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Chapter 14 A few days go by. Their father was still around which was nice but with Jess gone things started falling apart, especially Charlie. Katie sat in class waiting but the desk where Charlie usually sat was empty. She worries and texts him but receives no reply. Charlie had skipped school and went to the officer where Jess used to work part time during the day. The clerk advises him that her position had been terminated due to her not showing up and their inability to contact her. Charlie thanks the clerk and leaves the office. Outside he lights a cigarette and walks down the street. He was up to half a pack a day now. Charlie looked rough to say the least he hadnt slept for days but he was determined to find Jess. He didnt know exactly where she worked night shift. No one he asks knew either. He had a suspicion his father knew but he had just finished his days off and had left to go back to work at the factory. Charlie searched all day but had no luck finding her, he debated reporting her missing. Usually if she left it was only for a night or two never this long. Charlie walks over to the school to wait for his girlfriend. He leans against her car as he had been walking all day. He sighs looking at the time he had to pee but he didnt want to go inside the school because he had skipped. He lights up a smoke and wets a bit accidentally as he did so. He shifts slightly he had less control because he hadnt really been holding it much lately. Katie leaves at the final bell. She grabs her things and heads out to the school parking lot. She spots Charlie leaning on her car smoking. “Charlie!” She exclaims and runs up to embrace him. “Hey beautiful.” He kisses her. “Why havent you answered my texts?” She asks. “Sorry I couldnt pay my phone bill this month.” He replies. He had spent his money on diapers because he wouldnt ask Emelia again. “Oh im sorry..” she says watching him smoke. “Did you want to come over?” She offers hopefully. “Sure.” He smiles and they get into the car. Once they pull in Charlie notices another car in the drive way. “Shit is your mom here?” He asks nervously he feels his diaper dampen more. He was dirty, tired, and reaked of smoke he didnt want to meet her mother this way. “Its fine shes always so busy with my baby brother she wont even notice us.” She assures him. Charlie nods and they start towards the house. Once inside you can hear a baby crying from another room. She pulls Charlie down the hall and into her bedroom. “Um do you mind if I use the bathroom?” He asks awkwardly. “Yeah go ahead its right across the hall.” She points towards the door. “Thanks” he says leaving the room. In the bathroom he stands infront of the toilet but he cant go. “Come on come on...” he whispers under his breath. He had a hard time using other peoples washrooms. He usually would have just gone in his diaper but he didnt want to waste them. He slumps his sholders and tries to relax. After a few moments hes finally hears the splashing of his urine in the toilet. He scratches the diaper rash on his inner thigh as he finished. He tucks himself back into the semi wet diaper and washes his hands. He walks into Katies bedroom and lies on the bed with her. “Do you want to watch a movie?” She asks turning on the TV on the wall. “Sounds perfect.” He smiles cuddling up to her. She giggles and turns on Neflix. Charlies stomach starts growling audibly “Wow, hungry Charlie?” Katie asks curiously. “No im okay..” he lied he had been too stressed to eat. “Im going to order a pizza.” She smirks pulling out her phone. “Only if youre hungry.” He says. “Who doesnt like pizza?” She replies shoving him playfully. Soon the pizza is delievered and Charlie cant help but eat a few pieces. “I knew you were hungry.” She says bitting into her own slice. “You caught me.” He shrugs. Stomach full Charlie falls asleep cuddling with Katie. She played with his hair as he slept. He had looked so tired she was glad he was able to sleep. When the movie finishes he wakes up and sits up abruptly. “Whats wrong?” She asks startled. “I cant sleep here.” He says sitting on the edge of the bed. “My mom doesnt care, I promise.” She says placing her hand gently on his sholder. “Its not that...” he trails off. He shifts slightly and looks at his feet. “What is it Charlie?” She asks gently. “Im a bed wetter...” He answers quietly “and I dont have any extras with me.” He continues looking at the floor. “Well I think I can fix that.” She says getting up and walking towards the closet. She opens the door and theres a pack of unopened diapers. He looks up at her “did you buy those for me?” A small smile beginning to form. “I know Jess usually bought them for you.. and this way you could spend the night.” She blushes slightly. “Okay, ill stay but I have to call my house. If I dont come home Emelia will kill me.” He says. She gives him a big hug and passes him her cell phone. “Hello” Ethan answers. “Hey bud can you tell Emelia im going to spend the night at Katies?” He asks. “Sure. Find anything out about Jess?” Ethan asks hopefully. “No... nothing. Try not to worry too much, she always comes back.” He says trying to be reassuring. “Okay Charlie, have a goodnight.” He says. “You too. Bye.” He hangs up and passes the phone back to Katie. She notices his expressions change. “Do you want to talk about it?” She offers gently. “I wish I knew what set her off.” He says still not meeting eyes. “Have you asked Emelia?” She says sitting next to him on the bed. “No she’d bite my head off.” He says lying down. Katie sighs and pulls out a diaper “need this?” She asks. Charlie blushes slightly and nods. “Want me to change you?” She offers. “Yes please.” He blushes pulling down his pants. She changes him and they crawls under the covers together. For the first time in awhile Charlie sleeps through the night, Katie in his arms.
Chapter 15 Charlie comes home early before everyone starts getting ready. As he sneaks in Ethan is already up and sitting on the couch. “Hey what are you doing up at 6:30?” He asks Ethan surprised to see him. “I havent been sleeping great...” he admits glancing over at the door. “I havent really been sleeping either.” Charlie sits next to him on the couch. “Can I ask you something Charlie?” Asks Ethan. “Sure, anything.” He replies. “Well since Jess has been gone what do you do about your night time problems...?” Ethan shifts uncomfortably. “Well to be honest it hasnt been going great... why?” He asks and Ethan doesnt answer. “Are you wetting the bed again?” Charlie asks Ethan. Ethan nods “more often since Jess left.” He admits. “Im sorry bud.. its probably just stress.. do you want to sleep with me tonight?” He offers. “Yeah sure, thanks Charlie.” He hugs his brother. “Does Emelia know.. youve been having trouble..?” Charlie asks. Ethan shakes his head “you know shes grossed out by that stuff.” He replies. “Well dont be shy you can always come to me okay?” He says placing his hand on Ethans shoulder. “Okay.” Ethan smiles. “Hey youre home!” Lisa comes down and hugs Charlie. “Of course im home” Charlie laughs a little. “I was worried.” Lisa says not letting go. “Why? I called last night. Ethan did you tell them I was staying at Katies?” Charlie asks. “I forgot.” Ethan shrugs and goes off into the kitchen to make breakfast. Charlie shakes his head and follows into the other room. Emelia is making coffee. “Jeez Charlie when was the last time you took a shower?” She says watching him walk into the kitchen. He had been wearing the same hoodie and pants for a few days now, his hair was dirty and he had bags under his eyes. “And I got a call from the school yesterday..” she continues. “I was out looking for Jess” he interupts her. “Oh... did you find out anything?” She asks sounding softer. “Only that she hasnt been back to the office.. I dont know where she worked construction.” He says grabbing a cup of coffee. “Since when do you drink coffee?” Lisa asks pouring cereal. “Since I stopped sleeping.” He smiles taking a sip of his coffee. “She worked contracting for some company.. they would place her wherever they needed her.” Says Emelia. “Do you think she could be in the city?” Charlie perks up. “She could be...” says Emelia trailing off. “Do you think she’s with dad?” Asks Ethan. Their father left for work in the city for weeks at a time. He stays at housing provided by the company so he could get drunk every night without having to drive all the way home. “I really wish I knew.” Says Emelia looks down at her cup of coffee. Charlie starts eating some cereal at the table with Lisa. Charlie is squirming slightly as he sips his coffee. He hadnt been to the washroom yet this morning. He looks around the room to make sure no one is watching and he reaches down to hold himself. He looks towards the stairs but decides against the climb. He continues to squirm and loses a few spurts. He tries to relax and begins wetting slightly. “Hey! Charlie I know that look on your face! Go to the bathroom!” Emelia yells to Charlie from across the kitchen pointing to the stairs. Charlie is barely able to regain control. He blushes, at being caught. Lisa and Ethan start giggling and Charlie gets up and heads towards the stairs still holding himself. Meanwhile in the city their father was just finishing graveyards shift at the factory. He headed into the closes bar and ordered a beer. After he takes a drink he wipes the foam from his lips and looks around the room. Sitting at the end of the bar was Jess. She was dirty, still wearing her clothes from her night shift on construction. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail he moves down to sit next to her. He notices her eyes were very glassy. “Hey kiddo.” Her dad nudges. “Hey dad.” She half smiles. “Another one for my daughter.” He calls to the bar tender. She had been drinking rum and coke but he had a feeling it wasnt the only thing she was on. The bar tender fills her glass and she takes drink “thanks.” She says. Her fathers sighs “You remind me so much of your mother. Smart, beautiful, soft.” He continues. She was smilling now, she takes another drink. “ I hope you’re stronger than her... Dont leave those kids like your mother did.” He then takes a drink of his beer. “I’m not good for those kids anymore” She says deflated. “Theyre falling apart without you. Jessica I know I havent always been around, and I havent been the best father... but you’ve always been there for those kids. They wouldnt have turned out as good as they are without you.” Tears started sliently running down her cheeks as he spoke. “Emelia doesnt want me there.” Says Jess still crying quietly. “Yes she does. I know she can be a bitch sometimes... but she gets that from me.” He smiles. “They say the one you fight with the most is most like you.” He sighs taking another drink from his beer. Jess had already finished her drink. “I cant go back.” She says. “Dont do it for me, do it for Lisa, Ethan, and Charlie.” She really started crying when he said this. He reached out to hug her and she hugs him back. At school Charlie is often squirming and tugging at his pants his diaper rash is driving him crazy. He didnt bother using the bathroom at school anymore. Katie had bought him enough diapers and he would change himself between classes or at lunch. With no one trying very hard he was losing control and regressing in his potty training. Charlie didnt care though the only things he cared about were finding Jess and being with Katie. “Charlie...” says Katie while walking home with him. “Yes babe?” He asks. “I know youre upset about Jess but do you think you could... clean up a bit?” She asks gently. “Oh... do I smell?” He blushes slightly. “Well you look pretty rough lately.” She admits. “I can’t shower...” he trails off. “How come?” She asks not wanting to offend him. “It burns...” he blushes looking down. “What burns?” She asks worried. “Well I havent really let you touch me lately... because I.. have a diaper rash.” He said the last part in a whisper. “Oh Charlie is there anything I can get for you?” She offers. “I have some cream at home.” He lied too embarrassed to ask her to buy it for him. He kisses her on the forehead. “Ill see you tomorrow?” He asks. “You sure you cant come over?” She says giving him a pouty lip. “Yes.. I need to stay with Ethan tonight.” She then kisses him on the lips “maybe you could spend the night this weekend?” She offers. “That sounds great.” He hugs her goodbye and heads home in the other direction. He fidgeted as he walked. He felt his bladder become full but his diaper was already wet. He made sure no one was around and he held himself as he walked quickly trying to make him home. He could feel the diaper warm under his hand and he grabbed himself tighter. Rushing to make it home he started getting nervous he was going to have an accident. He lost a few more spurts as he began losing control. Soon he was peeing and couldnt stop. He continued to rush home soon he can feel his hand become wet between his legs as his diaper began to leak. “Fuck!” He swore darting into his back yard. By the time he made it to the steps he had finished going and there was a wet spot on his pants. Not too big but definitely noticeable. He sighs looking down at the accident hed had. He reaches down to feel the soaked diaper sag and his legs are a bit wet. He blushes as he walks into the house hoping no one would see he darts up the stairs. In the bedroom he winces at the sting as he wipes himself. He looks through the things in the change table and find a container of rash cream. Jess usually handled things when he had a rash so he didnt really know what to do. He opens the container and theres only a little left. He puts some on and it soothes a bit. He re diapers himself and pulls on a new pair of pants. He sits on the bed and his face falls into his hands. Charlie begins crying silently to himself. Her clothes were still hanging in the closet and her pillow still smelled of cigarettes and her perfume. He missed Jess so much. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and opens the window. He sits near the ledge and smokes, tears still forming as he did. He blew the smoke outside so Emelia wouldnt find out he was smoking. Jess let him occasionally but Emelia would kill him if she caught him. “Dinner!” He hears called from downstairs. He puts out his smoke and throws the butt out the window. He wipes the tears from his cheeks and takes a deep breath before heading downstairs. All of them unaware that maybe for the first time their father had done something right.
Chapter 16 After dinner once it got late the boys headed upstairs. Charlie was ready for bed he wanted to offer Ethan a diaper incase he wet the bed but was too embarrassed to bring it up. He figured if Ethan wanted one he’d ask. Charlie would rather get peed on than have to diaper his brother. Charlie figured his situation was awkward enough for Ethan. “So you want to crash in here with me tonight?” Charlie said to Ethan who was in the hallway. Ethan nodded and headed into the room with Charlie. They turned off the light and got into bed it was around 10pm. They lied side by side in bed together the moonlight shined in through the window. It was a full moon. “Charlie?” Asked Ethan. “Yes?” He said. “Does your girlfriend know.. about your.. problem?” He asked shyly. Charlie blushed in the dark “umm yeah.. she does.” He replied. “Really? And shes still wants to date you?” He asked again. “Yeah why?” Charlie sounded a little offended. “Well if you can get a girlfriend who doesnt care if you piss your pants then why cant I get a girlfriend..” Ethan wondered. “Well you only just turned 13 you’ve got alot of time.” Charlie smiled trying to be reassuring. “What if I keep wetting the bed.. how will I sleep with girls?” Ethan looked at Charlie. Their father wasnt around for him to ask these questions. Charlie did his best “Well I mean youre not wetting the bed all the time right? And im sure you’ll grow out of it... besides theres alot going on in our lives right now.” Ethan nodded “Thanks Charlie. I hope it stops soon.” Charlie then yawned “good night bud.” He rolled over to face the wall. “Goodnight.” Ethan closed his eyes too. 6am rolled around quickly the sun was just starting to come up. The room was no longer very dark. Charlie still half asleep hears someone come into the bedroom. He groggily opens his eyes and sits up a bit and there she was. Jess. Standing in the door way holding a backpack still wearing her reflective vest, dirt on her face, messy blonde hair, and glassy eyes but she was still so beautiful. Charlie rubbed his eyes he didnt know if he was dreaming or not. “Jess!!” Ethan shouts when he sees her. Jess rushes over and flops onto the bed to give her brothers a big hug. Charlie would have wet himself in shock if he wasnt already soaked. “We missed you so much!” Ethan lached onto her first Charlie still in shock. “I missed you too!” She reached out for Charlie and he hugged her too. After a few moments she shifts slightly in the wet bed “oh wow who had an accident?” She laughed “Sorry...” the boys both said together. This made her laugh even more. Lisa wakes up and heads down the hall “Jess!” Exclaims Lisa excitedly Jess got up and hugged her sister. Charlie looked down his diaper had leaked too he wanted to get up but didnt want his whole family to see he had peed his pants. Ethan got up and snuck out of the room while the girls werent looking. His pants too were soaking wet. Jess glances over at Charlie “Sweetie is it okay if I have a minute alone with Charlie?” She said to Lisa. “No problem.” Lisa leaves the room. Jess closes the door and Charlie moves to the edge of the bed. The room was messy and the bed was soaked. Charlie still looked really rough but so did Jess. “Need a change?” She asked with a smile. Charlie nooded and stood up. He pulled down his wet pants. She could see his skin irratated around the edges of the wet diaper. She gasped when she removed the heavy diaper. “I know.. its bad.” Charlie blushed. Jess looked through the things on the change table. No cream. She went over to the closet, Charlie notices her swaying slightly. She rummaged around and came back with a new container of cream. Charlie watched her still not believing fully she was really there. She cleaned him up quickly and coated him with cream. She re diapered him though there werent many left. It felt so good. When she finished she stood up to look at Charlie. “Im sorry Charlie... for everything..” he pulled her in for a hug before she could finish. Standing there in a t shirt and a diaper held by his sister he couldnt help but start crying in her arms. She held onto him tightly a few tears streamed down her cheeks too. After awhile he finally let go, she wiped away his tears gently with her finger. “Lets go down stairs.” She smiled. He nodded and slid on a pair of jeans. As they headed down into the kitchen Jess froze at the bottom of the stairs when she saw Emelia standing there. Everyone was quiet. They stared at each other Jess looking like a hotmess and Emelia with her arms crossed. After what seemed like forever Emelia went up and hugged Jessica. “Im so glad you’re okay.” She said. Jess didnt hug her back. “Thanks.” Was all she said. Emelia let go “I- im sorry Jess.” “Its fine.” Jess cut her off again. She then turned to Charlie “Breakfast?” He nodded a little stunned by the situation. Jess was acting perky but he knew something was off. After they ate she helped the kids get ready for school. “Do I have to go?” Charlie whined he didnt want to leave her side. “Yes youve already missed enough days. School just started a few weeks ago.” Emelia chimes in. “A few weeks already?” Jess looked at the kids surprised. Charlie picks up his bag and kisses Jess on the cheek “Will I see you after school?” He asks. “I promise.” Jess held out her pinky and he took it in his. He smiled before letting go and heading out the door. He walked down the street smoking a cigarette he turns when he hears someone call his name. “Hey I was waiting for you...” Katie says running up to him. “Oh sorry... Jess came home ive been pretty spaced out.” He reached to give her a hug and she hugged him back “It’s okay im glad shes home safe!” She smiled happy for him. “Are you still coming over after school?” She asked hopeful. “I think im going to go home and spend some time with Jess.” He said finishing his smoke. “Oh okay, no problem.” She looked disappointed. Charlie had been really focused on finding her he had been spending less time with Katie lately. “Maybe you could come to my house tomorrow.” He offered. “Sure! Ive never been to your house.” She sounded excited. “Great.” Charlie smiled as they walked into the school with his arm around her. He spent lunch with Katie too he hoped he could spend the whole night with Jess. He also hoped that she would tell him what happened. When he got home Emelia was doing to dishes in the kitchen sink. “Where’s Jess?” He asked. “She asleep...” she said it weird. “Whats wrong?” He came closer. “She’s been asleep since you left.” Emelia said still washing dishes. Charlie went upstairs to check on her. She still had her work clothes on but the bed had been changed and washed. She was out cold but still breathing. He checked. Charlie glances down and notices her bag he quietly kneels down and unzips the bag. Inside theres some clothes makeup but at the bottom there was money. Alot of money. He hoped she got it from working construction. He also sees a bag of weed and a pack of cigarettes when he reaches for it he hears something else rattle in the bottom of the bag. Jess moans and begins to roll over. He swiftly and quickly zips the bag back up and creeps towards the bed to lie down with her. She wakes up a few moments later. Charlie relieved to not have been caught he brushes back her hair behind her ear. She slowly opens her eyes. She looked better. “Afternoon.” Charlie smiled. “Hey Charlie.” She rubbed her eyes. She reached down and pulls his waist band open to check his diaper. Soaked, as it was more often lately. “Wow someone needs a change.” She smirks. Charlie blushed “I’ve been having a hard time holding it lately..” he admitted. “Is that why theres barely any diapers?” She asked. “Well I didnt have any money to buy more.” He said truthfully. “Dont worry Charlie I’m not going anywhere now.” She promised. Charlie hoped she would stay but he worried about what else was in her bag.
Chapter 17 *Warning Chapter Contains Messing.” Jess loved to coddle Charlie and he knew it. She ran him a bath and helped him get undressed. He hadnt bathed since she left. The warm water felt so nice now that she had pretty much taken care of the rash. She noticed him squirm slightly in the tub. She hadnt asked him if he needed to pee before he got in. Jess shampoos his hair and washed him gently with a cloth. “If its alright Katie is going to come over tomorrow night.” Charlie said to his sister. She watched him squirming “So is she your girlfriend now?” She smirked. “Yes and I really like her.” Charlie blushed. “Does she know about everything?” She asked raising her brow. “Yes for the most part..” he lost a spurt of pee in the warm bath water. “So she doesnt care?” Jess asked curiously. “No she’s into it.” Charlie smirked deviously. Jess splashed some water at him “only you Charlie.” She laughed. He grabed himself a bit still blushing. “Just go Charlie.” She said drying off her hands. “In the tub?” He asked still holding himself. “Better than the floor.” She smiled. He couldnt really argue he had already went a bit and if he stood up he wouldnt be able to hold it. He looked at his sister for a moment and he slowly began to feel the warmth spread beneath his hands. He leaned back and relaxed as he peed in the tub. The warm water was soothing and he let out a small shiver as he finished. “There you go my big boy.” She ruffled his hair. He beamed when she praised him. He opens the tub drain and climbs out. Jess wraps him in towel. She diapers him and he puts on his bathrobe. She begins to undress and turns on the shower. He notices some bruises on the back on her arm. “Jess..” he ran his fingers gently across them. “Its just from work. Dont worry about it Charlie.” She smiled and climbs into the shower. Charlie doesnt say anything he just nods then leaves the room. When he goes into the bedroom her bag is no where to be found. Maybe she had caught him.. he worried. After she was finished showering they went downstairs for dinner. Everyone was alot more cheerful now that Jess had come back. “Maybe we could have a party tommorrow!” Ethan suggests. “Yes we should! To celebrate to return of our long lost sister” Charlie teases wrapping his arm around Jess. Jess blushes “you could bring Katie” . Excited they look at Emelia for approval. “Okay why not.” She smiled giving in. The kids cheered excitedly, tomorrow was friday. Emelia invited some of her friends from work and some others. Charlie went upstairs after dinner to call Katie to invite her. “So were having a party here tommorow night, id like it if you came.” Charlie smiled to himself. “Sure that sounds great!” She was excited. After he hung up he realized she had not met his family yet his stomach tightened. Coming to a family party meant their father would probably be there. He worried a bit then Jess came into the bedroom. “Everything okay?” She asked, he was holding his stomach. “Yeah...” he trailed off. He felt the pressure building he shiftly uncomfortably. “Charlie do you have to go..?” She asked. Charlie nodded “But I cant..” he sat on the bed. “Backed up?” She asked. He nodded again he had been so stressed out and hated using the toilet he hadnt been able to go. “Come here” she motioned to pick him up. “What why?” He didnt understand. “It’ll help.” She picked him up and he wrapped his legs around her waist and held onto her. She rocked him slowly and bounced him like a baby. “I wont be able to go Jess.” He argued he had been trying for a couple days. “Shhhh this always worked when you were younger.” She rubbed his back and began bouncing him quicker. His thumb inching closer to his mouth as he starting squirming in her arms. She could feel him tense up as he pushed. He sucked his thumb rhythmically. He never sucked his thumb infront of anyone except Jess. He whined slightly around his thumb as he went. “Thats my boy you can do it” she continued to rub his back and bounce him as he filled his diaper. He relaxed in her arms as he peed and finished. His diaper was heavy and full his cheeks were red but he felt so much better. “There we go, all done?” She asked and he just nodded. She lied him down on the changing mat he still sucked his thumb as she changed him. He smiles as she did so “You’re so cute sometimes you know that?” She smiled securing on the new diaper. “I love it that you let me be little.” He admitted shyly. “You’ll always be my little brother.” She helped him down from the changing table. “Can we cuddle?” He asked hopefully. “Of course I’m just going to throw his out.” She was holding a plastic bag with the messed diaper inside. “Oh right.” Charlie blushed bright red. She left for a few minutes and came back quickly and crawled into bed with him. He curled up in her lap resting his head on her shoulder. She reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a pacifier and offers it to him. “You knew?” He asks timidly taking it in his hand. “I see everything.” She joked and he put it in his mouth. Quickly he falls asleep in her arms the one place he felt safest. Once he was asleep Jess discreetly slips something. She sighs as she lies back with her brother still in her arms sucking quietly on his pacifier. Tomorrow would be the party and it would be one to remember.
Chapter 18 Charlie combed his hair and got ready to go meet up with Katie before the party. Their father had brought more than enough alcohol and Emelia’s friends started showing up other family friends did as well. It wasnt a huge crowd but they always had wild fun parties together. “You look nice.” Jess was leaning in the door way. “Thanks.” Charlie finished fixing his hair in the bathroom mirror. “You wanna go potty before you leave?” She offered. “Do I have to?” Charlie groaned. “Well not unless you wanna risk having an accidnent infront of everyone.” She reminded him. “Fine..” Charlie sighed. Jessica came into the bathroom and closed the door. Charlie stood infront of the toilet but nothing was happening. “See I dont have to go.” Charlie re zipped up his pants. “When was the last time you used to toilet Charlie?” She asked not letting him leave so fast. Charlie shrugged and looked away. “Cmon Charlie.” She pointed him back towards the toilet and pulled down his pants for him to sit on the toilet. Still nothing. Charlie shifted uncomfortably unable to go on the toilet. “Maybe you need a training potty again.” She suggested. Charlie thought about it “maybe it would be easier to get used to..” he liked the idea. Jess helped him pull his pants back up. “If you need a change later dont be shy to tell me.” She assured him. “Thank you, or Katie can change me.” He blushed. “Oh. She changes you..?” Jess was surprised. “Sometimes.” Charlie blushed redder. “Okay well go meet up with her so she isnt waiting.” Charlie hugged his sister and then left. He was happy she didnt make him sit there until he peed. Truthfully he had been so used to going whenever he needed to he never tried to use the toilet anymore. He liked the idea of a potty though... He thought about it as he walked to meet Katie. “Hey beautiful.” He came up to her and kissed her. She hugged and kissed him back it was starting to get cold they could see their breath. “I’m excited to meet your family.” She lit up a smoke and offered him one. He took it and lit it “Thanks, I cant smoke at my house my family doesnt know.” “Oh okay no problem.” She said smoking quickly before they got to his house. It had already started to get dark and they could hear the music thumping inside the house. “Here we go.” Charlie whispered under his breath as they went up the steps to the back door. Only a few people outside their family knew about Charlies problems so he would have to be discreet tonight. “Hey! You must be the girlfriend!” Emelia comes up to Katie and gives her hug. Charlie could tell she had already been drinking. “This is Emelia.” Charlie introduces her. He takes Katies coat and grabbed them each a drink. Ethan came up and said Hi. Katie smiled “You must be Ethan, you’re most handsome than your brother described.” She said. “You’re just as Hot as Charlie said you were.” Ethan gave her a look before taking off into the other room. “Ethan!” Charlie yelled chasing after him. Ethan ran up and hid behind Jess “save me!” He said grabbing onto her. Jess just laughed she was also drinking. “This is Jess” Charlie said to Katie still panting. “You be nice to my brother.” Jess gave her a wink. “I will I promise.” Katie giggled nervously she was a little intimidated by how close Jess and Charlie were. Jessica looked stunning she had her blonde hair curled and her makeup done. She was wearing leggings and a tight black shirt with mesh sleeves. As the night went on and people drank more they got more comfortable. After socializing for a bit Charlie and Katie snuck off to have some alone time. They sat on the floor together in the walk in closet in the hall and started to make out. “I really like your family Charlie.” She smiled as she kissed him again. “Yeah theyre alright.” Charlie smiled and took another drink he was starting to get drunk. “You know you’re the first girl i’ve ever brought home.” He said sweetly. “Really?” She smiled. “Yeah well not too many girls want a guy who isnt toilet trained.” He laughed. She reached over and checked his diaper which to her surprise was still dry. “Wow how many drinks have you had?” She asked. “Two I think.” He admitted. “Do you have to pee?” She asked. Charlie nodded and bit his lip. She rubbed the front of his diaper and he wiggled his legs a bit “I want to wait.” He started to get hard as she rubbed his diapered crotch. “I love watching you squirm.” She teased. “Want to sneak out for a cigarette?” He asked he needed one. “Yeah sounds good.” She agreed. They snuck outside and went around the back of the house and lit up their cigarettes. Charlie notices Katie shivering in the cold night air so he wraps his arms around her as they smoke. She snuggled up to his embrace. They started to smell a different kind of smoke coming from above. Charlie glaces up to his bedroom window and sees Jess smoking a joint. “Holy shit.” Charlie exclaims realizing Jess can see him smoking. “I wont tell if you dont.” She laughed from the upstairs window, she was wasted. Charlie and Katie laughed too. “You guys should come up here.” Jess said motioning up. “Okay be right up!” Charlie butted out his smoke and they went back into the house. In the hall upstairs Charlie stopped before going into the bedroom. “Whats is it?” Katie asked stopping as well. Charlie blushed “I forgot about my.. stuff.” He remembered the changing table and other things. She places her hands gently on his cheeks and pulls him in for a kiss “Its okay, you dont have to be embarrassed.” She says. “You’re so sweet to me.” He kisses her again. Jess opens the bedroom door and the smell of weed was strong “There you are!” She pulls them into the bedroom. They sat on the bed with the window open and Jess passes the joint to Katie who takes a hit. “Have you ever been high before ?” Jess asks her brother. He shook his head. “Dont smoke too much you’ve already been drinking.” She warned. Charlie took a hit and passed the joint back to Jess. After a couple hits it really started to hit him he was grabbing himself without even trying to be discreet. He was squirming without even noticing soon he started to dribble into his diaper. Sitting on the bed Charlie spreads his legs and relaxes letting it all go. Katie blushes when she realizes hes peeing in his diaper right infront of them unashamed. He had to go so bad you can hear the hissing as he goes and his diaper begin to swell and bulge between his legs. After what seems like peeing for ages Jess chimes in. “A little wet there Charlie?” Jess laughed blowing out more smoke. He had a damp spot on his pants he was so out of it he never noticed his diaper leaking. “Oupsie.” Charlie started laughing too. “Want me to change you or do you want Katie to?” Jess asked. Both girls looked at him he wasnt sure who to choose. He felt more comfortable with Jessica but he didnt want to upset Katie and maybe he could have some fun. “Katie will you change me?” He said drunkenly. “Guess thats my cue to leave. Dont get anything on pillow.” Jess teased leaving the room. Katie blushed and so did Charlie. Once they were alone Katie slips off Charlies pants “Wow you drenched it.” She says looking at the diaper he soaked. Charlie giggles wiggling a bit “I really needed to have an accident.” She grabs a new diaper and wipes from the changing table, she assumed he was too drunk to climb up there. Once she re diapers him she can see that his dick is hard, sitting there in just a hoodie and a diaper he looked so cute. She kissed him and he kissed her back they lied on the bed and made out. Katie was tipsy but she knew Charlie was very drunk she didnt want to take advantage of him. She lied on top of him and they made out, his arms around her waist. “Is it bad im so turned on kissing you when you’re sitting there in your diaper?” She giggled rubbing the front of it, his dick still hard underneath. He looked at her smile on his face swaying slighty. “What?” She asked he was still looking at her quietly. “I... I love you Katie.” He said finally. He had never said that to anyone other than his immediate family, even then it was mostly only to Jess. She paused for a moment she could feel her heart beating in her chest. She knew he was probably only saying it because he was drunk but “I love you too.” She said it anyway. They continued kissing in the dark completely happy until they heard a loud smash from downstairs and some yelling over the music. Edited December 7, 2018 by cherry65 (see edit history)
Chapter 23 Jess and Emelia agreed to let Charlie stay home from school so that they could get a jump on the potty training. Jess didnt have a job at the moment as the construction job worked contracts and didnt need as many workers right now. So that meant Jess and Charlie would have the whole house to themselves for the week. Katie agreed to bring home Charlie’s homework after school so he wouldnt fall too far behind. After everyone left for school and work Jess went upstairs to wake Charlie. He was still snuggled up in bed fast asleep thumb in mouth when she walked in. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off the covers, though he didnt wake up. He tossed in his sleep letting out soft wimpers as he dreamt. “Charlie..” she spoke gently. He woke slowly and rubbed his right eye with his free hand. “Good morning.” She rubbed his tummy over his t shirt. He smiled and giggled taking his thumb out of his mouth, it tickled when she did that. She pulled up his waist band to check his diaper which was wet as usual. She proceeded to change him but slid on a pull up instead of a diaper this morning. Charlie sighed as she did so. Downstairs she poured him a large cup of milk to go with his breakfast. He took a small sip and looked at it awkwardly. “I know you like formula.. but its too expensive right now.” Jess explained. He took the cup of milk and held it out for her “can you warm it up please?” He asked innocently, he liked his milk warm. “Sure” she smiled and put the cup into the microwave. Once it was warm he drank it quickly. Jess had set out the potty infront of the TV that morning in preparation. She waited 20 minutes knowing he’d need to pee by then. She helped him pull down his pants and get settled on the potty. She turned on one of his shows and they waited. He was zoned out into the tv but nothing happened. She knelt beside him on the floor, the potty was pretty tall so his legs were half bent but not as tall as a chair. “Charlie do you think you can make a pee pee for me?” She asked. The way she worded it made him blush “I can feel it.. i’m so close to going, but no matter how hard I try and relax it wont come out.” Charlie sighed. Jess then got an idea “wait here.” She then headed towards the stairs. Charlie obeyed and went back to watching his show. Soon Jess returned with a diaper and told Charlie to stand up. He did as he was told, he stood there while she diapered him and pulled his pants back up. “Okay now sit on the potty.” She told him. He tilted his head to the side not understanding, he reached to pull his pants back down. “No with your pants on.” She caught his hand. “With my pants on?” He repeated. “Yes Charlie!” She told him and he sat down on the potty diapered with his sweat pants still on. He looked up at her as he sat. “Okay, now just relax and watch your show.” She instructed and headed off into the kitchen. Charlie was perplexed but he quickly zoned back into the TV. Jess started doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. After a few minutes she peaked around the corner to check on Charlie. He was glued to the TV and he was squirming slightly on the potty. Quickly though he stopped shifting, he slumped his shoulders and moved his hand away from his crotch. She knew right away from the familiar look on his face that he was peeing. She was almost as relieved as be was. After a few moments she entered the living room and crouched down to his level. “Did you make a surprise for me?” She asked and he looked at her sweetly. “Yeah but it’s in my diaper..” he blushed. “Hey you’re still on the potty!” She encouraged. Charlie beamed “I guess so..” he tried not to sound excited. He reached out his arms and she picked him up, his warm diaper pressing into her side. It felt good squishing up against him as she carried him upstairs to be changed. She lied him down on the change table and grabbed another diaper. “What about the pull ups.?” He asked curiously. “They’ll leak, I dont think you’re ready for those just yet.” She smiled her hands slightly shaky. Charlie liked the sound of this but worried when he saw her trembling “How are you doing Jess? You’re not..” he began but she cut him off “Don’t worry Charlie I promise im clean. Its just withdrawal.” She sighed taping up the diaper. “Is it hard?” He asked quietly. “As long as im not around it its easier.” She said lighting up a smoke. She still smoked cigarettes but he knew what she meant. He took a deep breath smelling the smoke, he hadnt had a cigarette today. He tried really hard not to smoke around his family, only Jess and Katie knew. “Can I have a smoke Jess?” He asked hopefully. She just laughed, she laughed hard. “What?” Charlie smiled. She looked at him he was in nothing but a sweater and a diaper sitting on the edge of a change table. “I never thought you’d be smoking when you were still in diapers.” She giggled handing him a smoke. He lit it and took a long drag then let out a laugh. “I guess its a pretty funny sight.” She took her phone out and took a picture. He looked so cute thick diaper on cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He threw up a middle finger when she took the picture. “Only you Charlie.” They laughed together.
Chelshia the Chimera knocked on the flimsy wooden door of the town outhouse, threatening to bust the door off its hinges with her powerful golem arm. Even purposefully holding back, or as much as she could manage while holding herself, the thin boards bending inwards with each strike. "Hey, the door's locked!" "Yeah, occupied," a voice from inside shouted back. "Um, I'm sorry, but I'm going to be a while longer." Chelshia groaned, using her normal left hand to grip the front of her blue skirt as she bounced on her toes in plain view of everyone in Ragazza Town's central square. It wasn't her fault, being the island's closest thing to a protector after it was plundered by a crew of monster pirates, with oni and hastily-added golem DNA, the chimera was immediately drafted into chasing after the thieves right off the birth table. That was two days ago, two days absolutely filled with exploring every corner of Morgana Island, chasing after the villainous pirates. Those two days gave her time to discover the intricacies of her newly-awakened body. Of course, she wasn't like an infant upon being activated, she had knowledge, a sassy personality, a love of pizza, anime, and video games programmed into her brain. Yet, her mom, the professor who built her, had left her unique physiology a mystery for her to discover. This was when Chelshia discovered she was left-handed, how uncomfortable to the touch her broken right horn was, and, right now, how awful the sensation of a full bladder was. While she had never been a human before, there was some nagging voice in her mind telling her that needing the bathroom for the first time after two days was excessive. Whatever DNA splice governed that part of her digestive tract (she was guessing dragon), it was clearly done so as to give her the strongest, largest capacity. It had its conveniences, no denying that, but all she could do was curse the decision for the enormous amount of pee it meant she'd be flooding into her clothes if she couldn't get into a bathroom now. One thing was clear, however. "I'm not gonna get anywhere just standing here." Whoever was denying her sweet relief, they looked like they'd be continuing that for as long as necessary. If Chelshia wanted to whiz, she'd need to go somewhere else. Easier said than done, when she really had to go already, time was of the utmost essence. And being nearly-wholly unfamiliar with the restrooms of Ragazzo Town certainly wasn't helping matters. All she could do was guess as she held onto her skirt for dear life and ran for...somewhere else. The town was not exactly very large, but in her partially-incapacitated state, Chelshia had a lot of time to think and reflect on her current predicament, or more specifically, how long she had been putting it off. Technically, she had the first urge quite some time ago, but it was easy enough to overlook in the face of the mission. And it wasn't ironic enough. No, she only became truly desperate when she set foot on the flying airship Albatross, the instant it became impossible to retreat to use the toilet. "I still should have gone then..." --------------- As she reached the bow of the Albatross, Chelshia could hardly stand still as pressure mounted in her abdomen. "I really shouldn't have drank all those sodas the pirates dropped..." She couldn't help it that she had a bottomless stomach and an insatiable thirst for the carbonated beverage, if only she had realized beforehand what road that gluttony would lead her down. What a time to be having her first bathroom emergency. She waddled through the doorway separating the hallway from the bow, ready for the big boss pirate and the fast-paced fight that would follow. And, well, she found the pirate, all right. Amelia the Harpy, standing precariously on the barrier rail, toe claws gripping the pole to keep balance, as her wings were occupied with...aiming. Amelia's black pants were dropped all the way to her ankles, exposing her bare butt in all its glory to Chelshia, and around the front, visible between her spread legs, was a healthy stream of pee flowing right off the ship to the land below. The sight instantly had an effect on Chelshia. Watching someone else take their pee, and a well-needed one by the looks of it, was making the chimera's need at least ten times worse. Her bladder spasmed, and she gripped her panties hard to prevent a leak. "W-what are you doing?!" Upon hearing a voice, Amelia's muscles all tensed together, though she couldn't stop peeing. Her head turned around, just before she could be accused of being an owl, a bright red blush on her face contrasting nicely with her green hair and feathers. She'd probably look terrified, if her eyes weren't hidden beneath tinted goggles. "Um...I wanted to wait until after I had defeated you, but I just couldn't wait any longer, and I figured I still had a few minutes. So...could you please turn around until I finish?" Chelshia, using her golem arm to block her eyes, staggered away. "B-but did you have to do that here?!" "Well...I may have considered a proper toilet to be an unnecessary amenity while designing the Albatross. Hey, we should both count ourselves lucky that I wasn't in the middle of doing the other thing." Even without looking, and with the wind rushing past hiding the noise, it was so hard for Chelshia to avoid wetting herself just knowing what was happening within the same room as her. A part of her even wanted to run to Amelia and join her in the relief, but taking her underwear off right next to a pirate? Not happening. Instead, she steeled herself for the pressure, hoping she could outlast her bladder screaming at her to let go. For now, it worked. She didn't quite feel like she was on the verge of an accident anymore, and Amelia pulled her pants up as soon as she was finished doing her own business. And, at the flip of a switch, it was like nothing happened. Amelia landed on the opposite end of the room from Chelshia, wings outstretched in an action pose, ready to fight properly. Though she wouldn't get a real full fight, with Chelshia distracted and suffering. --------------- Somehow, the chimera had made it through that battle, and brought Amelia into custody. And as soon as the harpy was handed over to Bernadette the police chief, Chelshia wasted no time rushing to find a bathroom. Now that the one outhouse was ruled out, she walked further into town to the next possible stop that might have a toilet: the maid cafe. A stop that was quickly turning just as tragic as the last. "What do you mean I can't use it?!" "Just as I said, the restrooms are for customers," the arachne maid reiterated. "If you want to use it, you're free to buy a drink first." "I don't have any cash on me!" To prove a point, Chelshia reached into her right skirt pocket and emptied it out, revealing only a single receipt from a bank transaction. "Come on, from one girl to another, just make an exception this once!" Chelshia, with both hands pressing against her crotch, was stepping in place rapidly, biting her lip as her demon tail flicked around behind her, thankfully too thin and wiry to possibly lift her skirt more than an inch. "Well...tell you what, I've got a proposal for you. You can use the bathroom, if you agree to start working her. We're short-staffed, so it's a win-win!" "Are you kidding?! I have pirates to catch, I don't have the time for a job! I'm just trying to pee!" "Don't be so quick to dismiss it," the owner rebutted, reaching behind her back to pull out a spare maid outfit that she just happened to be carrying with her. "I think you've got the perfect body to rock an outfit like this!" "I-I don't care if I'd look good! I'd look a lot worse if that thing were soaking wet! Just please, please let me use the bathroom!" Chelshia squeezed herself tighter, to the point that it was starting to hurt. The maid shrugged. "Then there's nothing I can do. You can find another bathroom somewhere else. Now, if you're not going to do anything for me, then leave me alone." "Hey, waitress, where's my hot pepper tea," one of the other patrons called. "Coming!" The maid ran off towards the customer, tray in hand, leaving Chelshia alone and potty dancing. Her mental faculties slowed and sluggish, it took the chimera a few seconds to even realize that she had been abandoned, staying completely silent and still save for a few rapid blinks. But when the revelation hit her, it flushed her brain free of all thoughts, outside the constant, rolling and repeating desire to pee. "U-uh...I still gotta go over here..." "Good for you," the maid praised, entering through the swinging double doors of the cafe, to fulfill another customer's order, having already dismissed Chelshia from her attention. This now marked the second toilet Chelshia was denied, the constant rejection while in such close proximity was doing her constitution no favors. "So what am I supposed to do now," she cried, bending down as her legs rubbed against one another, twisting her tall socks into a spiral. Thinking of even a second bathroom already racked her brains, the mere idea of needing to remember the existence of a third now seemed an impossible task. Of course, there was one little pit stop she was aware of, the first one that popped in her head as soon as Amelia was dispatched, in fact: the bathroom in the professor's house. The house belonged to Chelshia and her mom alone, so the chances of being restricted from its usage for any reason were slim. If she could just get there, her problems would all be washed away. The problem was the "if" part of the sentence. Their house was on the outskirts of town, too far to walk to in her current condition, and since her path had taken her into town thanks to the need to deliver Amelia to the authorities, Ragazzo Town was the only place she could find her toilet. Plus, if she went home, the professor would likely take the opportunity to painfully splice new DNA into her to give her new abilities, a stress she couldn't handle right now. "'No need to use the bathroom', I said. 'I don't need to go right now', I said." She'd hit herself for her stupidity, but she was in enough pain. As was demonstrated by a surge of torment straight from her bladder to her crotch, one that threatened to overtake her if she didn't double down and grip her privates with everything she had, with her normal hand on the inside, its bones almost broken by the stone grip of her golem hand. "Ngghgooohhhh..." Her teeth ground against each other, the same way her knees did, as her chest heaved with deep breaths and her eyes closed, tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyelids under the strain. Even that force wasn't enough to satisfy her body, her bladder just needed some release. So, out came a short jet of pee, dampening Chelshia's panties. "Ah!" She added crossed legs to her holding medley, every single motion and action she could possibly think of, all mashed together in the hopes that their sum would be enough to overpower her own bladder. As she trembled under the pressure, more leaks spurted out, starting to seep through her underwear into her socks. But then, her bladder was abated. Still screaming, of course, but it could just barely contain its contents right now. For the next minute or so. It took Chelshia a solid ten seconds of continuing to hold with all her might before she was sure all hell would not break loose should she relax her holding, just a tiny bit. It allowed her the muscular slack to move, incredibly stiffly and slowly. "I gotta PEEEEEEEE," she shouted, hobbling away with as much speed as her lower half could handle without destroying her razor's edge equilibrium. --------------- "Come on...come on..." Chelshia was currently dancing at the counter of Mouthface's shop, hoping this vendor would be more sympathetic to her plight. However, as of now, she had yet to receive a response of any kind, neither acceptance nor rejection. That's because Mouthface was sweating profusely, darting her nonexistent eyes around nervously, silently begging for Chelshia to leave. She wasn't so good with people, locked into silence out of shyness. In truth, Chelshia had realized that staying here was a fruitless endeavor. She just ran in here in a blind panic, not really thinking about her destination. And, as she was now discovering, the store didn't even seem to have a door besides the entryway, no back room to store goods or a possible toilet. What did Mouthface do when she needed to pee? She was missing everything from her face besides a mouth, was she missing other parts across her body? Just as she was worrying if she had pushed herself into another dead end, another squirt dribbled out, offering not even the slightest relief, her bladder stretched way too far to get any relief from such small escapes. Not that it was unexpected, the leaks had been coming rhythmically ever since they started, but it was never welcome. By now, her panties had been thoroughly soaked, keeping her crotch damp and warm while also crawling up her butt, they couldn't get any wetter without some serious acrobatics. So instead, the trickle snaked down her thighs, gliding down her smooth dark skin until they could begin permeating her black stockings, bringing another item of her clothing into their vengeful assault. The color hid the damage to an extent, but her short skirt removed that little safety net entirely. The idea of hiding her emergency now was absurd. And another leak jetted out, far quicker than before, with almost no break in between. And another shortly after that. "Ah, no! Nonononono!" Chelshia realized that her only hope was to hold harder, but with a golem arm, that was an impossibility without crushing...a part of hers. As it stood now, she just couldn't hold it any longer, she absolutely needed to pee right now, maybe a minute at most before the floodgates opened. Without a toilet in sight, there was only one option open to the chimera. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Screaming her lungs and gills out, Chelshia ran out of the store, and Mouthface breathed a sigh of relief of her own. Unable to even spare the strength to open her eyes, Chelshia just charged through the plaza, bumping into everyone in her path and bowling straight through them with her dash. No matter how many crashes she caused, nothing could stop her sprint, either they took a spill or she would. Right through the food court, right past the weapon shop, nothing could stop this poor, bursting chimera. She even ran straight past the outhouse, still locked and in use, confirming that being patient and waiting would have done her no good. Even with the burst of adrenaline, unfortunately, Chelshia could only make it so far before she slowed to a crawl, and even that didn't last for long. She hadn't made it very far, and her muscles had already turned to stone. "Mmpf ahhh....AGH!" A few drips fell into the soil between her feet, and her eyes shot open, pupils shrunken and mouth agape. Wherever she had planted her feet at this exact moment, this is where she would be peeing, clothes be damned. And she hadn't really gotten too far from any witnesses in her hurry. Yes, she had made it closer to the outskirts of town, but there were still residents out here. Yes, there were buildings and air conditioning units she could hide behind, but she wasn't behind them right now, which meant she'd never make it behind one. If she wanted to pee without doing it through her underwear, she'd need to do it right out in the open. "I'll do it!" She wasn't programmed without shame, but right now, in a dire desperate state like this, she couldn't care less about modesty. Even with the townsfolk looking right at her, how could they not, with the panicked way she was running around, dancing, and screaming, Chelshia only had one thought on her mind: "I'm gonna PEEEEEE!" Taking a huge risk by taking both hands off her crotch, she reached up beneath her skirt, grabbing the waistband of her underwear and yanking down with all her might. Rrrrrrrip! Aside from flowing water, no sound could have ignited her senses more than that. Whatever ripped, it couldn't be good. It couldn't be anything other than bad, as she discovered when she lifted her golem arm up to her face. Hidden in its stone grasp, peeking out from the sides of her clenched fist, was a tattered piece of wet cloth that was once a pair of black panties. "...I pulled too hard!" Thus was the risk of using her super strength for such mundane tasks like taking her clothes off. However, as much of a failure as her undressing was, she did still remove her underwear, her privates were now exposed to the open air. On one hand, that was a blessing, not having to feel that disgusting warm wetness against her, but there was a negative side attached: nothing was covering her crotch. Programmed into her was the instinct, that having nothing over her crotch meant it was time to go. Or maybe she had just simply run out of time, with her legs apart and muscles loosened. Within a second, the soft pitter-patter sound of falling urine permeated the air. It wasn't the loudest sound in the world, but as water hitting soil turned to liquid hitting liquid, the volume was cranked up significantly. A chimera charging into a populated area screaming about her emergency was more than enough to bring attention onto herself, but actually having the accident ensured that they would never take their eyes off her, not as long as she was here. And Chelshia was well-aware of that fact. It was the only thing she could think about, how everyone was looking at her, staring at her, judging her, getting ready to spread rumors as soon as she was out of earshot, maybe not even waiting that long. She began quaking and shivering, disrupting the pee stream and breaking it into many smaller pieces, changing nothing about the ferocity of her relief, just making it all the more unusual listening. Actually, there was one more sound, inaudible underneath the crashing pee between her legs. "Aah...mmph...nnh...haaahh..." No matter how many attempts she made, Chelshia couldn't form any real words, every single attempt instead exited her mouth as nothing more intricate than a moan. No matter how many times she tried to defend her actions, offer an explanation for her accident, but silence prevailed. Because there was no defense, what Chelshia had done, was doing, could never be excused. She was a failure, and that was unequivocal truth. She had begrudgingly accepted that, so why did she need to continue suffering? If it ended, she could run and hide her face before everyone watching got a good look at her for the tenth time. But no, she had drank far too much, any chance of her being able to finish in any reasonable amount of time had been flushed down the toilet long ago. As the minutes passed, and the people watching began to grow bored, Chelshia just kept whizzing, and whizzing, and whizzing. Her earlier theory had been confirmed, beyond a shadow of a doubt; her bladder capacity was unreal. She kept peeing for so long, she had to admit one thing: peeing did feel pretty good. She had been holding it for so long, doing such strenuous activities while keeping a hold on her bladder, something incredibly difficult to do successfully. It was so hard, so exhausting, and she was finally allowed to stop and just let it all loose. For the first pee of her life, it was satisfying, to say the least. Her tense face relaxed, and her eyelids grew heavy as they began to fall. Her hands, balled into fists tight enough that they threatened to draw blood, loosened their iron grip, allowing the shredded underwear she was keeping a grasp on to fall into the rapidly expanding pool beneath her, floating away on the fluid's surface. Of course, as soon as she started enjoying the relief, her massive bladder emptied itself at long last. What was one a raging waterfall calmed to a simple pouring glass, which continued at its own pace for a surprisingly long time, until it finally wound down to drops...and then followed itself up with another short, steady stream of her hidden reserves. And that was the end, with a gigantic puddle ten times the length of her feet spreading out in all directions as the warm reminder to all what had transpired here. "Hah...hah...phew..." Panting, catching her breath, Chelshia fully opened her eyes, able to see the world with non-waterlogged eyes for the first time in a full day. And what she saw was exactly as bad as she had worried in her desperation-addled state just a few minutes prior: everyone staring, their eyes opened wide, taking in as much of the sight of a soaked chimera as they possibly could. After all, it wasn't like they'd ever get the chance to see this again. The air was filled with nothing but silence, even the wind seemed to take a break to observe Chelshia's failing. She wasn't about to just stand by and give them the free view. "Kyaaaahh!" Sprouting wings from her back, Chelshia wrapped the feathers around her body in a snug embrace, hiding everything from neck to thighs behind the dark blue plumage, the greater contrast between light and dark only making her water-reflective bottom half even more evident, not that she could see that far down, past her own appendages. Screaming, she ran off, in the direction she believed her house to be. Even if the pirates were to attack the town again, her only mission was getting a change of clothes. Still, as she dashed through town, parading her shame for everyone to see, there was one fact that she couldn't deny, the one bright spot in the sea of humiliation: her first pee felt amazing. Yes, she had suffered immensely, but the payoff did wonders in making all that torture worth it. Next time Chelshia needed to answer nature's call, she knew the sensation would be pleasant. She just needed to do her business in a better place next time. Her run brought her past the outhouse, where her endless line of humiliation had begun. Hearing the footsteps trample the path outside, the occupant called out, not realizing that Chelshia was already long gone. "Excuse me? Does anyone out there have any paper? I'm kind of stuck in here without any of my own."
The uncharted Hanjie Isle. Actually, the island was on every map, it was just that nobody cared enough to come out here. Which made it a perfect place to supposedly hide a secret treasure. And that's the reason two monster girls were climbing the island's lone mountain: to find a tablet. Their local gold-plated skeleton told them to. He promised them a month's worth of pizza for it. "C-Chel, can we p-please go back to the boat and g-get some warmer clothes?" One of those monster girls was the harpy, Amelia. She had done the research, Hanjie was supposed to be tropical, so all she packed was her usual white tank top and a pair of tight black shorts. All she could do for warmth was keep tightly wrapped in her green wings, occasionally breaking her plumed blanket to wipe fog and frost from her glasses with a feather. "Huh? But it's not even that cold." Heading the duo was Chelshia the chimera, who was not dressed any warmer in a sleeveless shirt and a skirt. But she had a new hat. Her cold resistance was simply a genetic quirk, like underwater breathing, or air conditioning, or box. "Oh, but birds fly south for the winter, don't they?" "Harpies don't do that! I was smart enough to build heating into my lovely Albatross!" Amelia and Chelshia had been friends for a year, after Chelshia had foiled the plot of the Sea Spider pirates Amelia belonged to, and part of the aforementioned foiling involved grounding Amelia's homemade airship. Despite their continued friendship, the harpy had not forgiven her pal for that. "As well as a game room, state-of-the-art internet relay, and the biggest figure collection this side of Morgana Island! And now it's all been impounded!" "Really? You had all that, but not a bathroom?" True, the first time the two had met was under...revealing circumstances of that nature. Amelia was never going to live down greeting Chelshia with her tail feathers out instead of meeting her opponent face-to-face. But that only fueled her emotional retort. "At least it was better than the boat we took here! At least the Albatross could land somewhere should the crew need a break! You know, if it's an open field or something..." "Yeah..." Hanjie Isle was not a leisurely afternoon cruise from Morgana Island, so a boat of monster girls sailed the open seas for three straight days. And it was not a luxury ship, only as big as it needed to be, meaning one thing in particular: no onboard toilet. It quickly became a common occurrence aboard the vessel for one of the women to be hanging their butt over the edge, taking care of business, praying that another boat wouldn't suddenly pass by in the middle of it. Chelshia was lucky, her freakish biology meant she only had to do that once the whole trip, but the other girls did not have the same endurance. --------------- "Chel, I promise you, episode 4 is an outlier. It gets way better after that, I swear. I mean, unless you see the censored version of episode 6, but there's no way you're watching the censored one under my watch." Having finished a short anime session together, Amelia and Chelshia took off their earbuds and closed the laptop lid, seeing the sun for the first time today. It was no sooner that the computer clicked shut that a voice frantically called out from the helm. "AMELIA, TAKE THE WHEEL!" While these two got to mess around on their way to a treasure hunt, they had an adult chaperone, one who had taken the job of guiding the craft: the Morgana Island sheriff, the blue-skinned dullahan, Bernadette. And she was currently a blue streak on its way to the hull's waist-high barricade. As soon as the police chief arrived at the wall, she spun around, almost letting momentum carry her into a full circle rotation until she stamped a foot down to brake, facing away from the endless expanse so as not to see what was about to transpire. Reaching up under her skirt, pushing the hem upwards with her wrists, Bernadette shoved her black lace panties to her knees. And, stretched out by the separation of her legs, in plain view of the sun, one so inclined to look would be clearly able to see the dripping wetness from the crotch of the underwear. That was only the beginning. Once her plump blue butt was hovering overboard, Chelshia and Amelia's ears were assaulted by the splashing of a breaking dam. It should have been harder to hear over the many small waves rolling and crashing against the boat, but that was not at all the case. Their imagination was more than enough to perfectly picture the volume and force gushing from Bernadette's privates, cascading down the outer hull like a waterfall. It wasn't long after the flood started that Bernadette moaned sensually, her lips quivering and eyelids fluttering. "Ooooohhhhhhhhh....thank you..." Her chest shakily heaved as her deep, tired breathing was frequently interrupted by sighs and squeals, all underscored by enough golden water to drown a mermaid. Maybe the only thing more overwhelming was the awkwardness weighing down the air. Amelia, once she had realized why Bernadette had run off so crazily and exactly how close she had toed that line, silently and sheepishly did as she was told and took over the ship's steering, looking straight ahead past the bow in an attempt to ignore what was so obviously happening mere feet from her. She couldn't completely shut it out from her mind, not in a million years, meaning her face was illuminated with a bright red blush, appearing extra vibrant in contrast to her green hair. Chelshia, meanwhile, had a polar opposite reaction, by not taking her eyes off her police chief mom. It was just so much pee, clearly held inside that poor dullahan's bladder far longer than she was comfortable with. There was a certain part of the chimera that remembered what had happened to herself a year prior, and could sympathize with that pain and that struggle. "Wow, with that kind of hose, maybe you should be the island's fire chief instead!" Or maybe she just needed time to think of a joke. Maybe she really didn't remember how embarrassing her own extreme desperation was. Bernadette had seemingly forgotten that she had no semblance of privacy from anybody, because Chelshia's little quip caused her to jump in her seat, painting the outer hull with her urine over a wider radius in the jolt, even a few splashes hit the deck at the peak of her hop. "N-no, don't look, Chelshia! I couldn't wait any longer!" Pulling her hands off the wall, the dullahan covered her face with her elbows, shaking her head wildly as she squealed. "You've really got no sense of personal boundaries, do you, Chel?" Amelia had noticed her friend leaning a little too close when watching something, even with the excuse of both squeezing together to use a single laptop screen. And all Chelshia could do as an explanation was stick her tongue out in a cutesy way. In the background, Bernadette began falling backwards as her arms windmilled at her sides. She gripped the barricade again to hold herself in place, though the jerking was a little too harsh, and her head rolled off her neck, falling into the ocean alone. All the while, her body kept peeing. --------------- "Well, we're not on the boat anymore, so there's no problem. Nature can be your bathroom now!" Ever the optimist, Chelshia. "I'd really rather wait for somewhere a bit less...exposed." Amelia wasn't exactly a shy girl, even if she preferred to keep to herself, but she needed somewhere a little better than this. Though the two were climbing a mountain, it was a very bare mountain, nothing to hide behind. Not even the weather would be her shield; despite the layer of snow deep enough to bury their feet, none fell from the sky. Visibility was perfect, making it impossible to mistake if a certain someone had indeed dropped their pants. "Mmgh..." And Amelia had reason to be scanning the environment in that way, because she was on the lookout. Her and Chelshia had been on the island for some time now, walking all over the place to pick up clues on the whereabouts of the tablet pieces. The chimera seemed to have a bottomless well of energy and motivation, she never needed a break, and Amelia was therefore dragged along every step of the way. Except Amelia didn't have a bottomless bladder, and she really needed a break. For the time being, it wasn't an emergency. Just the feeling of no small quantity of warm urine in stark contrast with her chilling skin, drawing further body heat to keep her bladder strong and remaining full. There was, admittedly, a thought to just get this over with, pee in some manner, be rid of the discomfort and retain her much-needed heat. Only problem being, answering nature's call would mean just pulling her pants down in front of her friend; a friend she had no guarantee would give her privacy. Or she could wet herself. Neither was ideal. "Guess I'll just hold it," she groaned, resolving herself to just keep walking. But even walking couldn't be easy. Her steps were short, yet the separation of her legs for even that brief moment emboldened her bladder in its cries for release. And it wasn't like she could just start flying to keep her thighs pressed together, not just because she'd have to unwrap her warm wings from around her petite body, but the bobbing with each flap of her arms would jolt her bladder left, right, and sideways every couple seconds. No, her best option was to just trudge forward as she was, keeping her mind off the private need. Inadvertently, Chelshia came in, carrying just what Amelia had ordered. "Hey, what about that girl we're supposed to be racing? The one that was also looking for the tablet? What did she call herself? A 'leaker'?" "S-streamer, Chel. Did you have to phrase it like that?" Now Amelia couldn't help but think of the liquid connotation of the word "stream", a word she wouldn't think twice about under any normal circumstances. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've seen her on my homepage a few times. Let me take a look..." Reluctantly, she unfurled her right wing and reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone and turning it on. She got cell service on the island. It didn't take much swiping and scrolling before the harpy happened upon the face the two had stumbled across at the bottom on the mountain: the dark-skinned vulpin with youthful gray hair, smiling from within a clickbait thumbnail. "Yeah, here it is. K1tsudon Channel." Tapping on the channel icon, Amelia started scanning K1tsudon's recent uploads. "She played a VTuber hack of Needlemouse 1? Wouldn't that be confusing, commentating a game already emulating a commentator? Hm? Oh, she's live now!" As Amelia tapped on the current livestream and rotated her phone into the landscape orientation, Chelshia scooted in close to also get a good view of the small screen. Too close, in fact, but Amelia wouldn't argue if she got to share in the chimera's body heat, so she stayed silent as the phone speakers blared. "Brr...maybe I should have packed some warmer clothes..." She wore a black sweatshirt and tight jeans, so most of her skin was covered, but it still wasn't climbing gear. Even the thick, fluffy tail hanging behind her seemed to be shivering. "So, I think we're halfway up, and we're almost to the tablet. For anyone just joining us, there's supposed to be a tablet on this island, and if I can find it, selling it will smash my donation goal! Of course, I still welcome all the donations you've been giving me." "Oh, I think we're ahead of her," Chelshia excitedly exclaimed right in Amelia's ear. "We passed that spot already!" The harpy squinted, tried to look closer, but even with her high-resolution screen, she couldn't make out any detail behind K1tsudon that would differentiate one part of the mountain from any other. Granted, her glasses weren't clean at the moment, so maybe Chelshia really could see something with her superior eyesight. Or maybe Chelshia was just an idiot. Though, looking closer, Amelia could swear she saw something else of note: K1tsudon shifting her weight around on her buried heels, her calves crossed just the smallest amount, bouncing just an inch or two. Unusual reactions to being cold. Still, they were subtle, and a quick glance at the onscreen chat log showed that none of the other viewers had noticed. Amelia had to wonder if her eyes, interpreted by a desperate mind, weren't playing tricks on her. That's when a message appeared under the $10K donation goal meter, accompanied by a small ding, and K1tsudon jumped in surprise. "Oh! T-thank you for the fifteen dollar donation... 'A Tall Glass of Iced Tea'? Oh, that's like the last thing I need right now..." Her legs crossed tighter and she bounced more overtly, all but confirming Amelia's theory. And now she wasn't the only one who had noticed. The chat soon exploded with reactions of all shapes and sizes; some even included words and sentences, instead of just emojis. "woah, looks like someone has been searching a bit too long" "are we gonna have to turn off the stream to give you some alone time" "I might have to sub for stuff like this" "ooh, is this a repeat of the cutscene incident?" "Hey, that wasn't my fault! The cutscene went on for over an hour, and I didn't know if pressing Start would pause it or skip it! Speaking of, of course I love you all for watching and subbing, but could you please stop clipping that moment?" With every second this conversation continued, she seemed to grow more and more agitated. "B-but that's not what this is! It's just cold up here, you know!" "Why's she so antsy about it," Chelshia questioned. "She can go wherever and whenever she wants. Or is she just too afraid we're gonna beat her to slow down?" "She's got a camera on, Chel. She can't just pull down her pants and show everyone." "She can turn the camera off! It's gotta be better than holding that much pee." "Most girls have a bit more shame about this sort of thing than you, Chel. Plus, she's probably an indoors girl, making her living playing video games, so she might not even know how to pee outside." Amelia wisely kept her own past on this matter to herself, where she only researched how to pop a squat outdoors online after an embarrassing incident in her early teen years. Finally pulling herself away from the screen and giving Amelia back her personal space, Chelshia transitioned right back to mountain climbing. "Well, if she isn't going to take a break, then we have to keep moving! Or she might beat us to the top, and then we don't get that pizza!" And with that, the chimera sprinted off, almost like she didn't have a heavy golem arm to weigh her down. Perhaps Amelia just had something heavier to carry. After all, her bladder felt as weighty as rock, and as her wings coiled around her torso once more, it seemed to jut out from her belly ever-so-slightly with the unyielding firmness of stone as well. It wasn't unbearable just yet, but Amelia still walked with a slight waddle more befitting of a penguin. "Ugh...gimme a break here, Chel..." Groaning, the harpy did what she could to follow in her friend's footsteps. Quite literally, as she didn't want to trod her talons through the snow and slow herself down. Not exactly an easy task, when she could hardly stand to take the same far steps as Chelshia, meaning each foot forward was a brief open path from her bladder out to the frigid air. For now, it meant nothing, but she could see the eventual repercussions inherent in pushing her luck in just this fashion. But what was she going to do? Despite her unquenchable drive to climb, Chelshia wouldn't say no if Amelia asked for a potty break. That was always an option, but...Amelia was hesitant. The Sea Spiders had been like a family, which was nice, but it also meant years of familial teasing. Aside from being the butt of several remarks regarding the harpy's "female bodily inequities", there had been some mocking regarding her being the one most often needing the little monster girl's room. It wasn't her fault, when Pacifica could just go in the water, Anchovi didn't need to pee, and Mimi...well, no one knew how Mimi did it. The only one she could compete with on an even playing field was Serpantina, and she'd lose that battle. Bottom line, Amelia's bladder had been gently ridiculed for some time. Now that the pirates had a new captain in Chelshia, Amelia has sworn to be a new bird. No longer would her fluid retention rate cause her grief! If only Chelshia hadn't proven to be an unbeatable metric on that front. Truthfully, it was a little humiliating to have to go over the side of the boat more than five times as often as her friend, but it was softened by Bernadette being no better. Here, where a chimera with an ocean of a bladder was her only comparison? A chimera who had not once made even the slightest hint of being even the tiniest bit desperate since they made landfall? When she had last done her business a day before? Amelia felt inadequate. So that meant it was simply impossible to wait for Chelshia to pee and tag along then. What else? There wasn't going to be a civilized rest stop up here for her to rush inside and "clean her feathers", that's for sure. Maybe the opportunity for the two to split up for some reason would arise. Maybe desperation would hit Chelshia out of nowhere like a punch from her own arm, and she'd have little choice but to drop trou then and there. "Guess I have no choice but to wait it out. I'm sure I'll think of something sooner or later." --------------- One hour later, the two monster girls had significantly increased their altitude. Amelia had since grown numb to the cold, she wouldn't be able to effectively fly with the air so thin, yet she had a white-hot furnace burning within that kept her engine running. She had thought of nothing, nothing that would permit her to relieve herself. And they were still nowhere close to the summit, where they assumed the tablet would be. Amelia had to face facts: "There's no way I'm getting up there and back down." She was going to have to pee soon. Shame there was still no place to duck behind for a little much-needed privacy. Unfortunate as it was, that meant the mountain would soon be graced by a half-nude harpy out in the open, because not having a wall for concealment now meant she wasn't getting any for the deed she'd be performing. Chancing it for something better later could just as easily, almost guaranteed, lead to a pair of very wet shorts. In this climate, that almost definitely meant frostbite, a fate far worse than a little embarrassment. "Squawk!" A squeal like that could have only been caused by one thing: a sudden spurt of pee in her pants, a hundred times warmer than every other inch of skin on her body. If she thought she had even a little time left, that hope was now gone. Drastic measures were necessary. "Hey, Chel..." The gap between the two had widened, but as soon as she heard her name, Chelshia came to a halt and turned back. "Yeah, what is it?" "I-I think I finally need to stop. You know...to pee..." Despite knowing this was the best option available to her, Amelia still had trouble actually saying it. Chelshia said nothing. She just silently looked over Amelia, mostly hidden under her wings, with piercing, curious eyes. She stared so long that Amelia swore she felt her not-so-little bladder bulge protrude even further by the time it was over. Yet, even though she anxiously anticipated the response, it was still a surprise when the chimera spoke, a shock big enough that Amelia spurted in her shorts again. "Wow, that sprung up out of nowhere, didn't it?" Were it anyone else, Amelia would have assumed Chelshia was being sarcastic. After all, while she had said nothing up until now, she had not been subtle about her need, anyone who looked at her with even a hint of a critical eye would be able to tell she was on the verge of wetting herself, and she had been like that for a while now. The only reason Amelia didn't assume that interpretation was because she knew Chelshia to be a precious, good-natured idiot. She could tell this, because Chelshia kept looking at her with a blank stare and empty smile. "Er...I really can't hold it any longer, so...I'm gonna have to go right here." "Well, I'm not gonna stop you! Trust me, it's really awful waiting too long to pee. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure we're still gonna win the race." That's exactly what she expected to hear. "Yeah, but...could you turn around, at least? It's a lot easier for me to go when I'm not being watched." "Huh? But you went on the boat just fine." "When I had to! Just...please don't look, okay? It'll be a lot quicker that way." At this point, Amelia had given up on using her wings to keep herself warm, and she had instead shoved the solid appendages at their tips hard against her crotch, stepping in place as she bit the corner of her bottom lip. "Okay then. I still don't get why you're so nervous." Chelshia turned back around, looking up the mountain like there was anything to look at. Well, she had privacy. Some, at least, yet Amelia still felt uneasy. Even as her frantic potty dance continued so pitifully, she couldn't bring herself to remove her wings from between her legs. Granted, part of that was a fear that the tsunami would come as soon as she took them off, but she couldn't say shyness wasn't also a factor. "Eep!" Then her feathers were showered with something hot soaking through her tight shorts, reminding her that now was not the time to dawdle. It was a bit difficult to be precise with a lack of individual digits at the ends of her wings, but Amelia shot her hands onto the shorts' constricting waistband, pushing with all the muscle she had built up to fly with those arms to get the pants off. It'd be easier if she had more than a single digit on each hand to hook around the shorts, because as she was now, she kept applying too much force with no leverage and slipping off. "Ah! C-come on, you stupid-" That's when she succeeded, popping the waistband past her big butt with a jiggle, suddenly exposing all her lower bits into open view. And, while her shorts provided little protection from the elements already, especially with a rapidly-freezing wet spot in the worst possible place, the temperature shock once she had stripped was jarring. All of a sudden, a below-freezing wind could blow over her avian unmentionables, something so appallingly unpleasant that she almost pulled her pants back up for some semblance of warm cover. The only reason she didn't follow through was her preexisting mission, one that had not let up on its urgency. Tensing her talons, Amelia spread her knees shoulder-width and squatted low, low enough that her butt indented the snow blanket that reached up past her ankles. Ordinarily, this proximity to something literally freezing cold would have caused her to recoil. But she was just too desperate to back off now. As such, it wasn't long before the spout was activated, and a faucet of dark yellow fluids began spraying from the harpy's monster girlhood. She had been holding it in for so long, the mass of urine had ample time to ripen, making it all the thicker and heavier when it gushed out. The temperature also shot up in there, meaning the instant it reached open air, steam began rising off of it, wafting straight up Amelia's face. It wasn't long before her vision was severely impaired by the steam fogging up her glasses. In this climate, a rising cloud wasn't the only effect her pee had, either. Naturally, the process quickly turned the snow yellow, a big dye job in a wide circle a full foot in front of her, the spot where her highly pressurized pee shot to. Then, not only did the weight of the water compress the snow, but the heat melted the collected flakes with more wisps of steam, transforming the snow into a gross, dark, slushy mixture of snow and urine. It sunk deeper by the second, like a black hole of shame. And even outside that pit, a small yellow line of droplets split from the main stream traced the path from her to the massive puddle, connecting it to a small circle directly below her, comprised of pee that just couldn't find the strength to fly. Put simply, Amelia had a lot of tinkle to give. Most of her senses were either overloaded or numb. Her touch was still half-dead from the cold, her sight was equally as marred whether with her glasses or without, and her smell (and taste by extension) was slammed by the putrid scent of a long-awaited whiz. The only reprieve she had was her ears; peeing into a soft cushion of snow, the golden rain gently pattered in the white expanse. Even as the liquids collected into a puddle and continued to be peed in, the splash was more hollow, the acoustics being mostly absorbed by the snow. That may have been the only reprieve, but it was far from the only relief. The second her piddle began, Amelia's eyes shot open and her jaw dropped as her lungs were emptied with a loud "pah", further adding to the ascending cloud with her visible exhale. She continued to breathe heavily, her svelte chest heaving especially violently, having no choice but to inhale some of her "vapors". Then, her eyelids lowered halfway down and her upper body drooped forward, limp and relaxed. That's when the moaning started. In a pitch higher than her usual tone, Amelia chirped out a one-note song of indescribable pleasure. Her voice was shaky, like a bird flying on a gusty day, but the emotion was unmistakable. Each time she returned with another moan after stopping to take a needed breath, it went down another few intervals, yet it was all the same bliss. "Haaahhh... Naaaaaah... Ooohhhhhhh..." As a jolt ran up her spine, she shuddered, more intense than the usual cold shivers, throwing her whole aim out of whack. She didn't even notice. Since there was nothing she needed to aim for, nothing to get dirty, she paid it no mind and just kept going. And going. And going. Though, when a sudden rustling of clothes began so close to Amelia's left side, she couldn't ignore that. Finally, she gathered her wits about her again, shooting her eyes open and twisting her head to her side. She remembered that being where Chelshia was before she had begun doing her business, so she wasn't surprised seeing her chimera friend. What surprised her was seeing Chelshia suddenly way closer, as in two feet away, knees bent at a 60-degree angle and torso leaning forward. Her skirt was lifted and cradled between her wrists and waist, and in the grip of her normal left hand was a pair of plain black panties, pulled down at the front just barely past her groin. And, given that Chelshia was facing her just so, without any clothing down there, Amelia could see...well, everything of her friend. "H-huh?!" Chelshia wasn't even the slightest bit surprised at Amelia's outburst. "Well, hearing you pee so much kinda made me have to go too." And she didn't stop, her underwear was down to her knees and stretched between her spread legs, and she squatted. Then, just as she promised, she began to pee. It had a similar distance and thickness to Amelia's; regardless of the percentage to which her bladder was filled, a day's worth of urine was still a day's worth of urine. The only thing that prevented it from looking as desperate as the volume would imply was the uniformity, being condensed and controlled. The snow still melted in a yellow circle, but it looked more casual as it flowed from her chimera junk. And she smiled the whole way through, regardless of the very real fact that her privates were on full display. Amelia tried not to look. She didn't even want to see those parts of her friend, but there was still some part of her that couldn't quite pull her eyes away. There was something about Chelshia's brazen exposure that she just found incomprehensible, and the only way she could understand was studying it. Was this gap in modesty between them the reason Chelshia had her curious watching habit? Watching her own pee, the chimera hadn't even noticed Amelia's fixed gaze. Eventually, the harpy finally realized there was something wrong with her peeping, and rectified that issue by raising a wing as a shield between the two. That way, she wouldn't be tempted to look at Chelshia, and Chelshia wouldn't be able to look at her. This turned out to be a pretty unnecessary precaution, because by the time she had done so, her own distended bladder had shrunk down, and was just about empty. Her hose sputtered several times like an engine choking on fuel, making the offshoot drops fly even further from the source, expanding the line between her and the puddle she had been building, a puddle so big and hot that it had since melted through inches of snow, pooled on the exposed ground, and begun expanding to melt the surrounding snow from the bottom-up. At least making a thicker line on its way back meant she was peeing on snow again, so it was quiet once more. Save for Chelshia just breaking through to her own rock below, of course. Finally, there was nothing but drops trickling down, getting caught on her folds and snaking down her butt, and even that didn't last forever. The final throes of the emergency pit stop lasted a while, but not forever. Eventually, a harpy had to run dry, and so she did. "Phew... It's over, at least..." But, of course, she had nothing to wipe with. And using her feathers for that task, while they would get the job done in a pinch, would just be gross. "Well, guess I'm already pretty wet." Shaking her rear to dislodge whatever she could, Amelia stood up and gripped her shorts (after a few tries), pulling them back into place. "Gah!" That's when she realized exactly what she was in for. Now that there was no longer rising steam to warm her, the part of her pants that she had wet that had time to freeze, down to having frost on the crotch, was downright a shock to the system to feel. The existing streaks down her legs and the cooling condensation from the steam was also icing over, so even with her body able to distribute energy better without a heavy bladder to maintain, Amelia was colder than ever. "P-please, body h-heat, b-be enough..." Right back to cocooning herself with her wings. "Hah, that's a lot better." Shaking herself dry as well, Chelshia jumped to her feet, again circling one hand to pull her panties back up, and dropping her skirt and patting it down. Looking down to do so, she got a good look at her yellow snow creation. And, looking a bit more to the side, Amelia's yellow snow. For a harpy's bladder to compare at all to a chimera's made-to-be-genetically-superior bladder, even when only the harpy was bursting, was quite a feat. "Wow, Amelia! Bet you feel better now!" At this venture, there wasn't a point in being all embarrassed. "I guess," Amelia sighed. "Just promise me this: once we get this tablet piece, we get off this mountain and I get to warm up and bathe." Though the two were talking, still, she found herself unable to look Chelshia in the eyes, and the discussion died, leaving them with nothing to do but get right back to climbing. Yet, Amelia couldn't ignore the cold. Even with her plumed wings as a coat, the wetness still touching her bare skin, impossible to get rid of up here, kept her wildly uncomfortable. Even with the awkwardness still blowing in the wind, she needed conversation for distraction. "How do you do it? Just be so...okay with your bathroom needs, not a care in the world who knows it?" "Hm? I don't know. I've always been like that. Guess the professor thought being shy was counter-productive for an assistant that would probably need to answer the door, sign for packages and all that boring, not-punching stuff." "Yeah, I understand why you're not shy. In normal situations. Why does that extend to your bathroom habits? What good does letting everyone know when you have to pee do, totally able to take your pants off in front of others to do it?" As she was asking, a thought occurred to Amelia, and she stopped dead in her tracks, reeling back in disgust. "The Professor doesn't have those kind of interests, does he?" "What do you mean?" Amelia didn't have the heart to corrupt poor, innocent Chelshia with an explanation. "Well, I told you that story about the first time I had to pee, I'm sure. I couldn't find a bathroom, I felt like I was really going to explode, and nothing I could do about it. And then I accidentally ripped my panties off and wet myself in the middle of town." "I can't even imagine how humiliating that must have been." "Well...yeah, it was. But it only got that bad because I waited forever, so now I don't wait! So, if there isn't a bathroom, I just go. It's way better than having to pee really bad, and now it doesn't even feel weird. We're all girls, we all pee the same way, what's so weird about it?" Amelia heard what her friend was saying, saw the path that led her there, but she didn't understand it. How could one so easily toss away their modesty? There were just certain barriers that a girl should naturally have from birth! "It must be a chimera thing." As convenient as it must be to be so open, and it would have saved her from a near-accident, Amelia didn't want to understand. In fact, thinking about it, even having this conversation was making Amelia feel something tight and uncomfortable in her chest. "No, never mind, Chel. I just need something to take my mind off this whole thing." Just as she always did when she wanted out of a real situation, the harpy pulled out her phone and looked for something to do. "Oh, K1tsudon's live again. Guess that'll work..." After taking a few seconds to buffer over cell service, the familiar K1tsudon popped up onscreen. And the first thing Amelia noticed was that K1tsudon looked to be in even worse shape than the last time she had seen her. She was shifting her weight from heel to heel and quickly tapping one foot, her legs were seemingly glued together, sweat dripped down her red face despite the climate, her ears drooped, even her tail seemed frazzled. "-so, this is K1tsudon Channel, signing off for now. Don't go too far, though, because we'll be back soon, hopefully with the tablet in hand. T-thank you all for watching and d-donating, and don't forget...forget to like and s-subscribe. Follow me on social media...and stuff..." Her overly long farewell, which she must have done hundreds of times by now, seemed like it pained her to say all the way through. It was no sooner that she finished talking that she hurried closer to the camera, presumably a phone on a tripod mount, and leaned over the top, inadvertently shoving her ample bust into the lens. "Come on, come on, where is that stupid button?" All Amelia could see was her face tensing and upper arm shifting, but she got the picture. K1tsudon had set her phone up with the screen facing away to use the better back camera for her streaming, and since looking at a smartphone screen from directly above on a sunny day leaves very little room for actual visual analysis, she was having a hard time finding the "stop" button on a touchscreen with zero tactile feedback. Clearly, she was in too much of a hurry to walk around to the other side. "And...stop!" With a pained smile, K1tsudon hit the End Stream button and hurried back into full view of her phone's camera, doubled over with her hands in her crotch now that no one was watching. Amelia knew this because the stream didn't stop. Clearly, she had missed the button in her haste. The chat began exploding with messages such as "hey, it didn't stop!", "you gotta come back and turn it off", and "I think I know where this is going". And K1tsudon was none the wiser, muttering to herself as if it was just to herself. "Ohhhh man oh man oh man, I can't believe this mountain is so tall. This is taking way too long, I don't have a choice..." She spoke in hushed tones, but she had clearly spent a lot of money on her streaming setup, because the mic picked her up fine. "Eep! I-if I didn't shut down the stream now, I'd be done for!" Because of her oversight, everyone was an audience member to what would follow. K1tsudon fumbled with the button and zipper on her jeans, jeans so tight that it took a lot of finagling to make any progress, but she did eventually get there, her button popping off and zipper going down with a tear. That was when Amelia noticed just how close to the camera K1tsudon was; her body was in frame, but no more than that vertically, to the point that her ears were partially cut off by the top of the screen. And, at that distance, there was enough resolution that Amelia could see the top of the streamer's pink panties. They were a light pink, could be mistaken for off-white in certain lighting, but there was enough pure white negative space on the left and right of the screen for comparison to properly ascertain the pinkness of the underwear in question. There soon turned out to be no reason to carefully scan and guess at K1tsudon's undergarments of choice. As soon as Amelia realized what she was seeing, the vulpin went a step beyond by ripping her jeans down, wiggling her hips to slide them past her thighs step by step until they reached her knees, showing her panties in all their glory. An ever-so-slightly pee stained glory. And then she reached back up and pulled her panties down too, meaning a lot more "glory" for the unsuspecting viewers. The chat was now going wild with thirst, and Amelia saw the donation notification at the top begin firing off way more frequently. A few used it as a more direct way to warn the streamer what she was doing, but even they were quickly buried by those enjoying the show. Amelia didn't hear the alert sound it made earlier, a difference she could only explain as K1tsudon accidentally hitting a mute button in her blind tapping. Ignorant, K1tsudon squatted so fast she nearly became a blur, hugging her knees as she leaned in close to her thighs, and got right to work doing what nature commanded. Her position in the frame, where little below her feet was seen, meant that the steamy puddle remained mostly out of view, but the golden stream that created it was perfectly shown, as well as the licks of steam it produced. An entire channel's viewership, one now growing from a couple dozen to a couple hundred by the second, could see their favorite streamer make a gushing river live on camera, a flood of respectable strength for a standard species of monster girl, birthing a light mist as it flew free, all softly pattering as it landed in the gentle snow. The pink slit, highlighted against her dark skin, that was the source. And, to top it all off, her face melting like ice being met with boiling pee as the relief cascaded across her. "Hooohhhhh..." She pursed her lips in a calming howl as her ears drooped in total relaxation. But Amelia, even as just a viewer, was on edge. The second-hand embarrassment was deadly, even worse than her own pee. At least when she peed, her best friend was the only person who saw, not hundreds of live viewers, many of whom were male, getting a close, personal view of the worst secret a woman had to hide. She almost couldn't bear to watch, but it was just such a disaster that she also couldn't look away. For the second time today, she found her eyes glued to a peeing girl. So, she watched. She saw more of K1tsudon's genitals than she had seen of her own, a constant faucet of urine cascading from within, where the atmosphere of her splashing increasing in volume echoed across the empty mountain from her humble phone speakers. Of course she had to keep watching, she'd never see something like this again. Yes, that was for the best, but all the more reason to see it now: so it never had to happen again. As such, she saw when the vulpin hydrant began showing signs of fatigue, easing to a stop in a linear fashion, soon reduced to nothing more than a few little squirts, and then, it was like a desert. A desert that just had a monsoon pass through, but adding no water of its own. "Ohhhhh, that was too close..." Taking a hand off her legs, K1tsudon wiped the sweat from her face with her sleeve, shaking her head and sighing. "Guess I had another one of my 'rushed intermissions'." Seemingly having long since silently accepted that she'd have nothing to wipe with, she stood up, pulling her pants and panties along with them. For a brief instant, she stopped and winced when she felt the small freezing splotch on her underwear, but she still finished the job and buttoned back up. "Now, I've wasted way too much time. That chimera's gonna beat me to the tablet if I don't turn on serious mode from here on out!" With an extra spring in her step, K1tsudon jogged over to the camera and reached out for the phone. That's when the view began whipping around at a sickening speed, given that the vulpin was simply pulling it back to her without regard; if Amelia wasn't naturally immune to motion sickness thanks to her need to fly, she'd need to avert her eyes. The stream soon steadied, pointed at nothing but empty scenery, as K1tsudon held it securely and looked at the screen herself. "Alright, how much farther do I have to...what is it doing? Why is the chat still open? And...why am I still getting...a stream health indicator..." As she continued to look over the various widgets used in hosting a stream, she realized what had just happened, and her voice became filled with fear. "Oh man, this is a million times worse than changing shirts on the webcam..." The camera began trembling in her hands, she almost dropped her expensive phone in shock. In fact, she was so distraught, she still forgot to actually end the stream now, and every viewer could hear her rambling soon to follow. "I gotta delete this stream... If I don't delete this stream now, I'm gonna get demonetized... I'm gonna get my channel deleted... This'll get brought up in every chat from here on out... My career is over..." One more notification pushed onto her screen, the latest in a very long line of new donations, and instinctually, K1tsudon read it aloud. Amelia almost dropped her phone upon hearing it, since the username getting the shout out was so familiar. "Thank you for the five dollar donation, Chimera-meha, who says 'Saved. Thanks'?" The silence that followed felt like it lasted half the life of the known universe, with no sound but the gently blowing wind. Only when everyone watching was about to die from old age was it interrupted by K1tsudon switching the stream to the front camera, so all could see her face, now pale and colorless, with pupils shrunken and quivering. That's when she closed her eyes and cried out, "No, don't save that! Please, delete it now! Just forget any of this happened!" Finally, the stream actually ended, and a selection of recommended videos to follow it up with slid up from the bottom of Amelia's screen. That's when Amelia looked up from her phone, and sure enough, Chelshia had pulled out her phone at some point. The chimera also looked up, and flashed her harpy buddy a victorious smile and a big thumbs up with her big golem hand. She had a million things she could say, or ask, but Amelia instead chose to let it all go, put her phone away, and just sigh. "How does an innocent monster girl like me get involved with so many weirdos?"
