both her and Soph's pee. She sat and just admired Soph's now relaxed pussy. She tickled her cute wet clit and pee hole
"You did so well Soph. Your poor pussy must have been begging for relief!"
"It was! I have never felt so desperate in my life!"
"Thank you cutie!" Jess said as she continued to stare at her girlfriends beautiful, delicate, but surprisingly strong pussy!
"Can't wait to soak your feet with pee tomorrow" Soph giggled. "They're gonna be sooo pissy!" |
It was the next morning. As Jess had lost the contest, technically even though she gave up on purpose, Soph was about to issue one of Jess' punishments. She was gonna pee in her favorite shoes and make her wear them! For 2 whole hours!
"How dirty" Soph thought to her self as she studied all of Jess' shoes. Which ones would she pick.. There were Jess' cute ballet flats, but those would dry really quickly, there were her ankle boots, but they cost a lot of money, and then there were her converse! Jess loved them as they were so comfy. Soph had seen her wearing them a couple of times without socks as well! Perfect she thought.
It was just after lunch when Soph decided to announce she was going to issue Jess' punishment. Both girls had showered around an hour before after having a lazy, cosy morning in bed together. Soph had been drinking loads all morning to fill her bladder up quick. She decided she was picking Jess' outfit and she decided they were both going for a walk! How perfect.
She came down stairs back into the living room where Jess was sat. She threw a pair of jeans, a cute t-shirt, and her converse onto her lap and told her to put them on. Jess was only wearing a pair of joggers and a baggy t-shirt at this point.
"Where are my knickers and socks Soph?"
"No knickers for you today. I want you to be naked behind your jeans for me. Oh and socks, you said loser had to wear pissy shoes, without socks"
Jess looked worried.
"Damn, I was hoping you had forgot that!"
"Nope, now get your self changed. I want to watch as you do so."
Jess stood up, she pulled her baggy old t-shirt off. As she did it revealed her perfect perky boobs. Soph wanted to kiss them and lick them, but she resisted. She then slowly slid her joggers down. Her perfect soft little pussy was revealed and Soph got all excited. She couldn't resist. She pulled Jess in close and slid her fingers across Jess' hot little pussy. Jess shivered and pulled her self in closer, she took Soph's hand and pressed it into her pussy and felt as her fingers slipped down between her soft wet lips.
"I wonder if that is pee or pussy juice Soph?"
Soph didn't care. Her girlfriend felt amazing and she wanted to play with her but she resisted and backed off. She licked her fingers clean and watched as Jess slid her feet into the legs of the jeans. She pulled them up her sexy legs, and then they slid up past her pussy hiding it from view. As she pulled them up high enough to do them up she felt the inner seam of the jeans press tight against her soft pussy lips. She did the button up and gently zipped the front up enclosing her delicate pussy behind the extremely tight fabric.
"Perfect" Said Soph "Nice and tight between your legs. Just what I wanted for a good 2 hour walk!" Soph walked up to Jess, grabbed both sides of the jeans and pull them up firmly. Jess felt the fabric tighten around her pussy and she wriggled to escape.
"2 hour walk?! With wet feet, and no panties?!" Jess sounded worried
"That won't be a problem will it cutie?" Soph replied.
"No..... No problem, just, These jeans rub me quite a bit between my legs. I will probably end up, tender, I would think"
"That's fine. I'll massage you better when we get home"
By now Jess was totally dressed apart from her converse. Soph looked at Jess' feet and admired how perfect they were. She was about to make the poor things soaking wet for 2 hours. How naughty! she thought to her self.
She took Jess' converse and put them both on the floor in front of her. She pulled her joggers off and gently lowered her self into a squat above the converse. Jess watched, Soph hadn't pulled her panties down! Was she gonna pee them for her?! Soph looked up and smiled at Jess and then released her bladder muscles. Very slowly her panties got wet, then a trickle off pee came flowing through them pouring into Jess' converse.
Jess' pussy tingled with excitement. Her girlfriend was peeing her panties again! She wasn't bothered at all that it was going in her converse! She watched as Soph continued to pee. The shoes became more and more soaked and pee started pouring out the little holes on the sides of her shoes.
Soph stopped after she had soaked the first shoe and then changed position to fill the other. The wetness of her panties felt great. She told Jess to sit down and watched as she did. Staring into her eyes as she emptied her bladder through her panties into Jess' converse.
Jess settled onto the sofa. Once Soph had finished soaking both Jess' shoes she stood up and walked over to Jess.
"Lift your leg up and point your sexy toes Jess"
Jess did as she was told. She stretched her sexy leg out in front of her and tilted her soft delicate foot forward. Soph straddled it and gently lifted it up until the top of her foot pressed against her wet panties. She then proceeded to gently slide her pissy pussy up and down Jess' beautiful feet one at a time, wetting them with hot pee.
She then slid Jess' shoes towards her and told her to put them on. Gently Jess slid her feet into her shoes. She felt the hot pee around her beautiful toes, then as she slid them in fully she felt the hot wet fabric of the sole squish against her soft soles. This was going to be one dirty walk!
Soph was getting more excited by the minute. Jess was stood in front of her, soaking wet little feet in her shoes. She was stood there with wet panties between her legs clinging to her now cooling pussy. She pulled a pair of leggings on, and a leather skirt and then announced to Jess it was time for their walk. Soph walked to the front door and slid her bare feet into Jess' ankle boots. She loved wearing Jess' sexy shoes and making her feet all sweaty in them. It annoyed Jess and she loved that.
The girls headed out the door, Soph's feet all lovely and snug in Jess' boots, her pissy pussy tingling between her legs and Jess' feet splashing around in soaking wet converse. Soph was loving today already! |
The next week passed quickly they didn't get much chance to indulge in each other's fetish's over this week. Jess had gone to work without socks a couple of times to tease Soph when she got home, and Soph had a few days of not wiping her pussy when she peed so she could force Jess to lick her clean when she had got home but other than that it was rather quiet.
Soph decided this Saturday she was going to be really naughty for Jess however. She wouldn't even tell Jess she was being naughty until it happened either so it would be a big surprise.
Her first naughty surprise would be that she had peed her panties, and kept them on without even telling Jess she was doing it. The second naughty surprise was that she was going to pee.... On Jess.... whilst sitting on her lap! Soph was getting excited. She was starting to really enjoy pee fetish fun and she was hoping Jess would be impressed with her naughtiness!
The girls woke up around 9am. They showered and went about their normal morning routines. Jess was going out today shopping with some friends. That would give Soph time to get her self all wet and yummy for Jess' return. Soph kissed Jess goodbye and then set about getting ready for her naughty day.
The first thing she had to sort out was what she was going to wear! At the end of the day she couldn't go around the house leaving little wet patches wherever she sat. She thought carefully about her clothing and then finally picked her outfit.
She slipped on a cute pair of black lacey panties. She knew these would get lovely and wet but not hold too much pee. Then she slid into a pair of thick black leggings, and then finally slipped her cute leather skirt up. This would protect anything she sat on from cute little wet bum prints. Finally for her own pleasure she slid her delicate bare feet into a pair of converse. Just because she wanted to get her cute little toes all hot and warm to make Jess suck them.
As soon as she was dressed she went for her 2nd pee of the day. She didn't want to do her morning pee in her panties as it was always too strong and scented for her liking. She pulled her skirt down, slipped her leggings down and settled onto the toilet seat. She looked at her little pussy partially hidden behind her lacy panties.
"It's going to be a dirty day for you today cutie. Don't worry though! Jess will lick you clean later" She thought to her self as the first trickle of pee splashed into the toilet. Her panties didn't hold much pee at all but that was good in her mind as she didn't want to be soaking wet all day. She just wanted to have a pissy stinky pussy for Jess to eat later. The last few drips fell from her wet panties. She shook a little to release any more big drips and then stood up. As she stood her legs closed together and it pressed her wet panties tighter against her pussy. She shivered a little and smiled. How naughty was she being!! As she slid her leggings up she pulled them up really tight. The fabric formed a slight camel toe and she felt the wet panties press up between her pussy lips and against her clit.
"No wonder Jess loves this! It feels so naughty and so so good!" She thought.
She slipped her leather skirt back up and then continued with her day. She sat and played Sims for a while on the XBOX. Jess had always loved this game and Soph was now sure that the fact she could make her sims wet them selves was part of her enjoyment.
3 hours passed. Sophs bladder was full again and it was time to re-soak her dirty little pussy. She had been sat with her feet up and her legs crossed over each other for most of the last 2 hours so her damp little panties didn't get much chance to dry. She was tingling a bit down below as well and getting excited to re-warm her private area.
She stood in front of the toilet. Then decided against it. Soph was getting naughtier, and braver. She was going to pee somewhere else. She decided it would be in the bath! She pulled her skirt off entirely then slid her leggings down revealing her still damp panties. She could smell the faint scent of pee as she settled onto the side of the bath letting her bum hang over the edge. Then released! She heard the pee splashing down the inside of the bath and felt as the wetness spread around her yummy pussy lips! Heaven! Again!
Once again she pulled her leggings up over her still dripping panties. Her clit was tingling like crazy by now and she couldn't wait for Jess to get home so she could pee on her as well! She decided to hold her next bladder until Jess was back. If she couldn't hold it then every 15 minutes she would allow her self a 5 second pee through her panties. That way she could keep her self right on the brink of desperation and also lovely and wet down below for Jess.
By the time Jess finally arrived home Soph had filled her bladder up, and had to allow her self 3 mini-pees through her panties. She was sopping wet down below and she couldn't wait to empty her bladder all over Jess!
She sat nervously on the sofa, her pussy throbbing and tingling whilst soaking wet and her gorgeous little bare feet all sweaty with excitement. Jess walked into the living room carrying a selection of bags. She looked worn out.
"We have been EVERYWHERE!" she said as she slumped onto the sofa next to Soph.
"Sarah really knows how to shop I take it?" Soph replied
"Yup! Except she loves going round and round. I'm shattered!"
"I bet!"
Soph watched as Jess leaned forward and began undoing her Converse. She then sat in amazement as Jess slid her delicate little bare feet out of them one at a time.
"Look Soph! No socks! Wanna pamper my feet?"
"Serious! Yes I do!"
Jess spun round and placed her delicate bare feet onto Soph's leather skirt covered lap and began wiggling her beautiful toes. Soph sat massaging and gently stroking them for about 5 minutes before picking one up and gently kissing it and biting Jess's little toes. Jess giggled and lay back relaxing as she had her worn out little feet played with.
"I have a surprise for you Jess by the way"
"Really? What is it?!"
"It wouldn't be a surprise then would it?"
"Suppose not!"
Soph finished playing with Jess' beautiful little feet and then invited her into the bedroom. She had put a chair in the middle of the room. She sat Jess in the chair and then went into the bathroom.
"Close your eyes Jess! And no peaking!"
Jess nervously closed her eyes. What was Soph planning?!
Soph was getting seriously nervous. She could feel her pee hole spasming as her aching bladder pressed down on it trying to force her pee out. She slid her leather skirt off and kicked her converse off her sexy bare feet and stared at them for a few seconds.
"You just love being all hot and sweaty don't you? You naughty things! If you're lucky Jessie might lick you clean!" she thought to her self.
She walked into the bedroom. Jess had her eyes closed and was sat facing towards her. She was wearing a tight pair black leggings, and a cute t-shirt. Soph stood with one leg either side of the chair and then sat down on Jess' lap facing towards her. She slid her self as far as possible towards Jess so her pussy was basically spread fully open and near enough pressed against Jess' tummy!
"What are you doing?" Jess asked.
"SURPRISE!!!!" Shouted Soph.
Jess opened her eyes quickly. She saw Soph just sat on her, looking right into her eyes. What was the surprise? There was nothing different about her. Then suddenly she felt her pussy get much warmer! What was going on? It took her a few seconds to work out what was happening. Soph wrapped her arms around Jess and began kissing her lips. Her pee flooding out through her panties and leggings was pooling on top of Jess' closed legs. The pee soaked into Jess' leggings and down between her legs spreading quickly through her panties and soaking her pussy with Soph's pee.
"Oh wow!! Oh my god!! Soph!!! OH WOW!! OH WOW!!!!" Jess had caught on to what was happening and couldn't get a single decent sentence out. Her pussy was bathing in her girlfriends hot pee! She nearly came with pleasure just from what was happening. Soph began kissing and biting Jess' lips again as the pee continued to flow from her delicate stinky little pussy!
Jess reached around Soph and grabbed her sexy firm butt, and pulled her as close as physically possible. She felt Soph's soaked pussy press against her tummy and pee began to spread all up the front of her t-shirt as well.
The last few dribbles came from Soph's pussy and the flow subsided. Jess had closed her eyes at some point and now re-opened them. She looked extremely pleased. Soph had done well! Soph shuffled her self slightly back on Jess's legs.
"Look Jess"
Soph looked down, grabbed the front of her leggings and panties and pulled them away from her waist at the front. Jess looked down into the front of her panties and saw her gorgeous glistening wet little pussy lips. Soph had saved a little pee. She relaxed and a fresh jet of pee sprayed the inside of her panties and leggings. Jess watched in amazement as the stream sprayed out from between Soph's delicate lips and soaked into the fabric of her panties and leggings.
"This isn't the first time my cute little pussy has been wet today Jess" Soph stuttered.
"What?! Why?!" Jess questioned.
"Well, I may have let it pee these panties twice before today as well! And then 3 times really close together before you got home!"
" Oh my god! You're perfect Soph!" Jess grabbed Soph and pulled her right against her and began passionately kissing her.
"My pussy is soaked Soph!!! I can't believe I'm sat here soaked with your pee!"
"Bet you're loving it!"
"Damn right I am!"
"Oh yeah just to let you know. I have decided that you're staying in those panties for the rest of the day as well. Also I want licking clean. My poor little pussy has been wet for 8 hours now!"
Jess had no reason to argue with either of those requests! Soph was her perfect girlfriend, even if she had to lick her sexy feet every now and then!!
Edited October 22, 2018 by JMatthews1995
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It was 07:30 on a Saturday. The two girls hadn't had much naughty fun for a while due to other commitments. Soph was awake first and was determined to have naughty fun today. She wanted to treat Jess to a naughty pee day and planned to have a proper pee holding contest against Jess.
"Jess, you awake?"
"Well now I am! What time is it?" She huffed and rolled over. She was never a morning person.
"7:30 sweety. I woke up and can't get back to sleep" Soph snuggled up to Jess and wrapped her arm around her. Jess stirred, rolled over and returned her cuddle.
"Do you wanna have some pees fun today Jess?" Soph asked
"Really?!"
"Yeah. We haven't done anything naughty for like 2 weeks"
"I'm definitely up for that! What you think?"
"I wanna beat you in a pee holding contest. Winner gets a day of their own pleasure whether they can do what they want and make the other do whatever they want for them"
"You won't win! Deal" Jess replied.
The girls both got up and showered. They made a deal that they would both pee at the start of the contest and then drink the same amount all the way through the challenge. Jess went to sit on the toilet to pee.
"Oi! You're not getting a head start!" Soph joked. Jess sat holding her pee in on the toilet and watched as Soph settled her naked butt onto the side of the bath.
"OK now you can pee" Jess watched as Soph relieved her self into the bath at the same time as she was peeing into the toilet. They both finished at near enough the same time.
"Dare you not to wipe Soph!" Joked Jess, she watched as Soph slid her leggings up over her dripping pussy. She was so relaxed about pee now compared to how she was when Jess first bought it up. Jess shook a little then pulled her panties and jeans up over her still damp pussy and Soph smiled at her.
"That's the driest it will be all day Jess, You're gonna end up soaked way before I do!"
"Ooooh fighting talk!"
"That's right! It's gonna be easssyyyy, You know how huge my bladder is, you even said you were surprised at it!"
"Bring it on!"
The girls settled down to watch a bit of tv and have a nice cup of tea at around 8:15. They had showered, peed and got dressed.
Soph was wearing a pair of black leggings, a baggy Tishri, and a jumper and a pair of super comfy fluffy slippers to keep her toes warm.
Jess was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, fluffy socks, and a jumper as well. Winter was definitely setting in.
As they drank their lovely big cups of tea they both knew full well that it would be causing their poor bladder to be begging for relief in no time!
"Wanna go out for some breakfast Soph?"
"Of course!"
She watched as Jess hurried into the hall way, she pulled her socks off and slid her gorgeous bare feet into her fur lined ankle boots, she looked up at Soph and winked.
"Your feet are so hot Jess! I wanna suck your little toes!"
"If you win you can do whatever you want with my cute little feet" Jess smiled again.
Soph slid her fluffy slippers off and put her high top converse on her dainty bare feet as well, and they both headed down to the local cafe.
When they arrived Jess ordered a mug of tea, and Soph ordered a large coffee. She knew she would regret it later, but she wanted to make Jess know she was serious about getting desperate!
They sat and ate their breakfasts. Slowly sipping on the fluid that would soon be making them beg for relief! Whenever Soph took a sip Jess would smile she knew she was getting turned on already at just the thought of seeing Soph getting desperate.
They finished breakfast and their drinks and headed back home. Soph decided that she wanted to watch a film and asked Jess to join her. She wanted to keep a close eye on Jess to make sure she was drinking as much as she was! She was getting really rather competitive when it came to pee fun! They settled down on the sofa and began watching the film. It was around 9:30 by now and both girls had already drank at least half a liter! Jess was loving how this day was panning out already! Just as the film was about to start Soph hurried off and came back holding two bottles of lemonade. She was really getting the fluid in fast!
By half-way through the film both girls had finished their 500ml bottles taking their intake up to a full liter each! They could both feel their bladders filling and Jess was getting more excited.
"Can't wait to see you soak your self Soph! There is no way that little pussy of yours is stronger than mine at holding! You know your self how strong my pee hole muscles are!"
"Oh trust me sweety! These last 2 weeks I have spent loads of time each day training my little pee muscles! Plenty of keegal exercise's for me!"
"You serious?!"
"Yup! The other day I was doing it for like an hour! You have no chance!"
Jess was a little worried by this! She hadn't been doing anything and the last two weeks she had been peeing whenever she felt the slight need. She knew she was out of practice!
Another 30 minutes of the film passed when Soph disappeared. She came back yet again with another drink. This time an apple juice. She reckoned it was around 300ml, and she knew full well it was at this point that hers and Jess's bladders were officially past their limit of holding. Jess was already feeling the urge but gulped down her juice as Soph drank hers.
"I dunno about you Jess but I'm feeling fine. I could go all day!"
Jess looked worried
"Urmm yeahh. Me too!" 2 weeks of not holding her pee at all had softened her. She knew it was probably all in her head but Soph's confidence was worrying her, and she knew it was making her feel more desperate than she was.
By the time the film finished Jess was feeling the urge quite badly. She had drank 1.3 liters and hadn't peed for 3 and a half hours! She watched as Soph hurried off into the kitchen, again returning with a glass of juice!
"Drink up Jessy! I know you're loving this!"
She watched as Jess drank, as she leaned back Soph saw the bulge of Jess' bladder stick out slightly.
"Oh wow Jess! That bladder looks like it's filling nicely!"
"Ohh, nahh that's how it always looks" She said worrying. Soph's tummy didn't seem as stretched as hers had become!
"I think it's time we went for a nice walk Jess! Burn off that breakfast we had!"
She went into the hallway and again slid her cute bare feet out of her slippers and into her converse. Jess did the same with her ankle boots, and they headed out.
The girls had been walking for 30 minutes and it was nearly 12:30. The cold autumn air was making their urges much more serious and Soph knew Jess was struggling. She was feeling the urge rather highly now but was determined as ever to outlast Jess! She wanted to see her sexy girlfriend pee her jeans in public!
"When are we going back Soph? It's rather cold out here!"
"Hmmm I think we will be back in 30 minutes cutie. How's your bladder doing?" She giggled as she asked.
"It's fine! I'm just chilly"
Soph agreed, but she could tell Jess was really struggling. The last 15 minutes of the walk Jess was noticeably squirmy. Soph's pussy was tingling with desperation as well, but she just kept forcing her pee hole to re-clamp and totally ignored her own desperation choosing to focus wholly on Jess' need for relief.
"Gotta pee cutie?" she teased. Jess stood up straighter and began walking more normally. Each step was a risk as her poor little pee hole was no longer getting the same squeezing pressure of her strong thighs.
"Nope! I'm fine. Just cold!"
By the time they reached home it had been 4 and a half hours since they had both peed, and they had both finished 1.7 liters of fluid! Jess' need was obvious. Somehow Soph was maintaining her composure. She was good at hiding desperation. She always had been.
As they entered the house Soph watched as Jess kicked her boots off and struggled to put her fluffy socks back on. She noticed her physically grab her self through her jeans. She knew she was really struggling. As Soph bent down to take her own converse off she felt her bladder spasm. She instantly had to grip her pussy through her leggings. She hadn't realised just how desperate she was getting her self!
"Ooooh gotta pee Sophie?" Jess teased.
"Nahh! I just like holding my pussy!" Soph said back jokingly.
Jess suddenly gasped. Soph quickly looked up to see Jess stood with her hand pressed firmly between her legs.
"Did you leak?!" Soph asked with excitement
"No! Just really getting hard to hold! How are staying so composed?!"
"Trust me, I'm struggling as well Jess! My pussy is twitching like crazy!"
Jess' eyes widened. She took her hand away and revealed a little dark patch between her legs.
"Oh my god! Jessie!!! Stop it! Stop it now!" Soph shouted. Jess fought against her bladder focusing every ounce of strength she had on her pee hole muscles eventually stopping the flow. She looked up at Soph with a worried expression.
"I, I, I didn't think I was that desperate Soph" She muttered.
"Hold it Jess! I look composed but I'm sweating like mad and I don't think I can hold out much longer my self!" Soph had taken to encouraging Jess. She was enjoying this desperation too much!
Soph settled onto a chair. Her pussy was really struggling by now, and she slid her hand down the front of her leggings and physically squeezed her pussy. It felt so good gripping her naked little flaps, and she even slid her fingers over her throbbing clit a few times as she sat watching Jess squirming holding her wet pussy in front of her.
Jess walked over to Soph and straddled her on the chair. She knows full well she won't be able to hold out much longer and when she finally did give in she wanted to make sure Soph got a good soaking as well! Soph didn't move her hand from inside her leggings opting to squeeze her delicate pussy even tighter! She felt her fingers pressing tight into her pee hole and was determined to make sure it was plugged nice and firm!
It was only a minute after Jess had sat on her lap that Soph heard her gasp.
"Oh Noooooo! Soph I can't stop it!!!" Soph could hear the hissing of pee and within seconds she felt Jess' pee flooding through into her leggings and soaking her hand that was between her legs. Jess wrapped her arms around Soph and pulled her self close to her kissing her neck and gently biting her ears as she relieved her self in her Jeans. She peed for what felt like forever she must have peed for at least 60 seconds! Soph was sopping wet, her legs and pussy drenched in Jess' hot pee! She flicked her slippers off her feet and splashed her bare feet around in the hot pee puddle on the floor.
"Jess you really had to go bad didn't you"
"So bad Soph! I felt like my bladder was going to explode!"
"I'm still feeling the same!" She replied with a quiver in her voice. "My pee hole can't hold out much longer Jess!"
Jess stood up. She pulled Soph up out of the seat and sat her self down on it.
"Sit on me Soph" Soph settled onto Jess' lap instantly. She straddled her self over Jess facing towards her and then re-gripped her aching pussy.
"You can pee Soph! But only for 15 seconds. I have decided"
Soph looked worried. She knew it would be hard to stop, but she was determined to make Jess as horny as possible. If that meant she had to torture her pussy and bladder then so be it!