This is the second entry in my series about Bethany Tucker and the Isle of Cress. It should be mostly enjoyable on its own, but I'd love for readers to check out part one as well. https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/46423-see-no-pee-vil/ Less than a half an hour into living on Cress, and Bethany was ready to go back. This country and its bathroom-averse culture were proving to be an exercise in torment. What would happen if she peed herself? How could they expect her not to, or anyone? Would it be like this everywhere? Or worse? All these thoughts harassed her. Meanwhile, the pain in her abdomen sizzled. Her quivering muscles threatened to give out entirely. Pee ran in her underwear at about the same rate as the tears returned to her eyes each time she wiped them away. “Look at it this way,” her mom encouraged, “At least we don’t have to go through security or customs again. Just over to baggage claim and straight to the house after that. You’ll get to go in about twenty minutes if everything goes well, maybe less.” Bethany almost let it all go right then. “I guess that’ll be okay,” she relented, lying through her teeth. The next five minutes were going to be a gauntlet, let alone the next twenty. “It just sucks I’m not allowed to tell anyone, or even act like it!” Her mom stopped walking and met her eyes. “Don’t you worry about keeping it private if it’s really bad. If you have to dance around to hold it, that’s okay. Or worse comes to worst and you can’t, don’t worry about that either. We’ll work it out.” “Easy for you to say,” Bethany snapped, but took the chance to cross her legs and plant both hands between them. The pair made it to baggage claim. Bethany stood before the empty carousel, shifting, groaning, and holding her crotch with abandon. A voice nearby murmured, “That girl is about to have an accident,” which caused her face to burn. A stranger thinks I’ll pee myself? She had not made it to fourteen without a close call or two, this one included. However, even with sodden panties and enough pee through to the surface of her jeans to moisten her fingers, the fear of a bladder-emptying “accident” was still pure melodrama. It had never happened. She could not release it in her pants all at once if she tried. The scene she was putting on now drew nearly every eye around, but the other passengers there be damned; the squirming kept the painful force to a minimum. “Umm, excuse me,” the older lady to Bethany’s left squeaked, “I couldn’t help but notice your situation, and wanted to remind you we passed an accommodation on the way here. It’s not too far away.” Bethany’s blush deepened. “I tried there just a few minutes ago,” she said, risking taking a hand away to tuck a sweaty lock of hair behind her ear, “But there was nowhere to actually, you know, go.” “There is, though!” she insisted, leaning in to avoid vocally airing her predicament with everyone, “If you kept going past the showers, they have more services that way.” The lady’s meaning was clear enough. “We’re American,” Bethany mustered, unable to emote how she wanted while in such a state, “You’re allowed to say ‘toilets.’” There came an ear-splitting peal from a buzzer nearby, accompanied by a rotating light and rumble from the carousel. Their bags would appear soon. The surprise caused another painful stab in Bethany’s bladder, and pushed her to make a decision faster. Bethany’s mother made the call. “I’ll get the bags. You go.” There was no more avoiding the guy at the desk back there; she needed to go too badly to turn down the only toilet around. With her bladder rolling in her abdomen, she thanked the lady and lurched in its direction. “I’m just going to find the toilet, not look at anyone, and go,” she told herself, trying not to wince from the constant push. A whimper escaped her when the door came into view again. Dammit. The guy at the desk was still there. “Hey, you’re back… alright then,” he said as Bethany walked by. She sported a war-face while ignoring him. She strode into the showers again. Just now the running water hit her awareness, making her lose a long dribble. There were more people here this time-- men, women, teenagers, younger kids, all behaving like they were not in public. She complained to herself, “Who showers in an airport? Or freaks out about pee but gets naked in front of a million people?” It mattered little. She kept walking. What she thought was a storage area was actually a hallway, almost secret for how well it was camouflaged. A door stood at its end, flanked by a pedestal. Mounted on it was a tablet with the glowing words:WELCOME GUESTIn the interest of preserving the cleanliness of our sanitary facilities, please tap here to sign in. Note: Fraudulent completion of this form is punishable under RIC Code, Article II, Section VII.IX. “Oh my goddd,” she whined, “I just want to frigging pee!” She stood before the tablet, permanently bent forward. After mustering the strength to remove her hand from between her crossed legs, the act of beginning the sign-in left a blot of urine from her wet finger on the screen. Frustration began to turn to resignation. “I guess I am having an accident,” she confessed. Before leaking any more though, her fighting spirit returned. “No. The toilet’s right there! I’ve lasted this long, so no bullshit lock to stop me for one more minute will be the killer.” She wiped the pee on her hoodie and typed her full name as quickly as her squirming and trembling would allow. Upon confirmation, the electronic lock flashed green. She ripped open the door. Bethany cried out upon seeing the toilet-- partially from its promised relief, and partially because her panties, which were already far too wet, absorbed another leak. This one did not stop. Instead, it grew to a hot and powerful gusher. Pee filled the crotch of her jeans and began to run down both legs. She yelped at the sudden calamity. This was not happening! With pee-drops flung from her fingers, she clawed at her button, undoing it and the zipper in seconds. Seconds she never had in the first place. Upon pushing her pants down to sit on the toilet, her stream went directly into them at first, making more flecks of urine spatter everywhere. The swath of piss then went across the floor and over the toilet seat until, finally, the bowl. The sigh she let out over the thundering echo of her peeing approached a roar. What was presumably the only toilet for a hundred miles around was now hers. She had made it. Technically. As her bladder continued to empty, she surveyed the damage. Every spot on her jeans that had gotten pee on it-- that is to say, almost the whole surface-- had turned unmistakably dark. The wettest patches were still shiny. Her peach-colored panties were wet enough to hold a yellowish, glimmering pool in the middle. Her feet slipped on the wet and yellow-stained foam of her flip-flops. The sharp odor of it all stung her nostrils. “Welcome to Cress, Beth,” she said to herself, her voice small. Her stream finally dwindled to drops, marking the first time her bladder was comfortably empty all day. She instinctively wiped as if it would make a difference. Standing and pulling up her pants again reinforced how bad a job she had done holding it. Without her body heat and regular dribbles of fresh pee warming her clothes while she was on the toilet, they had become deathly cold and pungent. Trying to dry herself would be hopeless. She simply grimaced and fastened her button again. The walk of shame to come promised to be exquisitely painful. Before leaving the bathroom, though, a new, unexpected realization embarrassed her further. Prior to her going in and leaving a hurricane of piss, the place had been white-glove clean. The pale blue tile on the floor was crisscrossed by perfectly white grout. The counter was a flawless plane of polished stone, adorned with a spotless chrome faucet above the sink. When turning back to the toilet, however, a sprawling yellow puddle lay before and over it as a garish monument to her failure. She glanced at the paper towel dispenser in planning to soak some of it up, but reconsidered. “Sorry,” she pleaded to no one while biting her lip. Time for a hasty exit. The crash of water in the showers hid the squelch of Bethany’s shoes and the swish of wet denim. If anyone there noticed her, she did not notice them back. Getting away from this place and out of her wrecked clothes was priority one. The guy at the ACM desk all but literally stood in the way of that priority. It was not he who interrupted her, though. Bethany had made the mistake of glancing at him and making eye contact. Now, not to make it awkward. “I made it,” she said, turning his sheepish look into a chuckle. When looking down at her sopping mess, her announcement made less sense. “Sorry,” she said again, blush heating her face. She sped out the door while dripping pee in her wake. “Oh no, Beth!” her mother said upon her return, “What happened?” “I kind of made it,” Bethany bargained. The sting of her embarrassment was already beginning to fade. Her mom would understand. “Couldn’t get my pants down soon enough though.” Her mother hugged her. “Oh, I know the feeling all too well. I had a baby a while back.” Bethany hugged back. She needed the reassurance, and at least the chance to hide her wetness from half the people in the airport. From her mom’s arms, she spotted her suitcase on the carousel. “Ooh, there’s mine,” she said. But she was still a mess. “Can you get it for me?” she asked, “I’ll just be hiding in the corner here.” Her mother obliged. She handed Bethany the suitcase, offering “Do you want to go back and change? Now’s your chance.” Bethany almost scoffed. What, and face the desk guy for like the millionth time today? “No thanks. It would just get the new clothes wet too." Her mother smiled. “Well, the option was there at least. I would suggest trying to dry yourself enough that you don’t get the seat of our ride wet though.” That would be a battle for the future. For now, getting to the parking garage was enough to occupy her mind. Edited October 6, 2018 by AliasnameTO (see edit history)
Idea and story: MissMiniMe English lessons and editing: Enamour (If there is still errors, it is my typing ?) BAD LUCK PANTS First Chapter They were just an ordinary pair of super skinny jeans. Light blue, well known brand and not too expensive. Ella handled them carefully and thought about trying them on. They were the only pair of jeans that interested her in the whole store. Ella was wearing a black skirt. She had always been a skirt lover. But now she was actually with me, her old friend and classmate, in the women's jeans section. Ella had traveled earlier to my place from our old college town. She had a new job and her own students there, where we had just graduated from the teacher's college, education program. I moved after my history teacher vacancy back here to my hometown, but we still meet up together every now and then. We had a plan to go out in the evening and have some party time, but the weather was getting cooler than normal. I suggested that if Ella wore jeans too, we would be like twins. Ella looked great in those jeans, like she did earlier wearing her skirt. Jeans were made for her slim body. She had a slight sparkle in her eyes when she looked at her backside in the mirror. Denim made me feel sexy and I think Ella was beginning to feel that way too. She made her decision quickly. She bought those skinny pants and left them on. She was also wearing a peach blouse, cream-colored heel shoes and carrying a small purse. I folded her knee length skirt, and put it in my bag. Now we were ready to have some fun and forget our first-year teaching worries. We were two young single, blond, long-haired women. Friday evening was great. We were dancing, eating and drinking. We drank mostly water and tonic, but we also had a few alcoholic drinks at the club. It was after midnight when I noticed that the last bus was leaving soon. Ella started to look around as if she was seeking something. " I don't wanna leave yet," she said. " Not until I ..." " We have to hurry. The last bus is leaving just now! ” I hurried. " I have to use the toilet and say good night to that nice guy and..." Ella said. I pointed out the long lines of the women's room to her. " Okay... no toilet then, but I will say good night very quickly." Ella sighed. After few kisses and exchanging phone numbers, Ella and I rushed towards the bus stop. Ella moaned about how she needed to pee. We waited for a few minutes until we were sure that our bus had left. Ella tried to find public toilets, but there were none. All the nearby stores and other businesses were closed. I asked if we should go back to the club. Ella did another pee-pee dance and thought it was better to find a taxi as soon as possible. When we found a taxi stop on the corner of the club's street, the queue was long. " Oh shit! " Ella cried. It was a big holiday, and crowds packed the club and downtown streets. After some desperate squirming, Ella sat on the curb alongside the street. She moved back and forth, keeping her purse tightly on her lap. We watched as the line slowly shortened. Ella sighed her "uhh-ohh's" and stepped and danced whenever she stood. But she stayed sitting on the curb next to the building's steps whenever possible. Finally it was our turn. We sat in the back seat of the taxi. Ella kept her purse tightly on her lap. She seemed a bit more relaxed and her desperation had stopped. She started to speak normally. I thought I slightly smelled rubber and moisture through our perfumes. Could it be her wet spandex denim jeans? Could an adult woman really pee herself like that? We left the taxi and I paid for our ride. It was dark night and I wasn't sure yet what had happened. We entered my apartment and I switched the lights on. The back of Ella's jeans really was wet and the wetness had spread down to her knees. Ella looked embarrassed and asked: " Can I use your washing machine after I shower? I sat on the stone and I ... I think it was a bit wet and dirty." It had not rained the past couple of days. I knew that Ella made it up. " Of course you can." I answered and smiled at her. The truth was clearly too embarrassing for her to accept, and I didn't want to humiliate her any further. Ella peeled her wet pants down to the floor. They smelled like cat pee. Her light pink panties were wet too, of course, and we threw them both in the washing machine. I gave her a pair of my pajama pants and let her shower first. In the morning, Ella came into the kitchen wearing her own clothes, including her black tight skirt. “ My skinnies were still damp, but I got my undies. You can have those jeans. I like skirts better anyways. " she said. " And Nora... I guess you noticed my... please don't tell anyone... about my accident." The good (or bad) night's sleep had changed something. " Oh that. I had forgotten the whole incident." I lied. Remembering last night's occasions still made me shiver. We ate a good breakfast and I walked in silence with Ella to the train station. " Thanks for the jeans, Ella! And don't be ashamed. I won't tell anyone, and no one saw what happened to you. " I said when Ella stepped on the coach. " You saw it Nora... and that bothers me." she ended and disappeared among the passengers. --------------------
Third Chapter Nelli is my stubborn and sometimes irritating little sister. A daddy's girl, and as a child she mostly played with boys. She had short, black dyed hair. Her bangs were longer, though, always differently and wildly colored and partly covering her big, blue eyes. She is an inch taller and a more athletic girl than me. Slim and sporty. Good student in college. Much better than me in maths. Hardly anyone believes we are sisters. Especially since Nelli has such small, perky breasts, and mine are more normal sized. We both play on the same volleyball team. On Saturday, we had a tournament game in a nearby city. I was driving and Nelli sat in the seat beside me. Nelli had a red football shirt and the skinny jeans on. She had found them hanging in my bathroom. It was typical for Nelli. She normally borrowed my clothes without asking and kept them for her own. She drank her sport drink and made moves like she had to pee soon. I started to worry when I remembered what happened last weekend. Those same pants she was wearing now had caused two accidents. Or that was what I thought, deciding to wear a different pair of jeans after my accident. I asked if Nelli wanted to stop and go empty herself before we were on a motorway. We were a bit late because of her long phone calls and Nelli said she could wait. I knew my sister and I recognized her need to pee, but I couldn't order her to take a pee break against her will. She is eighteen, after all. I asked again if she was sure. When she answered she was fine and she wanted to start training and stretching as soon as possible, I continued straight on to the highway. After an hour driving, we arrived at the parking lot of the sports hall. I looked over at Nelli’s pants when she stood up. They were still dry after squirming on the seat the whole ride over. She continued drinking, however, and I was afraid something odd might happen to her too. Then I thought it was all just my imagination. There were no such thing as magic pants. Just bad luck and two similar incidents. Nelli held her knees tightly together as she lifted her bags out from the tailgate of my car. We ran through the yard with our stuff. Nelli is the youngest team member, and as a newbie player, she had to carry our water bottles, balls and other stuff. We hurried in and saw a big desk. The woman behind the desk pointed toward our locker room without asking. They were on the bottom floor downstairs. " Where are the toilets? " Nelli asked and the woman answered the bathrooms were down in the locker room, unless we wanted to climb up the stairs to the cafe. " I'll wet my pants if step up or down any stairs, " Nelli said and found what she needed. " Ahh, Elevator! Nice. " She dragged her bags and the volleyball bag in the elevator as soon as the doors opened. I went to the stairs and met my other team members stretching their legs there. I heard a beeping voice and the woman at the front desk screamed: " Oh, not again! I have to call a repairman. " Nelli had made too quick and powerful moves. The elevator had gotten stuck between two floors. She pressed the button again and again, but the elevator had broken. She was in pain and panicked. I tried to shout at her to not panic and that the repairman was coming. I didn't know if she heard me or not, though. I waited a long while, before the repairman arrived fifteen minutes later. I called and texted Nelli, but I never got any response. She had probably left her cell phone in the car. Finally, the elevator doors opened on the bottom floor. Me and the other team members were standing behind the repairman when it happened. All of us sighed. Nelli was standing in the corner of the elevator cabin, bending forward and holding her hands on her knees. There was large puddle of pee on the floor around her sport shoes. Her inner thighs and legs were wet. Nelli was shaking and I knew she was crying under her long lock of hair. Tear drops were falling down into her puddle of pee. " Cheer up! You are not the first person to wet yourself like that, " the repairman comforted. " I have seen many. " I walked my sister to the locker room and Nelli undressed out of her wet skinnies. At least her very wet, red and white striped panties were hers, and not mine. She sat there in her wet undies a long time, wiping her legs with her towel and crying. Our self-confident college girl had changed into a crying baby. She had put on her uniform, but there was no sense in asking her to play with us. The opposing team had heard about the accident, and they were calling us all "panty pissers". I did not play well that day. I had the third recent accident on my mind the whole time. Now I was pretty sure there was some witchery in those normal looking super skinny jeans. I made my decision on the way home. I talked with Nelli and comforted her. She was feeling better and better. I didn't tell her about Ella's and my accidents, though. I thought it would be too weird. Maybe I was still embarrassed or feeling somehow guilty. I hadn't stopped Nelli from wearing my cursed jeans. In any case, I had to get rid of those jeans! I started collecting old clothes in my room, getting them ready to take to a flea market. Atop the pile on my living room table, was the folded pair of bad luck pants. -------
Fourth Chapter On Friday, Hanna came to my place in the morning before work. We had agreed to carpool to work in her car. She noticed the pile of clothes on my table. I said that I was going to sell them at the flea market. The familiar back pocket design on the top of the pile made her curious: " I haven't had jeans like these for years. Can I try them on? " Hanna is one of my colleagues, the girl's gym teacher. She is over thirty years old, red-headed and has two children. Her body is still great after two births and she has a good physique. She is very popular among the students, especially the boys. Her body was curvy and she swung her hips whenever she walked. She definitely knows her best parts, and her clothes mostly have a pretentious aesthetic. I have heard whistles behind her when she walks down the corridors between the gym and classrooms. I have to say, I am a bit jealous of her, but I know she had spent hundreds of hours at the gym. I knew her ass would look great in the light blue super-skinny jeans. Hanna took off her white suit pants and I caught a glimpse of her blue thongs and trained round bottom. She wiggled into my skinnies. Cotton and spandex made her even sexier than I expected. " They are perfect. You look amazing! " I praised. " I haven't seen you wear these pants before. Can I borrow them? " Hanna asked. " I'm worried that you might be able to see my thong through my thin, white suit pants. I didn't think about it earlier. " " You can have them. " I answered, pleased. At last, they were not mine any more. Hanna stuffed her white suit pants into her bag and smiled, like the devil inside me. I knew she loved her new jeans. Friday's work day was unlike any other. In the afternoon, we had a readiness training for in case of emergencies throughout the entire school, including the surrounding grounds. My training point was in my history class. It was the last station before Hanna's point at the nearby park. She had a first aid training session there. Students were separated into ten groups and each group went through every training point during the afternoon. After my pee accident, I was very careful and went to women's room before the start of the training. I had black jeans on, just in case. I knew teachers couldn't have big breaks and I was afraid of my bladder's ability to hold. The whole afternoon went well, however. I hadn't confirmed with Hanna whether I was carpooling with her back home or not. I waited for her in the teacher's lounge for a while, but she had left without calling me or even coming into the school building. On Monday, I found a plastic bag on my classroom desk. There was a note on it that said "Not My Jeans" with a sad face drawn after it. Hanna had given my bad luck jeans back. During the day, I heard rumors that one of the female teachers had been seen wetting herself. My heart started to beat harder. I wondered if someone had seen my pee accident after all. I was a new teacher, and it would be the end of my career in this school. I felt sick until I heard a group of giggling girls mention the words "Pissy Mrs. M" in the same sentence. Mrs. M was Hanna's nickname, going by her last name. Some of the girls made Hanna's accident very public, using social media. I saw the short, recorded file too. The title was "Mrs. M Laughed and Peed!!!". It really was Hanna. It showed the backside of the walking woman with red, wavy hair, a white blazer, light blue skinny jeans, black high heels, holding a dark brown hand bag and a first aid kit. It was the same outfit I had seen on her that day. Her hips were swinging like always, and the back of her thighs and bum were partly soaked. The patch of pee was round and the size of a dinner plate. Hanna's popularity just increased among students after that day. She knew that she was in the dreams of many a young boy, and a male teacher as well. Her wetting accident had made her even more famous and, for a moment, the whistles had changed to requests to show more. Some female students confirmed later that the accident had happened because she laughed during the artificial respiration and mouth-to-mouth training. Hanna had confessed her obvious wetting accident and stopped her last group's training immediately. She then told them that they were all free to go home, and that they had seen more than enough. Hanna never said anything about her accident, but I noticed her cheeks get slightly red every time she heard insinuations about her wetting from students or other teachers. That was enough for me. At the end of that school day, I went straight to a flea market and sold the pile of my old clothes. Including the cursed pair of jeans. A beautiful, long haired brunette girl stared at me from behind the desk. She was the clerk and must have been in her twenties. " You really want to sell these? " She wondered. ------------------- Fifth Chapter My name is Fiona. This Friday evening is going to be so exciting. I have a date with my boyfriend tonight, and we are going to an outdoor concert. I am so, so nervous, but luckily I have my good luck flag underwear on. And guess what! One blond female teacher really made my day this week. She wanted to sell her almost brand new skinny jeans at my flea market on Monday. They went so well with my black leather jacket that I thought I would keep them myself. I had the perfect outfit for the rock concert! --------------------
Chapter 5: Fiona set out for the rock concert all pumped and full of energy(mainly due to the six Red Bulls i'd had beforehand) my favorite band was going to be playing a three hour set and I didn't intend on missing a single song. By the time 45 minutes had pissed she started to feel an urge to pee, nothing too bad yet but noticeable enough to be at least slightly distracting, but she was able to lose herself in the music enough to ignore it. By the time an hour and a half had passed the urge had gotten worse and now it was definitely getting uncomfortable, but unfortunately the fact that this was an outdoor concert meant that sitting down and crossing her legs was not an option(lest she risk getting trampled to death like those poor kids at Donnington all those years ago)and with everyone in the crowd jumping around excited, she couldn't really stand still either as she had to avoid getting knocked down at all costs, this really made her bladder slosh around and put her on the verge of leaking several times, but this concert was a once in a lifetime opportunity and she had to tough it out or she'd regret it. 2 and a half hours in and she was in incredible pain and discomfort, she was already starting to leak into my lucky underwear and jeans and wasn't sure how much more she could take, fortunately her prayers seemed to be answered when a massive downpour of rain started, forcing the band to end their set early. Normally she would've been dissapointed by that, but right now she just desperately wanted to relieve her poor aching bladder, so she stumbled over to the toilets as quick as she could, normally she wouldn't think of using a chemical toilet but right now she was too desperate to care, unfortunately the line seemed to go on for ages and she knew damn well there wasn't a snowballs chance in hell she'd make it if she tried getting in line, so she left the concert grounds looking for the nearest shop. Unfortunately by now it was so late that almost everyplace was closed, and the few that were open either had a bathroom that was for employees only or demanded that she buy something first, she unfortunately had spent all her money on the concert tickets so she was fresh out of luck. Eventually she made it to be subway, the bathrooms were closed for cleaning because of course, so she jumped on the next train home, hoping she could somehow make it to her apartment, but alas the train shut down 10 minutes from home and Fiona was forced to wait in agony while the train was getting fixed. Finally her bladder reached it's limit and she flooded her lucky panties and jeans with a huge pent up flow of urine that went on for several minutes, finally her bladder was empty and just as she finished the train started up again. These damn jeans really were cursed, Fiona's only consolation was that nobody had seen her pee herself because of how empty the train was, but still this was not a desirable situation whatsoever. Fortunately she'd brought a change of clothes with her in her backpack, she'd anticipated possibly having to change due to the possibility of getting covered in mud at the concert grounds, but peeing herself was something she hadn't counted on. So once the train stopped she waited until everyone else had left before she got off and hurried into the ladies room, she yanked off her soaking wet jeans and tossed them into the trash and also took of her sopping wet panties, after wiping her crotch with toilet paper she put on her satin boxers and blue polyester running shorts. Suddenly she heard someone else come in, she turned around and saw a young perky blonde woman walk in, she was gorgeous with 34-c breats and a dynamite ass to boot. "you aren't seriously throwing these jeans away?" the woman asked Fiona. Then the woman did something that shocked Fiona, she picked up the soaking wet jeans and took in a huge whiff of the soaking wet fabric, "ah had a little accident eh?" the woman said jokingly which made Fiona blush a brighter shade of red then she thought was humanely possible. "that's OK, i've had a few too, but I grew to like it" she then licked the wet pissy fabric and starting jamming one of her hands into her black leather booty-shorts, fingering herself to an intense orgasm right in front of her which stunned Fiona into silence. After her orgasm passed, the woman said to Fiona "i'll give you 50 bucks for those jeans" and thrust a wad of cash into Fiona's face, Fiona eager to get those jeans off her hands eagerly agreed. The woman then snatched the jeans up and put them into her bag, then the woman stunned Fiona again by pulling her in close and kissing her, Fiona had never thought up other women that way before, but she definitely felt something this time, then the women took out a piece of paper and wrote down a number and name on it before handing it to Fiona "call me" the woman whispered in her ear sexily and then left the ladies room, leaving Fiona standing there still too stunned to speak, she took a look at the paper, the name on it read "Brittany". Fiona then couldn't resist fingering herself to an explosive climax before she too went home, she debated over whether or not to call Brittany, one thing was for sure, she knew if anyone would get enjoyment out of those bad luck jeans, it was Brittany. So what did you think? Edited December 14, 2020 by LifeIsStrange (see edit history)
It was a lazy Sunday morning in Valerie's Docklands flat. Some hours ago Valerie had woken me up by sensually caressing me under the duvet. Once she was certain she had my undivided attention she had straddled me and lowered herself on to my rigid cock. There are worse ways to start the day. After I had brought her to a shuddering climax she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "You'd better hurry up and finish down there - I'm bursting for a wee!" "Then am I entirely safe with you on top of me?" I enquired. Still mounted on me, Valerie sat upright, arching her back and running her fingers through her hair as she considered the question. "Who can say?" she replied with an air of unconcern. "But if not..." she giggled..."you'll be the first to know!" I exploded inside her. Still giggling, she rolled off me and dashed into the en suite. I heard a stream of pee patter into the shower tray, followed by the sound of running water. I flung back the duvet and followed her into the shower. -------------- Valerie had finished her brunch - two large glasses of orange juice, bacon and eggs and plenty of hot black coffee - some time ago and was now sitting at the kitchen table reading the Sunday Times on her iPad, one long and flawlessly-shaped leg crossed over the other. Her dressing gown was open at the front, revealing that the only other thing she was wearing was a pair of dark blue cotton hipster briefs. Absent-mindedly she had slipped a hand between her legs and was jigging her free foot as she read. The house phone rang. I walked over to the wall-mounted receiver and answered it. It was Angela wanting to talk to her daughter urgently. Valerie stood up and padded barefoot over to the phone. Angela talked for some time. Valerie's brow furrowed. It was clearly something important and not good news. "Oh...I'm sorry to hear that....yes, of course....he has been frail for some time..." She turned to me and gestured for something to write on. "Yes of course she can, Mummy....No, no problem at all.....yes that's fine." Valerie was jigging up and down restlessly but obviously did not want to terminate the conversation. OK, just a minute....Air France 1780...arriving at 1345....Terminal 4...got it." She crossed her legs. "That's OK. I'm sure Tom will...." Her dressing gown was open at the front and I could see the fabric of her briefs start to dampen between her legs. "No, it really is no trouble....it will be nice to see her again...." The damp patch gradually increased in size as Valerie slowly and involuntarily leaked into her knickers. A stray droplet tracked its way down the inside of her left thigh. She rammed her free hand between her legs and held herself tight. Still the conversation went on. "Yes I will...does she know?..." Two or three rivulets of pee were escaping past her clenched hand, snaking down her legs and beginning to pool on the floor around her feet. "Yes of course...I'm sure she is...." I fetched a towel, walked over to Valerie and held it between her legs through her open dressing gown. She flashed me a smile of thanks and let go. The towel grew heavier and I felt warm moisture against my hand. With a final couple of squirts, Valerie finished peeing through her knickers into the towel. "No, that's fine. Leave it with us." I opened the door of the washing machine and lobbed in the saturated towel. Valerie continued to talk on the phone, her soaked knickers still dripping on to the floor. "Yes, yes, you'd better get going.....Do let us know how things are when you get there.....Love to Daddy!" She put the phone down. ----- When she had changed into a clean pair of cotton hipster briefs - pink this time - and added her wet knickers to the pee-drenched towel in the washing machine, together with another towel she had used to mop up the kitchen floor, Valerie sat down and poured herself a fresh cup of coffee.. "Grandad - Daddy's father - is in a nursing home in Gloucestershire. He's been very frail for some time and the home phoned this morning to say that he's taken a turn for the worse and that they think Daddy should get down there as soon as he can. "Anyway Léa - remember her? - is apparently genius-level at maths and her Lycée has organised for her to attend a three-day seminar on maths in code-breaking here in London. It's quite a compliment for her to be invited as she's much younger than the other delegates. "Léa has never travelled abroad on her own so her mother had asked Mummy to pick her up from the airport and look after her whilst she is in London. They were supposed to be seeing the sights tomorrow and then she has the seminar on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. But now Mummy and Daddy have had to drop everything and drive to Gloucestershire so she's asked me if we can look after Léa instead. It's lucky that I don't start my new job until next week! "I'll organise the spare bedroom for her and give Emily a call as we're due there for dinner tonight. Would you be a sweetheart and meet Léa at the airport for me? Unfortunately she's coming in to Heathrow, not City, so you'll need to leave soon. Do you mind?" ----- Valerie had texted Léa before she left Paris so she knew I would be meeting her but as I stood in Heathrow's Terminal 4 arrivals hall waiting for her to appear I was not at all sure how she would be feeling about it. On the only occasion we had met before, when she had spent the day with us at the villa in Tuscany, she had been too shy of me and the other boys to admit that she needed to pee and had ended up wetting herself [Valerie 18]. An only child that her mother had kept rather sheltered, Léa seemed to me to be rather young for her age - she must be at least sixteen, maybe seventeen - naive and somewhat vulnerable. Was, her unworldliness an aspect of her mathematical genius or the result of over-protective parenting? I also knew that such fragile self-confidence as she possessed had taken a severe blow recently when her father and mother separated acrimoniously. Léa walked through from the customs hall and looked around uncertainly until she saw me. Petite, slightly underweight, with an elfin face and large, brown eyes, her plain haircut, her short but shapeless shift dress and her 'sensible' shoes did nothing for her. She gave me a limp, damp handshake and I took her bag. "Pleasant flight?" I asked as we descended the escalators to the Heathrow Express platforms. "I don't really like flying" she said hesitantly. "It feels - claustrophobic - is that a word in English? And why do they have to lean over so much when they are turning?" "Something to do with balancing forces" I replied. "You could ask Jack tonight - he's an airline pilot so he can explain it when we go to Emily's flat for dinner tonight. Just change the subject if he starts writing formulae!" We had just missed a train so we had a fifteen minute wait for the next one to leave. As we were waiting I explained to Léa that Heathrow is London's main airport but it is some distance to the west of London whereas our flat in Docklands is on the eastern side of the city. A new direct rail link is being built but until it opens the journey across London is slow and tedious. And, to complicate things further, the Jubilee tube line that serves Docklands was closed that day for weekend engineering work. Léa had seemed tense whilst we were underground but as soon as the train burst out of the airport tunnel into the afternoon sunshine and swept over the flyover on to the main line towards Paddington she relaxed visibly. But when we left Paddington's vast, echoing arched roof for the warren of underground walkways that led to the Bakerloo line platforms her tension returned. The crowds on the escalator, the screech of wheel flanges on rails, the warm, dusty air all seemed to spook Léa. A train was just leaving as we walked on to the platform so I led her to the far end where I knew the trains would be less crowded. Almost immediately the next train swept round the bend and into the platform and I was glad to see that the last car was almost empty. We sat opposite each other on facing seats and I kept up a line of idle chatter to distract her from her apparent anxiety. Edgware Road, Marylebone, Baker Street - our rapid progress through the station stops seemed to give Léa a little reassurance. But after we left the brightly lit station at Regents Park and plunged once again into the dark, narrow, tube tunnel the train slowed and stopped. Beneath the floor a brake air compressor cut in briefly - then silence. Léa was breathing rapidly, she crossed her legs tightly and her fingers pawed at the fabric of her seat - she was close to panic. I crossed over and sat next to her, putting my arm round her shoulders. She was sweating and shaking with fear and her eyes were those of a hunted animal. "Its OK Léa" I murmured. "Its probably just a red signal. We're right behind that other train, I expect we're waiting for it to leave the next station." Sure enough, a few seconds later the brakes released with a sigh and our train ran forward into the platform. We changed lines at Oxford Circus, walking through narrow underground passageways and stairs crowded with shoppers, then as we walked on to the Central Line platform a train suddenly erupted from the tunnel right beside us. Startled, Léa jumped with fright, then froze, her legs crossed tight. The train whined to a halt and flung its doors open. For a moment I thought Léa might refuse to board the train. I put a reassuring arm round her shoulder and guided her on. "Not too far now" I reassured her. There were seats to be had but she perched herself by the door at one end of the car. Tottenham Court Road, Holborn, Chancery Lane, St Pauls, Bank. Mercifully there were no tunnel stops this time and I was soon leading her through another maze of underground walkways and plunging even deeper downwards to the Docklands Light Railway platforms at Bank station. A train was waiting, almost empty, with its doors open. We boarded but Léa did not seem to want to sit down. "Léa, love, what's the matter?" I asked gently. She made no reply. "Do you need the loo?" She nodded. "Have you wet yourself?" Another nod. She wiped away a tear. "Anything worse?" She shook her head emphatically. "Well, that's not too bad then" I said brightly. "Do you still need to go?" She nodded vehemently and wiped away another tear with the back of her hand. At that moment the doors closed and the train moved off, climbing the steep incline and emerging into sunlight. "Its only about ten minutes to our stop and as far as I know there aren't any loos at the stations" I said. "I think you will find it easier to wait if you sit down. We chose a pair of facing seats and Léa perched on the edge of hers, raising her dress clear at the back as she sat down and briefly revealing her plain white knickers with a damp stain between the legs. Shadwell, Limehouse, Westferry, Léa was shifting in her seat with discomfort, crossing and re-crossing her legs. I kept up a one-sided conversation on the history of London's Docklands to try to distract her but I doubt she took in a single word of it. As the train took the flyover at West India Docks she stood up. I thought she was about to pee on the floor but she walked up and down uneasily for a few minutes before sitting down again. We emerged from under the skyscrapers of Canary Wharf and trundled over the bridge to Heron Quays. "This is our stop" I said. "Just a short walk to the flat." Léa hurried ahead of me down the escalator from the platforms and out into the warmth of a fine autumn afternoon. The office blocks were deserted and very few people were around on this Sunday afternoon. We took one of the walkways beside the water. Suddenly Léa stopped walking, put her face in her hands and started to cry as pee flowed down her legs and into her shoes whilst other streams fell from beneath her dress and splashed on to the paving stones. I put an arm round her little shoulders and kissed her lightly on the top of her head as she continued to wet herself helplessly where she stood. "Its OK, love, there's nobody watching. Anyway, I bet that feels a whole lot better!" She smiled shyly up at me through her tears. ----- That night, after making love, Valerie and I lay in bed quietly discussing Léa. She had dissolved in tears on Valerie's shoulder as soon as we arrived at the flat. Valerie had taken her to her room, soothing her and helping her to deal with her soaked knickers, socks and shoes. Léa had emerged an hour later, freshly showered and having borrowed some of Valerie's makeup to mitigate the effects of her earlier crying. Over pre-dinner drinks at Emily and Jack's flat, Emily had skilfully encouraged Léa to tell us about the seminar she would be attending and Léa, sipping an Orangina, had talked with enthusiasm about the uses of mathematics in code-breaking. Dinner had gone well - Léa had even been confident enough to ask Emily if she could use the loo - and now Léa had wished us goodnight and gone to her room. "I've told her there is a mattress protector on her bed and I've put a spare sheet in her room so she's not to worry if she wets the bed" said Valerie. "But my real concern is how vulnerable she is at the moment. She'll be going to university next year where she'll find boys taking an interest in her and her in them. One of them could so easily break her heart whilst she's like this. The underlying problem is her lack of self-confidence and I'm going to do something about that." "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "You'll see!" Valerie replied enigmatically. ----- The next evening I returned from work to find Valerie and Léa sitting on the balcony enjoying the evening sunshine, Valerie with a glass of chilled white wine, Léa with an Orangina. Léa was transformed. Her hair had been expertly cut in a gamine style that complemented her pixie face, its natural mousey-brown colour enhanced with subtle highlights. She was wearing make-up that emphasised her Audrey Hepburn eyes, applied with such skill and delicacy that it did not detract at all from her youthful freshness. She was wearing lipstick of a natural shade , her eyebrows had been lightly plucked and shaped and her nails manicured to perfection. She was wearing a plain, peach-coloured knee-length dress with a large belt that drew attention to her slim waist. Its understated elegance spoke of expert tailoring and it swayed seductively as she rose gracefully from her seat and walked across to greet me. She was beautiful and she knew it. Confidently, she took both of my hands in hers and said "Tom, I want to thank you properly for being so kind yesterday. I really do appreciate the way you looked after me." She stood on tiptoe and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
(i found this online a few years ago i noticed it was not here so i thought i would upload it, i forgot the site that i found it on, if anyone recognizes the story and uploader can you tell me so i can credit them properly) NOTES > i have made some changes to make this story more appealing to myself > this story contains wetting (pants and diapers) > this story contains messing (diaper only and will have a warning beforehand) > this story contains softcore sexual content > i have added chapter markers to make it easier to read in multiple sittings (original didnt have them) My Sorority Initiation CHAPTER 1 My wife suggested that I write to you about my experience in college. My name is Kim or Kimberly as I am sometimes called. I attended a Midwest university where I was a member of a large sorority. What makes my story interesting is that it was my initiation into the sorority that changed my life forever. Not only did I meet my wife during the process (yes im lesbian), but I also discovered that I get extremely turned on by being in humiliating situations, especially where wetting and diapers are concerned. Sororities and fraternities on my campus were no longer allowed to participate in any hazing activities that would harm pledges. I thought that this anti-hazing policy was a great idea when I decided to pledge a sorority during my freshman year. What I didn't realize is that the Greek system on campus still practiced initiations, especially during "hell week," that were very humiliating. As long as no one got injured, the university allowed sororities and fraternities to pretty much do anything they wanted to their pledges. After going to several rush parties, I decided to pledge the most popular sorority on campus. The sorority had a gorgeous house, the girls were all very outgoing and pretty, and it seemed that all of the frats loved this particular sorority. I received a bid to pledge the sorority and anxiously attended my first meeting to meet the other pledges and current members. Things were pretty much as I expected. The girls were extremely nice, drinks flowed freely, and yes, there were plenty of guys from our "big brother" fraternity house. (This frat was informally linked to our sorority for many activities.) I was glad I made my decision and could not wait to go through the month long process to become a member. The following day, all of the sorority pledges were asked to attend a meeting at the house to learn more about the sorority and the process for becoming a member. The "friendly" sorority sisters began to exhibit a whole new attitude. We were immediately talked down to and it became very clear that we were going to go through some pretty tough things before we would become members. We were to treat all current members as queens. In other words, whatever any of the members wanted, we were to immediately respond to their request. Further, we were each assigned a sorority "Mom" and a fraternity "Dad" who would "look out for us" and "help us" through the membership process. At first things were not bad. We had to clean rooms in the sorority house, make many of the meals, and we served food and drinks at our parties. However, my sorority Mom, Janet, was particularly demanding and took a lot of pride in making me work extra hard to please her, just because we are in a relationship doesn't mean I'm getting off easy. If any of the members didn't accept us, we would not be offered membership status at the end of the month. Needless to say, we all worked very hard for the approval of the members. It was also during this time that I met my fraternity Dad, Chris. Chris was extremely handsome, caring, and yes, very assertive. What I didn't realize was that my sorority Mom and Fraternity Dad talked frequently about my progress and would often plot ways to make my pledge experience as trying and humiliating as possible. Again, everything progressed pretty much as I expected until "hell week" started. (Hell week was the last step before membership.) At the start of hell week all of the pledges were brought together to discuss the week's activities. We were told that we lost ALL of our rights during the week and that we would be put through many humiliating experiences. We had to basically sign away our rights in a "document of understanding." I don't think any of us had any idea what was in store for us and each one of us signed the document. We were told that our Greek "Mom" and "Dad" would monitor our progress during the week at all times. Each day would bring on more and more challenges that we would have to complete or we would not become members. The end of the week would finish with a large sorority/fraternity party and at the party we would learn if we passed the tests to become new members. The first night started very harmlessly. Our pledge class was divided into 6 groups of three girls each. I liked the other two girls on my team, Heather and Amy. We were to be in our teams throughout the week and we were told that the teams who received the least amount of points would receive harder treatment. The first event seemed to be pretty tame. We were to play a type of scavenger hunt where each team was given a list of items to find. The team who came back first received the most points, but all teams had to complete the list before they were allowed to return to the sorority house. The list for the scavenger hunt was weird, but this being hell week, none of us thought too much of it at first, and we anxiously set off to be the first team back to the house. Each team's list was practically the same, but we did not know that at first. Our list contained the following items: a package of diaper pins; 3 baby bottles; 3 lengths of thin chain each 26" long; a roll of clear packing tape; a large package of "overnight" adult disposable diapers; 3 short plaid skirts; 3 pairs of spandex shorts in our sizes; a package of small luggage sized locks with keys; 3 diaper bags; sleeper-styled pajamas one size below each of our sizes; permanent marking pens and several other silly items. Yes, it was a weird list, and one that would take some time to find all of the items. It seemed obvious that somehow we would be expected to wear the items on our scavenger hunt list, but none of us could really see much connection between some of the items. And why were there so many baby items on the list? We went to the hardware store to get the 3 chains and found a package of very small locks as well. The drug store had many of the items, including the adult disposable diapers. That was the most embarrassing item to buy. I found my heart racing when I went through the humiliation of buying the diapers from the store clerk. He asked, "Are these diapers for you big girls?" We laughed and said, "You never know." Next, we went to a department store and found the clothes items we needed. Having completed our list, we hurried back to the sorority house and found that we had come in first place among the teams. With all other teams returned. We were all laughing, drinking and having a great time relating our stories about how we found all of our items. The night ended somewhat abruptly when the President of our sorority, Nicole, came in and announced that we all better go to bed because class would come early the next morning. She went on to say that we should all be showered by 7:00AM and to put on our new plaid mini skirts for class. I couldn't get it out of my mind that tomorrow could bring on something wild and crazy. Before falling asleep, my sorority "mom," Janet, called me to wish me well and said that she was looking forward to seeing her "baby" tomorrow. I don't think she ever called me "baby" and I was certain that she meant more than she actually said. Before drifting off to sleep, I thought about the diapers I purchased with my teammates. I had a diaper experience several years earlier in High School. I was babysitting, and decided to fold and pin three cloth diapers on myself to see what it felt like. I even tried to wet the diapers, but found it impossible to intentionally wet myself. Eventually, I poured two glasses of warm water down the front of my diaper to experience the feeling of wearing a wet diaper. The experience unexpectedly turned me on. I felt so naughty wearing a wet diaper. It was a little hard to walk around, but it was such an incredible feeling to have the warm, wet diaper between my legs. I ended up lying on the floor with my hand down the front of my soaking wet diaper and I played with myself until I exploded in a fantastic climax. I thought that tomorrow could be interesting... I woke up, showered and then dressed in my little plaid skirt and bike shorts that I purchased the night before. The pledges were told to dress like little schoolgirls and I did my best to comply. I even put my long blond hair into two ponytails so that I looked the part. We had all spent the night at the sorority house. When we came downstairs, we were immediately told to line up for inspection. Several of us were told that our skirts were too long, me included. I couldn't believe that my skirt was too long! I was given a new skirt right on the spot and told to change in front of the other pledges. This skirt was extremely short, but I dared not to complain. When we all passed inspection, we thought we could go on our way to class. It would be embarrassing dressed as little schoolgirls, but worst things could happen. Before being dismissed from our line, our sorority president, Nicole, told us to remove our panties and give them to her. Next, we were told to get with our teammates from the night before so that we could do a diapering exercise. There were lots of questions, but our president scolded us to "Shut up and do as we were told!" Each group gathered in the same room and the bags of disposable diapers we purchased the night before were brought out to each team. We were then instructed to take turns putting a diaper on each girl on our team. If the diaper was put on wrong or too loose, we would receive point deductions. (Points were going to mean a lot.) How embarrassing! There was giggling and even some mild protests, but in the end, we all wanted to become part of the sorority and proceeded to put the diapers on each other. It wasn't hard to do, just very humiliating. I had never lied down naked in front of a girl, especially to be diapered. Everyone finished and we again formed our inspection line. The sorority president proceeded to go down the line and inspect each of our diapers. All but one girl passed the inspection. This poor girl was told to remove her diaper and a fellow sorority sister proceeded to give her 5 whacks with a sorority paddle. The girl was quickly diapered by one of her teammates again, and it looked like the diaper was very tight this time. Our sorority president, Nicole, gave us some more instructions. "I know what you are thinking...As soon as you leave for class you are going to take your diapers off so that you don't have to wear them out in public." "Well, you can all forget about that!" "Bring me the packing tape the girls bought last night." While still standing in line, each of us was asked one at a time to raise our skirts. One of the sorority members then placed a small piece of packing tape over the tapes on the disposable diaper. "No longer will you be able to remove the diaper without the plastic being torn!" "If you come back to the house without your diaper on, you will fail your initiation!" "Any questions?" Being bold, I asked, "What should we do if we need to use the restroom?" Nicole said, "There is bad news and good news." "The bad news is you are wearing your toilet!" "The good news is that you can return to the house between 12 noon and 1:00pm to either use the bathroom, or if you deserve it - you will receive a diaper change!" Our president, Nicole wet on, "Before we let you waddle off to class, there are just a few more instructions." We were each handed a 1L bottle of water and told to drink it as quickly as possible. Again, points were given to the 3-girl team that finished all of their bottles first. It was obvious to all of us that they wanted us to leave for class with the disturbing thought that our bladders may not make it until 12 noon when we could return to the safety of our sorority house. Amy, Heather and I finished the water bottles first. What made things more difficult is all of us had plenty of coffee to drink before the diapering began. I can only speak for myself, but I needed to pee because i didn't get the chance to go before waking up, there was no chance i would make it. Nicole continued with her commands. "Now, Just one more thing to wear to class this morning." "We have purchased custom leggings for each of you. "We have added your name and our sorority Greek letters to the bottom of each pair of leggings." For example, Kim, your pants say, "Baby Kimberly" along with our sorority letters." "Don't look so shocked!" "You will appreciate these pants if anyone decides to take a peek. " Nicole then had one of the sorority sisters hand each of us our monogrammed leggings and we were instructed to put them on over the disposable diapers and spandex shorts we were wearing. I kicked off my shoes and began to pull the leggings up over my white knee socks. As I continued to pull them up my legs, I felt myself getting aroused. I finished pulling them over my diapered bottom and I noticed how snug they felt around my waist and thighs. I can only describe the feeling as secure and strangely erotic. "OK, that should do it until noon." "I am sure I don't have to tell you to be back at noon, you are all wearing a little reminder." "At noon we will have a few more surprises, but I think you are all set to enjoy your morning classes." CHAPTER 2 We were free to go to class, but how could we go out in public. I asked my fellow teammates if you could tell what I was wearing under my skirt. They told me that it was obvious my skirt just barely covered my diapered bottom and the leggings did show a significant bulge, but that unless I bent over, I would probably be able to keep my diaper a secret. The other girls were in the same predicament. We then proceeded to leave for class with our fellow team members. Safety in numbers or so we thought. However, walking to class dressed as young schoolgirls drew attention and many stares. I couldn't help but think that everyone could hear my diaper crinkle as I took each step. I did not expect how much this whole situation would excite me. I think it was the risk of getting caught and humiliated that got me so sexually charged. Also, ever since I put on a diaper way back in High School during my babysitting job, I wanted to recreate the excitement I felt of having a diaper between my legs. I still remember vividly the feeling of walking to class with the diaper pressing tightly between my legs. As we walked to class, we couldn't stop talking about the predicament we were in. One thing was certain; we all were going to stick this out. None of us were quitters and we wanted the sorority membership badly. I got to my first class and took a seat at the back of the class. I received a lot of stares, but dressed as a little schoolgirl, I was not surprised. Sororities and Fraternities always made their pledges do and wear strange things during hell week, so it wasn't as strange as it may seem to come to class, as I was dressed. This was the first time I ever sat down with a diaper on. I was constantly reminded by the padding between my legs that I was diapered! My sorority Mom, Janet, took the same economics course and she came in and sat down beside me like she always did. "You are looking especially cute today," Janet said. She was really starring a hole through me and I thought that she might know something about what I was secretly wearing underneath my skirt. Still she did not let on. I prayed that the professor would not call on me to go up to the board and I was thankful that he did not. When the class ended, Janet offered to walk me to my next class. Of course I agreed, but thought it a little strange that she would choose today to walk so far out of her way. There was no way she could not have seen my padded rump and I was still sure that she knew more than she was saying. When I got to my class, Janet patted my bottom as I turned to leave. "See you later Baby." I about died. I really loved Janet, but our relationship was still at the beginning stages, and I certainly did not want her to see me in diapers outside the sorority house!!! As I sat in my second period class, I reflected on Janet. All of a sudden the pressure in my bladder became too intense to bear and i flooded my diaper right there in my seat, It was only 10:20AM so I had plenty of time to kill before I could return to the sorority house. I tried to put the wetness out of my mind. My fellow pledge, Amy, was in this same class and we sat together. We both looked at each other and without saying anything; we both knew that we were getting pretty uncomfortable, but she was still dry! I watched as Amy kept squirming in her seat. There was something so incredibly exciting about the situation we found ourselves in. On the one hand, I was scarred that if I was called to the front, I would die of humiliation. But on the other hand, I was sexually charged by the feelings I was experiencing, and I felt secure knowing that I had a secret under my skirt that would keep me protected. (To this day, I get excited by secretly wearing a diaper under my clothes while I'm out in public.) Amy passed me a note that said, "I just let a little go in my diaper and I feel so much better!" I couldn't believe it. Here were two grown college women sitting in class passing notes about wetting themselves! I responded by telling her I was already wet and it felt like a lake between my legs. The class seemed to last forever, but it finally ended and we stood up to walk out. That is when it really hit me. Standing and walking made me have to pee again. Amy and I walked out together and immediately went over to a bench to talk and figure out what we were going to do next. Above everything, we wanted to make sure that we didn't run into anyone we knew. I asked Amy what it felt like to wet her diaper in class and if her diaper was really wet. Strangely, Amy said that the feeling of letting go was such a relief that it felt great. I told here that i tried to hold it but i couldnt and ended up losing control about 20 min into the 1hr class she noticed i had to pee again and she told me to "Lean over the bench a little and just relax your muscles." I did as she said. I tried to let just a little pee out, but I had to pee so badly that my damn burst! Once I started, I could not stop. I stood with my legs slightly spread and leaned over the back of the bench. I began to wet myself uncontrollably. Immediately I was worried of being discovered or that my diaper would not hold all of my pee. The feeling was frightening and tremendous all at the same time! I had never purposely wet myself, and even though I had accidents like all kids growing up, I certainly had never intentionally wet myself while wearing a disposable diaper. As I let go, the warm wet feeling seemed to race through my entire diaper making it even more wet in the crotch. I was overcome with relief and excitement. The feeling was so intense I came very close to having an orgasm. Amy held my hand the whole time in support of what I was going through. She said, "Now that was not too bad was it?" I couldn't hide my emotions and told her it felt wonderful. Now we had the problem of not being discovered. It was after 11:00AM and we did not have another class until later in the afternoon. We decided to start walking slowly back to the sorority house. Amy told me that she was getting good at releasing a little pee with each step that she took. We laughed at how our diapers were getting so heavy and that we really felt like we waddled rather than walked. We passed a group of our sorority sisters and some fraternity members from Chris's frat. One of the boys said, "Be careful not to get wet, it looks like it could rain." And then they all giggled. It was a bright sunny day so Amy and I knew that the comment was made to tease and humiliate us. We finally arrived at the sorority house, but the front door had a note telling us to wait outside until all of the babies returned. One by one our fellow pledges showed up to the house. Finally, our fellow teammate, Heather, showed up and we asked her the question everyone was asking. "So, were you able to stay dry?" Heather whispered that she wet her diaper, but then removed it in the bathroom. She had to deliver a speech in her communications class and she couldn't risk being discovered. She thought about buying another diaper to hide the fact that she had removed her wet diaper, but she thought she would just show up here and explain what happened. By now all of the pledges/babies had arrived. One girl, Linda, was dancing around trying to hold it in. Linda was the only girl who had managed to stay dry. She looked so funny with her hands held tightly between her legs as she hopped up and down. We all were laughing at her and ourselves for being such little babies. I am not sure who got the idea, but we all grabbed Linda and wrestled her to the ground. We were not going to have her miss the pleasure of a wet diaper! We showed her no mercy. We held her down and began to tickle her all over her feet, stomach and neck. She rolled around laughing uncontrollably. All at once she stopped her struggling so we stopped our tickling. With her hands clutched between her legs, Linda drenched her diaper in front of all of us. She kept yelling, "Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh!" It seemed like Linda peed forever! It was funny to watch and we all could not stop laughing. We did not notice that the front door opened and we were all told in a very stern voice to get in and line up! CHAPTER 3 Finally at 11:30AM our sorority president and several of the sisters began the inspection. Everything the sorority did to us that week was designed to embarrass us and bring us together as a pledge class. One at a time we had to lift our skirts and pull down our leggings to show that the packing tape was still on and that we had not tampered with our diapers in any way. Once examined, a sorority sister pulled down pants and we stepped out of them. A pair of scissors was then used to cut the tape and she untaped the diaper so it fell to the floor with one big plop. All was going well until they stopped at Heather. Heather had her leggings on, but no diaper. She tried to explain why she removed her wet diaper, but our president would not hear of any excuses. Heather was told that she would be given another chance but that our team would either loose all of our points or she would wear the wet diaper of the wettest sorority sister. I was standing next to Heather, so I grabbed her hand to let her know that it was all right. and that we would support her decision if she chose to lose all our points instead of sitting in another girls wetness. Before being dismissed for a bathroom break, we were told about the remaining activities for the day. We would be allowed to use the bathroom, but only to 12:00pm. At that time we were all to come back downstairs where we would again be diapered for the afternoon. Finally, we were told that we were all going uptown that evening to attend a private party at one of the bars with guys from our "big brother" fraternity. With a twinkle in her eye, our president said, "I think you will enjoy the baby games!" "Dismissed!" We all went to the bathroom. I managed to poop, so that I would not have to worry about that problem later on. We all shared stories of our morning in diapers. As intended, this common experience somehow got us closer together as a pledge class. We figured that our cute little uniforms and diapered bottoms must have gotten around much of the campus. None of us were excited about going back to class during the afternoon and facing the humiliation we were sure to face. I thought I would cut my class. We met promptly at 1:00pm as told. We were still in our little, schoolgirl outfits, but were waiting further instructions when our sorority president came back in to address us. "Nothing will change this afternoon except for one small detail." "Remember the marking pens you purchased?" "Each of you will be given a permanent marking pen to take with you this afternoon." "I am going to ask you to secure three signatures from the guys at our 'big brother' fraternity." I was thinking to myself that this requirement would be embarrassing dressed the way we were, but still, it didn't seem so bad. How wrong I was! Our president went on to say, "I want the three signatures to be signed on the back of the disposable diaper that you will be wearing." "You may save yourself some embarrassment if you can obtain the signatures while you are still dry!" We all panicked, but knew we had no choice. We then were instructed to lye down, and each of us was again diapered and put back into our plastic baby pants. This time a piece of clear packing tape was tightly wrapped all the way around each girl's diaper at her waist so that there could be absolutely no way of sneaking the diaper off and then back on. "Be back sharply at 5:00PM for bathroom privileges and preparation for tonight's party." "I almost forgot, I want each of you to drink a large coffee and bottle of water before you leave this room, Heather has to drink 2 because of her disregard for the rules today." "I will personally make sure that this is done!" "Hurry, or you will be late to class." Heather, Amy and Kim, before you go, have you decided what will happen regarding Heather's mistake? wet diaper or loss of all points? Il wear Amy's wet diaper Heather said submissively We took Amy's soaked diaper and put it on heather very tightly as instructed by Janet (her intention was to punish Heather by making it as tight as possible) Heather tensed her legs as the still warm wetness was squished into her lady parts while we did the tapes, she whimpered a little as Janet pulled her leggings up extra tight. The first thing I did after leaving the sorority house was to call Chris and ask for his help. I gave it a lot of consideration, but I knew that I needed him to help me secure the signatures. I thought it would be a little less embarrassing if I had him sign my diaper and get two of his frat brothers to sign too. I did not tell Chris over the phone why I wanted to meet him. Chris agreed to meet me at the student union on campus. When I arrived, Chris was already there. We got a booth in the restaurant and Chris ordered two large drinks before I could say that I was not thirsty. I was having trouble bringing up the topic. How do you tell a boy that likes you that you are wearing a diaper, and "oh by the way, could you and your frat brothers sign it?". "So you need a few signatures?" He already knew the question I was trying to ask, but how much else did he know? We must have been in that booth for over an hour. I got a "wake-up" call from my bladder and I knew that I was very full but not in immediate danger of wetting myself. Chris paid the bill and we started to walk towards his fraternity house. We went into his bedroom with two other guys who were "in the know" about our sorority's initiation. Needless to say, they agreed to sign my disposable diaper. I have never been so humiliated. I bent over Chris's bed and he pulled down my leggings to my knees. Each of the boys signed my diapered butt with the marker. I was getting to know that the more I got humiliated, the more excited I became. I was getting so excited, but I could not let on in front of all the guys. I decided to leave as soon as i got the signatures so i didn't have to wet myself in front of the guys, after leaving i called Janet so we could go out on a date she agreed and we met at the campus diner, she was waiting when i got there and i sat down next to her, she immediately put her hand on my thigh and kissed me, i tried to close my legs so i didn't wet myself, but she told me to keep them open, after about a minute of making out we pressed the button to call the waitress who came almost immediately and took our order, i of course was given lots of drinks during the date (not that i needed it) about 10 min into our date i asked Janet if i could use the bathroom as i needed to pee so much, she told me "just sit there and shut up" with that i relaxed my bladder and wet myself in my seat, the diaper didnt leak but next time i will have to lift myself up and let it soak into the back or it might half an hour later i noticed Janet was squirming in her seat, i asked her whats wrong? "does little Janet need the potty?" i saw her get a little mad and she undid her jeans, peed in her empty paper cup and proceeded to pour it into my diaper, i lifted off the seat a bit so it would soak into the back which was still dry, when i sat back down i felt her wetness spread into my crotch and up my back a little, she said "next time i wont let you lift yourself up" before she kissed me again It was getting close to 5:00pm and I knew that I had to get back to the sorority house. I asked Janet to hold me while I stood and I let go in my diaper one more time. She teased me and said, "If you didn't have to keep your diaper on, I would take you over my knee and spank you for being such a naughty girl." I told her, "Next time I hope you do!" (Secretly, I always wanted to be spanked.) A new problem had emerged. I had now soaked my diaper twice and it had reached its limit. When I sat down to retie my shoes, I could feel the pee escape to my leggings. Some of my pee even dribbled down my leg. This was quite embarrassing to say the least. Janet continued to tease me... "So my baby is very wet and needs her diaper changed." So that I could get on my way, Janet helped me stuff several paper towels down the front and back of my diaper. Thankfully, she drove me over to the sorority house so that I did not have to waddle back. "See you soon, Baby!" It was 5:00pm, all of the pledges/babies were back and we were again lined up for our diaper inspection. Once again our sorority president took over. "I see that all of you kept your diapers on and have passed the inspection." "We have a lot of wet little girls I see." >>>>WARNING MESSING<<<<< "And 'baby Sara,' what do I smell?" I felt so bad for Sara. It was obvious by the distinct odor that she had messed her diaper. Since embarrassment and not pain was being used to initiate us, Sara was humiliated to the max. Our president said, "We are going to give Sara a break and not make her wear her messy diaper tonight to the party." "So please babies, gather around while Sara is changed." Sara was instructed to lye down on the long coffee table that was in the center of the room. There were always plenty of the sorority sisters present to witness everything going on. Sara protested, but everyone clapped in unison to encourage her. Two sorority sisters held her hands, two more held her legs, and her sorority Mom got the "honor" of changing her messy diaper. Quickly her diaper was removed, and she was thoroughly cleaned with diaper wipes. Normally, Sara was the most outspoken pledge, but this experience was very humbling to say the least, and Sara was careful not to give any of the sorority girls any attitude. We all felt Sara's embarrassment. This experience took humiliation to a whole new level and none of us wanted to step out of line. >>>>MESSING FINISHED<<<< A new diaper was put on Sara because all of us were going to be given a short break from our diapers. We were instructed to take a quick shower (45 minutes) and to come back downstairs dressed in our diapers and non-hip hugging jeans and a sweater. As usual, we would learn what was to happen next when we returned. Why jeans and a sweater? Why couldn't they be hip hugging jeans? Were we graduating from our baby status? We were only told things one-step at a time. Psychologically, this kept us all at a high state of anxiety. CHAPTER 4 We all quickly took showers, put on our diapers and returned downstairs to once again form our line to wait for our president's instructions. It was still several hours before the party. Nicole finally began to tell us about the rest of the evening's activities. "First, I want to say that most of you pledge babies are doing very good at passing your initiation tests." "Tonight you will be receiving a major test of your will to become a member of the sorority." "None of you will be asked to do anything that is physically impossible or that will physically hurt you in any way." "In this regard, the decision to become a member is totally yours...ask yourselves, how bad do you want membership?" She really played the drill sergeant routine to the max. We had to answer all of her questions in unison. If we were slow to answer, she was all over us. "I see you are all wearing jeans and a sweater as instructed." "I am going to ask baby Jill to step forward so that I can demonstrate an addition we are making to all of your wardrobes." Jill stepped forward, but I could tell that she was frightened to death. Our president had one of the sorority sisters walk up to Jill with a length of chain. "Do any of you recognize this chain from your scavenger hunt last night?" "That's right, all of you conveniently bought one." The sorority sister took the slim chain and worked it through Jill's belt loops until both ends hung down in front of her pants. There were just a couple of extra links to spare. Next, our President walked up to Jill and took a hold of each end of the chain in her hands. She then proceeded to produce one of the small locks that also came from our scavenger hunt. She pulled the chain very tight around Jill's waist. I had never noticed before, but there is a little hole in the pull-tab that zips up the zipper on most jeans. She proceeded to put the lock through this tiny hole and then snapped the lock shut to the two ends of the chain. "Jill, can you please demonstrate to the other pledges how quickly you can remove your jeans." Jill tried to slip her jeans off, but without being able to unzip them or remove the chain from around her waist, she could not remove her pants, no matter how hard she tried. I thought...so this was why the jeans had to fasten around our waists and not our hips. "As you can see pledges, Jill is a prisoner of her own jeans!" "They will only be removed when her sorority Mom or Fraternity Dad chooses to unlock them." "That is right, each of you will be locked into your jeans and your sorority Mom and fraternity Dad will be the only key holders" "But don't fret, you will not have to stay locked up all night." "In fact, you will only be kept this way for the next three hours while we eat dinner and get ready for tonight." "Since your Mom and Dad hold unique keys to your jeans, you had better plan on being very agreeable to their demands or you may not be able to remove your jeans when you need to remove them." Having been wet earlier in the day, we all knew what she meant by her snide comment. With that, all of us were locked into our jeans. We were instructed to try and remove our jeans, but it was useless. The chains and locks were very effective, and because we were wearing sweaters, no one could tell that we were locked into our own pants. ...So what humiliation would this latest twist bring, I wondered. Our president continued to lecture us. "During the next three hours you are the property of your Greek Mom and Dad." "Some of you will probably be taken out shopping for an outfit to wear to tonight's party." She went on to explain that we were all going to wear an outfit to the party that was specifically selected for us by our Mom and Dad. "There are only two additions that I am going to make to your dress attire for this evening's party." "First, in keeping with today's theme, you will be required to wear a diaper with your outfit." "It seems that all of you have a real need to wear diapers based on your performances today." "Second, you will all be required to wear a dog collar and leash at all times during the party." "If your sorority Mom or Fraternity Dad is not holding your leash at any time during the evening, you will be punished for trying to escape." "The only exception to this leash law is if you are participating in one of the games that requires you to be off of your leash or if your Mom or Dad has decided to secure you by your leash to some immovable object because they have grown tired of you." "So, if I were you, I would make sure that I was securely being held by my leash at all times and not walking around free." "Come back here sharply in three hours and we will leave as a group to the party." "Like I said, each of you will be dressed in an outfit that was specifically chosen for you, plus you will be in diapers, a dog collar, and led by a leash." The diapers we were told were to teach us to be dependent on our fellow sorority members. The collar was to signify our close bond to the sorority. And the leash was to show that we accepted sorority leadership. We were to learn humility through this. Our sorority Moms approached each one of us. My Mom lifted my sweater to check and make sure that my locked waist chain was tight and secure. She was convinced that I would not be able to take my pants off without her help. CHAPTER 5 "We were instructed to select an outfit for you that matches your personality or interests." "For example, since I am on the gymnastics team, when I was pledging, I wore my gymnastics outfit to the party." I asked Jan if she wore a diaper, collar and leash with the outfit. She told me that she did, but she also said that my pledge class was getting off easy compared to how they were treated. However, she was quick to add that hell week was not over yet... Jan and I met Chris at a nice Italian restaurant. We sat and had a couple of glasses of wine while we talked. I was not allowed to talk unless specifically told to speak. However, Jan and Chris talked about me like I was not even there. I would have been mad at Janet, but I knew that it was all being done in fun, and anyway, I was madly in love with her. They discussed my diaper wearing from earlier in the day and said I was a natural. They also talked about an appropriate costume for the party. I could tell that they were trying to get my reaction to each costume they discussed. Chris suggested that I would look cute as a baby girl, especially since I was going to be in diapers. Jan said that I might look cute dressed as an animal given the collar and leash I would be wearing. They agreed that it would be nice to find a collar and leash that would match the color of my outfit. They agreed that sleeper pajamas would look cute. They continued to talk about me in all kinds of embarrassing references. Janet never went into detail about our sexual episode that occurred earlier in the day and I appreciated her for that. Throughout dinner I was required to drink plenty of fluids in preparation for the party. When I started to complain, Jan reminded me of who held the keys to my locked pants. Chris said, "You wouldn't want to have an accident in this restaurant or in the mall, would you?" I got their point. I meekly asked if I could use the ladies room before we left the restaurant to go shopping. After some discussion, Chris said that if I finished my glass of wine, and drank three glasses of water, they would unlock me long enough to use the facilities. I had to go badly and so I agreed to his demand (like I had a choice). I quickly drank all of the fluids and Chris kept his word and reached over and unlocked my jeans. I went to the ladies room but i didnt make it though and i flooded my diaper before i could get my jeans off. I could tell that I had just burst my damn, so to speak. When I drink a lot of liquids, I am fine until the first time I pee. After that first pee, I need to go all of the time. This had me worried, . Janet met me outside the lady's room and took joy in relocking my jeans. "I just love having this control over you." "It is like keeping you in a chastity belt - for my use only." I am a very independent woman, but being talked to in this manner excited me. It is a strange dichotomy. Because I am so independent, I love when I am made to be subordinate. When I am not in control, I can more freely express my sexuality with no inhibitions. The three of us walked over to the mall. Shopping did not take too long. At that time there was a Fredrick's of Hollywood in the mall. We went into the store and Chris walked us over to some pretty wild clothing. The two of them took turns holding up various outfits to me in order to see how scandalous they looked. Again, I was to be quiet and do as I was told. Jan told the shop girl that we were looking for a very outlandish outfit for me to wear to a pretty kinky party. She took us over to a rack that had all the outrageous styles. There were clothes made of leather, plastic, vinyl, and anything else you could imagine. Several outfits were selected with the help of the clerk. I was directed to the back of the store so that I could begin the one-person style show. Chris unlocked my jeans and I took the first outfit into the fitting room. I was given a clear plastic skirt. It was slightly pleated, very short, and you could see right through it. Not practical, but that was clearly not the point. I put the skirt on and was shocked by how I looked in the mirror. My diaper clearly showed through the plastic. I am sure that to most guys this was a very sexy look. When I stepped out of the dressing room, I got the confirmation from Jan that I looked hot. The clerk talked to Jan and Chris about how well it fitted, etc. I went in the back to put the next outfit on, but this time I snuck over to the restroom that was next to the fitting room and quickly used it. I was sure glad that I had found the restroom before another "accident" would have occurred. (What I didn't know was that Jan saw me go in to use the bathroom) The outfit I was given was a very short, red, pair of vinyl, hot pants and a matching red, vinyl top that looked like a corset. When I put it on it made me feel so naughty. It was funny because in a way I felt more exposed by these clothes than if I was parading around naked. I tried on a couple of more items and was told to get back into my jeans. Jan paid for the items while I was still getting dressed, so I was unable to see all of the clothes they decided to buy me. I came out of the dressing room and Chris greeted me with an open lock. He snapped the lock back on the chain around my waist. I was once again a prisoner in my own jeans. We left the store and Jan got me a large coke to drink while we finished our shopping. Jan said, "So how was the bathroom in the store...was it clean?" I almost died. "After we finish our shopping, I have a little surprise for you, but this time I am not going to let you out of my site." Chris called someone on his cell phone and I could tell that he was making some arrangements. The next store we visited was a pet store. We walked over to a wall that displayed collars. They had every collar imaginable. Again a clerk came over to help us. Talk about embarrassing...Chris had me tell the male clerk what I needed. I was hoping we could pretend that we were looking to buy a collar for a dog, not me! I asked for a dog collar that would fit my throat. Chris pointed to a pink leather collar and the clerk took it down and handed it to me. The clerk seemed to be getting into my discomfort and asked if I needed help putting it on. Jan said, "Please put it on her neck, I want to make sure it fits snug." The clerk seemed more than willing to put the collar around my neck and he had no trouble buckling it shut. "How about a matching leash to go with the collar," he asked. A pink leather leash was snapped on to my collar...right in the middle of a mall pet store. (Now I know that some kids wear collars, but this was new and embarrassing to me.) The clerk had to take one more embarrassing shot at me. "Notice how nice she looks." "Who is the lucky guy who will be holding her leash?" Chris nodded and said that he would be my "handler." Just the sound of the word "handler" made me tremble with excitement. Chris said that we had to meet someone and we must pay for the leash and collar. The smart-ass, store clerk asked, "Do you want to put these items in a bag or will you be wearing them home?" Thankfully they were put in a bag. I almost didn't notice, but Chris also bought three chain choker collars. The three of us walked to the center of the mall to meet whoever Chris had called on his cell phone. I was really starting to hop around because nature was calling and I had to pee. Jan said that she would have been glad to unlock my jeans if I hadn't snuck off to use the restroom behind their backs. (I doubted it.) I said that I was about to wet myself. “do you think I care” She said "Could I please use the toilet?" I was ignored. Just then my two teammates, Amy and Heather walked up with their Greek Moms and Dads. So this was the group we were waiting for. It was obvious that both girls were in serious trouble of wetting themselves based on their movements. Chris said, "Girls before we go, we have one more fun thing for all of you." We were standing next to a merry-go-round that was in the middle of the mall. Jan went over and bought a bunch of tickets for the merry-go-round. "Come on pledges," Chris said. "I am sure that you want to go for a ride on some horses." We couldn't object. (What happened next, I still think about often, and is the subject of many of my fantasies when I masturbate.) We were led over to the ride and like little girls; the boys helped us on to three horses. Amy squirmed as she sat in her saddle I completely soaked myself trying to get onto the horse and I whimpered as my bum was pushed down into the saddle I knew the other girls were feeling it too, because we all groaned in unison. At least we were all sitting on horses next to one another. I knew we were in big trouble, because Jan sarcastically asked me if I thought I could stay on the big horse all by myself. "I don't want you falling off and hurting yourself," he said. I was still feeling the affects of the wine from dinner, and before I knew what was happening, Jan took the chain choker that she purchased in the pet store and slipped it around the chain I was wearing around my waist. In the same motion she locked the other end of the choker to the pole that was holding my horse to the ride. Heather and Amy were locked to their horses just as quickly by their Dads and moms. We were had. Our Moms handed each of us another bottle of water and told us to drink up. (Like we needed more to drink.) Jan said, "We will come back and check on you from time-to-time." "However, you must wet your diapers and jeans before we take you down off of your little ponies." "Do you all understand?" Unfortunately, we all understood all too well. The ride started and we were all scarred and laughing at the same time. Our arms and sweaters easily hid the chain keeping us secured to the pole as we held on to the reins. It seemed that Heather and Amy had a lot more alcohol to drink than I did. Amy must have really been drunk. She said, "Last one to wet her pants is a rotten egg." Easier said than done. There was no way it was going to be easy for me to wet myself, especially in the middle of a public mall. It had only been earlier that same day that I had forced myself to wet a diaper. The ride finally ended and started up once again after the man running the ride collected another ticket from each of us. We continued to drink our water bottles as we were told. Amy was the first to announce that she couldn't hold it any longer. I looked around to make sure that no one heard her comment. It seemed like we were being much too loud. I noticed that we had attracted some looks from people walking by the ride. After all, I am sure it is not often that you see three grown girls on a merry-go-round. Amy leaned back in her saddle, closed her eyes and began to wet her jeans. And I mean wet her jeans! she must have flooded her diaper earlier! Heather and I looked on with disbelief as we saw Amy's jeans turn dark blue. The front and back of her jeans were soaked! "Yippee," Amy yelled. She was drunk. I wished that I were as drunk so I could handle this situation better. The ride stopped and the man approached to collect the tickets again. I handed him all of our tickets, because I was on the outside, and I didn't want him to see Amy's soaking wet pants. When the ride started again, Heather and I both decided to put an end to our discomfort. Not that we had much choice. I thought my pee was going to come out of my ears! Playfully, Amy said, "On the count of three, let loose." As she started to count, I felt my bladder take over my whole body. I wrapped my arms around the poll in front of me, and gripped the horse as tight as I could with my legs. Suddenly, I began to wet my diaper again. I felt myself rocking back and forth in the saddle as my pee flowed freely. I couldn't stop peeing. I then lifted myself in the stirrups to try and get away from the wetness in my jeans. Obviously this didn't work and I was ordered by Jen to sit down to finish peeing. I looked over at Heather, and she too was going crazy with either delight or embarrassment. I wasn't sure which. 3 rides later All three of us were soaking wet. And although it wasn't an unpleasant smell, you could sure smell our wet jeans. I could see that our Moms and Dads had arrived and were laughing uncontrollably. They had been watching the whole thing unfold. The guys jumped up on the ride when it stopped and unlocked us from the poles. We got to take a good look at one another. I have never been so embarrassed! By now our pee had traveled down the insides of our jeans, all the way to our shoes. The thing about pants when you wet yourself is that there is no mistaking what happened. The wet stains are not uniform like they would be if you fell into a pool. Jan immediately patted my wet behind in front of the others. I was so humiliated, but I wanted to hug her in the worst way. She walked me over to the public restrooms with the rest of our crowd. All three of us had our jeans unlocked and we were each handed a bag of clothes to put on. My outfit to wear home was the red vinyl number I had just tried on earlier. I do not dress in such provocative clothes, but I didn't see any better choices being offered to me. It was a little hard slipping my wet jeans down my legs, but I managed. My diaper was soaking wet. I was told I must keep my wet diaper on until we returned to the sorority house. I put on the tight red hot pants and matching corset over my diaper and sheepishly steeped out of the restroom to meet the others. Amy and Heather were dressed in some really sluttish looking outfits too. Amy was in a very short black leather dress and Heather had on fishnets and the highest pair of heels that I had ever seen. The stares came from everywhere and everyone. We headed for the sorority house. END OF THIS PART will upload the rest later, still modifying and cleaning up the spelling/grammar a bit