She began to relax and instantly felt her pee start flooding out into her leggings. Jess quickly grabbed the front of her leggings and pulled them away from her waist, so she could watch her gorgeous pussy relieving its self.
Jess began counting down. She was getting seriously horny as Soph's warm pee drenched her own already pissy pussy.
"3, 2, and 1! Stop!" Jess watched Soph's pussy closely as she attempted to stop the flow. She could see her pussy twitching as her muscles attempted to clamp. After what felt like forever she saw the flow subside. She looked up at Soph. She was visibly sweating.
"My god that hurt Jess"
"Thank you cutie! I get so turned on when I get to control your relief!" Jess snuggled Soph and kissed her.
"Lets go for a walk!" She blurted out. "I wanna see how long you can keep holding Soph!"
Soph not wanting to disappoint agreed. Why was she doing this?!! Her pussy was begging for relief, and she had agreed to go for a walk!
"Go and grab me some clothes Jess. I need to stay here and gain some composure back!"
Jess hurried off. Soph watched as Jess created a load of little pissy foot prints across the floor.
She returned with what she was sure would be the most secret wetting clothes she could find. A pair of fishnet tights, and a leather skirt. She had come back with a pair of black leggings for her self as well.
Soph watched as Jess peeled her soaked jeans off pulling her sopping wet socks off at the same time. Her beautiful feet were glistening with hers and Soph's pee. Soph just wanted to suck her dainty wet little toes! Jess was horny as hell, her pussy was sopping wet with both her and Soph's pee and that turned her on like crazy. She decided against changing her panties and instead just slid her leggings up over her pissy panties. Soph watched as Jess shoved her soaking wet bare feet straight into her ankle boots.
"You can lick my soaking little feet clean when we get back Soph" Soph's eye lit up.
Jess handed Soph her fresh clothes and watched as she struggled to pull her soaked leggings off. She kept re-gripping her pussy she slid her hand down her panties and gripped her self tightly. Jess felt slightly harsh making Soph go out for a walk knowing her pussy was struggling this much, but she was a horny mess and all shame went out the window!
Before Soph had managed to get her fish nets on Jess squatted down in front of her. She grabbed either side of Soph's wet panties and slid them down to her thighs. She stared at Sophs hand that was firmly gripping her delicate wet pussy.
Jess gently grabbed Soph's wrist and pulled her hand away revealing her gorgeous pussy still glistening with pee. She leaned in towards Soph and gently kissed her pissy pussy. She slid her tongue gently between Soph's flaps and tickled Soph gently.
"Stop Jess!!! Stop!!! I'm gonna peeeeee!" Quivered Soph. Jess leaned back and watched as Soph grabbed her naked quivering pussy tight. She pulled Soph's panties back up for and then grabbed her fishnets. Soph lifted her foot out of the huge pee puddle and slid it into the ends of the fishnets that Jess had scrunched up. She did both feet and Jess grabbed the waist and pulled them up her legs. She then slid Soph's skirt up for her as well allowing Soph to focus entirely on holding her pee!
Jess placed Sophs converse in front of her and helped her slide her soaking wet little feet into them. She knew full well she would be worshiping those beautiful wet feet when he finally got home!
"I can't wait to lick those soaked little feet clean when we get back Soph!" Jess exclaimed. Soph blushed with excitement.
The girls left the house. Soph was nervous as hell and could feel her bladder throbbing in her tummy. The leather skirt was a serious restriction when it came to holding as she couldn't get a good grip on her pussy with it getting in he was!
10 minutes into the walk Jess spotted someone up ahead coming the other way.
"Shit! Soph! It's Laura! She's seen us! Don't panic sweety! She won't notice we have peed. Just focus on holding it in hun! Whatever you do, don't wet your self in front of her!"
Soph's mind was all over the place! How was she going to hold?! How long would Laura hang around?!
Laura started chatting to both the girls. Soph could hardly speak she was focusing so hard on her delicate quivering pussy!
"I'll join on your walk if you don't mind Jess? We have a lot to catch up on"
Jess didn't want to look suspicious.
"We are only going up to the park and back it won't be long. Probably not worth it. We could meet you tomorrow for food if you like"
"Oh I can't do tomorrow Jess. I don't mind a short walk catch up"
Jess looked at Soph. She could see in her eyes that she was scared. She gave her a quick empathetic glance then turned back to Laura. She didn't want to annoy her best friend.
"Okay then we better hurry up it's rather cold"
The three girls walked quite briskly for the next 15 minutes. Jess kept looking at Soph who had gone very quiet. Her eyes were seriously giving hints that she was about to wet her self. Jess was starting to feel really guilty about putting her gorgeous girlfriend through what must be a total nightmare for her. She couldn't help but feel seriously horny because of it though!
It was about the half-way point in their walk. Jess and Laura were chatting away loudly, laughing and joking. Soph had slowed down and was in serious need of relief. Her pussy was twitching, and she knew it wouldn't be long until she burst! All she could think about was what Laura would say if she wet her self in front of her!
The last 10 minutes of the walk were agonizing for Soph. Every step she took was painful and her bladder was seriously bulging out of her tummy! Each step she took jiggled her bladder and brought her closer to wetting!
They reached their house. Laura wouldn't stop talking! She just went on and on about work and friends. Soph felt her bladder spasm and a huge spurt sprayed into her panties. Somehow she managed to clamp the flow off! She had no idea how she had done it!
"Jess, can I have the house keys. I have gone to the toilet" She grabbed Jess' wrist to re-enforce the urgency.
Jess fumbled about in her bag knowing full well her gorgeous girlfriend was probably already wetting her self under her skirt. She passed the keys to Soph and watched as she struggled to get the key into the door.
Laura carried on talking totally ignoring Soph's struggles. Soph burst through the door into the house. She hurried into the dining room where they had wet before and sat on the damp chair. She removed her skirt and jammed her hand tightly into her pussy, determined to hold until Jess came back in.
Every minute that passed Soph's urgency grew. Her poor pussy was being squeezed so tight by her hands that she was actually starting to hurt her self. She was horny as hell and wanted to make her girlfriend proud. She felt her bladder spasm and felt a spurt of pee spray into her hand. Again she had no idea how she stopped the flow!
She heard the door start opening. She looked up quickly to see Jess hurrying in.
"Omg Soph! I'm so sorry!! You must have been so desperate and scared" She ran over and hugged Soph.
"I. I still am Jess!" Whimpered Soph.
"Are you serious?!! You waited for me?!"
"Mhmmm" Soph nodded. Talking was way too difficult when she was as desperate as she was.
"Pee sweety!! Your poor bladder, oh my god, and your poor pussy having to hold it all back!" Jess' clit was throbbing like crazy! She was so so proud and impressed by Soph.
Soph stood up, her hand still firmly squeezing her sopping wet pussy. Instantly she burst. Her pee started spraying out in a huge flow flooding down her sexy legs and filling her converse within 10 seconds! It was like watching a waterfall. Jess was mesmerized for 30 seconds or so before finally deciding what she wanted to do. She grabbed Soph's panties and fishnets and pulled them down revealing Soph's peeing pussy. She watched as the pee flooded from between Soph's red flaps. Then leaned in and began kissing and licking her peeing pussy. She licked and licked for what felt like forever as Soph's huge bladder emptied itself through her dainty worn out little pee hole.
"Oh my god that feels better!" Soph exclaimed
"Your poor pussy Soph! It looks all red"
"I have never gripped my self so hard in all my life!"
"I feel bad making you hold so long Soph! I'm so sorry!"
"Don't be sorry Jess. It wasn't your fault Laura showed up!"
"That's true! Can I make you come Soph?"
"Yes! Yes! Definitely! My poor pussy needs all the attention it can get after that torture!"
Jess sat Soph back down on the chair and spread her legs wide. She began licking and kissing ever last bit of Soph's stinky pissy pussy. Jess was in heaven and soon Soph would be too. Jess could hear Soph wiggling her toes around in her pee filled converse. She backed away from her pussy and pulled Soph's converse off and began worshiping her soaking wet beautiful feet then went back to her pussy. It didn't take long to make Soph squirt in her mouth after a good foot worship! |
Having peed quite a lot through her bikini Soph made sure she spilled the water she had ordered on the floor to hide the fact that pee was splashing down from between her sexy legs. Jess admired her forward thinking idea.
The girls finally finished their main meal and settled up the bill. By now Jess' bladder was really throbbing. She regretted choosing shorts over a skirt.
As they walked home Soph could see that Jess was struggling to hold. She teased Jess constantly and kept playfully tickling and pressing on her tummy. Jess could feel her pee hole quivering as it started to loose control but she managed to re-focus and clamp it off tight. Soph decided to tease her even more.
She hurried ahead slightly making sure Jess was watching, then she relaxed. Instantly the remaining 50% of her bladder came flooding out into her bikini bottoms, splashing down her beautiful legs and pouring into her ballet flats, soaking her beautiful feet.
"SOPH! Stop!! People might see!" Jess shouted.
"Noooo they won't!!!" replied Soph, sounding really rather tipsy.
The girls hurried back to the villa, spurred on my Jess's craving of relief and of Soph's soaking wet little pussy. Soph was loving stomping along with pee splashing around in her ballet flats and the wet clingy fabric tickling her wet pussy lips as she walked.
The second the girls arrived at the villa Jess' bladder gave up! She hurried through the patio gate and instantly pissed her bikini and denim shorts right in front of Soph. Soph cuddled up tight to her and intertwined her legs making sure that plenty of Jess' pee splash down them and into her shoes.
"Soph! You're so damn perfect!" Jess whispered rather drunkenly! "Can I eat you? I wanna lick you clean you dirty little mess!!" Jess grabbed Soph and pulled her into the bedroom of the villa. She pushed her onto the bed, pulled her ballet flats off and started kissing and licking both of Soph's dripping wet little feet. Soph felt her pussy tingle with excitement she wasn't used to Jess going absolutely crazy for her little feet but this time she had earned it.
Jess pulled Soph down the bed so her pussy was at the edge. She grabbed a chair and settled on it between Soph's beautiful legs. She could smell the strong scent of pee emanating from Soph's stripey bikini bottoms. They were clearly showing a yellow hue and Jess couldn't wait to get them off.
Gently she pulled them down revealing Soph's sopping wet pussy. The scent was very strong but Jess was loving it.
"You are such a stinky girly Sophie!" She teased.
"I know! I bet I'm just as tasty as well Jess!"
Jess leaned in, she used her fingers to slightly spread Soph's tingling little lips and then slowly licked right the way up between stinky little flaps.
"Yummyyyyyy!" She teased as she let Soph's lips close back together. She continued to kiss and gently sniff Soph's pussy, getting slightly more invasive with each kiss. Jess' own pussy was a throbbing pissy little mess inside her soaked shorts and bikini now and she was desperate to get her self off.
She ravaged Soph's dirty pussy for ages! Licking ever last mm of stinky pee bathed pussy. Soph was in heaven, Jess was incredible with her tongue and the fact she was licking her girlfriend clean had made her even more relentless. Every lick made Soph squirm until eventually her pussy could take it no more! A huge jet of squirt sprayed out from between her puffy flaps and straight into Jess' mouth. Jess continued to lick and forced Soph through a second orgasm rendering Soph's legs almost useless.
"You're such a shivering mess Soph!!"
"I... I can't help it!! I have never came so hard in my life Jess!"
"Good!"
Soph feeling now seriously excited wanted to see Jess orgasm too. She wasn't sure whether she'd be able to go down on a girl that had repeatedly peed her self for the last 10 or so hours though so she came up with a plan.
Soph invited Jess onto the bed. She watched as she gently crawled up and waited for her to settled next to her. She then requested Jess to take off her shorts. Within seconds Jess had pulled them off and kicked them onto the floor. Soph stared down at Jess' soaking wet bikini. Would she be brave and tolerant enough to lick Jess' pussy clean?!
She knelt down between Jess' glistening wet legs and leaned forward. She could smell Jess' bikini without even getting close. Gently she grabbed her bikini and pulled it down. Soph adored Jess' cute little pussy but it was so stinky and pissy! She pushed Jess' legs apart and slowly crawled up between them, leaning in she took a sniff of Jess' lips. The scent was very strong but she decided to brave it anyway!
Slowly she kissed Jess' sopping stinky pussy, she then licked a few times but decided that was all she could do. She was tolerant of Jess' pee fetish but she was struggling to lick a pussy that had peed it's self 7+ times over 11 or so hours!
Instead she opted for a different tactic. She decided to try scissoring. At the end of the day she would be fine having Jess' pissy pussy massaging against hers, and if all went to plan she could surprise Jess during the fun as well!
She shuffled into position, and spread her legs. Jess' eye lit up with excitement! Soph slid her self between Jess' legs and intertwined her self with them. Jess felt as Soph's wet pussy came gently into contact with her sopping wet pussy. She felt Soph gently start moving, back and forth massaging her pussy against her own pee soaked flaps. Instantly she felt her pussy throb. Jess got more and more excited and began moving her self. She was getting wetter and wetter as her pussy lubricated it's self with excitement.
"I'm gonna cum Soph!" Jess shouted. Soph showed no signs of slowing down, she pressed harder and thrust faster and faster. Jess was going cross eyed with pleasure until suddenly she was overcome with a wave of orgasmic pleasure. She sent a huge blast of pussy juice spraying out from between her legs and jetting directly all over Soph's throbbing pussy. Soph's pussy was overcome with pleasure as well and hers sent a torrent of juice back at Jess.
The girls just lay in exhaustion on the soaked bed sheets, panting as they regained their composure.
"That..... was the hottest thing.. I have .. ever .... experienced..... Soph" panted Jess
"Would have been hotter if you were licking my feet while we were at it, but I suppose it was fairly good" Teased Soph.
"Ohhh, What like this?" Jess began kissing and licking Soph's gorgeous feet. She wanted to repay Soph for her extremely pleasurable night and if that meant licking pissy feet clean then so be it!
The two girls showered together that night. They tidied up the room and then settled into the bed in the other room. They were lay side by side all comfortable when Soph straddled Jess. Soph was totally naked and Jess was wearing a pair of comfy panties. Soph began kissing Jess passionately, and when she was least expecting it, she let a big spurt of pee leak onto Jess' panty covered pussy.
"OMG SOPH!" Jess shouted with a naughty tone to her voice. "My panties are soaked!"
"Good!" Replied Soph. "Now, off to sleep you dirty girl!"
Soph climbed off Jess and snuggled up next to her. Jess, now with her pussy soaked with Soph's pee was in a seriously naughty mood. She gently put her hand between Soph's legs and massaged her soaking naked pussy as she fell asleep. What a dirty dirty day they had both had!
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It was the morning of the first Saturday after the girls had arrived home from their Holiday. Jess was in a very frisky mood and wanted to have some naughty pee fun! She approached Soph to ask whether she would be up for some fun with her.
"Sophyyyyyy?" She said as she fluttered her eyelids
"What do you want Jess? I'm guessing pee fetish stuff!" She said jokingly
"Of course it is! I'll trade you! I'll do whatever you want foot fetish wise, name your price!"
"Depends what it is you wanna do?"
"Well..... You know we both enjoy bike rides.... and I enjoy us both getting wet.... How about, a bike ride, whilst having a pee holding contest?" She smiled cutely at Soph.
"Sounds quite fun!" Soph replied "My deal is that for the next week you wear whatever shoes I choose, and go barefoot in them whenever I demand. Oh! And whenever I want my feet worshiping you do it!"
"DEAL!" Shouted Jess.
The girls began preparing for their ride. The first priority was for them to both pee, and then begin drinking the same large amounts of fluid until both of them were feeling rather full. Their ride would then begin. Jess mapped out a route that would take them around 2 hours of steady riding but that would keep them out of busy areas and avoid main busy roads.
Both girls were wearing similar clothes, a nice bright t-shirt, a pair of thick black leggings, and for Soph's enjoyment super comfy new sneakers on their little bare feet. She had caught Jess putting her sneakers on with socks and demanded for her to remove them! If Jess was getting fetish fun then Soph wanted some for her as well!
By the time the girls decided to leave the house they had drank around 1.6l of fluids each! They were both feeling the need to pee quite a bit which made Jess very excited. They knew full well that both of them would end up peeing while they were in public, it was just a question as to which one would be doing it totally in their clothes!
They headed out down a little country lane. Then went into a forest trial. The ground was luckily hard and dry, much better than riding on slippy mud!
20 minutes or so passed, both girls were enjoying their rides. Both of them were ignoring their jiggling full bladders and just focusing on the riding. Around 30 minutes in and the huge amount of fluid was starting to become obvious for Soph. She bounced over a pothole and felt her bladder bounce around inside her tummy. She had to focus her mind on her pelvic muscles and make sure they were contracted tightly.
"Ooooh" she whimpered as the wheel dropped into the pothole.
"What was that Soph? Your bladder struggling already?"
"N...Noooo....Just...a little painful hitting that hole"
"Hold it cutie! My bladders still fine!" Jess shouted, knowing full well that hers was also throbbing for relief at this point.
Peddling was getting harder and harder. Soph was getting turned on by having hot little bare feet in her sneakers and it was causing her little pink panties to get damp. As she rode her saddle massaged her between her legs and she started to struggle to hold her pee.
"Gotta pee yet Soph?" Jess shouted from in front. By now her bladder was really starting to ache and her dainty pussy was getting a little damp because of her naughty pleasure.
"Nope! Still holding fine. How's yours?"
"F..Fine.. I think"
"Oooh you gotta pee Jessie?! Just imagine now nice relief would feel now! Letting it dribble out into your panties and be massaged all over your pussy by the saddle as you pedal!"
Jess' clit throbbed. Soph made it sound like heaven. She actually wanted to wet her self but she really wanted Soph to wet her self first.
After 40 minutes of riding both girls were really struggling with their desperation. Every bump they hit made their bladders twinge and throb with desperation. It was all too much for Soph as she bounced over a thick fallen tree brand.
"ooohh noo!!" She murmured as a big spurt off pee forced it's way out of her throbbing tortured little pee hole. She managed to re-gain control but now that her panties were wet and that the seal had been broken she knew it wouldn't be long until she was soaking her self. She looked ahead to Jess who looked to be equally desperate. She had slowed right down and had one hand between her legs. As Soph got closer she noticed that Jess was struggling more than she had thought. Jess had stopped and was stood straddling her bike, her leggings glistening with hot steaming pee. She had been leaking the last 10 minutes but hadn't told Soph and now her pee hole had entirely given up.
Jess just stood dead still as her entire bladder emptied out of her worn out pee hole, down the inside of her sexy legs and into her sneakers, soaking her sweaty bare feet with hot pee. It was at least 45 seconds of endless peeing before the flow finally subsided. She looked over her shoulder at Jess, her cheeks red with embarrassment.
"I.... My.... I.... I couldn't hold on any longer Soph! Every bump was torture!"
"You're so cute you are Jess! Look how soaked you are!" Soph replied, all the time well aware of her own quivering pee muscles.
"We have so far to go! Oh my god I'm so wet! My shoes are ruined Soph!"
"I bet they are! Bet your feet are lovely and hot now!"
"Yeah! So's my pussy! It's gonna be throbbing like crazy by the time we get home!"
"Let's hurry up Jess! I feel like I'm about to explode!"
Jess kicked off and started riding again. Every time she pressed down on the pedal she felt her hot pee pool around her soft toes and smooth soles of her feet. It was like stamping on a hot sponge every time she pedaled. Her wet panties were clinging tightly to her throbbing, pee soaked pussy. The rocking motion of pedaling was massaging her pissy panties and leggings against her throbbing clit and she was sure she would end up squirting in them if she carried on like this!
Soph was seriously struggling by now. Her wet little pussy was begging to be relieved of holding duty and she knew it wouldn't be long before it gave up entirely. She was being teased by the wet fabric of her pee damp panties tickling against her pussy the whole time! She decided to let Jess enjoy a good view. Soph stood up and pedaled quick to get in front of Jess. As soon has she had managed to overtake she stood up on the pedals and coasted gently pedaling just enough to keep moving.
It's then that Jess noticed the little wet patch on Soph's leggings. Suddenly she saw it turn into a glistening patch, it grew in size and started spreading quickly down the inside of Soph's sexy legs. Jess stayed entirely quiet just indulging in the pleasure of her own wetness and watching her perfect girl soak her self in front of her, the whole time her sexy ass rocking with the motion of her pedaling.
Jess was struggling to control an orgasm. The combination of being soaked, seeing Soph wetting her self, and picturing both of their gorgeous wet pussy's being massaged by the saddles was making her clit throb like mad!
Soph peed for what seemed like 10 minutes, the insides of both her legs were totally soaked and there was a huge trail of little pee splashes along the floor for 25 meters or so! Soph must have really really needed to pee. Soph slowed down and let Jess pull alongside.
"My feet! Are soaked!" Exclaimed Soph.
"Mine are as well! You must have been so desperate Soph! There was soooo much pee!"
"My pussy felt like it was going to give in like 20 minutes ago but I was determined to see you wet first Jess!"
"You have such strong will power Soph! I think we should hurry home, people might see us!"
The girls picked up the pace for the journey home. Neither wanted to be caught when they were both soaking wet with pee!
TBC |
Having both relieved them selves and traded panties for a second time the girls headed off into the town center to do some shopping. Jess was feeling the horniest she ever had done and was beginning to make her panties wet in more than just the pissy way!
"Soph when we get home I am going to make you cum harder than you ever had before!" Whispered Jess "I'm going to end up cumming in my panties just walking around the shops the way I'm going!"
"You're so dirty Jessie! Shhh people might hear!"
"But I'm a throbbing tingly mess down below and I need relief!"
"Shhhh! Lets do some shopping to take your mind of it a bit."
The girls walked around browsing various different clothes shops. The whole time their delicate pissy pussies tingling with excitement. Ever step meant their wet lips slid past each other, gently tickling their throbbing clits, lubricated by each others warm naughty pee!
They decided to have some lunch and settled in a little cafe. Sat opposite each other and just staring into each others eyes while they were eating. It was hard not to have a little laugh about the situation. At the end of the day, here were two beautiful girls, sat eating lunch, only these girls were both hiding a pissy pair of panties up their skirts and no one had any idea!
"It's mad Jess! I've spent nearly 5 hours with pissy panties on and at no point has it been obvious to anyone else just how ridiculously dirty we are being!"
"I know, I LOVE IT! I'm wearing a leather skirt every day from now on!" Jess replied.
"I know you enjoy it but I'm not licking a pissy pussy clean every night Jess. Just so you know!" Whispered Soph. The thought of having her pussy eaten made Jess tingle and throb again. Her wet panties clinging against her soft pussy flaps.
"How are you little feets Soph? Do they need worshiping?"
It was Soph's turn to tingle down below.
"They are so warm and comfy. But yeah, a little foot worship would probably end up making me tingle a little too much for me to control!"
"Mmmm, I can't wait until we get home then Soph!"
After lunch the girls headed home. The walk was long, around 45 minutes. The entire way both of them getting rubbed and tickled by their wet little panties. Soph offered up another naughty pee opportunity.
"I think we should walk through the forest on the way back. We can pee our panties there as well! This time though, I want you standing up, and I want you to totally fill those little booties with pee Jess!" Soph ordered.
"Yes miss!" Replied Jess jokingly. "I'll definitely need my little feet licked clean now then!"
"You definitely will. Can't have you having pee soaked little toes all evening can we?"
"No Miss. Although I'm sure we can cope with having little pissy pussies all evening, can't we?" Asked Jess.