NOTES > thanks to Garrus for finding the link to the original version of this story http://www.dailydiapers.com/content/stories/446.html > this story contains wetting (pants and diapers) > this story contains messing (diapers only and will have a warning beforehand) > this story contains softcore sexual content > i have added chapter markers to make it easier to read in multiple sittings (original didnt have them) > this story has been heavily modified and adapted to my personal taste (some parts have been rewritten, some parts have been removed and some of my own content has been added) i have a few other stories in cold storage in my data vault if you want to take a read PART 2 >>>>>CHAPTER 6<<<<< I wondered what could possibly happen next. Still, our sorority president was right. We were getting closer as sorority sisters and Jan and I were getting really tight too. I could not wait to talk to her about everything that we were experiencing together. I wanted to tell her how much everything was exciting me, but it was going to be embarrassing for me to admit these things. Somehow, I think Jan already knew that I was a willing participant. I wasn't sure if Jan liked wetting and diapers as much as I did. If someone would have proposed wetting myself or wearing diapers before this initiation, I would have thought he was crazy. I had learned so much about myself. The sorority house was really hopping when we returned. Everyone was getting ready for the big night. This day of fun would never end! Each pledge was taken by her Mom to get dressed for the evening. I could only imagine what all of the pledges were going to be wearing. We knew that our costumes were going to be judged so our Moms wanted us to look our best. I knew that a diaper and my new collar were going to be part of my outfit, but I was anxious to learn what else had been selected for me to wear. I didn't have to wait long. All of the pledges slept together in one large room when we were not in our dorm rooms. The room took up nearly the entire third floor. Our house Mother was a wonderful woman in her mid 40s and took good care of all of us. She had strung a clothesline across much of our room and after washing all of our clothes she hung them up to dry. What a sight to see. I got a kick out of seeing each of our names printed across the seat of our pants, preceded by the word "Baby." Next, Jan gathered several other items and stuffed them into the diaper bag that I bought during the scavenger hunt. Our sorority house Mother had embroidered our names on each of our diaper bags, so it was easy to tell the diaper bags apart. (Our sorority, housemother, Nancy, was an older woman, but she got into all of our sorority activities and tried to do her part.) Jan carefully prepared me for the party. The sorority kept a number of baby items on hand from past initiations. (This was the third year that a baby theme was used for part of the initiation.) Jan instructed me to lie down on my bed while she went to a large chest to retrieve some items. She came back with three large disposable diapers; placed them together with slits placed in such a way that one diaper will overflow into the next one with the last one still being sealed, and laid them down next to me. She pulled off the vinyl shorts I was still wearing from the mall and had me scoot my butt onto the diapers. I presented a mild protest, but she would have none of it. She pulled the diapers up between my legs and taped them in place. She asked me to stand so that she could inspect her work. Other girls were also getting ready in the room and I noticed that most of them stopped to look at me. Jan had me turn around in front of her. She was pleased with her work. I thought that one diaper had thick padding, but it was nothing compared to the three diapers I now wore. Jan then had me step into my leggings and she worked them up my legs. Past boyfriends always told me that I had a nice ass, but you would never have known it in my current state of dress. Jan completed my outfit by putting my leotard on over everything (last time i wore this was 2 years ago so it was extremely tight) to complete the gymnast look (which made my diapers 10X more visible than anything else i could wear). Finally, she fastened the pink, leather collar around my neck. The feeling and symbolism of wearing a collar sent shivers throughout my body. I looked in the full-length mirror to get a better look at myself. I thought I looked ok apart from the obviously visible diaper If the object was to make us self-conscious of our looks, it certainly worked. Jan said, "see how cute you look." "I bet Chris is going to love seeing you dressed this way." All I could think about was how embarrassing it was going to be to go to the sorority/fraternity party dressed in a diaper and gymnastics outfit. Before heading to the party, we gathered to receive our final instructions and an inspection from Nicole, our sorority president. Nicole was not going to make anything easy on us. She chose me for a demonstration that was intended to frighten the hell out of all of us. "Step forward, Baby Kimberly." "Get down on all fours." "I am going to demonstrate how each of you should obey when you are under the command of your handler." "Your handler will be the person holding the end of your leash." She clipped the leash to my collar. "Sit!" I was slow to react because I was not sure what it meant to sit. "You stupid pledge." She yanked the leash back so that I was forced back on to my knees and hands in a sitting position. "See how quick Kim has learned to sit on command?" She then gave a short jerk to the leash and it was obvious that she wanted me to crawl next to her as she walked. "See that you keep close to me and stop when I stop!" "And when I stop, you are to immediately sit back like a good dog would sit by her master." She really took me through a bunch of humiliating commands. Next, she took hold of a small ball and threw it across the room. "Don't fetch until I tell you to fetch." "OK, go get the ball, Kim." I did the best to crawl over to the ball and began to pick it up with my hands. "Not with your hands stupid little girl!" "Use your mouth and bring me the ball." It was difficult but I managed to lean down and take the ball in my mouth. Nicole was waiting for me with a sorority paddle. "Drop the ball at my feet!" "If you were not wearing so much padding on your butt, you would feel these whacks." Nicole proceeded to give me five whacks from the paddle, but it was more for show because it certainly did not physically hurt. However, I was almost crying from the humiliation. Nicole addressed the pledges. "So that none of you are tempted to make the same stupid mistake that Kim made, when she used her hands to pick up the ball, I am going to remove your ability to use your hands during the party." "I think you will all feel a little more vulnerable and a lot more dependent on your sorority sisters if you are unable to use your hands." "Besides, why would little babies like you girls need to use their hands anyway?" I think we all were thinking...how is she going to take away the use of our hands? Again, we never had to wait long for our questions to be answered. Lucky me, Nicole continued to use me to demonstrate what she had in mind. "Kim, give me your front paw...I mean hand," Nicole teased. She grabbed my hand while I was still sitting on the floor. She slipped a very large mitt over my hand and pulled it on like a boxing glove. In fact, it was very much like a boxing glove except the mitt was totally round. There were no individual holes for my fingers or my thumb. Two drawstrings were attached and she tied them in a knot just past my wrist. The mitt was pretty light and the surface was made out of leather or vinyl. I could not tell how the mitt was made on the inside, but it felt like my hand was in a beanbag. I could not directly feel the beans, because there was some type of lining inside the mitt. I could move my fingers and thumb, but only slightly. My hands were going to be useless to me in these mitts. Nicole put the other Mitt on me so that both of my hands were encased in the mitts. (I learned later that our housemother, Nancy, was "kind" enough to make these mitts for all of us girls.) "Let's do another demonstration for your fellow pledges," Nicole barked to me. "Crawl for the girls." It was easy for me to crawl. In fact, the mitts cushioned my hands. "Now, Kim, I want you to crawl over to the closet door." "Reach up, and open the door." I tried to turn the knob, but the mitts would not allow me to do even such an easy task as opening a door. Nicole asked me to remove my collar, but this too was impossible. "See girls, Kim is going to need a lot of support from her 'handlers' tonight." "She is totally helpless to do anything for herself." Nicole then instructed me to crawl back to her. As I crawled I could feel the leash dragging behind me between my legs. When I got back to Nicole, she said, "Kim is such a good little pledge." She then patted my head and put a small piece of candy in my mouth. I was furious, but I tried not to show my feelings. I simply took the piece of candy in my mouth and remained at Nicole's feet. I think all of us pledges had the same thought...how were we going to take care of any of our most basic needs at the party tonight? The room was very quiet and we all were in a minor panic. It had seemed that the sorority members had thought of everything to put sure terror into our minds. Each pledge was fitted with similar mitts on her hands so that we all could "experience a common bond." Nicole was not done with her antics. She chose Heather, my team partner next. "Pledges, you will remember that Heather thought she could ignore initiation rules and removed her diaper this morning." "We have a special treat for Heather." "Heather, please lay down on your back." I am going to ask a couple of my fellow sisters to hold Heather's arms and legs." "Heather, this is for your own good, I don't want you kicking and getting yourself hurt." I could feel Heather's panic. Heather was "helped" onto her back by several of the sorority girls. "Heather, you look so nice in your baby doll nightgown." Nicole instructed one of the sorority girls to remove Heather's plastic pants and disposable diaper. Heather was lying on the carpet trembling. Nicole proceeded to take Heather's diaper in her hand and she examined it. "I see you have had no accidents." "You are such a big girl, Heather." "Let's see if we can change that!" With that, Nicole reached over and grabbed a tube of KY jelly. I could not believe what was happening. Nicole then emptied the entire tube of KY jelly into her diaper. "Heather, how will it feel to have this KY jelly squish between your butt cheeks?" Heather offered no response. Nicole then instructed the sorority girls to re-diaper Heather while she was still being held down. The girls seemed to take a lot of pleasure in putting on Heather's diaper. They were very careful to put her diaper on as tight as it would go. At one point, they even pulled the diaper up higer on Heather's waist, before once again securing the tapes. Heather's leggings, showing "Baby Heather" on the back, were again pulled up Heather's legs until they secured her diaper. The girls released Heather's arms and legs. Nicole told Heather to stand. "Please take a few steps, baby Heather." Heather took the steps, but tried to keep her legs spread while she walked. "What is the matter, baby Heather...something unpleasant in your diaper?" "If any of you other girls want to disobey the rules, you can enjoy a similar fate, or worse." Before Nicole was done, she reached down and playfully patted Heather's butt. This little demo had us all frightened to death. I was thinking that physical hazing of pledges may have ended, but this treatment was far worse. Nicole sarcastically said, "Now that we have taken care of some business, I bet you are all anxious to go to the party." "Have any of you wondered why your teams have been trying to accumulate points and what the points will be used for?" "Let me explain." "The two teams that have the lowest number of points by the end of tonight's party, will loose the baby contest." "As such, six of you pledges will sleep tonight in the nursery." "While we are at our 'fun party,' your wonderful housemother, Nancy, will be making up one of the rooms as a pretty little nursery for six little baby pledges." "I will let your imagination run wild, but you can be sure that Nancy will make the nursery look real cute." "For you six 'lucky' girls, you can count on a night in the nursery as an experience that you will never forget!" "So in a way, by loosing the game, you get the memory of a lifetime...now that isn't so bad, is it?" "Some of you may want to intentionally loose!" We all doubted that it would be to anyone's benefit to loose this contest. Nicole always was sarcastic with us. The current point totals were given. Heather, Amy and I were in dead last place. We were determined that we would not stay in last place. Even though I had learned that being put into humiliating situations sexually excited me, I was not about to chance a night in "the nursery." I thought, what could the sorority girls possibly have in store for the poor contest losers? I was anxious to see Janet, so I was glad that we were finally ready to depart. >>>>>CHAPTER 7<<<<< The party was held at a combination bar/restaurant located in our college downtown area. The restaurant part of the building was closed and our sorority and big brother fraternity had reserved the entire place for the party. We were not told everything that was going to happen, but we knew there was going to be a style show (to show off our outfits), competitive games and a performance from a hypnotist. Virtually everything we participated in would bring us the valuable points that we so sorely needed. The boys who were pledging the frat were supposed to be dressed as girls, but we learned that their fate had been delayed by one night. Once at the bar, we gathered in a side room to await the style show. As promised, each of our Moms held us firmly in place by our leashes. We had a brief chance to talk and several of us whispered about how we wanted to try and escape our fate. We were immediately told to "shut-up" and our leashes were pulled to make sure that we got the point. The style show was explained to us. All we had to do is go up on stage and "strut our stuff." I had done plenty of modeling, so I was accustomed to going up in front of people. Boy would this be different! I never did any modeling at the end of a leash nor in diapers!!! We were brought up to the stage and paraded around one at a time. I thought that all my fellow pledges looked very beautiful even if we were dressed so kinky. I knew that I had very tough competition as I looked at the other girls. Baby Amy was called up on stage. Normally rock groups performing at the bar used this stage. All of us were either referred to as "baby ------------------ " or "pledge ------------------ ." Amy was dressed as "baby new years," complete with a sash that said "Baby New Year." Amy wore what looked like several cloth diapers, but she wasn't wearing any pants. Looking around, I think Amy was probably the only one who was not wearing pants, but then I couldn't see under all of the pledge's outfits. If things continued as they had all day, I thought to myself that Amy could be really in an embarrassing situation if she was made to wet her diapers with no outer covering to conceal her problem. Amy turned like a pro on stage. One thing about Amy, she was not shy! She put in a great performance. I was called up next with my "handler-Jan." I thought I needed to do everything that I could to impress the judges and score some extra points for our team. I worked out a scenario ahead of time with Jan. I was going to ham it up on stage and I asked her to play along. Thankfully she agreed because I was not the one calling the shots. When I went up on stage, I pretended to try and pull away from Jan's tight grasp of my leash. I had always heard that guys get turned on when women fight each other, so I thought I would play up this angle for the judges. There was a mock struggle for control between Jan and I, and at one point, we were actually wrestling on the stage floor. The guys and girls in the audience were going nuts. The struggle ended when Jan grabbed my leash and yanked me off of my feet. As I lay in front of her, she took the other end of the leash and gave me a mock whipping. All the time, people were clapping and yelling their approval. When the judges held up their scorecards, I had obtained the highest score possible in the style show, perfect 10s across the board. I don't have time to go into all of the outfits that my fellow pledges were wearing, but some were exceptional. I think the threat of finishing in the last two teams was driving a lot of behavior on stage. With the beer flowing freely, we were all pretty relaxed and really enjoyed ourselves. Heather also did a fine job showing off and playing to the audience. She was introduced as jelly butt over the bar's PA system. It seemed that everyone knew that Heather had a big lump of KY jelly in her diaper. The guys teased her relentlessly by giving her lots of friendly pats on her butt. When Heather finished her performance on stage we had moved up several places in the team standings, but the style show was not over. One of the newest pledges and the only one from japan, Kasumi, was dressed in a very sexy French Maid's outfit. By far, this was my favorite costume. (I have always loved dressing up for Halloween parties.) she had on frilly panties that were peaking out from under her short maid's outfit. Like my backside, Kasumi's butt was showing the obvious signs of a diaper under her panties. Kasumi knew how to work the crowd. It was difficult for her with the restrictive mitts on her hands, but she managed to work one of her breasts out and flashed it to the crowd. Everyone went wild. Needless to say, Kasumi and her team also received a perfect score. Our team was second from the bottom after the style show, but there were still additional opportunities ahead to score points. We were still very hopeful that we would not finish as one of the bottom two teams. It was a college party so there was always plenty of beer to drink. There was one problem for us pledges. We could not pick up a glass of beer while wearing our mitts. Of course, our Greek Moms seemed to think of everything and packed the baby bottles from the scavenger hunt in our diaper bags. I was sitting at Jan's feet while she and Chris sat at one of the tables. She still had a hold of my leash. She passed the end of my leash to Chris in order to fill the baby bottle up with beer. when handing me the bottle, Jan looked down into my eyes and said, "It is so nice to have such a pretty girl at the end of a leash." "I wonder if my baby is going to need her diaper changed tonight?" When Jan talked to me this way, I melted. (For some of you reading this, you may not understand, but when I am kept "in my place," it is a real turn-on.) the bottle was very difficult to drink from at first. Jan gave me permission to drink and I awkwardly brought the bottle to my mouth, struggling not to drop the bottle out of my enclosed hands. Once I got the bottle to my lips it was easy to suck down the beer. I wanted to make sure that I got a little drunk so that I could overcome all of the embarrassment I was experiencing. Jan reached down, and put her hand down between my legs and squeezed the front of my diaper. She casually said to Chris, "Our little Kimberly is still dry." Chris replied, "Let's increase her liquids, we would not want Kimberly to be thirsty." It was so humiliating to be talked about in this manner. I did not offer any protest, for fear of what evils might be up their sleeves, but I was again wondering if there was a way to escape. In my heart I knew there was no way to escape my feelings for Jan, but I thought if I could escape, I could show her that I was not going to be a "pushover." I did not know if escape was going to be possible given my restrictive situation, but I was always looking for an opportunity to get out from under the control of my handlers. If I couldn't escape, I thought I would not go down easy. I wanted to create a little ruckus. I don't know what made me do it, but I stood up and then sat down in one of the chairs at the table. Jan and Chris were flabbergasted by my bold move. Jan spoke first. "What in the hell do you think you are doing little girl?" "Who said you could sit on a chair at our table?" "There are punishments for disobedient girls like you." "Jan, what do you think if we give baby Kimberly a "time out" for her bad behavior?"Chris asked, Jan responded, "I think that is a wonderful idea." With that, Chris grabbed the baby bottle from my hands and Jan gave me a yank on my leash to make me get up and start walking. The leash was extremely effective at controlling me. I followed her up to the stage and she made a general announcement to everyone that "we have a very disobedient pledge here that needs some discipline." She asked for one of the highchairs to be brought in from the attached restaurant. A wooden highchair was brought up on stage by one of the guys. I provided a struggle (the beer was helping me be assertive), but Jan had no trouble placing me into the highchair. As soon as I was seated, Jan quickly snapped the tray into place. There was a little leather strap on the chair and that too was quickly buckled around my waist. Jan said, "Now that should keep you safe...I wouldn't want you to fall out and hurt yourself." I kept up a mild struggle. Since the highchair was obviously made for kids, I was really wedged into the chair, and this kept my movements to a minimum. I tried to undo the tray, but the mitts would not allow me to release the tray nor undo the belt. I kicked my legs like I was having a tantrum. "This behavior is exactly why you need to be disciplined little girl." Everyone was laughing at my expense. I finally calmed down and Jan put a full baby bottle of beer on the tray and told me to "drink up." There I was...sitting on a stage in my favorite college bar, wearing a diaper, and sitting in a highchair. I bet if my parents could have seen how their money was being spent on me to attend college, they would have died. All of my commotion and kicking made me have to pee. There was no way Chris or Jan was going to let me use the restroom after my little performance. I guess I was not drinking my beer fast enough, because Jan lifted the bottle to my mouth and ordered me to drink. She didn't take the bottle away until she finished feeding me the entire baby bottle of beer. She didn't stop. She got another bottle, but this time it was filled with just plain juice. She was careful not to get me too drunk, but it was obvious to me that she wanted to fill me with liquids. When that bottle was finished she had me drink another bottle, but with beer this time. The pressure to pee was getting intense. I thought that I would secretly wet myself so that I would feel better. It was not easy for me to pee into my diaper. My muscles would not relax enough to let go. Jan was still feeding me my bottle and I closed my eyes for a moment. In my mind I pretended that I was sitting on a toilet. That really seemed to help. I was able to relax my muscles enough to get a quick burst of pee. Wow, did that feel good! I immediately tensed up and stopped the flow, but that would help for now. Instinctively I tried to look down to see if there was any wet spot between my legs, but the highchair tray blocked my view. I thought that my secret would be OK for now because I only went a little and I was wearing three large diapers and plastic pants. Never before was I grateful for having diapers on. There were several games that were played that night at the party. All were designed to humiliate the pledges. I was not allowed to participate in the early games because I was kept locked in my highchair. I did have a good view of the games, however. There was a tricycle race that was fun to watch. There was also a drinking contest using baby bottles and a crawling race. One of the most hilarious games was a diaper-changing contest. For this contest, three pledges were selected to be the recipients of a diaper change. Since this was not an X-rated show, the three girls were allowed to go into the women's room and change into swimsuits. They were brought up to the stage and were told to lie down on mats. Three lucky guys were selected to diaper the girls (over there bathing suits). As you can imagine, the guys wanted to remove the suits, but they were being somewhat respectful. Each guy was given a diaper to place on his female partner. Once diapered, the three girls were sprayed with water. It was just plain fun. I was finally allowed out of the highchair. Jan grabbed my leash and walked me around to mingle with people. I had gotten the hang of controlling the immense pressure from my bladder by learning how to release my pee and then quickly tightening my muscles to stop the flow. I thought that this would be the best way to stay somewhat comfortable, but not have a full or leaky diaper. Looking back, it was actually kind of fun. I would be standing right amongst all of my sorority and fraternity friends and would give myself "a little squirt." It was so naughty. It was an extreme turn-on for me to have this secret little pleasure. The more I drank, the more I had to let a little more pee escape into my waiting diaper. Jan continued to pull me around on my leash as she visited with others in the bar. We finally got a few moments alone. Jan hugged me and told me how much she loved me. That was exactly what I was waiting to hear. I was in love!. I told her that I had a tremendous climax when she messaged my wet diaper. I told her that this was all so new to me, but I was so happy that we were experiencing these new sensations together. I was really fidgeting and Jan sensed that I had to pee. She held me extra tight and told me to wet my diaper. If she only knew how wet I already was... "Anything for you." I told her. I spread my legs a little and began to pee into my diaper. She told me to describe to her how it felt as I peed. I did my best to put the feelings into words. I was thankful that Jan held me tight or I would have fallen over. The beer helped me do the talking. "I am wetting my diaper now...It feels so warm next to my skin...I can feel the wetness travel throughout my diaper...It feels so naughty...so nice." "It feels like there is a small pool that has formed in the front of my diaper before soaking in." Jan reached between my legs and gently massaged the crotch of my gymnastics outfit to see how wet I was. she said, "My baby girl is very wet." "I can feel a puddle under your pants." I was worried that if I took a step, it would cause me to leak pee down my legs. Chris said, "You have been a good girl." "It is time to get your diaper changed." When we got in the restroom, I saw several other pledges were also brought there to be cleaned up and changed. Jan helped me remove my leotard and leggings before telling me to lie down on my back on top of a counter that was especially made to change babies. It was only about four feet long, so when I got up on the counter top, I had to bend my legs to make myself fit. Jan had me raise my butt momentarily so that she could place a towel under me. "Now let's see how wet baby Kimberly is." "Wow Kimberly is really wet." I tried to say something, but Jan shoved a pacifier in my mouth and told me to shut up while I was being changed. Several of the sorority sisters came over to watch and help Jan. I was totally humiliated, but I wanted out of my wet diaper too. Jan was very condescending to me as she went through the diaper change. "I thought you were drinking a little too much." "You should have told me that you needed to use the toilet so that you didn't have to wet your diaper." I spit the pacifier out of my mouth and told her she was full of shit! That was a mistake, I thought. Jan said, "Later tonight you will pay for that remark, little girl!" Jan removed my three wet diapers. The girls powdered me and then taped a new disposable diaper on me. I got off of the changing table, i was redressed and we left the restroom. I walked out into the bar and Chris then told me that he had reserved a spot for me in the evening's next scheduled event. Note: The hypnotist's demonstration occurred next. I was one of the participants so I have asked Jan to describe what happened. It was only one day out of hell week that the pledges were to experience "diaper humiliation," but what a day. First I want to say that Kim is an absolute dream and I couldn't be happier. She is an unbelievable knockout and I love the way we have been able to share our deepest desires, feelings and fantasies. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Now, back to the party. I knew from last year's party, that the hypnotist was great at getting the pledges to do all kinds of silly and embarrassing things. I wanted to see Kim hypnotized, so I made sure that she was one of the girls selected. There are no guarantees that a subject will be able to be hypnotized, but out of the group of pledges, Kim and three other girls were able to "go under." One of the girls was Amy, Kim's teammate. The other two girls were Judy and Bridget. Amy was still dressed as "Baby New Year," complete with her cloth diaper. Judy was wearing a nurse's outfit that was on the kinky side and Bridget was dressed as a "biker-girl" in a short, black, rubber skirt. You could tell by the outfits that our fraternity had something to do with the selection of the costumes. All of the girls looked great. The Hypnotist's name was Tom and he was really good at creating a lot of fun. (At the girls expense I must add.) The girls were hypnotized off stage and then brought out for the "show." Tom started by having the girls imagine that they were little toddlers. They were told that they could not speak in full sentences yet. He had them sit in the center of the stage and he had them believe that they were all sharing a playpen together and they could not crawl away. Tom put a toy between the girls and suggested to them that they all wanted the toy to play with. It was funny to watch them all try to fight for the toy, but none of them could pick it up with their mitts on. Amy even started crying at one point when the toy was taken from her by one of the other girls. We all were laughing hysterically. Tom then proceeded to set up another scenario for the girls. He had them all sit on bar stools facing the crowd. Through the power of hypnosis, Tom had them imagine that they were all seated on an airplane. He went into great detail how they had to stay seated with their seatbelts on because the flight was experiencing turbulence. He went on to suggest that the girls had had far too much to drink and they were getting antsy in their seats. Tom described the feeling in detail... "Girls, you have been drinking coffee all morning and you need to use the bathroom real bad...you are extremely uncomfortable and you can not wait until the pilot turns off the seatbelt sign...you feel like you are about to explode...you start to rock back and forth in your seats...you try crossing and uncrossing your legs, but nothing relieves the uncomfortable pressure." As Tom provided the girls with these suggestions, the girls responded by doing everything he said. Everyone in the bar was very quiet and watching with amazement as the girls struggled in "their airplane seats." Tom continued, ..."Girls, I want you to imagine a time when you struggled to not wet your pants." "You are now struggling with everything you have not to wet your pants on the plane." "You try and hold in your pee by placing your hand on your crotch and pushing hard against your bladders." The girls were all holding themselves and rocking back and forth on the barstools. "Feel the embarrassment if you wet your pants in front of all of the passengers." Amy again started to cry a little. "You realize that you can not hold it any longer...do you all know this feeling girls?" They all responded, "Yes, yes." Tom went on..."Girls I want you to lean back in your seats, put your feet up and hold your knees." "Spread your legs and wiggle your knees back and forth in a last ditched effort to keep yourself dry." "The plane hits a terrible bump and you are frightened by this." "You know that the plane is fine, but this sudden scare makes you have to pee even that much more." "Girls, I want you to beg me to allow you to wet yourselves to end your extreme discomfort." The girls responded, "Please, please." Tom made them ask to wet themselves. "Please may I wet myself...please," the girls kept chanting. Tom told the girls, "On the count of 5, you may push your pee out as fast as you can." Tom counted slowly until he got to 5. At the same time, all four girls pushed and gave a sigh of relief. It was most evident what was happening to Amy because she wore a plain cloth diaper. She was trying desperately to push her pee out as fast as she could. Right in front of our eyes we all witnessed Amy's diaper instantly turn from dry to soaking wet. I spent careful attention looking at Kim. Kim was wearing a disposable diaper, but with her feet on the barstool it was easy to see her exposed plastic crotch area of the diaper. There was a blue "wetness indicator" on Kim's diaper and it turned color indicating that Kim had wet her diaper. Judy and Bridget just sat there like they were frozen. It is hard to explain, but you should have seen the look of relief on their faces as they sat perfectly still and peed in their diapers. Tom then went on to make them go a little further into the experience. He told the girls, "You have all wet yourselves and you are embarrassed by this...you are afraid of being discovered and you try to hide yourselves with your hands." "The plane seat is soaking wet and you try to raise up off of the seat, but the seatbelt is holding you down." The girls responded with each of Tom's commands. They were making such weird faces and movements. Finally, Tom ended the demonstration and brought the girls out the hypnotic trance. He told the girls that they would not remember what happened to them. The crowd cheered forever. I went up to Kim and took her in my arms. She immediately realized that her diaper was wet and asked me how it happened. I asked Kim if she remembered an airplane flight and she responded "no." It was truly amazing; I wish I had a tape of the plane ride to share with Kim. Back to Kim's Account Even though I don't remember what happened while I was hypnotized, it was still very embarrassing to know that I made such a spectacle out of myself. I think the four of us took our humiliation very well considering what happened and our sorority sisters sure made us feel better by telling us how we were going to be great to have in the sorority. That was a good sign. The party was about to end and it was time to announce the final point totals. I knew that we were doomed, because I had spent most of the competition locked in a highchair and unable to earn points for our team. I still had thoughts of escaping my predicament, but I didn't see any way out. I was never left alone or off of my leash. The team scores were announced and it was no surprise to learn that Amy, Heather and I would be spending a night in the nursery with three other pledge sisters. This would not have worried me, if the sorority girls had not made such a big thing out of it. I thought, how bad could sleeping in a nursery be after what all of us girls had been through? Our sorority president, Nicole, told all of us (pledges) how proud she was of us. It helped us to hear her say that everything that happened tonight had also happened to all of them during their initiations. Like all of hell week, Nicole reminded us not to tell anyone about our experiences. We were also told that we would all have the opportunity to participate as "non-babies" in future years. That sounded good to me. It would be fun to see other pledges go through what we had to experience. Nicole announced the good news. "All of the pledges may have your mitts removed." "For those lucky pledges who will be spending a night in the nursery, please come back here once your Moms have removed your mitts. Well, I thought to myself...at least my mitts were being removed. Jan took me by my leash back to the lady's room. She removed my mitts and proceeded to massage my wet diaper again while I was still in a standing position. "Wow, you are wet again!" Jan announced in a very loud voice. Always trying to embarrass me, I thought. It was a good feeling to be able to wiggle my fingers again. I began to reach up for my collar and remove it like many of the other pledges had already done. "Not allowed." Jan said. "The six pledges going back to the nursery will have to wear their collars and stay on their leashes, at least until we all get back to the sorority house." I then noticed that only those of us slated for a night in the nursery were kept in our collars. I asked to use the toilet while we were still in the restroom. Jan said, "You just wet your diaper, do you need to go again?" I explained that I had had a lot to drink and I desperately needed to use the bathroom. Jan's response was to give a short jerk to my leash and start to head towards the door leading out of the restroom. Without the mitts on, I was able to provide some resistance before we left the restroom. I tried to grab the leash from Jan's hand, but she must have been expecting this move and pulled tight on the leash. (I had never worn a collar, obviously, and I was stunned by the control Jan could command over me.) I was led, almost choking as we exited the restroom. All six pledges that were doomed for the night in the nursery were assembled to hear Nicole's instructions. Nicole's instructions were brief. "Your Dad's and/or Moms will take you back to the sorority house." "I have asked each of them to keep you in your collars and to keep tight control on you by your leashes. In the past, we have had pledges try and escape, so I am taking no chances with you girls. Nicole finished by saying; "We will see you back at the sorority house so that you can be properly tucked in for the night." With that Jan again yanked my leash and I followed her out of the bar. >>>>>CHAPTER 8<<<<< Waiting outside was a long stretch limo that Chris had reserved for our losing pledge team and our Moms and Dads. We were all pretty drunk so it was a good thing we had transportation. It was the largest limousine I had every ridden in, but it was still crowded. Amy, Heather, and I were ordered to sit on the carpeted floor of the limousine. I sat at Jan's feet with my hands rapped around her legs. She kept patting my head and running her hands through my hair. She never let go to the end of my leash. I felt like Jan owned me. Strangely, this was not at all a bad feeling. I wished we were alone. We were pulling away from the bar and Heather asked to use the restroom. She seemed desperate. "Girls you should of thought about that before we left," Jan said. I of course told her in a harsh voice that we did tell her, but that we were not allowed to use the toilet. "Too bad girls," Chris said. I am not sure whose idea it was, but we ended up going through a drive-thru restaurant, and three large drinks were ordered for Amy, Heather and myself. We told them how cruel they were, but our Moms and Dads just laughed at us, and told us to "drink up." We tried to sip the drinks slowly, but they held the cups up to our mouths and forced us to guzzle the entire drinks. Having so much to drink made us all have to pee all of the time. I would pee, and 20 minutes later I had to pee again. We got back to the sorority house and those of us destined for the nursery were given a chance to clean up before getting ready for bed. Chris and Jan had removed my collar from around my neck. It was a relief to not have the leather collar on, but secretly I had enjoyed being under the control that the collar and leash had over me. (I was hoping that I would get the chance to be Jan's pet in the future.) It was now pretty late in the evening and I was tired. All six of us pledges were in our robes and waiting to be brought up to the "nursery." Our sorority Moms and some of the sorority sisters escorted us to a room on the second floor. We came up to a locked door that had a sign that read "Nursery." I looked around at my fellow pledges to see their reactions, but I did not see Heather. "It is time to put our baby pledges to bed," Nicole said. Just before we entered the room, Nicole and others noticed Heather's absence. Several of the girls ran off to find Heather. Had she tried to escape I wondered. The door to the nursery was opened and we were forcefully pushed into the room. I could not believe my eyes. It truly was a nursery! Nicole took over, "Welcome to your new home for tonight little babies...I mean pledges." Our housemother, Nancy, had decorated the room. The wallpaper was just like you would see in a baby's room. The most amazing items were the beds. There were six identical beds all lined up against the wall and they looked like cribs that babies would sleep in, only a little larger. (I learned much later that the beds had been in our sorority for years and originally came from the pediatrics ward at our campus hospital. The beds were once used for bed races during the annual sorority/fraternity competition that our sorority house participated in. The wheels had since been removed and the beds were no longer used, at least for racing.) We all kept staring at the cribs. They were made out of metal and had bars on all four sides. The beds were open on top just like a baby's crib. Nancy had made cute little signs with our names on them and hung a sign on each bed. Mine said "Baby Kimberly." I walked over to my crib to get a better look. One of the sorority girls had removed some of my stuffed animals from my dorm room and placed them in my crib. There was also a blanket placed in each crib that had little teddy bears on it. I reached into the crib and felt the crib sheet. I don't know why, but I was a little surprised to find that it was a fitted plastic sheet and not a cotton sheet that had been placed on the mattress. All of the beds were set up the same. The setting looked like a cute baby ward. Unfortunately, this baby ward was made for us. Nicole told us, "OK babies it is getting late and it looks like you are all very interested in hopping into your cribs." "Your Moms and Dads have been so kind to pick out your pajamas from the ones purchased during the scavenger hunt." "I want each of you to lie down next to your crib." All I could think of was getting to bed, so I sat down. The Moms were instructed to get us dressed for bed. Jan had me remove my robe and she walked over with a pile of diapers. The shock of being diapered had not worn off and I was appalled at what was happening to me. I knew that it was no use to fight if I wanted to join the sorority. Besides, I had already endured so much, why quit now. Jan took what looked like three or four large disposable diapers, and laid them next to me. "Lift your butt onto the diapers baby Kimberly." "That's a good girl." "You are getting so good at being still while you are diapered." I glared at her. She taped the diapers on extra tight and examined her work. "I don't want you getting your bed all wet" "You are being such a good girl." I wanted to slap Jan, but I knew she was just playing the part and trying to humiliate me as much as possible. Next, Jan showed me the yellow, sleeper-styled pajamas I would be wearing. It was a one-piece pajama outfit. She worked the attached "footies" over my feet and pulled the pajamas up my legs. I put my arms in the sleeves and she zipped up the zipper that was on the back of my pajamas. "You look so cute...let me take you over to the mirror so you can see how you look." I started to stand up and she pushed me down. "Crawl over to the mirror, little baby." Jan helped me up when I had reached the mirror. I got to admit that the pajamas looked cute on me, but they made me feel so much like a baby. When I stood I realized just how thick my diapers were. I had to stand with my legs spread apart just to accommodate the bulk between my legs. Jan sensed what I was going through and said, "You will appreciate your diapers if you have any accidents during the night." I gave her one of my patented stares. She walked me back over to my crib and kissed me. I must have looked so funny trying to walk. All of the pledges had been diapered and put into their pajamas. Except for Heather, we all waited by our cribs for one last inspection from Nicole. Just then Heather was led into the room by several of the sorority girls. Heather had tried to sneak out but was caught. Nicole was obviously mad at Heather, but I was shocked that Nicole didn't paddle her or do something else to humiliate her. Heather was quickly dressed for bed like the rest of us. Nicole came over to me first for my inspection. "She looks great, Jan, you did a nice job of getting baby Kimberly ready for bed." I could feel my face turn red. Nicole had me turn around. She took a slim chain and placed it around my neck. It looked like a nice piece of jewelry, but it was a little too sturdy looking for most necklaces. I thought something was up and I was right. Nicole snapped a lock on the chain so that it was secured around my neck. What I didn't know at first was that the lock was also secured to the zipper on the back of my pajamas. When she put the necklaces on the rest of the pledges, I could see exactly what was happening. We were all being locked into our pajamas! This reminded me of being locked into my jeans earlier at the mall and I was totally humiliated by that experience. Nicole told each of the Moms to help us into our cribs. Stepping into the crib was made a little easier because there was a side gate that was lowered to help us get in. I sat down on the plastic sheet and Jan immediately raised the side gate back into position. Nicole ordered all of us to lie down in our cribs. What a strange feeling of humiliation. I looked out between the bars into the room. I could not fully extend my legs because the bed was obviously built for a child. Thankfully, it was larger than a baby's crib. I am not sure why, but I distinctly remember the feeling of the plastic sheet under me. It added to the feeling of being a "total baby" who needed to sleep on plastic sheets so she would not ruin the bed. I was still feeling a little tipsy from the bar, especially lying down in the crib. Nicole explained to us what she was calling "good news." "In the past the babies were always secured to their cribs so they would not wonder around the house at night." "You will be glad to know that the University will not allow us to chain you to your cribs for fire reasons." "So each of you will be fitted with a chain around your ankle and the other end will be attached to this alarm." Nicole held up a small looking device. (It was the kind of security alarm that many of us carried in our purses. By removing the ring from the device, a loud noise would sound.) It happened so quickly. One end of a light chain was locked around my ankle and the other end was placed through the bars of my crib. All six pledges had one of their ankles similarly attached. I noticed that the six chains ended at the same place - the alarm. "You will notice that if any of you babies try to crawl out of your cribs, your ankle chain will remove the ring on the alarm, setting it off." "The problem is, if the alarm is set off, we have no way of telling which baby set it off because all of your chains are connected to the same alarm." "You may all need to be punished severely if this were to happen." I thought about how much ingenuity was used to humiliate the hell out of us. A tray of baby bottles was brought into the nursery. Nicole told us, "I want each of you to drink a bottle of milk before you drift off to sleep so that you don't get thirsty during the night." "If I come in and you have not finished your bottle, you will be punished." "Is that clear?" Baby bottles were given to each of us. Mine was yellow. I suddenly remembered what Chris said, "Don't drink from the blue baby bottle." I looked around and I saw that Heather was given a blue bottle. I didn't dare warn her in front of all of the sorority members. Besides, what was I warning her about, I thought to myself. A baby monitor was turned on as well as a nightlight. All of the Moms told us goodnight and the door to the nursery was closed. None of us spoke at first. I think we were all in shock. Earlier I didn't know what the big deal was about spending a night in "the nursery," but I was beginning to know its true meaning. The whole experience was set up to totally humiliate us and it was working. I was lying on my back and reached back to test my locked necklace and zipper. Like everything else, it was well thought out and could not be removed. It dawned on me that I was locked into my diapers. There was no way in the one-piece pajamas that I would be able to get at my diapers. And even if I did get to my diapers, then what was I to do? I couldn't change myself. I couldn't get out of my crib with out setting off the alarm and getting all of us in trouble. I began to feel trapped, almost like I was in a cage. I think this was the first time that I realized how much I loved the feeling of being secured. Being forced to be a baby, allowed me to give myself permission to be someone else. It was freeing. I was getting into this roll playing. I picked up the baby bottle and began to drink it. My hand slipped down to my diaper and I instinctively tried to touch my private area. I laughed at myself. The diapers were so thick that I could not have masturbated if my life depended on it. This too made me horny. It was like wearing a chastity belt, only made out of diapers. >>>>>CHAPTER 9<<<<< I kept thinking of Jan and I wondered if she liked this role-playing as much as I did. Again I laughed at myself. I don't think we were supposed to like this! Once again my bladder was taking control of my body and I knew that I was going to have to pee. I also knew from all of my wet experiences earlier in the day, that I loved the feeling of wetting myself. Still I was unable to admit this to myself. I tried to ignore the pressure in my bladder, but it was useless. Besides, with all of the fluids we had to drink throughout the day, the pressure would only get worse. I couldn't go to sleep without relieving myself. I also was not sure if we were going to receive a diaper change during the night, so I was concerned about having to sleep in a wet diaper. The decision to wet was made for me. I had just finished my bottle and was taking in the whole experience. The pressure was so strong and my muscles were not about to hold my pee any longer. I placed both of my hands between my legs, over my diapered pajamas and began to wet myself. Maybe it was being in the crib, or being locked in my pajamas, but the feeling was fantastic. Unlike earlier in the day when I was so ashamed, I just enjoyed the experience. My diaper kept getting wetter and wetter as I continued to pee. Instinctively I worried about wetting my crib and pajamas, but the thick diapers were doing their job. There were no leaks and I was relieved. It was amazing to me how this experience brought back a memory of wetting the bed when I was a child. I was older; probably 13, and I had wet the bed during my sleep. I was shocked by what had happened and I remember waking abruptly. My Mom came into my room and scolded me for what I had done. I remembered her saying that she was going to put me in diapers if I couldn't wake up to use the bathroom. She never did put me in diapers, but it was very humiliating at 13 to have my Mom talk to me in this manner. That experience was probably the first time I ever thought about being forced to wear a diaper. I decided to roll over on to my stomach because I could not sleep very well on my back. I carefully turned in my crib so that my ankle chain would not set off the alarm. I managed just fine. There was no pillow in the crib so I laid my head directly on the plastic crib sheet. Not real comfortable, but it was effective at reminding me were I was being kept for the night. Plastic has a distinct smell and feel and this too made me feel like such a little baby. I shifted a little on the smooth sheet. I found that I was enjoying squirming in my diaper. The motion of my body made my wet diaper feel so good between my legs. The other girls were in their cribs right next to mine, so I had to be very discrete with my movements. I decided to make myself pee again so that I could have a comfortable sleep. All I had to do is give a little push and I again started to pee into my diaper. I continued to squirm on my stomach as I peed. I could not help myself. I continued a rocking motion and used the thickness of my wet diaper to get myself worked up. My diaper was so warm and wet with my pee. The feeling was so erotic and I could tell that I was going to climax. I no longer worried if the whole world knew what I was doing because my body had taken over. I continued to grind my crotch even harder into my diaper and I exploded into a fantastic orgasm. I had trouble getting my composure back, but Amy asked if I was all right and I was brought back to reality rather quickly. I told her I was fine...just trying to get comfortable. She said, "I wish I could get comfortable like that." I realized that I probably put on a show for Amy and maybe some of the others too. How embarrassing. I drifted off to sleep. >>>>>WARNING MESSING<<<<< I am not sure how long I was sleeping, but I woke up when I heard Heather's groans. It took me a moment to realize where I was. It shocked me to see that I was lying in a crib and then the night's activities all came back to me. Heather was in one of the cribs next to mine. I peered through the bars and saw that Heather was up on her hands and knees. I was not sure if she was crying or just making a groaning noise. I asked her if she was all right. Heather responded, "I am in terrible pain." "I need to poop so badly." I thought...the poor girl. I remembered the blue baby bottle she was given to drink and how Chris told me not to drink from the blue bottle. I was sure that Heather was given the blue bottle because of her failed escape attempt. It must have had a laxative mixed in with the milk. I couldn't really do anything to comfort Heather while both of us were confined to our cribs. Still, I tried to offer some comforting words. Heather continued to groan. I asked her if she were able to poop, would she feel better. She responded, "I would feel much better, but I can't poop in a diaper." Heather was either crying out of embarrassment or pain, I could not tell which. I was not sure what to say, but ended up telling her that it was OK to dirty her diaper. "I can't, I can't," she insisted. Heather was now holding the top of the crib and resting on her knees. I could tell that she was trying to bend over to relieve the pain. I asked her if she wanted to climb out of her crib and run to the bathroom. She responded, "If I get out of this crib, we will all be in trouble and I don't want that to happen." "Besides, I know that I am already in trouble with the sorority and I can't risk another incident." Her groaning got louder. I told her everything would be OK and I again told her that everyone would understand if she had to poop in her diaper. I could tell that the drug was taking more control and she would not be able to hold back much longer. All of the girls were now awake and they too offered Heather sympathy. We told Heather we were in this together and we would support her decision to either crawl out of her crib or stay and mess her diaper. Heather told us that she could not bring us all down and had decided to stay. Amy was probably the closest friend to Heather and began to talk Heather through the awful experience. "Heather, try to relax as much as possible...stay on your knees and push." Heather did exactly what Amy said. It was really an awful sight to see a grown woman hunched over and trying to poop herself. I felt so sorry for her. Heather continued to push and cry at the same time. It took a minute, but Heather was finally able to poop. You could tell that she was very relieved and very embarrassed. None of us said anything at first. The smell in the room said it all. It was at that moment that we all became a little terrified by what we had witnessed. Heather tried to apologize for her actions. We tried to reassure her that she had no choice in the matter. The sorority girls must have been listening to us on the baby monitor because they chose this exact time to come in to check on us. "So, why aren't you sleeping little girls?" Nicole asked. "Oh, did baby Heather have a little problem?" "Did you go poo, poo in your diapers, Heather?" Nicole played it up as usual. She then asked how many of us needed a diaper change. None of us were quick to admit that we needed to be changed. >>>>>MESSING FINISHED<<<<< "Well if none of you need to be changed, I will just turn off the light and we will leave you alone." Amy spoke up. "I need to be changed." We all finally admitted that we were wet. Nicole teased us, "It seems that this year's pledges are truly little babies." The Moms were given the task of changing our diapers. When Jan came over to my crib she told me that she was going to make good on her earlier threat. "What threat?" I asked. She said, "I told you in the bar that you would regret your behavior." "I am not changing your diaper!" "Please!" I begged. My diaper had become so incredibly wet and heavy and it no longer felt very good to have it wrapped around my most intimate spot. I begged her to change me, but she said I needed to learn to respect the sorority sisters more and that i can stay in it until morning. I watched the other pledges get their diapers changed. I was jealous. It was no longer enjoyable or funny to be in the nursery. I wanted out. What made things worse is I had to pee again. I was sitting in my crib feeling sorry for myself. Nicole and the other sorority sisters finally told us goodnight and walked out of the nursery. I put my head down again on the plastic sheet and tried to get back to sleep. Before I could fall asleep, I needed to wet to relieve the pressure. I finally succumbed to my need and let loose into my waiting diaper. I was particularly upset that I was being forced to wet my diapers. There was nothing I could do but simply fill my diapers with pee. I was in agony and wanted out of my diapers. I tried to pull the diapers away from my body through my pajama-sleeper I was wearing, but it was useless. The diapers just hugged me like a second skin. This is when I realized a pleasure/pain... Morning would not come early enough, I thought. I finally drifted off to sleep. The next morning many of the sorority sisters and even a few of the fraternity guys greeted us in the nursery. Jan came over and said, "How is my little Kimberly this morning?" "Did you sleep well?" "OK," I answered. "But I missed you." Janet lowered the gate on the crib and unlocked the chain from my ankle. She helped me out of the crib. "I missed you too Kim...I thought about what you went through during the night." When she lifted me out of the crib we both noticed that my pajamas were wet. It seemed that my diapers were not able to hold all of my pee. I was embarrassed. "Don't worry Kim, when we are together, I will make sure you are properly diapered." I tried to let on that I would not like her diapering me, but she knew better. END OF MAIN STORY Epilog It has been several years since my sorority initiation and I have been out of college for the last three years. All of the pledges were accepted into the sorority and I still see Heather and Amy several times each year. We have talked about our initiation experience often. Amy and Heather know that I like to role-play using diapers and they tease me about it. In fact, they always check to see if I am in a diaper. Amy has also admitted to wearing diapers a few times since college. It makes me wonder how many adults buy adult diapers for fun and not need. Janet and I recently got married and I could not be any happier with our relationship. We have experimented with just about every role-playing game you can imagine, but most of them have to do with...you guessed it...diapers. She loves to diaper me and I love the attention. She has put me in diapers and made me wear them to all kinds of functions. She usually puts me in a diaper before a long car trip and she loves to diaper me before we go to the movies or a football game. We get a kick out of one or both of us secretly wearing a diaper under our clothes when we go out with friends. Sometimes we try and see who can keep their diaper dry the longest. It may sound dumb, but it is fun. Anytime I am in a diaper, I am not allowed to use a restroom without her permission. If she leaves me alone when I am diapered, you can be sure that they are locked on me in some creative way. She loves to have me under her control and I love it too. (Of course I do my best to resist!) We have used diapers as a way of experimenting with different bondage and discipline scenarios too. Janet knows that if I am kept in a diaper long enough or if I am forced to dirty the diaper it is pure punishment for me. She uses this to her advantage when she thinks I am being bitchy. We have also reversed roles and I have been her "Mommy." This has been fun, especially if I dress her up in some really revealing outfits. We have ordered about everything you can imagine over the Internet having to do with diaper wearing. I own more rubber and plastic clothes than you can imagine and I love to see how turned on Jan gets when I am wearing one of the outfits. Especially on weekends, she selects the clothes she wants me to wear. I like to protest just to get a rise out of her. She will then take me over her knee and give me a firm spanking, stopping every once in awhile to massage my sore butt. Role-playing with diapers has kept our lives sexually charged. The next time I write to you, I will share some more of our diaper adventures. THE END
I wrote another scene starring Nadia (who's apparently going through a rebellious phase). When Lavinia came home she went straight to her daughter's room. The door was locked, so she sent a text. "Can I come in?" "Don't know. Could be a violation. Better check regulations." "Don't get smart with me." The door slid open, but neither said anything. Nadia lay on her bed playing with her pad and listening to her headphones. Lavinia stood in the doorway glaring at her. "How was work?" the teenage girl asked sardonically after a little time had passed. "I just talked to Sophia," Lavinia reported. "How's Julia?" "She's grounded." "Too bad," Nadia said, still not expressing any emotion. "I think you know why." "Interesting story," Nadia said. This greatly annoyed Lavinia, as was intended. "We are going to have a discussion whether you like it or not, young lady!" "It was her idea," Nadia said as soon as she'd paused her music and made eye contact with her mother. "She said it was yours." Nadia's face finally showed a hint of an emotion, and it was anger. "That lying little..." "No! It doesn't matter whose idea it was. Neither of you should've done it." "Excuse me for trying something fun." "It's not fun." "Ever tried it?" Lavinia blushed. "It's unhealthy, both physically and mentally." Nadia rolled her eyes. "I already heard that in school." "It seems like you need a reminder." "This has been a very interesting conversation," said Nadia as she put her headphones back on and picked up her pad. "This has to stop. Children try strange things. That's understandable, and more or less acceptable. But you're almost a grown woman. You can't have these kinds of behaviors." "Why? You gonna report me?" "No! I want to talk it over. If you have strange feelings, or feel inclined to do strange things, you need to tell me." "Why? So you can send me to a psych?" "Nadia!" "You will." "Maybe I will but only if I can't solve the problem by discussing it with you." "I understand. You tell me what I should and shouldn't do, and, if I still disagree, I get dragged to a psych." "I'm not going to keep arguing. Are you properly dressed?" "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean, young lady. Are you wearing a diaper?" "Yeah." "Prove it." Nadia stood up, undid her pants, wiggled out of them, and kicked them across the room. She was indeed wearing a diaper. "Good!" Lavinia said. "Now let me see it." "You can see it from there," said Nadia, who had flopped back on the bed and gone back to reading her pad. She rolled over further when she noticed her mother trying to read the indicator on her diaper. "When did you put this on?" "I dunno. Probably lunch hour. Maybe a little before." "You're still wearing it." "Interesting observation." "You know what I mean. Why haven't you changed?" "Maybe I haven't had much to drink today. Maybe it absorbed it so good I'm still comfortable with this morning's diaper." "Maybe? Is that true?" Nadia didn't answer. She only sighed with annoyance. "It doesn't look like it's absorbed anything," Lavinia said as she tried to read the indicator. "Why don't you get your nose out of my butt? Don't you have better things to do? "Nadia Vespasiana Ducenta, you will urinate in your diaper like a normal adult!" "Don't have a breakdown. I'm totally healthy. I'd just rather not pee right now." "You're not healthy. There's urine trapped in your bladder. It's probably swollen up with lots of it by now." "So? Plenty of people hold it. It used to be everybody." "It used to be, but not anymore. There are good reasons why toilets are defunct and toilet training is considered child abuse." "It's not about any child. Me and Julia potty trained ourselves for our own reasons. Are you saying I abused myself?" Lavinia stammered for a moment, then said, "I don't have to justify myself." "And I don't have to wet myself," Nadia quipped. "Is that so? Well you're not leaving this room until I see some yellow bars on that indicator." "I don't care. Have fun guarding the door." "That means you'll get nothing for dinner. Not unless you want something to drink, which I'll happily give you. In fact, I'm going to make you drink a glass of cranberry juice right now." "Fine!" Nadia finally yelled. "If you're gonna be an evil torturer overlord I'll wet my diaper!" The girl didn't move from her spot, and didn't want her face to register anything, but she couldn't conceal all of her feelings. Her face betrayed a look of relief as hissing liquid resounded inside her diaper and glowing symbols appeared on her waistband. "There! Happy?" she said when she was finished. She pointed to the indicator, which reported that she'd just released an extremely large volume of urine for a girl her size. "That's good," Lavinia said. "You can have your scheduled meal. But if I hear anything more about 'holding' or 'potty,' you are grounded!" "Why do I have to get yelled at and not Marcus? He's the one who has pictures of girls in non-absorbent underwear." "He has what?!?"
The following story contains both male and female desperation and peeing. It is set on an extraterrestrial world inhabited by both humans and another humanoid species. The Human's Room ================ Toby and Kyrana had been talking for almost an hour. It was their first time spending any real time together, outside of some idle chatter before or after class, but the two were becoming fast friends—perhaps even more than friends. There was a time when that sort of thing would've been frowned upon, even scandalous. She with her blue skin and antennae, and he with his pink skin and funny ears. But their species weren't so different when you got down to it—two arms, two legs, a head. And people were a lot more forward thinking these days. In truth, no one there in the crowded dining hall of T'Naka College had even taken much notice of the mixed pair, except perhaps with a small measure of envy. What was college for, after all, if not for experimenting? And if there was to be an experiment, she couldn't have asked for a finer lab partner than Toby. He was tall and muscular, with a broad chest. It was probably safe to say that Human men tended to be superior in that regard to Mictaran men, and Toby was above average even for a Human. If you could get past the glaring lack of antennae, he was really quite handsome. And she was enjoying learning more about him. He'd grown up on a farm in the S'Rolpa district, as so many Humans had. And while one might have expected the life of a farmer to be mundane, it had already become clear that he had quite a few stories of a very different life than the one she'd known growing up. So much so, in fact, that she'd been ignoring a bit of discomfort in order to stay there to continue hearing those stories. Kyrana had taken no notice of the discrepancy, but whereas Toby had taken only small sips from a water glass that he hadn't even filled to capacity to start with, she had downed a large mug of tea as well as most of a glass of water. It wasn't altogether unusual for her to drink this much fluid with lunch, but normally she visited the restroom before eating, not after. Getting drawn into a conversation with Toby at the end of the previous class had interrupted that routine. The end result of this, of course, was that she could really do with a trip to the little Mictaran's room. But she couldn't very well interrupt their rhythm now. What if they never got it back again? And so Kyrana crossed her legs and ignored the growing fullness in her lower abdomen. When finally the time seemed to be approaching to say good-bye for now, Kyrana was determined to see him again. "A bunch of us are getting together at my dormitory tonight," she volunteered. "A few drinks, maybe some games, lively conversation—you can come if you want." "That sounds like fun," Toby smiled. "T'Para Hall," Kyrana explained, "room 201, say around 700." "I'll be there," he promised. With that it was time to say their goodbyes, and not a moment too soon for Kyrana. As much as she had been enjoying her newfound company, there was no denying that all that tea was rapidly making its way to her bladder. She acted nonchalant just long enough for Toby to take a few steps away before makig a beeline for the nearest restroom. That restroom was clear on the opposite side of the building, of course. And, it being the lunchtime rush, it was perhaps not surprising that she found both stalls occupied when she got there. But she waited patiently. Or as patiently as she could with a bladder that felt like it was full to the brim, ready to spill at the slightest jostle. Her antennae angled in opposite directions, as though trying to twist around one another if only they were long enough to reach. She rocked very gently, alternately extending each leg out to the side while her wait shifted to the other, her firm posterior bobbing side to side with the rhythmic holding pattern. Kyrana waited less than a minute, although it felt like more than that, before one of the toilets became available and she eagerly hustled in. A small spurt of urine escaped into her clothes before she could get into position. She crossed one knee in front of the other, her torso closer to horizontal than to vertical as she fought desperately to hold it in for just a moment longer. She held her breath, squeezing her sphincter tightly, as she pushed her pants down to her knees. Another spurt escaped during the fraction of a second that her exposed blue bum was still in midair. And then a powerful stream hissed as though ever fiber of her being were devoted in that moment to not only expelling the liquid from her body, but to putting as much distance between her and it as mictaranly possible. No more tea when chatting with hot guys, she thought to herself as her whole body seemed to sigh with relief. Toby, meanwhile, was approaching the building in which his next class would soon begin. Whereas most of the other students entered the building through the main lobby, presumably also on their way to their respective classes, Toby took a detour around to the back of the building. The local demographics shifted quickly as he rounded the structure. Whereas Mictarans were by far the majority on the campus (and, for that matter, the world), of the approximately 20 people lined up at the small shack there, every single one of them was Human. Toby glanced at his watch. 7 minutes until class. Not enough time to get through a line like that. This was no surprise, of course. On the contrary, Toby would've been surprised if he had in fact gotten an opportunity to relieve the slight tingling in his bladder. He'd pretty well forfeited that opportunity by taking such a long lunch with Kyrana. Still, you couldn't blame the guy for checking. He was about to sit down for a 3-hour lecture. It would've been nice to take a leak first. And so, after waving to acknowledge a friend around the middle of the line, Toby turned around, entered the classroom building, and climbed up the stairs toward the venue for the upcoming classic literature lecture. Perhaps it would have been more accurate to title the course classic Mictarian literature. The so-called "classic" period was a time before Humans had even arrived on this world, although that made little difference to Toby. His parents, his grandparents, his great-grandparents—everyone he'd ever known and everyone they'd ever known—had been born on Mictara. In truth, the stories that were passed down of a world called Earth seemed far more alien to him than Mictara did. It was said that Earth had a smaller companion, a "moon," that circled high above it, so massive that at night you could see it very clearly with only the naked eye. It sounded unsettling to Toby, as though one day it might just fall down and crush an entire continent. With dangers like that, it was little wonder that his ancestors had to find a new home. The base of Toby's penis tingled only moderately as he took his seat, signaling a bladder that was filling but not full. He'd be uncomfortable by the end of class, no doubt, but he wasn't particularly anxious about it. The reality was that Toby did without a midday pee more often than not. This was just another day in the life of a Human. And for the first half of the lecture, Toby managed mostly to forget the discomfort growing between his legs. "Let's take a ten minute break," the professor announced at about the hallway point of their three hours. Most of the students got up to stretch. Some congregated, smoking in the hallway. Some turned and headed toward the Mictaran toilets just around the corner, where they would no doubt find little to no wait. Toby envied then a little as getting up out of his chair served to hustle his bladder, calling his attention back to a bladder than was now moving past the merely tingling state. "Line count, sixteen," the Humans quietly passed the news amongst themselves. A couple of them made haste to join that queue before it got any longer. Sixteen wasn't a half bad count, but there was no way they'd be back without missing at least a little bit of the lecture. Not an ideal solution, but if they really had no choice but to go then at least the break reduced the amount of class time they'd to miss. Toby had certainly been in that position before. Sometimes, no matter how careful you tried to be to avoid it, you just had to piss. And whereas a Mictaran in sufficiently dire straits might be able to make do by slipping behind a tree or around a quiet corner, nature had been a bit less kind to the Humans. You see, for reasons that still weren't well understood, even after well over a century of Humans living on Mictara, Human urine was simply fundamentally incompatible with this planet and the life on it. For decades after their arrival, Humans were effectively confined to their village, the only place in the world with a waste management system that could break their urine down into something harmless. It must've seemed for a while there that no substance found on Mictara could withstand contact with Human urine. It would burn through anything it touched, seep into the ground and kill nearby plants, even imbue the air with an acid gas if left standing for any period of time—although this was, admittedly, difficult to do when the fluid so readily burned through its container. As the Humans spread out to tend enough farmland to sustain themselves, stories tell of as many as four or five households sharing a single toilet facility built of what little Earth metal they'd brought with them from their old world. Eventually, of course, the correct metallurgy was developed, and Human-compatible toilets could be built from local materials. But to this day it was an expensive process that easily cost twenty times that of building a comparable Mictaran toilet—more, if you counted all the testing and paperwork that went into certification. At first, the few Human students in attendance at T'Naka used to walk to school from the nearby Human housing, carefully metering their water intake to get through the day's classes and get home before their bladders reached their limits. But, as Human enrollment at the college increased (to the chagrin of some Mictarans who didn't think very highly of their children learning alongside "Poison Pissers"), the incident rate started to climb. Trees and shrubs died. Buildings incurred costly structural damage. Sometimes the offenders were caught and held responsible for the damages, but unless someone witnessed the act, it was hard to build a strong legal case. Eventually, the administration had little choice but to find the money to install a Human-safe toilet. The shack out back was the first on campus. In the present day, a second one had come to exist in the basement of T'Linka Hall. Sometimes called "the Human hall" by Mictarans and Humans alike, T'Linka was the smallest and oldest of the five dormitories on the T'Naka campus. The basement bedrooms housed the campus's first Human resident students, who paid a modest "sanitation" fee on top of the regular housing fees paid by Mictaran residents. Eventually, the entire building filled with humans. Overfilled, in fact. Whereas the building was originally equipped with three Mictaran toilets to service its full capacity of intended occupants, they were now crowding three Humans into bedrooms built for two, with still just the one Human-rated toilet to serve all of them. The Mictaran restrooms still remained, for the most part, still used by the Humans for non-urinary activities. At least they didn't have to stand in line to brush their teeth. In any event, Toby passed the latter half of his lecture in an increasing state of discomfort. He tucked his penis down between his legs. It helped to keep his member stowed securely. Somehow, a penis that felt like it was flapping around in the breeze always seemed to have a harder time understanding why it couldn't just let loose—an instinct that probably served his species better back on Earth than it did here. By the time the literature lecture ended, Toby was definitely looking forward to a visit to the little Human's room. That didn't mean he could proceed directly to the toilet now, of course, for as much as a Mictaran in the same position would've thought that to be the obvious solution. Toby had a schedule to keep, and he wasn't about to be late to Kyrana's because he'd spent half an hour in line pursuing an unscheduled leak. He had time for precisely one pee between now and his visit with Kyrana, and the later that pee happened the later he'd need to go again—and, therefore, the later he could stay with her. It wouldn't very well do to interrupt their time together just because he needed a wee. So Toby proceeded to the dining hall, grabbed himself a sandwich to eat whilst he walked, and proceeded to Human Hall to get on with the night's events. First and foremost, Toby had an essay due in the next morning's class. Thankfully, he'd already composed most of it and needed to do little more than convert his scribble to a proper typewritten document. Typewriting, at least, didn't require much clarity of thought in his distracted state. And distracted he most definitely was. Normally, in the absence of any midday relief, a much-needed pee would be at the top of his to-do list by this time of the evening. But normally Toby didn't have an invitation to the dormitory of a blue-skinned beauty with a body like no Human girl's. So Toby continued to typewrite. He started in a seated position. Then he advanced to a sort of semi-standing position with one leg resting on his seat while the other was planted on the floor. By the end, it seemed half the sentences were typed with only one hand, the other fidgeting uncomfortably with his troubled genitalia. It was a good thing his roommates weren't in. In total, he made a number of typographical errors along the way, pulling out correction tape for some of them, deciding he'd address others in the morning if there was time. Being done was more important than being perfect right now. Then it was time for a shower. At least this doesn't involve waiting in line too, Toby thought as the water washed down his muscled chest, some of it running down his abdomen and across the length of his penis before dropping to the drain. It rather looked like he was peeing, a somewhat cruel reminder of what he very much wanted to be doing right now. He squeezed his penis for a moment, lifting his left leg as though trying to adjust the pants he was no longer wearing, took a slow breath, and continued. This wasn't the first time that water cascaded over his body while he fought the urge to make water of his own. But if he were to be completely honest right now, Toby might admit that he was starting to get a little anxious. Perhaps it would've been wiser to be a little late to Kyrana's party. He knew his limits pretty well, and he knew he wasn't there yet. But there was always a certain unpredictability to this sort of thing. Some days, the body just seemed determined to make more pee than others. And right now Toby was rolling the dice to see just how quickly his body went from bad to worse. And there was a fair amount at stake. Having an accident was, after all, rather a big deal for a Human. And property damage was only the half of it. When one Human made a mistake, it made all of them look bad. And so there was some level of caution that they all expected each other to exert. Toby tried to finish his shower as quickly as possible. This wasn't the time to worry about scrubbing behind his ears. Having turned off the water, Toby toweled off his genitals quickly and then wrapped his lower body. He'd learned to bring a second towel for the rest of his body under circumstances like these. He didn't need the air nipping at his penis any longer than necessary. With just enough time left on the clock, Toby was finally dressed and in the queue for his first pee in about twelve hours. He chatted amiably with his linemates. Occasionally you'd see someone with their nose in a book whilst in line, trying to attend to their studies, but for the most part it was too distracting a place to get any real work done. In a way, the queue was the social center of the dormitory. It was here that they talked about their days, traded tips on how to succeed in their classes, grumbled about their professors, and made plans for the weekends. On a bad day, that queue might get thirty people deep or more, which made for quite the social interchange but would not have done any favors for a young man who had prioritized his pursuit of a young woman over emptying his bladder for a bit longer than he should have. Fortunately for Toby, today was not one of those days. It wasn't long before he found himself at Kyrana's dormitory. It was a small, intimate affair. Kyrana, a few of her friends, some of their significant others. Toby was the only Human in attendance, but Kyrana stayed close and was careful to involve him in the conversation. Especially with a few drinks to lubricate the interaction, Humans and Mictarans weren't really so different from one another. They came from a somewhat different background with somewhat different life experiences, but their two peoples had lived alongside each other for a century. They'd come a long way from the early years in which Mictaran parents used to tell their children to stay clear of the Humans, that if you looked at them the wrong way they were liable to sneak up on you in your sleep and pee on you—either to permanently brand you with a symbol of shame so that other humans would know what you had done, or simply to burn you to death, depending on how gruesome the teller of this tall tale was feeling at the time. In truth, of course, there was no documented case of such an attack ever happening. No talk of that sort arose on that evening. In fact, no one directly said the words Human or Mictaran at all. For that night, they were all just people who enjoyed drinking together. Toby, of course, had to be careful not to enjoy the drinking too much. Whereas the others all excused themselves at one point or another to visit the toilet (some of them multiple times), Toby had no such luxury. He allowed himself one drink per hour. But the Mictarans had no sense of how alcohol affected a Human anyway. For all they knew, that was the Human equivalent of their larger imbibements. Even at his measured pace, though, that was five drinks by the time people started to disappear to go to bed. Five drinks in and nothing out. One didn't have to be a biology major to understand why Toby was beginning to look forward to getting back to Human Hall. He was just about to say good-bye and thank you for the invitation when Kyrana threw a wrench in his plan. "Have you ever had a K'Tarian Sunrise?," she asked him. "No," he answered honestly. "What's in it?" "I've got the ingredients in my room," she smiled. "Come on, I'll make you one." Toby wavered for a moment. Another drink was not entirely what his body needed right then. But Kyrana seemed disappointed at his hesitation. This wasn't about the drink. He'd been invited to her room, her private space. It was a significant gesture. "Well, maybe just a small one," he agreed. And so she led him up to her room and unlocked the door for him. "Have a seat on the bed," she told him, "I'll be back in two minutes—I just have to pee really bad, sorry." Kyrana curtseyed with a slightly pained look on her face—whether from bursting to pee or from being so rude as to leave her guest unattended, Toby didn't know. She disappeared down the hall as Toby went inside. Toby really could've done with a trip to the little Human's room himself. But that would've been at least a twenty-minute round trip, and that was assuming there was miraculously no line. No, Toby had every intention of being there when Kyrana returned. It was quite a nice room, too. Toby had never realized how much better the accomodations were in the other dormitories. Far from the overcrowding of the Human dorm, where three beds were squeezed awkwardly into a space they barely fit, this dorm evidently had sufficient vacancies for Kyrana to enjoy a private room entirely to herself. He didn't have to wait for her very long. The perks of being Mictaran, Tony thought as his bladder pulsed slightly in objection to the inequality. Kyrana handed Toby a Sunrise. He took a sip to be polite. It was actually pretty good. "That's a very interesting flavor," Toby remarked, setting the drink down so that he wouldn't be tempted to overdo it. Toby did his very best to continue the conversation for another twenty minutes or so before he could no longer delude himself about it being time to leave. This was the second time today that his bladder had felt like it was stretched to its limit in the name of getting to know Kyrana. He'd gotten to know her now, and burning a whole through her mattress wasn't going to earn him any points. "I should really get going," Toby told her, "Thank you for a lovely evening." "You don't want to finish your Sunrise?," Kyrana looked a little disappointed. "It's delicious, but I, uh... really shouldn't have any more alcohol tonight," he responded with a slightly evasive version of the truth. Despite the fact that Kyrana had essentially made the same admission when they first got to her room, Toby couldn't quite bring himself to admit to her that he too had to piss out all those beverages he'd taken in. Humans didn't talk about such things with Mictarans. Humans didn't give them any reason to think that they couldn't be trusted to contain themselves while walking about in civilized society. It was okay if a Mictaran needed to pee. It wasn't okay if he did. "But we should do something again," Toby added quickly, recognizing that it was his turn to do the inviting. "Lunch tomorrow?," he asked. "That sounds great," Kyrana smiled and kissed him good-bye. Her lips made the most electric sensation against Toby's. He'd never felt anything like it before. Back outside, the cool night air didn't do him any favors as it permeated his thin clothes and tickled at his private regions. He wasn't normally out and about so late at night. The Humans usually congregated in their own dorm, for obvious reasons. He'd have to remember to bring warmer clothes next time. Arriving at Human Hall, Toby wasted no time in proceeding directly to the basement. Things were really getting bad. This was worse than in the shower earlier. He was running out of time, and he knew it. There were only three people ahead of him in line--which, even so late at night, was an unusually agreeable turn of events. He thanked his lucky stars as he took careful steps to join the line. "Where have you been?," Alara, in her pajamas, eyed him suspiciously. "Party," Toby replied briefly, resisting the urge to fidget while he was the subject of scrutiny. "A Mictaran party?," her eyes widened. She lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned in to ask the obvious follow-on. "With alcohol?!" "A little bit," Toby admitted, trying to sound calm and cool and not about to piss himself. The Humans were a bit divided in their opinions about alcohol. Some thought it was okay as long as you were careful. Some thought that anything that unnecessarily increased demand for the toilet showed a disregard for the shared resource and a cavalier attitude toward accidents. Still, it wasn't as though that basement had never seen a Human party with alcohol. "Looks like it was a good night for it too," Toby remarked, gesturing at the two people in front of her. "The line is nice and short." "True," Alara conceded, seemingly slightly annoyed that Toby's indiscretion was so fortuitously timed. Perhaps some part of her wanted to see him dance, see him admit he'd misjudged the situation, see him ask if he could please please please cut in front of her just this once and he'd never drink alcohol again. But Toby was determined to at least pretend that he was in control. And it was quickly growing harder to keep up the charade. Toby tried to take a slow, deep breath to calm himself. Alara looked away for a moment, distracted by someone emerging from the bathroom. Toby seized the opportunity to adjust his penis without her noticing. There were now only two more people ahead of him in the line—Alara and another girl. Just a few more minutes, Toby told himself. He was almost there. But almost wasn't good enough. Toby had to piss. Now. He felt it slip past his sphincter and into his long urethra. He tried to squeeze himself in a desperate bid to keep it in just a moment longer, but it was too late. A faint sizzling sound emanated from his pants. A hole the size of an eraser head burned through his pants, the result of the tiniest drop escaping his control. "Maybe you don't have the alcohol as under control as you thought," Alara told him with the faintest tone of superiority. But she wasn't without sympathy. Waiting was hard sometimes. They'd all been there. "Priority," she announced softly to the girl ahead of her as she pushed Toby gently to the front of the line, saving Toby the embarrassment of having to explain the situation himself. Arguments over the exact rules might erupt from time to time, and there was undoubtedly some sense of shame associated with being in that predicament, but virtually every Human was agreed on the basic premise: You could argue about how they got into that situation later, but while the emergency was at hand, anyone losing containment had priority over the queue. Later that night, Toby sat on his bed, sewing a new patch over the crotch of his pants. In sophisticated circles, one tried to make it look like a stylistic adornment on the pants, a deliberate embellishment. But at the end of the day most Humans had evidence of some sort of repair work at the center of most of their trousers. As if their skintone and their funny noses didn't make them stand out enough in Mictaran society, they had to walk around in clothes that announced to the world that they weren't even in control of those funny looking bodies. Alara was right, though, and Toby knew it. Next time, he chided himself silently, I have to go easier on the alcohol.