"Of course Jess. If anything, I insist that we do stay pissy. It's making my clit throb like crazy, and I damn well know you'll taste great this evening if we do!"
Jess tingled inside. Her girlfriend wanted her to keep pissy panties on! This was heaven!
The girls finally reached the forest. Soph pulled her socks down from up over her knees and slid them down inside her boots.
"Don't want people seeing our wet socks do we cutie pie?" Expained Jess.
"No miss, that's a good point!" Jess replied, she too slid her socks lower down into her boots.
They continued walking through the forest. Soph lead the way to one of their previous pee spots. There was no way people could see them in this area, and even if they did there was more than one route out of it so they could make a quick exit if needed.
"Right then Jess. You can go first."
Jess stood, legs firmly together. Soph heard a strong hissing noise as Jess' pussy released the contents of her bladder. Soph watched as the pee trickled down the inside of Jess' legs, glistening in the sun. She peed for around 30 seconds. Almost none of the pee actually reaching the floor.
"My feet, are soaked Sophie!" Jess demonstrated by wiggling her toes in her boots. Soph could hear the pee splashing around her cute little feet and instantly her clit throbbed with excitement.
"How does it feel?"
"Soooo warm and naughty!"
"Perfect, my turn"
Soph stood still, legs clamped together. Again a hissing noise emanated from underneath her leather skirt. Jess watched, clit tingling in her pissy panties as Soph totally soaked her legs and filled her boots with pee.
"You dirty girly!" Jess giggled. "You've ruined those lovely boots! Your poor little feet are all pissy!"
"You love it don't you Jess?"
"Mhmmm" Murmered Jess, unable to string a sentence together as her pussy throbbed and her nipples firmed under her top. "I think I'm gonna cum Soph" She giggled.
"Not yet Jess! Not until I am eating you clean later! Lets get home and get tidied up a bit"
The walk back to their house made both girls very excited. Every step they took they could hear their beautiful little feet splashing around in their pee filled boots. How yummy would those dainty toes be after being soaked? They were both about to find out! |
This came together in a flurry of inspiration. I'm quite proud of it, and hope you like it too. Warning, though: it ends in a cliffhanger. I hope to turn this into a series as well. Bon appetit.
“Beth, look!” her mom said, jarring her with an elbow to wake her abruptly. Her seat still vibrated, and the propeller out on the wing still turned with an ungodly roar. Her dirty-blonde hair was in her face. At least her heavily faded jeans were a good clothing choice. Despite the forgiving stretch of the waistband, a fair weight in pee pressed more strongly between her legs than when she fell asleep.
I bet this damn puddle-jumper could have had space for a bathroom. Bethany Tucker squirmed and growled protests to being woken up, but forgot her bad mood upon seeing what her mom pointed out. The Isle of Cress, with its verdant bluffs emerging from the clouds as the plane descended, was more beautiful than the pictures suggested. As long as her grandparents had lived in the island nation, she had never gotten to visit. But now, that lost time was coming back to her in moving there. Permanently. Her grandfather was retiring and passing ownership of his charter fishing fleet to her father. The money was too good for her parents not to accept.
“I hope wherever we’re living looks as nice,” she said, “But I doubt it.”
Her mother scowled at her. “That sass may have worked for you before, but you’re going to be in a foreign country now. I don’t care if you’re a teenager; it’s time to be a big girl and make good impressions.”
Bethany’s first instinct was to resist further, but her mother was right. The only thing resisting now was her bladder. She sighed. “Sorry,” she said, trailing into a whine, “I’m just ready to be off this plane and I really have to go to the bathroom.” She pushed a palm between her legs and exaggerated her pose. While mostly for emphasis, it did help with the urge too.
A few passengers glanced her way in dilute shock. “Sit up!” her mother said in a hushed voice, “Cress people don’t talk like that. It’s impolite.”
“What’s impolite?” Bethany asked, “Saying you have to go to the bathroom?” “Yes. That’s private business you don’t just blurt out in front of strangers.”
“Ugh, I know,” Bethany moaned, recalling all the Isle of Cress articles and travel guides she had read since the decision was made. She deliberately whispered the rest, “But that doesn’t magically mean I don’t have to go anymore.”
Her mother patted her leg, “Just wait until we get to the airport. It won’t be long.”
As the plane banked into its final approach, Gosnold International Airport and the outskirts of Cape Mackenzie rose to meet them. Aside from its distinct northeastern charm, it looked like any other modest city. Bethany only prayed that the weird Cress aversion to talking about bodily needs would not mean she would have nowhere to go until getting home.
The plane touched down, finally lurching to a halt not a moment too soon. Bethany tried springing out of her seat simply for the chance to move, but regretted it immediately. The pressure between her legs doubled. She sat back down, daring to let a drop of pee escape into her panties like she had done countless times before when having to go. Somehow it helped ease the sharpness and made her feel much better. She sighed again in temporary relief.
Bethany and her mom crossed the tarmac and into the terminal. Restaurants and shops abounded, but there was no restroom sign for miles. Bethany groaned and began to give up hope. She was in the midst of giving up another drop when an airport directory came into view. “There!” she cried, pointing it out and pulling her mom along, “There’s got to be one somewhere.”
Both scoured the backlit map, but came up empty-handed. “Are you kidding me?” Bethany wailed, doing her best to keep her voice down, “There are literally none! How? Why!” A gate attendant approached from behind. “I don’t mean to interrupt,” the petite lady wearing a red blazer and her hair in a bun said, “but can I help you find something?” Before her mother could think of an appropriate way to phrase it, Bethany answered, “The bathroom. Restroom, whatever it’s called here. Sorry if it’s rude, but we’re from America and I really have to go and I don’t know what to do.” The wet spot in her underwear had cooled enough to remind her it was there. In lieu of doing a humiliating dance, she clamped her knees together and sort of rotated her hips to keep the worst of the urge at bay. With any luck, the attendant would take pity on her.
The lady pursed her lips. “It’s alright, it’s common for arrivals. The ‘sanitary accommodation’ is what you’re looking for. There’s one in the main concourse. It will be just that way, and follow the arrows for ‘ACM’ from there.”
“Thank you,” Bethany lavished, sinking into a sort of bow she hoped camouflaged her pee dance. The woman simply smiled, and wished them well.
There was no need to be on time for anything, but Bethany’s walk showed otherwise. Her heels pounded the tile with as much speed as her flip-flops allowed. “ACM, ACM,” she muttered, eyes flitting from one direction arrow to the next. “Aha!” she said, spotting her goal. The sight of it caused a bad pee wave. The thought of shedding another drop was less automatic this time and more of a measured decision. Enough “single drops” had been surrendered to her panties to leave the gusset damp and chilly all the way across. Any more would threaten her jeans, too. The pale denim stood no chance against even a minor wetting. Yet, even that was preferable to a big disaster. With relief so near, she let out a generous, warm dribble, vowing to hold the rest as she abandoned her mom and hurled open the frosted glass door. Rather than a toilet or even a row of stalls, what greeted her was… a reception desk. Goddammit.
“Can I help you?” The receptionist asked. The male receptionist. A cute guy in a tight t-shirt that had to be barely eighteen. A fantastic time for her to be a hot mess.
Bethany drew herself up, doing her best to keep a stoic image. The crotch of her jeans was probably wet. “Uh, yes. Is this the accommodations?” she pleaded. “You found it,” he said, “We have lockers and cots for rent, and showers are in that hall.”
“Thanks,” she said, scurrying toward the showers. She’d find the toilets on her own, or go in a shower-- anything to prevent a cute guy from watching her slowly wet herself.
Discovering the showers made her gasp. There were no curtains! No dividing walls, no male and female separation, no anything! Just a row of showerheads on one side, drains in the floor, and towels in open lockers on the opposite wall. A handful of naked people washed themselves, paying neither her nor one another any mind. Despite it, this would clearly not be a good place to pee. She backtracked past the receptionist with a trembling lip. “Feeling better?” her mom asked outside the door. The woman’s expression fell as quickly when seeing the tears in her daughter’s eyes. “There was no bathroom, mom,” Bethany lamented, “What is wrong with this place?” Her mother pulled her into a hug. “Sorry, baby, but the person at the gate said they were there. They have to be. Let’s look again.” “I don’t want to,” she whined. Perhaps unreasonably, but she would do anything to avoid going past that guy again and embarrassing herself. Even if it meant ducking off to pee somewhere less desirable. This was agony, and she had had enough. “Let’s just get out of here.”
Edited September 28, 2018 by AliasnameTO
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Hello y'all. About a year ago I complained in a diaper thread on /aco/ that there's hardly any diaper or omorashi Monogatari art or anything. Then I had the brilliant idea to sit down and actually write something. This may be the first piece of fiction that I've written/finished, but it's been almost a year in the making. I hope you enjoy!
Suruga Sort
Summary: Koyomi Araragi finds something unexpected when helping clean through Kanbaru Suruga’s endless amounts of books
NB: This was meant to take place when Koyomi goes to Suruga’s house in Nisemonogatari, but I (of course) took some liberties with the scenario
It was a hot day in mid-July. Koyomi Araragi found himself more free than usual; both Tsubasa Hanekawa and Hitagi Senjougahara were unable to contribute towards his summertime studies. Koyomi took the opportunity to do what anyone his age would do during summer vacation: sleep in. And it seemed like he’d spend the better part of the day there until his phone rang.
“Hey, Araragi-Senpai!” Koyomi recognized the voice immediately as Kanbaru Suruga’s, his perverted lesbian of a underclassman
Suruga-chan? What could she want? Koyomi thought. “I’ve been trying to find one of my books, and was wondering-”
“If I could help? What, have you already let your books swamp your room again?”
“Well, can you come over?”
There was a pause as Koyomi contemplated either telling Suruga the truth or lying and making up a prior engagement. In the end, his honesty won out.
“...I’ll be right over”
Once Koyomi arrived at Suruga’s house, she showed him to her room, and the two got to work, sorting through the immense book collection Suruga had in her house.
~~~
By late afternoon, significant progress had been made in the Suruga clean-up. Heck, you could even see the floor in some parts of the room, enough for her to spread out a futon. Koyomi was about to comment on the progress when one particular book caught his attention.
“...hmm? What’s this?”
The book appeared to be yet another of the many doujinshi Suruga had, with the title of Shameful Acts! along the top in bright pastel, bubbled characters. The bright colors were enough to catch anyone’s attention, but what jumped out at Koyomi the most was the character featured on the cover.
The cover depicted a girl, roughly high-school aged, dressed like you would imagine a typical idol would. But as Koyomi scanned the cover from top to bottom, he noticed something strange about, what else, the idol’s choice in underwear, with it being front and center for all who come across the book to see. It puffed out much more than to expected of regular panties, even of bloomers, almost as if-
“AHA! There it is”
Before he could investigate further, Suruga had noticed the doujin from Koyomi’s hands. Before he could think, she was moving through the air at full speed towards him to snatch the book from him.
“Not so fast!” Koyomi stepped back and moved the book out of the way to avoid Suruga, who, upon missing the book, hit the ground in a Charlie Brown fashion, giving him more of a chance to look the cover over.
Upon second glance, the idol wore a bashful expression on her face, complete with a blush and, as Koyomi’s eyes moved further down the cover…
“Suruga? Is this girl wearing a diaper?”
There was a long period of awkward silence before Suruga answered with a rather nonchalant answer
“Probably. I’ve bought so much smut that I probably only read that one once and forgot about it.”
Must have been some read Koyomi thought, opening the book to scan its interior. “This girl IS wearing a diaper! And using it, too!” he exclaimed.
“Oh yeah, I remember this one!” Suruga grabbed the book from him, finally getting up and approaching her senpai from behind while he was distracted by the doujin and its contents. Flipping through the pages herself, Suruga proclaimed “I bought it initially because I wondered how people could be into this, but I ultimately finished it. The plot could use some work, but it ended up being cute”
“Cute? That’s not something you’d expect fetish porn to be called.” Koyomi had brushed off the fact that his kohai not only finished the book but cared enough about its contents to give her thoughts on its plot.
“Oh yeah! The characters are cute, and scenarios too! Not enough smut for my taste, but the material interested me enough for me to look more into it”
“More how?” Koyomi had attempted to return to book-sorting but got an answer to his question after moving a small pile near Suruga’s futon. A pack of adult diapers stared back at him, or at least that what the package’s labeling told him. A tear in the top showed some of its contents, being thicker than an average diaper, or at least what he remembers of them. How long had his youngest sister been out of them?
“I see you found my stash, Araragi-senpai!” Suruga had made her way over to Koyomi and his discovery. “After finishing Shameful Acts!, I decided to look into the kink to see if I was missing anything. Surely you can’t blame me with how those girls act with them.”
“Of course I can! I haven’t read this!”
Suruga ignored Koyomi’s comment and continued: “After going through a couple of forums and whatnot, I decided enough was enough and ordered myself some! And I must say, Araragi-senpai, those girls had the right idea!”
Before Koyomi could notice, the underclassman had undone her jorts and let them slide down her legs and hit the floor. There she stood, wearing her tank-top and…
“How long have you been wearing that diaper?!?” Koyomi exclaimed. It was a reasonable question, given how much time they’ve spent on the task at hand and that fact that the diaper looked somewhat swollen…
“Oh, probably since I woke up this afternoon.”
“This afternoon?!? Surely you weren’t…” Koyomi trailed off, hoping Suruga would answer in the negative.
“Wait, I remember. I put it on after I called you. And of course I’ve used it, that’s what it’s for! I knew that we’d be working on this all afternoon, so I diapered up in the name of efficiency! And I must say, these are working exactly as intended!”
“You’re acting as if this is your first time wearing them!”
“Why not? I wanted to give my senpai a show, so I decided that I’d share my first time with these with you. Aren’t you excited to see you kohai not only wearing but wetting a diaper like a toddler?
~~~
Koyomi left the Kanbaru residence shortly afterword. Suruga wearing a diaper was one thing, but for him? That was too much for one afternoon. As he biked back towards his house, he wondered if this was worth bringing up to his girlfriend. After all, Suruga made it clear during the case with Nadeko that Hitagi was the source of her many perversions.
Maybe I’m better off forgetting this, Koyomi thought to himself, I’ll just hope one of them will bring it up to the other. Wait, maybe I don’t want that…
Suruga, meanwhile, lay down on her futon, using it as a makeshift changing mat. She rolled up the used diaper, powdered up and taped on the new one, and went to throw the used diaper away. She grabbed a plastic bag that she had around from a shopping trip and dropped the used diaper inside, tied the bag up, and started the rest of her usual sleep routine. Diapering up for the night meant less to worry in the morning, given how she recently took to sleeping with her Rainy Devil arm taped to a post in her room. As she drifted off to sleep, she reflected on her afternoon with Koyomi.
This fetish isn’t half-bad! I’ll have to do this more often, she thought. Maybe tell Senjougahara-senpai while I’m at it. |
Had time for a part 2 today, looking like a three-parter. Hope you enjoy.
Katie opened the door to the school and followed her boss in, running right on time. Katie wished they had time to stop in a bathroom - damn these small town diners! - but otherwise couldn't complain. She had gotten into politics because she wanted to see more women and younger people get engaged, so landing a job straight out of college for the only representative in her state in her twenties (in fact, they were the same age!) was a dream. The fact that Ella was passionate and down to earth was an added bonus. Katie wished she could be more outspoken on some issues, but after traveling in her district for months, she knew her boss came from a region that was suspicious of change that came too quickly. She smirked though, knowing that two professional young women, both wearing pants (Katie had a tightly pressed blue buttoned up blouse and tan slacks) would annoy some of the old fashioned locals. Before stepping out to the impromptu stage, Ella turned to Katie. "How do I look?" Ella brushed her straight hair out of her eyes. "You look good. I'll be in the front row of the audience." Katie was grateful she wore her red hair in a professional, tight bun so it wouldn't get in her face, but Ella needed to look relatable - an issue in particular for woman representatives.
Ella stepped into the gymnasium podium and sat behind a lone table with a single glass of water and a single microphone before her. Katie took her seat, the full audience politely clapping their new representative. The people looking to ask questions lined up in behind a microphone. Ella spoke into her microphone. "Thanks so much for being here, I am looking forward to hearing from you as YOUR representative. My staff and I will be taking notes, but we won’t be responding to individual comments. When we are done hearing from everyone who wants to speak, if there’s time, I’ll say a few words about what’s happening back at the capital, but this is your time.”
With that, the first speaker said his piece, an unsurprising but grounded and normal plea for more economic and educational opportunities. The second, third, and fourth speakers spoke to similar issues, including one sob story involving a laid off worker, before an older lady went up to speak about how annoying her next door neighbor was. Audience members grimaced or chuckled, seemingly knowing she would be a goofball, but Ella gave her serious attention, just like the other speakers. Normal business resumed after, with comments about opioids, some railing against a perceived growth of drug dealers and others with sad stories of addiction and death. Another goofy story from a rather paranoid fellow about rising river levels and the whole town being washed away in a biblical flood, but otherwise the first hour went by normally.
As the first hour wrapped up, Katie crossed her legs tightly, subconsciously responding to a fast-growing need to pee. She looked up and saw that, while Ella had a serious and attentive face, her legs, too, were tightly crossed. A light bulb went off as Katie realized why Ella hesitated before leaving the diner. They were in the same position and the crowd wasn’t about to abate any time soon…
Another hour passed uneventfully, aside for some awkward religious comments and a really strange comment about needing to free all the animals from the zoo. Ella sweated slightly, now consciously thinking about holding it. The urge to pee was ever-present and she held back the urge to hold herself in front of a crowd of hundreds. She kept sipping on her water to deal with the sweating and the boredom, despite having to pee. She hoped her face still presented a serious and engaged look, but she was also distracted by a growing weight in her gut. She felt pressure and would feel embarrassed about being a professional young woman needing to poop in front of a crowd, but the seriousness of the situation prevented her from even feeling embarrassed. Her notes got more and more sparse as the third hour dragged on and she hoped her staff were taking good notes.
Katie wasn’t, to be honest, though she did notice a subtle leg bounce on her boss’s part. Katie wasn’t lactose intolerant, per se, but dairy didn’t always sit well with her and the grilled cheese caused her to clench her butt tightly. She felt fortunate to be in the crowd and not on stage… She didn’t dare let out a fart and relieve the pressure, knowing it would smell horrible and that she was surrounded by strangers that controlled her boss’s political future (and therefore her employment status!). She felt a particularly harsh twinge in her bladder, though, and leaned forward a little exactly as she felt a renewed pressure on her behind. A (fortunately) silent fart came out and she put her legal pad over her crotch to hide her right hand, which took the opportunity to give a squeeze. As she smelled her fart (dairy-related ones never didn’t smell), she looked around, but no one looked at her and they all seemed to refuse to dignify the smell with a reaction.
After the third hour wrapped up, Ella saw that only five more people were lined up. Relief was in sight! The speaker, too, was focused on the nearby river, though the story was more sensible than some biblical apocalypse. The wording, however, didn’t help. “The factory upriver pours chemicals into the water, and when it rains, the river’s waters RUSH by our downtown, leaving chemicals all over our waterfront.”
At the word rush, Ella felt an almighty surge of pressure, bending forward a little and squeezing her thighs tighter than ever. Her hands almost instinctively came down to her crotch before she remembered she was in front of a large crowd and had to remain dignified. All of this culminated in a small spurt escaping. Ella felt light-headed at how surreal the moment was and was barely cognizant enough to nod in acknowledgement as the speaker finished and the next one stepped up. She felt grateful for her black slacks, though she was sure the gusset of her full cut pink panties would handle that small spurt. She was a grown adult, though! One who had an elected office, the weight of the state’s budget, the taxpayers’ concerns, and the responsibility of thousands of constituents! How could she be about to piss herself like she was a little girl? In fact, she hadn’t pissed herself (aside from the occasional spurt while drunk and laughing) since she was in third grade, squirming on a church pew.
Katie’s hand was now permanently in her crotch, and she had a much more recent accident in her memory. When she was a freshman, she made the rookie mistake of drinking too much too quickly. Her drunken stupor not only ruined her chances with a cute boy (who, much to her gratefulness in hindsight, DIDN’T take advantage of her drunken state, a story she heard too often as she got older), but as she walked home, she couldn’t hold back spurt after spurt, eventually diving behind an alley and lifting her red dress up to piss straight through her panties, her legs dripping with urine. That occasion had no witnesses, though, and aside from an embarrassing laundry load, there were no ramifications. This is a crowd and her boss of just a few months of her dream job was before her. She saw how tightly Ella’s legs were crossed, though, and hoped her boss was in a better place.
Ella was not in a better place, and as the second to last speaker went on about how he couldn’t trust Ella to not be more of the same as the previous representative (a rather offensive statement, Ella felt, but one she couldn’t take personally and had to empathize with - or rather, she would think if she wasn’t supremely distracted), she felt yet another spurt, this one stronger. Her gusset was likely drenched, and she felt the smallest drop drip down towards her tightly clenched ass. As the last speaker went up to the microphone, she cautiously uncrossed her legs and stole a look downward - no visible wetness, fortunately!
When the final speaker finished, Ella picked up the microphone. Putting on the best approximation she could to a pleasant face, she said, “Thank you all so much for sharing your comments and trusting me to advocate for you and thanks to the later speakers for your patience. Does anyone else want to speak?”
At this point, everyone probably wanted to go home, so no one stepped up, to both Ella and Katie’s relief. Ella internally grimaced before standing up and stepping in front of the table to give some final remarks to the crowd.
Katie had some idea of Ella’s predicament and admired how calm she looked. Katie was internally panicking, letting out a few more farts before grinding her butt into her seat to try to hold back what promised to be a messy load.
Ella tried to project confidence. “Town halls like this are the building blocks to democracy. They let me know what I should work on because that’s my job. That kind of transparency and accountability are why I ran and why I was elected, so I appreciate you taking this seriously. But, as we both know, this is only the first step and the next step is for me to go to the capital and get things done on your behalf.”
Ella paused and held back an urge to cross her legs while standing. Her butt remained tightly clenched as she held back a renewed urge. She went on, “It’s clear that finding the funding to provide education, training, and new career paths are needed. These factories and their CEO owners clearly don’t have our best interests in mind and aren’t coming back, so it’s about putting our creative energies to new solutions. With the right support, I know the hard working people here can get it done. These new opportunities need to have our long term interests in mind, including protecting the natural resources we all appreciate, like your beautiful riverfront.”
At the thought of the river, Ella couldn’t help but let another burst out, her panties definitely wet. She felt a trickle drip down her left leg. She had to go to a bathroom NOW. “My staff and I will take our notes and put our heads together to provide everyone in our district the opportunities of good schools and family supporting wages. Thank you for this opportunity and please keep in contact. Remember, representatives like myself work for YOU.”
Despite yet another spurt, Ella looked confident to the audience, who applauded with some spirit. It seemed the town hall worked to build some relationship with this skeptical town. Ella turned to set the mic back down and looked down, but fortunately saw no trace of wetness on her pants. She saw a small droplet on the ground from rolling down her leg. Ears burning, she set the microphone down and glimpsed the inside of her left thigh. Looking closely, she could notice a darker, slightly shiny patch from her crotch to a couple inches down, but she was confident no one would notice.
She stepped down from the stage but now had to shake people’s hands. She was grateful she was a mere state representative and people would almost certainly not ask for photos (she had been to events with US congresspeople and Senators and they were treated like celebrities).