Taylor was in her first semester of her junior year at her University. As is the case with a lot of college students Taylor did not have hardly any money and decided to take a job as a campus tour guide in order to make some extra money to live off of. Yeas it was a medium wage on-campus job but it was better than nothing and she actually did enjoy showing potential newcomers to the University around and informing them of the benefits associated with coming to her university. Taylor was also already regarded as one of the best tour guides and she was only about three months into the job. On this particular day Taylor was especially busy. She had to get dressed quickly as she woke up late and simply through on the black thong that she was wearing the day before and covered her very plum butt up with a pair of dark red yoga pants that just hugged her fantastic figure perfectly. Showcasing every single curve in the 20 year old's body. She threw on a red t-shirt with her University's name on it that still somehow did a great job of showcasing her rather perky breasts even though it was a size too big. In her rush, Taylor didn't even put on a bra and left the house without attending to any of her bodily needs. Taylor had three classes back to back and then had her tour for the day which usually lasted anywhere between an hour or two hours depending on how man questions were asked by the group she was showing around that particular day. It was soon into her first class of the day when Taylor, and most likely the girl she was sitting next too, heard Taylor's stomach gurgle. Lets just say that these were not hunger pains that Taylor was experiencing. Taylor had to take a dump and it was building quickly. Taylor started squirming in her seat and also felt her bladder express its now urgent need to be emptied. The only thing was that poor Taylor had classes back to back in different buildings so there was simply no time to take care of her needs. She had to hold it. After all, Taylor was a college junior she was a big girl. About midway through her third class Taylor is frantic. Sweat is dripping off of her forehead and the squirming in her seat is just so obvious that about everyone has taken notice of the pretty girl in class squirming in her seat and whimpering every once in a while. Tylor didn't know anyone in this class but it didn't help when she accidentally could not hold a fart in anymore and it squeezed out from her tightly clenched butt cheeks. a few snickers could be heard and the professor even stopped and lost his train of thought for a minute he was so distracted. Taylor's face turned bright red as a leak of pee escaped her grabs on her crotch and Taylor felt the warmth spread even down to her butt cheeks. Taylor spent the rest of that class too scared to get up as she thought that her wet spot was noticeable. Once class ended, Taylor waited for the majority of the class to clear out before she made her exit. Her tour started in five minutes. Poor Taylor could not catch a break today. Her tightly clenched butt cheeks could not contain more farts as she walked into the tour guide meting room. Taylor obviously did not look well as she had a pained look on her face and could not stand still. She was now very openly bouncing from foot to foot and swaying her hips back and forth. The short meeting ended and Taylor was assigned to her group but before that she made a last ditch effort. She approached the coordinator of the tours wit a red face and tightly crossed legs and one hand firmly placed on her butt. "Umm Miss Jackson may I pease have a bathroom break before I start my tour. I haven't been able to go all day and its really urgent." "Taylor come on you are one of the best here you should know better than that, now go start your tour. You can go when you get back." Miss jackson sternly said in response before turning her back and walking away. Poor Taylor's heart dropped as another loud and wet fart escaped her butt cheeks. She could not afford to lose this job so she had to do what she was told. Taylor approached her group comprised of two high school seniors and their mothers. Both of the younger girls were blonds and seemed to be a bit stuck up and Taylor immediately felt judged. The mothers were not much better as they obviously could sense something was not right with there tour guide right from the start. A tour guide is supposed to be confident and not pouring sweat and quite obviously doing a potty dance. Both of the high school girls giggled. "Umm im Taylor and I will be your guide today." Taylor then followed that statement up with the most embarrassing moment of her life to date. She let out a huge fart and had to firmly grasp her butt cheeks shut and then grab her crotch as there was now a very obvious wet spot forming down the legs of her red leggings that showed every little drop. The seal had broken. Taylor could not stop it. Her butt cheeks were now very wet and uncomfortable feeling and that was just going to get worse. "Are you ok? Do you need a bathroom visit before we start?' one of the moms asked obviously a little annoyed that their guide was so unprepared. "Umm i'm uhh fine." was all Taylor could muster up as now her bowels gave out and started unloading the days worth of poop that was inside of her. Taylor immediately knew she had lost control and just let it happen as she squatted down and started to cry full force into the palms of her hands as a puddle of pee started to form around her. Her red leggings were now a completely and much darker version of red and the back of her leggings showed a rather large bulge starting to form. The mothers and high school girls immediately backed away and looked on in disgust and disbelief as to what they were witnessing. The stench coming from Taylor was already filling the air and becoming unbearable. The sound of loud and wet sounding farts and Taylor's cries were all that could be heard at this point. Edited October 11, 2018 by Mrgala21 spelling (see edit history)
Jenny was sitting at the dining table working on homework. She could feel her bladder filling up, but was debating on if she wanted to pee her jeans or pretend to be a responsible adult and use the toilet so she wouldn't have to change before going to class in an hour. Suddenly her phone began to vibrate. It was Megan! Jenny picked up: "Hello?" "Hey Jenny, sorry to bug you, are you busy?" Megan asked. "Just finishing up some homework, what's up?" "I just got a call from Katy's school. She peed herself at recess. Any chance you could take her some dry pants? I can't break away right now and they school wouldn't let her just go back to class with wet jeans." "Sure babe, I'll take her some pants." Jenny said with a small smile. "Thanks, you're the best! Gotta run, meeting. I love you, see you tonight!" Megan said with relieved sincerity. "No problem, I love you too!" Jenny replied. She hung up, took a moment to finish the problem she was on, then she went to Katy's bedroom. The carpet was stained with faint spots where Katy had failed to follow one of Megan's rules: always clean up after yourself. Or perhaps she had cleaned up halfway, using just a towel to soak up the majority but foregoing the carpet shampooer. Jenny opened a drawer on Katy's dresser and hunted through for black leggings. She took them and headed for the master bedroom, the room she now shared with Megan since they had become lovers several months ago. Some of her stuff was still in the "guest" bedroom, but it was slowly migrating to Megan's. Jenny found a pair of her own black yoga pants and changed into them, tossing her jeans back onto the 'clean' shelf since they hadn't been peed in yet. Then she headed for the garage. She drove down the street to Katy's school to deliver the fourth grader clean pants. She pulled into the parking lot and found a space further away from the entrance, but concealed behind a large van and deserted of people. She got out and looked around nervously. She felt herself trembling. She had to focus on breathing to make herself relax. Finally, after nearly a minute, warm urine began to slowly fill her panties and trickle down her legs. She exhaled sharply due to the pleasure of the warm liquid on her crotch. She suddenly became incredibly turned on by the very public and potentially embarrassing act she was now committing. She relaxed some more, her flow increased. Her panties flooded and she felt pee creep sideways across the front of her yoga pants and her butt. The trickles down her legs were now beautiful, shimmering streams soaking almost half of each pant leg. She exhaled sharply again and felt her clit begin to throb. She unintentionally squeezed her bladder hard and powerful hiss emanated from her crotch as warm wetness pressed its way in all directions outward from he crotch. Her knees started to feel weak as her bladder neared empty. The streams slowed back to trickles for a few fleeting seconds, then withered to nothing more than slowly cooling fabric gently clinging to her skin. She felt a wave of embarrassment and suddenly became paranoid that someone may have seen her. She glanced around in all directions. Not soul to be seen. Every naughty impulse in her body wanted her to get back in her car and jam her hands down her pants, but she stared and Katy's pants in her hand and remember that she had a job to do. She stood for a moment waiting for the shine to go away and the wetness to become invisible. When she was confident nobody would know she had just soaked her pants with pee, she shut her car door and started off across the parking lot toward the school office. The wetness felt nice and cool as she strode past the parked cars. As she neared the front office, embarrassment creeped forward in her mind and her steps gradually become smaller and smaller. She stopped at the edge of the parking lot and stared at the doors ahead of her. She was trembling. She took a deep breath, then another and snuck a glance down at her legs. The wetness was still invisible. Now reassured, she forced one foot in front of the other and approached the doors. As she stepped into the foyer, her pee soaked sock made a slight squeak in her wet shoe. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed for a moment, but she adjusted her steps so her shoe no longer squeaked. Around the corner, she approached the large service window for the main office. The lady behind the counter stood up and addressed Jenny: "Hello, can I help you?" "Hi..." Jenny's mind went blank and she suddenly was intensely aware of just how wet her pants were, feeling it all the way from her upper crotch down to her ankles and the wet socks in her shoes. She squeezed the pair of pants she was holding in her hand and was suddenly reminded of purpose of her visit. "...uh...I'm Jenny, I'm here for Katy." she said with a slight stutter. "Oh yes, Megan said you were coming. Come on in through that door there, Katy is in the nurse's room back here." The office administrator pointed to a door just to Jenny's left. "Thanks!" Jenny replied as she moved toward the door. Inside the office, she was in full view of all of the administrators and secretaries working at their desks. She felt a lump in her chest and her breath stuttered. "This room here." The administrator approached the second door along the nearby wall and knocked. "Katy, Jenny is here" she said. "Come in." Katy's voice was muffled through the door. The administrator smiled at Jenny and then went back to her desk. Jenny opened the door and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. The room looked like a small room from a doctor's office: there was an examination table against the wall, cabinets, a sink operated by foot pedals, and two chairs. Katy was sitting on the examination table, her jeans were damp from her crotch to her ankles. She had a somber look on her face knowing she was in trouble. "Katy, you know your mom has that rule that you can only wet you pants at home." Jenny spoke softly so no one on the other side of the door could hear her, "So you have to hide it better when you do it elsewhere." Katy perked up slightly and her expression changed to one of inquisition. Jenny continued "I peed my pants a few minutes ago in the parking lot, can you tell?" Katy looked at Jenny's pants. If she really tried to look closely, she could see the wetness, but at a passing glance or even a casual stare, it was entirely unnoticeable. Katy looked up at Jenny's face and shook her head somewhat slowly. Jenny handed her the black leggings and whispered "invisible." "Thanks Jenny!" Katy whispered back with a smile. She stood up, kicked her sandals off her feet and changed her pants. Jenny took her wet jeans and they exited the room. "Ready to go back to class?" The office administrator asked. "Yep!" Katy said. "Alright, enjoy the rest of the day. Thanks for coming by Jenny." They left the office and parted ways, Katy down the hall back to her class and Jenny out the front doors. Jenny felt a huge rush of relief knowing that she had just done something super naughty and didn't get caught. She deliberately rubbed her legs together as she walked back to her car to feel the wet fabric. She felt a great sense of accomplishment and was a bit turned on again when she saw the surprisingly large puddle of pee on the ground next to her driver side door. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to revel in her lustrous glory, she had to go straight to class on the other side of town. She got into her car and took a moment to debate. She always kept extra pants, panties and an absorbent pad (similar to a miniature mattress protector) in her trunk. She felt her pants and touched her crotch with her hands, after a moment of pleasure, she decided her pants were dry enough (and it was invisible anyway) that she would just go to class without changing.
Feel free to add or change as much as you want. All of these are female. A woman a mother is trying to potty train her daughter and is having difficulty doing so. As a last resort in trying to get her to use it she decides to demonstrate for her by using the training potty herself. Could continue to where the mother grows to like the notion of it and decides to keep peeing in her child's potty in secret. Up to you whether her husband or someone catches her or not. A woman again a mother most likely decides for the safety of her child to baby proof everything in the house. Of course this backfires when she needs to use the bathroom and can't open the child proof lock on the toilet. Up to you where to go from here and where she goes instead or if she manages to figure it out. Someone did this for me but someone else again is free to do it again. A woman's toilet in her house breaks resulting in it needing to be fixed. This of course becomes a problem when she needs to use the bathroom and there's no toilet working. Again up to you to decide where she ends up going. Maybe trying to pee discreetly somewhere without the guy fixing her toilet knowing so she doesn't get caught in an embarrassing scenario. A couple a woman and a man decide to buy a new toilet to replace their old one. Ultimately the husband ends up buying a sort of high tech toilet that has gadgets like it can clean itself or talk etc again up to you how that goes but ultimately the woman doesn't end up liking it but it's now bought so there's nothing she can do and she stubbornly refuses to use it. This of course becomes an issue when she needs to go to the bathroom and tries avoiding using it as she tries to find other ways or places to pee. Ultimately would end with her being forced to use the new toilet and coming around to liking it. A woman and maybe a friend along with her being arrested be it for an innocent crime or a legitimate one. Whatever the case may be the result would be they would have to share a holding cell until their bail comes in with a few other inmates who are waiting their bail and there would be a toilet to use in the cell if they needed to use it. However one of the woman who is arrested would be pee shy and is reluctant to use the toilet in the cell which becomes a problem when she has to pee. Ultimately she would end up using the toilet much to her embarrassment just as their bail comes in. Alternatively it could be something to where a woman or pair of women is arrested and they end up being imprisoned and have to stay there for awhile until they are released on good behaviour or they end up being proven innocent and they have to get used to life in prison including overcoming reluctance to use the toilet in the cell in front of their cellmates. The first example of the holding cell would probably be easier to write since it would be one and done. A couple move into together but the woman feels embarrassed going to the bathroom knowing her boyfriend is there. She tries to drown him out or ignore him but finds she can't. It could either be she's embarrassed peeing or pooping (Pooping would probably be the more embarrassing of the two) but the point she tries to avoid going when he is around and not in front of him which becomes difficult as she tries to go to the bathroom in other places but can't keep rushing out all the time either. Eventually she ends up going with him around and in front of him as the two reconcile. A normal woman decides to make a bet with her friend that she could survive being her pet dog for a day but finds it's more difficult then she realises such as being led on a leash, eating the dog food and needing to go to the bathroom as she ends up having to pee again the trees/bushes/backyard in order to commit to it and eventually when desperate in the public setting at first tries to pee in the park but ends up not being able to do so and pees on a fire hydrant as they eventually come to terms with the bet with her friend winning proving it isn't easy. I had done a story like this on my old account but again I don't think I was good. Again change certain ideas as you wish like maybe the woman makes the decision herself after seeing how easy her dog lives life and tries to adapt it's lifestyle but again finds it difficult with no bet or friend involved. No furry or anthro content involved. A woman is shopping with someone and she becomes desperate to use the bathroom and the bathrooms end up being closed for whatever reason. Desperate she tries to find other ways to go to the bathroom as she eventually ends up in a bathroom store in the shopping centre and the idea of her being surrounded by display bathrooms and toilets makes her desperate more to the point she decides to pee in one of the shop's display toilets trying not to get caught by the store managers and the mall security or whatever. Up to you if she does or not finds a way out of it. Again I did this on my old account but wasn't good. A man and a woman a couple or friends or something ends up swapping bodies and have to get used to living life as each other including how to go to the bathroom as their respective gender. Again I did this on my old account but not good.
The sorority story @LucyDL posted reminded me of this story (source). I first read it in my late teens, and it made quite an impression on me. I was out for a walk in this wooded park nearby with lots of trails criss-crossing, some more remote than others. I was walking along this ravine about fifteen feet deep, which was overgrown with heavy brush in the middle. I got the old outdoor urge to bog, so I clambered down the steep sides and secreted myself in the bushes below this large log, which had fallen across the top of the ravine. I lowered my black shorts and white briefs in the dense thicket, squatting to avoid a poo fall on my jogging shoes. My bowels soon opened and a twelve-incher split my cheeks falling with a FLUMP into the dirt at the bottom of the ravine. I rose up to peek at my anal offering, brown and knobby at the start, tapering to soft and lighter colored at the end. Hunching back down I served up two more soft mush pieces and a little sphincter spit at the end. Using leaves, I was wiping my bum...when I heard female voices in the forest, giggling, laughing and talking as they made their way along the top of the ravine. They halted above me and I crouched down further in the thicket to avoid detection, while trying to keep my naked booty out of my poo pile. A female voice announced, "OK pledges, this is your final test to see if you qualify to join our sorority." This was followed by both nervous and wicked laughter from what I gathered was a sizeable group of college age women. The voice went on, "As you know we have to share many things in the sorority house, including bathrooms, of which there are too few to go around during the morning rush to get to classes. You will definitely have to overcome your need for bathroom privacy, if we are all going to make it each morning. Therefore, we have designed this last little test of your desire to join our ranks. Each of you five remaining pledges will go out on this log to the dead branch sticking up in the middle and take a poop into the ravine, wiping yourself with the maple leaves we will provide you." Loud laughter coupled with muffled groans...a small nervous poo came out of me as it dawned on me what I was about to see, my heart rate went up, my breathing shortened, I became tumescent and some flies around my poo pile bumped into my ass. Cries of "Do we have to?" were followed by "If you want to join the most prestigious sorority on campus!" "Pledges, why do you think we told you to hold it for two days, it wasn't hazing, that's illegal here, its so you wouldn't have too much trouble with this final test." Tentatively a blonde with a great tan, matching pink shorts and top, her hair in a ponytail, made her way out on the log, grasped the middle branch, lowered her shorts, revealing a white thong, creasing her butt cheeks, which had a bikini tan across them. She wiggled around and plopped her butt on the log with her feet dangling into the air on the far side. Her ass spread out along the log and a long stream of pee flowed from her underside. I couldn't believe what was happening...a fart split the air and she began to dome...her brown eye, released its load slowly, cheered on by the rest of the sorority, out of sight in the bushes at the top of the ravine. Her reddish-brown log grew to eight inches, she strained as it broke off and fell into the bushes three feet from, hanging in the branches before twisting to earth. She sighed and bore down again...another doming released a four-incher, bucked a few times and got a softer piece to come out. "You go girl," came a cry from the top of the ravine. The red-faced blonde began to wipe with the leaf, folding it over and over and moving it up and down her crack before letting it float into the ravine. She got herself together and tiptoed off the log to the cheers of her new sorority sisters. Next came a buxom Asian American, with shoulder-length black hair held in a sweat band, a college tee-shirt and black shorts and a fabulous ass. Her panties were pink, and she squatted on the log beside the branch without sitting down. She was all business, grunting loudly to get her hole to open up under these trying circumstances. Her sphincter tension broke with a rush of yellowish-brown poop...UUMMMMMM...she went as the poo chain lengthened and fell off and three more chunks came out in rapid succession. With the OOH's and AHH's coming from the unseen gallery in the woods, you would have thought it was a fireworks show. She PTTTUUPPPPPppppped a fart and began wiping with her leaf pausing to piss for good measure...her stream striking low on the log and splattering over the bushes below...more flies from my pile bumped my ass and began to be attracted to the growing pile in the bushes in front of me. She made her way off the log to applause. The next girl was a redhead with naturally curly hair that hung in ringlets to her shoulders and very white skin. She had blue eyes and a cute little upturned nose. She teetered out on the log, pulled down her tan shorts, from below her white blouse, with puffy sleeves at the shoulders, then her white bikini pants, revealing her porcelain white ass. Her hole was, of course brown, and she strained to unburden her bowels, with little EH...EH...UMMM...EH...Eehhhh sounds. She was having a hard time overcoming her embarrassment, but the other sisters in the woods shouted encouraging words. She bore down with renewed vigor and out popped a brown ball turd that dropped with a small crash into the bushes. More pushing produced another two brown rounders and she stopped her straining to pee vociferously into the ravine in front of me. She leaned forward to strain and almost fell of the log, barely catching herself on the branch in the middle. She caught her breath and strained out a long brown knobby-ended turd to the cheers of the other coeds, panting heavily, her hole finally relaxed and let fall two days of pent-up poop. I have to admit it was getting pretty funky in my hiding place, but I was trapped...I'm sure discovery of me in the bushes would not have been pleasant, my knees began to throb from squatting there watching the scene unfolding above me. The redhead finished with her leaf and crept exhausted back along the log to a hearty reception. Next came one of the most beautiful Latino women I have seen in a long time, tall with shapely tan legs, blue jean short cutoffs, a yellow blouse, black hair down to her shoulders. Her ass was unbelievable and it was pointed down toward my hiding place, as she struggled with her yellow thong panties, pulling them clear of her dark pubic hair, draping her muscular ass along he log and expelling a dark yellow stream of pee. A loud long spluttering fart rent the air. Her hole opened to emit the fart and I could see into the dark recesses of her bowels, while the coeds in the woods laughed and hooted. Her next fart was stopped short by a turd, which filled her open hole and began to emerge, it was shapely and dark brown, with smooth crinkles and eased out with the coeds commenting on it, then it fell heavily into the bushes below. Her anus, pooched in and out four times, before another shapely cigar formed between her cheeks and found its way out with a minimum of straining. Her hole bucked once more and I was transfixed by it winking at me from between her lovely tan butt cheeks. Once more we were treated to a brown cheroot, before she began cleaning her hole with deft strokes of the leaf, complaining that she didn't have enough leaf for so much poop. She slowly stood up and raised and adjusted her yellow thong into place...I marveled at the way it disappeared between her rounded cheeks. She hoisted her cutoffs and made her way off the log to the delight of her sorority sisters. Finally, an African American coed with curly short hair, forming to her head. Her large breasts pushed out of a Mets tee-shirt and she had a healthy butt filling out her tan shorts. She tugged her shorts and pink bikini panties down over her very rounded bottom with a struggle and plopped down on the log, shaking a bit. She tried grunting hard to quickly get through the ordeal UHHHN...UHHHNNN...NNNHHGGHHHG, but nothing happened. The other girls tried to cheer her on, but it was becoming painfully obvious that she was not going to have any luck after several tries and me watching her dark brown anus pooch pink in and out to produce a poo and be accepted to the sorority. A voice from the woods said, "Janie what's wrong with you, didn't you hold it for two days?" The girl on the log began to cry and blurted out... "NO, I got so nervous about coming out here in the woods that I pooped when I took a pee, before we left...I (sob, sob) couldn't hold it any longer!" She really broke down then. The other coeds took pity on her, when one spoke up "That's right I was in another stall in the restroom back on campus and I heard Janie saying 'Oh no, Oh no'...as she pooped...I think she was trying to hold it back, but couldn't." "OK, OK" said the authoritative voice from the woods above the ravine, "Janie, you just sit there a while and maybe something will happen...maybe you didn't poop out your entire two-day load." Janie stopped crying and rested on the log above, while I ogled her brown butt cheeks, spread over the log. Five minutes went by...my legs really ached from crouching...the flies were getting worse and the smell from the leavings of four coed bottoms was almost overpowering, especially since some of the turds from the test had torn apart when they went into the bushes making the smell worse than a compacted turd. At last Janie began to stir, she leaned way forward and started straining with all her might...her hole stretched taut from this maneuver and began to turn out showing the rectal pink...a little curl of soft yellowish brown poo slowly came out of her outturned anus...it wasn't much, but cheers rang through the forest. Panting heavily, Janie slid the leaf up and down her tortured nether hole, until it was sticky with the little bit of soft poo. She struggled shakily off the log to the arms of her celebrating sorority sisters. The happy throng departed and I was able to come out of hiding, but with an arousal that didn't go down until I got back to the parking lot. My legs hurt for three days from the cramped position, but my mind kept spinning back to the sights of those beautiful booties, the sounds and smells of that day in the woods.
Chapter 1 "Titans go!" Robin shouted and instantly the teen titans panned out. Their current mission was against the Ratiff, man with the ability to destroy things using fire. Half the city had been set on fire and the team was working quickly to put it out as they continued following him. Jump City was nearly empty, as the citizens fled in terror. Soon they had passed the city and were now over the water. There next destination remain unknown, but soon their answer came. A boat came into their view. Ratiff smirked and flew toward it. Beast Boy did not like the idea of it, ever since his parent's death he hated boats. But he could not let something happen to the people, he had to save them and could not repeat the mistake again. They reached the boat. Ratiff prepared to put a fire on the boat when suddenly a blue bolt of energy shot out at him, from Cyborg. "Not today Ratiff!" He yelled at the villian. The team suddenly swarmed him and used various attacks on him. But that didn't seem to be enough. Suddenly Ratiff spun back around and threw fire at Raven, who did not react fast enough and suddenly her cloak was on fire. She gasped at this realization and all attention had been put on her instead of the villian. "Raven!" Beast Boy yelled quickly turning into am elephant and absorbed water from the ocean into his trunk and doused Raven with it. Soon the fire died down and Beast Boy turned back into a human and ran to her side. "Are you okay?" He observed her for any injuries, the poor girl was shaking badly and having a bad coughing fit. He wanted to scoop her up and give her a big hug, but he didn't know if that would be the right move. "Y-yeah, I'm fine, that was just-" she couldn't finish because of her coughing fit. "She'll be fine," Cyborg commented, "She just needs a few minutes to rest." "No, I'm good." Raven was straining to sound normal. "L-l-let's finish this with Ratiff. "Oh no you don't," Robin said sternly, "you were just on fire, literally, you are not in great condition. Go rest for a bit." Though she really wanted to fight, she did not want to go against the leader's wishes. She slowly made her way down to the lower deck. Everyone turned back to Ratiff. "Clever trick, greeny." Ratiff complimented silkily, "but not clever enough! Let's see if you can handle this as well." He raised his arms to prodce fire and threw it on the boat and the wind quickly caused it to spread across it. "Oh no!" Starfire flew back, Cyborg and Robin began to attack Ratiff and Beast Boy went back to Elephant form and started gathering more water, but it wasn't enough. The fire had consumed nearly the entire boat and Beast Boy was starting to lose hope. The boat was starting to sink, and there were still people on board. 'No!' Beast Boy told himself, ' I will not let that happen again, we will save them this time.' This incident had brought back a bad memory, one that haunted him for life. He transformed into a bird and went to the lower deck. Many people were coughing from the smoke and a few passed out, hopefully still alive. He pulled out his communicator. "Raven!" He yelled frantically. "Something went very wrong, we need you immediately!" "I'm coming Beast Boy." She was woken up by them, but her brain booted up quickly upon hearing trouble, soon she appeared at his side and was shocked by the damage. "The others have Ratiff, me and you need to get these people somewhere safe." Raven nodded. Beast Boy turned into a Pterodactyl and allowed Raven to put a few on his back, and she lifted a few herself then she teleported them to the nearest hospital. "Thank you Raven, you gather more and I'll get help." He ran inside with the peole still on his back. "Someone please, I need help!" He yelled. "What's wrong?!" The secretary asked. "There was this pyromaniac, and he attacked the 'Old Blue' now several are injured, might even be dead!" Beast Boy was very huffy, that was alot to say and he was on the verge of a panic attack. People might actually be dying when he could have saved them, again. He couldn't handle that again. His vision started to blacken. "P-please save them, m-more are coming, Raven-" And that was all he could say before he was completely out. He woke up, confused for a minute but as he came to he realized he was back in his own bed, that was only a dream. But that did happen, he just could not get it out of his system, that was the 5th time he dreamed about it. People did die on it, the whole incident did not set well with the team. It hit Beast Boy the hardest. When Garfield Logan was much smaller he was on a boat with his parents who drowned as he watched. To this day he still feels he could have saved them, same with the recent boat incident. It also caused another problem to surface. He stuck his hand down on the mattress. He sighed, it was wet again. The nightmare had caused him to start wetting his bed for the first time since he was a small child. Silently he got out of bed, took a shower then washed his sheets. This is all part of his new almost nightly routine, nobody knew about it but him, it was too embarassing. But part of him debated talking to Cyborg, if anyone he feels the half machine could help him out the most as he is the smartest on the team, but he simply was not ready. The next morning things seemed to be normal at the Titan Tower, though the incident was still fresh they did their best to remain their cheerful selves. but Beast Boy was the most affected. He was good at putting up a facade, for years that is what he has done, he has become very good at it. Raven could sense his pain, and wanted to ease it, just didn't know quite how to, she had never been quite good at that stuff. The day went by as any normal day would, Beast Boy and Cyborg played their racing game, Starfire tended to Silkie, taking him for a walk and feeding him dinner. For their dinner they had a chicken and dumplings, meanwhile Beast Boy had tofu and dumplings. Throughout the day the Changeling's interaction with the team began to make him feel better and Raven was glad to see his improvement. They later parted and went to bed. Upon entering his room, Beast Boy stared down at his mattress, bare as he had he had forgotten to add the new sheets and a slight yellow stain. He transformed into a dog and hung his head with ears flopped down. Ashamed of his accidents, he just wanted this streak to be over. He was 15, too old to have this problem pop back up in his life. He finally went to sleep. He woke up screaming, drenched in sweat. It was the dream again, the same damn dream and to no surprise of his, his sheets were soaked with urine, for the third damn time that week but he was in to much of a panic to care. He just wanted the nightmare to be over, and those people to be alive. The whole situation was really taking toll on his health. Meanwhile Raven couldn't sleep and was headed to the kitchen to make herself some tea when she heard Beast Boy's scream, and immediately ran to his room. "Beast Boy! Are you okay?" She took out her little flashlight and shined it on the changeling. The poor boy was shaking and Raven rushed to his side. "What is it Beast Boy?" His face was buried in his pillow, he would not budge from it. She gently rubbed his back as others had done for her when she was upset. "R-raven!" He finally choked out, "I-i-it was awful. We couldn't save all those people. I can't forget that scene. It haunts my dreams every night." "Every night?" Raven asked, shocked. The poor boy, they did everything they could and yet he had felt this way the whole time. Slowly she pulled him into a hug. "Beast Boy, what happened, that wasn't your fault, besides we saved so many more people. And the person responsible will pay for his crimes." Her voice was a low growl. "But they were counting on us, to be saved." He couldn't stop the tears that flowed. "Let's go somewhere where we won't wake the others." She opened a portal and they went through and ended up on the cliffs. She pulled him to where he was leaning against him, stroking his arm in a soothing manner. "Beast Boy, Gar," It was rare for her to use his real name like that, and it usually meant something serious when she did. "What you did was amazing, many people were saved." "Raven can I tell you something?" "Sure." "This stays between us. You must promise not to tell anyone." He said. "I swear to azarath." She made the heart crossing gesture. "Well..." He was hesitant to tell his story, he had never told anyone, not even the titans, but it was time to get it off his chest. "So you know I don't have real parents, right?" "Yeah," Raven said awkwardly, not entirely sure how to respond properly. "Well you know how that happened?" Raven shook her head. "When I was 11 me and my parents were exploring the amazon. One day we went on a boat to check something out, suddenly there was a waterfall and we fell. I got out safe but... but they did not. I desperately wanted to save them, and I knew there was a way, but I was too young and did not know how. Then suddenly they were gone for good, and I was helpless as they drowned." He broke down again, that was not an easy thing to talk about. "And when those people died... it reminded me of that time, that I couldn't save them. I felt... worthless, that I had failed what I had promised to do as a titan." "Beast Boy I am so sorry, and this is not your fault." "Thanks Rae, you really are a good friend." He smiled and looked up at her. His face suddenly went red and he looked down at his pants, suddenly becoming aware of the state there in due to his legs starting to get irritated from his accident. "And uh, there's something else." "What is it?" She tilted her head curiously. "I uh, well along with the bad dreams, I'd also sort of been having accidents." He could feel his whole face heat up. "What do you mean by -" Her eyes suddenly shifted to where his were. "Oh, well it's okay Beast Boy, it's just something that happens sometimes, especially after such a traumatic event such as what we went through." For a split few seconds she felt like inching away, but pushed those tnoughts away and felt bad, this was a time Beast Boy really needed her. "Thanks Rae," He was genuinely happy that he had someone he could finally open up to the way he had tonight. "You really are a good friend. Now uh, about the sheets-" His face was turning tomato red again. "I'll help you, but just this once, and don't worry, this won't get out. But you might need to tell Cyborg if the problem continues." Raven replied. "I think so too." Beast Boy agreed, now more content as he made his way to the shower. After that he had gone 3 nights without another incident. A/N: A much darker story than usual, but I wanted to try this route. This will be a multi-chapter that deals with a traumatic event and healing. Also, I know the title is the same as an episode but I found it very fitting for this story.
I've been wanting to get a longer story out for awhile. My goal is to post a chapter a week (I'm thinking 5), but no promises. Hope you like it! *** “Knight to E5.” Andre smirked. “Playing right into my hands, I see. That’s exactly the move I thought you’d make. Your genius is no match for my devious plans!” Only a very perceptive person would have noticed the tiniest of quirks in the corner of Braeden’s mouth. Andre was not such a person, but he was also unfazed by the seeming lack of reaction from the man sitting across from him. Not much fazed Andre to begin with; he’d been a nurse for over 15 years, so he’d worked with all manner of patients. Braeden may be the richest of these patients, but ultimately, he was still a patient. And when patients came to the Royal Marsden Hospital, they came for one reason – to get the best cancer care in the world. Specifically, Braeden had come for the services of Dr. Graham Black, Marsden’s resident neuro-oncologist. Dr. Black wasn’t just a brain surgeon – he was a tumor-extracting genius. He only removed brain tumors anymore, and he was very good at his job. So when Silicon Valley’s latest boy genius had been diagnosed with a fairly aggressive medulloblastoma, Dr. Black knew he would almost certainly get a call. Any brain tumor is sad. A brain tumor in a certified genius is tragic. A brain tumor in a tech genius who was commonly referred to as “the Brain”? …that was just wildly on the nose. Braeden Holt was a reasonably stereotypical tech genius – skipped a grade or two, early admittance to MIT, started his own company with his best friend from college. Said best friend was Dean Pinkerton, and business media had quickly seized on “Pinkerton” and “Braeden” to make the short leap to “Pinky and the Brain.” Dean, as the forward-facing partner, had leaned into the nickname. Braeden, for his part, didn’t mind too much. He didn’t pay much attention to the media, and it’s not like the moniker was an insult. Braeden was really just there for the work. He was a true genius, focused and full of ideas. Within two years after graduating from MIT, Braeden had built the biggest accessible technology company in the United States. Now, at age 27, he oversaw an entire AT conglomerate, working with companies from IMB to GE to ensure their products included designs that could be used by people with nearly any manner of disability. Speech-to-text programs were no longer clunky and confused; they were easily personalized, with hundreds of modules depending on accent and jargon. In the reverse, text-to-speech programs no longer produced voices straight out of 80s sci-fi movies. It seemed like there was no usability issue that Braeden couldn’t solve, coming up with ideas that stunned engineers and techs would work hard to bring to fruition. In addition to his inclusion-minded company, Braeden was generally known as a good boss. If Aaron Sorkin ever made a movie about him, he wouldn’t be portrayed as a dick. He certainly wasn’t effusive – on the contrary, Braeden was introverted and quiet – but he was gentle and understanding. He didn’t play games, he was generous in his compensation packages, and JamTech was known around the industry as a highly desirable place to work. It had been a fairly smooth five years for Braeden, especially considering the likelihood of tech start-ups to flame out. He worked hard, but he loved his work. He kept a regular schedule, uninhibited by much socialization (and exactly no romantic activities), so when he’d started feeling sluggish and clumsy a few weeks ago, he hadn’t hesitated in consulting his doctor. MRI’s were ordered and quickly examined, revealing a 4-centimeter tumor on his cerebellum, affecting his balance, coordination, and overall movement. The tumor was still small, but medulloblastomas were a danger to spread through the cerebrospinal fluid, endangering other parts of the brain. Calls were made, specialists contacted, and within a week, Braeden was on a flight to London, with a specialized course of treatment being prepared for him by Dr. Black and the team at Marsden. They would start with a series of radiation sessions, aimed at keeping the tumor from growing, while Dr. Black prepared a surgical plan. The tumor was oddly-shaped, Dr. Black had explained, with small, tendril-like protrusions creeping into the fissures of the cerebellum. The symptoms were unpredictable; other than the general decrease in coordination, they couldn’t predict exactly how Braeden’s body would be affected. Any brain surgery required significant recovery time, but due to the uncertainty of Braeden’s prognosis, Dr. Black had assembled a comprehensive team of neurologists, nurses, and occupational and physical therapists to help support his rehabilitation. Obviously, Braeden could afford the very best, and that’s what the center provided for him. Accustomed to caring for wealthy and influential patients and their families, the professionals in London knew the drill – a carefully curated team of specialists were assigned to Braeden’s case. They were paid extremely well, but the work was consistent, shifts arranged so that Braeden was familiar with his entire team. No strangers would set foot in his top-floor suite of rooms. Andre was one such specialist. He was experienced enough not to be overwhelmed by Braeden’s money and fame, and he was physically strong enough to support Braeden as the young man increasingly struggled with everyday tasks. Part of Andre’s job, as was the understood responsibility of all the nurses, was to keep Braeden company. An only child and an orphan, Braeden had come to London alone, leaving his best friend and business partner to run the company back in California. At first, the idea of such a setup had seemed sad to Andre – who goes through treatment for brain cancer alone? Surely he had other friends, more distant family? But Braeden didn’t seem fazed. He was quiet but alert, not much for conversation, but kind and grateful to all his caretakers. Andre never asked outright, but Braeden seemed to be bearing his diagnosis quite stoically. Between meetings with Dr. Black and therapeutic exercises, Braeden read, slept, and kept up with JamTech through regular phone calls with Dean. Between these calls, he’d keep up his work, using one of his own recording devices to notate ideas as he thought through solutions to company challenges. Despite the increasing challenges of keeping his body moving the way he wanted it to, Braeden’s cognition was utterly untouched. If anyone had bothered to ask him, he would have said that he was grateful that the tumor wasn’t impacting the part of his brain that he actually relied on. So, with a stable and undemanding patient, Andre just kept doing his job. He had the early morning shift with Braeden, supporting the patient through physical therapy exercises, monitoring his stats, and keeping up an ongoing going game of chess. Recently, Braeden had struggled to move the pieces smoothly, without knocking over other pieces on the board, so he’d taken to calling out moves for Andre to complete. Today, the weather was nice enough that they’d moved the game out to the private balcony off of Braeden’s room. The lawn set was simple, but comfortable enough for an hour or so of chess. “So Dr. Black still hasn’t set a date for the surgery?” Andre asked. Braeden wasn’t one for small talk, but Andre and the other nurses would occasionally ask him about his treatment, just to try to keep tabs on how Braeden’s mental and emotional state was holding up. Braeden shook his head slightly in response. “I’m scheduled for another MRI tomorrow so he can check the margins. If nothing has changed too drastically, he’ll finalize the surgical plan then.” Nodding, Andre made his move. He hadn’t won a game against Braeden yet and knew that he probably never would, but he was accomplished enough to keep the matches lasting awhile. “And have you found a place for rehab yet?” Braeden would stay in the hospital for several weeks after surgery, but then, since nobody really likes staying in hospitals (even in the fancy suites), Braeden had decided that he would rent a place nearby while he continued his rehabilitation, until it was decided that he was well enough to fly back to the US. To Andre’s surprise, Braeden responded in the affirmative. “Out by Regent’s Park.” Andre nodded in approval. “Could be nice and quiet, not far from here. Good choice. What’s the layout like?” “It’s three stories,” Braeden explained, contemplating the chessboard. “I’ll have the first floor properly arranged, but I’m hoping that by the time I move in, I’ll have the capability to use all three floors.” Andre grinned. Braeden didn’t often exhibit what one might call “personality,” but through small examples like the previous statement, Andre had learned that the man was, despite his generally quiet demeanor, extraordinarily confident. It wasn’t that Braeden didn’t understand the severity of his illness; on the contrary, Braeden was incredibly well-educated and probably knew more about neurology in general and his tumor specifically than any patient Andre had every worked with. But Braeden was also possibly the hardest worker Andre had ever cared for. From moment one, he’d devoted himself thoroughly to his therapy, working to maintain as much strength and coordination as he could before the surgery so he wouldn’t have as far to climb back after. Andre had no doubt that Braeden would be able to use all three floors of his surely expensive rental home. “Well, you know how much I like working with you, man, but I’ll be happy when they let you move into that new place,” Andre said sincerely. Almost smiling for real, Braeden stared at the board. “Bishop to F4,” he ordered, quietly but decisively. Making the requested move, Andre pored over the new configuration. “I can’t see it yet, but I get the feeling that was a power move from you,” he teased. “How many moves until you win?” Braeden tilted his head to the side, unbothered by the implied compliment. He liked Andre, partially because the nurse didn’t seem to want any false humility. “Eight moves, at best,” he assessed. “Maybe eleven if you-“ Andre had been looking at the chessboard, but he immediately glanced up when Braeden stopped talking abruptly. The young man was sitting stock still, his head still askew. His eyebrows were drawn together into a look of utter confusion. “Braeden?” Andre kept his voice level, but he was already poised on the edge of his chair. He scanned his patient, silently taking in any potential symptoms. Braeden didn’t respond, but he slowly lowered his gaze to his lap. He apparently didn’t see anything that comforted him, because the look of confusion didn’t dissipate. “Braeden…” Other than silence – which wasn’t uncharacteristic – Braeden wasn’t exhibiting any overt symptoms. His breathing appeared normal, his pupils seemed responsive, and he wasn’t slouched or giving any other indications of a stroke, but Andre was ready to sprint into the room and hit the call button. “I-“ Braeden blinked. “I apologize,” he murmured. Andre let out a breath. “For what, man?” “I-“ Braeden gripped the arms of the chair. Even this slight movement was the most unnerved Andre had even seen him. “I apologize,” Braeden repeated. He straightened his shoulders, but couldn’t bring himself to meet Andre’s eyes. “I’m afraid I have to ask to cut our game short.” “That’s fine,” Andre assured the younger man, not a little confused himself. “Whatever you need.” The faintest flush tinted Braeden’s cheeks. “I need to go back inside,” he replied, leaning forward in his chair as if to stand. Andre was already on his feet, moving to support his charge. “I need to change,” Braeden continued, his voice still soft. “I…I’ve had an accident.” The final sentence was uttered just as Andre rounded the table to see the explanatory wetness across the front of Braeden’s pants. Years of training and experience kept Andre from showing any sort of shock. He’d seen much worse, of course – a little wetting accident was no big deal, even if it was completely unprecedented. “No problem, man,” Andre said easily, helping Braeden to his feet. “We’ll get you cleaned up in no time.” “Thank you, Andre.” Braeden’s voice was nearly a whisper, but he was clearly doing his best to support himself as much as possible, even though his steps were jerky and uneven. Andre guided Braeden into the bathroom to help him clean up. Understandably, Braeden still preferred to do as much of his self-care himself as possible, but he understood the requirement for supervision. The clean-up process was slow and careful, but silent. Andre knew better than to insist on discussion from Braeden in most cases, particularly as he was helping clean urine from the CEO’s thighs. After Braeden was clean and dry and settled into his bed, Andre finally broached the necessary subject. “I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it,” Andre began, pulling up the tablet with Braeden’s records, “but I’ve got to ask. What happened? Did you have to use the toilet?” Braeden drew in a deep breath. He curled his fingers briefly around the sheets, but then sat up and raised his head. “No,” he replied, simply but clearly. Andre nodded, typing in notes. “Did you feel anything at all? Any pain or sharpness?” “No,” Braeden repeated. He paused. “I didn’t feel anything until I felt wetness in my lap.” Andre finished his notes, then looked up, fixing Braeden with a well-practiced professional advice stare. “I don’t want to alarm you, Braeden, but given the positioning of your tumor, I think we need to look into this. I’m going to recommend moving your MRI up to today.” “Of course,” Braeden nodded, his voice taking on a formal quality. “Do you need any more information from me?” Scanning over his notes, Andre pressed his lips together. “I’m going to read the description of the event. Correct anything that I missed, but if it matches your experience, then I don’t need any more from you.” Braeden just stared, but didn’t argue, so Andre proceeded. “Patient was seated outside at approximately 10:15 AM. Patient experienced a complete loss of bladder control with no feelings of urgency and no pain. Patient’s bladder voided entirely –“ Andre glanced at Braeden, who nodded in confirmation. “- representing a roughly average amount of urine.” Braeden nodded once, his face blank. Andre tapped a few buttons to submit the notes on the tablet, then looked up. “We should have the MRI scheduled within the hour. Dr. Black should already be in today, so he’ll be able to examine the images right away, and we’ll see what we need to do from there.” “Yes,” Braeden agreed. “Thank you, Andre.” Andre smiled encouragingly. “I’m going to go speak to the charge nurse to make sure everyone is on the same page. Just press the call button if you need anything.” Braeden nodded, reaching for his computer, already preparing to move on and catch up on work. “Don’t worry, man,” Andre assured him as he headed out the door. “You’re in good hands. We’re gonna make sure everything works out.” Braeden hummed, not looking up from his screen. Andre just shook his head ruefully as he shut the door behind him. He’d never met a more even-keeled patient.
True to his word, Andre had Braeden delivered down to the MRI machine in under an hour. He’d taken the patient to the restroom first, however, to no argument from Braeden. Just in case. Even adults tended to get nervous inside the noisy, cylindrical imager, but Braeden lay perfectly still as the coil whirred and clicked. “So he lost complete bladder control?” Bex asked. Andre shrugged. “It sounds like it, but I’m not sure that’s exactly how I’d characterize what happened. He may have just been distracted or too focused.” Bex pursed her lips. Dr. Rebecca Marshall was Dr. Black’s second-in-command on the case, so she was present for all of the imaging sessions. Unlike Dr. Black, however, she didn’t have a singular focus on brain tumors. Yes, she was a skilled neurosurgeon in her own right, but Bex had never lost the world-saving drive she’d entered med school with. As part of a younger generation of medical professionals, Bex valued the importance of the whole patient, not just the pathologized organ. Coming from that perspective, Bex was looking at Braeden’s latest symptom not only for its likely cerebellar cause, but for its implications on the man’s overall well-being. Andre, on the other hand, was just marveling at Braeden’s utter lack of movement on the other side of the transparent barrier. “He’s just a statue,” Andre marveled. “I’ve never seen a more consistently chill patient.” “You say chill…” Bex drew out the last word, leaving the “I say to-mah-to” clause implied. Andre turned, skeptical. “Come on, Dr. Marshall. He’s knowledgeable and he follows all our orders. You can’t tell me you’d prefer the WebMD-quoting self-diagnosticians or entitled bums who don’t do anything we ask and then complain that they’re not getting any better?” “Don’t exaggerate, Andre,” Bex scoffed. “You know that’s not what I’m saying.” She turned to stare at the motionless young genius laying on the MRI table. “Think about it – this is a young guy, on top of the tech world, and not only does he get a tumor, he gets a tumor in the organ he values most. It’s gotta be scary for him.” “Yeah,” Andre agreed, “but we’ve got it pretty well under control. He’s doing great in therapy, he’s got the best neurosurgeon in the world, and his prognosis for survival is excellent. Everything’s progressing well.” Bex fixed the nurse with a look, wordlessly urging him to the next logical thought. “…until this morning,” Andre said after a pause. “But we don’t know if that’s anything, yet! It could be nothing. It was just an accident.” “Exactly,” Bex said softly. “As much as he can learn about medulloblastomas or physical therapy, but suddenly realizing that you might be at risk for losing bladder control at age 27? That’s not something that a high IQ is gonna help you cope with.” “Eh.” Andre still wasn’t ready to accept Dr. Marshall’s reasoning. “I think this guy can handle it. He’s been super chill so far. I think he’s gonna take this in stride.” Bex just hummed and turned back to the screen. * Nearly two hours later, Dr. Marshall and Dr. Black entered Braeden’s suite. Andre set down his notes at the table and moved over to the bed. Braeden, who was settled under a blanket, closed his laptop and looked up at his doctors. “Good afternoon, Braeden.” Dr. Black smiled. Braeden liked the renowned surgeon – he was efficient and impersonal, much like Braeden himself preferred to be. Braeden dipped his head in greeting, not wanting to waste any more time with niceties. “As you can see,” Dr. Black began as Dr. Marshall held out her tablet with an image from the MRI, “although the tumor has decreased in size overall as a result of the radiation therapy, a portion of the tumor has grown slightly, impinging on the ventromedial cerebellum.” Braeden nodded, focused intently on the image of his brain. “The exact mechanisms aren’t well known, but the ventromedial cerebellum has been identified as an area of importance in individuals with overactive bladder. It’s hypothesized that, like other functions of the cerebellum, the impact of the ventromedial area on the bladder is one of coordination – keeping voluntary bodily actions smooth and connected.” Dr. Black inhaled. He didn’t like uncertainty, but he’d never dealt with this particular configuration of tumor placement and related symptoms before. Now, it was his job to make sure his patient was as informed as possible. “Based on the particular growth of your tumor and the symptoms this morning –“ Andre glanced at Braeden as Dr. Black clinically referred to the patient’s accident, but the inventor’s face didn’t betray any emotion whatsoever. “-it appears that the tumor might be contributing to situational bouts of incontinence. If your brain is focused on other things, such as strong emotions, unfamiliar sensory input, or even run of the mill concentration, your cerebellum may not be able to coordinate multitasking, as it were, resulting in the voiding of urine.” Braeden took a shallow breath, sitting back a bit against his pillows. “I understand this is uncommon,” he equivocated, “but do you have any sense of how permanent these symptoms may be?” Ever professional, Dr. Black refrained from either nodding or shaking his head. “Here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to schedule the surgery for tomorrow. Dr. Marshall and I had already pretty much finalized our plan, and these new scans don’t alter it substantially. They do, however, emphasize the importance of timing. Because we don’t know whether or not pressure on the ventromedial cerebellum could cause permanent damage, we want to remove the tumor and resulting pressure as soon as possible.” A brief look flashed across Braeden’s face, too quick for Andre to recognize. By the time Andre blinked, Braeden had rearranged his face into its previous look of clinical disengagement. “Due to these new considerations,” Dr. Marshall jumped in, “we’ve updated your treatment plan. Under normal circumstances, we’d leave you catheterized for several days post-surgery, until you were comfortable moving to the toilet or using a urinal on a regular basis.” Andre kept his eyes on Braeden. The patient’s breathing was still a bit short, but otherwise, he seemed to be listening intently. Dr. Marshall was still talking. “However, because we want to be able to monitor your healing as it relates to your bladder control, we will instead fit you with special protective garments – developed by your company, actually,” she added, a bit sheepishly. The movement of Braeden’s mouth could only be deemed a smile under the most generous of definitions, but it was the most he could manage. Of course, he knew exactly the product that Dr. Marshall was referring to. Braeden knew all of his company’s products and collaborations, but the “digital diapers,” as his team had taken to calling them (over Braeden’s objections) were a one of the quirkier inventions he’d even developed. The briefs – Dr. Marshall was explaining the function for the benefit of Andre, but Braeden was only half listening – had originally been developed for adults with severe intellectual disabilities who were not toilet trained. They came with an attachable wetness detector that connected to an external digital indicator that would notate the timing and volume of wetness. The technology was quickly adapted for babies as well as medical patients so that caregivers could not only keep track of kidney function, but also see instantly when an individual needed changed. “Using the information from the garments,” Dr. Marshall went on, “we’ll be able to establish any patterns of urination. We’ll incorporate pelvic floor work into your therapy, and then, with your input, we’ll determine when it is safe to attempt use of the toilet again.” Andre could all but see the gears turning in Braeden’s mind as he tried to take in this new addition to his treatment plan. “If that all sounds acceptable to you, Mr. Holt,” Dr. Black was speaking once again, “we’ll go ahead and schedule the surgery.” Braeden straightened his shoulders. “Of course. I’ll contact my partner to let him know that I will be unavailable for the next week. Dr. Black, Dr. Marshall, thank you both for your work.” Dr. Black nodded curtly, and Dr. Marshall smiled, doing her best to keep overt concern off of her face. They went to complete and practice the surgical plan, leaving Braeden with Andre. For several moments, Andre just gazed at his patient, thinking of Dr. Marshall’s claims earlier that morning. He thought of the implications of losing control over your bladder for a 27-year-old. He thought of Braeden’s incredible intelligence. He thought of Dr. Black’s description of the cerebellum’s “multitasking” – strong emotions, unfamiliar sensory input, even run-of-the-mill concentration. Andre looked down at Braeden, who hadn’t moved to reopen his laptop. “Braeden?” Andre’s voice was soft, but not patronizing. Braeden lifted his inscrutable gaze to his nurse, a man who he’d only met recently, but who now was party to more personal information than virtually anyone else in Braeden’s life knew. The young man didn’t speak, so Andre had to ask his question unprompted. “Do you need to change?” The pause before Braeden’s response confirmed Andre’s hunch, and the nurse was grateful he hadn’t falsely accused the young man of wetting himself again. “Yes, please.” Andre stepped next to the bed, reaching out to support Braeden as the patient peeled back the covers, revealing the pants clinging to his legs and the wet, crumpled patch of sheets under him on the bed. It made sense, Andre thought as he guided Braeden to the bath. Perhaps Dr. Marshall had been correct in her belief that Braeden would struggle to handle this recent turn of events. Because that quick look on Braeden’s face when Dr. Black was explaining the uncertainty of the prognosis? The one that had led Andre to believe that he might be once again having an accident? It was fear. * Andre arranged his schedule so he could be there to help take Braeden down to surgery the following morning. The surgery itself was scheduled to last hours, so Andre basically would have the rest of the day off, but, armed with his new belief that Dr. Marshall had been correct and Braeden’s emotional state needed a bit more monitoring, Andre wanted to make sure he was present before the young man was taken to the OR. “How ya feelin’, Mr. Holt?” Andre asked with practiced cheerfulness. Regardless of the events of yesterday, Andre always made an effort to be upbeat for his patients on the day of surgery. “Doing well, Andre, and yourself?” Braeden didn’t bother trying to smile, but his response was honest, not acerbic. “Just looking forward to seeing you on the other side,” Andre replied, clapping Braeden on the shoulder. Braeden still didn’t smile, but his eyes softened slightly. He really was quite fortunate to have such kind and comforting staff caring for him. * The surgery itself went fairly well. Dr. Black and Dr. Marshall were a well-practiced team, and their surgical plan was well-rehearsed. Dr. Black took extra care when extracting the area of the tumor embedded in the ventromedial cerebellum. The brain had much greater healing power than scientists previously thought, but Graham didn’t want to test Braeden’s biological resilience any more than strictly necessary. Due to the size and placement of the tumor, the team expected Braeden to wake up within 24-48 hours. The team of nurses monitored his stats while he was unconscious, moving him periodically to prevent bedsores. The following afternoon, the patterns on Braeden’s EEG monitor edged toward wakefulness. Dr. Marshall was called immediately, and it was she who was present when Braeden’s eyes dragged open. “Braeden? Braeden, can you hear me?” Bex shone a light in Braeden’s eyes, testing his pupillary reflex and finding it responsive. Braeden blinked, his recently-exposed brain unable to enact deliberate functions. “Can you blink twice if can understand me?” Bex encouraged. After a moment, Braeden managed two deliberate blinks, much to Bex’s pleasure. “Very good!” she crowed. “That’s excellent, Braeden. I know it probably doesn’t feel like much of an accomplishment, but understanding and responding as soon as you wake up after surgery is a great sign. You’re going to keep resting now, but tomorrow morning, we’ll get you out of bed and moving.” Dr. Marshall rose and gave some instructions to Jacinda, the nurse on shift, then smiled at Braeden on her way out the door. Jacinda fluffed Braeden’s pillow. She wasn’t meant to raise the adjustable bed yet, but she wanted to try to make him as comfortable as possible. Braeden’s eyes darted back and forth, trying to take in as much information as possible. “Don’t worry, love,” Jacinda soothed, adjusting the blankets. “I know it’s scary, not being able to move or talk, but just breathe. Take this time to relax. You’re going to get up tomorrow, and that’s not going to be any fun at all.” Braeden closed his eyes, slowly taking in Jacinda’s words. “But we’ve seen you, love,” the nurse continued, now smoothing back the sections of Braeden’s hair that hadn’t been shaved off. “You’re a damn hard worker, and you want to do what’s best. So you’ll get through the tough parts juuuuuust fine.” Braeden didn’t have time to decide if he believed her before he drifted back to sleep. * Braeden awoke again the following morning to the natural light in the room and the sound of Andre bustling about. “There he is!” the nurse grinned as if Braeden had just walked through the door a few minutes late to a casual meeting rather than opening his eyes for just the second time after major brain surgery. Braeden made a small noise from the back of his throat – another promising sign. “Ohhh, good to hear those vocal cords working, man,” Andre said, both teasing and ominous. “Because now that you’re awake, we have to get you up, and it’s going to be pretty rough.” Modern protocol dictated that brain surgery patients get upright and move as soon as possible after surgery. The practice drastically reduced rehabilitation time, but it was exceedingly painful for the patients. “Up we go,” Andre narrated as his raised the head of the bed. Even that move had Braeden pale, but the young man didn’t make a sound. Andre looked on in admiration, but he knew what was coming. “Don’t be a hero, man. This is going to suck no matter what, and it’s just you and me here, so you scream as much as you want.” Still unable to speak, Braeden shifted his gaze sideways to Andre to indicate his skepticism, but as soon as Andre guided his legs over the edge of the bed, every nerve in his body seemed to catch on fire. “Keep going, man, keep going,” Andre chanted as he supported Braeden onto his feet. A low, uncontrollable moan escaped Braeden’s mouth. Leaning heavily on Andre, his feet shuffled forward, jerky and uneven. Every movement was agony, and the pain in his head was so intense, he couldn’t think in complete sentences. “Just a few more feet,” Andre encouraged, tilting his head toward the chair. Braeden gave a very undignified whine as he lurched the last few feet and sank into the chair with Andre’s help. Sitting up was still miserable, but it was practically nirvana compared to walking. “Well done, man!” Andre cheered, helping Braeden into a more stable seated position. “That was – oh.” Andre looked down, and in a series of seconds, Braeden realized several things. First, that he was wearing a protective brief, which he’d known was going to happen. Second, that he was, at this very moment, wetting into that brief. And third, that Andre was looking at the digital indicator attached to his hip, meaning that Andre was fully aware that he was urinating. “You did great, Braeden,” Andre reiterated, moving on from this latest piece of information. “The first walk is the hardest part. We’re gonna have you sit up for a bit, and then you can go back to bed. And we’ll get you changed.” Braeden sighed, still sweating. Andre reached up to mop the patient’s brow. This was only the beginning.
Thank you thank you! I feel like I'm making a lot of time jumps in this one, but since I only imagine omo scenes, I build the story around those. Thanks for reading! * “No, I think the Icelandic module is ready for a soft launch. Contact our school partners in Reykjavik to set up a timeline.” Braeden’s speech had returned to full capacity long before the rest of his body caught up, and he had resumed semi-regular conference calls with JamTech as soon as Dr. Black had given the OK. With Braeden’s permission, Andre stayed in the room during these calls, doing paperwork. Although the nurse generally had very little clue as to what Braeden and his colleagues were talking about, listening to his speech patterns was a good way to keep tabs on his cognitive recovery. “Sounds good, boss,” a voice on the other end of the line responded. The sound from headphones was still uncomfortable for Braeden, so he took all his calls on speaker. “And what about the text projection for closed captioning at theaters?” Braeden pursed his lips, thinking. “I think the projection tech is close, but we need to expand our wearable options a bit more.” There was a murmur of agreement from the phone, and Andre pictured a room full of sharply-dressed engineers furiously taking notes. Another, more confident voice cut in. “Thank you all,” the voice said. “I think we have some good tasks to work on, and we’ll check in with Brain later.” The murmurs grew louder, accompanied by the distant sound of shuffling. Braeden didn’t hang up, though, and after a minute, the voice that ended the meeting spoke again. “They’re all gone. How are you doing, Bray?” Although the voice was kind, Braeden didn’t seem to soften. “I’m fine, Dean,” he replied. “Therapy is going well, and I’ll talk with Dr. Black soon about moving into my rental place.” “That’s great!” Dean exclaimed. “I’m so glad things are going well.” There was a tiny pause before Dean spoke again. “Things are really well in hand here,” he began, “and I have a bit of a break before AbleCon at the end of next month. Are you sure you don’t want some company?” Andre kept his eyes on his notes, not wanting to seem intrusive. Now that the voice was identified, he was interested in seeing how Braeden interacted with the man who was, at least according to the press, his closest friend in the world. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Braeden’s reply was quick and decisive, but his tone wasn’t harsh. “If you’re going to take a break, take an actual break, not some phone excuse to sit at my bedside.” Andre heard Dean chuckle. He supposed you couldn’t remain friends with Braeden Holt for nearly 10 years without getting used to his blunt nature. “You had a brain tumor, Bray,” Dean chided. “I’m aware.” Dean seemed to ignore this interruption. “I’m sure you’re doing well, and I know you have the best care possible, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a friend there.” “Unnecessary,” Braeden insisted. “I’ll be home before you know it. There’s no benefit to you coming over here.” “If you insist,” Dean said, resigned. “Just let me know if you change your mind.” “Unlikely.” Braeden picked up the phone, ready to end the call. “Message me if anything comes up with Reykjavik.” “Will do. Take care, Brain.” Braeden didn’t respond before he hung up the phone, which Andre knew was typical. The inventor had no need to have the last word. Andre waited a few beats before turning his chair to talk with his patient. Braeden had (naturally) been correct when he’d told his business partner that there would soon be a discussion about moving out of the hospital. However, there were many aspects to that discussion that needed to be addressed first. One of which was the fact that Braeden had yet to transition out of protective briefs. In fairness, it had been a week since Braeden had wet himself during the day, and he’d stayed dry for the past two nights. However, his physical and occupational therapy schedules were ramping up, which would put a strain on his recovering body. “So you’re going to start intensive physical therapy tomorrow,” Andre said casually. “We all agree that you’re ready and it’ll help us all determine a timeline for getting you out of here.” Braeden just stared, and Andre almost grinned. He should’ve known better than to start with small talk. “Anyway, since you’re gonna be working so hard, what do you think of keeping the briefs on for another week or so, just in case?” “I’d rather not.” On one hand, it was incredibly useful having a brain surgery patient who could clearly articulate his needs and symptoms; on the other hand, it was much easier to convince a patient to follow a treatment plan when they couldn’t respond with polite yet coherent arguments. “Man, I get it,” Andre replied, “but you’re working so hard already, and your body is tired. Just give it a bit of a break.” Braeden blinked. He was never especially emotive to begin with, but Andre would swear that he hadn’t seen the patient smile since the surgery. “It’s a mental exercise, Andre, not a physical one,” Braeden insisted. “I’ll make time to use the restroom quite frequently. I would never be full.” Andre sighed. This wasn’t the first stubborn patient he’d worked with – far from it – but he’d really been hoping that Braeden’s intellect would help him understand the benefits of protection. In the face of Andre’s silence, Braeden continued, his voice never shifting from the clinical tone he’d adopted. “Andre, you know as well as I do that mental and emotional consistency is just as important to healing as physical improvement. Continuing to wear protective briefs sends conflicting signals to my body, as lack of bladder control is a distinct sign of ill-health rather than of recovery. If I’m going to work toward complete functioning, I need to act as if I have as much functioning as possible.” Andre hesitated, which was tantamount to an agreement already. “I believe Alma will agree with me, based on my progress in therapy,” Braeden added as his final argument. Alma was the urologist who had been working with Braeden on pelvic floor exercises. Andre raised his eyebrows. “You know I have to check with her.” “Of course.” Nodding – or any specific movement of his head – was still unpleasant for Braeden, so he employed far more verbal responses than he would otherwise. Andre shook his head in defeat. He was pretty sure Braeden wouldn’t physically fight if Dr. Black or Dr. Marshall ordered him to keep wearing the briefs, but he also knew that the medical team was unlikely to force Braeden into a move that he explicitly disliked. Braeden was right, of course – keeping the patient’s mental state in check was an essential component of healing, especially after major surgery. “If Alma backs you up, then I think we can stop as early as tomorrow,” Andre finally acquiesced. This time, Braeden didn’t respond. He simply picked up his computer from the bedside stand and got back to work. * Over the next few days, Braeden stayed true to his word. He was diligent about visiting the bathroom, and he had no accidents, either at night or during the day. His therapy was also going well. Although he would return to his room sweating and sometimes pale, his therapists universally praised his work ethic, and the entire medical team was pleased with his progress. “Your balance is solid, and your stamina has increased nicely,” Dr. Black narrated in the Monday morning check-in. “You still have a long way to go, of course, but we’re all comfortable with starting to transition you to your home therapy team.” Andre beamed at the news – he was so proud of the progress Braeden had made – but the young patient’s lips didn’t even twitch. “Thank you, Dr. Black,” Braeden said, honestly but soberly. Dr. Black wasn’t as disappointed as Andre at Braeden’s lack of response. He’d done his job as a surgeon, and he was pleased with the results. Andre, on the other hand, felt his shoulders slump. He recalled Dr. Marshall’s warning weeks ago about mistaking Braeden’s calm for overall mental well-being. Still, it was exhausting being in a hospital for so long. Maybe Braeden would feel better once he finally got to leave. *** The next day was a big one for Braeden. He was scheduled for an intensive cognitive battery of tests in the morning, and then he would meet and work with his new therapist in the afternoon. If all went well on both accounts, Dr. Black would set a date for Braeden’s release. The cognitive exam was long and grueling, the intensity bolstered by Braeden’s stratospheric baseline numbers. Braeden was grilled on measures of language, spatial ability, logic, and memory. By the time the neurology resident returned him to his room, Braeden’s eyes were drooping. “How’d it go?” Andre asked cheerfully. “Fine,” Braeden breathed, sliding into bed. The neurologist laughed. “He was brilliant,” she gushed. “I’ve never seen scores like that from anyone, much less from someone less than a month post-op, no matter what kind of tumor they had.” Andre nodded knowingly, reaching to pull the blanket over Braeden. “No wonder you took so long!” The neurologist grinned. “I’ll write up my report later today, but to say he passed with flying colors would be a gross understatement.” “Thanks, doc,” Andre said, since Braeden seemed too tired to speak. The doctor bobbed her head and left. “It’s almost lunchtime,” Andre informed his patient, “but you look like a nap would be more beneficial right now.” “Yes,” Braeden agreed softly, his eyes already closed. Andre pressed the button to lower the bed. “Want me to wake you up to eat before PT later?” “Mmmm…” Braeden was practically already asleep. Andre decided just to let the young man rest. Braeden slept for nearly two hours, barely moving. It was nearly time for his physical therapy appointment, but Andre figured he needed the rest more than he needed to eat. He could always have an energy bar on his way down to the gym. There was a light knock on the door, a few minutes early. Dr. Marshall stuck her head in, tailed by a young, eager looking therapist. Andre smiled a greeting and reached over to shake Braeden awake. Braeden made a small growling noise as he squinted his eyes open. “Time to work, Braeden,” Andre said gently. He was already raising the bed. Braeden blinked, his eyes scanning over to the newcomers in the room. “Braeden, this is Dr. Kerry Sargent,” Bex explained. “She’s dual-certified in physical therapy and occupational therapy, and she’ll be your therapist-in-residence when you leave Marsden.” “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Holt!” Kerry chirped, her perky ponytail and cheerful voice belying her years of education and therapeutic skill. She was certainly young – no older than Braeden himself – but she was one of the only dual-certified therapists at the hospital. “I’m going to do a brief assessment today, for my own baseline, and then we’ll work a bit on navigation-“ “I need to change.” “-for…what?” Kerry snapped her mouth shut, caught off guard by not only the interruption, but the gravel in Braeden’s just-awoken voice. “I need to change,” Braeden repeated, shifting in his bed. He didn’t look angry, per se, but his face was definitely stony. “Oh, no, what you’re wearing is just-“ “Of course.” Kerry was cut off again, this time by Dr. Marshall, who was gently pulling her toward the door. “Just let us know when you’re ready.” Out in the hallway, Kerry pursed her lips, confused. Before she could formulate a question, Dr. Marshall spoke. “As you would have read in Mr. Holt’s chart, the placement of his tumor caused problems with continence,” Bex explained, keeping her voice low. “He’s been doing incredibly well lately, and he no longer wears protective pants, but after his long session this morning, it appears that he experienced loss of control during his nap.” “Oh!” Kerry gasped, her face reddening. “I didn’t mean to…I didn’t…” “It’s fine,” Bex waved her hand, cutting off the therapist’s stammering. “It’s bound to happen a few times. Just be aware.” “Yes, yes,” Kerry nodded, making a mental note to keep an eye on Braeden’s toileting habits. Back in the room, Andre had moved to support Braeden as soon as the women left. He pulled back the blanket to reveal wet patches on the young man’s pants and sheets. It wasn’t a huge mess, but Andre still mentally chastised himself for not ensuring that Braeden used the restroom as soon as he returned from his morning appointment. Neither nurse nor patient spoke while Braeden peeled off his wet pants and underwear. Andre silently handed him a wet washcloth, and soon enough, the young man was dry and settled into his wheelchair. “Ready?” Kerry beamed as Andre pushed Braeden into the hallway. “All set!” Andre answered, knowing Kerry wouldn’t get a word out of Braeden that wasn’t entirely necessary. Bex accompanied Kerry and Braeden down to the therapy gym, for no reason other than to give Kerry someone to talk to. Downstairs, she bid her goodbyes, without adding “Good luck” to the poor therapist who’d gotten off to such an awkward start. Bex shouldn’t have worried, though; Kerry was a professional, and she wasn’t about to let a little silence intimidate her, even if it was from one of the most successful people she’d ever been in a room with. “OK!” she trilled. “We’re going to start with a baseline assessment. I’ll have you try some gross and fine motor movements, as well as some skills relevant to your life, such as typing, use of touch screens, and sketching.” Without waiting for a verbal response from Braeden, she wheeled him over to the barre. “Let’s start with some walking tasks.” For the next hour, Kerry put Braeden through a comprehensive series of tests, making note of his ability to walk, stand and sit, and change direction. When she had assessed his gross motor skills, she sat him at a desk to test smaller, more refined movements. “That was excellent, Mr. Holt,” Kerry noted at the end. “As expected, the foundations of your motor skills are all intact. That means we can spend most of our time working on balance, continuity of movement, and sensory integration.” Braeden, who hadn’t spoken over the past hour other than to occasionally ask for clarification on some of Kerry’s orders, just hummed in response. Undeterred, Kerry looked at the clock. She could tell Braeden was tired, but they still had plenty of time in their assigned session. She’d have him do a few more exercises before taking him back to his room. “For now, we’re going to work on some daily living skills,” she instructed. “We’ll start out pretty basic, so I’m going to have you take your shoes off and put them back on.” Kerry watched as Braeden scooched his chair back from the desk to give himself more room. His hands were trembling slightly – a sign of the hard work he’d put in to the assessment – but he reached down and removed his shoes one at a time, setting them on the ground. He paused to take a breath, then picked up his right shoe and pulled it toward his foot. But somehow, in a very quick series of events, Braeden lost his coordination as he tried to slip his foot into the shoe. Instead, as he pushed his foot forward, his toe caught on the tongue of the shoe and jerked forward, slamming his toes into the leg of the desk. Letting out a strangled, agonized cry, Braeden pitched forward, falling out of his chair and curling in the fetal position on the floor, cradling his head in his arms. Kerry was on her feet in an instant, crouched down next to her patient. “Mr. Holt? Braeden?” Braeden was half gasping, half moaning. His eyes were squeezed shut, and it was clear he was in an extraordinary amount of pain. “Mr. Holt, I’m going to call Dr. Marshall, OK?” Kerry didn’t expect a response, but she wanted Braeden to know what was going on – if he was even capable of hearing at this point. Kerry pulled out her radio and turned it to the VIP channel. “Dr. Marshall? This is Dr. Sargent, and I have a patient down in the therapy gym.” The radio crackled in response. “This is Andre. I’m on my way.” “I’ll meet you there,” Dr. Marshall’s voice added. Kerry sighed in relief, and turned to ensure Braeden that help was coming. Before she could open her mouth, though, she noticed the pale yellow puddle rippling on the tile floor between Braeden’s curled knees and abdomen. Kerry cringed. How much more could she screw up on her first day with her new patient? “Keep breathing,” she instructed, sounding more confident than she felt. “Just breathe, Mr. Holt.” Desperate for something to do, Kerry looked around the room. She spotted a stack of foam pillows in the corner and ran over to grab some. “Here,” she said, gently sliding one under Braeden’s head. His breathing had slowed some, but he still kept his top hand clutching the back of his skull. “What happened?” Andre flew into the room, having sprinted from the top floor. “He-“ Kerry looked up to see Dr. Marshall hurrying in just behind Andre. “He was putting on his shoe, under my instruction, and his foot slipped and he stubbed his toes on the desk.” Bex knelt next to Braeden to take his pulse. The young man’s skin was pale and clammy. “Braeden?” Bex called softly. “Is that what happened?” Braeden took a few deliberately deep breaths, keeping his eyes shut. “Yes,” he finally gasped. “But my…head…head hurts.” Bex nodded, laying Braeden’s wrist carefully back on the ground. “Unfortunately, that’s not uncommon,” she explained. “It’s a bit like how hitting your funny bone makes you feel uncomfortable beyond the pain in your elbow. Because your tumor interfered with your brain’s ability to integrate sensation and movement, sudden, intense pain in your body can be interpreted as pain in your head, particularly around the site of surgery.” Andre looked down sympathetically. This was the worst Braeden had looked since they’d moved him for the first time after surgery. “I can bring down some morphine, if you like,” Dr. Marshall offered. “Otherwise, just keep breathing until you’re ready for Andre to move you back to your room. Once there, I do suggest pain medication to help you sleep.” “I’ll wait,” Braeden whispered. He wasn’t the type to shun medicine out of a misplaced desire to seem tough, but he judged that getting back to his bed first would be more helpful. “Very well.” Dr. Marshall pushed herself to her feet. “Andre, are you OK here?” Upon Andre’s assent, Bex nodded. “Then Dr. Sargent and I will go discuss her assessments. Ring if you need me.” And for the second time in an hour and a half, the two women walked out, leaving Andre with a wet, unhappy patient. Nonplussed, Andre strolled to the sink at the end of the room and grabbed a handful of paper towels. “Just gonna clean up a bit here,” Andre narrated needlessly as he mopped up Braeden’s accident. “We’ll get you changed when we get upstairs.” A change of clothes was more than necessary. Not only had Braeden wet his pants, but the puddle had soaked into his shirt as he lay on the floor. After a few more minutes, Andre asked if Braeden was ready to move. Braeden murmured his consent – it’s not like things were getting better on the floor – and Andre all but lifted him into the wheelchair. Again, there was no conversation in the room while Andre cleaned the young man. He transferred Braeden into the shower chair, knowing that a sponge bath wouldn’t cut it this time. He kept the water pressure on low, and the warm cascade did seem to relax Braeden just a little. Still, Braeden looked comparatively miserable as Andre tucked him into bed, and the nurse worried more than ever about his patient.