Katie stepped up to greet her boss, letting out another fart. This one sounded… well… juicy, but the sounds of people getting up, talking, and leaving covered it up. Katie stepped up to her boss. “Great job, I think that went really well. Let’s shake some hands and get outta here.”
Ella nodded. “Real talk… let me know where the bathroom is, we should stop there before heading out.”
Katie nodded and went in search of a bathroom. |
Final part
Ella smiled and shook people’s hands as she walked down the gym towards one of the exits. As she shook, she felt the pressure reach a peak in her bowels and let out a long and low (but fortunately quiet) fart. She quickly moved on to the next person, hoping the crowd wouldn’t pin it on her. Most people were headed out the back, which went straight to the high school parking lot. Ella was hoping to use the nearer side exit that went into the high school.
Katie was thinking the same thing and rushed past the crowd and to the doors, butt clenched as she ignored more and more intense waves. She pushed through and looked around the unfamiliar hallways. To the right was a hallway down to the parking lot where they came in from and where their cars were and she knew they didn’t pass a bathroom. To the left was deeper into the school… She briskly headed in that direction.
Ella had to stop to hear a couple people say a few words. One wanted to follow up on what he had said at the hearing and Ella managed to produce a card and suggest he reach out to staff about setting up a meeting. Another wanted to commend her for her work, to which she smiled weakly. Further down, a local town alder wanted to glad hand, clearly moved from skeptical of her to wanting to get on her good side over the course of the evening. He shook her hand very vigorously and Ella felt another spurt and fart at the same time. The spurt went on for a couple of seconds and she could feel it rolling down both legs. She was almost at the door!
Katie had found a bathroom door and pulled… but the door wouldn’t budge. It was locked. The force of pulling caused a loud fart to echo in the empty hallway. Katie swore out loud as she literally held her butt closed with her hands, holding back the heaviest push yet. She had to get back to Ella and let her know, and she shuffled in the most absurd position, hunched over with both hands on her rear. She prayed she could get it together before she got back in the gymnasium.
Ella finally extricated herself from the glad-handing alder and was almost at the door. She waved the departing crowd goodbye and went to open the door before someone tapped her on the shoulder. The surprise caused yet another spurt and she could feel how wet her thighs were. She turned around and saw her intern.
The intern stammered, “Hey, sorry, but never gave you the card from dinner.”
Ella forced a smile, but she was on her last legs. A small trickle started and didn’t stop. “Oh, thanks for following up.” Ella took the card. “Katie and I will be headed to my house tonight, so you can head home now. Thanks for everything.”
Ella was overcome again with the surrealness of pissing herself in public. She could feel the trickle sliding down her legs as she spoke, pretending nothing was amiss.
The intern walked through the doors behind Ella, noticing nothing awry, and came face to face with Katie, who immediately took her hands off her butt and straightened up. The intern was still oblivious and said quickly, “Just gave Ella her card and headed home now. Have a good night!”
Katie managed, “Good night” as the intern walked away, but it was too late. The surprise and a particularly vicious surge in her bowels meant she finally lost control as a wet and loud mess simply wooshed out of her, accompanied by rude noses and barely held in place by her formerly blue boyshort panties. A rather long spurt accompanied the mess, causing a wet spot that could just be spotted if looking from the front. She knew there would be a bulge in her tight khakis and that it would quickly stain through, but she had to support her boss!
As she contemplated what to do in front of the door, though, Ella burst through and immediately put her hand on her crotch when she was out of the crowd’s sight. Ella saw Katie and whispered hurriedly, “Did you find a bathroom?”
Katie saw a shiny wetness on Ella’s crotch and along her thighs. She stammered, “No… they were locked.”
That’s when Ella smelled the mess and put things together. In that moment, though, the door opened again and the mayor stepped in. Ella instinctively took her hand out of her crotch, realized it was wet, and turned around to offer the other hand to shake. The mayor noticed nothing, fortunately, and was too busy congratulating Ella on a successful town hall.
Katie saw, now, from the back, a glistening wetness descend along the back of Ella’s legs as Ella began to pee in earnest. Her boss was peeing in front of the mayor! The black slacks would give Ella some cover, but the eventual puddle would certainly be seen by the mayor. Katie had to protect her!
Ella’s mind was blank as she realized she was pissing full force in front of the mayor of the town. Her political career could be in shambles the moment he noticed. She couldn’t believe it would end like this. In her despair, her tired anus opened up and the first turd began to descend, held in place momentarily as it touched cotton.
However, the mayor stopped mid-sentence and didn’t look at her, but right behind her. He made a surprised face and Ella turned to look.
Katie was peeing full force, wetness cascading down her pants, creating a puddle that joined with Ella’s growing puddle. It would seem, to the mayor, that the wetness was all from her, as her tan khakis hid nothing. The mayor was flustered at the sight. “Uhh… I’ll let you two go, you might want to find her a bathroom. Again, great job, looking forward to working with you.”
The mayor backed out the doors and Katie and Ella were left looking at each other as they finished peeing. In the silence, they could hear both of their hisses slow and come to a stop. The puddle was… enormous.
After a moment of shocked silence, Ella hugged Katie. Katie was empty now, but the sudden movement caused the first turd to continue exiting, curling up in her pink panties and causing a bulge visible through the black slacks the size of a clementine. Ella didn’t care at this point, though. “Thank you so much, Katie. You literally saved me. I owe you.”
Katie didn’t regret doing it, but she was deeply uncomfortable in her wet pants and with her sticky mess. She didn’t notice the audible crackling, being so caught up in her own position. “Don’t mention it, let’s just get home to clean up…”
Ella nodded. “Yeah, I need it too.”
They walked silently to the car, both somewhat bow-legged. Fortunately, they didn’t get close to anyone in the parking lot, having parked away from the main entrance of the gymnasium. Katie asked, “How bad does it look from behind?”
Ella saw a bulge drooping down to the left and her butt stained brown from her thigh to halfway up her butt. “It’s… definitely visible, but we’re almost out of here. Let me grab a plastic bag from the trunk for you to sit on.”
Ella felt her own mess and knew she might need one as well. Besides, she hadn’t even finished pooping. As she walked back, she felt a second turd descend and didn’t have the strength to hold it back. Katie, however, could now notice the bulge grow to the size of an orange, accompanied by crackling and quiet farts. She kept her mouth shut, knowing she was in the same boat.
Ella grabbed the bags, gave one to Katie, and silently walked to the driver’s seat. As she opened her door she made one final push with a grunt. Following a clear fart, a final and smaller third turd settled in what was an enormous load. Her ears burned red, but the only witness was Katie. They both set their bags down and gingerly sat, grimacing at the mess being squished. Ella turned to Katie. “Let’s drive with the windows down…”
Katie mustered a laugh. “Good call.”
Ella started the car and they drove off, finally empty and Ella pondering how she would make this up to Katie. |
This is my first story I've ever written for really anything. Feedback would be appreciated.
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“You ready?” Karen looked down to me with a smile, “last chance to chicken out…”
I was laying on the sofa in her living room, staring at the white, popcorn ceiling of the apartment. Her loveseat sagged underneath me, ancient and creaking under my weight, causing the cushions to wrap around my body and hold it in place. I could almost make out the coffee stain on the edge of the cushion from last week’s football game; I got too excited and knocked over the mug.
/How did I let myself get wrapped up into this?/ I thought to myself, /I mean, yeah hypnotism is stupid but… whatever, this bet is gonna be easy./
Karen and I had known each other for years, ever since elementary school. We even went to the same college, which admittedly did help with the transition: it was hard to feel lonely when you had a little bit of home right down the hall from you. Even after college, we were inseparable, finding ourselves rooming with each other in Seattle while we looked for jobs to start our adult lives. And the entire time we’ve known each other, we’ve always competed. Usually small bets about tests in school, or which one of us was faster, or more acrobatic, or whatever. She usually won. Although, it wasn’t hard to see why: she had never really struggled in school, her lithe body let her bend and stretch in the worst way, and she was deceptively strong. This bet, however, was going to be mine.
A few days ago, she had been reading some book on hypnotism when I got home from my temp job at ACME Accounting. Knowing that it wasn’t real, I started to make fun of her for being so gullible and she reacted exactly as I thought she would; she asked if I wanted to bet on it. If she could hypnotize me, she would get $50, but if it didn’t work, she paid me.
“Easiest $50 I ever made…” I smiled, closing my eyes.
“Alright… let’s get started!”
I didn’t really pay attention as she started, although I did breathe as she ordered. It was relaxing, and even temp jobs are stressful. Instead, I thought of which video game I was going to buy with my new cash.
“...and awake.” Karen giggled as she ended her attempt, prompting me to open my eyes, “did it work?”
“...no,” I blinked my eyes, adjusting to the light after having them closed for so long. I sat up carefully, the cushions rustling underneath me as I pushed myself up and rolled my neck, “Did you even try anything?”
“Of course I did! And I think it worked just fine.”
The smirk on her face unnerved me; what did she try to do? And why was she so happy about failing?
“Just give me my money,” I held my hand out to her, “you lost this one… finally.”
“But I didn’t… did I?” she raised her eyebrow, glancing down to my crotch.
Following her gaze, my face blanched. Somehow, while I was daydreaming, she had managed to both take off my jeans and get me into a diaper; and not just any diaper, this one was huge and covered in little pink hearts.
“...no way… I was just daydreaming! That wasn’t-” I started, reaching down to take the infantile thing off. Only, once my fingers touched the edge of the diaper, I felt a sudden pressure and release, followed by warmth spreading across my crotch. Despite myself, I moaned a little bit and sagged against the back of the sofa.
“So it did take! I was hoping it would! You owe me $50… baby,” Karen giggled again, knowing exactly what I had just done, “and I wouldn’t try that again, if you’re bladder is empty well… there’s only one other thing to go…”
I glared up to her from the couch, “really? You made me wear a diapey, and then go pee-pee?”
My hands went straight up to my mouth, trying to hide the words I had just said, only for Karen to burst into full on laughter.
“Oh yeah, and I made it so you can’t say anything a kid wouldn’t about their… incontinence,” she sniggered, “by the way, /that/ was the easiest $50 I ever made. Now, do you need a change, baby boy?”
“Stop calling me that!” I growled, pushing myself off the couch to stand uneasily. The diaper pushed a little at my legs, throwing off my balance just enough to make me waver, “I’m not a baby… you just messed with my head!”
“Oh, is that a tantrum? Maybe I should leave you in the diaper for a bit and see if that fixes your mood.”
That quieted me quick, the warmth was already giving way to a wet, cold feeling and I did not like it. Refusing to give her the satisfaction of speech, I simply shook my head, looking away from her as I did so. Seemingly satisfied with my reaction, she chuckled and sat on the ground, patting the floor in front of her, “lay down then…”
Doing as she said, I found myself daydreaming again. This time I was hoping that Mom- I mean, Karen would spend the money she won on more diapers. I hoped this was only temporary but, just in case it wasn’t, I was going to need them.
“And… awake!” Mom-Karen smiled down to my from between my legs, she hypnotized me again? How? I didn’t even hear her start to count down, what did she do this time? I rolled onto my belly and pushed myself onto my knees, starting to stand up. I managed to get both hands off the ground before falling forward again. I glared at my legs, knowing that I was supposed to use them to walk around, but not quite sure how to balance myself…
“That’s what you did?!” I looked back to her, “you’re turning me into a baby!”
“What did I do, baby? You said you can’t be hypnotized… didn’t you?” she smirked, standing on her own as if to show off, “well… I already took the $50 from your wallet, so we’re even. I might turn you back later… maybe not, who knows?”
She shook her head, “but that talk is for later, now it’s dinner time!”
My stomach growled in agreement while I simply growled. I didn’t like this, I was thinking of… Karen more and more as my mommy and less as my childhood friend, and she was saying she might not even change me back? I crawled into the kitchen, hoping beyond hope the hypnotism would eventually wear off.
Dinner was rather uneventful, as was the rest of the night; Mommy-Karen had made spaghetti and, while it took some time to crawl into the chair, I was still able to feed myself. However, I didn’t enjoy trying to get out of the chair either; the only way I could think of was sliding off the side and I fell right on my diaper, much to the entertainment of my… roommate. After dinner, we watched TV for a bit and then I wandered to bed.
Almost as soon as I fell onto the pillow, I drifted off to dreamland. In them, I found myself wearing pretty bows and frilly dresses that showed off my diaper. Mommy was taking me shopping and pushed me around the store in a stroller while I sucked on my paci, completely content with my new life. The dream ended when we reached the checkout counter, and I awoke knowing that my mommy loved me and I was the luckiest baby girl in the world. |
We had all made an effort to look smart, the boys in dinner jackets and the girls in beautiful party dresses and high heeled shoes. Valerie wore a cocktail dress that perfectly matched her captivating blue-grey eyes, Emily's black chiffon party dress emphasised the dark, wavy hair she had inherited from her father and Amanda had a short, flouncy cerise skirt paired with a pink and lilac top, her honey-blonde hair swept up in artful confusion.
Earlier, whilst we were getting ready to receive our guests, Valerie had teased me by sitting on my lap in a light blue bra and panty set, paired with sexy-looking garter stockings. Dodging my wandering hands, she had whispered that she and her sisters had all agreed they would all wear seductive lingerie to the party "for afterwards".
Valerie's cooking had been a great success and at the end of the meal Emily had made a pretty speech to thank Peter and Angela, the girls' parents, for the keys to her new flat. Peter and Angela then left the party to return to their London townhouse but nobody else had to travel anywhere as Amanda and Callum were staying overnight with us and Emily and Jack's new flat was in the same block as ours. A third flat would be Amanda's after her 21st birthday.
We lingered at the dining table to finish the wine - a process that involved opening fresh bottles from time to time - and to drink coffee and brandy. We were all pleasantly relaxed and the conversation was becoming increasingly uninhibited.
Emily had been enthusiastically describing the work she and Jack were doing to furnish and decorate her new flat when Valerie asked, with deceptive innocence, whether she was at all worried about leaks and spillages on carpets.
"I'm going to keep the marble flooring with just a few rugs" Emily replied, before seeing the mischievous twinkle in Valerie's eyes and realising that she was referring to the uninhibited pee play that we all knew Emily indulged in with Jack in his old Limehouse flat and in the privacy of their room at the villa in Tuscany. She blushed bright red but joined in the laughter around the table. "I - I mean, its such nice flooring it seems a shame to cover it up...." she stammered.
"I'd stop digging if I were you" Amanda advised, to more laughter.
"Don't let Valerie embarrass you" I said. "You know perfectly well that all three of us boys are wired up the same way. We're putty in your hands when you girls wet yourselves for us!"
"Hard putty in your case" Valerie retorted. "Positively stiff."
Callum said thoughtfully "You know, you three girls are - rather unusual in that respect - not that I am complaining for one moment! When I first met Amanda she was wetting her knickers."
"Why am I not surprised?" Emily murmured.
"I needed a wee!" Amanda protested, giggling. "We were on our way back to the student flats after going out clubbing and it was a long walk and it was cold! What's a girl supposed to do? And anyway, remind me, what were you doing at the time?"
"Having a pee" Callum conceded. "I just wasn't doing it in my pants."
"Well, its easier for boys!" Amanda declared with a pout. "In any case, as I recall the way that night developed, you didn't seem to be in the least put off by my wet knickers."
"Far from it!" Callum acknowledged. "I'm just curious to know how how it all started."
"It actually goes back quite a long way" said Valerie thoughtfully. We never met our grandmother because she died shortly after I was born but I gather she was very much into the hippie scene of the 1960s and 1970s, living in some sort of commune and travelling from one music festival to another. Certainly my mother and her brothers all had different fathers, none of whom stayed around. The commune didn't last long and my mother and her step-brothers were raised in a tiny cottage deep in the countryside with no proper plumbing - water from a pump and a ghastly chemical toilet in an outhouse.
"They were free to roam wild whenever they were not at school and they would often stay out all day. Her brothers would simply pee into a bush whenever they needed to but they teased her unmercifully if she squatted down with her knickers round her ankles. However she soon found that she could wet herself under her dress without her brothers noticing anything. Her mother didn't mind at all and said that she used to do the same thing at music festivals because the loos were always indescribably awful."
"Us three girls were brought up the same way" Valerie continued. "When we were old enough to understand, she confided in us that sometimes the easiest thing for a girl to do is to wet herself and that we were allowed to do so provided we didn't cause damage, offend anybody or embarrass ourselves. It was something to be kept strictly within the family.
"It was to prove very useful on long car trips to Italy, though. When the building work on the Tuscan villa was eventually finished, Mummy went round furniture auctions and architectural salvage sites finding things to furnish it. Daddy bought a Range Rover and a trailer so that we could drive all this stuff down to Italy ourselves - on one occasion we had a life-size statue strapped to the roof rack."
Amanda, who was sitting beside me, had become uncharacteristically quiet. She was listening attentively to Valerie's story, one hand cupped under her pretty little chin. Beneath the table the napkin that had been covering her lap had slipped to the floor and I could now see that she had pushed up her cerise skirt, revealing the tops of stockings, bare thighs and a glimpse of lacy panties, and was holding herself with her other hand, which was clamped between her tightly crossed legs. Clearly she was in desperate need of a pee but was determined to ignore it so as not to miss the conversation.
I knew from experience that Amanda's habit of putting off a visit to the loo did not always end well - or, more exactly from my point of view, did not always end dry. Like a good host, I topped up everybody's wine and water glasses and awaited developments.
"Our first car trip to Italy trip was a bit of a disaster" said Emily. "London to the villa is over a thousand miles and we were constantly having to stop because one or other of us needed the loo and that seemed to make the journey last for ever.
"In those days a lot of the French motorway rest areas only had a concrete hut with a hole-in-the-floor loo that you had to squat over. What was worse, nobody ever seemed to clean them. We all hated them. So much so that at one stop I pretended that I didn't need the loo. Shortly afterwards I ended up in tears, sitting in the puddle that I had made on the expensive leather seat. Although Daddy was sweet about it I was still very upset."
Valerie took up the narrative again. "When we were planning the next trip, Daddy came up with a brilliant idea. He worked out that if he and Mummy shared the driving and we only stopped for lunch and overnight we could easily do the whole trip in two days, saving a second overnight stop and a further half day on the road.
"He explained that Range Rovers are used a lot for country sports like grouse shooting and owners often fit tailored waterproof seat covers to protect against rain and mud. He suggested buying a set of these and agreeing that on the next trip we didn't have to stop just for a wee. He promised that he would always stop if we really wanted to but if not we could just wee in our knickers.
"We were all in favour of this as it meant a quicker journey and, best of all, we wouldn't have to use those horrible roadside loos. So we agreed to give it a try next trip.
Valerie paused for a sip of wine. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs. I noticed that Emily also seemed fidgety and had her legs tightly crossed.
So, dear reader, picture the scene. There I am, sitting at a dinner table with three beautiful and elegantly dressed young women, knowing that they were all wearing exciting lingerie beneath their expensive-looking dresses and that all of them showing signs of needing to pee - at least one apparently close to wetting herself. Are you surprised that some interesting fantasies were floating into my mind?
I filled up everybody's glass again.
Valerie continued her story. "Mummy put folded towels on our seats and told us to make sure that our dresses were out of the way if we were going to wet our knickers. We set off off very early in the morning with Mummy driving and in less than two hours we were at the Eurotunnel terminal at Folkestone where we drove straight on to the next shuttle train, skipping the terminal building. We had a picnic breakfast in the car during the journey through the Channel Tunnel, then straight off at the other end and on to the autoroute southwards.
"The fizzy pop I had drunk with my picnic soon worked its way through so I just let go and wet myself where I was sitting. It was so easy that from then onward I didn't bother to hold it at all, I just released trickles and spurts into my knickers, which were already soaked anyway. I loved the feeling of cruising down the autoroute playing on my Game Boy whilst letting out yet another warm flood. In fact I still have to remind myself not to automatically wet the seat when I am being driven on a long journey!
"By the time we stopped for lunch all three of us had all done a wee in our seats so Mummy handed out fresh knickers for us to change into in the car before we went into the restaurant. All the wet things just went into a plastic container in the boot.
"When we came out she put fresh towels on our seats and Daddy took over the driving. We'd all used the loo in the restaurant so we stayed dry for some time but it was a long afternoon and one by one each of us wet ourselves, including Mummy. She said she did it to save time but I think she just wanted to give it a try herself.
We had been careful to keep our dresses clear and when we walked in to our night-stop hotel near Dijon there was nothing to see. Then showers, a nice meal and a good night's sleep.
"The second day followed the same pattern and with an early start from Dijon we were at the villa by five o'clock in the afternoon.
"Nowadays we usually fly down to Italy so the long car trips have ended but, as you know, we do have towels in the Fiat runabout because its not always easy to find a nice loo when we are out so we often wet our knickers instead. Also the villa's grounds are extensive and surrounded by farmland so we are completely private. We spend most of our time outside and never really bother to go indoors for a wee...."
Amanda stood up suddenly. "Sorry to interrupt the story but I can't wait!" Her legs were pressed together. She paused and tensed for a moment before taking a couple of steps towards the bathroom.
Then she peed on the floor.
"Oh Val, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" she gasped, standing immobile whilst the uncontrolled cascade between her legs splashed on to the marble between her shiny high heeled shoes. Once she had regained control she ran to the bathroom, leaving a trail of droplets as she went. I fetched a towel and dropped it over the flood.
"Amanda's not the only one who's left it rather late" said Valerie. She hurried over to the French windows, stepped on to the balcony, gathered up her dress and squatted down. There was a hissing sound as a patch of wetness spread across her blue panties and a puddle formed and expanded across the balcony floor a few inches beneath her.
She stayed on her haunches holding her dress clear until the flow finally ended. Then she stood up and walked back inside to make sure that Amanda was OK, a second trail of droplets marking her passage.
With the bathroom occupied, I walked out on to the balcony, unzipped and pissed into the corner. Jack and Callum followed suit.
At the other end of the balcony, away from the light that spilled out from the interior of the flat, Emily was standing quietly looking out across the grey moonlit Thames towards the lights twinkling on the south bank. A splashing sound in the darkness suggested that admiring the view was not the only thing she was doing and that beneath the black chiffon a third pair of panties were getting a thorough soaking.
With thanks to Mikey Mike for suggesting this story
Edited October 2, 2018 by Ondinist
Minor correction
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Many thinks to all who have commented on the story so far, either in the thread itself, or in a PM.
If you are coming to this without having read the earlier parts, here are links to:
The introduction (which sets the scene) - part 1
Part 2 (which describes the events at the viewing day before the auction)
Part 3 (which is first thing in the morning before this part starts)
Links from them will take you back to here.
Despite Leena’s delightful enthusiasm for carnal pleasure, Luke and I met again as planned and arrived at the market on auction day in good time. Today Simon let us into the hall even before any of the nubiles were on display. They were still being readied for the viewing. If it was the same as when Leena was sold, the girls wouldn’t know they were being auctioned. They would think today would be no different from yesterday.
The first six girls were pushed out into the hall, all completely naked. They saw the cages again and guessed that they would be in one of them all day again. The eunuchs who were there to lead them to the cages were in no hurry. They were checking that the right girls were in the group, and that they knew which cage to take them too. They checked each girl’s brand tattoo carefully.
One of the girls made a quick decision to wee now, while the room was still empty. She squatted where she was and began to urinate. A dark puddle ran across the flagstones. Another copied her, and then two more so now there were four girls squatting to wee. The last two were too modest to do so although they must have realised that, as yesterday, they would end up having to pee in public before very long.