I feel like I'm just continuing this story out of sheer stubbornness at this point? I have an ending in mind, and damnit, I'll get there!! Thank you all so much for reading! * “It’s fine, Dean.” Braeden had started using headphones again on phone calls, so Andre could no longer hear Mr. Pinkerton’s response, but whatever it was, the two men were obviously having a difference of opinion. “Now about that Icelandic rollout…Dean, it’s a straightforward project. It’s not hurting me to run some expansion tests.” Andre suppressed a grin as he hunched over the nursing schedule for next week. Even though he’d been working with Braeden for several weeks now, he still wasn’t even close to being as comfortable with standing up to the young CEO as his partner seemed to be. “Dean…” Braeden sighed into the phone. “I’m literally never alone. I have 24-hour support. How could I possibly be lonely?” Andre could practically hear Braeden’s eyes roll. In all of their conversations, no matter what work topic Braeden wanted to focus on, Dean never stopped asking how Braeden was doing and offering to come to London. And Braeden never stopped refusing. “No, I don’t.” Braeden’s voice lowered, and Andre knew exactly what Dean had asked this time. “I still don’t have a timeline for my return.” Braeden made a few more comments, ending the conversation, and Andre frowned, still not looking up from his work. It wasn’t unrealistic in the slightest; it had been less than a week since Braeden had moved out of the hospital, and barely a month since the surgery. His progress had been remarkable, but a few weeks was not nearly long enough to get back to full strength after brain surgery. Andre didn’t say anything as Braeden opened up his laptop to get back to work. The deal in the new apartment was that Braeden was not to be left alone. Though all his assigned nurses were discreet and polite, Andre was, by far, the best at being unintrusive. Part of that skill was only initiating conversation with Braeden when he had something important to say. He’d respond to the young man, of course, but he avoided small talk, which Braeden appreciated. After a few minutes of quiet, punctured only by the sounds of typing, Braeden spoke. “I’d like to accelerate my therapy.” Surprised by the sound, if not the content of the request, Andre kept his face neutral. “How so?” If he had been expecting outright disagreement, Braeden didn’t show it. “I’d like to expand my activities of daily living,” he explained evenly. “I understand that it’s likely unsafe for me to reject supervision entirely, but I believe that working on food preparation and public navigation are logical next steps.” Andre nodded along, simultaneously impressed and disappointed. He was impressed by the realistic reasoning of Braeden’s desire. Public navigation was, in fact, a logical next step in his rehabilitation – not at all a stretch. On the other hand, Braeden’s conversational style had been entirely formal over the past few weeks. It wasn’t that Braeden’s language was ever particularly casual, but since the surgery, he spoke like a CEO all the time. No matter how friendly or encouraging Andre and the other support staff were, Braeden never responded with anything but detachment. “We’ll talk to Kerry,” Andre agreed, “but that sounds like a good plan.” “Thank you.” Braeden turned back to his computer without so much as a smile. Andre could only shake his head. * “That’s a great idea!” Kerry chirped the next morning. “We can definitely get started on more independently living skills, and then we can use your appointment at the hospital on Tuesday as an exercise in public transportation!” Kerry’s enthusiasm rarely faltered, and by now, she was used to equal and opposite stoicism. Sure, she got great joy out of patients’ happiness upon seeing their own progress, but Braeden was a hard worker and never complained during therapy, so she didn’t take his general lack of affect too hard. “I have a few exercises planned for you today,” she continued, “but then we can work on stamina – maybe up and down the stairs – if we’re going out on Tuesday!” Braeden pressed himself carefully out of his chair, not wasting any time on words. Only the work mattered. * Over the next few days, even Andre was stunned by the effort Braeden put into his therapy. With his concentration often visible, Braeden devoted all his energy to coordinating his movements while chopping vegetables, sautéing ground beef, and pulling pans out of the oven. Keeping his balance and making sure all of his muscles were working together to complete the fairly mundane tasks. It was a learning process. Even when Braeden successfully put together ingredients for bread, the blast of hot air when he opened the oven overwhelmed his sense, and he had to lay down on the kitchen floor until his head stopped spinning. He adjusted, though, and carefully stood to the side when it was time to take out the bread to avoid the worst of the heat. “That was wonderful!” Kerry cheered as she and Andre sat with Braeden at the table, eating warm slices of the bread he had baked. “That was a complex process with lots of coordinated movement, and you did it all! And that took a lot of stamina!” Braeden didn’t even look up. He just chewed his bread and butter without even so much as a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. Andre furrowed his eyebrows. It was so hard to categorize the young genius. On one hand, he worked incredibly hard and showed great initiative in his rehabilitation. He also kept up with his company, and such motivation seemed to rule out major depression, which wasn’t uncommon after surgery. On the other hand, Braeden’s staunch refusal to react to absolutely anything was unnerving. He didn’t even respond with sarcasm to Kerry’s relentless enthusiasm. There was just…nothing. “So you’re going to take the tube back from Marsden tomorrow?” Andre asked, just by way of making conversation. He already knew the answer. “Yes.” “We’ll call you if we decide it would be too much,” Kerry said after a pause, expanding on Braeden’s monosyllabic reply. “But I truly don’t anticipate any challenges. We’ll take it slow, but the plan is to walk to South Kensington and then ride to Baker Street.” Andre knew Braeden had already mapped the exact route to and from the respective subway stations. It would be less than a half mile total, which was certainly a long way for a rehab patient, but it the weather was meant to be quite nice, and Braeden would have his cane with him. “Sounds exciting!” Andre wasn’t lying, exactly – the first big outside trip was exciting – but his tone was more in support of Kerry than out of any real hope that Braeden would crack a smile. Braeden managed an “Mmm” in response as he stood to walk his plate over to the dishwasher. He then left the kitchen, presumably to go to the library and work. Andre was on his feet before Braeden was out the door, ready to follow his patient. He’d give it one more day, he thought to himself. If getting out of the house and successfully navigating the city wasn’t enough to make Braeden feel something, then Andre would have to do something about it… * The next morning, after the night shift nurse left, Andre and Kerry prepared for the trip back to the hospital. Andre would drive Kerry and Braeden to Marsden in the morning. The first appointment was at 10, but Dr. Black and Dr. Marshall had ordered several tests, and even with Braeden’s clout and money, there was no telling exactly how long he and Kerry would be at the hospital before they were able to head back to the house. Kerry would stay with Braeden the whole time, both for supervision and to coach him through movement and navigation. The entire medical team believed that Braeden had made wonderful progress, but it was also agreed that it would be a very long day, and Braeden could use the extra support and reminders because he was likely to get quite tired. “Have fun!” Andre called from the driver’s seat as Kerry and Braeden stepped out of the car at the hospital entrance. Kerry beamed in response, eager to observe how her patient handled the big day of near-independence ahead of him. Braeden didn’t look back. An orderly met Braeden and Kerry in the doorway. The agreement was that Braeden would use a wheelchair when moving between appointment rooms, but would be allowed to transfer himself as much as possible – onto the MRI table, into chairs, etc. – for each task. Braeden started with an MRI, both structural and functional, first lying still and then carefully moving his hands and feet so the machine could measure his neural response to physical sensations. After the MRI was a strength assessment with Kerry’s team of physical therapists, then a brief cognitive assessment, general bloodwork, and finally, a meeting with Dr. Graham and Dr. Marshall to discuss the respective results of the tests and talk about plans for moving forward. Kerry kept a close eye on her patient throughout the day, knowing full well that any signs of fatigue or frustration would be subtle and nonverbal. As expected, Braeden remained stoic throughout, silently completing every task asked of him. By the time they got to Dr. Black’s office, Kerry could tell that the activities of the day were taking their toll on Braeden. He didn’t sit up quite as straight in the wheelchair on the way to the last appointment, and his eyelids drooped slightly. When the neurosurgeons entered the room, however, Braeden pulled his shoulders back and sharpened his gaze. “Your results are magnificent, Mr. Holt,” Bex began without preface. “You’ve made substantial gains in your strength and stamina, and your MRI shows not only that your brain structure is healing nicely, but that your functional activity is performing exactly how we’d hoped at this stage.” “Good.” It was the first time Kerry had heard Braeden give a not-totally-necessary response since his surgery. His voice was still even and emotionless, but Kerry thought she could see a nervous twitch in the corner of his eye. “We’re all quite pleased with your progress,” Dr. Black added, “and we believe that you’re well on your way to leaving us. However, we do have a few more considerations.” Kerry glanced over at Braeden. She thought she saw his face crumple for just a moment, but then his features were just as inscrutable as ever. “With that in mind,” Dr. Black went on, “we’re going to have Kerry continue with her therapeutic plan, focusing on activities of daily living and stamina, and we’ll monitor your functional progress.” Braeden nodded, but Kerry could see his fingers pressing into his thigh. “The biggest thing we want to make sure of,” Dr. Marshall jumped in, “is your support system.” Braeden raised his chin ever so slightly. This was it – the real reason, the perceived barrier to letting Braeden get back home. “You’ve made excellent progress,” Bex reiterated, “but rehabilitation is not a linear process. Before we give our support to you to return to California, we want to make sure that you will have a team around you to physical and emotional encouragement.” Braeden’s face, which had been approaching the beginnings of a sneer, settled back into blankness. “Of course,” he said. “I’ll put together a list of those who will be around me when I’m back home.” Bex pressed her lips together, swallowing what would have been a pitying smile. Braeden’s response gave her a world of information. The young man desperately wanted to return to the United States, and every day he was forced to go without a plan to return was eating at him. “That would be a great start,” Bex replied, a touch of assurance in her voice. “For now, it’s been a long day, and it’s probably best if you and Dr. Sargent head back. Dr. Black and I will compile a list of evidence we deem necessary, based on your results today, for us to feel comfortable with you returning to the States.” Braeden exhaled slowly. “Thank you, Dr. Marshall, Dr. Black. As always, I’m grateful for your expertise.” Both neurosurgeons smile in response. “It was good to see you, Braeden,” Dr. Black said warmly. “Make sure you get plenty of rest tonight, and we’ll be in touch soon.” Kerry knew better than to try to talk about the meeting with Braeden as the orderly wheeled him back to the hospital entrance. She did, however, want to check in on the rest of their plans for the afternoon. “Braeden, how are you feeling?” she asked. “Do you still want to take the tube back to your flat?” “Yes.” Braeden didn’t hesitate. “Excellent!” Kerry wasn’t about to let her enthusiasm falter now. If the surgeons wanted move evidence that Braeden was almost ready to move back home, a brief jaunt through London could certainly help convince them – and Braeden himself. Kerry did her best to walk the delicate line between carefully watching her charge and not making him feel patronized. Their progress was slow but steady, and Kerry was grateful for the clear weather. At the first station, Kerry reached her hand out slightly as Braeden stepped onto the escalator. She saw him brace himself between his cane and the moving handrail, but he didn’t falter. He took a deep breath before stepping off the stairs at the bottom, but that transition, too, was made without disaster. It was mid-afternoon, and the platform was not nearly as crowded as it could have been. Kerry considered asking Braeden if he wanted to take a seat on one of the benches, but the next train was due soon, so she decided against it. She did, however, note him shifting slightly from foot to foot and hoped that there would be plenty of seats on the train. Kerry’s unspoken wish was granted, and the car that stopped in front of them was mostly empty. Braeden lowered himself into a seat near the door with no prompting from the therapist. There were faster routes available, but Kerry had decided it would be best not to change lines. Thus, they had boarded the Circle line, which would take them to their stop at Baker Street, albeit in a fairly indirect way. They’d be on the train for over 40 minutes, but at least Braeden could rest. Well, Kerry had planned for Braeden to rest, anyway. But instead of relaxing, the young man was fidgety, his eyebrows pulled down slightly. After a few stops worth of this behavior, Kerry couldn’t stay quiet. “You OK, Braeden?” “Yes.” The reply was quick, but Kerry thought she detected a tiny tremble in Braeden’s voice. Kerry frowned, mentally running through the possible explanations for Braeden’s demeanor. “Are you feel motion sick?” she guessed. Perhaps the sway of the train was too much for him, especially sitting sideways. “No.” Kerry was torn. Braeden was clearly in some sort of distress, but not to a great extent, and he didn’t seem to appreciate Kerry’s questions. On the contrary, he tensed more when she spoke. “We…” Kerry did another quick visual scan of Braeden’s body, and, finding no overt signs of grave dysfunction, decided to give up. “We’ll be there soon. Twenty more minutes.” Braeden slumped a little, but didn’t speak. Kerry could only conclude that he was just exhausted. Dozens of people got in and out of the car as they traveled, but miraculously, it was never crowded enough that Kerry worried about overstimulation for Braeden. When they finally reached their stop, there was no rush of people pushing against them. “Nearly there,” Kerry said, feeling compelled to encourage Braeden through the last leg of their journey. Braeden grimaced slightly, and Kerry slowed her pace. They walked deliberately, staying close to the walls, until they finally rounded the corner to see the long escalators rising in front of them. Braeden paused before stepping onto the moving stairs, but made it without incident. With Braeden safely on the escalator, Kerry took a second to look around. The escalator walls were formed from giant, metal rectangles that were angled to be parallel to the escalator itself rather than the floor. She’d always been a bit baffled by that particular style choice for the Underground, as it could be a bit disorient- “No,” Kerry breathed out loud, snapping her head back to Braeden. The young man was sweating and ashen, eyes squeezed shut against the illogical visual feedback. His left hand was gripped tightly around the handle of his cane, the right on the moving railing. “Braeden…” Kerry urged, trying to keep her nerves in check. “Braeden, can you hear me?” Instead of staying silent or issuing a curt denial, Braeden let out a small, pained hum. Kerry scanned the environment. They were a few seconds from the top of the escalator, and there were a dozen people around, traversing to and from the platform. “Braeden, we’re almost to the top, it’s going to be OK.” Kerry was practically chanting, reassuring herself as much as her patient. Braeden whined again, quiet but even more miserable. Instinctively, Kerry looked down to see darkness creeping down the CEO’s inseam. Kerry bit back a moan. She didn’t have time for regret just now; she had to get Braeden safely off the escalator. She grabbed him firmly by the elbow and stepped him forward. Braeden’s eyes remained shut as he leaned into Kerry, wetness spreading further down his thighs. Barely paying attention to anyone around them, Kerry guided Braeden over to the wall, which he slid down against, a small puddle forming on the concrete beneath him. “Braeden, it’s OK,” Kerry repeated. “Just breathe. You’re OK.” Braeden leaned his head back against the wall, breathing deliberately. Kerry took the opportunity to pull out her phone and text Andre. Meltdown at Baker St. Bring the car when I say. Andre replied instantly. Shall I bring anything else? Kerry looked down at Braeden’s sodden trousers. Just the car. I’ll let you know when we’re ready. There was no point in having Andre bring a change of clothes. The house was close enough that Braeden could change there. Ride secured, Kerry turned back to her patient. Braeden’s breathing had slowed, but he still hadn’t opened his eyes. “Braeden, I’ve texted Andre to let him know to bring the car. You just let me know when you’re ready, and he’ll pull up to the front.” The house wasn’t far, but even if Braeden recovered enough to walk, there was no way Kerry was about to make him walk the remaining quarter mile in urine-soaked clothes. Yes, the strange configuration of the escalator walls had been too much for Braeden’s still-healing brain to process, but Kerry realized that he’d already had to pee in the first place. Yet again, she cursed herself for not being more careful with Braeden’s toileting. They sat on the hard floor of the station for a while longer, Kerry graciously fending off the few concerned offers of help from passers-by. Eventually, Braeden opened his eyes. After letting him get his bearings for a minute, Kerry risked speaking. “Shall I call Andre, then?” “Yes.” Braeden’s voice was ragged, but firm. Kerry shot a quick text to Andre, who replied that he was on his way. She then helped Braeden to his feet, and they shuffled to the entrance. Braeden kept his head down, either to keep track of where his feet were going or to avoid any curious or disgusted stares. Kerry supposed either would be an act of self-preservation. Andre had the car pulled up as close as possible outside and knew better than to say anything as Kerry helped Braeden into the back seat. The ride back to the house was short, silent, and tense. At the house, Andre took over supporting Braeden as they walked inside. Braeden was no longer sweating, but Andre could feel the young man’s muscles trembling. Inside, Braeden headed straight for the stairs up to his second, preferred bedroom. Kerry and Andre made simultaneous noises of dissent, and Braeden turned. “I’m going to go upstairs,” he informed them, his voice quiet but unmistakably decisive. “I am going to shower and change and then look over some emails. I do not require any assistance, but I will call you if that changes.” “Braeden…” Kerry didn’t know what she wanted to say, but kept speaking anyway. “Braeden, you did so well today,” she insisted. “I’m sorry I didn’t anticipate the angled walls at the station, I-“ “You did nothing wrong,” Braeden interrupted, shocking Kerry into silence. The tech genius blinked, staring down at them from the second step. “You are doing everything you can to help me heal,” Braeden continued. Kerry stared in awe; she’d never heard him speak this much in person. His words were soft but sincere. He looked more human than Kerry had ever seen him. Braeden shrugged, as if to brush off the sympathy in Kerry and Andre’s faces. “Perhaps some things that can’t be fixed.” Kerry’s shoulders slumped as Braeden turned away and headed up the stairs, slowly but deliberately. She turned, helplessly, to look at Andre. “I’ll go up after him,” Andre promised. He’d keep his distance, but there was no way Braeden should be alone on an entire floor right now. But first, Andre had to make a phone call.
Thank you so, so much for reading! I considered posting this as a separate story ("Meeting the Brain"), but I decided that was unnecessary. Hope you like it! * “Mr. Pinkerton, we’re going to prepare for takeoff, so I’m going to need you to put away your laptop for a bit.” Dean smiled at the flight attendant and slid his laptop into his bag. It had been less than 4 hours since he’d received the phone call from Andre, Braeden’s head nurse. “Mr. Pinkerton, you know I can’t share any specifics of Mr. Holt’s condition, but I think he would really benefit from a visit.” Obviously, Dean had been worried, but Andre had reassured him that Braeden wasn’t in danger. Without divulging any details, it didn’t take much for Andre to convince Dean to buy a seat on the next available flight to London. Dean settled into his business class berth for the ten-and-a-half hour flight. He’d land the following morning and take a car to the address that Andre had provided him. He got some work done and ate the in-flight meal, but even though the plane headed towards darkness, Dean wasn’t ready to fall asleep. He kept thinking about his relationship with Braeden and the first time they met, nearly ten years ago. * Winter, 2009 Moving to Boston to attend MIT had been a significant culture shock to 18-year-old Dean. Raised in a small-ish Midwestern town, he’d been the smartest person in his class by miles. In Boston, he considered himself barely average. In reality, he was still quite intelligent, but any freshman’s hope of recognition that year were quickly dashed by the overwhelming presence of Braeden Holt. A good portion of the freshman class who paid attention in high school to other high-achieving students around the world already knew who Braeden was before they all set foot on campus. He was a familiar face in national science fairs and quiz bowl tournaments, gaining modest fame in tech circles for his simple and effective adaptive technologies. Dean, however, was raised unaware of such prestigious competitions for high schoolers. So he had no concept of Braeden Holt until the very first day of his intro mechanical engineering class. And one class was all it took. Dean was almost instantly enamored with the wildly intelligent young man who managed to be confident without being cocky, who nodded along with the professor, seemingly eager to keep expanding his substantial genius. He knew he was probably being creepy, gazing and grinning at Braeden from a few rows back, but Dean couldn’t help himself. He was utterly thrilled to learn in the following days that he shared two other classes and a dorm with the young star, an arrangement that did nothing to alleviate his budding crush. Still, despite being 18 and going to the most famous engineering school in the world, Dean had enough social intelligence to know that stalking people was a bad idea. He didn’t arrange his schedule to “run into” Braeden or send him a friend request on Facebook. Instead, Dean focused on classes and learning the flow of college life. In that way, Dean and Braeden drifted organically into each other’s orbit. They crossed paths in the dorm and attended a few of the same study sessions. Dean’s admiration for his peer only grew – ideas came naturally to Braeden, and he seemed to genuinely love solving problems for the sake of it, not for the recognition it brought him. Dean was no slouch, of course, and could hold his own in group reviews. He tried not to blush when Braeden complemented him on solving a particularly complicated problem. Over the fall semester, Dean grew steadily more comfortable in Boston. He did, as he’d feared, stand out as a corn-fed hick. On the contrary, he fit in quite well. He was smart enough to keep up with the demanding classes and friendly enough to garner the respect of his peers. By winter break, Dean hadn’t quite gotten rid of his infatuation with Braeden, but he figured he had it under control. After spending a few days back home over Christmas, Dean willingly and excitedly returned to campus for his winter session elective courses. To his surprise and minor concern, Braeden wasn’t there. Dean tried not to be obvious as he asked around, but no one seemed to know (or particularly care) why the top freshman wasn’t taking any winter electives. It wasn’t unusual for first-year students to choose to spend the entire winter break away from campus, so everyone but Dean seemed to assume that Braeden was just taking a well-deserved hiatus from coursework. January merged icily into February, and the remaining students descended on campus in one packed weekend. A few boys who lived a floor above Dean arranged a “welcome back” party the Saturday before classes started, and Dean, who wasn’t much of a drinker but who decided he deserved a celebratory night after a challenging winter-mester, was game. Dorm parties all share inherent similarities, no matter the university: dark rooms, loud music, plastic cups full of alcohol of dubious vintage. Dean, having never actually attended any of the parties in the fall, didn’t know this and was mildly fascinated with how the entire aura of the dorm seemed to change just by packing a couple hundred people into a handful of darkened rooms. The mood was loose and giddy, an alcohol-fueled version of back-to-school excitement – seeing old friends, sharing in simultaneous optimism and dread for the upcoming semester. Dean slowly wound his way through the crowds, obligatory cup of beer in one hand. After a half hour or so of small talk and “good to see you!” repetitions, Dean finally spotted Braeden in the back corner of a large quad room. Unsurprisingly, the teen was surrounded by people, friends and cronies alike, all eager to get close to the man who would almost certainly be the most powerful of all of them. Dean hung back, watching closely. The room was dark and crowded, but to Dean’s watchful eyes, Braeden seemed…diminished. Yes, he was smiling and responding, but his eyes didn’t quite share in the projected joy of his lips, and his laughs were brief and unmusical. Dean swung his head back and forth like a horse shaking off flies. Don’t be like that, man, he chided himself. He and Braeden were acquaintances at best. He wasn’t some hero in a romantic comedy, the only one who could see the “real Braeden.” Still… He had nothing better to do, and confirmation bias is a powerful thing. Carefully, Dean followed Braeden around the party, keeping his distance, chatting with other friends and classmates, periodically looking around to keep the future millionaire in his sights. As the night wore on, Dean noticed one thing for sure – Braeden was getting drunk. Regardless of his emotions, real or only perceived by Dean, it was clear that Braeden was well above the legal limit for intoxication. He seemed unable to stand still, swaying slightly, and his reactions were more extreme – louder, sharper laughs; deeper, angrier scowls. Sometime after midnight, Braeden, seemingly without preamble, Braeden stumbled out of the current room and into the hallway. Dean hesitated for a second, then shouldered his way through the still-dense crowd after him. In the hallway, he looked from side to side, spotting Braeden shoving open the door to the stairs. Dean jogged slightly, abandoning his sworn pretense of not blatantly stalking Braeden. If nothing else, he didn’t trust the inebriated student to navigate stairs. Somehow, though, Braeden managed to disappear from the stairwell by the time Dean shoved the door open, running onto the landing. Dean paused for a second, then heard the stairway door shut one floor below. Dean bound down the stairs, resisting the impulse to leap over the railing (he’s just drunk, this isn’t life or death). He shoved through the door to see Braeden careening off the hallway walls. By the time Dean caught up, Braeden was leaning against someone’s door, eyebrows knit together. “Um…Braeden?” Dean reached out, not quite touching his classmate’s shoulder. Slowly, Braeden turned his head. He stared blearily at Dean, as if trying to discern the figure in one of those colorful hidden 3D images, but not succeeding. “Do…” Dean didn’t have a ton of experience with drunk people, but even he could tell that Braeden was pretty far gone and probably shouldn’t be left alone at this point. He drew in a breath and squared his shoulders. “Come on, Braeden. Come sit down.” Braeden kept staring quizzically at the taller young man next to him as Dean put a gentle hand on his back and guided him down the hall. “In here,” Dean narrated, opening the door to his own dorm room. He meant to guide Braeden to his open desk chair, but Braeden careened to the side, flopping awkwardly on Dean’s bed. Dean hovered over the slumped form in front of him, unsure of what to do next. Braeden’s eyes were closed, and for an uncomfortable moment, Dean wondered if the boy had passed out. Before Dean could finish formulating a thought, though, Braeden moaned, shifted, and opened his eyes. The room was quiet for a few seconds at the two gazed at each other – Dean worriedly and Braeden almost appraisingly. After a moment, Braeden broke the gaze and stared around the room. “Where am I?” he asked, his voice not nearly as slurred as Dean expected. “Oh! You’re…this is my…my room was just close, and I thought…I’m Dean, Dean Pinkerton, we had a few classes together last semester,” Dean stammered. He felt his cheeks warm and hoped Braeden couldn’t see anything in the dark room. “I know who you are,” Braeden grunted, levering himself to a slightly more upright position against the headboard, and Dean blushed harder. “I just…” Dean bit his lip, unsure of how to proceed in the situation. He reached to turn on his desk lamp to provide some light without overwhelming Braeden with the full ceiling fluorescents. “You looked like you needed to sit down.” “Because I’m drunk.” Drunk he certainly was, but Braeden’s gaze was piercing. “Well…yeah,” Dean shrugged, still unsure. “I can help you get back to your room, though, if you…” Braeden stared as Dean trailed off and the room was quiet again. “I don’t want to move,” Braeden said after a minute. The corners of his mouth turned down slightly, and he looked almost ashamed. The tiny change in facial expression seemed to shift the tectonic plates of the whole situation. For months, Dean had only ever seen Braeden in academic settings, in situations where Braeden was comfortable an in control. He’d never seen Braeden hesitate or seem uncertain, but now… “No worries, man,” Dean said easily. As intimidating as he found Braeden’s intellect (and as attractive as he found his face!), Dean was actually quite skilled at managing others’ emotions. He had a knack for validating and comforting, so even though it made his stomach lurch to see Braeden looking discomfited, at least now Dean had a plan of action. “My roommate won’t be back until tomorrow, so you can hang out as long as you want,” Dean continued, waving vaguely around the room. Braeden seemed to melt at that offer, slumping further into Dean’s bed. He blinked several times before mumbling “Thank you.” Dean stepped backward, lowering into his desk chair. Braeden shifted on the bed again, pressing his legs together. The uncertain look had vanished from his face, and now, the teen just looked blank. “Do you…you want any water or anything?” Dean offered. “Anything to drink?” Braeden started to shake his head, then winced. “No.” Dean closed his mouth. He was pretty sure Braeden would benefit from some water, but he wasn’t going to force it on him. The teen definitely needed something, though. He was rocking and twisting slightly, as if he couldn’t get comfortable, though his face remained expressionless. After a minute, Dean tried again. “Well, can I get you anything else? Another pillow, maybe? You look uncomfortable.” Braeden stopped squirming and stared at Dean. His face was still blank, but his gaze was intense, and Dean suppressed a shudder. Braeden seemed to be x-raying him, weighing and measuring Dean’s very soul to- “My parents are dead.” Dean recoiled. Braeden’s statement was so detached, so utterly matter-of-fact that it could only be true. “My mom and dad were killed in a car crash on Christmas Eve,” Braeden continued, his voice flat, as if he was reading from a particularly uninteresting textbook. “I couldn’t come back for winter session because I had to sort out their wills and talk to a judge and a social worker, even though I’m 18 and certainly don’t qualify for a legal guardian, anyway, but now I came back because what else am I going to do, just give up on an MIT education because I’m an orphan? That seems wasteful.” Dean let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Braeden’s expression hadn’t changed at all during his brief monologue. It was as if he’d decided that emotions themselves were wasteful, too. Braeden blinked, his almost-challenging gaze mitigated by his renewed squirming. “I’m sorry,” Dean breathed. “Braeden, I’m so sorry.” Braeden simply stared. His eyes lost focus, and Dean couldn’t tell if he was sad or if the last of the alcohol was catching up to him. Or both. “I’m sure they’d let you take a semester off,” Dean said softly. He wanted to help, but there were no obvious fixes for the current – very strange – situation. “You’re practically famous here. I’m sure they’d let you do whatever you need.” Braeden tilted his head to the side. “And what would that do? My parents will still be dead next semester.” Dean’s stomach sank. Braeden sounded so resigned, so very sure that he would never feel any different than he did at that moment. “Yeah, but…” Dean bit his lip. “You’d have time to deal with things. You know, without worrying about classes and stuff.” Braeden pressed his hand against the wall, pushing himself upright. “I don’t worry about classes,” he said, mildly emphasizing the word ‘don’t.’ “Taking a semester off won’t accomplish anything productive.” “Yeah, but…” Dean repeated futilely, “…you could…” With a low grunt, Braeden hoisted himself off the bed, apparently ready to end the conversation. He moved toward the door, looking markedly off-balance. On his feet in an instant, Dean reached for his classmate. “Braeden, don’t-“ But before Dean could reach him, Braeden lurched sideways, thumping into the opposite wall and sliding gracelessly to the floor. He flopped over, propping his back against the wall, legs spread in front of him. “Braeden, are you-“ Dean didn’t bother finishing the question, because Braeden was very clearly not OK. An unmistakable trickling sound filled the room as Braeden started to have an accident. A puddle of urine grew between his parted legs, creeping across the tile floor. Braeden stared down at the growing pool as he wet himself, as if he was watching a movie of someone else peeing through their pants. The fabric at his crotch quickly saturated, and a single stream flowed straight through the material. Dean pressed his lips together to keep from sighing in pity. Braeden didn’t even move; he did nothing to try to stop his bladder from voiding all over the floor. Braeden wet until the puddle spread halfway down his calves, soaking all the way through the back of the legs of his pants. The pool of urine rippled in the lamplight with the last of the liquid from Braeden’s bladder as he finally finished going. Dean stood frozen, hand still outreached. He watched for a few seconds as Braeden breathed, still staring down at the result of his accident. Tentatively, Dean stepped toward the wall. “Braeden…” Braeden drew in a shaky breath. His hands clenched into fists by his sides. Dean crouched down next to his classmate. “Braeden? Can you-“ “I’m sorry.” Braeden’s voice was almost a whisper, but his words were earnest. “I’m sorry, Dean.” Dean lowered a knee to steady himself. “It’s fine, Bray. Don’t worry.” “I…” Braeden’s voice shook, and he clenched his fists tighter. “I can’t stand.” He hung his head. “Not yet. I’m too drunk.” Instinctively, Dean reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind Braeden’s ear. “It’s fine,” he murmured. “You can stay here as long as you need.” Braeden sniffled, and that was the last straw for Dean. He pressed himself to his feet and grabbed a pillow from his bed. Sliding down the wall next to Braeden, Dean set the pillow on his lap, then gently guided Braeden’s head down. Braeden hummed slightly, his last bit of resistance, then sank into the pillow, allowing his eyes to close. Dean stroked Braeden’s hair, listening as the boy’s breathing evened out. He’d have time to clean up later. For now, all that mattered was being able to provide a tiny bit of comfort to his friend. *** Present Day Dean rolled his head back and forth in the back seat of the hired car, trying to shake off both the flight and the memories. That night had certainly been the start of his and Braeden’s friendship. They’d never dated, but since that day, Dean had been Braeden’s most trusted companion. After his parent’s death, Braeden had lost any gregariousness in his nature. He was still kind, but closed-off and stubborn. Dean was the only one who was allowed to see any break in Braeden’s façade, be it from frustration, grief, or fear. Of course, though Dean, it was unlikely this nurse – Andre – knew that was the role Dean played in Braeden’s life. It was more likely that the caretaker saw that Braeden was struggling somehow and figured that an old friend might be better able to help than a hired worker than Braeden had only known for a few weeks. The car pulled up to the address Andre had provided, and Dean felt his heart beating in his throat. Andre had assured him over the phone that Braeden wasn’t hurt, but Dean couldn’t help but worry. A tall, competent-looking man opened the door before Dean could knock. “I’m Andre,” he introduced himself. “Thank you so much for coming, Mr. Pinkerton.” “Of course,” Dean replied, pulling his suitcase in behind him so Andre could shut the door. “Please call me Dean. Where’s Braeden?” “He’s still sleeping.” Andre took a few more steps into the foyer and gestured upstairs, keeping his voice low. Dean nodded, unbuttoning his coat. “What can you tell me?” “Not much,” Andre admitted. “But he did have a pretty rough day yesterday. He hasn’t seemed content since the surgery, even though he’s made incredible process.” Dean almost smiled. That sounded like Braeden. “I don’t know how to help him,” Andre continued. “We all want to make sure he’s managing emotionally, and he’s been doing o-kay, I guess, but not great, and then some things happened yesterday that seemed to be really hard on him, and he’s been in his room, asleep, since early last night.” It was now nearly 11 AM. It wasn’t the first time that Braeden would have slept for over 15 hours, but when he did, it meant that he’d burned himself out and someone – Dean – had to step in. “I’m glad you called me,” Dean said honestly. “I think I’ll be able to-“ He was cut off by a loud thump from the upper floor. Dean and Andre shared a quick, stunned look before dashing side by side to the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Aw, thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying it ? Oh, I can never be too mean to my characters. We write what we need, and I need happy endings ? Thank you so much! I think you'll like this last chapter, then. Less omo, more bonding! *Final Chapter!* At the top of the stairs, Andre turned left, and Dean followed close on his heels. Without knocking, Andre burst through the first door. Dean sprinted across the threshold and was greeted with a remarkably familiar sight. The room itself was large, with the same high ceilings as the rooms on the first floor. A large but simply-appointed bed sat against the back wall, with a tangle of sheets and blankets. And on the floor, next to the bad, sat Braeden Holt, legs spread, pants wet, and a still-spreading puddle of urine between his thighs. “Mr. Holt?” Andre jogged across the room. “Are you-“ “Dean…” Dean’s heart rate slowed slightly at the sound of his best friend’s soft, shocked voice. “Hey, man.” “Mr. Holt,” Andre repeated, crouching down. “Are-“ “What are you doing here?” Braeden’s voice was practically a whisper. He was breathing harder than Dean was. “You have AbleCon and the closed captioning-“ Dean placed his hand on Andre’s shoulder. “I can take it from here. I’ll call if I need you.” Andre looked once from his patient to Dean, assessing the situation. Braeden was still staring in awe at the unexpected sight of his best friend; he hadn’t even acknowledged Andre’s presence. Obviously, Andre wasn’t going to be able to help much, so he concluded that it would be okay to leave Braeden in Dean’s care, at least for a bit. Assuring the pair that he’d be right downstairs, Andre left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. Dean took another step forward. Braeden didn’t look like he was hurt, exactly, and Dean knew better than to force help or physical interaction on him while he was so confused. “You…the conference is in a few weeks…” Braeden insisted, his voice growing stronger. “I’m well prepared.” “The Iceland project…” “Is going perfectly, and Clara is more than competent to manage things while I’m away.” Braeden glowered, his confusion morphing into frustration. “You can’t just leave-“ “I can and I did.” Dean’s face remained neutral, but his voice was firm. “We run a spectacular company, and our project managers are brilliant. We’re well into the Icelandic rollout, the design team is working on wearables for the text projection, and I’ve had my presentation for the conference finished for over a week. And-“ he continued, talking over an attempted interruption “-the Egyptian group moved their visit to next month, so there are no collaboration meetings next week.” Braeden’s jaw jutted out slightly, and Dean could see his chest rise and fall with irritated breaths. He’d anticipated this reaction, and, if he was being honest with himself, he’d admit that he was impressed with how devoted Braeden was to his company. His reactions weren’t “How did you get here?” or “Who told you to come?” but “What about our work?” Dean let the silent staring contest go on for another minute or so. He watched Braeden’s breathing even out and his face slowly soften. He watched as Braeden came to the obvious realization that Dean knew he’d peed himself and he was still sitting in his own mess. Finally, when he deemed Braeden sufficiently non-combative, Dean opened his mouth. “Are you hurt?” The soft, earnest, and familiar voice of his best friend seemed to melt Braeden. He fought it, as Dean knew he would, but seeing the first truly familiar face in months was too much. Braeden lowered his eyes and his head, his response barely audible. “…no.” Dean took the final step forward so he was standing within arms’ reach of his friend. “Can you stand?” Rocking slightly, Braeden tested his movement. “Yes,” he whispered. Had anyone been in the room to see this brief conversation, they would not have understood the significance, but in two questions, Dean had learned everything he needed to know about the situation and how to support his best friend. Likewise, Braeden had directed the interaction to communicate exactly what he needed from Dean. Their relationship was a well-honed system. “You go shower,” Dean ordered, adopting a more authoritative tone. “I’ll clean up out here and be here when you’re done.” Braeden pushed himself to his feet. He wobbled a bit, but Dean didn’t reach out to steady him. The unspoken agreement they had reached was that Dean would call the plays but only give extra help if Braeden specifically asked for it. After steadying himself against the bed for a moment, Braeden walked slowly to his wardrobe and pulled out dry clothes. He didn’t look at Dean as he shuffled into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Dean stood guard, listening for the sound of the shower before he moved to clean up Braeden’s accident. A quick search of the hallway yielded the linen closet, and Dean grabbed a few towels to soak up the puddle. There was a damp patch on the sheets, as well, and Dean deduced that Braeden had woke up, realized he was wetting on himself, and tried to scramble out of bed, either getting tangled in the sheets or just losing his still-recovering coordination in the process, thus ending up on the ground. Dean sighed as he carried the soiled towels and sheets down to Andre to take to the laundry. He should have come sooner. Yes, he always erred on the side of trusting Braeden, of doing what he asked rather than imposing his own will on him, but really. He should have known better than to trust the insistence of a post-op brain tumor patient. Even if said patient was objectively one of the smartest men in the world. Upstairs, Dean fitted a new mattress protector and set of sheets onto the bed. The shower stopped running, but Dean didn’t expect to see Braeden right away. Instead, he settled himself on the bed and pulled out his phone, briefly researching “cerebellum” and “bladder control.” While Dean was reading, Andre brought up a tray of fruit, cheese, and pastries, along with a carafe of water and glasses. Since Braeden had slept so long, Dean promised to make sure his friend ate, then went back to his reading. Months ago, Dean had noticed Braeden’s symptoms possibly before Braeden himself did. The two had spent so much time together as friends and business partners (though, admittedly, they did both tend to spend far too much time at work) that Dean knew Braeden better than anyone else in the world. The jerky movements and uncharacteristic clumsiness had been jarring to both of them, and it hadn’t taken much to convince Braeden to see a doctor. The diagnostic and treatment processes had moved quickly. Dean had known Braeden was scared, despite his stoicism, but Braeden had been quite insistent that Dean stay in California. “Please, Dean,” Braeden had begged. “I’ll be in the best hands possible, but I won’t be able to focus on recovery if I’m worried about the company. And you know I won’t worry if you’re here.” Dean shook his head at the memory. Braeden had been sincere, staring at Dean with wide, imploring eyes. So Dean had stayed, keeping in contact with his friend digitally, trying to learn as much about Braeden’s prognosis as he shared about the company’s progress. Even though Braeden eschewed video chat – he’d explained to Dean before he left that he didn’t want to team seeing him with gauze and stitches after surgery – Dean could hear the frustration in his voice over the past few weeks as doctors refused to sign off on his return to the US. Raising his head at the sound of the bathroom door, Dean saw Braeden emerge, hair damp and mussed, holding his wet pajamas crumpled in one hand. Dean didn’t speak – not yet – but he did watch carefully, taking in his friend’s movements. Braeden had never been what one would call athletic or graceful, but he’d been confident and purposeful in his stride. Now, he moved more slowly, more deliberately. Physically, he looked far more stable than he did before the surgery, but he looked more cautious now. Diminished. And Dean knew that wasn’t just physical. For a second, Dean worried that Braeden would try to take his soiled clothes all the way downstairs, a task that Dean wasn’t sure Braeden was up to, especially since he hadn’t eaten in over 14 hours. Fortunately, Braeden simply deposited the bundle in the hamper. Dean let out a quiet sigh of relief. Still silent, Braeden made his way over to the other side of the bed and settled himself next to Dean. They weren’t touching – there were still a couple of feet between them on the king mattress – but Dean set his phone down, ready to listen. “Did you reschedule the translator for the Egyptian group?” Dean nodded, completely nonplussed by the fact that Braeden, yet again, started with shop talk. “Ebony in mechanics speaks fluent Egyptian Arabic, and Moishe in accounting has agreed to step in. Dr. Haddad assures me that most of his team speak English, but we want to make sure everyone can understand everyone else.” “Mmmm.” There were another few moments of quiet. This was how they worked; Dean hadn’t earned Braeden’s unequivocal trust by being demanding or asking intrusive questions. He just made himself available, waiting until Braeden was ready to speak. “The tumor…” Braeden began softly. “It grew into the ven-“ “Ventromedial cerebellum,” Dean finished, speaking in tandem. He also hadn’t earned Braeden’s trust by playing dumb. Both men were always up front with their knowledge of each other. “I looked it up while you were in the shower.” “I…” Braeden’s breath hitched. He worried the hem of his shirt and bit the inside of his lower lip. He took a deep breath and started again. “There were no symptoms the first few weeks,” he explained, voice steady now. “It was the week before the probable surgery. Dr. Black was just finalizing the surgical plan. He was going to do one more MRI. Everything was progressing smoothly.” Dean listened intently. He’d already surmised the gist of what Braeden hadn’t been telling him over the past few weeks – that Braeden’s tumor had grown to impinge on an area of the brain that impacted bladder control, leading to issues with continence – but the medical facts wouldn’t help him be a good friend. He needed to hear Braeden’s story. “And then…” Braeden shifted slightly, sitting up straighter against the headboard. His voice had taken on a clinical quality, a typical defense mechanism. He needed to get through this explanation, and he wouldn’t be able to do that if he allowed himself to re-feel the fear and humiliation of the last couple of months. “I had an accident one morning with Andre,” Braeden narrated, still not making eye contact. “It was completely unexpected. I didn’t even feel like I needed to go.” Dean held back a gasp. He was used to reading between the lines of Braeden’s explanations, but being surrounded by veritable strangers for so long must’ve made Braeden starving for understanding. He was giving far more detail than Dean was used to. Braeden continued. “Based on the unexpected nature of the accident, Dr. Black moved up the MRI, and that’s when they discovered the protrusion into the ventromedial cerebellum. They decided to schedule surgery almost right away to minimize potential long term impact.” Braeden paused, and Dean looked over at his friend. Braeden’s head was down, and his was still winding the hem of his shirt in his fingers. He was unsure, nervous, and- “There’s really no research on ventromedial cerebellar tumors,” Braeden said softly, and Dean’s suspicions were confirmed. “ MRI studies have implicated the area in people with overactive bladders, but no one really knows why or how it works. So they really couldn’t tell me what to expect.” That was it. The uncertainty. Braeden was a scientist. He saw a problem, he developed a solution. That’s how his mind worked. When he didn’t have all the necessary variables, he became uneasy. And when those unexplained variables meant that he was at risk for wetting himself without warning… “I’ve been doing continence therapy and exercises with a urologist,” Braeden went on, “but I just…I never know what else is going to cause it.” Dean felt his eyes fill with tears. He heard the tremor sneak into his friend’s voice, and it broke his heart. “Pain? I piss myself,” Braeden’s voice was bitter and his eyes were dark. “Fatigue? I piss myself. A marginally unfamiliar subway station? I fucking piss myself!” Without hesitating, Dean reached out and stroked Braeden’s hair, tucking it behind his ear. Braeden leaned unconsciously into the touch. “I went to the hospital yesterday for a follow-up appointment,” Braeden explained, sniffling. “And Kerry – my therapist – and I took the subway on the way back to work on my stamina. I knew I had to pee, but it wasn’t bad or anything, but then the walls around the escalator were angled weird and it threw off my equilibrium.” Swiping the back of his hand under his eyes, Braeden went on. “I thought I was doing better,” he murmured. “And then I try to go out in public, and I have an accident in front of everyone in the station. And I had no idea it was coming.” He finally looked up at Dean, his eyes filled with tears. “And I have no idea how to make it stop.” “Bray…” Dean reached out and slid over, wrapping his arm around Braeden’s shoulder. Braeden crumpled, curling into his friend’s side. Dean stretched his other arm across his body, enveloping Braeden completely. He felt the smaller man trembling, felt tears drip onto his arm. Braeden never made noise when he cried. Not that he cried very often to begin with. The volume of tears and the near-violent shaking told Dean that Braeden had needed this embrace for far too long. But the time for self-excoriation was later. Now, he just had to be there for his best friend. Dean held Braeden for nearly a half hour. Braeden cried for a full fifteen minutes, exhausting himself with the emotional release. When Dean was sure he was done crying, he hand-fed Braeden some toast, keeping his promise to Andre to get some food into the tired patient. After he’d finally gotten to cry (and eat), Braeden’s breathing finally evened out. Dean kept his arms around him, and Braeden made no effort to move from the comforting embrace. “Dean?” he finally broke the silence, soft and scared. “What if it never stops?” “Oh, Bray.” Dean squeezed a little tighter, knowing that he didn’t have an answer that Braeden would like. “What if I can never figure it out?” Braeden asked, his voice still very small. “What if there’s always something else out there that could confuse my brain and make me have an accident?” Dean took a deep breath. “You know that’s a possibility, Bray,” he said gently. “It’s not likely, but I can’t honestly tell you it won’t happen. But…” Propping Braeden up into a sitting position, Dean gazed sincerely into his friend’s red-rimmed and tear-glazed eyes. “…you are a genius, Braeden Holt.” Braeden looked down, turning away slightly, but Dean cupped his chin. “There is nothing you can’t create. If you need ultra-thin, super-subtle briefs to make yourself feel safe, then you can invent them.” “But-“ “I can fabricate – or solicit, I suppose – a request from a care product company,” Dean interrupted, anticipating Braeden’s argument. “No one would know it was for you.” Braeden’s shoulders slumped. “That would take months,” he said, defeated. “What do I do until then?” “Same thing you always do, Brain,” Dean paraphrased. “You let me help.” Raising his eyes, Braeden stared into the honest, familiar face of his closest friend. All the medical expertise in the world couldn’t provide what Braeden realized he really needed. “You promise?” Dean felt a surge of affection at the earnest, innocent question. He smiled softly. “Always.” *** Dean stayed in London for another two weeks, providing much needed emotional comfort for Braeden. Within three days, he’d secured an innovation request from an incontinence product company to create thinner, less obvious absorbent underwear. Braeden drew up some specs and sent them to a newly-appointed R&D team back at JamTech, who started development. It was another month before Braeden got the OK to return to California, with the promise that he would live with Dean for at least the remainder of the year. Dean’s house was big enough that neither of the men minded the stipulation, and both honestly felt better at the idea of Braeden not living alone. With some convincing from Dean, Braeden agreed to work remotely for the first few weeks after he returned, then ease back into the office. Dean’s home, like Braeden’s, was very close to the company campus, so Braeden didn’t feel too isolated. Many days, Dean would join him, at least for a few hours, to work on projects and liaise with the teams over the phone. When Braeden did return to the office, his shy smile didn’t come close to conveying the overwhelming gratitude he felt for enthusiastic welcome party the company threw. When Dean told him later that the employees had planned it all themselves, that Dean had nothing to do with it, Braeden nearly cried. As predicted, the speed of the new absorbent underwear project didn’t quite meet Braeden’s every need. The flight back from London to LA – that Dean joined him for – was rough on Braeden’s senses. He wet himself twice, once in his sleep and once during the landing. Even in business class, their flight attendants and fellow passengers were none the wiser. Dean hadn’t even had to suggest that Braeden wear briefs for the flight; Braeden was nervous enough about being surrounded by strangers for 10 hours that he did it himself. Back in California, Braeden wore the briefs at night while he got over jet lag, but was insistent on not wearing protection during the day. He was staying at home, he insisted, so he was more than capable of managing his own bathroom schedule. Consequently, when he had an accident during an excessively long conference call with the Egyptian engineers back in Alexandria, he stormed for an entire day. Even Dean kept his distance. Still, despite the occasional setback, Braeden continued his remarkable progress. He was less frustrated under Dean’s knowing ministrations. He kept in casual touch with Andre, who would pass along the greetings of Kerry and the rest of the nursing and therapy teams. Dr. Black and Dr. Marshall would share their pride at his progress during their periodic check-ins and videoconference meetings with Braeden’s LA neurologist. And finally, when one year had passed since the surgery, Braeden sat down with Dean over a quiet steak dinner. “Dr. Black said you’d never know I had a tumor,” Braeden said, a bit sardonically. He took a sip of wine. “He said all of my numbers indicate ‘ideal’ functioning for a man my age.” He made air quotes around the word “ideal,” and Dean snorted. They both knew that Braeden wasn’t the same person he was before the tumor. He hadn’t experienced a total personality shift, of course, but a brush with mortality, however, distant, changes people. Braeden was more accepting of support and, relatedly, more enthusiastic in his support of others. He’d always been a kind boss, but now, he celebrated his employees’ successes more openly, sharing stories of people that had been helped by their technology around the world. “I’ve always thought you were the ideal man,” Dean teased, winking exaggeratedly. Braeden threw a napkin at Dean, but grinned. Dean batted the napkin away and look across the table fondly. “You’ve done great, Bray,” he said. “I know it’s been hard, but I’m so proud of you.” Braeden smiled, a sight Dean never grew tired of. “You know I couldn’t have done it without you. I mean,” he smirked, “I could have done most of it without you…” Understandably, Dean threw the napkin back at its owner. “…but no matter what I accomplished physically,” Braeden continued, “I wouldn’t have survived the way I did without you.” Dean tilted his head to the side, letting the honest compliment sink in. He raised his glass. “Well, here’s to us, then surviving one hell of a year.” Braeden mirrored Dean, clinking his own glass against Dean’s. “To us.” Edited December 2, 2018 by Sapphire3619 (see edit history)
This story was a prompt from Sam996 so you can thank him for the idea! Hopefully it delivers as well as he hoped for. ——————————————— The whole thing was stupid really. Chelsea hadn’t even wanted to do the stupid prank. Absolutely nothing about graffitiing her neighbor’s house appealed to her, no matter how uptight and obnoxious the man was. But Brittany had insisted it would be fun and so Chelsea, against her better judgment, listened. Now the two sat in a holding cell, waiting to get their one phone call so they could beg one of their friends to come bail them out. “This is all your fault,” Chelsea whined morosely. “You’re being over dramatic. I’m just going to call Bill and he’ll come bail us out soon,” Brittany rolled her eyes. “Soon isn’t soon enough Britanny! I have to-“ Chelsea quickly looked around the room then lowered her voice and whispered until brittany’s ear, “you know- I have to go,”. “Oh my god there’s literally a toilet right there Chels,” “I can’t use that! It’s all out in the open. Everyone could watch,” “Then hold it. Just stop complaining. Before you know it we’ll be Scott free, and I swear I won’t harass you to do dumb shit with me for at least another couple days,” Brittany finally told her before one of the guards came over to let Brittany know it was time for her phone call. Chelsea now sat alone and uneasy. She was clad in black spandex leggings and a short sleeved black tee shirt because it was supposed to be a stealthy outfit. While a great idea at the time, it meant that the cold air of the cell was really getting to her, causing her to shiver. She had also worn a little white thong beneath her leggings to avoid pantylines although she now felt a little silly for doing so. After all of the goal we’re to not be seen then she probably could’ve aimed for comfort instead of style but it was too late to change that now. It felt as if Brittany were taking forever as Chelsea crossed one leg over the other and began to bounce her leg. When she finally did return, Chelsea was eager for the distraction from her increasing desperation that she felt was beginning to draw suspicious glances. “Have you still not gone?” Brittany asked. When Chelsea shook her head no Brittany balked at her. “Why not? You clearly have to go pretty badly,” Brittany pointed out. “There’s no way I’m going out in the open like that,” Chelsea huffed, even as she began to squirm in her seat. “There’s literally only one other person in here,” Brittany began, pointing to the woman in question on the other side of the cell. “Yes but one person is enough! Plus all the guards can see in here!” Chelsea squeaked. “Geez, it’s really nothing to worry about, let me show you,” Brittany declared, standing up. Chelsea’s eyes went wide when she realized what her friend was about to do. The already heavy weight of her bladder seemed to increase ten fold as she watched her friend make her way over to the small toilet in the corner. She couldn’t help but stare as Brittany proceeded to pull down her gray jeans and blue panties and plop down on the toilet, sighing a bit in relief as she released her own bladder. Chelsea simultaneously couldn’t watch and couldn’t look away as the sound of Brittany lightly relieving herself floated towards her ears and the look of Brittany deflating just the slightest bit, exposed to the world as she was, filled her sight. No one else seemed to pay Brittany any mind but the sight was torture for poor Chelsea’s bladder which spasmed in reaction. She yelped and moaned, shoving her hands into her crotch, as a large leak burst out of her bladder. It sailed easily through her thong and was only barely deterred by the spandex, causing the metallic sound of liquid hitting the metal bench beneath her to ring out briefly and the material of her leggings to grow wet and shiny at the crotch. After Brittany had wiped herself off and pulled back up her pants and underwear she made her way over to Chelsea, she opened her mouth to say something but paused in her tracks when she noticed Chelsea’s state. She decided to change tactics and bent down in front of Chelsea, making the poor desperate girl meet her eyes. “Chelsea, you’re going to have to use the toilet or else you’re going to wet yourself,” she told her gently. “I don’t want ta,” Chelsea responded petulantly. At this, Brittany gave up with a sigh and simply said alright, retaking her seat. Chelsea suffered through for another ten minutes, getting side eyed looks from both Brittany and her other cell mate whenever she’d leak and let out a little whimper as a result. At that point she could no longer take it and announced as much as she waddled over to the toilet, both hands gripping onto her crotch to hold back the flood. The back of her leggings were noticeably shiny from the leaking she’d done and she’d left a small puddle in her seat. She struggled for a moment while she was trying to remove her garments and relieve herself before finally managing to pull down her wet leggings, giving up on her thong and pissing straight through it into the toilet. All of the pressure made for a torrent and all of the guards who hadn’t already begun watching Chelsea out of morbid curiosity couldn’t help but look at the source of the loud hissing and splattering noises that came from Chelsea’s relief. They were all so transfixed that they missed another guard bringing in Chelsea and Brittany’s friend Bill to release them with him since he had paid their bail. Bill could only stare as well as Chelsea’s stream finally petered out. “Thank God,” Chelsea moaned only to bring her eyes up and notice everyone staring at her, including Bill. Her face turned absolutely scarlet and she remained frozen on the toilet for a moment, before finally recovering enough to quickly wipe herself as dry as she could and then pull back up her wet leggings with a wince. The guard who had accompanied Bill awkwardly made his way over to the cell, unlocked it, and gestured for her and Brittany to exit. “You both are uh free to go. Your bail’s been posted,” he told them, cheeks a ruddy red color as he avoided eye contact with Chelsea. If his eyes did dart towards her crotch one or two times, well, no one noticed enough to comment on it. As Chelsea, Brittany, and Bill made their way out of the police station, Brittany suddenly broke the quiet saying “Ok, maybe I’ll wait a whole two weeks to drag you out to do some dumb shit,”. Although the comment earned her a glare, it also broke some of the tension in the air between the three of them and by the time they were driving back home, the whole event had solidified itself in all of their heads as a memory not to be soon forgotten.
It was the middle of summer, and a dark blue van sat in the middle of a traffic jam. The Equestria Girls had spent yesterday having fun in another city two hours away from the city they lived in. Today they were on their way back home, but had been stopped just half an hour out of the city by a long line of cars that were only moving a little once every several minutes. Twilight Sparkle was driving, wearing her Legend of Everfree outfit, a light blue T-shirt and short, fairly tight purple shorts. In the passenger seat beside her sat Sunset Shimmer, who wore a black T-shirt and jeans. Rarity sat in the middle left seat, wearing her usual light blue shirt and purple skirt. Beside her sat Fluttershy, wearing her usual white tank top and green skirt. They both wore panties of the same color as their skirts underneath. In the back seat, from left to right, sat Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack. Rainbow Dash was wearing her usual white T-shirt and blue jacket with black compression shorts under a pink and white mini skirt. Pinkie Pie and Applejack wore similar T-shirts, respectively with pink and green sleeves, and jean shorts that, while equally tight, differed in that Pinkie's looked folded at the edges and Applejack's were cutoffs (and a little dirty). The girls had been sitting in the traffic jam for an hour, and so naturally they needed to pee. Especially Pinkie Pie, who drank lots of soda this morning and on the drive, and had been pretty desperate before the traffic jam. She fidgeted in her seat, crossing her legs and wishing she'd asked them to stop at a gas station earlier. And as if being stuck in a traffic jam wasn't bad enough, it had been raining very hard for the past half hour. The sight and sounds of the rain made the girls even more uncomfortable. "Does anyone have a jar or anything I can pee into?" said Pinkie. "Those pop cans won't work! I know, I tried once." "I imagine that was rather messy," said Rarity, trying hard not to think of it as she crossed her legs and fidgeted slightly. "I don't think we have anything," said Twilight, who fidgeted in her front seat holding herself with one hand, and her other hand on the steering wheel. Fluttershy was hiding all signs of desperation, but she was sweating a little and also fidgeting slightly. "Hurry up!" said Rainbow Dash out the window. "Some of us have to pee!" She often had to hold it in during games, and had never once wet herself as far as she could remember, but she was concerned she might not make it this time. "You mean ALL of us!" said Applejack, who was also used to holding it around the farm to get more work done, but was very uncomfortable. "Don't say it so the whole world can hear!" said Rarity, blushing lightly. "She's right though," said Sunset. "If we don't get moving soon, the seats of the car will get very wet." "Cleaning the seats won't be a problem, but that's the least of our concerns," said Twilight. She moaned as she could feel her bladder filling up more. "I'd REALLY prefer not to suffer this humiliation again. Or for any of you to." "Again?" said Rainbow Dash. Twilight blushed. "I had a lot to drink, and the streets were busy. But the seat cleaned just fine, and at least then no one was there to see it. And my shorts washed perfectly, so it's not like they're dirty now. I don't usually... it was one time." "It's all right Twilight," said Sunset. "It could happen to any of us." "It might happen to ALL of us!" said Rainbow Dash. Several minutes went by, and they made very little progress as they moved ahead slightly every few minutes. Then, when the rain stopped, Applejack looked out the window and saw a dirt road. "Ah know that road," said Applejack. "I've taken it before. It leads straight into the city. A far side from where we live, or the nearest gas station, but it's better than here!" The girls all felt better knowing this. However, there wasn't enough room to turn onto this road yet. The girls fidgeted impatiently waiting to get close enough to turn. Twilight honked her horn a few times. After what felt like hours, they finally reached the dirt road. Twilight turned onto the road and drove down it. She was tempted to go over the speed limit of 60 miles per hour, but she knew getting pulled over for speeding would definitely have wet results. The rain had turned the dirt of the road into very slick mud. Mud splattered on the back window of the van, so Twilight had the windshield wipers on. "Goodness, I'd HATE to walk on this road," said Rarity. The sight of this mud repulsed her so, but less so than wetting herself. She was fidgeting harder now, but felt better knowing she would find relief soon. If she could just hold it for about a half hour. Maybe a little more, as they were going at a slower speed. "We're about ten minutes away," said Applejack, looking at her watch while crossing her legs. "We might just make it." Suddenly a deer ran in front of their van. Fluttershy let out a whimper (and nearly something else) and covered her eyes. Twilight slammed the brakes. The van came to a stop, digging a bit into the mud. The deer stared at the headlights for a few seconds, and then walked to the other side. "That was close," said Twilight. She stepped on the gas pedal again. The van wouldn't move. Twilight stepped on the gas again, but it was no use. "Uh-oh," said Twilight. "What?" said Rainbow Dash, holding herself tighter while Fluttershy whimpered, Rarity crossed her legs tighter, and Pinkie leaked into her underwear slightly. "I think we're stuck." "But I really really really REALLY gotta go!" said Pinkie. Twilight kept pressing the gas pedal, but the van came no closer to getting unstuck. As she did so, her desperation increased, as did the other girls, and they started to fidget harder. Even Fluttershy was having a hard time concealing her desperation. After about ten minutes, Rainbow Dash said "I'll get out and push." "Me too," said Applejack. "Are you sure?" said Twilight. "It might get very messy." "We'll all be worse than messy if we don't get movin' soon," said Applejack. "If you don't mind cleanin' mud off the seats." "That won't be a problem." "Please tell me you brought your geodes," said Rarity, fidgeting more. "No, we left them at home," said Rainbow Dash, wishing with all her might that she hadn't. Rainbow Dash and Applejack opened their doors and walked behind the car. Standing up their need to pee felt greater than ever. They put their hands on the back of the van and pushed. At the same time, Twilight stepped on the gas pedal. The wheels splashed mud all over Rainbow Dash and Applejack, but they didn't flinch and kept pushing. "Oh, I hope this works," said Rarity. "I'd hate to be in their position." "You know they don't mind getting dirty," said Sunset. Rainbow and Applejack pushed harder. A combination of this and the wetness of the mud that now covered them from head to toe made them leak for several seconds. At first they were mortified, but then they realized that in their current state, this would go unnoticed. They were already wet and dirty, after all. And, as soon as Twilight hit the gas again, Rainbow Dash and Applejack let go and started to pee in their muddy shorts. The mud splattered on their legs faster than the pee could rinse it off, despite how strong their streams were. They both let out sighs of relief, almost enjoying the warm wetness in the middle of the mud. They looked at each other, blushing at first out of embarrassment at essentially revealing to each other that they were wetting themselves. But, realizing that they were both doing the same thing, they chuckled, feeling both amused and relieved. Several minutes went by, and Twilight kept hitting the gas pedal as hard as she could, while Rainbow Dash and Applejack pushed as hard as they could, but all it achieved was splashing more mud on the two athletes. And although they had gotten their relief and avoided humiliation, the other five girls still needed to pee really badly. Pinkie Pie's bladder was overflowing to bursting point and she was squirming the hardest in her seat, a pained look on her face. Twilight was frantically slamming the gas pedal, Sunset and Rarity were fidgeting harder with their legs crossed, and Fluttershy was still fidgeting slightly, pressing her legs together while still not crossing them. "Hurry up!" cried Pinkie. "I'm about to burst!" Rainbow Dash and Applejack had been pushing for half an hour before Pinkie let out a moan and stopped fidgeting. Twilight, Sunset, Rarity, and Fluttershy could hear the unmistakable sound of a powerful stream against denim, and the distinctive scent of urine entered their nostrils. Pinkie had her eyes closed tight as her shorts grew wetter and wetter. As soon as she realized she couldn't stop peeing, she stopped trying to hold it in. She opened her eyes with her eyelids half down and let out a deep, involuntary sigh of relief. It felt so nice after holding it in for so long, that at this moment she didn't even care that she was wetting her shorts in front of her friends. "Oh no, Pinkie..." said Fluttershy. She felt really bad for her, suffering such a humiliating accident. Rarity felt just as bad for her, but her attention was diverted when she leaked a little in her underwear. She was sure the sound of Pinkie peeing had done this. She unbuckled her seat belt, deciding she was desperate enough to take desperate measures. "I'm going to get out and push." "Are you serious?" said Twilight. "Look at how dirty Rainbow Dash and Applejack are." "I'd rather get dirty than wet myself." "Well, any help would be appreciated! Thank you, Rarity." Rarity stepped outside, cringing as her shoes squelched in the mud. At first she wondered whether it was worth it, but a four-second leak that soaked her panties made her decision. There was no way she was going to make it, and if she was going to wet herself, she'd prefer for it to be unnoticed, and the mud would hide it perfectly and spare her humiliation. Plus, if she really did make a difference and get the van to move, then Twilight, Sunset, and Fluttershy could possibly make it. She walked behind the van, between Rainbow Dash and Applejack, who stifled chuckles, as they were sure they knew exactly what Rarity was up to. As Rarity started pushing on the van alongside Rainbow Dash and Applejack, Twilight slammed on the gas, and Rarity let out a little squeal as the mud splashed her, dirtying her entire dress in a matter of seconds. Once she got over the disgust of being covered in mud, she hesitated, finding it difficult to voluntarily urinate on herself. But, the effort of pushing the van caused her to leak, which was the last push she needed. Before this leak could stop, Rarity started to pee harder. Soon she was peeing full force. She blushed a little, looking down at her legs, but the splashing mud prevented her pee from being seen. She felt relieved, although she also felt dirty for reasons that had nothing to do with mud. Then, Twilight took her foot off the gas. Rarity's pee started to wash the mud off her legs. She was sure Rainbow Dash and Applejack would see what she was doing. So she did the only thing she could. She deliberately slipped in the mud and fell. She landed face-first in the muck, and continued to pee in this position. She could hear the sound of it, but Rainbow Dash and Applejack didn't seem to notice. They were chuckling a bit, but likely just because she fell. It occurred to Rarity that they probably went down the same path as her, which made her feel a little less dirty about what she did. Then Twilight hit the gas again, and more waves of mud splashed over Rarity as she lay facedown, peeing in her dress. Meanwhile, Pinkie peed for over three minutes. "Ahhhhhhh, that's better," she sighed once she finished. Her shorts were drenched and reeked of piss, and the seat around her was soaked. She blushed lightly and giggled nervously, the embarrassment of her accident sinking in, but no one was making fun of her. She'd probably laugh about this in the future. As soon as Rarity finished wetting herself, she got back up and continued to push. For twenty minutes, Twilight hit the gas pedal as far as it would go while fidgeting and holding herself, and Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity pushed as hard as they could, while Pinkie sat in her wet shorts, Sunset continued to squirm, and Fluttershy was now starting to cross her legs and fidget a little harder. Then, the engine stopped. "Oh no, no, no!" said Twilight. "What?" said Sunset, very concerned. "I just ran out of gas." The other girls moaned. Rainbow Dash and Applejack walked up to the window, having deduced what happened. "We'll run home and get our geodes," said Rainbow Dash. "We'll be as fast as we can! I hope you all make it." But it'd be pretty funny if they didn't. "Thank you," said Twilight, who was in desperate need of a bathroom. Rainbow Dash and Applejack ran down the dirt road, mud splashing with every step they took. Rarity walked up to Twilight's window. "You're absolutely sure it's all right if I get this filth on your seat?" "Mud is even easier to clean than pee stains," said Twilight. "Climb in while we wait for Applejack and Rainbow Dash to return." Rarity wiped as much mud off herself as she could, though her outfit was still saturated in mud, and she climbed into the seat beside Fluttershy. "Are you all right, Pinkie Pie?" said Rarity. "I'm wet and a teeny tiny bit embarrassed, but other than that, I'm doing pretty good." Pinkie giggled, a little uncomfortable from sitting in her pee for 20 minutes, but she was mostly over the humiliation now. "How are you doing, Rarity?" "Just fine, considering how dirty I am." "I know what you did." Rarity blushed beet red. "How did you know?" "You're not fidgeting anymore like Twilight, Sunset, and Fluttershy are! Don't worry, I promise I'll never tell." "You just told them." "Do you really think they haven't noticed?" "Of course we did, but we were going to be quiet about it to spare her the humiliation," said Sunset. "And at least you were already wet," said Pinkie. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Applejack and Rainbow Dash didn't hold it all that time either." Rarity at least felt better knowing her friends weren't making fun of her for it. "It's just so unladylike to pee in my dress..." "When you were already covered in mud," Twilight reminded her. "I almost want to do it myself, but I'll try to hold it until Applejack and Rainbow Dash get back." "Me too," said Sunset, not wanting to roll around in the mud knowing that the other girls would know why. Fluttershy was going to stay in the van too. Even if four of the girls had already wet themselves, three of them while covered in mud, Fluttershy was too shy to do it even if she could roll around in the mud to make sure it wouldn't show. She knew none of her friends would think less of her for it, but it would still be extremely embarrassing. She considered going outside, but there were no trees or bushes to hide behind, and she was less willing to pull her panties down with a risk of being seen than to wet herself. She moaned as she crossed her legs and fidgeted. Ten minutes went by. Twenty minutes. Twilight, Sunset, and Fluttershy's desperation increased with each one, and they fidgeted harder, waiting for Rainbow Dash and Applejack to return. Twilight was used to holding it in for extended periods of time while studying or making inventions. She'd always visit the bathroom when she really needed to, although she had leaked on a few occasions. Sunset had a strong bladder, because ponies had stronger bladders than the average human, and she was sure her transformation into a human did not change that. But while both of them needed to pee really badly and were not sure they were going to make it, Fluttershy was having a harder time holding it in than either of them. While she had never wet herself in front of anyone else before, she knew she was close to bursting point. Despite having the least to drink, she had only outlasted four of her friends because Pinkie had drank much more than her, and Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity had pushed on the van and - she was sure - had deliberately wet themselves while covered in mud so no one would notice. "Fluttershy, darling, are you all right?" said Rarity, who was concerned about Fluttershy's predicament. "I... I don't think I can hold it," whimpered Fluttershy. "Just try your best. They'll be back soon, and if you don't make it, no one can blame you. I would have lost it if I'd listened to Pinkie wetting herself any longer." Fluttershy let out a squeak. "Are you all right?" "No..." She had just leaked into her underwear. "Hold on, Fluttershy." Fluttershy had her hand between her legs, leaking every few seconds, her heart pounding with fear at having an accident. Soon came a five-second leak, and then a seven-second leak, soaking her panties further and dampening her skirt. And then, finally, her bladder gave out. She started peeing a steady stream into her dress, soaking its crotch and butt, and the seat under her. She knew how wet her panties must be by now. She desperately tried to stop her stream, whimpering, but it kept flowing out of her, making a hissing sound a bit quieter than Pinkie. Twilight and Sunset felt bad for Fluttershy, and the sound of her peeing made it harder for them to hold it in. Rarity stared as Fluttershy wet herself beside her. Fluttershy put her head in her hands and started sobbing. "There, there, Fluttershy," said Rarity, putting her hand on her back. She regretted this at first because her hand still had mud on it and was getting a bit of it on Fluttershy, but Fluttershy was more concerned about her accident. "You did your best, and it would have happened to just about anyone in this situation." "Yeah, I think I'm gonna do the same thing really soon," said Twilight, crossing her legs now that she no longer had to keep her foot on the pedals. "And we'll have a nice long get-together at the spa tomorrow," said Rarity. Fluttershy stopped sobbing, feeling a little better at Rarity's words. She accepted that she was peeing herself, and relaxed, letting her stream soak her dress and seat while flooding her panties. At this time Pinkie needed to pee again too. At first she held it, but hearing Fluttershy pee made her leak. She remembered her shorts were already wet, so surely wetting them again couldn't hurt. No one noticed her re-wet herself, since Rarity's attention was on Fluttershy, and Twilight and Sunset were trying to hold it in. About fifteen minutes after Fluttershy finished wetting herself - and she had to admit to herself she did like the relief - Rainbow Dash suddenly ran up to the van with her super speed, carrying Applejack with her. "We're here!" said Rainbow Dash. "I hope you didn't wet yourselves already." "Sunset and I are about to," said Twilight. "Hold on," said Applejack. "This is gonna get bumpy." Applejack picked up the van with both hands. "Can you use your speed to pull us?" said Sunset, crossing her legs and fidgeting hard. "Sure thing," said Rainbow Dash. Applejack sat down in the mud while still holding the van above her head. Rainbow Dash tied a rope around Applejack's waist, and tied the other end around her own. "But remember to come to a gradual stop at the end of the mud," said Twilight. "If we come to a sudden stop, we could go flying out of Applejack's hands." She felt another jolt in her throbbing bladder and moaned. "And even if we don't, the shock could make us wet ourselves," said Sunset. "All right," said Rainbow Dash. "Hold on!" She started to run with the geode's power. Applejack slid along the slick mud and kept a hold of the van above her head. Twilight and Sunset tried their hardest to hold it, but the fast ride was making it a little difficult. Still, they knew they'd arrive at a bathroom sooner than if Applejack carried them on foot. Fluttershy was sure she might have lost it here if she hadn't already. She felt how wet her skirt was, but was feeling much less embarrassed after Rarity's words of comfort. "Whee!" said Pinkie Pie, enjoying the ride. It only lasted a few seconds before Rainbow Dash slowed to a stop at the end of the dirt road. Applejack kept a hold of the van the entire time. Rainbow Dash helped her to her feet, as she would have had a harder time standing up without putting her hands on the ground, and they ran through the city towards the nearest gas station, Applejack still carrying the van. This part of the trip took several minutes, during which both Twilight and Sunset leaked a little. They knew it would be very close, they'd either just make it or be a little too late. They hoped it was the former. At long last, they reached a gas station, and Applejack set the van down in front of a pump. "I'll refuel," said Pinkie, who had her credit card with her. She stepped outside. There weren't any other cars here today so no one could see Pinkie's state, and even so she didn't care much at this point. Twilight and Sunset ran outside and into the convenience store to get to the bathroom as fast as they could. They knew this gas station. Its bathroom had multiple stalls. They were grateful for this, as a single stall bathroom would mean one of them would have to wet herself, and whoever didn't would feel bad about it. In the time it took them to decide, they might both have an accident. Dribbling a bit, they entered the bathroom, and to their delight the stalls were all empty. Twilight and Sunset each ran into a stall and locked it behind them. Twilight leaked a little more, dampening her shorts. She pulled them down just before a longer leak that soaked her white panties. But she managed to pull these down, sit on the toilet, and let go, experiencing immense relief. Sure, her shorts were a little wet, but she had avoided a full-blown accident. Sunset, however, was not as fortunate. She tried to undo the zipper on her jeans, but to her dismay, it was stuck. She couldn't believe it. She was this close to finding relief, but her zipper was stuck. As she frantically pulled, she leaked more into her black panties, and the crotch of her jeans grew damper with each leak. "Come on, come on, come on!" Sunset pulled on her zipper as hard as she could, but it wouldn't budge. Twilight could hear Sunset and felt concerned for her. After desperately pulling on her zipper for about a minute, Sunset couldn't hold it anymore. Her jeans went from damp to soaking wet and a loud hissing could be heard. Sunset quickly sat on the toilet; she knew it was too late for her pants, but she could at least avoid making a puddle on the floor. She sighed in a mixture of disappointment and relief as she peed through her jeans into the toilet. Twilight heard Sunset's pee splashing into the toilet beside her and initially thought Sunset made it, until she realized the sound of pee soaking denim could be heard, and cringed. Sunset had to admit, she liked the warm wetness a little, or would have if the situation hadn't been so embarrassing. She felt so foolish using her pants as a toilet, sitting on a real toilet with her pants up and peeing as if they were down. But she couldn't deny how the relief felt after holding it for as long as she did. She closed her eyes to take in the full feeling of relief as her pee continued to soak her crotch and butt, passing through her jeans and into the toilet. There wasn't a single dry spot on her panties. Twilight finished peeing a minute before Sunset did. She pulled her wet panties and her shorts back up and felt them. Her shorts were definitely damp and smelled a little, but she knew it could have been much worse, and likely was for Sunset. She walked out of her stall and stood by the door of Sunset's stall, waiting for her to finish. When Sunset was done wetting her pants, she stood up, flushed the toilet, and opened the door of her stall. She blushed as she saw Twilight standing before her, knowing Twilight could see the wet spot on her jeans. "Did you have better luck than me?" "A bit." Twilight blushed lightly, and Sunset saw the damp spot on Twilight's shorts. But Twilight didn't feel too embarrassed, since Sunset was wetter than her. Twilight and Sunset walked back to the van, fortunately keeping out of sight. They got back into their seats. By now Applejack and Rainbow Dash were sitting on either side of Pinkie Pie in the back seat, Rainbow Dash holding in her chuckles at the state Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy were in and how long they had to sit in their pee. "Did you make it?" said Fluttershy. "No," said Sunset, blushing lightly. "My zipper got stuck and I couldn't get my pants off." "Oh my," said Rarity while Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie stifled chuckles. "Well, you feel better as soon as you can, and I'll make a new pair of jeans for you with zippers that will move much smoother." Sunset was grateful for this. "Thank you, Rarity." "What about you, Twilight?" "Mostly," said Twilight. "I got my shorts down, but they got a little damp, and my underwear was soaked." "Well, at least you're drier than the rest of us," said Applejack. The girls all laughed in spite of themselves, now finding the entire incident to be funny, and Twilight began driving them back to their houses to wash off. Rarity especially was looking forward to this, as she was covered in mud and smelled of urine. "Applejack, can you come in with me and pull my zipper down?" said Sunset. "Sure," said Applejack.
Hey folks! It's been a long time, but I've always liked this series, and at the behest of folks who wanted some more, I'm diving back into it. I'm including (In separate comments) each chapter. I hope you like it, and I'll write more soon. Chapter 1: Samantha of Northcrest. You, yes?" The guard captain was of the quiet sort, more befitting an scholar than a bloodied veteran of two wars. But Sam knew the man's prowess. Songs were sung of Gin Veridis, First Captain of the Royal Guard. Even outside of his feared armor, the Captain was a deadly swordsman...Perhaps even more so with the freedom from burdensome metal. "Aye, sir. I was recommended by Lieutenant Maxson to you after the Southerner Uprising was put down." Gin nodded, imperceptibly, reading the letter that Sam had brought with her. The paraffin wax seal lay on the Captain's desk. "Maxson is a good soldier, and officer. Your trip was long, though, even for a mercenary." A slightly disdainful smile crept up on Gin's mouth and immediately vanished. It was a common reaction in Samantha's work, and a reason he sought employment within the Guard. "No longer a mercenary, if you'll have me, sir. Maxson believed I would be a fair addition to the Guard, and I would like to take him up on that offer, if you'll have me." Gin stood, and Sam followed, as protocol dictated. She had done her homework - though she was low-born, she was expected to act with all the nobility of a lady in dealings with the royal court. Gin, however, seemed not to notice, instead going over to the small weapon rack opposite of the Captain's chamber. Warm sunlight filtered through the open glass window, a curious luxury practically unknown in the southern lands. It was an autumn day, and the harvest in full swing. "They say that battle is the truest way to show the heart of a man. There's no lies in a man trying to survive the edge of a sword. Maxson knows this well, so his recommendation carries some weight. But there are many men of ill repute that would attempt to settle themselves here. The greedy, the lazy, the lecherous and perhaps worst of all - the traitorous. And even...Especially then, who knows the heart of a woman? I like to get to know potential guardsmen before allowing them any post within the Palace. What say you, Samantha? Would you enjoy a 'chat?'" She nodded and the Captain, now at the weapon rack, drew out two swords, tossing one to Sam. It was of average quality for a normal sword. But it was no normal sword. The edge heavily dulled, its purpose was obvious. "Chats". Without a word, Gin stepped into a combat stance and engaged Samson, who barely parried the heavy opening swing, and protecting himself from the inevitable broken bone that would have followed. And so they began a deadly dance made only a fraction less so by the training blades. It was a test of skill, of experience and most important of all, character. Step in step, Samantha kept up and though the Captain seemed entirely at ease in combat, he did his best to match his skill. She knew the man was holding back, challenging though not overpowering. When she saw her opening to attack, Sam knew it was a forgery, but she took it anyway, to show the man she knew her way around a duel. The only surprise that she seemed to have given Gin, however, was when Sam deflected an attack that was clearly meant to disable and end the combat, riposting in a way that showed a glint of the Captain's true skill. It was enough to show Sam that she was clearly out of her league. Nevertheless, the Captain then stood back, effectively ending the spar. Barely breathing heavily, he nodded. "Well done, indeed, Sam. Your skill and experience serve you well. You may -" And in that instant, the Captain snapped into a salute, breaking off his commentary. Curiosity got the better of Sam, however, who turned behind her to see a girl at the door that she would later learn to be the Princess Amelie Gregorian, heir to the throne of Nortmund. Even as young as she was, Sam saw, at perhaps a mere eleven years weathered, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Golden-red hair cascaded in loose curls to her shoulders, and her face and stance held a kind, if hawkish, loveliness to them. Her body was lithe like a young girl, but her bloom was soon coming upon her, Sam was certain. She wore a frilly blue dress that fit her perfectly and completed the image that she was truly a princess first, and a child second. At the last second, when her eyes fell onto her, she then fell into a salute, shaky though it was. The music that was her voice matched her visage perfectly. "Captain Veridis." The Captain went to ease. "I had dropped by to examine the potential recruit." Her eyes drew to Sam again, making her nearly blush. "I've heard good things about her." "She is...Adequate, your Highness. Much to improve, as he is but a low-born, woman mercenary." Sam felt a twinge of resentment, but resisted it, and forgot it when the girl smiled at her. "The choice is, of course, up to you, your Highness." She stepped into the chamber striding with an elegant gait to the Samantha, who still held herself tensely. "There is no need to be nervous, my subject. I am not as harsh as the Captain here." She looked the woman over, walking in a circle around her. Samantha was nowhere near to the radiant beauty that the girl possessed, but she had a sort of real world, life-chiseled attractiveness to her. A short, tied-back haircut of wild blonde grew from her, and her body was well-maintained by training and combat. Her skill had protected beautiful face from scars, and most of the rest of her body as well. Her breasts were somewhat small, but never sagged, and her bottom the comment of many a lewd jeer. She felt like a horse at market under the girl's eyes though. Samantha's eyes noted that girl herself seemed a little tense as well, though only for a brief instant, as she bent down to look at Sam's toned legs. Samantha though, betrayed no sign of noticed. When the girl stood up again, she addressed the Captain. "You give your approval, Captain Veridis?" Her frame was impassive, but there was an impatient questioning in the girl's eyes. "She seemed a fair enough candidate, and better than many of the men I have seen this week, both in skill and character. It is something of a scandal, however, to induct a mercenary into the Royal Guard, and moreso to the point of a bodyguard. "Well, it is this, or a eunuch, and that would be a cruel thing to stoop to. Besides, she has the backing of Sir Maxson, yes?" the girl replied. He nodded. "Indeed, your Highness. Yes. She meets my standards, and those of your father." "And mine as well. What is your name, my subject?" "Samantha, of Northcrest, your Highness." She bowed deeply. "No longer, dear Samantha. You are now Guardian Samantha, of Nortmund, a Protector and Charge of the Royal Family, and personal bodyguard to the Princess Amelie Gregorian. Is this satisfactory?" Barely able to contain her excitement, Sam nodded quickly. "Most excellent!" The girl betrayed her youth with a clap of her hands, before continuing. "I must confess that I'm in a hurry. You may begin your duties now, by escorting me to my chambers and helping me to prepare for the harvest pronouncement of my father." "Your Highness, there is the short matter of providing her with the Seal of the Guard and the ritual contained. It will only be a few moments." The girl huffed, but acquiesced. "Of course, Captain, but please hurry." She left the room with that, and Gin went to a large cabinet, rifling through its contents. "You should consider yourself lucky, Corporal. The Princess does not often accept recruits so quickly. She must like you dearly. Here, your Seal," Gin said, handing her a white military sash with the gray and blue coat of arms of the royal family. "There is no real ritual, except a few more...Private orders, that I pass onto you from His Majesty. You see, the Princess is the heir apparent to the throne, but she has a few peculiar 'habits.'" Sam was confused, but somewhat expected it. Nobility had a way of being a little more eccentric. "Like what? She seemed well adjusted enough." "And that's how we'd like to keep her. She is normal enough, but...Well, you shall see soon. However, you must never let her 'habit' become public knowledge, and should do your best to protect her from prying eyes, even within the castle." He sighed ruefully. "Her mother the Queen is something the same, and I have a handful with that. It will be good that we finally have a bodyguard to deal with the Princess." Samantha gave him a sideways glance, but he quickly shooed her out into the hallway, where the Princess was tapping her feet impatiently, practically bounding with energy. Or... Samantha dismissed the thought, but it came unbidden to her anyway. In any event, she ignored it, and joined her charge. "Your Highness, I am afraid that I will make a poor bodyguard without arms and armor." "Do not worry about that, Samantha. We will get you provided for later today. Hurry though, we must get to my room!" "Of course, your Highness. Why the hurry though?" "Nevermind that!" Amelie snapped, then giggled. Her dress swished softly as they walked, and they had reached the other wing of the palace when the Princess suddenly stopped, holding a hand out for support against the smooth stone wall. A sharp intake of breath was heard as she paused, and she looked down momentarily. "Your Highness! Are you alright?!" Samantha tried to support her, to the Princess' protest, when the girl suddenly shuddered slightly, and a soft pattering sound rang from the carpet. "Yes, yes...Just get me to my room. Hurry, Samantha!" Needing no more encouragement, Sam picked the girl up, looking down and seeing a small wet spot in the carpet. Following the girl's terse direction, she headed up the stairs of the northern tower. Amelie's body was tense, and Sam was forced to realize that the girl was in desperate need to release her water. She could feel the girl's damp underwear through the dress, which distracted her with another feeling, and nearly caused her to turn a corner into the sight of a passing servant. Most of the staff was off the grounds, at the Palatial Green, preparing for the harvest pronouncement, but some staff were still within. Her startlement seemed to scare the princess as well, and she felt a renewed warmth from the Princess' bottom. "Hurry, Samantha, I can barely hold on!" Another corner, and another, and the Princess' double-doors stood, beckoning. She pushed them open quickly, not even noticing the lavish decorations of the apartment, and placed the Princess on her feet, where she jammed her hands into her crotch tightly. No longer a regal princess, she was a desperate young girl, barely holding on from soaking her entire dress, Through hissing breaths, the Princess said, "My dress...Get it off..." Samantha tried, but it was slow going. A low-born mercenary, dresses were somewhat foreign to her, and the elaborate one worn by the Princess was even worse. Every few seconds, Amelie squealed, and held tighter, but Samantha watched as small rivulets of golden urine trailed down the girl's stockings, becoming more and more powerful each time. "Hurry!" Amelie said, just as Samantha freed the last lace, causing the dress to fall to the ground in a frumpled heap. Amelie leaped away from it, and took one step. Out of her skirt, she was dressed only in a pair of beautiful silken underwear and stockings, as her breasts had yet to blossom. Though originally a light blue, they were now darkened by the girl's urine, and dripping as she leaked more. Samantha watched in fascination, as the girl squirmed and whimpered slightly, grabbing the underwear tightly, and pulling it taut against her labia. Her perfectly formed, womanly lips outlined the fabric, as her urine spurted out anew, barely held back. Trails of fragrant liquid streamed down her young, pale legs, slowing, but not stopping entirely. Amelie just stood there, squatting just slightly, as Samantha quietly approached. Almost unconsciously, she gently touched the girl's young bottom, eliciting a gasp from the Princess, who then lost all control. A hissing sound erupted through the fabric as pee shot out uncontrollably, cascading over Sam's hand. In a last ditch effort to hold back, the princess pressed herself against Sam's hand, but to no avail. Pee ran over it, and she could feel its pressure as it ran out of the girl's bladder. She was almost amazed by how much the girl held. It must've been some time - a minute, two maybe, and she was still going strong. Amelie's now dark blue panties dripped all over, and her stockings were covered in streaks where they weren't soaked entirely. Samantha realized that she too was wet, and a thrilled feeling ran from her hand to her head, making her lightheaded. She couldn't understand why, but she found the Princess' accident incredibly arousing. For her park, the Princess seemed more than a little excited herself, her breaths coming in short gasps, and a look of ecstasy on her face as her urine finally slowed, and stopped. She grinded herself against Sam's hand for a moment more before realizing what she was doing, and then jumped away staring at the woman. Some time passed for each of them, both too embarrassed by their respective actions to speak. Finally, the princess Amelie said, with a smirk and a giggle, "So, now you know my secret." Chapter 2: Samantha still couldn't believe what she had seen only a few minutes before. The little girl, the Princess Amelie, had wet herself...No, soaked herself right in front of her. Perhaps more shocking was her own reaction to the sight. Incredibly aroused, a hot blush enveloped her as she saw the lithe girl's wet ass, dripping with pee, the stockings she wore streaked with urine, and the look of almost orgasmic bliss on the Princess' face. After Amelie's rather redundant remark, she asked if Samantha might offer her some privacy to clean up, something that Samantha readily agreed to. The girl left her bodyguard in the ante-chamber of her apartments, while Samantha played the scene over and over in her mind. Almost involuntarily, she felt her hand gliding down to her most forbidden places, rubbing, massaging her pussy through her linen pants, cultivating that hot feeling of arousal, bringing herself closer, ever so closer to that peak of ple... A sudden noise, the sound of the door knob clicking caused Samantha to start, and she tried to appear composed as the Princess re-entered, though her face was still flushed, and her breath more than a little...Labored. For her part, the Princess looked every bit like the royalty she was, as if her indiscretion had never happened. She was dressed in fresh clothes, a beautiful, form-fitting dress in masterfully matched harvest colors - gold, orange and reds perfectly blended to make it seem as if she were a walking storm of fallen leaves. But to Samantha, all she could imagine were the underclothes beneath. She dismissed the thought however, as duty called. "Your Highness, are you feeling better?" A sly smile crept on Amelie's face, and she nodded. "I just wish I had a little more time to," she paused and giggled, "take care of things, before my father's pronouncement. But as it is, we shall be nearly late if we leave now! Here, you may take one of the ceremonial swords I practice with. It's pretty, but it'll work in a pinch as well. As for clothing...Hmm." Amelie clicked her tongue. "Well, they provide cloaks for the Guard, so we won't need to worry too much, but we'll need to get you something a little, well, more 'royal' soon." She smiled, and Samantha felt horribly under-dressed and, well, poor. "Nevermind for now, though Samantha. Grab one of the sabres from the walls, and we'll be on our way." Samantha nodded and looked against the wall, where a number of ceremonial swords rested, carefully placed on varying racks. In Nortmund, it was a traditional gift to give fine weaponry to the royal family, as a sign of respect for their martial prowess and the giver's own fealty. After a brief glance though, Sam wondered wryly at what a noble thought was "fine weaponry". Most of the weapons were gaudy and horribly unbalanced. One had a pure gold hilt, practically ready to bend and break at a good swing. Another's basket-guard was wrought with wires so fine and unreinforced that it would like as not slice the hand of the wielder if the sword swing didn't cut straight through. One, however, stood out amongst the rest, and Samantha's eyes laid down upon it immediately. The one word that could best describe it was elegant. It was a "new school" sword, slim and agile, meant for fencing as opposed to armored combat, which suited her just fine. The blade was curved just slightly in a reverse S, though it was straight enough for use as a thrusting weapon as well. The guard and hilt were streamlined, a beautiful silver-alloy in an outline of the royal family crest, and the pommel was weighted with a dark blue stone. Despite its beauty, Sam knew it to be a dangerous and deadly weapon, and her belief was confirmed when she held it, perfectly balanced and ready to cut the air. The Princess was too young to know such weapons intimately, but she did provide comment. "Sir Maxson gave me that for my 10th year of birth. He was always a kind man, and he seemed to put a lot of value in it." "With good reason, your Highness. He knows his steel." Samantha held it with awe, before quickly grabbing a silk scarf and creating a makeshift wrap for it. The Princess waited impatiently, and after, they were off with due speed. Already, the sun was deep into the afternoon, and the Harvest Pronouncement would begin with the red and oranges of the evening. Amelie led the way, bringing them to a stable where a detachment of the Guard and the Princess' carriage awaited. They saluted the two, much to Samantha's surprise, who was usually on the other end of such service. As Amelie climbed into the carriage, the sergeant of the detachment stood forward and addressed Samantha. "Madam Greylily, I am Sergeant Hawthorne of the Palatial Guard. I have news from Captain Veridis. He says that there are rumors of southern aggressors within the city. There is little to worry about, but he asks that you remain on your guard. You will find your cloak of office within the carriage, and we will be taking a route outside of the parade path this day." "Osland, here? That seems a little far-fetched, Sergeant. Are you sure?" Samantha felt the cold silk wrapping on her back instinctively. "The war has gone somewhat poorly in the weeks since your departure from the front. Our people fight well and valiantly, but there are traitors amongst the nobility, who wish to see the Royal Family deposed. Osland is providing them aid in this effort. You can be confident, however, that myself and my men are loyal retainers to the Palace. We shall see you safely to the event, and home again." "I have every expectation that you'll do a fine job, Sergeant." Though the man was grizzled, and perhaps twice her age, Samantha's experience and innate charisma lent a commanding air to her, and the man bowed to her as she entered the carriage. Amelie waited, smiling, and holding her cloak. "Beautiful, don't you think?" It was, though not in the way that the Princess was thinking. Its aesthetics were kind to the eye indeed, a wonderful blend of dark blue and white with the crest of the royal family, but its make impressed Sam. Entirely practical in use, it was made of a stout linen, with a silk underlining. Light enough for constant wear, robust enough for harsh weather, and heavy enough to deflect a blade in combat. Sam momentarily regretted the thought though - in recent days, her eyes were rarely appreciated the innate beauty of the world. It was numbers and function, the value in combat or its danger. Her life was a soldier's one, indeed. Out of the corner of her eye though, another feeling surfaced. Amelie sat there in repose, beautiful as ever, and her dress was draped carelessly, in such a way that it bared a pale, perfect thigh. A feeling of heat surfaced, and Sam found herself staring for a moment. She drew her eyes away finally, but not before she thought she saw the Princess watching her. Her heart leaping to her throat, she tried conversation to wile away the embarrassment. "So how do you feel, your Highness? Is everything aright for the festivity today?" The Princess gave her a sly look, before looking out the window once more. "Of course, dearest Samantha," she talked with a mature air at times, foreshadowing the royalty and power within the girl, "Though I'm somewhat distressed about the plans my father has for me." Samantha raised an eyebrow. "Is there something wrong?" "Well...No. It comes with nobility. Sons are kings and directors. Daughters are assets, half-property. The binders of nations. He intends to barter me off, and the harvest will be the first showing of me in true beauty." "I can scarcely think of you as lacking true beauty at any time, Princess." Amelie laughed a musical laugh. "Now you sound like a suitor! But no, this dress is the proof of it. My others are lovely to look upon, yes, but this one is meant to portray me as the trophy that every noble will want to wed." She sighed, then looked sideways toward Sam. "But I have a plan that might earn me a little more time." Fastening her cloak to herself, Samantha nodded to Amelie to go on. But instead of talking, she raised her dress a little farther, exposing the lovely orange panties that she wore. They fitted her snugly, outlining her forbidden parts well. Samantha lost her concentration, and her fastener. Amelie giggled. "You know my secret, dearest bodyguard. But it is more than a pleasure for me." She paused, fastening her eyes on Samantha. For Sam's part, her eyes were half-locked on the Princess' lower body. Her labia was just outlined in the orange silken fabric, and as she watched, it darkened slightly, as the girl released a two-second spurt of urine into it. Even from her position opposite of the Princess, she could see the goosebumps form on the girl's thighs, and felt her own body rush with adrenaline and arousal. "It's also a weapon for my freedom." "How...How do you mean, your Highness?" Sam felt on edge, like her heart was walking a tightrope. She was filled with a lust, though she knew it was forbidden. Despite that, she could barely contain it. "Unlike some," Amelie said, locking her eyes on Samantha, who started, "A nobleman would never desire to be with a dirty girl. My father may show me off this night, but should he pair me with anyone, I have a surprise for them." "But you've already...Done that, haven't you?" "I've let my water go, yes. But I've been holding back something else for a few days, and it's begging to be released. I'm not sure that I shall remain clean this night." The girl giggled, and let out a squeaky fart to punctuate her statement, before fidgeting. "It's actually somewhat hard to hold as it is. I may need your help later." "I am at your disposal, my liege." "I know you are," Amelie said, with a sly smile. ----- Hours later, night was settling in and the festival still in full swing. Her father the King was a charismatic speaker, and the citizens and nobility attending were in good spirits. Amelie's prediction had come true, and she was courted by various nobles. She brushed them away with ease however, and Sam saw a good part of the Princess' father in the girl. She had a way with words. Though too young to drink much, she was given a few glasses of wine, which was enough to put the girl into a much more sultry version of herself. But that sultriness was saved for Samantha, and her alone. She was at the girl's side the entire night, never leaving it, and she received quite a show. During the feast, she found her hand being guided down to the Princess' beautiful ass, during the powder pipe show. Caressing the girl's secret place, she felt the Amelie tense, and a warm wetness envelop her hand for a second, before stopping. Looking up at the princess' face, she saw the desperation in her eyes and knew she needed to move quickly. Helping the girl hike her skirt to a safe distance, she felt a cascade of hot liquid pour from her beautiful forbidden lips, through the orange panties and into the grass below. As it slowed to a stop, Amelie ground her pussy into Samantha's hand for a few brief moments before the servant came their way. Giving Samantha a secret smile, she went back to listening to her father. Soon though, the King had finished his talking, and the formalities of the night were nearly over. However, the dancing still remained. In these times, the nobility used dancing as a sort of courtship. It was rather ironic, but the practice actually grew from the peasant class - the nobles made it all fancified, but its origins were still undeniable. As Amelie and Samantha stood from the table, the orchestra sprung into action. A light melody, an overture, Samantha thought, began. "We should take our leave before we're delayed for this. I'm really not feeling up to dancing right now. Something rather more...Pressing, calls me," Amelie said quietly. Samantha nodded, looking around for Hawthorne, but he was nowhere to be found for the moment. "Of course, your Highness. I'll go call for -" "Ah, Princess Amelie, you look striking tonight, as always." The voice was a youth, barely older than Amelie herself, Sam was sure. It belonged to an ostentatiously dressed noble, who wore the sash of Northcrest. Samantha knew him, being the heir apparent of her home county. The son of Duke Gregory, Isaac Gregory. The last time she had seen the boy, his voice was still high as a choir singer's. She doubted his maturity had followed his physical development. "You flatter me, Isaac. It pleases me to see you. Did you enjoy my father's speech?" The girl nodded to the boy, as befitting his station. She seemed tense, and Sam hoped the exchange would end soon. The girl must've been holding her waste for some time. "I did, but I found myself distracted by you. Would you care to join me in the dance?" The boy looked smugly at her, and Samantha was about to intercede, but Amelie gave her a look that said that this was a highborn affair. Sam sighed and stepped back. "But of course, Isaac. Please, wait here Guardian. I'll return shortly." Taking the boy's outstretched hand, the princess followed him to the makeshift dance floor, where the twirling dresses of the varying aristocracy made the night bloom with the colors of harvest. Samantha was left alone at the table, and resigned herself, grumpily, to waiting. She picked at the things that were supposed to be snacks, according to the maitre d', before resolving to find Sergeant Hawthorne while the princess was occupied. Glancing toward the dance floor, she saw the girl dancing magnificently, though she could see the tenseness in the girl's body. The thought of her desperation made a slight heat erupt in Sam's body. Finding Hawthorne was not as difficult as she thought it might be. He was chatting it up with the gate guard, who were watching the etrance to the noble's area of the festival, keeping the "unclean" masses from intruding. The man had a mug in his hand, but seemed sober as she approached, and snapped to attention. "Orders, Guardian?" "Her Highness will be taking her leave soon. Gather the guard and transport, and we'll be along." Sam's voice was commanding, strong. She fell into the role of officer easily, given her previous experience. Hawthorne nodded, as was off immediately. The gate guard remained in repose, and gave her a rueful look when she raised her eyebrow to him. Then again, some authority would have to be built over time. She turned on her heel, back to the dance floor. However, when she arrived back, she realized to her horror that the princess was gone. A second, frantic glance across the floor confirmed it, and she knew that Amelie was not safe. Thoughts ran through her mind. Could it be the traitorous nobles? Or worse? Calming herself, she knew she had to act. However, raising an alarm here would cause a panic and a scandal, so she would have to move quietly...And quickly. She'd been gone only for a few minutes, so she knew that the Princess could not have gone far. The best plan of action would be to track down the boy first. That task, she found, would be easier than she'd have hoped. Amongst the nobles and their protectors was the captain of the Northcrest guard, drunk as he would be when back home. Striding briskly, and acting casually, she approached the inebriated man, who was regaling a few young guardsmen with a ribald tale of some false nature. "And then, when I...Afffter I rescued her, she of course, hash to pay me back. Shpecial like," Felken, Guard Captain of Northcrest, said, with a shit-eating grin on his face. When he saw Sam, the grin grew even wider. "Well, of all the hells there are! If'n it ain't Slender Sam? Wuz this now...You with the Royal Guard?" "No time, Fel. Where's the boy?" "Wot boy, girly girl?" Felken reached his knobby hand toward her breast, and she swatted it away. He barely seemed to notice. Hadn't changed a bit in five years. "You know, Fel. Isaac." Her voice was contained, but the heat behind it radiated from her. Fel's eyes furrowed for a second, but then he shrugged. "Back behind th' Pavvy Tents. Got some young'un in tow. 'Sowin his seed' and all that!" Felken laugh a ribald laugh, but Sam was already gone before the man had stopped chuckling. The last thing she needed was some two bit nobleman of HER county violating the heir to the throne of Nortmund. The Pavilon Tents lined the northern edge of the Green where the festival was taking place. It was quite quiet, as most of the people were at the dance floor. Occasionally a servant would come running about, but would disappear just as quickly. She felt no compunction any longer to play the part of an unafraid Guardian, and drew apart the wrapping to her sword, baring its cold steel to the night. Grasping it in her sword hand, she gliding silently amongst the darkened tents, listening for sound. A muffled shout was all that she needed. Tents of red and green, purple and gold. But only one of green and white, the colors of Northcrest. And that's where she heard Amelie's voice. Caution held her pace steady however, and she approached it carefully. The flap was hanging loosely, and a lamp light illuminated the edges. Voices could be heard within. "Oh, dearest Princess, your reputation is well known. Such a..." The sound of a slap rang out, along with a squeal. "Tease." As Sam crept closer, and pulled the flap back, she saw the young Gregory, and two men-at-arms, both engrossed with the visage of Amelie before them. "You can't do this, Gregory. My father will have your head!" "He'll do no such thing. To lose such a valuable bargaining chip in the negotiations with the war? My father influence is strong, and that makes me untouchable. Besides, what worth is a daughter with no maidenhead?" Snapping his fingers, one of the men moved forward, pinning the girl against a large crate. Her beautiful body was outlined in the dim torchlight, and hear eyes almost glowed with fear. "But if I take that maidenhead, it could bring our families closer together, yes? Just think of it as 'helping' the King. Now, let's get a closer look at the goods, shall we?" Samantha could feel the sinister smile on Isaac's face, and the boy threw Amelie's dress up. "What's this now? Did the Princess have an accident in her skivvies? You are a dirty bitch, aren't you? I'll teach you the meaning of good ettiquette." With that, he reached out to her dress to rip it off. Amelie's soaked panties darkened anew with urine as her fear got the better of her. Sam knew the time was now. "Touch her, and you'll never touch anything with that hand again, Gregory." Sam's voice was cold and sharp, icy as the blade in her hand. Spinning around, with a thrill of terror on his face, Isaac stared at her and, realizing she was alone, regained his smug smile. "Ah, the Guardian comes to save the day. But too little, too late, too few. It will be sad when I have to report that a traitor amongst the Guard itself tried to ruin our courtship. Kill her." Sam's face was unchanging, as the men-at-arms drew their swords. They were heavy, meant for the battlefield. Dangerous and deadly weapons, but no match for an agile fencer. They had some measure of skill though, approaching her at flank. Even ill-equipped and experienced, two opponents were a serious danger. Sam had to take the initiative. Waiting for them to begin closing up, Sam rushed the man in front, deflecting his heavy blow with ease and sliding right past him, just in time to miss the thrust from the second man behind. As the first spun around to meet her, she let him run himself through on her blade. She was surprised with how easily it sliced through flesh and sinew, allowing her time to bring the sword up and around to knock away the swing of the second man. Realizing he no longer had the tactical advantage, he instead circled, as Sam followed. It was only a few seconds before Sam gave a light swing, anticipating the riposte and spinning around, slicing the man's arm clean off. In shock, he tried to scream, but only a strangled croak came out, before he fell to the ground, groping for his lost arm. The first man already lay still, cut from stomach to shoulder. Isaac looked at her with horror as she shook the blood from his blade. Her steps came like thunder as she raised her sword one more time to strike. "Sam, no!" Amelie held up her arm, and the command resonated through Sam, her sword arm held in stasis, her eyes burning a hole through Isaac. "We cannot be associated with the murder of a noble, no matter how...Repugnant." Isaac stood, staring at Sam's sword, his mouth agape. "He won't speak of this. It would destroy him and his father were it to become public knowledge. Instead, you will return to Northcrest and remain their for your days, won't you Gregory?" The boy nodded, just barely, terror outlined in his eyes. "Good then. Come Guardian, we must leave before we are seen." The Princess grabbed Sam's hand, leading her from the tent and through the maze of the others, before stopping suddenly, and embracing Sam deeply. "Thank you...Thank you so much Sam. I was so afraid." Tears were in the Princess' eyes. "Of course, your Highness. Of course. Are you alright?" Sam held the girl close for a moment before she moved away. "Please...You will call me Amelie, Sam. You deserve it. And yes, I'm fine. He didn't touch me at all, though I'm sure he meant to. We need to - ugh." The girl suddenly bent over, holding her ass tightly. "Mmmm...I can barely hold on Sam. I need to poop so badly, and this didn't help at all. We need to get back." As if to mark the point, the girl farted loudly. Sam saw the outline of the girl's delicious ass through the fabric of her dress, and could barely keep herself back. "Of course, your highness. I've already arranged for the carriage back." Sam could use a break herself. It had been some time since she had released her own water, and combat always made her need worse. "Mmph...Good. Lets go." The Princess led the way, and they wandered their way through the tents toward the edge, where the lights of the festival twinkled merrily still. Amelie stopped suddenly, and gasped. "Oh no! It's going to come out!" The princess bent her knees slightly. "Sam, please! You must help me hold it!" Amelie begged. Sam quickly strode behind her and slid a hand under the girl's dress, feeling her tight ass. She put her hand on the girl's panties, and pressed up against her anus, which was puckering with a barely held log. "Got to poop so badly..." Amelie mumbled. Finally, Sam felt the turd slide back, and Amelie relaxed somewhat. "Thank the gods. But we must hurry." They crossed the Green quickly, and made their way through the mingling crowds. Soon, they came upon the carriage, where Hawthorne stood, ready. "Home, Sergeant." Amelie commanded, tersely. "Of course, your Highness." Hawthorne snapped a salute and went to the head of the group immediately. Sam opened the door for Amelie, who climbed in quicker than lightning. Sam followed, to find the girl desperately holding her behind. "Quick! Close the door! I can't hold it any longer!" Sam did so, as the carriage rode off, and Amelie kneeled down against the bench, raising her dress, and then giving a smoky glance toward Sam. "Guardian, I'm afraid my ordeal has fatigued me so. I just cannot hold it any longer. I'm going to have an accident..." Sam knelt as well, mesmerized again by the Princess. Her delicious ass hung in the air, clad by a slightly damp pair of orange panties. The lace around the edges only seemed to accentuate Amelie's natural curves. Suddenly though, the girl tensed, and she saw her cheeks spread. The smell of feminine poo filled the air as Amelie farted one more time, a quiet, sneaky one, and then a tiny bump appeared at her bottom. "Mmmph..." Amelie's face was one of concetration and ecstacy. She bore down, and the bump began to grow as the thick, firm log of poo slid out into the girl's panties. She grunted, and it grew even more, to the size of a large ball, and then a wet fart came out, sputtering from the confines of her soiled underwear. "Oh gods," she said, "I'm pooping myself like a child. I just can't hold it. It's so big." Sam agreed. Her hand, moving on its own, reached for the Princess' bottom, feeling the bulge, it warmth and softness. Suddenly, the girl let loose with another fart, and she bore down again, expelling more poo into her loaded panties. "I can't stop it, Sam." "You don't have to, Amelie..." The poop continued to come out for a few second more, pushing the limits of the girl's panties. As if waiting for the cue of her finishing, Amelie's bladder released again as well, pouring liquid gold onto the wooden floor of the carriage. A soft patter accompanied it. It caused a similar, desperate twinge in Sam's bladder, and she felt a spurt dampen her own leggings. Sam's arousal grew almost exponentially, and her hand moved on its own volition, sliding along Amelie's pussy, eliciting a gasp from the girl. "Oh gods that feels good." Amelie's breath came hard, in gasps, and before Sam could stop herself, her hand slid past the girl's wet panty crotch and began massaging her clit. Amelie grinded herself against Sam's hand, and in no time was shuddering with an orgasm. She fell to the carriage floor, holding herself with her arms on the bench. Her butt made a squelching sound as it hit the floor. Some time passed, neither saying a thing. The combined growing desperation and arousal in Sam made her hold her own crotch. Amelie didn't seem to notice, lost in her own world. Finally, Amelie spoke up. "Oh dear. I've had a terrible accident in my panties. I am such a dirty girl, aren't I?" The Princess giggled. Then, seeing Sam's plight, she said: "Oh dear, I have barely let my guardian have the time to take care of her needs. What a terrible mistress I am. Here, let me help you." Before Sam could react, Amelie was on top of her, fiddling with the straps of her pants, revealing her leggings and underwraps, already damp with her own pee. She moved deftly, but then 'accidentally' pressed against Sam's bladder, making her lose another spurt, this time soaking her underwraps. The golden trickle ran under her ass, warming it. She could barely hold on, and squirted again, for longer. A soft hissing sound filled the carriage as pee soaked her wraps and leggings, going on for seconds before Sam could get her bladder under control. "Oops! I'm sorry, Sam. Let's get those off." She undid them easily, revealing Sam's shaven pussy. It made her more comfortable on the hot days, and she like how she looked with it trimmed. Amelie regarded it admirably. "You must need to go so badly. Am I right?" Sam nodded. "So badly, your Highness. I've been holding it all day." The Princess nodded, but then did something unexpected. She leaned down, and began licking Sam's pussy. The feeling was ungodly, and Amelie was a natural at it. Her juices oozed from her crotch, and the Princess lapped it up. Pausing for a moment, she said, "That feels better, doesn't it? We'll make you feel all better." Before Sam could respond, she dived back in, and Sam's words were turned into moans. Her bladder was at the limit, but she tried to hold on - she could pee in the Princess' face! But as Amelie continued, her need grew greater. Only the continued ministrations of the girl allowed her to hold back. But she could feel the orgasm coming, and when it did, there would be no holding back the flood. "Please, Princess, I need to pee soo badly. I won't be able to hold it, if I come..." Amelie only responded by going harder, sending Sam over the deep end. The orgasm was so sudden, so powerful, that it took the breath from her and nearly caused her to pass out. Waves of pleasure racked her, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming in ecstacy. The floodgates fell open though, and a cascade of pee fell into Amelie's waiting mouth, where she drank greedily, still sucking Sam's secret place. The relief was so great, releasing herself into Amelie's mouth, that the orgasm continued for as long as she peed, until finally she slowed, and fell back against the carraige, completely spent. Amelie climb up on her, straddling her, and kissing her deeply. Her shit-filled panties rubbed against Sam's pussy, eliciting another wave of pleasure. And, as a final gift, Amelie released her last bit of pent up urine, the golden liquid running down into Sam's pussy, wetting it and warming it. When their lips released, Amelie smiled at her. It was mischievous, and alluring. It was too much. "Not bad for a first day, hmm?" Three months had passed since the incident at the Harvest Festival, and still Samantha felt like she was constantly on her guard. She couldn't be sure whether the princess' brief kidnapping was one foolish drunken mistake or a political move, but she didn't want to risk it again. Sadly, it had left little time to indulge this new aspect of herself, one unleashed by Amelie's delightful body. The colder months meant heavier clothes and longer stays inside of the castle, where prying eyes kept them from their play. Still, every once in awhile they managed to sneak away for some fun. Today, however, was all business. The Princess' father was holding court, addressing the problems that were arising through the winter. Namely, mercenaries that had failed to find employment or warmer climes. Stuck in the northern lands, they had turned to raiding and banditry in order to survive this unusually harsh winter. The gentry of these varying counties were now turning to the king, and his currently idle soldiers, for support. Samantha wasn't sure what choice she'd make. From a military stand-point, soldiers need to be at use, else they grow bored, restless, and hostile. And the closer to home they are, the happier they'll be. Still, even in the dead of winter, it wasn't an impossibility that a full-scale incursion could happen. However, three months hovering around the Court gave her the gut feeling that the timing of these complaints, if not the raids themselves, was too off. She left the judgment to Amelie, however, as another feeling in her gut told her that her bowels were full. It had been a few days since she had last gone, and the thought of later made her blood pulse a little. She wore a Winter Guard robe, white with a red sash. It was supported with soft leather, providing some protection and better warmth. Under it, her underwear was a soft white cotton that caressed her perfectly toned ass as she walked. Next to her, walking in step with Samantha, Amelie was dressed in a gray, fur-lined dress with red trimmings. It was conservative for her style, but also a gift from her favorite uncle, who was in the court today, so she decided on wearing it. Her panties, Samantha had noticed, were a rich silk the color of purple. She had noticed that the girl had begun to blossom into womanhood, reaching her first lunar phase a month and a half ago. In eager fashion, she soon demanded Samantha teach her how to wrap her breasts, which her Guard was only too happy to do. The cotton wrapping peeked just barely above the back of the dress. “It's a precarious time. My father must show his support for the nobility, especially now, during the hard times. But it is no coincidence that these requests arise now, especially from the southern districts...” The Princess' hair was curled today, falling in bangs across her perfect face. She gave Samantha a slight smile as she talked, one that was undoubtedly meant to be hidden, but still caught by her ever-watchful guardian. “He'll offer help. But I suspect that he'll do it in a way unexpected. If I know him, he'll offer an “amnesty” to the mercenary companies.” “It's a bold move. Good gold can sway most mercenaries. Those that accept will get a free trip to the frozen front, and a ticket for some conscript to see his family. Or maybe use those mercenaries to hunt down the other bandits.” Amelie seemed delighted at Samantha's insights, commenting that she'd fit right in with the scheming nobility, something that gave Sam a slight flutter of dread. “Don't worry, you'd stand out like a sore thumb anyway. Too much integrity. My father does like you though. My mother too. I wanted it to be a bit of a surprise, but he intends to honor you with a rank today.” Samantha smiled back and feigned surprise. She'd found out through the Sergeant under her charge, Hawthorne, a week previous. The man was reliable to a fault, but you could only tell him things that you wanted the front lines to know about within a day. “Don't worry though, you'll still be my guard. Just with a little more authority to back you up. And it'll give my father and mother reason to have a proper conversation with you. They're nice people you know. Despite my occasional comments.” Amelie smiled. “You make them sound as if you were bringing me home as a suitor.” “Would that I could,” she said, grinning evilly. An alcove came upon them and the Princess, as at home as she was, ducked into it before Sam even had any idea of what was going on, before being dragged into it herself. A large statue of a hulking warrior blocked any view of them from the main hall. In a giggling whisper, the Princess grabbed Samantha's breast, immediately hardening the nipples, cooing to her: “I've been so...So uncontrollable with my urges for you. Wanting you, to touch, to be touched. To have your hand here.” She guided Sam's hand to the Princess' nether regions, where Samantha massaged the girl softly, eliciting an equally soft moan. This continued for some few seconds before she herself could barely contain her desire, and slid her hand to the break in Amelie's dress, reaching into those delicious purple panties. The girl's forbidden place was warm and soft, engorged and slick with lust, and Sam wasted no time in sliding a finger inside the girl. It was only a minute, maybe two - time was hard to keep track of – before the girl was gripping Sam like a vice, grinding against the hand, before suddenly tensing and biting (painfully) into the Guard's shoulder as she came. And as she did, a warm wetness enveloped Samantha's hand as golden liquid cascaded from the girl's pussy, soaking those purple panties and running down her smooth, pale legs. Rivulets reached down into the fur-lined boots, immediately hidden and soaked up. Made for snow, a little golden rain would do little to hurt them. However, the patter of urine hitting the stone floor made Sam a little worried that someone might hear, though a quick look back showed that noone was in the hall, miraculously enough. Turning back, the Princess was just coming out of the throes of passion. A blush had enveloped her face, and pee continued to pour from her soaked panties. She must've been holding herself up from sheer for of will alone. And holding very, very tightly to the stone wall. The hungry look that she was giving Sam said that her own body was not safe, but she knew that they would be late if they did not hurry. And in any case, her need to poop was growing, and she didn't need her muscles spasming for any reason. Before the Princess could sink her lips onto Samantha's pussy, she drew her away with a deep kiss, before checking for an empty hallway, and hurrying them along. As they approached the central chambers, the petite orchestra was still playing, ensuring that they were, thankfully, not late. The guard admitted them, and they found themselves surrounded with the gentry of the kingdom. Differing styles, differing cultures – they could each be found within the Royal Court. After all, the unified kingdom was relatively young in comparison to the lordships of the counties. The ceremonies were just beginning, and the nobility filed themselves about, seeking seats according to rank and privilege. Amelie briefly greeted varying nobles as she passed, while Samantha followed in the wake of the royal princess. She took her place amongst the head of the honor guard, accompanied by the other members of the official Royal Guard. Each of the Royal Guard stood out from the rank and file near them. Depending on their charge and their care, their finery reflected their assignment and needs, as well as their own personal styles. There was, of course, Veridis, in all his glory. But the others she had come to know and chat with: Guardian Johan, commander of the South Watch, dressed in a light, white robe emblazoned with the royal symbol. A spear was strapped to his back, the spear that had single-handedly protected Lord Robert de'Conne when traitors attempted to assassinate him. Johan was grim, cold and always serious. Still, Samantha had come to know that he could be charming, if he so chose. He just never so chose. On the other side of fashion and personality was Guardian Griffiths, the Lord Calvary Commander. Armed with a curious combination of a shielded glaive, he taught himself to ride at an early age, and to fight soon after, when the war had first begun. His cunning was said to be matched only by his kindness. Garbed in a pearled ceremonial scale vest and white silken vestments, he was second only to Veridis, and his loyalties rumored to be held first to the people under his care. There were others, of course, but Samantha was distracted. A few days worth of poop pressed painfully against her anus, threatening to cause a disgrace in the woman's wrapped, white cotton panties. With a supreme effort, she managed to fight the cramp off, just as the King began his sermon and service. Nortmund combined the religious and ministerial aspects of government into a single entity within the royal family. After all, as the King is believed to be descended from divine heritage, so too are his sermons thought to be divinely inspired. However, at the moment his words flowed past her like so much the sounds of nature. Nature, instead, was calling her urgently, a fact that the princess had most certainly picked up on. During the speech, the guard was turned outward, toward the audience, as a precautionary method. But after the speech, she turned to see Amelie staring at her. From the distance, she looking nothing less than a beautiful, young woman. The only aspect that marred the image was the predatory hunger that lusted through the princess' eyes, as she ate up Sam's desperation. And indeed, it was getting worse. As the minutes wore on, so too did the cramps get worse. Each time, it became harder and harder to keep herself closed up, much less keep her composure. The crowd, for their part, were enthralled (Or at least pretending to be) by the King, and so ignored the “servant guard”. For that, she was thankful, but the situation was becoming more dire. Just then, the white noise of the King's voice came to an end, and for one brief moment, she thought that her necessity as an honor guard would be at an end. No such luck. “Guardian Samantha of Nortmund, stand forward, and receive the blessing of prestige and promotion.” That was the queen's voice cutting to her. The Queen, although Amelie would be loathe to admit, was not merely a figure position within the royal family. Most, if not all of the secondary administrative duties fell to her, and as such, she played a critical part in the ministration of the kingdom. Still, she was second to the King, an idea that made Amelie, and Sam too, chafe. Her announcement continued, and Sam realized with a shock that she had entirely forgotten about the improvement of her rank. She saluted the Queen, and strode to toward the dais where the royal family sat, just as a cramp bore down on her again. She nearly gasped in pain, as her anus puckered out, refusing to close. Sam cursed her fate at being the first of the ceremony for such an honor. It was, indeed, a great honor to be chosen as the first (Or so she'd been told before), but there were more pressing things on her mind. And body. She removed her weapon and laid it behind her, causing her hole to open even more as she bent over. Try as she might, she could barely hold back the days' worth of poo that was about to exit. Kneeling down before the King and Queen was even worse, and a small log pushed its way into her underwrappings, a precursor of what was to come. In the background, the Princess Amelie was barely able to contain her own lust, watching her Guardian so desperate, and she surreptitiously she slid her legs together and back and forth, squeezing her thighs as she tried to massage her forbidden spot. Next to her, the Queen rose, with a sash in hand. Unlike the one she wore currently, this was embroidered with marks of rank in silvery weave and base gemstones, denoting a Knight Bachelor of the Guardians. Truly, an honor, it was acceptance into the royal family itself, albeit as a low noble. Even with her desperation, seeing it made her eyes glitter with wonder. She would be the first of her family to hold any sort of nobility. And she couldn't help but wonder who... Another cramp made her breath catch in her throat. Only the Queen noticed, and her face made no movement, but Sam could see in the woman's eyes recognition...And something else too. All thought, though, were blasted away, and the Queen's speech as well, as the cramp became worse, and Sam began to lose control. Her toned ass separated again, widening as her anus puckered up. A long, thick, firm turd slid out, tenting the woman's underwear, making it bulge. It broke off, but was immediately followed by another, slightly smaller, and then another. Kneeling there, she was thankful for her robe, else anyone would've been able to see her wraps bulge out with poo, and turn a faint brown. With a supreme effort, she was able to close her hole, but much more was wanting to get out. She felt like her wrappings could barely contain what was already there, and she dare not lose anymore. Else, her disgrace would be public. Her problem was compounded by a sudden need to pee, spurred on by her brief loss of control. Thankfully, the Queen was finishing with her speech, and turned back to Sam. Each step was slow, and graceful, and each of those drawn out moments made her desperation worse. As protocol dictated, Sam removed her sash, and held it for the Queen's taking. In its place, her new one, decorated with rank was placed in her hands. She fastened it to herself, and at the Queen's beckoning, arose, to the entirety of the Guard saluting her. With a roar they raised their weapons into the air, and the nobility itself was then clapping, though in a more conservative manner than the warriors. It was an indescribable feeling, to her so many giving her such respect. She felt warm inside, shocked, almost. Then she realized that warmth wasn't just the overwhelming honor, but pee as well, that had escaped her bladder, and was spurting out down her leg ever so slightly. She clamped herself shut, but knew that time was running out. They wouldn't stop the salute, though, and the Queen moved next to her, waving to them, adding strength to the din. With horror, and before Sam could do anything, she felt the woman's hand glide down to Sam's ass, and feel the bulge that was there. But there was no recoil of horror. No outburst of disgust. The Queen gave her a sidelong glance, and then completed the ceremony with a kiss to each cheek, staring into Samantha's eyes. So close, Sam realized where Amelie got her beauty from. The Queen herself was stunning, in a more mature way. But then, she was gone, turning back to her seat. As part of the honor, Sam would be attending the royal family's private dinner, which would allow her to get to know her charges better. For the time being though, she was trapped to stand again. Thankfully, her waste had no odor. But with both her water and waste still pressing at both doors, she could only pray it did not take much longer. How she lasted as long as she did she could only guess, and she attributed it partially to the grace of God. She was the only promotion of the ceremony, and so the rest went to court business, of which there was little in this month. The announcements took the most time, and Sam squirted twice into her underwraps again, and let more than a few farts silently go. It finally ended, however, and the courtiers stood, to chat and converse a little longer before leaving. Sam was finally free to go, and so she did. She knew she wouldn't make it to a privy, but she hoped she could at least make it to a secluded hallway to finish her disgrace. Dodging the courtiers proved a problem though. It seemed that every other one of them wanted to stop and congratulate her, and perhaps curry some favor. She thanked them all, but said that she had martial business to attend to, but to send word later so that they might have more time to discuss matters. Or something to that effect. She only made it about halfway before she started losing control again. Her anus began to open up again, and another log threatened to push its way out into her overcrowded panties. A few more steps, and then golden liquid spurted out from her pussy, gliding down her concealed legs. With her hole already stretched wide, holding her pee was even harder, and she couldn't stop the slow trickle. Almost to the door, she began peeing in earnest, spurting uncontrollably into her panties. As long as she kept moving, noone would notice her accident in the crowded floor, but her control was quickly slipping away, and her stream growing heavier. She took smaller steps to try and keep any pee from soaking her dress, as rivulets streamed down her muscular legs. She stepped into the hallway, and rounded away from the exiting courtiers, deeper into the castle, toward the royal chambers. Ducking into an alcove, she gave up any pretense of control. What little pee was left within her cascaded out, and poo slid out of her easily, piling into her panties until, with no room left, falling to the floor with dull thuds. The relief was almost orgasmic, and the entire situation had her almost demonic with lust. As her body expelled the last of its waste, she tried to survey the damage. Her robe was, thankfully, fairly dry. Being heavy as it was, it wouldn't show much wetness anyway. Her underwraps were a disaster though, full of poo. Carefully, she untied the knots holding it together, and let them drop to the ground. Best to let a servant think some noble disgraced themselves. Her pussy was on fire however, and she resolved to get back to her quarters for some much needed relief of a different sort. However, when she turned around, she found herself face to face with Rosalia Gregorian, Queen of Nortmund. Her face was impassive, her eyes betraying no thought, not even a hint of what she might've seen. “You look to be in distress, Lady Samantha. May I offer you some assistance?” Chapter 4 A fancy dress is...Perhaps...One of the most difficult things to move in. This, Samantha had decided the first time she'd actually put one on. Even plate armor, heavy as it was, would be actually designed and tailored to its wearer. Interlocking plates, padding on the inside. Perhaps not the most comfortable outfit ever. But you can move in it. Whalebone compressed her lungs until she could scarce breathe, and layers of petticoats threatened to catch up her legs with every step. She was, however, a lady. And ladies, apparently, subjected themselves to crude torture on a regular basis. Sam mused that the reason must be as a sacrifice for living longer than the male counterparts. Shifting her legs again, she would have preferred death at the moment. Across from her sat the Queen of Nortmund, Rosalia Gregorian. Rose, to Sam. They sat in a library, currently being tended to by the Archivists. The robed men mulled about, checking and reordering books, inserting new volumes, removing others. Poring over data. Aside from the nobility, the Archivists were amongst the few in the realm who were literate. It was not always as such. Before the Libraries – not the comparatively small one that resided in the southern wing of the Palace; rather, true centers of knowledge and learning – were burned after the fall of the First Kingdoms, most people across what is now Nortmund and beyond could read. Could write. There were stories and culture found within the books. Theatre writings and such. “You could intimately understand the people and their works from these dramas.” said the monarch, noticing Samantha's eyes glancing about. The Queen, in her own regalia, was graceful even in the ridiculous dresses expected of the female nobility. She spoke with a cool, utterly confident tone, though it was still friendly, comforting. “Explorations of the mind. The soul. The body.” The emphasis, though almost non-existent, spoke volumes. Enough to fill a portion of the library, even. As if she had commanded it, the Archivists began filing out, speaking quietly to themselves. They were a reclusive group, though friendly enough. Their knowledge though, and their practices, made them stand out. They understood the workings of the mind, both literally and metaphorically, better than almost anyone. Definitely Sam. Perhaps even the nobility. As the last of them left, they closed the door behind them, leaving an utter silence, save for the blowing of the winter wind and the crackle in the fire. The Queen stood, smiling at the Guardian. There was a trace of stiffness to her, the regal bearing that she carried. “I'd been meaning to ask you: How has the burden of tithe and title been treating you?” Sam took another sip for the mulled wine, its heat permeating her body. “Well, much the same really. I mean, it was mostly just an honor of ranking, wasn't it?” “Yes, though it more or less formally inducts you into the Royal Family. Extended, of course. Many of the Guardians who acquit themselves well find a place there. If you were to ever bear children, or leave a legacy of such a nature, the honors of Privilege would guarantee their place. It also makes you more suitable for the social exhibitions amongst the nobility as well. Amelie really likes you, you know. She says you have a shrewd mind.” The Queen walked about the library, pacing slowly. “I serve as best I am able, my Queen.” Sam felt a twinge in her bladder. She hoped this wouldn't last too long, as it would do no good to have a repeat of the last week. “Though I must admit, the field of battle is somewhat more comfortable than that of Court.” Rose smiled at her. “One you should learn, however. My dear daughter has a great ordeal ahead of her in life, and she needs someone to protect her, not only from physical dangers, but from those posed by a dangerous word, or a cold rumor. She needs someone there to advise her, but the few “Ladies” who would be of any use to her are as untrustworthy as they are clever. And, of course, avoiding suitors like the plague, as she does, there is little chance of her falling into subservience anytime soon. Besides, she is a fine judge of character.” The woman stopped near the fire briefly. “And she likes you.” Samantha was glad that she was turned away from the Queen, as her blush would have made things awkward. She discreetly pressed her legs together, grimacing at her body's desire for relief. “Yes, well...She is a pleasure to serve as well. Your daughter is both beautiful and cunning. It is a honor to be of use to her.” “Indeed. Your ranking will help to protect her social health as well as her physical. The mind as well as the body. Of course, this all depends on a few things. You have potential, yes.” The Queen leaned against the chair closest to the fireplace, her shadow dancing across the floor toward Sam. “But the quality of your character is something that requires better understanding. And so my husband and I decided that we would each get to know you. He greatly desires a new mind to bounce tactics and war off of as it is. It, sadly, occupies much of his time these months, as it must.” “For myself though...Well...How are you feeling?” “Well, my liege, of course.” Sam wondered at the question and sudden change of pace. “Are you? You know, you remind me a little bit of a dear friend I had when I was a bit younger...” The story soon spiraled out, and both Samantha and the Queen conversed, chatting, exchanging stories, jokes. A servant entered and added more wood to the fire and left. The gray light outside had begun to fade into night. The Queen was witty and very beautiful. Amelie was thin, and would be her whole life, but the Queen had curves to her that few could match. Silky hair and flawless, pale skin, just barely touched with lines. Thalos, God of Wisdom and Serenity, left his feet at the corners of her eyes, a symptom of a lifetime of laughter. It was like seeing Amelie in 20 or 30 years. It was a comforting thought. “And so it goes with so many of my ladies. I deal as best I can though,” Rose said, smiling. “But how are you feeling, Guardian?” Sam's bladder was on fire, as was her body. Her pupils were practically blown, alive with lust, unfocused but omnipresent. She wasn't sure how much longer she would last, but time was definitely running out. “Well, though my duties will soon call for me. I would be more than happy to return shortly, after I have seen to them.” “Soon, dearest. It has been a distinct pleasure conversing with you. But I have one last question.” A surge in Samantha's bladder caused her to slam her legs together, barely keeping her urethra closed. “Of course, my Queen. Anything.” “How is my daughter?” “She's as happy as I can tell, my - “ “That's not what I mean, Lady Samantha. I've noticed that you shared certain...Predilections...That my daughter does.” Sam's heart slammed against her chest – no mean feat with her corset strangling her as it did – and she blushed furiously. Unbidden memories of the ceremonies a week earlier filled her mind: the helpless feeling as she lost control in the middle of the crowd, barely hidden by the heavy robes. And of course, the burned-in memory of the queen discovering her secret shame. And hiding it. Remembering the incident brought a sympathetic surge to her bladder, causing a spurt of golden liquid to escape her pussy, dampening the petticoats of her dress. “I...Ah...” “It's alright. No need to be ashamed.” “She...Is...She is wonderful, in...all...ways.” Sam's knees knocked together as she desperately held onto to her weakening bladder. The Queen took this silently for a moment. “And you enjoy her?” “Unbelievably so, my Queen.” Another wetness began to form, entirely unrelated to her desperation. Queen Rose smiled a secret smile. “But I must wonder,” she mused, tapping a slender finger to her cheek, “how much she enjoys you in return. It is my duty as her mother to ensure my daughter's happiness and success.” “What do you mean?” “Well, my dear Lady, I am in need of some assistance. You see, our conversations have been utterly entertaining. Enthralled, even. Yet...It has left little time to refresh myself.” “I think I can sympathize, my Queen.” A stray thought, an intuition at the back of Sam's mind began screaming its way to the fore. “And it has left me in such a state that I desperately require relief. In fact, I dare not move, for fear of losing all control.” It was impossible to see below the Queen's layers of dress, but Sam could easily imagine the Queen's legs rubbing together. Her breath opened up, and became a little heavier. “Of course, Your Highness. It would be an honor to serve you.” She slipped out of her seat, her bladder twinging painfully, and another spurt escaping into her petticoats. She reached the Queen and, carefully, gingerly examined the woman's dress. The Queen, for her part, stood rigidly still. Her control was amazing, though Samantha could tell she was reaching her limits. Slowly she began to remove a layer, revealing the petticoats of beneath. She gently touched the woman's corset, eliciting a brief gasp from the woman. And then went a layer of the petticoat, and another, leaving only the Queen's stockings, panties, corset and girdle. Her silhouette was beautifully illuminated in the shadow of the firelight, a tall hourglass. And her body was so warm. Sam couldn't help but touch her creamy skin. Her back... Her shoulders... Her thighs... And a magnificent ass, barely clad by the girdle, which Sam delicately removed. Each touch caused the older woman to twich, either in desperation or electric pleasure. “My Lady Samantha, I must beg that you hurry. I am at my last...Ohh.” A brief spurt of twinkling droplets graced the woman's thighs. And suddenly, Sam knew she could take no more. “I shall, mistress. But my own need is too great. Please, help me with my own clothes before I disgrace myself. Her own dress was less complex, but even as the Queen acquiesced, she moved much slower, and stiffer, than Sam had. Another spurt wet her own panties, and the Guardian could feel her control slipping. As the petticoat came off, she lost the last vestiges of her control, spurting again into her panties and again. “My Queen, I'm afraid it's too late...I can't hold it any longer...” She bent over slightly, as golden liquid rushed out of her forbidden place, pouring in a waterfall between her legs. And then she felt the Queen's hand there, massaging her pussy as the urine burst forth. The feeling was uncontrollably blissful, and soon she lost all touch with reality, lost in the feeling of the Queen controlling her ecstasy. Pee rushed out of her with a hiss, splattering the wood floor and running in rivulets down her legs. She barely noticed as a finger slipped into her soaking panties, and then another, slipping past her pee-soaked lips and fingering her rapidly. In short order, she was reduced to a shivering wreck as an orgasm wracked her. She sank into the warm, wet wooden floor, slowly regaining her wits. The Queen straddled her prone body, grinding her slightly. “I must admit, Lady Samantha, that you are quite...Enticing,” she punctuated the word with a pelvic thrust, moving the woman's hot crotch against Sam's legs. “Pleasure me. Make me glow in ecstasy, before I completely disgrace myself. I can't hold it in for much longer.” The Queen's voice went higher at the last, almost child-like. Practically in a trance, the Guardian obliged, slipping to her knees before grasping at the Queen, molesting her, caressing her. She bit into her neck, eliciting a gasp, and ran her hand through the woman's hair, reveling in its softness. But the real prize was the woman's hips and thighs, her perfectly shaped ass that that filled her hands so well. She ran her fingers inside the woman's legs, and she leaked again, a sprinkle of urine gracing the floor. When Samantha pressed lightly against the woman's stomach, she tensed and moaned, followed by a tiny fart. “Please,” gasped Rose, “I can barely hold it back...” In response, Sam moved down, and began to lick the woman through her dampened panties. The Queen bucked on her knees at the feeling, lost in it, yet tense with the effort of holding back. With a finger, she began massaging her clit, rubbing the bump, and the monarch began gasping. She was getting close, her tense muscles pulsing with a building orgasm. Rose grasped Samantha's head and held her there, pressing her mons into her face. Sam licked her hungrily, and then, Rose let out a low, almost predatory cry. Sam pulled away, still massaging the woman's clit, and the Queen fell to her knees, wracked with waves of pleasure. Her wonderful ass right in the Guardian's face, she got a perfect view as the last of the Queen's control slipped away. It began slowly – a dribble of gold erupting from the woman's crotch – that slowly grew, and grew, until a it hissed against the fabric of the Queen's panties. The Queen moaned uncontrollably, still caught up in her orgasm. Her ass tensed and flexed with each pulse, revealing her well-toned musculature. As the tail end of her orgasm spun out, she relaxed entirely, giving up any semblance of holding on. Another small fart escaped her, but then, her ass began to spread, and her hole pucker through her now soaked panties. A solid log began to emerge, tenting out her panties. As it ended, another burst of gas erupted, followed by more logs, pushing down her panties. The Queen, her face in her arms, moaned quietly as she soiled herself, “I'm having an accident, I just couldn't hold it in any more...I'm pooping my panties...” More poop forced its way out, squeezing out the sides of the woman's underwear. Her perfectly shaped ass gyrated slightly, hypnotizing Samantha as she watched the spectacle. Finally, after what seemed like an mind-numbingly erotic eternity, the woman's hole closed up, and the Queen sighed. She lifted her head just enough to mutter, “Ahh, that feels better.” Her load made an enormous bulge, a perfect contrast the woman's creamy skin. Her ass in the air, she practically beckoned for the guardian to take her once more. Sam, for her part, had all but lost her mind, and assaulted the Queen in a frenzy of lust. If this was her future...Well, she could deal with all the snobbish nobles in the world. Chapter 5: "Only strike when victory is assured. The farmer does not law low the wheat with half a stroke; thus the army does not law low their enemy with half their strength. If circumstance conspires against you, offer circumstance tea" - Military texts of Nortmund military legend Johannes Kilgore. The last sentence essentially translates to "wait out the enemy." "Madame, the news is grim," murmured Hawthorne, the sergeant of the royal train's detachment, brushed snow from his coat and cinched the tent's knots, closing the pale light out. The warm lamplight that replaced it featured the man's worried face. "Word has arrived that the 3rd Army from Hiidenburg routed two days ago. The Oslanders torched the entire city, burning a good portion of the 3rd alive. The rest have scattered. Guardian Griffiths rides, but his forces are at least several days from here." Wild, pale blonde locks of hair framed delicate yet hard face of the Knight Bachelor Samantha Greylily. She sat drinking Kafe, a mildly alcoholic stimulant from the east. The floral burn did little to stifle the chill she felt. Hiidenburg was only a few day's hard ride from Daschour, the royal family's destination. They had planned the journey for morale purposes. Things were hard in the fragile southern lands. The cold was brutal, the threat of Osland worse, and to top it off, the bandit problem had not been solved. It had been hoped that a visit from the royal family would ease some of the troubles. In Sam's opinion, it was far too risky an act for such a small gesture. And now, this. She sat forward, finishing off the Kafe in a gulp. "What are Veridis' orders?" "He is still in conference with the royal family. As per your instructions, I've already set the soldiers to striking the camp. We should be ready to go within the hour, or whenever they finish and their tent can be broken down. He has requested your presence as soon as possible." The journey was coming to an abrupt end, now that the Oslanders stalked the southern hinterland. It had only been a few weeks since her "run-in" with the Queen, and the days following it had been mostly business, with the planning of this trip. All for naught, apparently. The train would need to make for Nortmund quickly, else the Osland raiders would overtake the slow-moving caravan. "Tell him I'll be there straight away," she said, pushing her chair back. He nodded and left as the Sam stood. Her winter furs fell open for a moment to reveal the pale, toned skin on her legs. The brutal cold and clouds had all but bleached the sun from her body, leaving her almost porcelain. She shrugged the robe off and revealed her fencer's body briefly. A hard, but comely woman, she was lithe but still curved, smooth yet dotted with thin scars years old. Shivering, she went to work putting on her leather pads. The armor had some metal rivets, but in the cruel winter, the only practical armor was primarily fur and leather. Most metal plates would freeze and shatter. Strapping her sword to her side and fastening her cloak, she made her way out into the sterile white light of the snowy morning. The cold made her bladder twinge mildly, but she was far too preoccupied to let it affect her. Making her way to the pavilion tent, the guards in front of it saluted, and let her pass. Inside sat the King with the Queen at a wooden table, alongside a stern, hardened man. Gin Veridis, First Captain of the Royal Guard. Gin leaned over the table, tracing a line along a cloth map. He was speaking quietly, and with the sound of the soldiers outside breaking the camp, Sam couldn't make out the words. As befitting her station, she awaited the call of her commander. And while she did, her eyes wandered. The royal pavilion was well appointed, though still a little spartan for the road. Rugs lined the boarded floor, and a small firepit heated, the smoke and vapor escaping into a hole built into the top. As her eye traveled, she noticed off to the side, reading quietly, there was the red-haired goddess, the Princess Amelie. Her breath caught, and her body heat ticked up. The mere sight of the girl was nearly enough to set Sam aflame. Worst of all, the girl knew it. Though the girl made a pretense at continuing to read, a sly smile crept up her lips, and her eyes briefly flashed to the Guardian. The Princess was lounging in a silky dress - the tent being warm enough to wear normal clothing, and it clung to the young girl's body in a most insidious way. As she watched, the girl slid her leg down the divan she was laying on, parting the legs and allowing it to ride up, revealing dark blue stockings to milky thighs and eventually the girl's... "Sirrah Greylily, step forward." Gin's voice was even, but the command was implacable, and her mind immediately snapped to attention. Shaking off Amelie's lustful spell, Samantha moved to the table. "My liege," she said, bowing to the King, followed by "your Highness," and another bow. Finally, she saluted Veridis. "Captain, what do you require?" "I trust Hawthorne has alerted you to the situation?" he asked, not waiting for a response. "The decision has been made to make haste back to Nortmund. The Family shall be separated to reduce the risk of travel during the return, and we shall be leaving within the hour. The Queen will ride the carriage, while the King shall return with myself and the Guardians. The men will break the camp and return on their own time. They are aware of the risks, and happy to protect our liege. You," he said, pausing briefly, "shall ride with the Princess. First west, to Ferrus, then back north to home." "Why the split, sir? That seems dangerous." She shifted forward, looking at the map. Various markers had been placed down, and she realized as Gin responded how dire their situation was. "Aye, but it's a sight better than our alternative. As of this moment, we stand in the disputed territory of Nortmund and Osland. The barbarians march on this road as we speak, and we cannot risk the entire family being captured." She stood for a moment, and let the situation sink in, before taking a deep breath, and nodding. "So shall it be done. Anything else?" "One more thing. This," he said, pulling a discreet, plain wooden box from below the table, "Must reach Nortmund with the Princess. And the package must remain intact. It is an artefact. A dangerous one at that. I'm sure I don't need to go into details about proper care and handling of it, yes?" Her world tilted slightly, and she shied away from the box. Artefacts were occult tools, objects of cultists and witches. Why it was there was beyond her comprehension, and it was only her steel will that surpassed her trepidation, and took the package. "It...It shall be done, Captain. My liege, my life is Amelie's." His voice intoned gently, and she realized how rarely the King had ever spoken to her. Tension drew the words tight, but confidence radiated from him. "Of that, I am certain, Guardian. Go with the Gods, and we shall see you Home soon." The King nodded at her, and as quick as that, she was dismissed. Gin went back to discussing tactical details with her liege, and the box sat quietly on the edge of the table. Was it her imagination, or did it practically beckon her? She shook her head briefly, and set her mind to the task at hand. She collected the box and turned. Amelie was already up, with a heavy fur coat on, looking beautiful and mischievous and scared at the same time. She guessed that the princess had already been made aware before Sam had entered. As she made her way over, the girl spoke to her. "I've already taken the liberty of having horses and supplies set for us. The servants have already packed my things. As soon as you're ready, we can leave." Despite the gravitas of the situation, the Guardian had to admire Amelie's strength. There was no trembling or weakness for royalty. In the back of her head, the girl's figure etched itself into her mind. The flowing cloth beneath her coat almost accentuating the her forbidden places. "Would you care for some help getting things together?" Sam kept her face carefully neutral as she nodded, though she longed to touch her, if only for a moment. Instead, she moved to hold the flap of the tent open for the girl, and they left into the pale white light of day. Outside, Hawthorne awaited her. "Madame." "Sergeant. Take care of the Queen. If anyone can, it will be you." A thin line of emotion tinged her words. What was that? Fear? "Yes, Madame. I heard that you're riding for Ferrus, yes?" "It seems that way. Why?" "I know of a man there, in the event you find yourself in a need that can't be paid off with your crest. His name is Thatcher. Caldwell Thatcher. He's not exactly...Reputable. But he is loyal to the crown. Of a sorts." Hawthorne shifted uncomfortably. Sam knew what he meant - A rake of some sort. Ferrus was a made trade town; likely the man was a gambler or smuggler or so. "You might not be able to trust him with your purse, but I'd put even my own life in his hands, if it came down to it. I have hopes that you'll have the easiest journey of any of us. But there's been enough surprises today that I worry for that." "I appreciate the concern, but it won't be needed," she said with a confidence she didn't really feel. "We will be home in no time, and when we are, the first round's on me." He nodded, and saluted as they made their way back to her tent. As an officer of the court, she received her own private, albeit small, tent. That said, as she was used to traveling light, it still held plenty of room. Her small trunk was all that was there, aside from the cot. Amelie followed her in, and closed the flap behind her. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried, Samantha. This has never happened before, and I'm surprised we got caught like this." The Princess moved past her and sat on the bed, sliding her coat off. "It does seem a little odd. The entire trip, and then this happening. I wouldn't have thought that Gin would let the royalty out of the palace, let alone this far south." "My father practically had to drag him here kicking and screaming himself. He argued that fear in this time would cause more damage than any bodily harm that could be put upon him or the family. A harsh sentiment, though I do agree." "There won't be much of a kingdom to lead though if he d-" "Don't say that!" Amelie glared at her briefly, before standing and kneeling to open Sam's trunk, laying the Guardian's belongings on the cot. "I'm sorry. This has me on edge too." She took stepped next to the Princess, watching the girl go through her things. It wouldn't have been the first time, so she had no real qualms about it. "I'd been thinking about that a bit. Why don't we start our trip off with good feelings and good omens?" The girl looked over her shoulder with a sly look at the Guardian, while she stuck her hips out just slightly, causing the cloth of her dress to drape itself over her perfectly formed ass. "What do you mean - wait, here, now? We don't really...Oh gods. I've missed that" Amelie's thin hand snaked itself along the inside of Samantha's thighs. "We have a minute or two, at least. We'll have to keep it quiet and quick," said Amelie through an evil grin, "but that's nothing new." She pressed her ass against Sam's leg and crotch, causing her to moan quietly. In almost a whisper, the girl said, "Besides, I have to gooooo..." To accentuate it, she squeezed her thighs against the Guardian. Unable to help herself, the Guardian slid a hand against the girl's hip bone, pulling her against the woman. Before she realized what she was doing, the other hand had already snaked around the girl's chest, caressing her breast, moving up to her throat. A heavy draw of breath came from the girl, and she hiked her skirt up slowly, still mostly pressed against Sam. Creamy legs were exposed, followed by the girl's beautiful ass, practically glowing in the pale lanternlight. She noted that the girl wasn't wearing undergarments. Sam's mind wandered briefly at the girl's pantiless groin, resting on the pillows in the main tent. With her one hand holding the girl against her, the other slid down, ever so slowly, caressing each part of the Princess' skin, reveling in her soft pubic mound with its light fuzz. Her fingers felt the girl's pussy, and it was already slick. The merest touch was electric to Amelie, who gasped before sidling herself up, squatting down slightly. She held herself against the cot. Her forbidden places were on display, enticing the Guardian. She kneeled before her Princess, eyes glued to the scene before her. An innate sensuality caused the girl to rock her hips slightly, moving her ass slowly in a hypnotic circle. "I've had to go all morning, and haven't had a chance to release my water since I awoke. I almost couldn't hold it in the pavilion. I squirted a few times on the pillows. I don't think I can hold it any longer..." Sam was transfixed. The words from the girl echoed in her head, but her eyes were trapped on the visage in front of her. And just like that, she saw it happen. At first, a tiny trickle escaped her soft pussy lips. The girl tensed briefly, trying to hold it, and then a squirt, tracing its way down her thigh. All of a sudden, the floodgates opened, and she started peeing in earnest, the pale yellow liquid hissing in the quiet of the tent. The outside world fell away as the Guardian watched. Bewitched, her hand reached out, touching the girl's soft lips. And in response, unable to contain herself, the girl pressed herself against Sam's hand, still peeing. Oh gods...Touching her felt so good. How did it feel so good? She slid a finger inside the girl as her stream died down, and the girl pressed her body against Sam. Winding hands flailed against the Guardian's body, each touch electric, uncontrollable. It's been so long. How does it feel so... And then she heard it. A whisper-thin hum, like...Like nothing she'd ever heard before. Amelie, noticing Sam had paused, murmured half in curiosity and half in frustration, "Samantha, what's the matter?" "I...I'm not sure. Do you hear..." And then she pinpointed the sound. It was coming from the box. The artefact's box. Inside it, illuminated from the cracks in the lid, there was a deep-violet glow. "My lady, there is witchcraft afoot." --- At first, there was only the hum. A drone, a croon, a beckoning and a warning. Pale and severe, an elegant whip of strength and beauty, the Knight Bachelor Samantha Greylily stood transfixed as the box called to her. Beside her stood a picture of majestic beauty in bloom. The Princess Amelie Gregorian, heir to the throne of the kingdom known as Nortmund, leaned against the knight, taut in the echo of lust. Curls, golden and red, cascaded across the younger woman’s face. Her slender body held itself against the strength of her Guardian, her sex enveloping Samantha’s hand. A trail of golden liquid snaked down her thighs, the girl’s fragrant scent carrying through her urine. The moment felt frozen in time. What could only have been a few seconds stretched into eternity as Samantha’s awareness focused on and was lost in the deepening hum of the artefact a few feet away. A wooden box, latched but shaking, glowed violet in its cracks and hinges. Somehow, some way, Samantha knew it was responding to the Princess’s groan of pleasure. And despite a warning spoken aloud a lifetime ago, both women were moved like marionettes in a theater of action. Far away from her conscious thought, Samantha’s slender, calloused hand moved, slipping between Amelie’s thighs, sliding inside her, rewarding the Guardian with wide, hungry eyes and a guttural moan. In a voice that was Amelie’s yet not, she whispered, “Yess…sss……ss. Moooore.” And Samantha could do naught but obey her liege. Though her sane mind futilely cried out, Samantha pulled the other woman close, increasing the intensity of her fingers, feeling the girl’s slickness. Feeling her body pulling, her breath rhythmically increasing. Their eyes locked, drowned in lust and a kind of primal fear both, she brought the girl closer and closer. And the hum grew to be more, to envelop them as the background noise of the universe. And then the girl came. A sudden buckling, a squirt of the girl’s fluids soaking Samantha’s hands, and then…A pulse. The box lid clattered open, latch broken, and the artefact within pulsed brilliantly and deeply, vibrating their souls. Samantha’s vision bleached out in a rich purple hue, and she thought no more. Riding as a passenger in her own body, she watched the princess hungrily slide the knight’s leggings down, pressing her face against the woman’s thighs, kissing her way to Samantha’s forbidden place. The way she inhaled the knight’s scent was intoxicating for them both. The way the girl’s tongue touched the woman’s clit felt like electricity. The latter had to steady herself against the table as pleasure began to wrack her. A first orgasm hit her like a blow, and she grabbed the girl’s hair, pushing her deeper between her legs. The Princess was only too eager to grant more benedictions. It went on for an amount of time that could have been minutes, hours, or years. Finally, Samantha held the panting Amelie still for a moment, and finished the ritual. Her vulva’s lips, inches from the younger girl’s face, suddenly erupted as hot pee shot out of her. Suddenly desperate and unable to control herself, Samantha emptied her bladder violently into the girl’s face and mouth. Golden piss coursed out of her, and the girl swallowed it as though dying of thirst. The way it smelled on her felt so much like it was always meant to be. As Amelie drank, she snuck her hands into Samantha, both her vulva and ass, pulling the woman with her own body, until finally as the knight’s stream died down, a final, exultant orgasm rocked her, and she almost fell. The artefact’s glow retreated, and its hold over them lessened. The all-consuming drone and color left Samantha’s consciousness. She saw the same happen in Amelie’s eyes. After a moment, an eternity, the girl whispered, “What…What happened?” Still breathing heavily, the Guardian righted herself, gently pushing the Princess away. “I’m not sure. The artefact seemed to – Did you feel it too?” Her clothes soaked and skin flushed, Amelie nodded and stood. “It controlled us. But I still loved it. I loved you,” she whispered the last, fiercely, fearfully. “It’s okay, it’s okay. This was all okay.” She wasn’t sure how to process the girl’s confession of love, and instead focused on the artefact. She cupped her face and kissed it deeply, before rising and moving to the artefact’s container. Beneath the furred robes, Samantha’s pale, toned thighs glistened with wetness. “You should probably change for the journey ahead – it will be bitter beyond the tent.” “Ye…Yes,” murmured Amelie, a slight amount of disappointment and hurt flashing across her face. As the girl changed, Samantha retrieving from the box a slender, simple, golden rod. It appeared to be pure gold, at least as far as she could tell, and perfectly smooth. Hesitantly, she touched it, and was relieved when nothing happened. At least, nothing bad. As Samantha’s hand closed over the rod, she felt as though it knew her. Knew and…Approved? The Guardian didn’t know how that could be possible, yet she was certain of the knowledge. She slid the rod into a pocket within her vest, where it sat, heavy. She had a feeling it would always make itself known. From there, the two prepared in quiet for a long journey ahead. The road, Samantha knew, would be unknown and treacherous. She risked an occasional glance back at the girl, found herself embarrassed to see her eyes locked against hers. Could the girl tell? Could she tell that Samantha – despite the futility and forbidden fact of it – loved her too?
Another story of sporty Princess Daisy, but not during Olympics this time. There will be sports involved, though, but not for the main part of the story. Not sure that anyone but Melificentfan will read this, maybe I'm better writing about Mario characters because Super Mario is more popular than My Little Pony. After the Race: Princess Daisy's Desperation Princess Daisy woke up. She felt her pajama pants and sighed of relief on noticing they were dry. She had just dreamed that she was looking for somewhere to pee but couldn't find one, with all the bathrooms either occupied, missing a toilet, or their doors broken, eventually jumping into a pond and peeing there before she woke up. She did have to pee, though. So she got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, did her business, and changed into her sports outfit, a yellow tank top and short, skintight, orange shorts. Today she had signed up for a game of soccer, a long race, and beach volleyball. She made a big pot of coffee and drank it all, and then, as it was getting close to 10:00, she jumped through a warp pipe to Mushroom City. First was her soccer game. It was fierce and went on for a long time, as the score was tied, but eventually Daisy scored the winning goal. She was tired, thirsty, and sweaty after the game, so she went to the nearest store, bought three bottles of soda, and drained them in under a minute. She waited about a half hour before the race, which was a 30-lap race around a long track. Five minutes before the race, a sudden intense urge to pee hit Daisy. The coffee had gone through her, and the soda she drank was slowly starting to fill her bladder as well. The bathroom in the waiting room had a line. Blaze and Rouge were in that line as well. Birdo was initially in it, but seeing how long the line was, she walked to the corner and peed there instead. At least Yoshi, Jet, and Koopa the Quick seemed to be doing fine. When it was only one minute until the race, Daisy and the remaining contestants in the line walked to the start. Daisy could at least use her desperation as motivation to run faster. "Ready... set... go!" Daisy took off and ran so fast she was sure she could beat Sonic. She was almost immediately ahead of the other racers, and put more distance between them each lap. As she ran, her desperation increased, but she held it in. She won the race by a landslide, but still had to wait for the others to finish. She held herself as she was presented with her gold medal, and then she ran back to the waiting room bathroom. However, as Blaze and Rouge had not placed third or second, they and some of the other contestants had walked back ahead of her and were once again in line. Daisy decided to go find another bathroom, for she still had quite some time before her volleyball game. But first, she was thirsty from running that long race. Her outfit was damp with sweat, her hair was soaked, and her legs glistened. She hesitated to potentially increase how badly she needed to go, but she couldn't ignore her thirst. She bought five water bottles with coins she won in the race and downed them as fast as she had run. Once her thirst was satisfied, she searched the store for a bathroom, but couldn't find one, so she ran outside. She sprinted to the nearest gas station, and ran inside. Unfortunately, the bathroom had an "Out of Order" sign on it. She groaned and ran out the door. She ran to a park, feeling her bladder getting more full by the minute, and looked for an outhouse there. She found one, but it was occupied. She banged on the door. "Hurry up in there! I really gotta go!" She held herself and did the pee dance for five minutes before the toilet flushed, and Wario came out. "Heheh, you look hot when you have to pee," he said. Daisy ignored him for now and ran to the outhouse door. "Oh, I wouldn't go in there," Wario chuckled. Daisy entered the outhouse, and gagged at the smell inside. She looked at the toilet, which was clogged and overflowing. She ran back outside and looked around for a tree to go behind. "I warned you," said Wario. "But you can pee in front of me." He slapped Daisy's butt. Daisy kicked Wario in the crotch and ran into the woods. Unfortunately for her, there were Toads and monkeys everywhere. She could feel the pee sloshing around as she ran further along the path. She finally found a big tree she could go behind. She ran behind the tree and was about to pull down her shorts when a Toad walked into view. "Hi Daisy," said the Toad. "You look pretty distressed. What's up?" "I have to go to the bathroom really badly!" Daisy hoped the Toad would take the hint and let her pee behind the tree. "I saw a sign pointing to an outhouse just a little further down the path," said Toad. This would give her a better shot at privacy, though she hoped she could make it that far. She felt like she was about to burst. Daisy ran back onto the path, and soon she found a bathroom sign pointing toward a dark area of the woods. She ran down this path, and the further she got, the more eerie the atmosphere got, and the trees had less leaves on them. With a sinking feeling, she suspected this section of the forest might be haunted. She hoped a ghost didn't startle her. If they did, she would pee right then and there. She found the outhouse the signs pointed to. There were actually two outhouses. She opened the door of one of them and walked inside. It was a little dark, but she could see the toilet in front of her. As she got close to it, however, the toilet disappeared. Daisy groaned and ran outside. She wasn't sure the other outhouse would be much better, but it was her only option at this point. She ran inside and touched the toilet. She could feel it clearly. Her bladder was overflowing, everything she had drank today having gone through her by now, but she felt better knowing she was about to get her much-needed relief. She pulled her shorts and white panties down and sat on the toilet. Then, a Boo appeared in front of her. Daisy would have been startled and peed right there, but this was overridden by the fact that someone was about to watch her pee. Plus, the Boo wasn't making any scare motions. She quickly pulled her shorts and panties back up and ran outside the outhouse. She ran back the way she had come, knowing she wasn't going to find a decent place to relieve herself here, and annoyed that her relief had been taken away from right in front of her. She reached the tree she had tried to go behind before, only to see two Toads sitting behind it having a conversation. Daisy ran back to the park and back to the outhouse Wario had clogged. She decided she'd pee in there regardless of the smell or state of the toilet. However, it had an Out of Order sign on it and was locked. At that moment, her bladder gave out. Daisy began peeing herself uncontrollably. She moaned with embarrassment and relief as her shorts became soaked, and pee flowed down her legs. At least no one was around to witness her wetting herself, and the warm wetness almost did feel nice. She peed for about three minutes, and when she was done, she realized it was almost time for her volleyball game. People chuckled a bit at Daisy's wet shorts, but cheered all the same when she and Peach won, after which Peach gave her a bath in her sports outfit.