Over the next hour or so, that episode repeated itself as each group of six girls came out, unclothed. Some of them would quickly take the last opportunity for a piss with few watching, before entering their cages. Most squatted, but a few were in that half-standing position I call the hover. Those gave a better view of their bums, their cracks, and their pee squirting from them on to the ground. A few others sat on the ground to pee; some with their feet out in front of them, some with their knees pulled in to their breasts and feet flat on the ground. Two knelt on the ground, with their bums as low as possible and peed in that position, kneeling in their own puddles as they made them. Some went as soon as they got into the hall, near the entrance. Most pissed on the ground near their cage, before going in. Probably more than half of them peed in front of us. In that hour we must have seen about forty or fifty slave girls urinate on the ground.
As yesterday, throughout the day they were given plenty to drink, and they had to take it. Merchants’ slaves brought out trays with six beakers. Each girl was handed one and the waiting slave would watch them drink the contents. The eunuchs watched too, so it was clear that there would be consequences if a girl refused to drink, so none did. It was quite fun watching a pretty girl, stark naked and bursting for a wee, having to drink, jiggling uncomfortably with one hand stuffed in her groin. It made sense for the drinks to be, as Leena had said, cold honey-sweetened coffee. It would be a treat for them, and keep their energy up over a couple of busy days for them, as well as protecting them from the heat. It would also go straight through them and keep them peeing frequently.
Now the girls were back in their cages, their need for pee quickly increased and again they were locked in and not allowed out. By the time the last cage was filled, two of the girls in the first one were beginning to show their desperation. Looking around, it seemed that many of the girls – probably all who had not taken the opportunity to pee on the ground before entering their cages – were already fidgeting and uncomfortable. With all the girls ready for display, the doormen stepped aside and allowed the impatient viewers outside to enter. In the main hall, we heard the noise of their approach. So too did the girls.
The two wriggling in the first cage exchanged a glance and then squatted low in opposite corners, facing each other. They both looked across the hall at the main entrance as they piddled on the floor, hoping they would have finished emptying their bladders before many would have the chance to watch them. Other women had much the same idea. I don’t know whether they had planned this as the nearest thing that they would have to a private moment when peeing. I suspect that most of them had already ignored their growing need to urinate because of the lack of privacy, and suddenly realised that the situation was about to get a whole lot worse very quickly.
In any case, suddenly there were pretty heads bobbing down in all the cages and girls sticking out their bums as they squatted down to piss. It was almost as if someone had given them an order and they were all going at once. I say ‘all’, but I guess it was at least half of them. Everywhere I looked I could watch a urinating nubile. There were a couple in most cages, three or four in some. It was like the end of the day before when you could hear the hissing sound of dozens of girls’ urethras open to expel their urine and pee streams splattering on wood all across the room. Most who squatted tried to get low, to release their pee close to the floor. They usually leaned forward. This was the best concealment they could get when they had nowhere to hide when they went to the toilet. Some didn’t squat. A few perched on a bench and pissed in a sitting position. A small number tried even harder than the squatters to show as little as possible. They just pissed where they sat, on the floor, in their own puddle. A few just bent over and pissed straight down, in a hovering position.
Sadly, it didn’t last long, and I didn’t have time to glance at more than a few of them. And then the viewers were among them, wondering why the cage floors were glistening wet. |
Today’s viewers were more serious than were yesterday’s. The auction would start this afternoon. The viewers were men (and a few women) with money who were thinking about how they might bid. They were looking closely at the girls they might bid for, asking them to turn, pose and stretch so they could appraise their bodies. Luke and I thought there might be fewer girls peeing, at least over the next couple of hours, when so many had just emptied themselves. We thought we’d just look around for a bit.
We wandered around the cages. As we thought, there were a few girls starting to become uncomfortable. Very occasionally one would pee, but we never quite seemed to be in the right place at the right time and didn’t get a good view of the performance. We weren’t going to get bored however. There were six dozen naked young women on public display, each one lovely, and each one different.
When we bumped into Simon I mentioned that I was thinking of giving his scribe my sealed bids for Lily and Holly. I had worked out how much of my allowance I thought I might be able to fritter away on them without incurring my father’s wrath. I’d prefer to put in a sealed bid otherwise, win or lose, the city would be gossiping about what it meant for my family’s fortunes. He asked what I might bid. When I told him, he frowned and said that he thought he probably already had a sealed bid above that figure, but went away to check with his scribe.
There was a bit of liveliness in the crowd across the hall. We went to see. It turned out that a couple of warriors were at the centre of it. None of the cages held more than a single warrior. It would be asking for trouble to keep them together. These two were in opposite cages. Both looked like warriors should, tall and muscular with short hair. Both were standing facing each other, fists on hips, legs astride, so it was easy to admire the tone of their abdominal and back muscles. The blonde was named Runa and the brunette was Chiara.
It turned out that there had been a bit of banter between them. Runa had just had her first piss of the day – there was a large dark puddle on the wood behind her, glistening as it soaked in – and Chiara had mocked her week bladder. This had now turned into a challenge between them. They had demanded extra drinks which had, of course been refused. However, a eunuch had reported the developing situation to the owning merchants, rather than simply wading in and putting a stop to it. The owners had conferred briefly and seen the value in allowing the entertainment to continue.
Waiters were summoned and given instructions on how to help the challenge. Two now appeared, bearing trays of drinks. Runa nodded to Chiara. The contest was on. But first, Chiara would empty herself. Standing motionless, she opened the tap and pissed. She hosed the floor in front of her with a strong stream. Runa just watched, then decided she would also make sure she was fully empty and forced a spurt from her own lips. Runa didn’t pee for long, but Chiara kept going. Eventually her flow faded, but she kept forcing it out, so a steady dribble kept draining to splash between her feet.
Runa and Chiara each grabbed a beaker, raised it to their lips and drained it in one. The waiter started to hand out the rest of the drinks to the others in both cages. Runa objected, saying that the contest was between only her and Chiara. A eunuch stepped forward. He explained that the orders were that all girls in the cage had to drink the same. The other ten girls suddenly realised that they were going to be active participants in the hold-it challenge too.
In Chiara’s cage, Kaira, a striking, freckled blonde started to argue with Chiara. Chiara apologised but said she had offered the challenge, and Runa had accepted. Chiara was not going to lose it by backing down now. She asked Runa if she was going to concede. Runa would not. Chiara and Runa both went into a bit of a huddle with the girls in their cage. The result seemed to be that they all accepted they would have to match the warriors’ drinks although only Chiara and Runa were in the challenge. The other girls could pee whenever and as often as they needed. Some of the others seemed unhappy with that. Two or three in each cage were already crossing their legs and wriggling. But, in the end, they all agreed. Kaira took the beaker and started to drink.
As soon as all the girls had drained their drinks more waiters arrived bearing trays and handed out fresh drinks. Chiara and Runa took theirs first, and gulped down the contents while the others were taking theirs. A third batch of drinks arrived, and the scene repeated itself.
A petite auburn-haired girl called Carla, in Runa’s cage had reached her limit. She had grabbed her crotch tight and was squeezing it with one hand while using the other to drink. She drained her beaker, handed it back, and then apologised to those standing nearest to her, saying that she was really sorry, but she was going to have to take a piss right now. She went on to say that of course if anyone wanted to watch, they could, but she would like it if people chose to look away.
With that, she dropped down on all fours, squatting on her toes, with her fingertips helping her balance. A dark, frothy puddle formed under her and quickly grew in all directions as she released a vigorous spray of pee. |
I had just watched eight of the twelve girls in those two cages as they peed. I tried to guess which of the others might be the next to piddle. Probably not Valerie, or Caroline, I thought. Ellie and Mira both looked as if they were beginning to wonder if it was time to give in to the inevitable.
Mira went to the edge of the cage and beckoned to the closest guard. He stepped towards her. She said something. He nodded, walked to the bag of sawdust, scooped a quantity into his hands and took it over to her. Head down – she did not want to make eye contact with anyone – she put it down in the far corner of her enclosure. She made a small bowl in the middle of it.
Then she squatted low over it and began to piss a fierce stream into it. Her wee pooled in it and the foamy liquid swirled round, mixed with the sawdust. A little stream escaped from the pile of sawdust and she had to move her foot out of the wetness. She kept peeing, knees apart so she could watch that she remained on target. When she finished she just stood up and walked back to her previous place, without looking back.
Ella was still sitting on the bench, looking up at the roof and jiggling her knees. She seemed determined to hold on a while longer.
I was then distracted by a loud splashing noise behind. I turned to see, in another cage, that a tall, thin, blonde was casually peeing, hands on knees, hosing the floor behind her heels. She was one of the girls who seemed to have got used to the idea of pissing like a farmyard animal, just unselfconsciously releasing the contents of her bladder when she needed to, without taking any notice of where she was or who was watching her.
A couple of the others in her cage had expressions of disapproval. It seemed that they thought she had let standards slip too far. I did wonder just what they imagined they might do when they next had to pee. Perhaps call for a maid to bring a screen and chamber pot? Or receive indulgence to take themselves away to a private place? No, they would find themselves publicly using the wooden floor as their toilet yet again.
Something had amused the urinating blonde. She had a lovely smile. I asked her name; Talia. She apologised that she had just started peeing and was unable to stop. If I didn’t mind waiting for her to finish she would come over and chat in a moment. I told her I was happy to wait and asked her if she minded me watching while she pissed.
She didn’t mind. She was proud of her figure – rightly so – and offered to show me her cunt. I didn’t get a chance to argue, she turned her bum so I could see from behind the lips of her pussy and her pee pouring out of them. Her pee died away and stopped. She remained in position, and announced there was a bit more. Indeed there was. Another gush poured out and splashed loudly on the floor behind her and then she was finished.
Talia did a little curtsey to me and came over to talk. She had been born a slave in a large house – I was able to have a good guess at whose – and expected to be a household slave in a similar house once she was sold. She had a good idea what the future contained for her. She wanted to be bought by a kind family. She knew how to serve food and drink. I asked for and she gave me a demonstration with imaginary servings. This involved a lot of bending over and swaying her hips as she walked. She was of course showing off her slim waist, long legs and fine figure. I wondered if she was hoping to influence who her new master might be.
I bade her farewell, and visited another cage where a slave had just caught my eye. Sophia was her name; she had wavy brown hair that flowed half way down her back and hazel eyes. She was edging sideways towards the edge of the bench on which she was sitting when I first spotted her. By the time I arrived, she was sitting on the left edge, leaning in and supporting her weight on her right arm.
She raised her left leg slightly and began peeing on the floor, squirting her stream sideways and down over the top of the back of her inner thigh. Her pee gushed and sprayed messily, with several little rivers running from her lips over her skin in the curve between buttock and thigh. With her left hand she reached behind and pulled open the lips of her pussy to release a free flow. The pressure quickly fell away and her full stream then ran over her skin to the top of the waterfall.
Sophia kept facing the other direction whole time she was pissing, chatting casually to the naked girl sitting beside her. Soon the flow died away to nothing and she sat up straight as if nothing had happened.
I wandered on from there. I noticed Chloe, a dark haired girl in anther enclosure who seemed to be standing strangely still in a slightly stiff pose. Then I spotted the puddle that had just started to appear around her foot. Looking slightly higher I could she that she was urinating on the inside of her thigh, and the pee was streaming down her leg.
Chloe remained entirely still, apart from the liquid flickering in the gap between her thighs for the whole time it took her to empty her bladder, pee streaming down her leg. When at last she had finished she visibly relaxed and stepped out of her puddle and away from it as if it were nothing to do with her. |
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I found my way back to Holly and Lily. I’d been thinking about my conversation this morning, in bed with Leena and how little she had been told about what was going on when she was merchandise on display in a cage. They recognised me, and greeted me almost as a friend. I asked them if they had been told what was going on. They knew that all the slaves were for sale, and the viewers were potential buyers. They knew that they were likely to end up as maids in a wealthy household, perhaps living in a harem. They accepted that almost as if it were their natural position in life. They were not worried about it – although they hoped for a kind owner – and thought they would have a more pleasant life in that situation than many free women could hope for. That might be true.
I questioned them about the auction. They had only a hazy idea of what to expect for the afternoon. I thought it better to say no more about it. They were not concerned, and I thought it might be unkind to tell them information that might worry them.
Holly told me she hoped I would bid for Lily, who said she thought I should bid for Holly. I laughed and said perhaps I might bid for both, to start my own harem. They seemed surprised I did not have one, so I explained that I had only recently reached my majority. I was still living under my father’s roof. Lily asked if I had lain with a woman. It was an impertinent question, particularly from a slave, but her manner was so charming and flirtatious that I could not object.
I told them that my father had sent a girl he owned into my chamber on the eve of my sixteenth birthday. She was called Crystal, and he had noticed how she had caught my eye around the house. She was about the same age as me. Telling the story reminded me how I had woken up, in the small hours, my cock hard as a rock in her warm hands. I had felt her in the darkness, explored her soft naked body, feeling for the first time a girl’s breasts and cunt. In my excitement, I think I came three times before I finally managed to slide into her.
I asked if they knew what would be expected of them if they became harem girls. It turned out they knew exactly what they should do, and how to do it. And they had some experience too. They had hopes for the physical attributes for their new owner, as well as his kindness. Or her attributes. Both of them enjoyed physical intimacy with other women as well as men. I could see that they might be very valuable additions to a harem. I mentioned that was information absent from the board outside their cage and asked if they had any other skills that a buyer might want to know about. They did. Both were dancers. They saw the surprise on my face and offered to dance for me immediately.
I agreed without hesitation, of course. These two girls had a way of springing surprises. Not for the first time, I wondered how much of my allowance I might be able to use to buy either or both of them. Holly surprised me again by asking me if I minded if she had a pee first. Otherwise she might leak while dancing. I told her that was fine. Lily said she would go too. Holly explained that she didn’t want to dance in a puddle of pee. So she came to the edge of the cage and squatted with her pussy between two bars of the cage (she was a natural blonde, with trimmed, soft downy hair between her legs). She pulled herself right up to the bars and pissed a silvery arc through the air to splash on the flagstones next to me.
Lily copied her on the other side of me and released her urine too. She apologised that I had to watch her pee, but she didn’t really have anywhere else that she could go. Also, she thought, grinning, I seemed to quite enjoy it. With a smile, I agreed. In truth, I was enjoying it so much that I was close to making an embarrassing mess in my own clothes. Lily had darker hair than Holly, and hers was trimmed shorter. She had neat, smooth lips to her cunt. A single thin stream was squirting from them, but another trickle was dribbling, curling down her bum cheek and dripping from there.
The girls chatted to each other about the dance they were about to do, agreeing the choreography, while they emptied their bladders in two feminine fountains. They had drawn quite a crowd to my side of the cage. Behind them Kim, a small, tanned girl with waist-length straight black hair was taking advantage of the distraction to squat beside the bench in their cage. Her stream of piss began splashing on the floor between her toes. Lily finished first, with a series of short bursts of pee she pushed out to make sure she was empty.
She stood up and stepped back a pace or two. With a smile she began clapping a rhythmic beat. She began swaying her hips in time. Holly now finished peeing and stood up too. There was applause from those standing near me. Lily turned and raised her hands high over her head, continuing the beat. Holly did the same. Both had their backs turned, and were wiggling their pert, rounded bums in a delightful way.
Across the cage, Kim tried to sink lower, still visibly urinating on the ground. The applause from the audience now caught the beat and followed it. The other girls in the cage joined in, including Kim, once she finished pissing and stood up. Now Lily and Holly started dancing. It was a perfect dance for harem girls, energetic, lively and physical, showing off their fit young bodies with many sexy poses, a celebration of boobies, bums, legs, waists and pussy.
They finished dancing and curtseyed. There was applause from the viewers and I realised that Simon was standing beside me, smiling. He congratulated me for getting them dancing and muttered that the two girls had probably just doubled their value. I thanked Lily and Holly and hoped to catch up with them later. |
Simon wanted a word. I moved out of the crowds around Runa’s cage to a quieter space. Apologetically, he told me that the figures I had offered for Lily and Holly – even before their dance – would not be sufficient. I thanked him, but said I feared my father’s reaction if I bid more. I named another slave and price, and asked him to enter my sealed bid for them. He agreed and went on his way.
I have to confess to having been greatly distracted during the end of that conversation by a girl in the cage right behind him. Two girls had themselves been having quite an animated chat. They had been busy with their gestures, frequent changes of pose and flicks of their hair, which had all resulted in delightful wriggles of their bums and bounces of their boobies.
As if that had not been enough, one of them had suddenly put her hands on her knees, stuck her bum out, and then sprayed a hard torrent of piss, arcing behind her, and falling through the air to splash in a puddle behind her. She and her friend kept talking and laughing the whole time that she was peeing. She finished with three or four dribbles, and then stood up again, as if nothing had happened.
I decided to go back to Chiara and Runa to see how their challenge was developing. I was quite lucky with my timing. I arrived back just as Nikita (in Runa’s cage) and Luna (in the other) both decided they had to piss again. Nikita had both hands pressed into her groin and was marching up and down on the spot. She took her hands away and squatted. I am sure I saw a silvery spurt of pee flashing in the air and splashing on the ground even before she was in position. The tension left her face as her piss poured out.
Luna was one of the girls who now seemed to accept that it was normal to urinate on the floor of a cage while being viewed by the public. She simply went into a corner, crouched slightly to stick her bum out with her head down, and just pissed as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her pee sprayed down on the boards behind her and most of it just ran off the edge of the floor, making a small waterfall down to the ground.
One of the spectators muttered that for both Luna and Nikita, that was the third time they had made water since Chiara and Runa had started their challenge. I asked them if any others had been recently. I turned out that I should have got there a few minutes sooner. Ellie had only just risen from her fresh puddle when Nikita and Luna had decided to pee. Perhaps the sight and sound of her squatting, gushing her foamy liquid on the floor had been the final trigger for them.
Only a few minutes earlier, Emma had managed another ladylike, elegant wee, squatting in an artistic pose like a marble statue. She must have been set off by Kaira who had pissed suddenly and noisily on the floor while sitting on the bench, first shuffling back to hang her bum over the back of the bench, so she could drop her wee on the ground behind it. In that time Carla had pissed a second time since I saw her squatting and all the other girls, other than Chiara and Runa, had each voided their bladders on the floor once.
Runa and Chiara were both trying to maintain their discipline. But the occasional shudder suggested that they were both having to concentrate on controlling an increasing need to relieve themselves. Other than that, they both stood quite still, facing each other, feet apart and fists on hips. Valerie, Carla and Zaza – all with Runa – looked the ones who were most uncomfortable. Valerie, sitting on the bench, kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, sometimes with her hand between her thighs. Carla was also sitting on the bench, and jiggling her knees up and down. She too sometimes pressed her hand to her privates.
Zaza was standing with legs crossed, and both hands squeezed in together. She kept looking around, as if hoping the spectators might vanish, or all look at someone else. She was occasionally bending a little at the waist, as a visible sign that another urge to pee was upon her. Then she bent more and more until she was bobbing into a hover posture. She really couldn’t wait any longer. Shameful though it was to lose control of her bodily functions, she simply had to pee. As she bobbed down again, she slid her fingers away from the lips of her vulva and let her internal muscles relax open.
We saw the gentle stream of pee start to run out of her onto the floor as she kept going down and crouched with her bum nearly touching the ground. The stream became unstoppable in the few moments it took for her to get into position. It hissed loudly as it squirted on the floor, foaming and spraying. She sprayed the back of Runa’s ankle. It distracted Runa momentarily and she turned to see what was happening behind her. Only momentarily though. She immediately turned back again to stare at Chiara. However, her brief physical shudder suggested that she too badly needed relief.
Zaza felt relief. Her face showed it and her body relaxed. She felt physical pleasure in releasing her fullness, as well as shame in having to perform publicly. She just let her body do what it needed to and quickly empty all the piss inside her onto the floor. When she was drained, she stood up and walked to the other side of the cage, red-faced as she felt all eyes on her, disgraced by the warm puddle she had just made on the floor. |
A working slave arrived at the cage with six cups of cold, sweet coffee for the girls. It was a treat for them, but they knew they could not refuse it. Those who most felt the weight of liquid already inside them wondered if they really wanted to take in more fluid, which would only increase their need for relief.
Runa and Chiara gulped theirs down quickly, not wanting to show any hesitation that the other might interpret as a sign of weakness. Both could feel the tightness at the base of their abdomens that signalled they were nearly full and soon would have to empty. Runa could not stop herself shivering briefly, and Chiara realised she herself was gently bobbing up and down. She stopped, hoping nobody would have noticed.
Both Valerie and Carla looked really desperate, sitting on the bench and sipping their coffees. Valerie still had her legs crossed and was wriggling from side to side in a rather delightful way. Her gorgeous boobies, brown nipples firm, wobbled with her, and it was easy to imagine how they would feel in my hands if I were to stand behind her and support their soft weight. I thought it best not to linger on that thought. Valerie was another man’s property. Today we could look, but we could not touch.
Carla had her spare hand between her legs and she was still jiggling her knees up and down. She needed the toilet so badly she simply could not sit still. Her tits, well-shaped but smaller that Valerie’s, jiggled with her.
As Valerie took another sip the liquid running down her throat triggered a reflex in her bladder which made another attempt at taking control from her. Afterwards she wasn’t sure whether she’d been unable to stop a little dribble from escaping, or whether it had just been more comfortable to decide to let a small amount out to release the pressure. Whatever it was, she felt the warm wetness oozing around her lips under her.
She felt more comfortable for releasing a little pee. She uncrossed her thighs, while keeping them pressed together, and her legs were still crossed below the knees. She sipped her drink. She drank a little more, and again gave in to an urge to trickle a little more pee onto the bench. This time she felt comfortable only while she was dribbling, and as soon as she stopped she felt a desperate need to urinate.
She only just managed to keep control, and again raised her cup to her mouth. Once again, drinking made her really need to pee and once again she piddled a little when she swallowed. This time she needed to go so very badly so she let a little more run out and, without really thinking about it, or even deciding to do so, she gave it a little push to help it on its way.
And with that, she lost control. That was all it took for her bladder to take over and start contracting its stretched walls to empty itself forcibly. Valerie felt the buzzing sensation at the same time as warm liquid quickly rose in the well between her groin and thighs. She realised she was pissing where she sat. She tried to stop. Her muscles on her urethra could only slow the release for a few moments and then she had to let go completely. She was now pissing as strongly as she ever did pee into a pot in private.
The pressure on the lips of her vulva were uncomfortable, and the puddle between her thighs tickled. She adjusted her position, parting her legs. With a sudden splash, the puddle poured over the bench and fell on the floor. Her vulva, no longer squashed partly closed, allowed her pee to flood out.
Valerie, unable to control the release of her bladder, was wetting herself in public. Her face burned red, and she put her hands to her cheeks. But she could not stop peeing. She just sat motionless on the bench, flooding it between her thighs, making a noisy waterfall on to the boards below her. Little dribbles ran down the backs of her legs to make a small pool around both heels.
Carla had just about decided to pee at the same moment. Valerie’s sudden splash meant she really couldn’t wait any longer. She slid forward on the bench until the lips of her vulva were just ahead of the edge of it. By then, she was already urinating hard, and her busy stream played on the floorboards between her feet. Her eyes locked on mine and she gave a goofy grin, as if to apologise for such impolite behaviour. But she continued to pee. She had to. She was too full to stop, and she had nowhere else to go in any event.
I watched both Carla and Valerie using the bench and the floor as their toilet, their puddles of urine pooling below them. Neither of them tried very hard to stop peeing. They were now quite used to giving a public performance – although they didn’t like it – and as the force died away, they allowed the pee to keep draining gently from them until they were just about empty.
Runa and Chiara were trying really hard not to show how close they were to having to let go. Chiara was clenching and unclenching her fists and occasionally shivering. Runa was occasionally slowly bending her knees, and sometimes shuddered. Otherwise, both were trying to stand still, in exactly the same posture as when they started the contest.
Mira, with the long brown hair, in Chiara’s cage was not trying to hide her need. She was gently dancing on the spot. It was a captivating sight, a slim, naked girl, slowly dancing and I enjoyed watching her turn and squirm. I thought she must be close to losing it. She was, and she realised it. She squeezed herself with her fingers. She looked around the cage again and still couldn’t think of any way of finding any way of peeing without being watched.
She had to go now, or she would wet herself. She crouched down. She felt horribly self-conscious, as if every male eye in the hall was on her. She felt more naked than she had been when standing, and felt as if her privates were on open display. She badly needed to wee, but nothing came out. She waited, and waited, but still nothing.
Ashamed, Mira slowly stood up again. She had to press both hands into her crotch she needed to pee so badly. She jiggled a bit more, and felt she was going to find herself pissing down her legs if she didn’t do something. She looked round again, and still felt horribly exposed. But she really couldn’t wait. Once more she squatted down and tried to wee. Still nothing came.
Mira closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on just letting her pee flow. Still nothing. And then she felt a little warm wetness trickling out of her. A delicate dribble of drips rained on the floor, then dried up. She tried to repeat it, and managed another trickle. She found herself trying to stop it. She managed to let go and felt her flow building. Like a spring unwinding inside, she began to pee strongly and, at last, found herself pissing it all out.
Blonde Nikita, in Runa’s was the next to go, a few minutes after Mira. Nikita was now used to peeing on the floor of the cage. As far as she was concerned, she would rather pee than be uncomfortable. And if people wanted to look at her while she was peeing, it didn’t hurt her and she couldn’t stop them. She didn’t really think about it much. She just crouched, then leaned forward so she was kneeling tall, with knees apart.
She pushed her bum back – giving a lovely view of her rounded haunches – and then peed in a single clear thread of piss into a fresh puddle between her knees. She had got the angle right so she was peeing vertically down. She looked down at herself, legs parted, as her bladder emptied on the floor. While she peed she held her arms stiffly and slightly away from her hips, as if anxious that she might need to reach out if she lost balance.
Her pee hitting the floor made a gentle splattering sound and droplets sprayed in every direction, sparkling silver in the light and wetting the back of her knees, thighs and calves. Her puddle found a slight slope and a little river wound its way to the edge of the cage and dropped over the edge to fall on the stone floor below, making a louder splashing noise.
Runa must have seen from the corner of her eyes – and certainly heard – the little waterfall next to her. She knew that she would be able to command control of her own body for only a few more moments.
Nikita’s stream died away. She shook herself and a few drips fell from her wet vulva. She stood up and brushed her legs with her hands. |
Meanwhile, a bell was ringing behind us, as the viewers were cleared from the hall so the auction could get underway. This was not like yesterday, when the girls were left in their cages while the crowds dispersed. Today, the merchants’ slaves and eunuchs were roping off an area between the first cage and the beauticians’ tables. They were clearing the viewers from that area. After that they expanded it to move people to the exits while adding other cages to the cleared area. At the same time, they were unlocking the cage doors and hurrying the girls out as soon as the cage was secured.
It was noisy and confused. I don’t suppose the girls knew what was going on as they were bustled out of the cages. Yesterday when the viewers left they realised they had a brief period of peace and relative quiet. Yesterday, most of them took advantage of that to have a much-needed pee without dozens of eyes watching them do it. Today was different. I saw Carla squat down to begin pissing as soon as she stepped out of her cage. A eunuch grabbed her elbow and dragged her to her feet. She had been bursting, and so could not stop. She sprayed piss behind her as he pulled her to catch up with the others. She left a wet trail behind her as she peed down her legs while walking. I saw three other girls try to squat for a piss and the same happened to all of them.
Melissa also urinated down her legs as she walked away from her cage. She was very discrete. There was just a sudden sparkling on the backs of her thighs and a dark stain on the ground behind her feet.
The eunuchs took the girls to line up near the beauticians’ tables. With more shouting and confusion, they were checked off against the cages they had been in, and placed in order. To us it was apparent that they were being queued in the order in which the auctioneer would sell them, as listed in his catalogue. I doubt that the girls would have realised that.
Other slaves brought the benches from the cages and put them behind the girls so those who wanted to would have somewhere to sit while they waited. After about half an hour of noisy chaos it was now becoming quieter again. The beauticians had been taking the first two girls from the head of the queue and getting to work on them, combing their hair and touching up their make up. Several had already passed through their hands.
The girls in the line must have felt rather intimidated. Nobody had told them what was going on. There had been a lot of shouting and pushing to get them into the line. And now there were slaves going back and forth around them and many eunuchs standing guard around them. Now the girls were out of the cages, all the eunuchs had been put on duty, so there were almost as many of them as there were slave girls. Although they were no longer behind bars, escape was impossible. At least they were still getting their cups of honey-sweetened coffee and food too.
The girls were now in two queues. At the centre, in a corner, were the beauticians’ tables. To the left, the shortening line of girls waiting to be retouched. To the right, a growing line of those with refreshed hair and make up, shuffling sideways as more girls were added, all still completely naked of course. They were in the auctioneer’s queue, but of course nobody had told them that. On the other side of the canvas wall of the marquee was the auctioneer’s stage and the buying public were assembling past that. The growing noise of the audience coming through the screen told the girls that something was about to happen.
Quite a few of the nubiles were now giving out signs that they were in discomfort from their full bladders. There was a lot of fidgeting, crossing legs, squeezing thighs and even a few who were holding themselves with their hands.
I looked for Runa and Chiara. The girls in their cages had drunk so much that I expected them to be some of those most needing the toilet. I was right. Chiara must have felt a bit guilty about leading them into that condition. She stepped forward to address one of the guarding eunuchs. One of his colleagues closed ranks with him and they eye-balled each other. Chiara was slightly taller than both of them.
She seemed to be asking for permission for her girls to leave the queue so they could go away and pee. The guards could not allow that. Chiara stood her ground and glared at them. Her taut muscles rippled. Two other eunuchs sauntered towards the confrontation. Chiara glanced at them. She nodded and stepped back. She paused; the eunuchs tightened their grip on their weapons. She turned to her girls and apologised to them. They had no privacy. If they couldn’t wait, they would just have to piss on the ground where they stood. She turned her head and spat on the ground towards the guards.
She exchanged a glance with Runa then turned her back on the queue. Shoulders straight, she stood tall, fists on hips and legs apart. Standing proud she urinated on the pavement right in front of her guards. Her silvery stream arced forward to splash dramatically on the ground in front of her feet. Head high, she stared ahead, smiling defiantly. The guards ignored her. Runa stepped forward too, copied Chiara’s posture and let rip with her own formidable gusher. Two more of the warriors paced out of queue, then a third, and the last two. Now all seven of these tall, fit, muscular young women were posing like the confident fighters they were, pissing a message of arrogant contempt for their masters.
I was glad that they were so outnumbered. The guards were wise to ignore the insult. One by one, the warriors finished emptying their piss on the ground. Each remained in position even after their final squirts had ended. Then, after a brief pause all seven amazons stepped back in line, leaving seven dark, splattery puddles on the limestone floor. |
This performance did little to help the other desperate women, fun though it may have been for Luke and I to watch. Some of the others were very desperate, clutching themselves and unable to stand still.
Emma with the copper-gold hair was sitting on the bench near Chiara. She was jiggling her knees, but didn’t appear to be as desperate as many. So I didn’t take much notice as she rose gracefully to her feet. She had a compelling natural elegance, a physical bodily charisma which made it hard for me to take my eyes off her once she was standing. Pointing her toes, she delicately stepped forward a couple of paces, arms loose by her sides and head held high. She looked at the roof and slowly closed her eyes. The hint of a smile brightened her pretty face.
Emma had a way of flowing from one posture to another and now she elegantly lowered herself to squat over the hard ground, balanced on fingers and toes. Her pee flowed into the puddle she was making between her feet. She urinated gently like that, letting it run from her with little splashing. She remained motionless while the silvery pool spread across the ground under her.
When finished, she gently rose and stretched, giving an enticing display of her lovely breasts, then stepped back, still with eyes closed. She opened them again only to get back into her place in the line.
We could now hear the voice of the auctioneer calling the crowd to order, welcoming them, enthusing about the quality and number of lots for sale and explaining how the auction and bidding process worked. There was now a small crowd of guards around the head of the second queue. They took the first two girls gently by their arms and threw a halter over their heads, like a noose around their neck. Terrified, the second girl, already desperate for a pee, wet herself, losing control and pissing down her legs. She stood there, shivering, with her piss splashing into the growing puddle at her feet.
Meanwhile the auctioneer called for the first lot. The first girl was pulled forward, around a corner and outside, into the bright sunshine. She stood, blinking in the light, horribly aware that she was completely naked and defenceless, in front of a huge crowd, all staring at her. Instinctively she tried to cover herself, one hand across her nipples and the other over her groin. The auctioneer announced her name as Katerina, and began describing her. Her mind didn’t register his words, she was beginning to panic. She felt an overwhelming need to empty her bladder, too intense to hold back. She felt her wee beginning to run out of her urethra. As an unthinking reflex she dropped down to urinate on the stage. The mental fog cleared and she became aware of herself, naked, squatting and pissing uncontrollably in front of a large audience of strangers.
The auctioneer paused, announcing to the bidders that, as they could see, the girl was just answering a call of nature and he would let her finish before he opened the bidding. When, a few moments later, she still showed no sign of stopping, he remarked that at least it showed that she was in good condition.
Katerina tried to stop peeing, but the flow was too vigorous. Feeling ashamed, she put her head in her hands and began sobbing softly, still pissing. Shortly, she felt the flow soften and this time, with determination, she managed to stop. Two of the auctioneer’s assistants pulled her to her feet, to display her to the audience, and the auctioneer named the price for the starting bid. Bids came quickly, then the hammer fell, and Katerina had a new owner.
The auctioneer declared the sale closed, then immediately moved on to the next lot. Katerina was led away, across the selling stage, and then taken backstage again, from the other side.
The auctioneers worked quickly. Even so, it would take three or four hours to sell all the seventy-two girls in the catalogue. Backstage, the queues were edging forward. With all that the girls had been drinking that day – and they were still being brought regular drinks and expected to take them – all would have to pee at least once, perhaps two or more times before the end of the day.
The girl after her was on stage and being offered for sale even as Katerina was led back into the hall and escorted back to her cage. She was still bewildered by the experience and didn’t notice the pile of loincloths and simple shift dresses on the bench next to her.
Alone and scared, she sat with her head in her hands. She realised that she still badly needed to wee, despite wetting herself so publicly only a few minutes earlier. She had been nowhere near empty when she had regained control. Beyond caring, she slid forward on the bench and relaxed her internal muscles to allow her pee to flow again. She kept pissing gently on the floor in front of the bench until she was empty.
The second slave was now pushed into the cage. She noticed the clothing, picked up a loincloth, tied it around her, and tucked the flap under the ties to cover her yoni, then pulled on a dress. Katerina saw her and did the same. |
Back at the queues, I saw the lines edging forward as another girl was knocked down to her new master every few minutes. It was rather like watching cattle being herded. Every so often there would be the splashing sound of another woman’s bladder emptying on the flagstones. I would turn to watch and see the girl pissing on the ground. Some squatted, some hovered, and some just pissed where they stood, but all sprayed and splattered.
The dark puddles of urine trickled and ran over the stones, into the gaps and depressions, joining at the gutter of the market square. A gentle stream flowed down the gutter into the market drains.
Not all lost control. Most decided that they wouldn’t be able to hold it long enough for there to be any real point in putting it off but many of those did get very desperate before they gave in to the inevitable.
Looking down the line, I saw a girl who seemed to be preparing herself to wee. I recognised her as Julia, from when I’d spotted her in the cages. She had her red hair in a long pony tail. I remembered her as having a striking red bush of hair over her conchiglietta, but that was not now visible as she was pressing her hand tightly between her thighs. She was small, but with surprisingly full breasts that now bounced enticingly as she wriggled her hips in a charming pee dance.
Julia was about one third of the way up from the back of the queue. If she needed a pee, there was no way that she would last that long, and she realised it. She was just about at the mid-point between two of the guarding eunuchs. She stuck her head out and looked up and down the line again. Neither of the burly guards seemed to be looking her way, and there weren’t many other people around.
She decided that this had to be the time. She dropped to a half squat and again peered in both directions. She felt her grip weakening, her straining bladder about to defy her to empty itself regardless of her intentions. She had to go.
She squatted low, lowering her privates close to the ground. As she removed her hand she felt the warm liquid rush out of her, buzzing on the hard ground and splashing her ankles, her bum and her thighs. Julia kept her thighs pressed together and leaned forward, to try to hide what she was doing.
As I strolled towards her it was obvious to me that Julia was peeing, from her posture, particularly the way she was looking down, and from the puddle spreading darkly under her. The relief showed on her freckled face.
The queue moved on as Julia tinkled and a gap opened to her left. The girls behind were not sure whether to move around her, or wait for her to finish peeing. They had been ordered to keep the line moving, and they had also been ordered to stick to their places in it. Breaking either instruction might result in severe punishment.
The girl behind Julia bent down to talk to her. Julia understood. Still squirting piss on the floor, she shuffled sideways, rising and spraying the ground behind her as she went. The girls behind her stepped over her large puddle. Julia got the giggles and finished peeing shaking with silent laughter.
I wandered down to the back of the line. Despite the many wet stains on the ground there were many nubiles who obviously needed to pee. I reckoned that about one in five were wriggling or holding their cunts.
A slim, dark-haired woman caught my eye. She seemed to be standing uncomfortably, and she was looking down towards her own pudendum.
The light was flickering between her legs, and I heard the sound of liquid hitting a hard surface. There were sparkling flashes around her feet. I suddenly realised that she was peeing where she stood, her transparent stream shining in the air as it poured forward and arced down, droplets of pee splashing away from the ground. Her left leg was straight, but she was on her toes on her right, with knee bent and thigh held clear of the flowing pee.
She looked up and saw that I was watching her pissing. She blushed pink but couldn’t stop. She had hoped that nobody would notice. She thought I was offended at the sight of her going to the loo and mouthed a silent apology to me. I replied with a friendly wave and a shrug. After all, we all have to do it. But I continued to watch her until she had finished urinating.
I got to the end of the line and looked back. It looked like there were still about fifty unsold callipygian slaves in it. Towards the distant end another girl bent her legs and started peeing, her hands resting on her knees.
I just admired the view for a while. It was a sight to remember. It was not only one relieving herself. It was also about four dozen other naked, young women, mostly displaying their rears, many wriggling in discomfort with an increasingly desperate need for a toilet.
I turned and saw that three cages were now filled with sold slaves, all of whom had dressed themselves in plain, short, loose shift dresses. A fourth cage was filling. I watched a newly-arrived brown-haired girl put on a loincloth and then a dress.
She then decided it was the right time for a wee. She lifted her hem to reach under the front of her dress to loosen the tie of her undergarment. Then she uncovered her fanny, squatted and raised the back of her dress to show the globes of her buttocks. She began to pee on the boards, unaware that I was watching her from behind.
As her puddle grew I noticed fresh wet stains on the floors of the newly re-occupied cages. I realised that I would probably see many of the girls relieving themselves on their return from the auction stage. I wondered whether to stay there, but decided that there were probably more desperate women in the queue, and perhaps better entertainment there. |
(This is a newly written story which I’ve shared elsewhere too and I expect to form part of an ongoing series. It is entirely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or otherwise, is entirely coincidental. All characters are well over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it.)
Monday Afternoon.
Anne Glenson counted the day’s arrivals as they entered the room. As she expected, there were seven of them, four newbies and three students who’d come to do a refresher course. Monday afternoon was induction, the part of the proceedings which she liked least because of what had to be done within the time available. Its one redeeming feature was the all the students would, to varying degrees, need to pee and she’d get to see the outputs they were capable of generating. She knew that one student in particular would arrive having done a transatlantic flight without peeing since leaving his apartment. Anne had been tempted to toilet him before the induction process began but knew that doing so would expose her to a charge of favouritism by other students and earn him the adult equivalent of being labelled ‘teacher’s pet’ by them. To be fair, her only option was to get through induction as quickly as possible, maybe leaving unsaid what could be left until tomorrow, and just hope he didn’t piss his pants before she’d finished.
“Good afternoon everyone. Welcome to Holding for Life. My colleagues and I hope very much that you’ll enjoy the course and come away feeling liberated and empowered by what you’ve learnt. I hate this bit but the law requires us to do certain things and fire safety is our first priority when students arrive so I’ll do a roll call.”
“Brian”
“Here Miss”
“Cathy”
“Yes Miss”
“Emily”
“Yes Miss”
“Faye”
“Yes Miss”
“Jonah”
“Here Miss”
“Linsey Dawn”
“Yes Miss”
“Tim”
“Yes Miss”
“Good. That’s everyone we should have. My name is Anne Glenson and I’m your lead tutor for this week’s course. As well as extending a warm welcome to our newbies- Brian, Emily, Faye and Tim - I would like to welcome back three returners – Cathy, Jonah and Linsey Dawn. When we first ran our courses in 2015 we did so under the banner of Proud Holders as the three returners from one of our first cohorts of students will remember. At that time, we ran it very strictly – a bit like a school which didn’t allow hall passes – and it was the right thing to do then. We’ve relaxed our approach slightly but we’re still fairly strict and we have to be as the greatest enemy to students successfully completing the course and learning valuable holding skills is wilful human nature. As for my credentials, I’m a highly qualified senior urology nurse as is my colleague, Sarah Worthington, who will be acting along with matron as support staff this week. You may prefer to call me Miss or Mrs Glenson, particularly the returners, but I’ve backed off a little on the discipline since we first started and if you call me Anne it’s not a deal breaker. I am a compassionate person and I try to be as fair as I can in an imperfect world. That does not mean, however, that I will put up with stupidity or bad behaviour as everyone who’s ever crossed me has discovered to their cost. You will, I hope, remember me as someone who was kind but firm. I can tell the difference, as can my staff, between a student having a genuine accident and one pissing their pants to show off or gain attention. We have a variety of disciplinary tools including a level of classroom humiliation as well as enforced wearing of continence and/or chastity products. Our ultimate sanction, however, is to expel a student from the course prior to completion and I must make you aware that in those circumstances we don’t refund course fees. We only refund course fees when students have to leave early through no fault of their own such as illness or a genuine family emergency and, in those cases, we usually only refund the days or part days lost.”
Linsey Dawn: “Huh. You’re the fucking bitch who wouldn’t let me go to the toilet in Gym class last time. We’ll see how fair you are. I bet you get off on making people piss themselves. If I knew you were running the course I wouldn’t have fucking come here.”
Anne: “Linsey Dawn, I will not put up with being sworn at and, if it happens again, your sorrows will be considerable. As to the Gymnasium incident, my recollection of it is that I asked you to hold until the lesson was finished, knowing full well you could, but you chose not to. We will not be using the Gymnasium this time as it is awaiting some structural repairs which have been made possible due to the generosity of your fellow student, Tim here. Were I to ‘get off’ on anything, it would be seeing students leave here better able to hold their pee than I am, and it’s not happened yet.”
Linsey Dawn: “Sorry Miss.”
Anne: “Good girl. Now don’t give me any more trouble.”
Jonah: “Will we be allowed to use the bathroom soon, Miss? I’m bursting.”
Anne gave him a sympathetic look, acutely aware of the way he’d been fidgeting as soon as he’d arrived and the way he was rubbing the bulge in his pants.
Anne: “It won’t be long sweetheart. I’ll try and get this over as soon as I can. I’m not a fan of this bit – it’s what I call the bog roll bit – but we do have some rules and regs to get through. Again, this is the law of the land and not a house rule, but our indoor premises are strictly non-smoking. Also, we don’t put up with any dope or booze here. If you got anything you shouldn’t, please hand it over at the end of this afternoon. You will be reunited with it on Friday, I promise. Please be aware we don’t allow and pads or continence products to be brought in by students as the only ones we permit are our own and they can only be used under the direction of staff.
If any of the girls are on their period, please come and see me afterwards and we’ll sort something out. Soft drinks and confectionery are allowed. Ditto crisps and savoury snacks. Obviously as a nurse I prefer it if students bring fruit, cereal bars and diet or sugar free drinks to snack on. However, we live in the real world and, if you’ve brought four litres of full fat Coke and a kilo pf Mars bars with you it’s not a deal breaker. We have free wi-fi and if you want it for your laptops and ipads I’ll give it you after supper. Please be aware that we have a strict ‘no fap’ rule and any student we suspect of masturbating will have to account for their actions. We will have supervised toileting shortly and then at 10pm just before bed. If you need the toilet during the night and genuinely can’t hold, please press your bedside alarms and someone will unlock the bathroom and escort you to the toilet. Matron really doesn’t want any wet or soiled beds. Supervised toileting will take place again at 7am and we will reconvene in here after breakfast.”
Jonah: “Miss, I think I’m about to piss myself.”
Anne: “It’s alright Jonah. Stand up and pull your pants down. Girls, take a glimpse while you can – that’s the biggest woblums in the world. Fancy that in your pussy? Right Jonah, we’ll pull the curtain across and have you on the commode.”
Anne pulled the curtain across and Jonah began weeing the second he sat on the commode, an unstoppable torrent of pent up pee pouring out of his huge cock into the (fortunately) cavernous plastic bowl below. It was loud and splashed noisily against the plastic, sounding almost as though he’d never been to the toilet before. His moans of relief were clearly audible. As Jonah’s pee stream steadily declined, Anne crouched by his side.
Anne: “Jonah, when did you last go sweetheart?”
Jonah: “Over 18 hours ago Miss. I’ve flown all the way from LA and I hate public bathrooms as well as plane toilets so I just held it in.”
Anne: “Jonah, 18 hours is a long time, even if you’re pretty good at holding. Your bladder’s going to be very stressed and you’ll experience some discomfort over the next day or so, maybe a little urgency or incontinence. Don’t worry though as it will pass. There’s a good chance you’ll wet the bed tonight but don’t worry, I’ll see you’re not punished for it. Promise. Here’s some tissue to wipe yourself with.”
Much relieved, Jonah pulled up his pants and re-joined the class feeling somewhat better. Carefully recording his output, Anne moved another commode into place and re-emerged.
Anne: “Right Brian. It’s your turn next. Come with me young man.”
Brian got up and did as he was bidden. Once behind the curtain she gave him a business-like look.
Anne: “Drop your pants - and undies if you’re wearing any – and get on that commode. When did you last go pee?”
Brian: “About 6 hours ago at Schiphol Airport.”
Anne: “Hmm. You’ll need to go then.”
Brian was glad of the relief although his pee had nothing of the urgency or forcefulness of Jonah’s. Soon he was done and glad to return to the class.
Anne: “Right, who needs to pee next?”
Cathy: “I’m fucking bursting Miss. Linsey Dawn and I both took a piss at Cambridge services on the way up from London but that was three and a half hours ago and we grabbed a couple of lattes to keep us going.”
Anne: “Right, I’ll do you two girls together. I know from experience you need watching. Emily, Tim and Faye can be next in line.”