Here is the beginning of a story I put together. I will say up front that my spelling and grammer stink. Constructive criticism is welcome just don't be hateful and nasty. Let me know what you think and if you have any ideas or suggestions. The Little Voice The big day is finaly here. I can hardly believe it, I'm living in my own appartment and starting college. I thought this day would never get here but now that it's happening it is all kinda overwhelming. I've never been away from home for more than a few days and now I'm half way across the country in a big school where I don't know any one or how anything works. Oh well I'm a big girl now and I will just have to put my big girl panties on and figure it out as I go. I tossed and turned most of the night last night because i was so nervous about the first day of class today. I laid out everything that i need to take with me this morning before I went to bed last night. My text books and note books. I don't want to stand out so I'm going to wear simple blue jeans and a T-shirt. A pair of nondescript panties, sure, I know no one will be able to see them but I'll know and I want to dress respectably. I really don't need a bra for support. In fact in High School i got teased because i still looked like a little girl. I was late to develop and even now I don't have many curves. My bra is only 32A and I barely fill it up. Hardly worth it but will wear one any way because even though my boobs are tiny my nipples are pointy and really stick out, especially if im in A/C. It would be so embarrassing if anyone saw them poking through my shirt. I picked out a no frills bra so even if someone sees the outline of it through my shirt it won't draw attention to me. Back in High School the classes were only 45 minutes long, but here they are 3 hours long with a break in the middle. With the classed 4 times longer and twice a long between breaks it will take some getting used to. Unlike High School we are allowed to eat and drink in class. So I am taking some munches and a bottle of Coke. The prices in the junk food machines are crazy high so I am taking my own. I can get a liter bottle at the store for the same price as 12 ounce can from the machine. So one should get me through the day. We are even allowed leave during class to go to the bathroom if we have to. Thats probably a good thing, with an hour and a half between breaks I bet there would be some pee pee dancing going on, and maybe even a few wet pants, if no one was allowed to go to the bathroom. There is no way I could get up and leave during class, no matter how full my bladder gets. Everyone would be looking at me and thinking she is such a little kid she can't hold hold her bladder it till the break. I just couldn't stand that humiliation. I'm not worried though, i haven't peed in my myself since I was 7 years old and it wasn't really my fault. Sure I had been putting off going potty to the last minute like I normally did but how was I to know we would end up running late. I even told Mom I need to go potty before we left. She said " We're late. It's only 10 minutes away, you will just have to hold it till we got there" and then we got stuck in traffic. I didn't have to go any more when we got there. Any way I did put my big girl panties on this morning so i will be fine. All right, I should be ready to go. Dressed, no going to class without my pants on like in the dreams. I've got everything I laid out last night. Grab my car keys and get going. As I'm unlocking the car I am supprised by the need to pee. I can think I can hold it till I get there but I should probably go to the bathroom before leaving. Just to make sure I don't have to spend the day in wet pants like I did when i didn't go before leaving 12 years ago. It must be the first day nervousness because i normally dont have to go this soon after my morning pee. Its only been a little over an hour but i already need to go again. So back inside I go to use the bathroom. Can't have everyones first impression of me being the girl that shows up on the first day doing the pee pee dance while she runs around desperately trying to find the bathroom before it's too late. The school is normally about a 15 minute drive from my appartment. But today traffic is a bitch and it seemed to take forever. It takes me a while to find the student parking lot closest to the building where my classes are. They certainly don't go out of their way to make it convenient for us. Then a 5 minute walk from the lot to the building. Getting there with about a minute to spare I have to hurry to the class room. As i am sitting down, I think that I'm sure glad that i used peed before I left. If i hadn't I would really need to go by now and there is no way I could use the bathroom and still make it to class on time. On the other hand I couldn't stand the embarrassment of being late to class especially on the first day. So my first day of class would have ended up being a test of just how good I am a keeping my big girl panties dry. The first half of class was even more boring than the first day of class in High School. He listed off the rules and expectations. You can eat in class if you clean up your own mess. The school forces him to have the rule that you can leave class to go to the bathroom. But he says, only if it is a true emergency. In other words only to avoid having an accident. He jokingly added that "and it's not an emergency unless there is wet spot on your pants as you run out of the room" at least i think he was joking. Other than that I was so bored I totally zoned out. I spent most of the first half of class doodling in my note book, munching, sipping on my Coke and thinking how far I had come from the little girl that pissed her little girl panties just because of a little traffic to the big college girl that was only a little inconvenienced by that same traffic delaly and kept her big girl panties totally dry. Break time. One more drink from my Coke and then a quick stop at the bathroom. When I went to take my drink I realized that the bottle was empty. I must have been more zoned out that i realized. I don't remember drinking that much during the first half of class. I do need to pee but not enough to make me dance around in my seat yet but now that i am no longer zoned out I can tell I no definitely need to go. It's not really that bad, I might even be able to hold it till the end of class. Wonder what would happen if it tried, would I be able to make it or would I have to do laundry tonight? What, where did that thought come from? Now for the potty break. Because respectable college girls go when they need to. They are smarter than little girls that keep putting it off until they run out of time before they have to leave causing them to get caught short and go pee in their pants. Then they have to endure the humiliation of everyone staring at their pee soaked pants the rest of the day. Now back to class. The break seamed to short. Just enough time to get to use the bathroom and make it back to class. It might have something to do with the line. There were five girls in front of me in line. If each takes 2 minutes to take care of their business then the 10 minute break gone. The second half of class should be more interesting. We are going go over chapter one so I shouldn't zone out like the first half of class. After about 45 minutes of listening and taking notes I realize this class might not end up being so bad. Not exciting but it probably won't put me to sleep. I also realize that drinking that whole bottle of Coke during the first half of class may not have been a good idea. My bladder is getting that full feeling. I look at the time and its only been 45 minutes and I need to go again. What's going on with me today? It must be a combination of that first day nervousness and the fact i drank a whole liter of Coke during the first half of class. With me needing to go again and this section of the class only half over it would have really made it interesting if I had skipped the potty break. My pants would probably be at least a little wet by the end of class, maybe even soaked. What is up with me, where are these thoughts comming from. Why am I thinking about this stuff and why does my heart beat faster every time I think about it? Oh, thinking about it is making me need to go worse. I catch myself shifting around in my seat and crossing my legs. I have to stop that. I can't let anyone see me squirming around. If they do they will know i have to pee again. I can't handle them knowing I really gotta go. I know i can get up and run to the bathroom but I could never do that. I will just have to hold on and try to relax so no one notices. I can do this, it's no big deal class will be over in a few minutes. Finally, class is over and I can head to the bathroom. No matter how much I want to run out of the class room and down the hall I can't do that. That would shout out to everyone that I am desperate to pee. I have to stay respectable and walk to the bathroom at a normal pace. There is one of those strange thoughts again. It's almost like a little voice in my head. Going to the bathroom here is no fun, you know you can make it there totally dry. The way to make it interesting is to head straight to you car and try to make it home. That way there is a chance you won't get there in time, especially if you get slowed down by traffic again. As that little voice is telling me this my heart is beating faster and I get tingly all over. No, I am a grown up respectable girl and i will not intentionally set it up so that there is a real chance that I might piss in my pants like i did when i was a little girl. I walk to the bathroom and do my buisness in the toilet. Head home and start working on my home work. Maybe after a good nights sleep I won't have to pee every 30 minutes and that little voice will go away and stop trying to tempt me to do crazy things. Let me know what you think and where the story should go from here.
The little voice continues What the little voice says is underlined. **************************** I slap the button to shut the alarm off and feel the urge to pee. I would love to stay in my warm cozy bed but I should really get up and go to the bathroom before I put it off to long and take the chance of wetting the bed. Still half asleep, I slowly start crawling out of bed causing my morning pee to shift letting me know my bladder is close to its limit. Oh, I didn't realize I have to go this bad. You know in a wierd sort of way it feels kinda good. It's making my cunny tingle almost like it does when I'm looking at a hot guy. I pause for a minute to make sure everything is under control before heading to the bathroom. I can't believe it, I'm actually getting a rush out of my bladder being almost as full as it can get. Time to get moving, If I stand here thinking about it too long instead of doing something about it I may have an accident. As I start towards the bathroom I hear the little voice say Good morning. I thought a good nights sleep would get rid of you, I think to it. Oh no, you can't get rid of me that easy. I like it here, I think I'm going to stay for awhile. What are you doing? I'm going to the bathroom before i pee in my panties. You don't really have to go all that bad. I bet you can hold it till you get to school. What!?, that's an hour and a half from now. I can't hold it that long. I almost pissed myself getting out of bed. Come on, give it a try. You know it will be exciting and you might even make there dry. Fine, if it will make you happy, I'll try to hold it till I'm ready to leave. That's an hour from now. I'm not sure I can wait that long but I will try. Even if I make it till then there is no way I am leaving with out using the toilet and taking the chance of pissing my pants like when I was a little girl. Good girl. That's a good start. Anyway whats the worst that can happen? Even if our pants get a little damp it's no big deal all we have do is throw them in the washer. We can work on pushing it a little longer each time we do it until we really do piss ourself. Then we start seeing how far we have the nerve to push it away from home. I have no Idea why I agreed to do my best not to use the bathroom for the next hour when I my bladder is already close to its limit. It's probably because I am still half asleep. It may also have something to do with the rush that I am feeling. My nipples are even hard, and its not even cold in here. I am kinda curious what that is all about. Here at home I can get away with pushing it a little bit. Its not like I plan on actually pissing in my pants. Just waiting till the very last minute. I can run to the toilet when the first drop is starting to leak out. Not like in class where I am too embarrassed to get up and go so I have no choice but to hold my pee until break no matter what. So, at school I can't put it off and take the chance of getting caught short between breaks. If I do it there there is a real chance I might totally piss myself in front of eveyone. Besides now I'm alone so no one can see me pee pee dancing or find out I am doing this. I'll still be embarrassed when I have to squirm around to hold it but without anyone around i can even hold myself if I have to. If the first few drops leak into my panties as I run to the bathroom I will feel a little bit ashamed but not so much I can't handle it. Time to head straight for the kitchen and get breakfast. As I see the bathroom door my bladder disagrees. It is sure it will be getting relief like it does every morning at this time. When I get to the door my bladder contracts in anticipation. It's not unusual for my bladder to start trying to push my pee out as I steep through the bathroom door. I never have problems making it to the toilet in time but today is different. I don't step through the door and sit on the toilet. As I walk past it I think to my bladder sorry you are going to have to wait a little bit longer this time. It responds by contracting even harder just like it does every day but every other day I am sitting on the toilet by now. It doesn't care that I still walking down the hall way. It says it is time for the pee to come out and it's trying its hardest to make that happen. The only way to keep from having the accident I was thinking about a minute ago is to bend over a little bit and cross my leggs. Here we go, time to decide, do I stick to what I agreed to or wimp out and pee in the toilet like every other day. I'm not going to use the bathroom, something is happening because I need to go so bad and I want to find out what it is. I keep walking towards the kitchen but now it's more like hobbling. Crossing my legs is not so embarrassing here at home. There is no one to see squirming because I really need to go. I must have lost my mind. A minute ago i was thinking that I had better get moving toward the bathroom before I have an accident in my panties and now I am walking right past the bathroom door even though I'm crossing my legs to avoid pissing in my pants. This does remind me of when I was little. I never would go till the last minute. When I say last minute I mean that I would not even start towards the bathroom or even admit I needed to pee till I actually started to leak. That ment that most of my panties had gotten a little wet more than once or twice. It only caused real problems when my pants were starting to get wet and someone was in the bathroom or we were out of the house where there was no bathroom to run to. Then my pants got more than a little wet. It will be different today. Though I will be holding it till the last minute just like i used to and my panties may end up with a wet spot like when I was little, there is no one else here to occupy the bathroom I will make sure I go pee before leaving the house. So, wet panties maybe but a full accident is unlikely. Soaking myself in public just won't be happening. I made it to the kitchen. My bladder has backed off trying to go for now. I guess it has accepted that it will have to wait. The need to go is still there. If i stood here and just relaxed pee would end running down my legs but I am no longer on the verge of having an uncontrolable accident. No worries though, I am a big girl that can control herself and I don't plan on going pee pee in my big girl panties. As I sit down with cereal and a glass of juice I feel wetness down there. Thats strange, I know no pee came out but I'm a little bit wet down there. I put my hand between my legs and touch my crotch finding my PJ pants are still dry. I slip my hand inside my pants finding my panties are wet and sticky. The touch sends a little electric shock right into my pussy. The little voice wispers I told you it would be exciting. All it took was holding it for a few more minutes when you thought you were at your limit to make you wet horny. Just imagine how much it will effect you when you keep holding it till you really do have an accident. Hold on a minute! I only agreed to hold it this morning and that is just because i was curious. I never agreed to the rest of it. You haven't yet but you will. The more you do it the more excited it will make you and the more you will want to do it. Eating breakfast took thirty minutes. Only a half hour before I have to leave. Time to brush my hair and get dressed. I will brush my teeth on my way out the door. I don't want to loose control and pee before its time to leave. There is no doubt in my mind that my bladder will give me trouble as soon as I step into the bathroom. If that doesn't make me start peeing the water running while I brush my teeth will. Deep breath, I know what is going to happen when I walk towards the bathroom. Regardless of how bad it gets I am determined not to use the toilet until it's time to leave. Here we go. I start down the hall to my bedroom but all my bladder knows is that we are headed towards the bathroom. Once again it starts contracting thinking I am going to stop and use the toilet. I tell it not yet, wait just a little longer and I will take you to the toilet. This time it tells me that's not a good idea I have to go now not in a little bit. If we don't stop right now I'm going to make you start peeing whether you want to or not. It's up to you it can happen in the toilet or in your pants. I say out loud Nope, no toilet until after we get dressed and come back to the bathroom to brush our teeth. I cross my legs again trying to maintain control but that is not enough this time. Even with my leggs crossed I can still feel the pee coming down my urethra. Its right at the edge, if it goes any further it will be in my panties. I have push my finger against my pee hole to stop the piss from leaking out right here and now. As I put preasure on my pee hole more of the electricity tingles my pussy. I feel my pee pushing against my finger. This time my finger is all that is preventing an accident. I have to keep walking. If I stay here it won't be long before even my finger won't be able to hold it in. I take a step and it makes my finger brush against my clit causing lightning bolts surge through my pussy. The lightning makes me jump which moves my finger off my pee hole for a split second. Oh shit, a spurt of pee leaks out. Not much, just a tiny bit but enough to make a small wet spot on my panties. Wow, my heart is beating faster and I'm breathing hard. My panties are starting to get really wet but its from more than just the pee. I sure am glad there is no one around to see this the embaresment would be more that I could take. I keep walking towards my room. Every step makes my finger rub my clit it feels like I am frigging myself. Being on the edge of pissing myself is making it way more intense that I have ever felt before. I make it there without any more pee leaking into my panties. By the time I get there I am super horny and want to keep going till I have a good cum. Cumming right now is probably not a good idea. I bet I would end up pissing all over myself and make a big mess. Looking at the clock and see I have just enough time to get ready and head out the door. No time to get myself off, looks like i will have to suffer through the day being all hot and bothered. Once I get to my room the urge isn't quite as bad. I still really have to go but I no longer need my finger down there plugging the dike. Damn, that was close, I almost had an accident. But I didn't cause big girls don't have accidents. My big girl panties only have a few drops of pee pee in them and that doesn't count because it's not an accident if my pants are still dry. Now that I don't have to hold my crotch any more I can get dressed. Off comes the night shirt revealing that my nipples are as hard as little rocks. As it comes off it rubs against my nipples and its their turn for lightning bolts to shoot through them. The lightning seem to go straight from my nipples to my pussy making it tense up. It makes me feel like I am starting to pee again but nothing comes out. Thats strange, when I started having an accident it made me horny and now that I'm horny it's making me feel like I having accident. On goes the plain old bra over my rock hard nipples. I hope my nipples go down enough that the bra can hide them. On top of that another plain shirt that won't draw any attention. Off come the PJ pants and my panties. The pants are still dry and the wet spot on the panties is only about an inch across. I could go to class with them on and no one would ever know I had a little leak. Of course I would never go to school in wet panties but I could because my pants are still dry. A quick wipe with a baby wipe to get the sticky girly juices off. The wipe going across my clit makes my whole body tense up and my hips push forward against my hand. I start rubing myself without even thinking about it. It feel so good I don't want to stop but it's making the pee try come out again. If I keep going I will start pissing and won't be able to stop. I force myself to pull my hand away and try to catch my breath. I pull on a dry pair of panties. Make sure you pick pair a dark blue jeans just in case you can't make it all the way to school then the wet spot will not be so visible. Sure I wonder if I could make it and yes it would be exciting to do but no way I will ever try it on the way to class. I'm not going to take the chance of having an accident on the way to school. Maybe not, but you know It would be fun to try. I might think about doing it on the way home some day. But I will be peeing before I leave for class. All dressed. Now for the dash to the bathroom. Once I start that way I know my body will start peeing and I won't be able to stop it this time. I just have to run to the toilet and get my pants down before it starts comming out. Here we go. Squeeze the kegel muscles tight and hold it in as long as I can. I'm almost to the bathroom door before my body realized where I am going. As I go through the door I can feel it starting to flow through my urethra. No matter how hard I squeeze my muscles I can't even slow it down this time. I'm at the toilet, I'm not peeing yet but it is right at the edge and there is no stopping it. My pants down and they are still dry. I'm reaching for my panties... of fuck, oh fuck, im pissing my big girl panties and i can't stop it. I grab them an pull them down as fast as I can but they are soaked. The stream is comming out so hard it look likes it's comming from a garden hose. It feels so good. So intense. I think I'm going to... Then the flow slows to a trickle and stops. My god, how did peeing almost make orgasm. I will have to figure it out later. I'm running late. wipe off and get another pair of dry panties and get going so I won't late. That is the second pair of big girl panties your have gotten wet today and this pair is way more than just a little bit wet. Boy this is fun. ************************ So, how do you like it so far? Any ideas or suggestions?
About 8 PM there is a knock on the door. It is my neighbor and her tweenage daughter. She immediately starts apologizeing all over herself explaining that she was called into work unexpectedly for an overnight shift and has no one to keep an eye on her daughter. She is almost begging me to let her daughter sleep over to avoid her being alone all night. I have no problem with her spending the night but she will have to sleep on the couch. I think her mom is going to smother me in thanks. She then steps closer and wispers in my ear that her daughter still sometimes wets the bed and hands me a bag with a change of clothes and package of large Good Nights inside. Make sure she wears her night time underwear tonight to keep your couch dry but don't let her put them on before bed time. Maybe you can sneak one for yourself. Don't worry I will look after her. You get going before your late for work. Once her mom left and I closed the door I hand her the bag and and suggest that she take it to the bathroom. Then you can pull up Netflix and pick out a movie to watch while I fix us something for dinner. I throw a pizza in the oven and get out a 2 litter Coke along with two cups. After putting the pizzza in the oven I head back to the living room and find her in a night shirt and a Good Night. It's a little early for bed isn't it? She says ya, but I'm kinda tired. I think I might fall asleep during the movie and I don't want to get your couch wet. I see you put a pair of your night time undies on. She blushes and says Ya, Ya, I'm wearing it but please don't tell anybody about it and please, please don't tell mom I put it on before bed time, she would be pissed. I assure her that her secret is safe with me. Now lets start the movie. You should put one on too, that way you won't have to intrupt the movie for any silly potty breaks. No way, how would I explain it if she saw me wearing one. We spend the next two hours eating pizza, drinking way to much Coke and watching the movie. About half way through the movie the excessive about of Coke catches up with me and I really need to pee. Come on, try to wait till the end of the movie. I will be fun. If she wasn't here I might indulge you but I can't even think about doing that with her beside me. I'll be back in a minute. All that Coke ran right through me. She looks at me and laughs, maybe you should have put a pull up on before the movie too. Your skiny enough, I bet they would fit you. I notice she is squrming around as she says it but figure she old enough to go when she needs to. I stick my tongue out at her and say very funny. Then I head to the bathroom and take care of business. After the movie she says I need to go into the bathroom then I want to go to sleep. I tell her go ahead, I will take the dishes to the kitchen while you go pee and then take my own potty break before going to bed. We need our beauty sleep cause we both have to go to school in the morning. As I walk into the bathroom I notice a wet pull up in the trash can. Poor thing she must have had an accident during the movie. So, that's why she wanted to get ready for bed before the movie. She knew she was going to have to go before the movie was over and didn't want to interrupt the movie just to use the bathroom. When you had to get up to use the bathroom she did say you should have put on a pull up before the movie too. Maybe she did it on purpose, and maybe she really thought she could wait to the end of the movie and just tried to hold it a little to long and had an accident. Either way I could never do that in front of anyone. The next morning I wake up feeling bloated and crampy. What a lovely way to start the day, with my period. This will be interesting. You always have to pee more often during your time of the month. I get up a and find her still asleep. I let her sleep while I take a quick shower. While getting dressed I put a pad in panties. That is my last pad. No problem I'm not flowing heavy yet so It should last all day. I just have to remember to get more on the way home. You know, this pad is almost like a little diaper, I'll bet it can absorb quite a bit. You can let out several drips and maybe even a squirt or two before you would have to worry about it overflowing. You should wear on next time you watch a movie. Just because she was willing to wet herself to avoid interupting the movie doesn't mean I am. But I will think about it as long as there is no one else around. I go into her room and wake her up. Hop out of bed and go take a shower while I get breakfast ready. She whines that she doesn't want to. I pull the covers off her and say time to wakey up. She tries to roll back over so I I say you ask for it, Tickle, Tickle as I start tickling her. She says don't do that unless you want your bed to get wet. Your going to make me pee and I don't think my pull can hold any more. I keep tickling her and laugh saying in that case you better get up before you have an accident. She jumps up and runs towards the bathroom like her pants are on fire. Or in this case with little drops starting to trickle down her legs. Hurry up your starting to drip. As I get to the bathroom I find the door open I look in and see her standing in the shower with pee leaking out of her pull up and running down her legs. She giggles and says, see I told you it couldn't hold any more. I tell her to put her pull up in the trash can with the one you wet during the movie so we can carry them out when we go. Her giggles fade away and she looks like she is about to burst into tears. She says I'm sorry, Please don't spank me. It was really was an accident. I tried to make it but I just couldn't hold it. I shush her and say, you don't need to worry about that. Like I said your secret is safe with me. Any way the only reason you wet yourself this morning is because I tickled you. And the accident last night was partially my fault. I shouldn't let you have that much to drink while you were watching a really good movie. Though you could have made it that time if you didn't try to hold it so long. Yes, I noticed you were squrming like a worm as you made fun of me for running to the bathroom. But don't worry about it I used to do the same thing. I understand that accidents happen, especially when you put off going to long because your doing something fun and don't want to stop. I will never get mad at you because you don't make it to the bathroom in time. Now get cleaned up and ready for school. She got showered. We ate breakfast and watched TV for about an hour then it was time to go. I ask her do you need to use the bathroom one last time before we leave? She said no, I will be fine. I told her well, I am going to. You never know about traffic around here and its best not to get caught without a bathroom when you really need one. I dropped her off at school and told her to have a fun day. She said I had fun, and thanks again for not getting mad at me. I responded come back any time. Have a good day, try to behave yourself. Then I got myself to school, took one last pee before class and got the day started. Because my period makes me have to pee more often I am going to slowly sip on my Coke today instead of drinking it like i normally do. That way hopefully I can avoid needing to go to badly before break time. I notice that the girl sitting beside me today is not sipping on her water. She already drank two bottles and we haven't even gotten to break yet. That's ok, she is a big girl she can take care of herself. Just like the neighbor girl took care of herself last night. But I don't think this one is wearing a Good Night. Behave yourself, college kids don't wet their pants in class. So far today is being a good day. Its break time and even though I on my period I'm going to bake it to the bathroom in plenty of time. Come on be a sport, make the day more interesting by waiting till the end of class to go. Nope, you know the rule, no putting of going to the bathroom in public. We only play that game at home when no one else is around. I head to the bathroom and unsuprisingly the girl that drank all the water and a couple of others go along with me. When we get there we find a sign that says "Temporarily closed due to water being turned off" Goody, the day just got more interesting and there is nothing you can do about it. Of course my bladder contracts in anticipation. I think to myself damn I really need to cross my legs but no way I'm going to do that and let everyone know how bad I need to go. Oh shit, I'm starting to leak. One dribble makes its way out before I can clamp down and stop it. Everything is back under control. No harm done, my pad soaked the leak right up. Good thing I'm on my period otherwise there would be a little wet spot on my pants right now. Now all I have to do is get my heart rate under control. See how hot and itchy you are down there. And all from one little leak in front of all these people. Just imagine how desperate you will be by the end of class. Maybe you can hold it till the end of class and maybe not. The pad will soak up another leak or two but what if you do more than that? It will have you so horny you might even have an orgasm right in the class room. The well hydrated girl has her legs crossed and is saying oh, this is bad, I really need to go and class is only half over. I ask her if she is going to be ok. She says ah, ya, I think so. I think I can hold it. Or at least I hope I can. I tell her don't worry we will be fine. It's only an hour and a half and then we will be free to get out of here and find a bathroom that actually works. I only wish I had as much confidence as I am showing. to be continued
We go back to class and sit down again. The first thing I do is put my bottle of Coke back into my bag. It looks like it will be quite a while till I can make it to the bathroom and I can't afford to drink any more i want to have any chance at all of making it home to the toilet before I totally piss myself. Even if I cant make it all the way home at least there is a chance I can make it to the car before I loose control where everyone can see me peeing my pants like a little girl. Its a lucky thing that I have only been sipping on my drink today. If I had been drinking it like normal there is no way I could avoid making a puddle before the end of class. Come on drink up. Dry panties are over rated. No, just because I may be willing to take the chance of wetting my self at home for you does not mean I will not set my self up where I have an accident in public. That is ok, fate may have set it up for you today. In fact I bet you have another pair of wet panties to wash when you get home. I see the well hydrated girl take out another bottle of water and take a drink from it. I send her a txt that says, Me: Are you sure It is a good idea to drink any more? You already need to go so bad that you had to cross your leggs to avoid having an accidet out there. If you drink that bottle of water you will probably embarress yourself by having to walk out of class in peed pants. WHG (Well Hyrated Girl): thank you, I didn't think of that. I really wish I only had one bottle before break. Its really not fair that they closed the bathroom. I'm not sure I can keep myself dry even without drinking any more. It will be their fault when we wet our pants. Me: I tell her speek for yourself. I don't plan on soaking my pants in front of everyone today. WHG: I didn't start off the day planing to pee myself in class, but It looks like its going to happen anyway. Sitting down makes it easier to control my need. For the next 45 minutes I wasn't in serious danger of having any additional leaks. Sure there was a time or two I had to clench my muscles a little tighter to maintain control but no real danger. Of course if I had just sat there and totally relaxed, my bladder would have done its thing and there would have been a slow trickle until it was empty. Come on, relax just long enough to let one little spurt out. How many times do I have to tell you no playing games in public. Any way if I let it start comming out I doubt I can limit it to one little spurt. Allright, keep holding it. The longer you hold it the more horny it is going to make you. Look at her over there legs wiggling back and forth and tapping her feet. Think about how much she drank. Then when it started running through her she found the bathroom closed and had to hold it. Now imagine how her bladder must be sooo close to full. She can't even sit still. It looks like she is going to soak herself any minute now. I think she might be leaking allready. Is that a wet spot on the seat of her pants. Its hard to tell with her sitting down. How can she act that way? Everyone is looking at her. It obvious she is desperate to pee. I would die from embarrassment if everyone knew I was about to wet my pants. She did said that she is going to end up peeing her pants in class today. That is so hot. I can feel your heart beating faster just thinking watching her struggle till her pants end up wet. Hay, This is a new twist. You are getting turned on watching her squirm around trying to keep her pants dry. Even I didn't realize that you like girls. I don't like girls. I'm just fascinated by the show she is putting on. And that I might get to watch her have an accident. The problem is that watching her struggle is making it harder for me to hold my pee in. She might be willing to put on a show for everyone but I just can't do it. I have to sit still, stay calm and hide it. I can't let anyone know how bad I need to go. I can only hope that everyone is focused on her show and no one notices that I have to go almost as bad as she does. That might work. At least until the wet spot on your pants gets big enough to be noticed. There is no wet spot. Only my pad is wet and even that is just a little bit. For now, but watching her struggle is making you loose control. Speeking of loosing control, here comes your pee. Can you stop it this time? or will you totally piss yourself? Shut up, you ass hole. I'm not going to pee my pants, I just can't. My bladder says its time to pee, now! I can feel it comming. It is almost there. Damn, I might actually pee my pants just like when I was 7 years old and stuck in traffic. No, I can't, I won't! It may be cute when a little girl pees her pants but a big girl can't get away with it. I clamp down with all my might and almost stop it. There is still a little trickle comming. It is right at the edge. Please no, not here, not now, not in front of everyone. Shit, shit, shit, I can,t stop it. Dribbbbbbble. Oh god, I'm starting to piss my pants. I squeeze as hard as I can. Lean forward just a little bit and press my pee hole against the chair. I think I got it stopped. But that hard squeeze It took to stop it made full on squirt come out. I told you that your pants were going to get wet. Feel the warmth and wetness up against your pussy. It feels just like the other day at home when you pissed your panties. See how being so desperate to pee that you just can't hold it any longer and start wetting your pants right here in front of everyone makes you feel so good, so horny. Feel the hotness inside your pussy. It makes you want to touch yourself doesn't it? Sure it feels good. It might feel even better than when I peed in my panties at home. This time the tingles are all over my body not just down there. See, I didn't wet my pants they are still dry. I'm not sure how but the pad soaked it all up. Are you sure the pad held it all? There might be a wet spot on your pants? I told you an accident can not and will not happen here in public. Sorry love, it is happening, right here and right now in the middle of class with everyone around you. The only way you are going to get out of this with your dignity intact is to hold your pee like a big girl. But so far you are not doing a very good job at that. One more squirt like that and it will be your pants and your chair getting wet. We both know it is going to happen. Just like your 7 year old self soaked the car seat your 21 year old self will soak the chair in class. The only question is what is worse, everyone seeing you peeing your pants or all of them watching you have an orgasm because you are peeing your pants. My phone buzzes, making me jump. WHG: Ah, Thats so cute. You look just like a little girl that is trying to hide that she is about to wet her pants. You are kinda small and with those loose shirts you wear I makes it hard to see your titties at all. That and your sitting there face all tense and blushing. It looks like you are about to start balling any second. Your even leaning forward so you can rub your pee pee against the chair without anyone noticing. So it doesn't take much to imagine you as a little 7 year old girl that is starting to go pee pee in her pants because there is no bathroom available. Shit, can this day get any worse? Not only am I slowly peeing my pants in class and getting off on it. Now I going to start balling like a little kid. With her watching it all happen. She even thinks I am looking and acting like a 7 year old. At least she doesn't know I am peeing myself too. Thank god for sanitary pads. WHG: Relax, its going to be ok. There is only a few minutes until we can get out of here. I don't think any one else has noticed your little problem. If they are paying any attention at all they are watching me sitting here doing the pee pee dance as the wet spot on my pants slowly gets bigger and bigger. While your getting close to having an accident at least your your pants are still dry. I am peeing my pants in slow motion and there is nothing I can do to stop it. If I wasn't sitting on my heal I would be sitting in a big puddle right now. The real problem is that as soon as I stop plugging my pee hole it will all come pouring out. But like I said its not my fault. How was I supposed to know I wasn't going to be able to use the bathroom during break. Me: Please don't laugh at me any more or tell anyone. The embarrassment of them knowing that I have to pee so bad would just kill me. Its bad enough that you know. WHG: No body else knows and I will never tell. I only know you have to go because I was there when we couldn't use the bathroom during break. I'm really sorry. I'm not trying to laugh at you. How could I laugh at you for being just desperate while I am going to have to walk out of her in wet pants. I'm also not trying to hit on you cause I'm not into girls, at least I don't think I am. But you really do look cute having to go so bad and trying not to squirm. It makes me want keep watching you not wiggile and squirm until you finally wet yourself. Then hug you, comfort you and tell you its ok, everyone has accidents sometmes. Wetting your pants today was not your fault. It only happened because those assholes shut the water off. What did they expect to happen when they wouldn't let you use the bathroom. Me: I'm not sure how to take that. Your different than everyone else. They just stare and laugh at me. It sounds like you are hoping that I do wet my pants. But when I do you want to be nice and pamper me instead of being mean about it. WHG: I know its wierd and it surprises me as much as anyone but thats what I am feeling. Me: Ya, It is kinda wierd but your being so sweet about it makes me feel a little better already. It does help knowing that when we leave everyone will be looking at your wet butt instead of me. I know you ride the bus. You want a ride home so you don't have to put your wet butt on display for the whole world to see? Everyone here knows why you peed your self but out there they wont have any idea why it happened. WHG: That sounds great. Not only are you cute you are sweet too. I may not be as cute as you or look as young as you do but it looks like instead of me watching you wet yourself like a little girl and comforting you I will be the little girl that pees in her pants today and you will be taking care of me. As soon as I stand up I will be peeing my pants just like a little girl who didn't listen to her mommies warning about drinking to much. (in my best little girl voice) I'm sorry. It really was an accident. I know I shouldn't have drank so much water and I know I should have gone pee pee before I left for class but I was really thirsty and I ... giggle... kinda like how it feels when I gotta go potty bad. You saw me I really did try to use the potty like a big girl before my accident. I never expected it to be broken. If it was working I would still be all clean and dry. You gotta promise not to tell my mommy I went potty in my pants. She be mad cause she did warn me that I would end up wetting my pants one day if I keep it up my silly games. It is a little strange her playing like a little girl while she is wetting herself. After she intentionaly drank so much and put off going to the bathroom just to make herself desperate cause it makes her feel good. I can't say anything though. The other day I did skip going to the bathroom when I got up even though I was already desperate. Then I didn't even try to make it to the toilet until after i started peeing in my panties. Just to see what it felt like and it did make me horny. How much is her rocking back and forth on her heal trying to hold the pee in and how much is an excuse to rub her self down there? She is flush and sweaty. See the longer she is touching herself the faster she is breathing. Me: Don't worry sweety, accidents happen. I will get you home so you can get cleaned up before your mommy finds and you get in trouble. I promise I won't tell your secret if you don't tell mine. WHG: One more minute and class will be over class is over. The professor just said that the water is back on now. I'm going to run to the bathroom and try to get at least some if it in the toilet. You had better hurry before you wet yourself too. Me: There is no way I can run. That would be screaming to everyone that I am about to wet myself. That would be more than I could take. Finally we can get up and go to the bathroom. I watch her get up. She shoves her hand between her leggs as soon as there is space for it to fit between her heal and her crotch. As she did so I got a quick look. She wasn't kidding she really did start to pee as soon as she stood up. There is a wet spot about the size of an orange and I will swear there are drops dripping from it. She wispers to me: Oh shit its comming out and I can't stop it. I may get off on being desperate and doing the pee pee dance in front of everyone but actually pissing myself with them watching sucks. I wisper back: I not into girls either but I have been enjoying your show. You do look cute holding yourself like a little girl as the wet spot on your pant gets slowly bigger and bigger. She grabs my hand with her free hand and wispers I know your to shy to let everyone see you run so I will drag you there, come on lets go before we both have pee running down our legs. As she is pulling me down the hall I keep looking at her butt and the back of her leggs. The wet spot is growing quickly now. I can even see the streams flowing down her leggs. I can't believe it I am getting as hot watching her piss her pants as I do when I am touching myself. Come on skip the bathroom and take her straight home. No, I can still make it to the bathroom with dry pants. Dry pants are over rated. Tell you what, If you let me use the toilet now I will not use the bathroom until I bed time tonight or I wet my pants which ever comes first. I will hold it as long as I possibly can so it is just like a real "accident". Bed time is at least 8 hours away. There is no way I can avoid having the accident you want to see so badly untill then. Now I am going to tease you a little bit for once. I can't believe I am thinking this but... Remember I promised till bedtime or till I pee my pants, but I always have to poop around 4:30 every day. If I don't drink anything this afternoon I might be able to keep my pants dry until 4:30, maybe even later. Then there is a chance that I might not be able to hold my poop until I pee my pants. So do I drink and force myself to have an wet accident early or do I not drink and take the chance of pooping my pants before I have to pee in them? I guess you will just have to wait and see. :-) Your so dirty. It may be hidden down deep but you are nasty at heart. Are you sure you can keep your pants dry until you get to the bathroom? You have been so focused on her you forgot about your soaked pad and your impending flood. Now that I reminded you about it it's starting to come out again and you can't stop it unless you hold yourself in front of everyone. You know I can't do that. Damn you, why did you have to remind me? Now that I am thinking about it again I starting to ... damn it....drip...step...step...drip... step...drip. My pad can't take much more of this. We are at the bathroom. Problem is there is only one stall available. WHG says it is to late for me but you can still make it as she pushes me into it. Pants and panties both come down in one motion and my butt hits the seat. My stream is as strong as a fire hose and it seams to go on forever. I check the damage. My pad is totally soaked and my panties might be a little moist but not really wet. Pants are compleatly dry. I have never said this before but I'm glad I am on my period today. See you survived peeing in your pants in front of everyone. It wasn't a full wetting but we are getting closer all the time. Ha, Its not an accident unless my pants get wet. Told you I would make it. Pause and focus on your body for for a second. Your so horny you can hardly remember your own name. Your breathing like you just ran a mile, your nipples are poking through even your thick bra, your pussy is red and puffy, your clit is so hard it is sticking out like a little dick. As you touched yourself wiping you could feel your pussy clamp down like a vice and a bright flash went through you. It was hard to keep from moaning out loud. Now if only you could play with yourself here. That little orgasm didn't do anything to help it just made things worse. Now pull your pants up so you can feel the wetness of your little non-accident against your pussy again. As I step out of the stall I see her standing there in a puddle looking down at her feet. She is beat red and looks like she doesn't know what to do. Her nipples are pooking out just like mine are and she is breathing hard like she has been running the same mile I was. I look at her and say your turn. She responds, to late for me. I don't need to go any more. I wisper in her ear you really do look like a cute little girl standing there in your pee pee pants needing rescued. Come on I will take care of you. Just ignore all of those assholes that are staring at you wet pants and laughing. This time I take her by the hand and lead her out of the building towards my car. Hold on a second let me put a trash bag down to protect the seat.
Once we are in the car where no one else can hear us I tell her I really enjoyed your show. Her response is I enjoyed it too. All but the pissing in my pants part. Being desperate and doing the pee pee dance in front of everyone is exciting but loosing control and pissing my pants in front of all of them is not so fun. I liked watching you not putting on a show. I was a little disappointed when you made it to the bathroom. I don't want you to wet your self in class and feel bad but thinking I might get to watch you have an accident was geting me even more excited. As she says this she is running her finger tips up the inside of her wet legg. I really did soak myself good, didn't I? I tell her that I'm sorry you were embarrassed by it but it did make for a quite a finally to your show. I'm thirsty. I reach into my bag and take out the bottle of Coke I didn't finish in class and take a big drink. She says careful now, you saw what happened when I drank too much. You never know when there will be a delaly. I say I hardly had anything to drink for the last 3 hours and on a normal day this would be gone by the end of class. I'm sure I will make it home with out any problem. Now, if I am going to get you home you are going to have to tell me where you live. She tells me how to get there and says we better get going. My mom will be home in about an hour and I need to get these pants in the washer before then. She will be pissed if she finds out that I pee myself. I hear her say oh shit. I forgot that our washer is broken. How am I going to get my pants clean before mom get home? I answer her with, Relax, remember this is my day to be here to rescue you. I have a washer at my place. When I get you home you take off your wet pants and put them in a bag. I take them home with me and wash them for you. She starts babbling on about how I am so sweet and how she owes me one. Only a true friend would give me a ride home after I pee myself in class and them be willing to wash my pisssy pants for me. On the way to her place I finish my bottle of Coke. She comments you sure were thirsty. At this rate you will have to pee again in about 20 minutes. I assure her I will be fine. It only takes me 20 minutes to get home. When we get to her place I tell her to take the trash bag she is sitting on inside to put her pants in. She says come on, my room is this way. Come on hurry up my mom will be here in about half an hour. As soon as we get there I ask what was it you said you wanted to do for me? Oh ya, watch me struggle to hold it till I wet my pants. I already enjoyed that show. Then you wanted to hug me. I put my arms around her, pulled her close and say Shh, its ok sweety, I'm here for you. Everyone has accidents sometmes. Wetting your pants today was not your fault. It only happened because those assholes shut the water off. What did they expect to happen when they wouldn't let you use the bathroom. I feel the heat of her body and feel her boobs pressing against me. I even feel her nipples sticking out and poking into me. The smell of her pee is stronger when I am this close to her. She starts to ever so slightly rub herself against me while purring contentedly. As much as I would like to cuddle with you all afternoon you said I need to get those wet pants out of here before your mommy gets home and you get into trouble. She says I know but this feels so warm and safe. I pat her on her wet butt and break the hug and slowly step back. I gently run my hands around her from her back across her ribs just under her arms. Brushing them so lightly she can barely feel it. Starting with the heal of my hands and ending with my finger tips. I run just my finger tips down her arms and take ahold of her hands. She looks at me and says, Keep that up and I will pee my pants again. I smile at her, as long as its just us here in private would that be so bad? Were you serious when you said that you wanted to watch me not wiggile and squirm until I finally wet myself. She blushes and stutters. I..I'm sorry I'm not trying to be mean to you but..I..I..kinda was. I tell her, and I kinda liked wathcing you pee pee dance and rub yourself down there while you were sitting on your heal. I'm not trying to be mean either but I did enjoy watching you masterbate as you peed your pants. Here is what is going to happen. I can't believe I am actually saying this but... Next time we have class both of us are going to drink a bottle of water and use the toilet before class. Then during the first half of cass we drink another bottle of water and go pee again during the break. The same during the last half of class with one more pee break before we leave. That way we Keep full of water but avoid any more accidents during class. Your welcome to drink more than that if you like but I'm not going to cause I won't be on my period then and won't have a pad on to catch the leaks. After class we get in my car and drink another bottle of water before we leave the parking lot. Then we stop at the store on the way to my place to get some Coke, munchies and a pizzza. When we get there you change into the pants you are wearing now and we watch a movie. That way you can change back and be wering the same pants whan you get home that you had on when you left that morning. We pick movie that is at least 2 hours long. a movie. One that is really good, so good we do not want to interupt it just to take a silly little potty break. It will take almost an hour to go to the store and get home. Then a little while for you to change pants. A few minutes to put a sheet of plastic on the couch and lay an old blanket over it. Time to pop the pop corn. With all those drinks in me there is no way I will be able to hold my bladder till the end of the movie. Hell with all that water I will probably be needing to go pretty bad by the time we get home and everything set up to even start the movie. Then we have all that Coke to drink during the movie. You know me I can't admit that I have to go no matter how bad it gets. That means you will get a chance to see me trying not to dance or squirm until I really do have an accident. And I get to watch you pee pee dance and rub yourself trying to hold it in without reservation cause I live by myself and there will be no one but me there to watch you. We can't touch each other but are allowed to touch ourselves while watching what turns us on. That will be enough to have a good time. She looks me in the eye and says, I guess that is ok. Only one thing, getting pizza may not be the best idea. It always makes me have to go poop right after I eat it. If you make me eat pizza you will have to clean up poopy pants. I tell her, you have a really cute ass. Do you think it would look better with all poopy? She says, I might be willing to do it for you but I'm not sure if pooping my pants would be fun or not. Could you do me a favor? I'm on my period today and I need to change my pad. Do you have one I can have? She pulls one out of her night stand and hands it to me. I tell her thanks, your a life saver. I tell her kinda have a little secret to let you in on. Weel...I...a...kinda...didn't.... quite make it all the way to the bathroom today. Now it is my turn to blush. I undo my pants and pull them and my panties half way down my thighs. I can't even admit that i have to go bad so there is no way I could touch myself like you did to hold it in. Watching you pissing yourself didn't help any. I didn't totally loose it like you did but I was leaking cause I just couldn't hold it any longer. Luckly it was only little dribbles and spurts so my pad was able to absorb it but if class laster any longer then.... She looks down and says wow, so I'm not the only one that had an accident today. Its an accident unless my pants get wet, I counter. That is so hot knowing that you were sitting there like nothing was wrong while you were actually wetting your self. Your good, you had everyone fooled, even me. I knew you needed to go prety bad but I had no idea you were sitting there wetting your pants a little bit at a time. She is running her finger tips around her belly and across the bottom of her boobs. And says, I swear you are doing your best to drive me so crazy that I loose control and start materbating right here in front of you while and piss myself again. I smirk at her and say actually that cums after class. And yes I hope I do get to see you frig yourself as you loose control during the movie. I take the wet pad off and drop it in the bag. Putting the new pad into my slightly damp panties. Now lets get those pissy pants off so I can get them out of here. She starts pulling her shirt up. She winks at me as she says I have to take a shower so I might as well take everything off. She does a little strip teese dance as she pulls her shirt up. As she pulls it up past her nipples she streahes it tight across her chest pushing her boobs in just a little. When it gets to her nipples she pauses and rubs it side to side a few times teasing them and making them poke out even harder. See what you went and did you got me so horny that my bra can't contain my nipples. They are poking right through it. As the shirt goes the rest of the way over her head her hand swings it around in a circle and she tosses it at me. I start chanting strip...strip...strip. She comes up and wispers/blows in my ear, I always have problems undoing this damn bra. Reach around an unhook it for me. Remember nither one of us is into girls so you can unhook and look but no touching the good parts. My fingers start at the center of her belly as close as they can be to her boobs without touching them and wiggle in tickling motions as i run them around to her back. I unfasten the hooks one at a time. Once they are free it tale each side of the strap in my hands and slowly move it around to her front. Keeping it tight and the bra pulled up against her boobs. The whole time i am I am moving it side to side so it is rubbing against her boobs and her nipples. When it is pulled straight I move it up so the elastic at the bottom is pulled up and around her boobs pulling them up slightly as it goes. It gets caught on her pointy nipples for a few seconds before sliding past them and off her arms. Her breathing turns into short little pants interspaced with some ohs and ahs. Oh god she moans. That felt good. It even made me pee in my pants a little more. I would love to play some more but mommy will be here soon she can't catch me in my pissy pants. As she pulls down her pants and panties she runs her fingers down her slit. Sorry I just couldn't resist doing that just once. You can see the rest of the show another time. Now you need to get these pants out of here and I need to go make friends with the shower head. She gives me a hug pushing her bare tits up against my chest and kisses me on the cheek. I will see you in class. Edited December 19, 2018 by AlmostWet (see edit history)
+++Making a slight change. What the little voice will now be in this font.+++ By the time I left her house I could tell I was starting to filling up. It didn't take any effort to hold it in yet but one would normally stop and pee at that point. But not me, I plan on being a naughty girl today. In fact I'm going drink a bottle of water and then head off to the store and not pay any attention to the fact my bladder is telling me I should make a pit stop I carry the bag outside and get into the car. As I reach to oclose the door the top of the bag comes open and I catch a strong wiff of the pee. She really did soak herself. "You weren't far behind her, you just got lucky this time. This afternoon It will be you soaking your panties and this time your pants too." "Ya, Ya, But that will happen at home so I think I might be able to survive it. She did it in class with everyone watching her." "Even though she claimed it up set her to piss her self in front of everyone, it sure did make her horny. All the more reason for you to try it out." "Not in public! You should consider yourself lucky I agreed to do it at home. Don't push your luck or I will never agree to do anything you want ever again." "Sure you will, you can't resist. What has happened so far today has you almost as horny as she is. If you had held yourself trying to stop the leak you would have had a full orgasm instead of just the little twinge you got from peeing a bit into your pad." Now to do some shopping on the way home. I need to get pads, drinks, munchies, puppy pads and a plastic sheet. It will not take too long. About 15 or 20 minutes to get there and a half hour to get what I need. I should be able to be done before there is any serious chance of my pants geting wet. It took longer than expected to get to the store. I would normally be heading to the bathroom now because all those drinks are running right through me. I am getting close to full and there is a chance I might start leaking before I can make it home. I will definitely be starting to get desperate before I am done shoping. A good girl would hurry to the bathroom and not take the chance of not making it. But this afternoon I am going to be a bad girl and bad girls sometimes refuse to be good so they don't use the bathroom even though they have to walk right by it. The only toilet I am going to be using is my pants. I must have been crazy to agree to doing this. I have one last chance to back out of this. If I head straight home I have a chance of making it there dry and respectable. But I have to get pads for my period. And if i go through with this i need the puppy pads to catch the mess when I finally loose control. So I don't have a choice, I have to go into the store. I should make it through my shopping before I start losing control. Even if I don't quite make it without leaking a little bit my pad should keep my pants dry. Remember there is no backing out even if you piss yourself in the middle of the store. You made a promise and you have to keep it. The first thing I see when I go into the store is the bathroom. My bladder sees it too and says "there's the bathroom, we need to stop I'm full." I just keep on walking and bladder gives a squeeze to make sure I heard it. That makes me go from I'm getting close to full to I need to go. Squeezing my muscles alows me to keep control, for now. I didn't expect it to get bad this fast. If it keeps getting worse at this rate I will be desperate before I can finish my shopping. Still I can't stop at the bathroom. I have to get in and get out as quick as I can. The amount of time I can stay dry is limited. There is no way I can have an accident in front of everyone. It is tolerable for it to happen at home. I might even survive peeing myself in the car. But I would die if it happens in public. So far so good. I definitely need to go but as long as I focus I can prevent any leaks. Looks like I might make it through this after all. There's the chips, they are on the bottom shelf. I just need to squat down to reach them. Oh shit, squatting down was not a good idea. I am dripping, gotta stand up before my pants get wet. As I hurry to get up I get startled when I bump into a shopping cart. The momentary loss of focus turns the drip into a leak. The woman pushing pushing the cart apologizes. Oh fuck, this can't be happening. She is looking right at me while I am peeing in my pants. I squeeze my muscles as tight as I can . There is one good squirt and then the flow trickles to a stop. She pauses for a second and gives me a funny look before asking "is everything ok?" I manage to stammer out "uh, I'm ok". I want to run to the bathroom, lock myself in a stall and just cry as I finish peeing in my pants. Finish in my pants!?! Oh great now I am starting to think like the little voice. I can't do that I have to keep it together and try to salvage at least a little bit of dignity. I do my best to hold my head up and act normally as I walk around the corner out of sight. I can feel her staring straight at my ass the entire time. Is she looking at a wet spot? There shouldn't be any wet spot. I leaked more than this in class and there was no wet spot. So why is she looking at my ass. "Maybe she likes cute little butts that are soaked in pee" Now that I am around the corner I take a deep breath and try to put my nerves back together. I dare a quick look down. I don't see any wet spot. And it feels like the pad soaked it all up. I simply need to take another breath, calm down, finish my shopping and get home before something happens that actually will show. My loosing control even if it was only for a second or two has made my need worse. I am at the point that I have to actively hold it all the time or the leaking will start again. I am starting to get into real trouble here. I'm about to break down and ran for the bathroom but there is no bathroom in sight. Well, actually it is right where it was when I walked past it on the way in but I am not going to use it. I have to hold it together, I made a promise and I am going to keep it. Besides naughty little girls don't run to the bathroom just because they are in danger of loosing control of their bladder. They only go when they want to not when they are told to. I got away with putting it off till the very last minute when I was 7 years old, even when it caused me to accidently wet my pants. The neighbor girl got away with it the other night when she refused to get up and go to the bathroom during the movie even though she knew she would not be able to hold it till the end. I think it gave her a thrill to be the bad little girl that was wearing a diaper and just sitting there beside me while she lost control and soaked herself. And my well hydrated friend got away with not going pee before class drinking way too much. Sure it caused her to leave a puddle on the floor but it also made her cum in her panties right in front of everyone. So there should be no problem with me getting away with what I am doing now. As long as I make it out of here before any thing starts to show. I finish collecting everything that I need and head to the front ot check out. There is only one line open. The person at the back of the line is one of the guys in my class. Oh great, here i am on the verge of pissing myself with my pad already wet and now I have to stand in line behind some one I go to class with. As I walk up i see that he is crossing his leggs and dancing around. Is he doing the PP dance? That looks a lot like a little wet spot on the front of his pants. As I get to the end of the line I make eye contact with him. He looks down at the floor and blushes. "It was really unfair of them not to cancle class when the bathrooms were out of order. I never use public bathrooms because they are so dirty and nasty but for everyone else it was unfair. That was really nice the way you took care of your friend when she had an accident in her pants today. I wish I had a friend to take care of me like that." You will be fine, big kids like us hardly ever have accidents. Unless we drink too much in class when the bathrooms are closed or too dirty to use. And on the off chance it does happen to you I might be nice and give you a ride home too. He got even redded and said "I will be fine I live just around the corner so I will make it home... this time. That was strange, kinda of hot but strange. I will have to keep an eye on him in class and see if he puts on a show. Maybe I should bring him a bottle of Coke and see what happens. I pay for my stuff and head out to the car. As I am putting my things into the trunk my bladder has another spasm. This one comes on faster than the rest. By the time I know it is happening my pee is right at the edge. As I squeeze my muscles. It stops the flow but it also causes a squirt to shoot out of me. This is not good. At this rate there is a good chance my seat will end up wet before I get home. I grab the puppy pads and take them with me as I get into the car. Ripping the package open I spread one out under my butt. Now all I have to do is hurry home while my pants are still dry. Or at least mostly dry. That last squirt may have overloaded my pad. I reach down an feel between my legs. The pad is swollen and squishey and won't hold another drop. Any more leaks will go straight into my pants and the puppy pad. I fell a tiny bit of dampness but nothing that is visiable. So if I can get home quick enough to beat any more leaks no one will ever know I am going to the bathroom in my pants.
This is the first part of a story from a collection of stories focused on female wetting and messing. If you like it, I will gladly post more. Tara Toland never considered herself a runner, by any means. In high school, she always started on the volleyball team, and, she had to admit she was pretty good. Unfortunately, one of the ways to build up stamina on the court, their coach forced all the girls on the team (even those who didn’t play much) to run. A lot. Tara hated every second of running, so, after she graduated high school, she didn’t play volleyball. She went to college and worked out several times a week, but she did not incorporate running into her exercise regimen. Tara considered herself very fit. She had put on a few pounds, so she wasn’t skinny as a rail. She wasn’t overweight, and she was healthy. So, she settled for that. Some of her friends tried talking Tara into running with them on several occasions, but Tara politely refused each time. At one point, she even made a joke out of it. Dude . . . the only time you’ll see me running is when I’m being chased by a lunatic with a freakin’ chainsaw. Her friends thought it was hilarious, as did Tara. It wasn’t so funny now, because, even though she wasn’t being chased by a lunatic with a chainsaw, what she heard crackling and huffing through the trees behind her convinced her that running wasn’t so bad after all. Mostly, because she was so terrified by what she’d seen minutes ago inside her neighbor’s dilapidated barn, that she didn’t have time to think about how she despised running. She hauled ass, trying to put as much distance between herself and that creature as possible. She thought she was in the clear and began to slow her pace. She took in her familiar surroundings and realized she had begun running away from the safety of her own home. She stopped and listened for any sign of whatever the hell that thing was. It was hard to hear anything over her panting. Once she slowed her breathing, she redoubled her efforts to look and listen. Nothing. “Damn, Tara,” she chided herself, “You probably just imagined what you saw. I mean, stuff like what you saw doesn’t even exist. So, you’ve just been running your ass off in the woods for no reason. Idiot.” Tara rolled her eyes and altered her course to get back to her house. She was about a quarter-mile from her house, and she was thrilled when she could see her front porch. Even though she had convinced herself that her mind was playing tricks on her, she distinctly heard a branch crack behind her. Then another. You’re being an idiot again. This isn’t a horror movie. There is no monster chasing you. A rumbling growl sounded from behind her. She did one of the dumbest things that anyone could do in a horror movie: she looked over her shoulder to see what made the growl. All she could see what a shape emerge from the trees and fiery red eyes. Tara felt herself begin shaking in terror, but she summoned enough strength to not just stand there like an dumbass and get torn apart by this thing. She wiped her sweaty palms on the legs of her jeans. And she ran as hard as she could toward her house. She heard the beast behind her, but she wasn’t going to look back. She was going to run up her front porch, burst through the door (that she always left unlock, thankfully), and she would lock the door behind her. She heard the thing huffing behind her, and it was getting closer. She jumped through her bushes that lined her front yard to cut the distance to her front porch. She quickly registered the pain of multiple deep scratches on her arms, neck, and face, but she burst from the bushes. She scrambled up her front yard and almost leaped up the five steps of her front porch. As planned, she rocketed through the front door, slammed it behind, and engaged the heavy lock. Tara stood to the left of the door, trying once again to catch her breath. Her legs and butt were on fire. Her stomach was twisted in knots. Her back was pressed against the wall so firmly, she swore she could feel her trembling body shaking the wall. Minutes later, she slowly crept over to the nearest window looking onto her front porch and chanced a look outside. There was nothing out there. No massive beast with red eyes. There was no sign of foot or paw prints on the porch and in the dirt at the base of her front steps. The bushes she ran through looked like they’d been hit by a tornado, but she surmised that was due to her body passing through it. She quickly surveyed the blood running freely from deep gashes on both arms, and she felt a similar tickling as blood ran down her face and neck. Despite the pain, Tara laughed at herself. “It was probably just a freakin’ dog, stupid. It’s dark out, so you probably made it out to be bigger than it actually was. Some dogs have weird colored eyes.” She chuckled and flipped on the foyer light. Her embarrassment about freaking out about a dog chasing was compounded by her reflection in the mirror near the door. She thought, once again, that her mind was playing tricks on her, but her other senses validated what she saw. Her faded blue jeans were wet, but not from her rubbing her sweaty palms on them. The light blue fabric of her jeans was now much darker. As she moved her legs a little inside her jeans, the fabric stuck to her legs. The acrid odor coming from her jeans confirmed her fear. You completely wet your pants! Wait . . . Tara felt the crotch of her jeans grow warmer, and warmth spread down her thighs. She watch incredulously her already wet jeans grow wetter. If she had wet her pants and stopped, she was wetting them a second time. Or you’ve been pissing your pants the whole time. Tara’s pathetic whimper at realizing she peed in her pants like a little girl turned quickly to sobbing. Tara lived alone, so there was no one around to witness her disgrace. She was a 30-year old woman. Attractive. Single. Owned her own successful business. Was honest and had integrity. Stayed caught up on her bills . . . Considering all of this, Tara Toland still stood in her foyer feeling, and seeing, her bladder emptying it’s contents into her jeans. Her current predicament could certainly be worse. Tara realized it was. She knew the butt of her jeans, as well as down the backs of the legs, were soaked, but something else felt off back there. Tara continued sobbing as she tried to discern what else she was feeling. When she realized what it was, she actually gagged a little. Still crying in shame, Tara slowly turned around, so she could look at herself from behind. As she turned, she could feel the fabric of her panties heavier. Her bare butt and the backs of her legs were sticky. The soaked butt of her little-jeans were also lumpy and . . . . In her shame, Tara still tried to come up with an appropriate way to describe it. Squelchy. I can feel it swaying in my panties. At this point, Tara was too shocked to continue crying. She just looked at the reflection of her backside in the mirror as she would look at an alien lifeform that just materialized in the room. Tara gagged again, actually causing something to burn up the back of her throat. Don’t you dare throw up, bitch! This is bad enough. The minor lurch from her stomach caused her bowels to empty more mess in her pants. Tara just closed her eyes, listening to the semi-soft load crackle into her jeans. As it happened, Tara spread her legs and stuck out her butt a little - thinking maybe she wouldn’t feel the soft load against her bare butt. It didn’t work. She felt it, and the movement pushed some of the mess from the leg bands of her panties and down the backs of her legs. She grimaced and spread her legs even further apart. She also raised her arms a little out to her sides, as if she were performing a martial arts form. It seemed an eternity since she realized, with a terror nearly equal to being chased by a bloody-thirsty beast from the fifth dimension, that her body had betrayed her. But, she did feel a slight bit of relief that it was over. There was nothing left in her bladder and bowels to be released. Now, she faced the task of walking upstairs to her bathroom and cleaning herself up. The thought of walking three feet in peed and pooped-in pants did not fill her with joy, let alone walking up stairs that way. Realizing it wasn’t going to get any better just standing there, Tara sauntered up the stairs, feeling the mess in her pants squishing and swaying. She actually found a little humor imagining how she looked going up the stairs.
Thank you for the positive response to the first part of the story! I've had the female wetting/messing fetish for a long time, but I've never been brave enough to commit to posting my stories online. Here is the final part of the story. I hope you enjoy the conclusion. I have others I've written, but I still need to edit them. I'll post them when I can. Tara contemplated and incident from her past: You went to that graduation party in your senior year. That one girl, Sasha, who was hammered when you got there - yeah, she was being such a bitch to you a lot of others. Remember, she was giving shit to Jennifer from the volleyball team. Little Jennifer, about five-four, 100 pounds, charged at Sasha and pushed her as hard as she could into a tree. You thought, ‘oh, shit, Jenn’s gonna get it now.’ Nope, Sasha pulled herself off the tree, looked like she’s seen a ghost, and made a hasty exit. She walked like you’re walking now, because the force of Jenn pushing her made Sasha shit her pants. Some say she actually pissed her pants too. It took Tara 45 minutes to get cleaned up. These light-blue jeans, not-too-tight, rips at the knees, were her absolute favorite, so she wasn’t about to throw them away. It might take several washes, but they’d come clean. Her light blue boyshort panties, however, were done for. Having showered and slipping into gray yoga tights and an oversized t-shirt, Tara reheated some pizza and opened a bottle of Blue Moon. She ate and drank in silence staying at her island. Her contemplative thoughts, she knew, should have logically been focused on solving the mystery of the supposed hellhound that had chased her. Instead, her thoughts remained on what she’d discovered once she was safe inside her house. Her favorite jeans were in the washing machine, soaking. She would let them soak overnight and wash them a few times to get them back to presentable. She knew she was using the soiled jeans as a means to distract herself from actually dealing with the emotions associated with the massive accident in her pants. She had been potty trained early, and, although she never really took much time to think about it, she realized that she had made it through elementary school all the way to college without wetting or messing her pants. It’s not like she had a mortal fear of having an accident. She just that they just hadn’t happened to her. Things happened. Just because someone pees or poops their pants at an age that’s considered unacceptable, doesn’t make them any less of a person. As an adult, Tara had witnessed more times than she could count where fellow adults couldn’t hold it and had accidents. She’s surprisingly never witnessed guys having accidents, only women. So, you were terrified about something chasing you, you get to safety, then you pee and poop your pants. It happens, so don’t stress about it. No one knows about it, so it’s almost like it didn’t happen. Right? Tara guzzled the rest of her beer. Right? She ate another piece of pizza, and her belly felt very full. Um . . . She drank another beer, and followed it with a glass of water. She cleaned up the kitchen and settled in on the couch with a book. She couldn’t concentrate on what she reading. What’s going on with you, Tara? She laid the book down on the coffee table and became transfixed by the front door. She first wondered if she really had imagined there was something chasing her. It was too real, she thought. All the sensations, the running, the terror - surely her mind couldn’t conjure up that much intensity without something being out there. She rubbed her legs, which were still sore from the night’s activities. She had managed to get all the cuts cleaned up and bandaged, but they still hurt like hell. Tara Toland, attractive, responsible, single, homeowner, business owner, cracked a smile. The rush. The adrenaline. The quivering fear she experienced when she felt certain she was going to die. She felt her stomach flutter thinking about it. Still, self-analysis was what she’d always done. You think you’ve become an adrenaline junkie, Tara Toland? Most people who claim to be adrenaline junkies lose that craving when they are faced with real danger. She considered this analysis and realized it made sense. She didn’t want to find evidence that a dog, or something else, had chased her to her house. She didn’t want to go bungee jumping or skydiving. She just wanted to experience paralyzing, mind-numbing fear, and she wanted to experience the results of that fear. Tara wanted to be so frightened and horrified . . . . that . . . she . . . Peed and pooped in your pants again. Tara stood up from the couch so abruptly that she felt as if she’d been shocked. She was immediately reminded of how full her bladder and belly were. She gently rubbed her stomach. This is ridiculous! You are an adult. Sane adults don’t put themselves in situations where they experiencing that type of fear. And they sure as hell don’t relish the thought of completely soiling themselves. You’re still amped up from the experience. You’ll have forgotten all about this by morning. Tara took a deep breath and went upstairs to bed, making sure all the doors were locked and all the lights downstairs were extinguished. She kept the gray yoga tights on and traded the oversized t-shirt for a tank top. She was brushing her teeth in the bathroom when she realized she needed to use the bathroom before she went to bed. She spit and rinsed and walked over to the toilet. She began to slide her tights down and stopped herself. She looked down at the toilet and smiled. It was a wicked smile. She slowly stepped away from the toilet and returned to the bathroom sink. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and allowed herself to admire her toned physique - flat abs, gently rounded hips, firm breasts. She turned so she could admire her profile. Keeping that ass in good shape lady. She turned to face her reflection again. The naughty grin she wore didn’t alarm her in the least. She gently rubbed her stomach again. Her need to use the bathroom growing urgent. Fear. Tara’s face changed from naughty to wide-eyed and terrified in an instant. She worked up her emotions quickly and began crying uncontrollably. She stepped backwards until her back back came into contact with the wall next to the shower. Her performance was most convincing, and she went a step further and held both hands up in from of her in a stopping motion. “Please! Please! Take whatever you want, okay? Just don’t hurt me.” Her crying turned to racking sobs. “What are you doing? No! No! A knife! Please no! I don’t want to die . . . I don’t want to die!!” Tara tucked her arms against her chest and cowered against the wall, moaning in fear. Her bladder was to the point of bursting, and her bowels were quivering. It was now or never. To maintain authenticity, Tara didn’t push it. She let her staged fear do it for her. She knew she was going to die at the hands of her knife-wielding assailant, so she merely gave up the fight. She lost control of her bladder first. Hot urine flowed from between her legs, soaking the gray fabric of her tights. Tara snuck a glance at the mirror and couldn’t help but smile. The front of her tights were nearly already soaked, and her pee pattered loudly at her bare feet. She felt the wetness spreading quickly across her butt and pour down the backs of her legs. She continued sobbing uncontrollably, as her bowels released. Warm soft mess crackled and squelched into her panties, and the mess couldn’t be contained by her panties. She felt the back of her tights balloon out severely, as her bowels continued to void. “Oh my god, don’t kill me. Please!” She delved into the scenario completely, imagining the blade of the knife tearing through her flesh and wiggling around inside the tissue and muscles of her stomach. Still violently peeing and pooping her pants, Tara allowed her body to go slack in feigned death. She slid down the wall of her bathroom clutching her stomach. Her butt contacted the floor, and she could feel and hear massive load in her pants splot! She felt the mess soak through the tights. It was now all over her butt and backs of her thighs. Tara fell over on her side, dead. If she had any further control over her bladder and bowels, that control ended when she died. It was commonly known that when someone dies, all their muscle control is gone - meaning they pee and poop their pants. So, that what happened. The last spurt of urine added to the puddle beneath her lifeless body, and the last evacuation of her bowels settled at the leg band of her panties nearest the floor. Now that Tara was dead on the floor, she allowed herself to really take it all in. Her bathroom smelled of fear and blood. She smelled her piss-soaked tights and squirmed a little in the puddle on the floor. She certainly felt sticky mess in the seat of her pants, but, surprisingly, it didn’t have an odor to it. She smiled. Nope, you don’t have to go out seeking danger to experience that level of fear. You can just make it up yourself.
The gymnast was in need to pee so bad but knew she had to practice for the competition. Every move she'd moan from desperation. Her legs stuck together but she knew she had to stretch her body. She widened her legs in an attempt of doing the splits but halfway through her bladder gave in. Drip after drip, she knew something was wrong. She quickly put her legs back together and fell to the ground with her hands in between her legs. It was no use. Her urine spilled all over her legs, a puddle forming underneath her ass. The bottom of her leotard shining with pee. I woke up. What a dream. I felt the urge to pee but was also majorly turned on. If only I had more dreams like this. I grabbed my laptop off my nightstand, opened it, and tried to find a good video to have fun with. I was in a rush as I couldn't wait for the action. I rolled my blanket up and put my legs around it and lightly humped it as the girl in the video fidgeted around. Her legs squeezing her hands holding herself. I started humping harder as she breathed loudly in desperation, I saw a drip darken her grey leggings. It was going great until I heard some footsteps. I really didn't want to stop but getting caught was also not needed. The footsteps got louder. It was hard but I got off my blanket, got in it, and opened a new tab on my laptop. Thank god, because seconds later the door opens and my mother steps in. "Oh, you're awake," she said. "Quite early for you on a weekend." she laughed. "Yeah, I don't know," I told her. But I obviously did. I woke up because of that dream. Remembering it, my hand got closer to my crotch. But rubbing myself while my mother stood there was not the best idea. I loved her but I just really wanted her to leave so I can continue. "Well, anyway, I didn't make breakfast but I bought groceries. I'll be out running errands all day to take care of yourself and if you need anything, call." "Will do," I told her trying to finish up the conversation. She left the room, gently closing the door behind her. I wanted to keep going but locking the door first would probably be a better option. I ran and locked the door quickly and went back to humping my blanket while watching the video. The girl in the video crossed her legs in hope of keeping it in, but drops of pee dribbled down her legs. I humped the blanket even harder. Then the girl went from drops to leaking before a large piled formed around her. She let out a sigh of relief. I got up from the blanket. My legs still wrapped around the blanket, breathing heavily. The urge to pee hit me again. I got up to walk to the bathroom but stopped halfway through. My mom will be out doing errands all day, I remembered. A smile spread across my face as the idea came to mind, and all of you know what idea I'm talking about. I went downstairs and saw my mom's car gone outside the window. She left. I walked to the kitchen and made some coffee in a cute grey mug, sipping the coffee slowly. I was wearing nothing but an oversized maroon sweater and underwear underneath. I fidgeted around for a while until I tasted the sugary end of the coffee. I placed the mug in the sink and drank a glass of water to freshen up my mouth from the sweetness of the sugar. I watched Netflix for about an hour trying to ignore my bladder but it started to get bad. I was squirming around the couch, my hands next to my crotch at all times. I was getting desperate. I got up and drank two glasses of berry juice and some shaved ice from Thursday's party. Blue raspberry flavored just like I like it. I knew I was pretty much torching my bladder but I liked the feeling. 30 minutes passed. My bladder was completely full. I was getting desperate to a point where I can barely move. I stood at the living room moving away from the carpet in case I had an accident. My upper thighs stuck to each other, not willing to let go. Both my hands underneath. A couple drops leaked out spreading across my underwear. I moaned with desperation for a while before hearing the "ding" of the doorbell. This isn't the time I thought. I walked to the door and opened it, my legs still together and trying not to look like I was bursting. It was my mom, which at age 16, I wasn't about to have an accident in front of. "Mom?" "Hey hun," She smiled at me. I leaked again trying not to cover up my desperation. "I-I thought you'd be home at night." "I was," she said. "I'm just here to pick up keys for the office and I'll be out." Thank god, I thought to my self. "But honey," "Yes?" I said trying to rush the conversation. "Will you make me a cup of coffee?" Fuckkkk "Can't you make it?" "No, I'm in a hurry," she said and rushed upstairs to grab her keys. Okay, we got this. It's JUST a cup of coffee. I walked to the kitchen in a struggle to keep it in. I heated up the kettle while I bent down in desperation. I grabbed a mug and poured the coffee into it, shaking. I heard my mom's footsteps down the stairs and handed her the coffee quickly. "Here you go," I said trying to sound as normal as possible. "Thanks, sweetheart," she said as she closed the door behind her. I locked the door behind her and rushed upstairs leaving drops behind. I was done with this. I just wanted to use the bathroom. But as I got to my room I hesitated, looking at the bathroom. I wanted-NEEDED to pee but I couldn't figure out if I wanted to do it in my pants or in the toilet. I took longer than expected as I felt my pants dampen. I was leaking and spurting. Not knowing what to do, I ran to my bed, rolled up blanket, swung my legs over it and just started peeing out of control. Urine dripping down the sides of the blanket as I humped it. It was getting darker and darker. I loved every second of it. Pee making its way up to my ass going down the sides, dripping down my things. After I finished peeing I continued to dumb the blanket before getting up to clean it.
Chapter 1 Adam was an average student, his grades weren't great, but they weren't bad either. He also acted out a bit sometimes, and had seen the pricipal more than either of them wanted, but he was average, and overall a good kid, just needed a push in the right direction. The boy was sophmore, having just turned 16. But there was something about him, that no one knew, not his other friends, nor even his own parents. Adam was in fact into boys. He never had a problem with who he is, that's just simply part of him. But his mom has shared her distaste for gay people and he is worried his friends might turn his back to him when he comes out to them. It was first hour and there was lots of chatter in his class. There was a new student and everyone was making guesses about what he or she be like. They didn't have to wait long though, and Adam wished time would just speed up so they would all calm down. It was another 15 minutes before the bell finally rang and everyone shuffled to their seats. "Good morning class," Mr. Benny said. As you all know, today we have a new student joining us," he gestured to the door indicating that he was asking someone to come in, presumably the new kid. A boy emerged at the door, looking nervous to make another step. "It's alright, don't be shy, were all friends here." Mr. Benny said. The boy slowly made his way next to the teacher. "Alright class, this is Jack, he just moved from New Jersey and I want you guys to help him feel welcome and adjust because it's not easy to suddenly be shipped to another state." Adam did a double take, the boy was absolutely stunning. He had semi-long brown hair and green eyes, just Adam's type. "Thank you Jack, now please go find a seat. The boy made his way towards the desks. "You can sit here," Adam said indicating the fortunately empty desk next to his. "Hi, I'm Adam." He replied when the new boy sat down. "Jack," the boy replied and they shook hands. "Alright class settle down." Mr Benny said. Everyone who was not, gathered back to their seats. "Good, then let's get to work. Today we have a pop quiz." The class groaned. "Don't worry, it will be fairly easy, I know we have a new kid so for him I have a review sheet. Sarah would you be my guest and pass out the papers for me?" "Sure." She smiled and walked towards the front. Sarah is the class hottie, supposedly. She is tall with blonde hair, not the skinniest like most go for, but not in bad shape. Everytime she walks by the other boys start drooling on their desks. Adam never saw it though, of course, he's not really like the other boys. Adam blew through the test like a breeze, done quicker than most, so he took out his notebook and made some random doodles in it. At one point he took a quick peek at Jack, the boy seemed to be struggling. He was making odd movements and put a hand underneath his desk, it seemed as if he had to go to the bathroom. "Um, are you okay?" I asked. Jack said nothing simply nodded. For some odd reason Adam was fascinated by his little movements, they were almost - cute. He never thought about something like that being cute, but somehow Jack made it cute. When the bell rang Jack immediately ran from the room, leaving his supplies behind. "Um, Mr. Benny?" "Yes Adam?" The teacher looked up from his computer. "Do you happen to know Jack's next class? He forgot his stuff." Mr. Benny looked over to the mess at Jack's desk. "It appears he did, I'm sorry but I don't, bring it to me and I will keep it up here, he has me in 4th hour, unless he comes for it sooner." "Well, alright." Adam said dejectedly, he was hoping he could deliver the stuff personally, also make sure the boy was okay. He walked out and made his way to 2nd hour. Lunch time rolled around, his favorite part of the day. Lunch time was the part of the day he didn't have to worry about his teachers, and he could talk freely with his friends without being hounded to be quiet. Today he chose chicken tenders, it wasn't the greatest, but it sure beat the mystery meat burgers. He walked to his usual spot, the table where he and his friends made the designated hang out spot. "Hey guys." Adam greeted warmly. "Oh hey," Justin replied. "What's up everyone?" He asked as he sat down. "Oh you know, the usual." Replied Janice, "just eating a crappy lunch, at a crappy school." She rolled her eyes. "Well atleast you got us." Stephanies scoffed, playfully offended. "Yeah, well." "Anyway," Adam said, wishing to change the subject. "What's new?" "We got a new kid today." Paul said. "So did we, he seems alright." Adam nodded. "He seems kind of nervous, almost like he's scared of people. "Maybe he was bullied before coming here." Adam suggested. "Poor thing." Stephanie said. Lunch had passed, then 5th hour. 6th is where it got interesting. Jack was in his class again, this time it was math. Unfortunately Jack sat 2 rows in front of Adam, but he could still catch him after class. "Good afternoon class, I'm sure you are all ready to get home, as am I, but now we must begin. Today's assignment isn't too terribly difficult, but as always there is no use of a calculator." Mrs. Fischer said. The class groaned at this. Adam did not like math, it had always been his weakest subject. The papers were distributed to the class and everyone got to work. The minutes ticked by, the end of school could not come sooner, but only 10 minutes passed since it began. He sighed and went back to his assignment. Slowly the time passed and the end of the day neared closer. He took a quick glance at Jack, the boy was focused on his work, oblivious to his surroundings. Finally the bell rang indicating the end of the day and everyone gathered their belongings. He rushed to catch up to Jack who was just about to walk out the door. "Hey," Adam said. "Oh hi," Jack replied. "Everything go alright? You sort of rushed out of first hour." Adam asked. "Oh yeah, that." Jack went red in the face, he did not like to be reminded by others. "It's okay, I'm not making fun of you or anything, that's just something that happens to us." Jack said nothing, simply nodded, which made Adam a little suspicious, but didn't want to press the issue. "That's good. Um, do you have some free time? I could show you around, maybe get a bite to eat, there's also this really cool gaming center." "Sorry, that does sound fun, but mom wants me to go home, you know first day and all." "Oh yeah, I totally get that. Maybe tomorrow then?" The boy gave it some thought. "Sure why not." "Great." Adam smiled, "See you tomorrow then." "Yeah." Then they parted ways. Jack thought about Adam on his way home, the boy seemed kind of odd, immediately inviting him to hang out like that was not the norm. But the boy seemed nice, maybe he had a real friend. His expression turned dark, would Adam accept him even after learning his secret? He wasn't sure he could handle that rejection again. A/N Sorry there was no real omo in this chapter, just a subtle scene, but I am planning to add an actual scene in the next chapter. But in the mean time, I hope you guys enjoyed the start of this. And chapter 2 is already in the works and should be out soon. Edited October 21, 2018 by Alice125 Needed to add something (see edit history)
Chapter 2 "Hi hun, how was school?" Adam's mom greeted when he came in. "It went pretty good, we have a new kid." He replied. "Oh? What are they like?" "He's a little shy, but seems nice." "That's good to hear." She smiled at him. "Yeah..." he smiled back, "and tomorrow we have plans to go hang out and I'm going to show him around town." "That was fast, well I hope you have fun tomorrow." "Thank you, I gotta get up and get some homework done. "Sounds good, I'll let you know when dinner's ready." "Okay mom." He replied, and he was gone. Adam plopped down on his bed, turned on the TV to netflix and got started on his homework. It was algebra, his least favorite subject. He sat for over an hour, deeply focused on his work, or tried to. The TV kept having loud moments, and at another point, his little brother came in to distract him. Finally his mom called down for dinner, tonight was her special meatloaf, his favorite. "Where's dad?" He asked looking around the table. "Dad will be home late tonight," she sighed. "Oh, alright." Adam's shoulders sagged slightly and he took his seat at the table. Despite the absence of his father, they still had an enjoyable meal. Though Adam still had an odd feeling about dad, normally he doesn't work that late. "How was school Steven?" Adam turned to his little brother, Steven, who had just turned 9." Suddenly Steven's happy expression faltered. "Oh, it was, fine." "You sure? It doesn't seem that way." He gave Steven an odd look. "Yeah, everything is fine, promise!" He changed his expression to where his lips turned upwards to form a small smile. "Well, if you say so, but I'm still your big brother and here if you need me." He patted Steven on the head. "Thanks Adam." His smile grew even wider, and Adam returned the smile. Now with a full stomach he cleared away his plate and walked back to his room to finish his homework and play some more of his game until it was time for bed. He got up and got ready, then crawled into his bed, smiling thinking about seeing Jack the next day. Adam woke up the next morning, a little tired but refreshed nonetheless. He hurried downstairs to fix his breakfast and eat, then got ready for school. It was now 8 and the bell had just rung. Adam had just entered the classroom, and smiled when he saw Jack. And went to go take his place next to him. "Good morning." "Mor- 'yawn' morning." Jack greeted. "Didn't sleep well? Adam asked. "Sort of, my stupid brother wouldn't stop playing his stupid game all night making it difficult to sleep." "That's rough." Adam replied. "How did your evening go?" Jack asked, but before Adam could reply Mr. Benny's voice boomed from the front, "All right guys that's enough chit-chat time to start class." "First I will pass back your grades, some of you did excellent, but some of you I am disappointed in." Though Mr. Benny did not look at him, he felt as if that last part was directed at him. Soon the answer came when they got their tests back, sure enough, he got a C. He groaned in frustration. "What did you get?" Adam whispered to Jack. "An A." "A? That's great, I got a lousy C, hey, maybe you could help tutor me sometime." "Yeah, maybe." "Boys," Mr. Benny called out to them, "seeing as you two are talking when I asked for there to be none, what's so important that you must ignore that?" "Nothing Mr. Benny, sorry." Adam said, both him and Jack red faced as they turned back to the front. "Good, now today we are going to start phase 2 of our algebra." The class groaned. "Turn to page 30 in your textbooks." Everyone got to work. Learning new things were not easy, and the whole class was feeling the uneasiness of the assignment. Finally the bell rang, marking the end of class. Unfortunately Adam had some homework from that. "Don't forget your stuff today," he teased Jack. "I won't," Jack cracked a faint smile. They had begun to turn their seperate ways. "Wait a sec Jack." Adam said, and the other boy turned around. "Yeah?" "Wanna join me for luch?" Jack thought about it and hesitated for a minute. "Sure." He replied. Adam smiled, "great." And turned back to head to his next hour. Lunch seemed to come quickly, more so than usual. Which is never unwelcome, lunch is always a good part of the day. He got his lunch, then walked over to his friends. "Hi Adam." Janice greeted. "How's it going everyone?" Adam asked as he took his seat. "Oh you know, the usual." Paul replied. "Well that's good. So I have someone joining us today." "Is it that new kid?" Stephanie asked. "Yeah." "Well good, meeting new people is always fun." Janice said. Soon Jack appeared close by the table, and Adam waved him down. "Hey Jack, come join us." Jack seemed to look upset when he saw all the people, but his expression quickly changed, and he took a seat at the table. "Guys, this is my new friend Jack. Jack, this Janice, Paul, and Stephanie. We go back a long ways." "Nice to meet you." He put on a faint smile, but kept his eyes downcast. "So Jack, tell us about you." Janice said. She too thought he was very cute, and being the flirt of the group was one who pushed to get the person she wanted. "W-well I just moved here because mom got an awesome job oppurtunity, and so far it seems to be going pretty good." "How do you like the school?" Paul asked. "It not too bad, the kids are much nicer." "Aw, were you picked on alot at your old school." Stephanie asked. "S-something like that." Replied Jack. 6th hour eventually rolled around, and the boys were back in the same class again. Adam couldn't wait for the day to end, he could show Jack around town, and already had things planned. "Jack," he whispered to the boy, who turned around to look at him. "Are we still good for after school?" Jake nodded in reply, then the bell went off. "Talk after class." "Good afternoon class, today things will be a little different." Mrs. Fischer said, "we are having an unexpected pop quiz." The class groaned. "Don't worry, this won't be more difficult than yesterday's assignment." She went around to pass out the papers. "Begin." The teacher was lying when she said it would be easy. Unfortunately, he didn't have many who could help and the person who could help was too far ahead. '2(x - 9) + 6(-x + 2) + 4x what does this even mean?!" He was panicked trying to scrounge for the answers in his head. This is one subject he had trouble with the most. He had only gotten halfway through when the bell rang. "And were out of time, those who are finished, turn it in, those who are not, it will be homework, due tomorrow. Have a nice evening." Mrs. Fischer said as the class gathered their belongs and made their way to the door. Finally the bell rang and everyone left. Jack had waited by the door for Adam to emerge. "You ready?" He asked Jack. "Yeah, but I need to go to the bathroom real quick." "Oh, yeah me too," Adam admitted. "With such little time between classes it can be a pain sometimes." Jack nodded, Adam noted how uncomfortable he looked. When they were 2 feet from the restroom, Jack suddenly froze and gasped. "Ah n-no!" He cried out, and began to run to the bathroom. A wet stain on his plants slowly becoming visible. 'That can't be good,' Adam thought to himself and ran to the bathroom as well, what greeted him took him by surprise. A trail of liquid had led up to a particular stall, and he heard crying on the other side. "Jack?" The boy calmly asked. "G-go away." "Jack, it's okay," Adam soothed. There was silence that followed. "J-jack." There was no response, only crying. Adam waited on Jack, but the boy never emerged. "If you wish to speak, I'm all ears. And don't worry, this stays between us, and I don't think of you differently." Adam slowly left the bathroom incase Jack changed his mind, but the boy never emerged and Adam decided he needed some space, because clearly he was really upset. Adam decided to not press him about their plans, from the incident, he decided the best thing was to let the boy go home and calm down. "Well see you tomorrow, and don't worry, this stays between us. And it doesn't change things for me." "T-thank you." Jack smiled, and Adam returned it. Adam returned home. "Hi hun," his mom greeted. "I thought you had plans with your new friend." "I did, but he wasn't feeling good, so he went home." "Oh man, that's too bad, well maybe he will feel better soon and you guys can hang out." Adam went up to his room to get started on his homework, but he could barely concentrate. Instead, his focus wondered back to the incident from earlier. Jack had wet his pants, on his second day at his new school. The poor kid must feel miserable. The incident reminded him of a time when Adam was in middle school, he had to pee really bad, but wasn't allowed too. He never made it, and unlike the incident with the boy today, it was in front of his entire class, he caught grief from it for months. And Jack must be feeling pretty terrible about it too, he only hoped things would be okay with them the next day.