At length everyone had been toileted their outputs duly measured. Anne felt a quiet sense of satisfaction that induction hadn’t gone too badly and her most desperate student had held it in – just – until she’d been able to toilet him. She was forced to admit though that the thought of him not quite making it turned her on as did the fantasy of having his cock in her pussy. Quietly she rebuked herself with the thought “Anne, you’re a married woman, don’t even go there.” Composing herself she addressed the class.
“Right. Thanks everyone. Supper will be served in an hour or so. In the meantime, if anyone wishes to see me about anything that concerns them I’ll be freely available. That’s all of today’s formalities taken care of.”
(To be continued) |
Holding for Life Chapter 3 - the story continues....
(This is a newly written story which I’ve shared elsewhere too and I expect to form part of an ongoing series. It is completely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or otherwise, is entirely coincidental. All characters are well over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it.)
Tuesday Morning -9.00am in a classroom/group setting.
Consoled by Sarah’s good sense, kind advice and the intimacy they’d shared, Anne stood before her students confident and sure that she could deal with whatever they threw at her.
Anne: “Good morning everyone. I hope everyone had a good night and enjoyed their breakfast. My colleagues and I were pleased to note we didn’t have much tea, coffee, or juice left and somebody had made good inroads into the cans of sugar free energy drink. That’s what I like to see as you’ll need full bladders this morning. It’s not my favourite job by any means but before we get started we have to get adjudication out of the way. As our returners will know, adjudication isn’t just about imposing sanctions on people but trying to acknowledge and understand what’s gone wrong overnight as well as how best to deal with it. Tim, I think you had rather a better night than most, didn’t you? When Miss Worthington checked the beds this morning she found ample evidence in yours of nocturnal masturbation. You know it’s against the rules here. What have you to say for yourself.”
Tim: “Sorry Miss. I was horny and got tempted. To be honest I thought you’d turn a blind eye in view of my donation to the Gymnasium roof fund.”
Anne: “We’re very grateful for your generous donation to the Gymnasium roof fund and it’s much appreciated. However, when I offered you a complimentary place on this course as a ‘thank you’ I did so on the assumption that you would respect and follow our rules. They exist for good reasons and if you don’t follow them it’s not fair to other students. Also, you deprive yourself of the opportunity to derive the optimum benefit from attending. I’m not going to ask you to come to the front and stand with your tail out because I can tell you need to pee and I think the temptation would be just too great. My adjudication is that you will spend tonight in a chastity device. You will be quite comfy but your tail will be out of temptation’s way.”
Tim: “Thanks Miss. I won’t do it again.”
Anne: “I’m sure you won’t. Linsey Dawn, we did find you’d wet the bed but, having studied the medical form you submitted and reviewing our records of your previous stay with us, we fully accept that it was genuinely accidental rather than deliberate. My ruling is that you will spend tonight in a heavy-duty adult diaper. You’ll be very comfy in it and, if it’s dry tomorrow morning, you’ll only have to wear it for the one night. Jonah, your bed was very wet but we expected that to happen in view of the state you arrived in yesterday with a stressed bladder which hadn’t been emptied for far too long. I keep my word and I’m not going to punish you for it. However, if you would like, we can put you in a really comfy diaper tonight but it’s up to you.”
Linsey Dawn: That’s not fair Miss, telling me I’ve got to wear a nappy and letting him choose.”
Anne took a deep breath.
Anne: “Linsey Dawn, if taking into account a student’s circumstances, medical history and readiness to engage with the course at adjudication isn’t fair, perhaps you’d be good enough to tell me what is.”
Linsey Dawn: “Fuck off, Miss. You fancy him and we all know it. You’re after his cock in your minge, aren’t you?”
Trying not to blush, Anne glared at Linsey Dawn with barely disguised contempt.
Anne: “Don’t you swear at me young lady. As a punishment you will wear lockable plastic pants over that diaper tonight. If I hear any more filth from you I’ll have matron wash your mouth out with soap and water.”
Jonah: “Girls, pack it in now. I’ve never been a teacher’s pet and it’s not going to happen anytime soon. If it keeps Linsey Dawn happy I’ll wear a diaper tonight - and lockable plastic pants – if you’ve got some to fit me. I’ll even come to the front and stand with my cock out all morning if you want. Sure, I need to piss – probably worse than Tim – but I can hold it. I’ve had some practice after all.”
Anne: “Jonah, that’s very kind of you but I’m the boss in this classroom and I get to make the rules. You can wear a diaper tonight if you want but you don’t have to and you needn’t decide until later. You’ve not done anything wrong and I’m not going to humiliate you. Please stay where you are and keep your tail in your pants until we do Kegels after coffee.”
Jonah: “Thanks Miss.”
Anne: “Right, that concludes adjudication. Moving swiftly on, we’ll turn to our first exercise this morning which is all about trust. You folks can ask me anything – it doesn’t matter how gross or off beam – and I’ll do my best to give you a truthful answer.”
Emily: “Are you religious, Miss?”
Anne: “I’m a practising Christian but not a very good one. My husband is a Church of England clergyman but all I don’t do much apart from serving for him at the Parish Mass on Sundays and Benediction on Fridays.”
Linsey Dawn: “Yeah, a bloody hypocrite!”
Anne: “Linsey Dawn, this is your final warning. Any more nonsense from you and you’ll be going to matron. I mean it.”
Linsey Dawn: “Oh yeah. Like I’m wetting myself.”
Anne: “You better hadn’t be, young lady. Anyone else?”
Cathy: “Which party do you vote for, Miss?”
Anne: “The Anne Glenson’s Marvellous Party! No seriously, I used to vote Labour after seeing what the Tories did to the NHS. When Mr Corbyn became leader and the whole thing swung far to the left, I changed horses and decided to back the Tories. Actually, for what it’s worth I think Mrs May’s a decent woman. My husband is – and always has been – Lib Dem.”
Brian: “Are you straight, gay or bi, Miss?”
Anne: “I’m bisexual as is my husband. We love each over very dearly but, by mutual agreement, we both have same sex partners too.”
Brian: “What about Miss Worthington – Sarah.”
Anne: “I don’t think it’s fair to discuss my colleague’s private life in her absence.
If you want to know, you’ll have to ask her.”
Cathy: “Are you and her an item?”
Anne: “Cathy, did you not hear a word I just said? I’m not discussing Miss Worthington’s private life and that’s the end of the matter.”
Linsey Dawn: “Have you been for shit this morning, Miss?”
Anne: “No, I went for a shit on Sunday morning - at 11.43am to be precise. Much to my husband’s relief I wasn’t at home but in Sarah’s cottage. My next scheduled appointment with the porcelain is tomorrow night. If you’re still with us on Thursday morning – which I very much doubt if your behaviour doesn’t improve – I’ll let you know if it was successful.”
Tim: “Why did you give up nursing, Miss?”
Anne: “I didn’t give up nursing, Tim. I just quit working full time for the NHS. Don’t get me wrong, the NHS is fantastic and there’s a lot of amazing stuff going off in NHS Urology. Sarah and I weren’t completely happy with some of the agendas which crept in though and we also felt there was a gap in terms of provision which we could fill. There’s lots of provision in NHS Urology for people who are medically incontinent or who have moderate to severe continence problems. I’m not saying it might not exist somewhere in the system, but Sarah and I felt there was nothing for busy professional people who are functionally continent but need a bit of help to improve their bladder control skills and give them choices when a loo isn’t available. Thus it was that Proud Holders – Or Holding for Life as we now call it – was born.”
Jonah: “Why don’t you like masturbation, Miss? Surely you must have played with yourself sometime or other.”
Anne: “Good question, Jonah. When I was younger I swallowed all the liberal guff about how good and healthy it was. If you really want to know, I could hardly leave myself alone. Nursing - and particularly working in Urology – changed my mind.
I soon came to the conclusion that it didn’t help people to develop good, independent, habits of continence and was counter productive.”
Jonah: “I’ve always found if I need to use the bathroom bad that having a good fap buys me time.”
Anne: “It may buy you a few minutes in the short term and that’s absolutely correct. You will, I’m sure, have found that you need to go to the bathroom after you’ve masturbated though, even if you didn’t beforehand. That’s one of the reasons why we discourage it here.”
Jonah: “Thanks Miss.”
Anne: “Good. It’s nearly coffee time folks so I suggest we adjourn and come back in fifteen minutes to do our Kegels. That will give matron a chance to get the commodes in place. We’ll do it as a group. I take it nobody’s pee shy.”
Jonah: “I am – a bit.”
Anne: ”Don’t worry sweetheart. We’ll soon have you cured.”
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280-character bathroom denial stories! Now with more clichés!
He'd been dared to stay out of the bathroom for the whole party. If he broke the rules of Truth or Dare he'd be disqualified from Spin the Bottle. He crossed his legs and made his decision. The chance of kissing Stacy was worth the risk of wetting himself in front of his friends.
The princess demanded her rescuer protect her each minute she was outside the castle walls. As the day wore on the knight felt a need that was unfit for a lady's eyes. He heeded her wishes and resisted nature's call. During the journey she made water 3 times while he stood guard.
The tall brunette in the business suit maintained her icy professionalism in the stalled elevator. The 3 men who spent 8 hours stuck with her behaved much less respectably but they all avoided lawsuits by forgoing any alleviation or discussion of their private bodily compulsions.
The mortals were imprisoned all night while lovely Victorian ladies drank from their veins. They'd be released alive and free of curse if they behaved like gentlemen. They found it difficult to maintain correct posture especially when the women loudly excreted the digested blood.
She was off duty attending a casual party but was still in a policewoman's uniform and state of mind. She made sure everyone drinking was over 21. The men's room was busted and so was anyone who committed public urination. None of the guys broke the law but 2 broke down in tears.
The adventurer's companion had a knack for popping up whenever he was trying to relieve himself. He was ultimately forced to explain his embarrassing situation to the giggling Fairy. After she granted him privacy he found that every bush on the plain was guarded by its own Fairy.
When he agreed to try something different he didn't expect to be ambushed on the way to the bathroom by a leather-clad dominatrix in stiletto heels. The only pleasure he could think about was an empty bladder. She crouched on the toilet and cracked the whip whenever he came near.
The boys' room sounded haunted. It also looked haunted to the few brave campers who sat in the stalls. Most were too scared to even stand at the urinals. They had to hold it or find other places to go. The girls giggled at their discomfort. They knew something they wouldn't tell.
The muscle-bound athlete was at the mercy of the tiny muscle in his urethra. His mighty bladder couldn't shed a drop if he could hear a voice. His cute little girlfriend knew and was exploiting it by doing her cheer routine outside the door. He would suffer until she got her way.
The explorers didn't find gold but they were tortured by golden streams. The all-female tribe was offended by their ideas of modestly and toilets. They put the outsiders in cages and taunted them with free-flowing urine. The men were desperate but too civilized to use the ground.
Living in a rich relative's mansion waited on by gorgeous maids wasn't as sweet as he'd imagined. There was something wrong with those smiling servants. He needed a bathroom but they were all being cleaned at once. One maid cheerfully suggested he use the toilet while she worked.
A gang of 4 teens spent the night among the graves for spooky thrills. The girls told the boys it was dangerous to use a cemetery as a bathroom. They held it all night while their friends secretly watered the grass. Their dreams were full of ghostly girls preventing their relief.
The sailor was lucky enough to get a tour of the sea kingdom and the Mermaid way of love. He was unlucky enough for it to happen when he was about to burst. There were tubes of air but no other plumbing in sight. He asked if he could let loose in the water. "No! We breathe that!"
The teens in the portaloo line almost wet their trunks when they saw their classmates in bikinis. Before they knew it they'd agreed to let the 2 girls and 6 friends cut. They liked the company despite the desperation. When the tickling started they thought they were going to die.
The synthesized female voice spoke an error message when he tried to use the toilet. The house's other appliances never failed. His daughter used the toilet earlier and his wife used it now while he watched. "I don't want your filth inside me," the house said when he tried again.
It was the best and worst day at the office. The men's room was out of order and he learned Ms Browne was as fond of him as he was of her. Here he was with a frisky secretary on his lap and he had to use most of his energy to keep her from squeezing the liquid out of his bladder.
The villainess shocked the hostages with her hands when asked about toilet access. Another request was denied 4 hours later. She and her catsuited minions added insult to injury by shamelessly urinating on the floor before the men's eyes. When would the hero come to their rescue?
The cider-drinking contest was judged an hour ago and both winners and losers were troubled by the shortage of restrooms. Lewd exposure led to gunplay at last year's festival so the men stayed zipped up. Meanwhile cowgirls were dropping britches and lifting skirts right and left.
"This forest is magical," the mysterious young lady said to the young man doing the potty dance. "Great malice will be visited on you if you defile it. Walk 3 miles northeast before doing anything unclean." He knew she was serious when she showed him her broomstick parked nearby.
"I know that all of our suits are equipped with regulation diapers. I also know that the shuttle is equipped with regulation toilets. To anyone who wants to use the former I suggest you be a man and use the latter instead." Everyone under her command was a man for the 9 hour EVA.
His loving servant was his unwitting torturer. He was uncomfortable enough sharing a home with a supernormal being who dressed like a harem girl but when she insisted on assisting him in the bathroom it was more than he could take. He might explode before he overcame his shyness.
The marriage went unconsummated during the 9 day honeymoon due to her unpredictable moods. His inability to have a BM away from home didn't help. As luck would have it his colon woke up right as she handcuffed them both to the bed and said she was ready. It would be a long night.
All the male guests were banned from the bathroom until the man who clogged it apologized. They could take care of their bladders in the alley but their bowels were a serious problem. The hostess was furious. She had no clue that her own sister had created the unflushable ordure.
Thanksgiving dinner was 6 hours ago and his guts felt like 100 lbs of manure in a 50 lb bag. His wife was on the downstairs toilet letting out plops and braps and moans. His SIL upstairs sounded like a rhino passing a cement mixer. Once those 2 finished his sisters would be next. |
I like it! I never thought about desperation during a massage but it's a great concept.
Thanks! A while back I made a list of generic "hot girl" types and now I can cross off the last few. Everyone's free to suggest other types I missed.
A boy at the house party couldn't stand waiting any longer for the bathroom to open up. His crush caught him trying to use the laundry room sink. She promised not to tell what he almost did if he promised to hold it for the rest of the party. She mixed him many drinks that night.
Jay and Mark got home from a long day on the road and raced to the bathroom to find their roommate fixing the faucet and grumbling that the men were useless. They had to wait while Emma worked and sat on the toilet and worked some more. Ty was allowed in because she asked nicely.
The heart-stoppingly cute librarian raised her voice. "You took a book in the bathroom so you're banned from it!" "Is our date still on?" "You can take me to the show and come to my place after but you can't use those bathrooms either." The quiet ones are said to be the craziest.
Ren accidentally knocked Ai flat on her blue-skirted backside and everyone in the hall could see her Sanrio panties. Next day when he walked to the boys' room she and her friends pushed him in the girls' room where he was teased. They promised to do it again each chance they got.
The tourists squirmed on their barstools. The men's room wait back home was never this bad. The bar was full of regional knickknacks such as a Westerwald chamber pot the barmaid could use to tease the men. "This pitcher's free if you can stand to watch me pour it into a pisspot."
The women's college used advanced technology to keep danger out of the dorms including intruders from the men's college. Tonight's secret event was an open invitation to male hackers. A few made it in but none could hack the female-only toilets. The boys partied through the pain.
The farmer's 3 daughters brought jugs of cool water to the help. All at once they relieved themselves behind dried-up bushes that barely hid anything. The young farmhands knew they weren't allowed to do the same. They were starting to think the women were teasing them on purpose.
After researching ancient customs he visited the monster who'd bewitched his village. If he appeased her he could save everyone. 3 hours into the tea ceremony he felt he had no choice but to ask to use the bathroom. The woman's tails twitched in annoyance. "There is no bathroom."
He was comfortable dating an older woman until he recognized the art in her bathroom and knew she used to babysit him. She reacted strangely. "You don't need the potty. Good boys hold it in. You need to drink your juice. Then we'll play some games and see if the cooties get you."
The lawkeeper smashed a bear skull with her club when a man tried to part the skins without showing respect to the animal spirits. Each newcomer knew that could be their head. They didn't yet know the ways of the clan and so the latrines behind the animal skins were out of reach.
Her suit and hair were perfect and she was ready for her new management job. She practiced assertive speaking in the mirror and then on her boyfriend who worked nearby. On a whim she said he wasn't allowed to use the restroom. She sounded so serious he didn't know she was joking.
The ballet dancers moved like birds on stage but pissed like racehorses backstage. The limited toilets and inconvenient costumes meant that only a few had time for relief during intermission. The ladies came first. The men would have to gut it out for the rest of the performance.
Before the decoy chest was buried the well-fed buccaneer shamelessly filled it with the fruit of her entrails. Her men were less revolted by the wanton display of excretion than they were envious. The other pirates lived on hardtack and would kill for a satisfying bowel movement.
In 4 years of high school she hadn't batted an eye at him and now she was feeding him a sundae. He was in such a state of bliss he forgot he was lactose intolerant. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" she asked in the Tunnel of Love. If he were honest he would've said "sitting on the can."
A man sat in silent frustration on a log between 2 women. "How can you be so brave you nail my sister when the whole family's in the next tent but so scared you can't take a dump with her?" asked a wiping woman. "You'd be amazed by my guy's hang-ups," said a woman between grunts.
His sweetheart pampered him with fine hospitality with 1 exception. He got sausage jambalaya for dinner and apple cobbler for dessert and crawdad omelettes for breakfast but no morning constitutional. She wasn't committed enough to share her TP stash during a nationwide shortage.
The 12th grade twins waited with the uncomfortably attractive receptionist until the even more attractive principal called one in. The boys were nervous to the point of diarrhea. She chewed one out for an hour then made him sit outside while she gave his brother the same lecture.
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Chapter 6
Jess and Charlie walk in through the backdoor. Luckly no one is home, which doesnt happen often. Charlie puts his cup in the sink and slides off his backpack. He looks over at Jess who motions for him to follow her upstairs. He follows upstairs and into the bedroom “You’ll have to climb up there yourself I can barely lift you anymore.” She says standing infront of the large change table. He climbs up and lies down on the padding. She unbottons his pants and slides them down so she can change him “so what happened with this girl?” He watches his sister remove the squishy wet diaper “she knows about the formula..” he says uncomfortably. “What do you mean, she knows?” asks Jess. “I was drinking it.. at school.. in a travel mug..” Charlie shifts as she slides the clean diaper under his butt after wiping. “Charlie..” she says worried “I know, im stupid I didnt think anyone would notice, never mind know the brand!” He covers his face with his hands. “Dont bring it to school anymore, okay?” Jess finishes taping up the diaper. “I know I learned my lesson, I just hope she leaves me alone... she said she wouldnt tell anyone..” he says as he hops down pulling his pants back up. After they finish their lunch Jess notices its almost time for her to go back to work. “Kay go potty before I go” she says to Charlie. “Ill go before I leave” he says “Go now while im here otherwise I know you wont actually go.” She pushes him playfully towards to stairs. “Fineee.” He trudges up the stairs and pees in the toilet but not much. Jess leaning on the door frame watches him to make sure he goes. “I’m going im going..” he whines to her. “Hey you’re lucky its me. If Emelia had her way you’d be going to school in boxers not diapers.” She teases. She smiles up at him while she reties the tapes on the diaper “you really are the best you know.” He smiles as he pushes back his thick brown hair. “I try” she says humbly, thankful for her not so little baby brother. She notices the time “Shit I gotta run! I’ll see you tonight Charlie, love you!” She rushes out. Charlie goes back to school and is almost late himself. He walks into english class and walks past a group of girls, he can feel their eyes on him but this was normal. He was very handsome and the girls thought he was mysterious. In reality he wasnt a lost soul who couldnt be tied down by a relationship, he did hook up with girls occasionally but in the long term it would be alot harder to hide his unwillingness to be properly potty trained. His bladder wasnt as weak as him and Jess made it out to be.. or so he thought. The english lesson begins and he notices Katie from across the room. *atleast shes not sitting next to me..* he thinks to himself. 15 minutes into class and hes already shifting in his seat, he always sat in the back to hide his squirming. Time seems to have stopped and his need grows more urgent. He wishes he had peed more at home, the formula from this morning and the pepsi he had with lunch was getting to him. He cant reach down to grab himself or everyone will see. *I have an hour to go.. and a whole other class after this.. I dont want to sit in it for another two hours...* reluctantly Charlie raises his hand “Can I go to the washroom?” He asks the Teacher “you can go after the lesson.” The teacher replies bluntly. Unable to wait until the lesson finishes he gets up and walks out the door the teacher follows him and stops him in the hall. “If you’re going to walk out of this class you’re going to keep walking to the principals office.” Lectures the teacher. Charlie turns around and walks back to the teacher, hes already lost a few spurt of pee “Look. I have a medical condition and if you dont let me leave in the next ten seconds you’re going to have to deal with the mess.” He says sternly. He rushes off before the stunned teacher can answer. He bolts into the closest bathroom almost completely losing control he shut the stall door and takes off his pants as fast as he can. Some lands of the floor when he pulls himself out towards the toilet. His shoulder slump as he finally gets relief. Charlies diaper is pretty damp but it can probably hold a small wetting “I hate school.” Scoffs Charlie as he fixes himself back into the diaper. When he walks back into the classroom the teacher doesnt say anything. Katie giggles to herself when he comes back into the classroom. Charlie avoids making eye contact and sits back at his desk. Charlie gets a text from Jess saying shes picking up a double shift and the wont be able to meet him after school. Charlie stays for the last class and leaves as soon as the bell rings, irritated with the day he doesnt use the school bathroom he just wants to go home. On the walk home he start to potty dance a bit and grab himself when no one can see. Charlie storms into the house and rushes up stairs. Emelia and Lisa look at each other from across the kitchen “must have been a bad day..” says lisa worried. “Dont bug him, he probably just needs to blow off some steam” says Emelia. Upstairs Charlie locks the door and flops down onto the unchanged bed and lets it all go. He burries his face in Jessica’s pillow and just wets, and wets, and wets. His diaper starts leaking and the pee begins pooling under him wetting his sweater and re-wetting the dried sheets. He doesnt care though the mattress has a plastic protective cover. After a few minutes he’s absolutely soaked, his clothes the bed, everything. He sobs into his sisters pillow wishing she were there. Charlie reaches under his pillow and grabs the hidden soother. Much like a child after an overwhelming day he cries it out and eventually falls asleep.
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Chapter 9
Charlie was already late so he went to the bathroom before heading to his next class. He’s got Katie on the brain so he doesnt get much done. Its already time for lunch and he starts walking home. In the back trail close to their house he notices some boys fighting. Charlie gets closer and sees that one of those boys is Ethan! He runs up and pulls the boys apart “hey! Ethan get off him!”. His younger brother continued to swing as Charlie pulled him off the other boy who run off. “Lets go inside okay” Charlie takes Ethan into the house. No one is home except them. Ethan catches his breath and wipes some blood from his nose. Charlie grabs a washcloth and helps him wipe off the blood and dirt “whats happening with you lately?” Charlie asks concerned. Ethan looks down at his feet “They tease me at school.. they say that were poor and that dad is just a drunk..” Charlie hugs Ethan. “Why didnt you tell me?” He says to Ethan. “I was worried id get in trouble for fighting so much.. you know how Emelia is..” admits Ethan. “Dont worry I wont tell her. Jess can get you some new clothes since the old ones are getting ratty. We may not be rich but we have everything we need okay?” Says Charlie. Ethan smile “thanks Charlie.” “And if anyone is bugging you again tell them they’ll have to deal with me.” Charlie pats his brother on the shoulder. Charlie pulls out some cereal for lunch and makes his brother a bowl as well. They have lunch together a talk about things before they have to go back to school. Charlie heads up stairs and pulls down his pants he changes his diaper before heading back to school, after all the commotion this morning it was pretty soaked. All cleaned up he heads back to school. The teacher advises everyone that it is a senior advanced english and that no students will be permitted to use the washroom until after class “you’re adults not babies, there will be no disturbances.” The teacher says sternly. Katie glances back at Charlie who had made a scene yesterday about leaving. Charlie taps his foot in the back of the classroom. About fifteen minutes later hes shifting in his seat trying not to squirm too noticeably. Another ten minutes goes by and Charlie raises his hand. “If youre to have another outburst Charlie dont come back to my classroom.” Says the teacher calling him out. Charlie’s had behavioural problems at school before. A few giggles are heard and Charlie blushes and puts his hand down. The teacher goes back to the lesson, Katie watches Charlie squirm. 35 minutes left theres no way he cant make it. Slowly he spreads his clenched thighs and relaxes back in his chair. He starts peeing into his diaper he can feel the warmth spreading and the padding expanding. He lets out a sigh and a shiver, atleast he can focus on the lesson now. He doesnt notice Katies eyes on him from across the room. Finally the bell rings and she meets up with him in the hallway. “Want to come outside with me?” She offers. “Sure” Charlie smiles “didnt you have to go to the bathroom?” Questions Katie. “No im fine, let go outside” He says walking past the washrooms. “That teacher is pretty strict huh?” She says lighting her smoke. “Shes a bitch.” Says Charlie squirming a bit as his diaper grows cold. Katie offers him a cigarette, he takes a drag and passes it back to her. “Are you sure you’re okay Charlie? Your awfully.. anxious today.” She says blushing not meeting his eyes. Charlie stops squirming “School stresses me out. Hope you dont think i’m weird” He brushes his hair back and gives her a look. She blushes “I dont think you’re weird.. I think you’re sweet.” She grabs his hand and hold it in hers. Charlie shivering the cool fall air made his soaked diaper freezing. “Wow you’re really cold.” She notices. “Um.. yeah I hate the cold I should go back inside. Ill call you later.” He kisses her on the cheek and heads off inside the school. Charlie is shifting and uncomfortable all afternoon finally he gets home and flies into the bedroom were Jessica is folding laundry. “Need a change?” She asks watching her brother strip off his pants immediately upon entering the room. “Yesss” whines Charlie as he reaches down into his diaper to scratch. She gets him onto the change table and removes the diaper “Ouch! Jess it burns!” He continues squirming on the padding. “Awe sweetie you have a rash” Jess grabs some cream and starts applying it to Charlie irritated skin “Ah its cold!” Charlie whines continuing to squirm “stop moving im almost done.” Jess assured and she re diapers him. “If you wet come get me right away, sitting in it will make it worse.” Charlie nods and climbs down to put some sweat pants on. “Thank you” he blushes. He reaches out his phone to text Katie. For the rest of the evening hes often texting her back and fourth. At the dinner table hes constantly looking down at his phone. “Charlies got a girl friendddd.” Teases his younger brother and sister who laugh together. “Shut up” Charlie ruffles Ethans hair. “ a girl?” Jess asks concerned. “Yeah shes in my class shes new this year.” Charlie says nonchalantly. “Just be careful, make sure you can trust her.” Jess often worried about Charlies lifestyle effecting his ability to have relationships. “Were not doing stuff like that were just... friends right now.” Charlie says smilling back down at his phone. “Dinner phone away please.” Emelia chimes in. Everyone finishes eating and goes into the living room to watch a movie together. Charlie curls up on Jessicas lap and she wraps a blanket around him. As the movie goes on Charlie can feel his bladder filling and soon he needs to pee pretty bad. Jess can feel him wiggling in her lap “Charlie do you have to go pee?” She asks. “No im okay.” He lies. “Charlie you dont want your rash to get worse.” Jess says and Lisa starts giggling. Charlie blushes bright red “Okay maybe I have to go a little..” Jess picks him up and brings him upstairs to the bathroom. Charlie squirms in her arms and loses a bit of pee which warms the diaper. He bites his lip and continues to squirm in her arms. She takes off the diaper and sets him down on the toilet. He reaches out to grad her hand. “Charlie if you want a girl friend you’re going to have to start going potty when you need to.” She says concerned. “I do. I just dont feel it most of the time and all of a sudden I have to go really bad.” He says getting up “are you mad at me for talking to her.” He says looking down at the ground. “No Charlie! I just want you to be careful, because not everyone would understand.” She says meeting his eyes. “ I promise ill be careful.” He smiles, Jess hugs her brother “if you need me to beat anyone up I will.” They laugh. “Lets go watch the movie.” Says Charlie and they head back downstairs. |
Chapter 10
Charlie and Katie starts to become closer and spend more time together. Theyve begun to form a bond and Charlie finally decides to take her out on a date. He’s not sure how things will work out but hes willing to take the chance. Charlie walks up to Katie in the hallway its finally friday. “Hey you.” She smiles when she spots him. “Hey Katie.” Charlie brushes back his brown hair and looks up at her with his beautiful blue eyes. She blushes slightly “When I moved here I was really scared, but youve made me really happy i’m glad I came here.” She says admittedly. Charlie smiles and takes her hands in his. “Would you like to go out with me tonight?” He smiles bitting his lip a little nervous. “Like a date?” She smiles back. “Like a date.” He says. Katie pulls him in a kisses him till the bell rings sending them off to different classes “I can pick you up in my car at 7?” She asks. “Sounds great.” Charlie agrees then has to head off in the other direction. Hes excited he doesnt think about much else. At home he gets into the shower to get cleaned up for tonight. Jess brings in a fresh change for him as he steps out of the shower. “Whats wrong?” He asks when he notices her distraught expression. “I just hope you’re sure about her.” She says not wanting to be discouraging. “I’m sure.. I really like her. She likes me too.” He says drying off with a towel. Jess bends down to start diapering him. “Dont forget to use the bathroom, you wouldnt want to have an accident on your date.” She says as she hands him a clean pair of jeans. Charlie blushes “I will do my best.” He pulls on a shirt and hugs his sister “Goodluck Charlie. Shes a lucky girl.” She hugs him tight. Charlie finishes getting ready and heads out to the car waiting for him. Katie has her hair in loose curls and she has her makeup done. Charlie says “you look beautiful.” She smiles “Thank you. So um you wanted to go to the movies?” She asks “Yeah lets go.” He says and they drive off Jess peaking on them from the upstairs window. They get to the theater and Charlie buys their tickets. He glances over to the washrooms and debates going before the movie. Katie grabs his hand and motions towards the entrance of their movie. He smiles at her and they head in to the movie. They sit in the back row and continue to hold hands as the lights dim. Charlie starts tapping his foot slightly. As the movie goes on he can start to feel his bladder alerting him but he ignores it not wanting to leave Katie’s side. A romantic scene comes on and Charlie’s already shifting slightly in his seat. Katie notices this but doesnt say anything. As the characters on the screen begin to embrace each other Charlie turns Katies chin with the tip of his finger. He pulls her in gently for a kiss. They kiss silently in the back row hidden bt the darkness. Charlie’s nervousness gets the best of him and he starts to wet a bit while he kisses her. The scene ends and Katie sits back in her seat. Charlie regains control and stops wetting. His diaper is damp but it can hold another wetting. Charlie stops squirming having released some pressure and he relaxes back in his seat. They laugh together and enjoy the movie. When it finishes they go back to Katies car and things get more serious. The romantic movie had made an impression and they continue to kiss and makeout more passionately “I like you Charlie.” She whispers to him “I like you too Katie.” He breathes between kissing her neck. She moans gently and reaches down and places her hand on his thigh. Charlie pulls away. “Whats wrong?” She says. Charlie doesnt reply he just looks down sheepishly. “Im sorry if that was too fast.. we dont have to-“ she apologized. Charlie cuts her off by saying “No I really wish I could tell you, I just..” he trails off not knowing what to say. “You can tell me.. Charlie you’re special to me. I promise whatever it is It will stay just between us.” She assures him. His heart is beating fast “i’m not... normal, I guess.” He shifts in his seat. “I.. umm. I have to wear.. protection because of my condition. So its hard for me to be sexual.” He says uncomfortable. “It’s okay Charlie... I promise it wont change the way I feel about you.” She places her hand caringly on his shoulder. “And to be honest.. I had my suspicions.” She admits. Charlie looks at her wide eyed “what do you mean?” He asks. “Well the day we met you were drinking formula.. after that I kinda notices some things. Sometimes you’re really squirmy and anxious and then youre... not” she blushes insinuating he had been peeing discreetly. Charlie blushes bright red “you probably think im a freak.” He drops his face into his hands. “No! Charlie i’m really glad you told me because... I think its kinda hot.” She blushes redder than him. Charlie looks back up at her “you think its... hot?” He lets out a laugh bewildered. She blushes deeply “I’m sorry if thats like too much.” Charlie smiles and begins kissing her again. They continue to kiss more passionately now. “Do you want to see?” Asks Charlie. She bites her lip and nods gently. Charlie lowers his hands and begins unbuttoning his pants. He undoes the zipper revealing the partially wet diaper. Katie smiles “can I feel?” Charlie blushes and nods still smilling. She reaches down slowly and runs her fingers along the front of the diaper. “Wow” she says under her breath as she does so. Charlie shifts slightly in his seat bladder still full from the movie. “You like that?” He asks seductively. She continues to rub the front of the diaper “mm hmm, a lot.” She replies. “I have to pee, do you want me to wet it?” He asks. She bites her lip and nods yes quickly. Charlie relaxes in the passengers seat of the car and closes his eyes. Soon she can feel the warmth pooling into the diaper and the padding expands agaisnt her hand inside his jeans. You can hear the faint hissing sound as he finishes soaking his diaper. Katie rubs the front of the diaper as he finishes wetting. He opens his eyes and smiles at her sheepishly “I really had to pee.” She moves her hand away so he can rebutton his pants. Katies smiles and looks away briefly bitting her nail. “What?” Charlie smiles. She pulls him in for a hug after she starts the car and whispers into his ear “We’re going to have a lot of fun Charlie.” |
Chapter 11
Charlie walks in to the bedroom where Jess is sleeping. He quietly changes himself and climbs into bed with nothing but a tea shirt and a diaper. He’s still smiling from ear to ear, he cant believe the night hes had. He drifts off the sleep and dreams about Katie. The sunlight peaks through the curtains and Jess rolls over to wake up Charlie “how was your date?” She smirks. He shifts his diaper feels.. weird. He smiles “it was amazing.” She smiles “that great.” She lift the covers and sees Charlie could use a change. He reaches out to be picked up. Charlie shifts uncomfortable “Are you getting another rash?” Jess asks. “I don’t think so..” he responds. She lies him down on the change table and undoes the tapes. Jess gasps and starts giggling “Charlie... I think you had another kind of wet dream last night...” she grabs a wipe and cleans him up quickly. Charlie’s cheeks burn bright red “omg i’m so sorry Jess.” He covers his face. Jess smiles awkwardly “its okay.. i guess you had a REALLY great date.” She laughs. Charlie is mortified “Jess!” He whines. “Okay okay ill stop.” She laughs as she re diapers him and sits him on the edge of the bed. “I got to run to work, be good today.” She kisses him on the fore head and starts getting changed into office clothes. Charlie grabs his phone and starts texting Katie. Jess pulls her hair into a ponytail and puts on some mascara befor rushing down the stairs. “Love you!” Charlie yells after her pulling on his own pants. He texts katie that hed like to meet up with her. She agrees to meet up, he heads downstairs. Emelia is making a grocery list. Charlie grabs his bag and notices there are only a few diapers left. “Hey Emelia since you’re going to the store and Jess is at work do you think you could get me a pack of diapers.” He asks. “Okay Charlie...” Emelia sighs. Charlie never asks her because he knew she didnt think he needed them. “Thanks.” He waves and heads out the door with an apple. Soon he meets up with Katie they spend the whole afternoon talking and fooling around. They lay on the bed in her room. Charlie fidgets slightly. “Do you have to pee?” Katie blushes. Charlie nods. “Well thats your last diaper, do you want to use the bathroom?” She offers. “No its okay my sister Emelia is picking up more for me.” He assures sitting up and climbing on top of her. “Okay one more time.” Katie giggles as Charlie pull down his pants slightly so his diaper rest on her waist. “Babe do you need to have an accident?” She asks still giggling excitedly. Charlie whines and grabs himself squirming in place. Finally losing control he starts peeing. Quickly the diaper starts filling and sagging onto her. Charlie relaxes as he goes. She sits up slightly and runs her finger along the edge of the diaper before pulling the waist band towards her. “Hmm I think someone needs a change.” She teases. “I’m sowwy.” He smirks at her and stands up pulling up his pants. “I do have to run though.” He grabs his jacket. “Awe okay, call me later?” She asks biting her lip slightly. “Of course” he kisses her on the fore head and heads out of the room. He smiles the whole way home but shivers as the cool winds make the soaked diaper grow cold. He walks into the kitchen through the back door and his smile drops. Jess is sitting at the table drinking a glass of vodka with sprite by the looks she had on her face he knew something was wrong. Then he saw the pakage of pull ups on the counter. “Whats are those?” He demands to Emelia. “Charlie you can use the toilet like the rest of us. If you start leaking it wont show.” She states folding her arms. “But what if I have an accident!” He says a little louder. “You’ll be fine Charlie youre a big boy.” She says stubbornly. Jess takes a sip of her drink staring off into space as they faught across from her. Charlie grabs the pakage and stomps upstairs. He changes into one because the diaper he was wearing was already uncomfortable. He feels the padding on the pullup “its so thin theres no way it would hold.” He says to him self nervously. He knew Emelia had said something bad to Jess. He scoffs and puts his pants back on. For the rest of the evening Charlie is in and out of the bathroom every ten minutes. Emelia brushes it off as Charlie being overdramatic. Jess still sitting at the table sipping a drink. Lisa and Ethan do their homework at the kitchen table with Jess. Ethan eyes up her drink. “Do you want to try a sip?” She proposes. “Yes!” says the excited preteen boy. She lets lisa try first. “Yuck! It tastes like bug spray!” Then Ethan takes a sip too “this is awesome!” He says and Jess swipes the glass away from him. “What the hell is wrong with you!?” Emelia shouts as she walks in the from living room. “It was just a sip-“ ethan begins to whine. Emelia gets closer to Jess and yells “you’re going to ruin all these kids!” She takes the glass away from her. Jess turns around grabs her jacket and slams the door behind her. Ethan and Lisa sit silently at the table. Jess doesnt come to bed that night. Charlie stays up all night tossing, turning, and worrying. In the morning they come down to find Jess asleep on the couch still in her jacket. Their father passed out in the arm chair bottle still in hands. The rest of the family eat breakfast in the other room. Emelia sits next to Charlie who looks exhausted drinking a cup of coffee. “I need you to come up town with me today. We’ll take dads truck while hes here.” She says. Charlie looks up at her “why do I have to come?” He snaps. “Because you need to deposit that cheque grandma gave you if you want to keep your cellphone.” She advises. Charlie rolls his eyes and stands up from the table. “Go pee then we’ll go!” She tells him. Charlie stomps off in his pull-up to use the bathroom. After he finishes they head off in the truck to the bank, about a fifteen minute ride from their house. Charlie taps his foot in the passengers seat. When they get there she hands him the cheque and he steps out of the truck and into the bank. Theres a long line of people ahead. He squirms slightly in place and looks around but no bathrooms. He doesnt want to lose his place in line so he decides to hold it. As he finally reaches the teller hes practically potty dancing infront of everyone in the bank. He has his cheque deposited into their account and quickly rushes off. As he runs out of the bank he begins wetting uncontrollably. “No no no!” He says as the pull up leaks and dampens his jeans. He flies into the truck. He grabs onto his crotch tightly but he cant gain control. He soaks his pants and it begins to run down his legs. Stunned Emelia begins “I’m sorry Charl-“ “Just take me home!” He cuts her off still holding himself. She drives him home and they walk into the house. As soon as he sees Jess in the kitchen he loses it and just runs into her arms. He starts crying holding onto her pants drenched. “Oh sweetie.” She pulls Charlie upstairs leaving everyone stunned. In the bathroom Charlie wipes away his tears and Jess starts a bath. She helps him get cleaned up and tries to soothe him best she can. Charlie drains the tub and wraps himself in nothing but a robe. He can hear someone in the hall and opens the bathroom door. All of a sudden you can hear a splashing sound. Charlie grabs himself “Shit!” He darts into the bedroom. Emelia who was in the hallway sees all this and feels worse. Jess steps out of the bathroom and looks at her sister coldly. She steps over the puddle and into their bedroom leaving Emelia to clean it up. Once in the bedroom she notices the new pack of diapers on the bed. Charlie give Jess a devious smile “I dont think Emelia will be bugging us anymore.” He rips open the pakage, she must have gone to the store again. Jess still sobering up realizes the stunt he had pulled. “Charlie did you really have an accident or did you do this on purpose?” She whispers to him. Charlie blushes slightly “I really did have accident at the bank.. but the hallway was just the cherry on top.” He laughs. “Shhh!” He pushes her brother play fully and he tapes on a diaper.
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Chapter 12
Charlie notices Jessica is acting off, hungover definitely. She seemed sad too “Jess what happened last night? Where were you?” He asks gently. She sits on the edge of the bed, dark bags under her eyes , pale skin, and her eyeliner smeared. Tears begin to run down her cheeks “I’m sorry I’m a bad sister Charlie.” She sobs. Charlie hugs his sister tight “You’re the best sister!” He exclaims. She continue to cry into his arms. “Whatever Emelia said... shes wrong okay.” He tries to reassure her. Jess doesnt reply she pulls away from Charlie and he wipes her tears. “I think I just need some time alone Charlie...” She stands up and walks out of the room. He can feel his heart become heavy he doesnt know what to do to make things better for her. Downstairs their father was at the table with the other sibling having breakfast. When Charlie comes down Jess is already gone. He sighs and sits at the table with the rest of them. “You plan on staying for awhile dad?” Emelia questions in patronizing tone. “I missed your food darling.” He smiles arrogantly. “Maybe we should start charging you, you never pay for any of it.” She scolds. He reached into his pocket and slams a stack of bills on the table and returns to his breakfast. Shocked Emelia gets up and takes the money. Their father usually spent all his money at the bar. She counts 230$ atleast it would feed them for awhile.. Charlie finishes his toast and grabs his bag for school he gives Emelia a cold look as he leaves. Charlie meets up with Katie on the walk to school. “Can I have a smoke?” He ask her “yeah sure” she passes him one and he lights it taking a long drag. She knew something was wrong when he smoked. “Is everything okay Charlie?” She asks him worried. “Just shit at home... you dont have to worry about it.” He gives her a half hearted smile and kisses her cheek. Charlie doesnt say anything else about what happened at home. Throughout the day he cant focus on whats going on. Katie suggests he come home with her after school to which he agrees. They walk down to hall to her room “We’re home alone Charlie.” She says to him seductively. She lays down on the bed and motions for him to join her. Charlie blushes “I might need a change first..” he says sheepishly. “I can change you.” She perks up. Charlie pulls off his bag which has changing supplies and spare diapers. “Are you sure..? I can do it.” He smiles awkwardly. “Please? I think it would be cute.” She blushes. Charlie pulls out some wipes and hands them to her. He lay back on the bed and she gently pulls off his sweatpants. Katie admires the soaked diaper her boyfriend was wearing. She undoes the tapes and starts to wipe. Charlie blushes as he starts getting hard “Sorry.. ive never had a girlfriend change me before.” He smiles sheepishly. Katie removes the wet diaper leaving Charlie half naked on the bed. “Well we cant re diaper you like that..” she pulls off her shirt. Charlie sits up slightly to get a better view. She moves closer to him beside the bed. He reaches up her skirt to slide off her panties. She pulls down her skirt and climbs ontop of Charlie. They begin to kiss passionately as he runs his finger gently threw her hair. She reaches into the drawer of the night stand and pulls out a condom. “Oh right. Its been awhile.” He admits ripping it out of the pakage. Soon they begin to make love passionately. Charlie didnt get very many opportunities to have sex. She moans as she straddles him. He runs his fingers along her curves “you’re so beautiful.” He whispers in her ear and he gets closer. After they finish they lie side by side in bed as they catch their breath. He memorizes the details of her face as she lies naked beside him. She sits up and grabs the fresh diaper and tapes him into it. “Well ive never been changed like that before.” He says and they laugh together. Jessica misses her shift at the office. Charlie and Katie cuddle in bed together “do you want to spend the night?” She asks noticing its getting late. “I should probably go home Jess will worry.” He says sitting up. “Okay..” she sighs wishing he would stay. He gets dressed and kisses her before leaving. The walk home is dark and cold Charlie hopes Jess would be back when he got home. He climbs the steps and opens the back door. Ethan sitting at the table alone visibly upset he turns quickly to look at Charlie as he comes inside. “Hey Ethan is everything okay..?” He asks gently sitting down beside him. “Jess didnt come home and its all my fault.” He replies distraught. “What happened?” He asks trying to stay calm. “The other night before she didnt come home I wanted to try some of her drink.. then Emelia caught us and she started yelling at her. Jess didnt even say anything she just slammed the door and didnt come back.” Ethan explains voice cracking as he got more upset. Charlie hugs his younger brother “thats not your fault. Emelia and Jess have stuff to work out that we dont know about...” he says still hugging Ethan. “Is Jess okay?” He asks Charlie. “Shes not home?” Charlie asks worried. “No ones seen her since this morning.” Ethan looks towards the living room “I thought you were her when you came home.” Ethan gets up to look out the window. “Go to bed buddy im sure she’ll be home soon.” He says trying to sound calm. “Okay.. goodnight Charlie.” Ethan yawns as he climbs the stairs. Charlie makes himself a bottle of formula and lies down on the couch in the dark living room. He sips on his bottle which soothes him enough to fall asleep. He wakes to the chaos of the family getting ready. Charlie sits up and sees his father sitting in the arm chair smoking a cigarette. “Good morning sunshine.” He teases. Charlie sits up and notices his crotch a bit damp and the couch has a small stain. “You shouldnt drink so much before bed.” He points to the empty bottle Charlie had been drinking the formula from. “Oh yeah how many times have you pissed yourself drunk?” Charlie says half smilling. “Fuck off.” His dad laughs. Emelia enters the living room “No Jess?” She asks quietly. “No.” Charlie gives her a sad look. Emelia looks at their father who is smoking “go find her.” She demands. “How would I find her?” He asks then takes another drag before Emelia grab the cigarette from him and throws it in the ashtray “You guys like to hangout in the same gutters, now go find your daughter!” She yells. “Nice fucking respect.” He scoffs and he lights another cigarette. Charlie gets up and goes upstairs to change out of his wet pants. He notices a rash beginning to form and changes himself quickly. He doesnt have time for a shower, so he restocks his bag and heads down the stairs. “What about breakfast?” Lisa calls to her brother. “No time!” Says Charlie rushing out the door to meet Katie. Katie smiles and waves when she sees Charlie. He gives her a hug and they keep start walking to school. “How are things?” She asks. “No Jess.” He responds knowing thats what she was really wondering when she asked. “I’m sorry Charlie.” She says. Katie takes out her pack of cigarettes. She offers one to Charlie, he takes it and lights it. Smoke in mouth he tries to text Jess but it doesnt deliver. Where was she?
Edited November 27, 2018 by cherry65
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