Thank you so much, I was tired when I wrote that so I quickly googled a math problem and didn't realize this mistake, lol. Glad you enjoy my story. Chapter 3 Adam woke up the next morning, anxious to get to school. He wanted to see Jack, and hoped things would be okay between them. "Good morning mom," he greeted cheerfully as he entered the kitchen. "Good morning Adam," she greeted back. "How are you feeling today?" She asked. "Fine," he replied. "Well good, do you think you'll see your friend today?" "I hope so." He replied, he really hoped to see Jack, he really wanted to clear the air between them, only hoped Jack wouldn't avoid him. Soon enough, the answer came, as first hour rolled around. "Hi Jack," he greeted with a smile upon seeing his friend. Jack barely seemed to acknowlege him, just froze for a second, then resumed what he was doing. 'Yup, definitely too embarassed.' Adam thought to himself, 'but how can I let him know it's okay? He didn't have time to think because soon the bell rang, and Mr. Benny began. Today's assignment was just a review over the past few weeks materials, the semi-finals were coming up soon, the worst part of going to school. Adam made several attempts to get Jack to talk, through prodding, or whispering quick questions, but the kid would not respond. Finally Adam made one last attempt. He took out a piece of paper and wrote: 'About what happened yesterday, it's okay, it couldn't be helped. I don't think of you any different. It also stays between us.' He passed it over to Jack's desk, who took it, and read. His expression was unclear, but he made semi- eye contact, and nodded. 'I hope that's a good sign.' Adam wondered to himself. 'Won't tell, yeah right,' Jack thought bitterly. 'That's how it always happens.' He thinks he's made a friend, but then they find out his secret, and suddenly he's treated different, sure they might still be nice to him but they act differently, always keep a certain distance between them, as if their cautious it might happen again. Shortly before the end of class a last note was passed to him. 'I won't bring it up in the future. I know what happened can be stressful, especially when you are a new student. But it's just something that can happen, well to tell the truth, I've been in that situation before. So just know you aren't alone at this school.' Jack wasn't sure how to respond. In the past, if he had an accident, his 'friends' would do their best to avoid the topic at all cost. No one bothered to actually comfort him. But this was different from then, these were the words he wanted to hear. But he still couldn't fully trust Adam just yet, even the one he trusted most eventually betrayed him. The day continued the same, Adam could not understand why. He had only known the boy a few days, but yet somehow he felt it was important to befriend the boy. Yet here Jack was, not speaking to him, all because of the incident. And it hurt Adam a little, he understood the other boy's pain, after it happened to himself, he would get teased. Adam wasn't sure just how to relay those feelings, because each time he tried, he would get tuned out again. The day seemed to never want to end. It just drug on, even his usual friends during lunch didn't help much, though they certainly noticed something was up. Eventually 6th hour rolled around. And there was Jack again, by then Adam had decided to give him some space, if he truly did not want to speak, then just give him space until he is ready. But things took an interesting shift when Adam recieved a note from Jack. It read: "I'm sorry about earlier, let's talk after school." Adam looked up and their eyes met, he gave a simple nod and soon the bell rang. Finally, the bell rang and everyone cleared their seats. Adam walked over to Jack's desk. "You ready?" Jack nodded. They had first went to the bathroom, and then went to the local park. "I'd like to say something," Jack said, "I'm really sorry about earlier, I was just super embarassed about yesterday, well, still am, but I was especially afraid of you going and telling people. I was for sure that by lunch people would know. Ans then I'd just be a laughing stock." Adam was taken aback, and a bit offended, he would never tell anyone. He knows how Jack felt yesterday having gone through that himself, and even if he hadn't, he still wouldn't have. "I wouldn't do that." Adam said. "I know that," Jack sighed, should he tell him? "To tell the truth, this isn't the first time. I did it back in middle school, and became the laughing stock of the school. Even my own friends joined in the laughter at some point." His head was bent, facing the ground, dared not to look up. It was the truth, he did wet himself in middle school, but there were more than one occurence, but he left that part out. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. And to be honest, I also did it in middle school. And well, there was an audience. It happened during P.E. and the coach wouldn't let me go, and I couldn't hold it. It was a humiliating experience." His expression was bitter, "the kids would tease me daily, for nearly 3 weeks, until they got bored. But during the time, they would spray water on my pants, saying I had done it again, sometimes I would find diapers in my locker, but I would laugh it off and ask why they went out of their way to go buy diapers just for me, unless they needed them too. One even went as far as to put ceran wrap over my seat." He felt a tear sting his eye,he had just told someone he barely knew his darkest secret, and the memory brought back great pain. "So you see Jack," he made eye contact with the other boy, "it's okay to have a little accident, you couldn't help it. And if you do, just remember: you're not alone, it's just a natural process we all do, and sometimes it can't be helped." Jack nodded, "Thank you Adam," he smiled sincerely, these words were what he'd been aching to hear, as no one in his past had bothered to. 'Maybe Adam is someone I could truly trust.' Jack only hoped that thought rang true. "Your welcome," Adam smiled back. There was a pleasant air between the two, they had finally formed a solid friendship. "How about we start out small and go for some icecream, for today?" Adam said, "I know this amazing joint in town, so many different kinds of toppings, and my treat." "Sounds good." Jack replied. They entered the icecream parlor, and Jack was amused. The bu1ilding had a more vintage feel to it, and the menu was long. They went up to order. Adam got a chochlate vanilla swirl with caramel and sprinkles, and Jack got cookies and cream, with gummy worms and oreos. A few minutes later an employee came by with their ice cream. Jack looked at his and was in heaven, they certainly didn't have anything this fancy back home. Adam couldn't help but smile a bit at Jack's expression, it reminded him of a child who got excited when he got a new toy. Their visit was filled with chit-chat, and laughter, it really was a good day. But like any other day, it must come to an end. Eventually both their glasses had run empty, so they called it a day and went their seperate ways, but not without Jack thanking Adam first. 'What a good day,' Adam smiled to himself on his way home. It was definitely one to remember for awhile, it's been awhile since he's gone out like that with a friend. "You look like you're in a good mood," Adam's mom greeted. "Yes," Adam nodded. "Did you get to hang out with your new friend?" "Mhm," "good, well I'm glad your making a new friend." She smiled. Adam made his way up the stairs, first stopping by the bathroom to relieve himself, then to his room. He threw his backpack aside and plopped on his bed. Jack was in his thoughts again, he really felt a connection between the two of them, and hoped that he won't blow what they have. Things were looking up. Edited February 17, 2019 by Alice125 (see edit history)
Chapter 5 Monday rolled around again. Though Adam wished it could have lasted a little longer, he is glad the weekend is over. He entered class at the correct time, and to his pleasure, Jack was there. He walked over and sat next to him. "Good morning," he smiled. "Morning." Jack replied. Monday seems a little less dreary with Jack around now, or any day for that matter. "Did you have a good weekend?" Jack simply nodded, "did you?" Adam gave him the same reply. Soon Mr. Benny entered and it was time for class. After it was over Jack darted off again. 'There he goes again,' Adam sighed, wondering why he tends to do that. Well, atleast he remembered his stuff that time. He made the walk to his next class. Lunch rolled around, Adam had invited Jack to come sit with them again. They walked over to the table where his friends sat. "Hi Jack." Stephanie smiled at him when he sat down. She appeared to have a small crush on him, Adam felt a little jealous, she could flirt freely while he couldn't do anything publicly. Of course, he didn't want to freak guys out either. "Hi," Jack replied quietly. "Aw c'mon, don't be shy," Paul said. "Yeah, were all buds here," Justin added in agreement. "So how was your guy's weekend?" Stephanie asked. "Oh it was great, Paul smiled, "Adam invited us over, and we played games, watched a couple movies." "Sounds like fun." "It was," Adam agreed. Jack seemed a little down, why wasn't he invited? Adam felt bad, and planned to have a proper talk with him about it later, he didn't want to make a scene about it now, where everyone was watching. After lunch came P.E. which Adam hated, but it did help keep him in shape, to that he couldn't complain. They started off by doing their stretches, then a couple of laps around the track. It was an unsually hot and miserable day for spring. The coaches whistle blew, indicating it was time to go back insid. Everyone was thankful for this, the run had nearly killed them. They were now in the locker rooms. "Ugh, that was brutal. Why couldn't it have just been an indoor day?" Chris said. "I know, what's coach's deal, is he trying to kill us?" Another boy said. "Probably." Adam replied, everyone laughed at that. They spent the remainder of class fighting over the water fountain, it got so bad that there was nearly a fist fight, luckily coach was able to seperate. Adam waited until it was safe before he himself went over to grab a drink. 'Man, the heat really messes with you.' He thought to himself jokingly. 6th hour rolled around again, it was now the last hour of the day, Jack was also in his class. He remembered he had to talk about the weekend. Jack came in soon after him. "Hey." He smiled. Jack didn't respond, he seemed to be in a bad mood. "Look, I'm sorry about not inviting you. I really wanted too, but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable by inviting you over with people you barely know." Jack still didn't say anything, but gave a small nod. Adam took this as he was still mad at him. Truth was, he wasn't, Jack just really needed the bathroom, but wasn't able to go during the breaks, and class is about to start. He sighed, hoping he would be able to make it. "Okay kids, time to settle down, get out a paper and a pencil, today is a little pop quiz. A review of the previous weeks, as you all know semi-finals are next week." The class groaned at this. Adam looked over at Jack, he was staring at the front, but didn't seem very focused. Adam felt bad for the kid, this is only his second week, and he's already being thrown into the mix of the finals. This was going to be a hectic week. He passed a note over to Jack that said: "I will help you study for the finals." Jack seemed to distracted by something else to look at it. 'What's his deal?' Adam huffed, surely he's not this mad about the sleepover, something else must be up. He tried to write a few more notes, but Jack never glanced at them. Finally he whispered, "Are you sick?" There was still no response. Something is very off, this is not normal for him at all, even when he is upset. Adam took the liberty and raised his hand. "What is it Adam?" Mrs. Fischer asked, everyone turned to look at him. "It's Jack, I think there's something really wrong with him, I think I should take him to the nurse!" "It's n...ot... that." Jack responded finally. "Oh..." Adam replied, stumped. He had been trying for ages to get a response, and hadn't. "Then what is the problem?" She asked,a little frustrated at her class being interrupted like this, Adam has been known for his little shenanagins. "May I use the restroom?" He finally managed to ask. "Jack, look at the clock." Mrs Fischer said, which he did so. "What does it say?" She asked. "2:15," Jack replied. "That means we have 15 more minutes of class, surely you can wait that long." She was very annoyed now, she hated her class being interrupted like this. Sometimes she could be real nice, then there's times like these where's she's not. "I really... don't think I can." His voice was shaky from trying to hold it. "Well I'm sorry, you'll have to wait. 5 minutes to the bell, Jack was beyond his limit, he had leaked a bit, and a faint spot was noticeable on his pants. He knew he was ready to burst, and even if he got up now, he probably won't make it, the thought was devastating. But his only concern was making it. He stood up and walked to the door, despite the teacher's protest. He barely opened the door, when suddenly his body seized, and it was over. His bladder completely let go. It was his worst memories coming back to haunt him, pee was spreading down his legs, hitting the tile, and creating a large puddle on the floor. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't stop until everything was out. The worst part was everyone in class has just witnessed his accident, including his only friend. His friend was nice the first time, but now he'll probably call him a piss baby, and give him diapers, just like the other kids. "That's it, class dismissed!" Mrs. Fischer announced, shocked at what just happened in her classroom. The kids exited, laughing as Jack ran to the bathroom. Adam followed him there, the incident also reminded him of the day in P.E. The poor kid, and the damn teacher. She'll probably get in big trouble for this. Jack entered the stall, and Adam waited patiently on the outside. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Adam asked. There was no answer. Adam stayed for nearly 30 minutes waiting for a response, he also stood guard incase someone tried to follow and tease Jack, thankfully no one did. When Jack finally emerged, he was asked to bring a fresh set of clothes from his locker. Adam did that promptly, and Jack wordlessly took them. The boy wondered if it would be appropriate to ask him to hang out, in hopes of cheering the other up. It was another 15 minutes before Jack emerged from the stall. "You okay?" Adam asked. Jack shook his head. "It's okay." He hugged the boy. "You couldn't help it, and the teacher was a bitch for pulling a stunt like that, I hope she gets in trouble for it." Jack nodded in agreement. Jack returned the hug, and it was awhile before he wanted to let go. "Thank you," Jack said. "You're welcome." Adam replied, "I'm here for you anytime, and don't worry, I won't let anyone pick on you. If they try, they'll have to answer to me." Jack smiled through tears and nodded. They headed out the door and were getting ready to head home when Adam spoke up. "Say, Jack." "Hm?" The boy looked over at Adam. "H-how would you like to hang out today? I know you had a stressful day, but I thought it might help ease up the stress from today." Jack gave it some thought. He nodded, "Okay." "Great," Adam smiled, and they walked out the door. "But first I need to take my clothes home and wash them." Jack said. "Ah, right." Adam agreed, so they did just that, and went on their way. "Now where to first?" A/N Thank you so much to those who are reading and enjoying my story, I really appreciate it. Unfortunately I will be going hiatus due to a vacation starting Monday. I will try to get put out what I can until then, I already have some of the next chapter written.
Chapter 6 A/N I have returned, I am very sorry about the long wait, a lot happened in this chapter, and I had to get everything sorted, also my life has been hectic, so I haven't been writing as much. I hope you enjoy, I can't promise when chapter 7 will be out, but it won't be a crazy long wait this time. I hope you enjoy, I've been very excited about this one. Chapter 6 The big day was coming up, it had been the big talk of the school all week: The party. It was being hosted at Chris's house, the kid was more of an aquantince, he's in Adam's 3rd hour. Pretty much all the kids at school knew, the boy's parents were gone, so it was party on. At lunch, Adam sat with his usual friends, including Jack, to discuss the weekend. "I am so stoked for this." Justin said with a mouthful of food. "I know, this will be the best party ever!" Paul agreed. "Paul, you've never even been to any parties." Adam pointed out, a playful smile on his face. "Yes, but this being my first will make it the best ever, maybe I'll finally score!" Stephanie scoffed, "as is, these parties aren't like what you see in the movie, real women have more class than that." "Unless you were hoping for the other team?" Adam suggested, the group laughed, Paul's face going red. "As if, I ain't one of those," rather than playing it off, and laughing with the group, he sounded rather angry at the joke. The atmosphere went kind of tense after that, until Jack surprisingly broke the silence. "How are you guys sneaking out?" "Well, there's a lock in event at St Baptist that night," Stephanie replied, "so we told our parents we will be going to that. "Not bad," Adam replied, "while my mom is religious, I'm not really, so I know she wouldn't buy into that." "Yeah, neither would mine," Justin agreed. -- Finally Saturday rolled around. Jack and Adam met up at the movie theater at 6:30, Jack convinced his mom they were going to see a movie, then stay over at Adam's, and Jack similar, but vise versa. "Ready?" "Let's do this!" They walked for what felt like ages, until they finally reached the house, which was a half a mile from the theater. The house as good size, 2 story, and the music was already booming, the two ran up excitedly. "Welcome, glad you could make it," Chris replied. "Beer's in the kitchen, and please, don't go into any of the bedrooms, also try not to wreck anything, I don't want my parents finding out, because then I won't get to throw another." They entered the inside, there was quite a large number of kids as is, and there were more coming still. "Hey boys" Stephanie spotted them and came up to greet them, "why don't you come join me and the boys, we're playing truth or dare." Adam joined them, after grabbing a beer, he tried to get Jack to join, but the boy seemed more content by himself for some reason, so Adam let him be for thr time being, making a mental note to check on him soon. -- Adam could feel it, the alchohol was setting in, and he was getting a buzz. Jack was quiet, tense, slowly sipping his alchohol on the couch. He didn't appear to be enjoying himself much anymore, though he seemed to be doing fine just a little earlier. Adam took notice, dismissed himself from his other friends, and went over to Jack, plopping himself next to the boy. "W-what's wrong?" His words were a little slurred, as he had been getting a bit drunk. "It's nothing," Jack insisted, shaking his head, but Adam knew he wasn't telling the truth. "N-no, I can tell something is wrong," He looked at the other boy with concern, and placed a hand on his shoulder, which was quickly shrugged away. "I'll be fine," Jack insisted, turning his head towards the couple in the corner, "I just need to wait it out." He knew if anyone heard the truth, they would laugh, so it was best to keep silent. "Oh," Adam's eyes widened at the realization of what his friend had needed, "alright let's go." He grabbed Jack by the arm, until he was in a standing position again. Jack gave in, he knew he was being silly, delaying his need could just lead to... another incident. It took some time, but eventually they found their way to the bathroom. "I'll be out here, so go in." Adam also needed to go as well, the alchohol had been working it's way to his bladder, he could just go after Jack gets out. Suddenly, there was a gasp from the other side of the door. "Jack, are you okay?!" Something didn't sound right, no response. A groan came from the door, followed by what sounded like water hitting water, Adam let out a sigh of relief, thankful his friend had made it. The sound of the toilet flushing was heard, followed by the sink being turned on and off. "A-adam?" Jack called out weakly. "I'm here," the boy replied, leaning into the door. "Can you come in here, please?" The boy did as instructed, and immediately noticed the problem, Jack hadn't made it completely, his pants had a large noticeable wet spot on them. -- "Uh oh, did someone have trouble making it to the potty?" Nick called out, Jack's face grew red in embarassment. "Geez, maybe we oughta get you some diapers for the next party," Rick added, who was standing next to Nick. "Oh get off it," Adam said, "like it never happened to you." "Yeah," Nick snickered, "when I was like 5 maybe." "Well it doesn't matter anyway, besides..." Adam wasn't sure why he did what he did next, whether it was the alchohol talking, or because his overfull bladder couldn't take it anymore. The ones who were already focused on him, watched in shock as a faint wet patch appeared, and grew down his pant leg. Adam had is eyes closed in both relief, and embarassment as he peed in his pants in a room full of people. Slowly others began to take notice too, a many were grossed out, but a few seemed oddly mesmerized by the trail of liquid running down his leg. Eventually his bladder ran empty, then it was only a few drops, before it finally tapered off. It was in that moment, that Adam began to sober up. "There, now if you want to pick on someone for a little piss, then do it to me, and leave Jack alone!" He turned to the boy who had only a small stain on his crotch, and grabbed him by the arm, "come on Jack, let's go home." The two pushed through the crowd, Stephanie placed her hand on Adam, but the boy was too focused on getting out the damn door. Jack was shocked, his friend just peed himself in front of a bunch of people, and it was to protect him. He had never had anyone do such a nice thing for him, it was always laughing at him. Adam had done so much for him, and this was the nicest of them all. He was truly the best friend Jack could hope for. They walked to Jack's house in silence, he insisted that was there best bet, as they weren't home, and he could just tell his parents he had an accident at the movies, and would feel better at home, they would understand. After they both showered and got dressed, they sat down on Jack's bed, and played a horror movie, but neither of them really paid attention to it, their mind's were on the incident. "So..." "So..." "I, thanks," Jack said. "Since I was young, I was always the odd one out due to my issue, no one's stood up for me the way you have." Adam felt warm at that. "It was no big, it also felt kind of... nice? Well not that everyone saw," he let out a nervous laugh, "but I really had to go, I guess I didn't give it much thought, and suddenly I was going." Him, a high schooler, intentionally pissed his pants in front of a group of people, his reputation will definitely be different, but since meeting Jack, things like that have become less important. "The truth is, since I met you, I liked you... well more than just a friend sense, you know." "Oh," Was all Jack said in response, and hearing that made Adam a little nervous. But then he continued. "I'm not really sure when I first started to like you, but just now, when you did that at the party, that really solidified my feelings." They both went red in the face, and were silent for a few. "I'm glad," Adam replied, "I was worried I might lose you after that confession." "Heh, lose me? Adam, even if your feelings weren't returned, I still wouldn't want to end our friendship, no one has ever done such kind things for me, after my... incidents, and well," Jack closed is eyes, and parted his lips, Adam did the same. Slowly they both leaned until their lips met, it was a soft kiss. They leaned in a little more, and began to go a little deeper. Slowly they broke off, and laid down. Jack was laying on Adam's stomach, who was stroking his hair. "Does this mean were dating now?" Jack asked. "I think so," Adam replied, it felt good, he finally has his first boyfriend. "Then there's something I need to tell you." Jack glanced up at him from his position. "What is it?" Adam tilted his head with curiosity. "About these... incidents, the truth is I was in an accident when I was 8, and it left me partially incontinent, I'll have this condition until I die." "I kind of figured something like that might be the case, but you don't have to worry, I'll always be here in full support if anything happens." "Thank you, that really means a lot," Jack replied, he felt thankful from the bottom of his heart. They were both very content tonight, as they fell asleep in that position.
Hi guys! Hope you have good time reading my new story. Took me a while to translate the original from Russian, I guess now it sounds more or less English - let me know if there was some weird phraseology. Enjoy! _______________________ Being in a bit of a rush, Dana entered the elevator and pushed the button of her 20th floor. “Those damned traffic jams all the way, you gotta be kidding me”, - she thought, feeling her bladder starting to ache. Trying to calm down, she glanced in a mirror behind her back and saw a gorgeous young woman in her mid-twenties, with long raven hair, wearing black slacks and a top of the same color. Her red lips – taut and uneasily stretched out, complementing her grimace of distress – winced, as Dana has bitten her lower lip and felt another surge in her poor over-filled bladder. She stared at herself in the mirror – standing there in a comical pose, which reminded her of old-school cartoon-characters who needed to use the bathroom and were laughably expressive about it. Her knees were forcibly put together while feet were ways apart; her right hand was grabbing her crotch. She was bending forward, hopping up and down. The absurdity of her posture made the young woman chuckle and stand up straight again. Although she was pretty sure that she could sustain the pressure, her hand remained wedged between her athletic legs as a guarantee that her body would endure. It didn’t ease the distress signals from her bladder, but her being able to have a physical grip on her body made her feel less paranoid. “You’re kinda hot”, – Dana thought, looking at her toned legs and her shapely butt in the mirror. Her decent breast were definitely hard to ignore, too; as were her big beautiful brown eyes, now playfully looking at their own reflection. She smiled at herself and laughed for a couple of seconds nervously, still feeling her organism’s desire to get rid of this terrible amount of liquid trapped in her lower abdomen. She felt a trickle of sweat running from under her armpit – this was a hot summer day, and she has already wasted two hours of it, worrying about finding a toilet. Concerned with how slowly the elevator was moving and how the nature’s urge was making her stomach swell, Dana noticed that she almost arrived at her floor and sighed in relief. Finally, the elevator opened up and let her out. Dana, trying to mock her impatient bladder, started slowly walking through the corridor, gracefully, as if she wasn’t even in a hurry. “The only thing is – I have to get home, then I can wet myself”, - she thought, imagining that she was addressing her sore bladder, which obviously didn’t understand the joke and made Dana twitch with another wave of pressure, even more sharp and decisive than the previous one. The long corridor ended and she turned left and saw her apartment door in the end of a much shorter entryway. Coming closer to her destination, she opened her purse and started looking for the keys, frantically – her organism sensed the proximity of long-desired relief and made Dana feel the overstretched roundness of her bladder once again, this time much more pointedly. Approaching her door, the young woman suddenly stopped and froze for a moment. “The door isn’t meant to be open”, - she thought, cautiously backing away. Dana gasped and made another step back, having heard an unfamiliar voice coming from behind the door. There was something wrong, undoubtedly. Her heart was almost beating out of her chest, as she asked herself who would be there and what they could be doing. She lived with her friend, and the day before she left on vacation and even posted a couple of photos in Facebook. Nobody had the keys except her and Dana, and her feet suddenly went cold. What the hell is she supposed to do?! Call the police? Call the neighbors? No, normally they work at this time. Her thoughts were racing in her head, making her forget her toilet problem completely. In a couple of seconds her body switched to alarm mode and made the decision for her: without even noticing that consciously, Dana started to turn away from the door, as her legs were getting ready to run, but she couldn’t… Dana’s heart sank, as she felt a cold hand grab her bare shoulder, not letting her turn. - Stand still and don’t even think about screaming, - his voice was calm and imposing, resonating in the entryway like in a voice-chamber. Scared out of her mind, Dana didn’t listen to him and tried to break away and almost let out a scream, but he was ready for it and covered her mouth with his right hand while his left one went around Dana’s neck like a black anaconda. His grip tightened: a little bit more of pressure - and he would be choking her. - Calm down. Keep quiet and you will not get hurt, - his voice didn’t change, and this time it made the young woman freeze totally. She dropped her purse and stared with an empty gaze at space that seemed so safe and familiar until now. Dana didn’t dare move; she was trembling and breathing rapidly, her legs weakened to the point where she could fall down. - Now let’s go inside. He turned his back towards the door, turning her as well. Dana – shocked and paralyzed with terror – managed to regain the control of her body, and her feet started stepping backwards too. For a moment, Dana stopped and groaned as loudly as the hand on her mouth let her. Her legs jittered and all of a sudden she felt wet. “God, I’m leaking”, - she thought, drowning in panic. The perpetrator easily overpowered her and made her continue walking; he obviously didn’t notice what was happening. He didn’t have a clue that this leggy young brunette was letting out a slow hot stream of urine, staining her panties and slacks, feeling disgusting humidity all over her crotch. With dread, Dana realized that she couldn’t stop peeing… When they walked into the open door, her panties were totally soaked. Petrified, she felt the wetness starting to spread on both of her thighs and further down her legs. Dana’s slacks were shiny with urine, as she stepped inside and heard a shuffling sound from the guest room down the corridor. She prayed that the burglars that occupied her flat, would just steal something an leave her be. Surely, she thought, dripping pee through her pants on the carpet in her own apartment wasn’t the worst that could happen, but if she wets herself completely – it would be the worst day in her life by far. - Stop! – said the burglar, and suddenly, making her whole body tense; by some miracle, Dana stopped urinating and froze in the corridor. The burglar’s hand was already wet from the poor girl’s tears. She was scared of standing and moving. She was scared of starting peeing again, but her underwear and slacks were already wet anyway. Thinking about that made her shiver again, feeling as if there was a countdown for her bladder to explode. To make matters worse, she felt a cool draft going between her damp legs, reminding her that she failed to make it to the bathroom in time. She heard the perpetrator close the door behind them, and was now looking at a short stocky man in a mask, who quietly came out of the room: - I told you to close the door, dumbass, - said the deep-voiced burglar who was still rigidly holding Dana. - I was getting ready, - he said with a funny voice, nodding to the stuffed bag on his shoulder. - Everything went well, - he added. - Apart from your picking the wrong floor, you idiot. Let her go, for Christ’s sake. Let’s go. - Right. He removed his hands from her, and Dana felt she could breathe again. - Sorry that it happened that way, - said the brawny guy with his soft and funny voice. If Dana wasn’t so mortified, she would definitely think that his voice came out of the same cartoon that she remembered in the elevator. - Just give us your phone… Still white from horror and barely hearing his voice through the shock, Dana opened her lips but couldn’t make a sound. She felt another stream of warm pee gushing through her crotch. Her face suddenly changed into a strained mask of agony as she mumbled: - I… I… No… Please… She wanted to answer, but her tongue refused to speak normally: her words were broken with loud sobbing and were totally unintelligible. Brusquely, she shut up, and brief silence was breached with a loud hissing noise. In despair, she hanged her head and saw her slacks turning into a wet mess and the carpet getting flooded with urine. That wasn’t a couple of feeble streams; this was a fountain, jetting from her throbbing bladder. Dana, shaking and sniveling, lost all control over her body and let go of the hot waterfall that was rapidly drenching her clothes and the floor of her apartment. Both burglars’ jaws dropped as they watched her perfect legs glisten with pee, which was rolling down her thighs and knees like water from a broken pipe. They were expecting anything but that. Yet there she was – a stunning young woman pissing her pants, letting out rivers and rivers of pent-up urine down her legs. A huge puddle was growing between them; her bladder was relentlessly spraying hot liquid everywhere. Dana covered her teary face in shame… The unexpected tragic spectacle made the burglars step away and run out of the flat even faster than they planned. The last thing that Dana – now wet to the skin – heard from them was: - We’re sorry… We didn’t mean to frighten you, - coming from the brawny short guy in a surprisingly empathetic tone. His partner in crime swore, and their voices disappeared into depressing silence. Dana was already standing in a small lake of pee, violently crying and shaking. It was more than horrendous – having an accident like that. The torrential river became a quiet stream, as she almost ended wetting herself and was wiping away her tears. She sensed their bitter salty taste on her lips. Her palms felt ice-cold against her burning cheeks, as she noticed black traces of her make-up on her fingers. Nauseated with the smell of the puddle on the carpet, she stepped back, hurriedly closed the door and – feeling that her black shoes are filled with warm liquid - took them off hurriedly. Without hesitation, she ran to the bathroom, wailing from the unbearable shame. Standing on the cold tiled bathroom floor, Dana unbuttoned her drenched slacks and took them off, not without difficulties – their wet fabric was clinging to her legs and butt. She looked at herself in the mirror: a lot of her female friends would kill to have a pair of curvy legs like these, but at that moment Dana didn’t care. If it wasn’t enough for her, all of a sudden she let out the last bright-yellow spurt into her beige panties (not the cheapest from her collection), which were already saturated with piss beyond measure. Her exhausted pee-hole just couldn’t contain it. Automatically, Dana buried her hand into her womanhood, through the wet cotton fabric - only to find out that it was finally the last of it. She sighed with relief and in a second exploded into tears. Poor girl was shuddering, standing in her panties and her black top in a chilly room, holding herself by the elbows, feeling the humid warmth of her soaked underwear becoming an abhorrent cold dampness. The usual soapy smell of her bathroom changed – the smell of her wet clothes was too strong for her nose to ignore. Dana was crying.., but she was happy. Despite all of the embarrassment and having her flat robbed, she was so satisfied that she finally went, and her bladder felt pleasantly empty. Yes, being one of the most popular girls at the uni, who often dazzled male students with her cute face and hot body, she managed to have a toilet accident, but thank god – she finally relieved herself! Thank god, her suffering was finally over! Edited October 21, 2018 by Calb (see edit history)
Hi again all, It's been a while but I have been trying to find time to write the second chapter about Alice. If you missed it, chapter one is here. Massive thanks for the positive feedback from posters on my previous chapter. Hope you enjoy this one! I don't get much time, but i'll try to follow this up when I can! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alice stood on the street, tapping her foot subconsciously as she stared at the building. From the outside, it was nothing special. Just a typical dilapidated old warehouse in East London that had seen a revival in recent years, with investors flooding the area as it became fashionable. 'I should have bought a place here ten years ago, it would have quadrupled in price by now' Alice thought as she stared. She hadn't been sure she would come back to this building. Her past experience here had been completely unexpected and entirely new to her. Although the high salary was extremely appealing, Alice had always thought of herself as rather 'normal', sexually. What happened here the week before had been so far out of her comfort zone that afterwards she had sworn to herself she wouldn't go back. That was five days ago. Since then, there had been very little she was able to think about except for the feeling of utter and complete desperation she had felt, combined with the extremely erotic way she had been touched by another woman. Alice had been more turned on than she could ever remember that afternoon, and she had remained so for the last five days, no matter how many times she told herself to ignore it. Alice had never been one for 'self pleasuring'. She had always seen it as extremely embarassing, even when her friends talked about it. The last five days she had come closer than ever before to giving it a try. She was finding the constant tingling and dampness between her legs almost unbearable. Added to that, every time she needed to pee she had become so uncontrollably aroused that she had to go and pee immediately or her legs would start to go weak as she tried to hold it in. That was exactly what was happening now. Her first day in the Omobar, as a paid member of staff. A very well paid member. Her bladder felt uncomfortable. She would normally have gone to the bathroom an hour before, at least, but she had been told to turn up needing to pee, and here she was. Tapping her foot on the pavement and building up the courage to enter. 'Here we go then' she muttered, and strode across the road, pushing the buzzer. The door swung open after a few minutes and she walked down the stairs. A friendly face greeted her at the elevator. "Hi Alice, welcome back," Sophie said with a smile showing her perfect teeth. She wore a short, figure hugging pink dress which showed off her curves beautifully, her hair falling in ringlets over prominent and poorly concealed breasts. "Thanks!" replied Alice, blushing a little as she took in the gorgeous figure in front of her. 'What is wrong with me at the moment? Everything is turning me on like crazy" she thought to herself angrily. 'Behave like a professional for god's sake' They got into the lift and descended to the floor below. "Changing rooms," smiled Sophie, noticing Alice's questioning glance. She hadn't been to this floor during the last visit. The doors slid open and Alice looked around. It was like a changing room at a fancy gym, except with the notable absence of toilets. She squeezed her thighs together and rose onto tiptoes for a moment. "Need to pee?" Sophie asked "Pretty badly" Alice replied with a weak smile, resuming her leg tapping. "Well the clients should be here in about half an hour, so not too much waiting. Time to get changed! Drink this." Sophie handed her one of the mysterious cocktails she had been served at her interview. "What should I wear?" Alice sipped her cocktail, feeling nervous that the outfits she had brought were not glamorous enough "Everything is here in your locker, don't worry" Sophie replied, with a sparkle in her beautiful eyes. "It's just me and you tonight, only two clients. Should be great fun!" Alice surprised herself by feeling slightly disappointed. She realised she had been hoping that Rachel would be there, with her full, wet mouth and probing, soft, sensual fingers... She stopped herself and realised she had been about to touch herself through her skirt just thinking about it. Blushing a deep red she turned around and sat down on a bench, pressing the edge of it into her crotch and wriggling on it to stop her need to pee being quite so severe. "Sorry, I..." She said, red faced. "Don't worry," replied the brunette. "I was the same when I started. Had to make myself cum about 8 times a day for the first month just to calm myself down." She winked slowly at Alice and looked her up and down, which only served to increase Alice's arousal. "Oh, I don't... erm... No, I haven't..." Alice chuckled bashfully, unsure of what to say when faced with such a brazen admission. "Shut up!" Sophie replied with her mouth open. "You haven't touched yourself since last week??" "I've never.. erm... never done that!" Alice muttered under her breath, finishing her cocktail with a slurp. "Shit, girl, you must be going out of your mind. This place is the sexiest place I've ever been, and your interview was one of the sexiest things i've ever seen! How could you stand not cumming after that?!" "It's been... difficult" Sophie looked long and hard at the wriggling girl and after a few moments, said "I've got just the thing for you tonight. Get dressed." Alice stood up with an effort, clenching her pee hole closed, and pulled a dress identical to Sophie's but in black out of the locker. 'What the hell was in the drink??' she thought to herself for the second time that week. She undressed slowly, being careful not to jolt her bladder. Her top and bra came off with her legs crossed, but she had to twist her skirt to unzip it and it put awful pressure on her bladder. "Fuck, not yet!" she moaned, sliding her legs frantically past each other as she buried her hand in her crotch. She wriggled out of her skirt and stood there in black lace panties, hand in her crotch, as she tried to decide the best way to get the dress on without pissing in it before the night had even started. "You are so beautiful" Said Sophie, coming round from behind the lockers. "And damn sexy when you hold yourself. Is it that bad already?" Alice nodded and whimpered. She had drunk a lot of water and two mugs of tea before coming just in case she didn't need to pee enough.It was all hitting her at once now and she collapsed to her knees, sitting on her heel, grinding it into her crotch. Together, they squeezed Alice into the dress. It felt way too tight around her bladder and she didn't dare get up. There was no room for a bra under the dress and Alice was sitting on her heel so there was no way to get the dress past her hips without her standing. "OK, ready?" Said Sophie, who had started to wriggle around herself. "One, two.... three" Alice clenched as hard as she could, stood up, and her hand flew to her crotch. She had gotten so desperate so quickly again, but this time after the last five days of sexual denial, she was also getting uncontrollably horny. This was easily the most desperate she had been since her interview, and it seemed, now, that desperation was directly linked to arousal. Even just with her hand in her crotch, not moving, on the outside of her panties she felt her legs getting weak and her breath becoming shallow, her face reddening. "No, no" Sophie intervened. "Not yet beautiful," Alice was returned to the real world and realised she had her eyes closed and was leaning against the lockers. She looked down at herself, dress hiked up around her hips, hand on her small panties. She blushed again. "Sorry, I... I don't know what..." Sophie stepped over so she was within an inch of Alice's face. Her beautiful perfume and bouncy chestnut hair occupying all of Alice's senses apart from those in her bladder. She leaned in and sensually, softly and fragrantly kissed Alice on the lips. The kiss lasted for a few seconds but to Alice it felt like weeks. She was breathless again and her knees were shaking, half from her desperate attempt to hold her bladder, half from how close she was to orgasm. "Plenty of time for orgasms. Plenty of them." She was still so close Alice could have licked her. "The clients are arriving now and we need to be ready." she whispered in Alice's ear. "Take off your panties" "I can't, I'll piss myself" the poor girl moaned, legs bouncing back and forward. "You can do this" A soft whisper Alice took a deep breath, concentrated with all her strength on holding her pee, and released her hand. "Aaaaaaaaah" screamed the poor tortured girl with the sheer effort of holding her pee hole closed without her hand to help. Her chest was heaving, breasts almost coming out of the small cups that the dress provided. With one swift movement, Sophie bent down, pulled the black panties down to Alice's ankles and replaced Alice's hand with her own, jamming it between the tanned thighs which were pounding up and down, mincing together in a last ditch effort to hold on. "Oh. My. God." Exclaimed Sophie as Alice stood, trembling, her whole body shaking as she fought the wave of pee inside her. "You are unbelievably wet. I have literally never felt anything like this!" Sophie's fingers were sliding aroung between Alice's legs as she writhed, leaning against the lockers. "I... Can't ....Stop" She screamed. She could feel a wave building up inside her. Her whole body was burning, shaking, tingling with the most incredible feeling she could ever imagine. Her toes went numb, followed by her fingers, and still Sophie's hand slid around the soft, slippery wetness between her legs, Alice's bladder felt like it was ready to explode. Pain shot through her stomach and down into her crotch, mixing with the intense pleasure she was getting from Sophie. She writhed and groaned, faster and harder. "I... Seriously..." She breathed "Can't..." With that Alice collapsed against the lockers and Sophie reached around behind her to steady her, pressing into her stomach accidentally. The second she did so, a loud hissing sound burst from between Alice's legs and she screamed, on the very edge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. "No! Stop!" Said Sophie urgently, breathing heavily and looking flushed herself. Alice started retreating from the edge of orgasm. "Please, keep touching! Almost... There..." But Sophie had removed her hand and was repeating herself. "Stop!!" With a superhuman effort, Alice pulled all her strength together and cut off the flow of pee. She had peed for about fifteen seconds. Not nearly enough to satisfy her desperate bladder, but enough to enable her stand without holding herself. "Why?" She asked breathlessly, chest heaving and feeling slowly returning to her toes. "You have to be desperate for the clients," replied Sophie with a wink. "But I need to..." Alice was returning to herself now. Still desperate to pee, still desperate for an orgasm, but still bashful. She admonished herself for almost saying 'cum' infront of someone else! She hastily pulled her dress down to cover her still dripping vagina, noticing the fluid coating the inside of her thighs. "Like I say, plenty of time," Sophie smiled mischeviously. She pulled out a strange looking device that looked like a three pronged rubber fork but with the three prongs arranged in a triangle and the handle missing. "This is for you". Sophie stepped towards Alice again and slowly pulled up her dress, once again revealing her neatly trimmed hair and shining wet crotch. Alice was wriggling a little with desperation but she allowed Alice to guide the rubber fork into her pussy. One prong reached inside her, pressing gently on the inside of her, right against her g-spot. Alice gasped sharply as a fresh wave of arousal hit her. 'Another woman is putting something inside me!' her mind shouted, almost as loud as her bladder was shouting. The second and third prongs reached outside, one on either side of her enlarged clitoris which was slippery and begging to be touched. The prongs brushed it slightly and Alice shuddered with pleasure, almost losing control of her bladder again. "Shit!" she shouted instinctively, and her hand shot to her crotch. To her surprise, the little toy was so well fitted to her that she could barely feel it, even with her hand against her naked crotch. She bounced up and down on the spot a little, regaining composure. "There, that should do it" Said Sophie with a smile. "What is that thing??" "A vibrator," Alice blushed, yet again. "I've never... used..." "Then you're in for a treat," replied Sophie. "Because I've got the controller for yours and now..." she reached down to Alice's crotch and did something Alice couldn't see. "You've got the controller for mine. "Watch" Sophie pulled her skirt up, revealing neatly trimmed hair that was just long enough to curl. She put her hand into her crotch, as if to stop herself peeing. It was, quite simply, the most arousing thing Alice had ever seen. As soon as Sophie touched her crotch, an incredible thing started happening to Alice. All at once, she felt like she was about to burst with pee, her clit was shooting fireworks into her body she screamed in pleasure. Sophie took her hand away. "You can't be that obvious!" she said, chuckling. "We're not really supposed to use these, but because they're so small nobody ever notices. But they will if you have a screaming orgasm every time I hold myself! I'll be doing that a lot tonight!" Alice could see stars. She felt like her world had just exploded with pleasure. "I thought I was going to pee right then!" "That's the g-spot, it'll do that to you," Sophie grinned. "Come on, we're late, and I am bursting for a pee. Let's get this show started." The two girls straightened themselved up and, wriggling and bending over slightly at the waist, they got back in the elevator... ...To be continued
Hi everyone, Thanks for your kind comments and your patience. Here is the second part to this chapter! Hope you enjoy! Sophie. It was difficult for Sophie to tell what was screaming for her attention more, her clit or her bladder. Alice was, Sophie thought, an absolutely perfect addition to the team. And not masturbating, ever?! God she was such an innocent little thing! Sophie breathed out deeply as she relived the pee spraying out of Alice’s slippery, writhing crotch and felt herself getting more and more aroused. This was going to be a fun evening! There were two customers this evening; a young couple who had been here only once before, and a regular they all called ‘The Doctor’. A handsome man in his early 40s who mostly liked to watch but occasionally had unusual requests. Today, Sophie could see a large grey machine next to him. Presumably something he had in store for them tonight. Sophie saw Alice making her way over to the couple. A good looking young man, maybe in his 30s, and a gorgeous brown skinned Asian girl wearing a floaty orange dress which stopped just short of showing off her panties. Both of them were staring at Alice, who was writhing around whilst talking to them, unable to keep still. Sophie tore her eyes away from the show and walked over to the Doctor. “Good evening sir, can I get you any drinks?” Sophie crossed her legs tightly. “In a minute, yes.” He replied with a soft, kind voice. “First I would like you to lie down on this sofa and pull up your dress a little, just above your panties.” Sophie could feel her bladder stretching out and crossed her legs with a little curtsy. She didn’t want to hold herself until it was absolutely necessary because she didn’t know how much vibration Alice could take without making a scene in front of the customers. She dragged her mind away from her bladder and back to this unusual request. “Erm...” she paused, wriggling slightly as her bladder sent an urgent message. “I’m not actually wearing any” “That’s OK.” the Doctor said with a smile. “This won’t take long.” ‘God I hope he makes me cum’ thought Sophie as she minced over to the sofa, her pussy was on fire since the changing room adventure with Alice and she desperately needed some sexual attention. She lay down, legs clamped together, and lifted her dress up to her navel, exposing the soft curve between her legs and delicately trimmed pubes. The doctor had rolled over the machine and it wasn’t for several seconds before Sophie realised what it was - an ultrasound machine. “I’m just going to have a quick look at your bladder” said the Doctor in his calming voice. He squeezed some cold gel onto her abdomen, causing her to gasp and rock her hips back and forth. “You really need to pee huh?” Sophie nodded sharply. “This shouldn’t take long” he smiled Just as he said that, he pushed the large scanner right onto her tortured bladder. “Aaah!” Yelped Sophie as the sudden pressure sent shocks through her body. She squeezed her thighs as tightly together as she could, arching her back and grinding her naked butt into the sofa. She could feel pee trickling down her urethra as she tried desperately to hold on. “P - please stop” she begged “I’m about to pee” “Almost done” the doctor smiled kindly. Sophie could feel her thighs becoming slick with a mixture of pee and her own juices. She was leaking despite all of her efforts, writhing around and grinding her hips, clamping her legs together over her exposed pubic area. She was about to lose it completely... “All done.” Said the doctor, removing the pressure. “Your bladder looks impressively full!” We’ll try a transvaginal scan next time, see if you can get even fuller.” He smiled broadly and sat down at his table. Sophie was panting and sweating from the effort of holding back her pee. Her legs were dancing against each other, sliding over her now very wet thighs, her crotch glistening in the lights of the bar. She had no idea what a transvaginal scan was, but hopefully it would allow her to relieve some of the pressure in her bladder or clit. She was barely holding off peeing and was about two seconds of touching herself away from an incredible orgasm. The doctor broke her desperate daze. “Ill have an Old Fashioned please” “Yessir” Sophie tried to slide her dress down again to cover herself. To climb off the sofa she moved one leg down first, meaning she had to separate her legs for the first time. As she did so, her pussy faced directly at the doctor and she felt a little pee leaking out. She was pleased to see him staring at her crotch with his mouth slightly open. Clamping her struggling kegel muscles tightly, she stumbled towards the bar to fetch the drink. Alice Meanwhile, Alice had managed to get two cocktails prepared for the young couple. Her desperation had built up again since she peed in the changing room, and she was again becoming frantic. Her pee felt like it could burst out at any second and she had to keep grinding her legs together, walking on the spot constantly. Alice barely noticed, given her own predicament, but the Asian girl was sitting right on the edge of her seat, grinding her crotch into the leather edge. Every now and then Alice would catch a glimpse of the top of her gorgeous brown legs ending in some orange panties which matched the colour of her dress. “Two Margaritas!” Alice said with a forced smile, trying in vain to stay still while pee tried to burst out of her. “You’re really beautiful” said the girl with a bashful smile, taking a sip of her drink. Alice smiled and bent her knees a little. She was having to bend over a little at the waist and her hips were gyrating trying to control her bladder. The girl continued and Alice tried to concentrate on what she was saying. “You look so sexy when you’re desperate to pee. Sit down and tell us what you’re feeling” Alice hesitated but shuffled over. Talking about her body like this was not something she was used to doing. Even talking to a doctor about her private areas made her embarrassed and blush! She sat down with her heel under her crotch and shoved her pee hole onto her heel with as much force as she could manage. The man spoke. “I’m Tom, and this is Tia.” He began. “It’s only our second time here. We both love seeing girls desperate for the loo and we can’t believe how awesome this place is. God, you’re absolutely bursting aren’t you?” Alice realised that her while body was shaking. She was pulling herself down onto her heel with both hands so hard that her fingers had turned white. She nodded. They made small talk for fifteen or twenty minutes. They had met at work, had been together for six years and about a year in they had been on a night out with friends when Tia had misjudged how much she needed to pee before they walked between two bars. They had stopped to get cash from an ATM and Tia had been dancing around and grabbing herself, about to pee. Tom had found it so attractive that as soon as they got to the second bar, Tia ran for the bathroom but Tom followed her and before she could pee, they had amazing leaky sex. That was how they discovered their shared fetish and that was how they ended up here, married, five years later. After hearing this story, Alice was even more desperate and even more turned on. And so, it seemed, was Tia. “Tell us how it feels,” Tia said. She was twisting her legs together and shaking her hips, and alternating this with opening and closing her legs rapidly. Alice could see right up her short orange dress to her panties, and caught a glimpse of a dark wet spot in the crotch. Alice forced herself to relax a little and tried to focus on the feeling. “I feel like my bladder is about to explode.” Her voice was shaky and she was panting with effort. “Oh god me too” said Tia breathlessly. “Go on,” Tom nodded to Alice encouragingly “Erm.. My whole stomach is aching and I literally cant stop moving, my muscles feel like they’re twitching all by themselves, and i can feel the pee trying to escape... Oh my GOD i need the loo” Alice was hit by an extreme wave of desperation, and felt some pee right at the end of her urethra, for the second time in an hour. “Ohhhh its about to come out” she was flailing around and grinding with all she had onto her heel. “What about your pussy?” As Tia spoke, Alice saw her grabbing her own crotch as if to stop pee escaping, but then as she grabbed it she rubbed it in slow circles. Alice blushed and looked away. “Don’t be shy,” Tia smiled, “Doesn’t it turn you on like crazy when you have to pee this bad? Or seeing me desperate too?” She was rubbing her crotch faster now through her panties and thrusting her hips forwards and backward rhythmically. Alice stared. This beautiful, confident stranger was masturbating in front of her. Alice was speechless. Her whole mind was occupied with three things. How much she desperately had to pee, how much she desperately needed to have sex with someone or something, and how much she wanted to tear those bright orange panties off and touch Tia’s private areas. This last one was a total shock to Alice, who was she turning into? “Tell us what you’re feeling in your pussy,” panted Tia again. Tom was staring, visibly erect through his trousers. “Well, to be honest,” Alice blushed. Only her extreme desperation was making her distracted enough from being too embarrassed to talk about this. “My pee hole feels like it’s full and the pee is right at the very end. My whole crotch is soaking wet and I don’t even know from what. My pee, juice or sweat. I’m moving my legs around so much but I can barely f...f... feel them touching each other because everything is s...s... so wet.” Alice shuddered towards the end as pee made another bid for freedom. “And what about your panties? A...are they wet?” Tia was panting now, leaning forward slightly, slowly rubbing her hand up and down the outside of her orange panties. Alice, through her haze of desperation, could see them getting darker as they got wetter. “I’m not actually wearing any..” she muttered. Tia stopped touching herself, leaned forwards even further, long black hair framing her beautiful face. “Kiss me.” Tia grabbed her crotch again, although this time it looked like it was to stop her peeing, and moved towards Alice. Alice was paralysed with fascination and desperation. Tia stood with one leg either side of Alice’s bouncing knees and slowly lowered herself onto her lap so Alice was forced to remove her heel from underneath her. Doing so caused a leak to squirt out of her and soak into her dress. She was completely at her limit. Meanwhile, Tia was straddling her, legs wide open, holding her crotch and squirming. “I am so close to pissing myself, but I need you to touch me.” She breathed. With this, she used her free hand to take Alice’s and moved it to her panties. She slowly slid Alices hand inside her panties so it replaced her own which was holding her pee in. Alice’s mind was blown. She felt the soft brush of cotton matched with the coarse caress of very short pubic hair. And then her hand went deeper. As soon as she got a little lower, the wetness began. Tia’s pussy was covered in juices and Alices hand slid over them easily. Tia’s lips were soaking wet, and this coated the inside of her panties too so it was difficult to tell where one stopped and the other began. “Oh fuck I’m almost peeing. Touch me.” Tia moaned, pushing herself desperately in the direction of Alice’s hand. Having never masturbated and certainly never touching a girl before, Alice didn’t really know what to do, but she just did what she wanted someone else to do to her right then and it seemed to work well. She brushed Tia’s clit with a finger and as she did so a jet of hot pee splashed into her hand. “Fuck I cant...” Tia never finished because Alice pushed two fingers inside her soaking pussy. More pee squirted out, hitting Alice’s palm and leaking through Tias panties, soaking into the front of Alice’s dress. Alice pulled her fingers out and used them to rub Tia’s clit in small circles. Tia was slowly and continuously leaking pee now and Alice could feel it dribbling off her hand and down her own legs. This feeling of pee escaping drove her own desperation into overdrive and she lost another spurt of pee into her dress. “Oh god I’m wetting myself” she muttered to herself. That drove Tia into a frenzy and she grabbed Alice’s hand and drove it harder into her crotch. Alice’s fingers slipped deep inside the excited girl and her palm ground against the throbbing and engorged clit as pee exploded from Tia’s desperate bladder. Tia arched her back, pushing Alice’s hand into her crotch with both hands and started to shake “yes, yes YES” she yelled and her whole body convulsed. Pee was spraying everywhere, bouncing off Alice’s hand with an incredible force, soaking the fronts of both girls dresses, running down their legs and pooling on the floor. Her body was shaking and Alice could feel her pussy pulsating on her fingers, grabbing then as if trying to force them further inside. The orgasm lasted thirty seconds, and after it had finished, Alice kept her hand in Tia’s panties as more and more pee gushed out, soaking everything around them. Tia kissed Alice deeply and strongly as the last of the pee left her body. “Holy shit that was amazing.” Tia said throatily. Alice slowly removed her hand, causing Tia to shudder and close her eyes. “Your turn” Tia smiled, “but first, we need a few more drinks...” Tia stood up. The whole front of her dress was soaked with pee and it was clinging to her slender frame. The hem was sticking to her flat stomach so her now very dark panties were showing. They too were soaking wet and were clinging to her labia and pubic area. Alice wanted nothing more than to bury her fingers in that soaking wet area again, but two things stopped her. First, Tia turned, sat on Tom and started kissing him passionately. Second, Alice’s bladder was about to explode. The tortured girl stood up and tried to make her way to the bar. The front of her own dress was soaked with Tia’s pee, right up to her breasts. The back of her dress which she had been sitting on was also soaked with her own pee and a big section of it was coated in slippery juices from her pussy which was screaming for attention almost as loudly as her bladder. Alice could feel it escaping. Two drops made their way out as she took a few steps towards to bar. They ran along her labia and trickled down her already slick legs. The next step, two more. Alice was frantic. She had only been working for 45 minutes, an hour at most. She couldn’t lose it yet. She was halfway to the bar. More pee trickled out. She could see Sophie at the bar, making a drink, frantically dancing and curtseying. Clearly also frantically desperate. Her cute little butt twitching up and down. God how good it would be to grab that. Alice had lost all of her inhibitions with her intense desire to pee. Just as she thought this, a huge spurt of pee erupted from her crotch, spraying her legs. She was losing the battle. She had just one more option. “Sorry Sophie” Alice looked up and just as she did so, Sophie met her gaze. Sophie Sophie didn’t know how she had made it this far. The doctor had talked a lot about pee incontinence studies and desperation and had done two more incredibly difficult ultrasounds. Sophie had seen the black chasm on the monitor which was her distended and engorged bladder and had whimpered for him to stop. After these drinks were made it was the transvaginal scan, whatever that was. Soohie was just about holding on. It was taking all of her strength and she was trying almost every trick in the book. Her legs danced as she squatted and scissored them, trying to distract herself from her bladder and need for sexual stimulation. She poured the drink into a glass and looked up. Alice was stumbling towards her. She was a frantic, desperate mess. Her entire dress was completely soaked and it had become so tight and clingy that she may as well have not been wearing one at all. Just as Sophie looked, Alice caught her eye. She looked panicked and frantic. ‘Sorry Sophie’ she mouthed. Sophie knew at once what was about to happen. Her eyes widened in panic. “Oh shit not now, I’ll lose it!” But Alice was clearly beyond the point where she could trust her poor kegel muscles, and her hand reached under her dripping wet dress and grabbed her crotch. Instantly, Sophie’s body was on fire. Vibrations pulsed into her clit and her g-spot and she moaned a low, soft sound as fireworks exploded in her crotch. It was absolutely everything she could do not to pee. Her whole body was now focusing purely on the incredibly ecstasy coming from her vagina and was completely ignoring her bladder. Alice had arrived at the bar, still holding herself. “I’m so sorry!” She muttered “I just couldn’t hold it any other way.” Sophie was in no shape to reply. She sank to the floor as wave after wave of vibrations rocketed through her body. She became loosely aware that her dress had ridden up and that she was thrusting her naked pussy into the air as she steamed towards an orgasm. The world started to go black... her body started convulsing... she was so close... But then it stopped, and the urge to pee came back with a vengeance. “Nooo” Sophie moaned, partly because the vibrations had stopped and partly because she was about to pee. She clamped her legs closed, hard, and began to feel how intensely wet her crotch was. It could have been a little pee, but was definitely mostly her juices. Alice was writing around trying to make some drinks, and from her position on the floor Sophie could see up her soaking wet skirt to her shining slick crotch. As she looked a squirt of pee escaped and trickled down the poor girl’s legs. Sophie stood up and pulled her dress down, breathlessly. “Jesus christ I have to pee” she said, bending at the waist and curtseying. Alice was even worse. She was red in the face, panting, squirming and bouncing. Her leg movements had caused her dress to ride up so her whole lower half was completely open to the air and it was completely soaking wet. “You are incredible” said Sophie admiringly, watching the perfect body of Alice try relatively unsuccessfully to hold pee in. Alice had made the drinks by now. “I can’t wait much longer,” she whimpered Sophie nodded. “I can see that! That is really no problem, thats what they are paying for! Just make it authentic, although looking at you I can tell it is!” “One more thing...” Alice trailed off while she curtseyed and balled her fists up as a wave of desperation hit her. Sophie saw a new trickle of pee make its way out of Alice’s exposed crotch, and felt herself get even more aroused. “What is it?” Sophie asked “Is it ok if I... erm... touch the guests?” Sophie chuckled, which almost caused her to lose control of her bladder. “I take it you mean sexually? They are paying to watch, and touching is not part of the deal.” Alice’s face looked shocked and disappointed all at the same time. “Don’t worry though,” Sophie smiled “If you WANT to be touched, or touch them, that is A-ok” Alice breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and started mincing away, wet legs shining in the lights from the bar, not even bothering to cover herself up. “Oh one more thing!” Sophie called to her retreating back. “Save some energy for me later.” Sophie watched the poor girl walk off, exposed, to the table with the couple. The couple seemed to be entwined in each other and neither noticed Alice approaching slowly. Sophie dragged her attention back to her own situation. She was right on the brink of bursting, and ridiculously horny. She made her way back over to the doctor, pausing occasionally to keep pee in her overflowing body. “Excellent, thanks” said the doctor as he accepted the drink. Sophie collapsed onto her heel, pushing it into her pee hole as hard as she could. “Ah, that is a common way of dealing with desperation,” said the doctor, observing her writhing form on her heel. “You feel like pee is about to come out, pushing against your muscles? And the only way to stop it is by putting something in the way?” This talk of pee was driving Sophie crazy. She nodded mutely. “How badly do you need it? On a scale of 1-10? “Ten!” Sophie almost yelled it. She was beyond bursting now and she knew if she got off her heel it would all be over. “Pull up your dress then, and let’s do this final ultrasound.” This time, the doctor pulled out a long grey instrument with a rounded end, about 2 centimetres wide. “I’m going to need you to remove your heel from your vagina and open your legs.” Sophie gulped, held her breath and lay back. She gathered all of her strength and gingerly opened her legs. It was total torment. Her bladder was screaming at her, pee had forced its way right to the end of her urethra and she was clinging desperately on to the edge of the seating like that would somehow help. “Please try not to pee on the equipment, it is quite valuable.” The doctor was matter of fact but Sophie was incredulous. Doesn’t he realise that I am about to piss all over everything? Her body was shaking as the doctor moved towards her with the long instrument aiming at her vagina. ‘Oh god, he’s going to put that inside me’ Sophie felt like something inside her was the only way to hold back her pee, and she was almost uncontrollably turned on so this seemed like a double win. “Please hurry” she mumbled as a drip escaped her frantic muscles and dribbled out of her. The doctor positioned the ultrasound sensor lightly on her labia, and gently pushed. Alice Alice was oblivious to her half-naked state. She was valiantly holding on to her pee but she felt like she was overflowing. Every step she took a small trickle of pee escaped her tired bladder and she was wetter than she had ever been, in all the ways she could think of. She could barely think straight but managed to make it back to the table. Tia had been slowly undressing Tom but they decoupled when Alice arrived. Lia’s wet panties were on the table and Tom was not wearing a shirt. “Come here lovely,” said Tia warmly, the front of her dress still visibly dripping. Alice put down the drinks and made her way over, legs crossed tightly. “Wow.” Tom and Tia said in unison as they saw the state if Alice’s dress. For the first time Alice looked down and gasped. She was completely nude from the waist down. Frantically, she tried to force the soaking material back in to place, but Tia put a hand on hers. “Better off I think” she smiled and peeled the dress off over Alice’s head. Alice could do nothing but twist her legs together more tightly and bounce on the spot. “Wow you really are bursting aren’t you?” Asked Tom kindly Alice nodded, now totally naked in-front of the pair, breasts bouncing as she ground her legs together. “If you want to, you can cone and sit on my lap?” Tom said. “If you don’t want to thats totally fine!” Alice wanted two things. She desperately, desperately wanted to pee. It had been almost three hours since she first would have described herself as ‘needing to pee’ and she honestly felt like she couldn’t take much more pressure. But secondly, she desperately wanted to cum. She had been so uncontrollably horny this last week, and even before that she had been getting quite frustrated - the last guy she had been with was three months ago, and as a non-masturbator that had been her last orgasm. So she walked over to Tom. Naked. Thighs and crotch glistening with pee and moisture. From behind, Tia took a step too, and guided Alice’s contorted body so she was straddling Tom, facing him, with Tia just behind. With her legs apart like that she started leaking. But she was captured by the moment and was too committed to back out now. She unbuckled Tom’s trousers and pulled out his erect penis. As he began to put on a condom, she screwed up all of her muscles, desperately trying to hold her pee just a little longer. The feeling of utter and complete desperation was unbelievably erotic. Finally he was done. Still shaking with the effort of holding in as much pee as she could, she pushed herself on to him. With all the liquid and wetness all over her he slid in to her so smoothly she barely felt it at first, but then his penis hit her distended bladder. “Oh holy shiiiiiit” she shouted as a new and even more intense wave of desperation hit her. Pee was about to erupt out of her when she felt Tia behind her. Tia reached around, grabbed Alice’s crotch around Tom’s cock and held the pee in. “Just hold it for a little longer lovely” she whispered into Alice’s ear. Tia’s hand, holding in Alice’s pee, came into contact with the vibrator... Sophie Sophie was about to lose her mind, the transvaginal ultrasound scanner was inside her and the doctor was moving it around, bashing it into her poor sensitive bladder. The movement was not enough to be enjoyable, but it was enough to make her pee herself, and she was getting closer and closer to the edge. She whimpered, as the doctor prodded her bladder again from the inside. “Just another minute” the doctor said. He seemed to be fascinated by the display Sophie was putting on, both with her naked crotch and on the monitor. ‘Ok, just one minute. I can do this’ she thought to herself, pouring the last bit of strength she had into her kegels. But that was the exact moment that Tia touched Alice’s vibrator. Vibrations of pure pleasure exploded between Sophie’s legs, pushing her clit and g-spot into another world. She started writhing as pulses of pleasure shot through her whole body. And she started losing control. “Stop peeing!” She heard the doctor say but he seemed like he was a long way away as her body was completely overwhelmed by pleasure. Some part of her brain registered his instruction and she grabbed her crotch with both hands feeling the incredible wetness between her legs and trying to hold her pee hole closed whilst accommodating the ultrasound still deep inside her. Sophie managed to stop the pee, but she was lost to the orgasm. “Oh... my...” Sophie screamed in pleasure. Her whole body convulsed, thrusting her naked crotch into the air. She was shaking, her legs flailing, hands still clamped to her crotch, pushing the vibrations into her pulsing clit. Over and over again, wave after wave of orgasm shook her body. Her toes and fingers went numb, and she could barely catch a breath. Still the orgasm kept pulsing through her. As if it would never stop. Alice Meanwhile, Alice was grinding herself into Tom’s cock and Tia’s hand. It seemed impossible that pee wasn’t coming out of her, she was so desperately full that she felt like her bladder was compressing her lungs. But god it felt incredible! That was the moment that Sophie grabbed herself. Alice’s world exploded. Vibrations shook through her as Tia’s hand, Tom’s cock and her own bladder combined with the powerful vibrations to send her into another world. “Oh... yes... I’m... gonna... CUM!” Alice’s bladder was sending shock waves of painful pleasure through her which matched the vibrations from her clit. Every movement she made crushed her bladder into Tom and her body was pulsing and pushing, trying desperately but failing to force some pee past Tia’s hand. The pain from her bladder was matched by the intense slippery pleasure which seemed to be coming from her entire body. She started convulsing as the beginnings of her orgasm built up. Her back arched, fireworks and tingling numbness shot through her body, all of her muscles seemed to contract at the same time... “Oh my GOD!” The orgasm hit her like a train. All of her body started writhing, her chest pushed down into Tom’s face whilst her legs began violently and uncontrollably shaking. Her vibrating, desperate, soaking wet crotch was thrust into the air away from Tom’s erection as Tia lost her grip. Finally free from its constraints, pee exploded from Alice’s tortured urethra as she came. A thick, clear torrent burst from her pulsating body, spraying Tia from head to toe, and still Alice kept cumming. At some point she tried to stop peeing but her muscles were too tired and her orgasm too powerful. She tried to close her legs, but her convulsing, orgasmic body just sprayed pee forwards and backwards, soaking Tom in the same way as it had Tia. Still she kept peeing and the orgasm continued to shake her body and mind. She collapsed on the seats, pee still spraying from her crotch as her legs shook uncontrollably. Pee covered her and the seating as she writhed in pleasure. Sophie The doctor had removed the ultrasound transducer at some point while Sophie was cumming. She didn’t remember it happening, but she still had her hands clamped tightly onto her pussy. She was out of her mind with desperation. Her whole body was screaming for release and only her hands were stopping pee from escaping. “Another Old fashioned please” smiled the doctor. Sophie knew she was finished, but she had no choice but to try. Her hands were losing their grip on her soaking wet crotch. She wriggled herself to a standing position and started walking towards the bar. Every step was torture. Her body was still reeling from her earth shattering orgasm just moments earlier and she felt like she could barely stand. She eventually reached the bar. The doctor was watching her intently. Sophie knew she was going to have to use both hands to make the drink. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, she let go. Pee shot out of her, spraying the inside of her thighs and soaking her feet. She snapped her legs tightly closed but pee still gushed out of her, running in thick rivers down her all the way to the floor. “No, no, come ON Soph!” She told herself. Somehow she managed to get the flow under control but releasing some had somehow made her even more frantic. Her hands shook as she poured the drink, mashed the bitters into the liquor, slowly stirring... the process blurred from one desperate burst of bladder torture to the next. Alice After what seemed like several minutes to Alice, the vibrations stopped, the orgasm subsided and pee slowed to a trickle. Alice was still panting and shaking as pee slowly leaked from her, running over her legs and soaking into the seats. Tia had taken Alice’s place on top of Tom’s lap and was riding him rapidly as both of them stared at Alice’s shaking, panting body. Alice herself had no concept of time or the events around her. She could feel herself constantly leaking pee and casually wondered how much pee she could possibly have left. She pulled herself gradually to her feet, oblivious to the fact that she was completely naked and soaked in her own pee, and stumbled towards the bar. Her legs were weak and shaky, and so, so slippery. Pee slowly snaked down them as she tottered towards the bar. She tried to stop the flow of pee but no matter how hard she tried it just kept leaking out slowly. “I hope I haven’t done any permanent damage...” she vaguely thought to herself, dazed. Then, she noticed Sophie. The poor girl was actually writhing and contorting herself into shapes Alice couldn’t have even imagined. She was dancing and frantically rubbing her legs together as she tried to make a drink. “No, no, please no...” she was muttering over and over. Her dress barely covered her butt and Alice could see that both things were soaking wet. Sophie was losing control. Alice stared. Her arousal washed over her again. She was completely enraptured by this stunning brunette leaking uncontrollably from her barely covered crotch. Sophie started moving back towards her customer with a drink on a tray in her hand. But the walking was more than she could manage. To move back to the table, she had to unentwine her legs. Alice watched, fascinated, as she took a step, and as she did, pee burst from her with an astonishing force. “Oh shit NO” Sophie tried to cross her legs again but it was too late. There was no stopping it this time. It poured out of her, running in rivers along her labia, down her legs and spraying into the air. Sophie kept walking. She was almost running in fact. And each step made pee spray out harder and in a new and different direction. She was still peeing full force when she got back to the table and Alice found herself following her to see more. The customer was staring at Sophie’s pussy as fluid kept bursting out as if it would never stop. Sophie put the drink down, trying desperately to force her pee hole closed. That was when Sophie noticed Alice, standing just next to her, breasts bare to the world, flat stomach slowly curving down between her legs, getting wetter and wetter. Alice was staring at Sophie’s leaking crotch. Still peeing, Sophie stepped towards Alice and kissed her, hard, and at the same time forcing her own hand between Alice’s legs. Alice felt Sophie’s probing fingers find her clit as she kissed her back. Alice pushed her own hand in between Sophie’s legs, feeling the torrent of hot pee still pouring out. As soon as the touched Sophie’s crotch, vibrations exploded in her own. It took less than five seconds for both girls to find another orgasm. Sophie pushed her body against Alice as they both came. Pee pulsed out of Sophie as her body shook, pulling Alice into her, hard. Alice’s body found some more pee to push out and her bladder emptied over Sophie’s cupped hand. The two girls clung to each other, panting as their orgasms shook them over and over again, pulsing though their tired and wet bodies. Slowly, their orgasms and their pee subsided and they stayed tangled, panting, pushed against each other. Eventually, after a minute or two of this, they slowly disengaged. Sophie looked down at Alice’s pert breasts and neat pubic hair, her skin shining with pee and sweat. “Do you want another dress?” Sophie joked, and both girls started to laugh.
“Hold the lift!” I stuck my arm out in response to the call, catching the elevator door just in time. In stumbled Aaron, my department manager, with his classic too-bright smile plastered across his face. “Thanks, Bella, I owe you one.” He said sunnily and pressed the button to get to 15, not seeming to notice that it had already been pressed. I wondered vaguely what he was doing all the way down on 1 in the middle of the afternoon, as our management team wasn’t known for straying too far outside of their shared office space upstairs. Aaron’s legs jostled restlessly as the lift rose slowly. We exchanged how do you do’s and comments on the weather, but he seemed a bit off. He had a nervous energy that made me eager to get out and leave him to whatever his issue was. We seemed to stop at every floor to let people on then off again. I couldn’t help but notice his smile slipping and his enthusiastic greetings getting shorter and more rushed as he was clearly impatient with the slow journey. This seemed to be aggravated by the elevator doors taking a few extra seconds to open and close uselessly for a few moments, or open half way-open-close halfway-close-repeat like they’d been doing for the last week or so. Bossman swears he’s getting an electrician to look at it. By floor 10 the lift was empty, save for us, and I could finally tell what his problem was. He was practically dancing on the spot and muttering under his breath, making him look younger than usual. He was in his late 20’s, and I really only had a few years on him, but his baby face, sleek athletic frame, and floppy golden hair and baby blue eyes made him look so painfully young. Now that he was doing what was clearly a potty dance, he looked like a child. The door opened and closed uselessly at 10 before moving again. I peeked sideways at Aaron to see how he was handling yet another delay. He seemed to be frozen on the spot, one leg crossed tightly over the other. “You okay? You seem a little off.” I fished, watching him bend at the waists a bit before straightening and beginning his leg movements. “I’m literally about to piss on the floor.” He admitted shamelessly. I felt myself blush, not having expected that response. “My meeting took an absolute eternity to get through, and seeing as it was just a bunch of company bigwigs grilling me it didn’t seem appropriate to leave. Then I kept getting caught up by people who wanted to chat and I figured if I could just get upstairs where it was a little quieter I’d be in the clear.” He explained, movement becoming more exaggerated. I’d never had any strong opinions about Aaron. I know some people in the department grumbled about his youth, but he knows his stuff. Some of the other ladies cooed about his looks, not that he wasn’t attractive, he just wasn’t my type. Despite not caring much about him one way or the other I definitely felt a little bad for him. Clearly he’d been ignoring his body’s needs for quite a while to get to this point. “Why aren’t we moving?” He groaned, bobbing in place again. I looked and he was right, the number above the door stayed at 13 and we were not moving, nor did the doors open. He prodded a few buttons before pacing the small space. I pulled out my phone to find no signal. “We’re stuck, great.” I sighed, not at all in the mood for this. To be honest, I was having a perfectly shitty day and just wanted to finish my work and go home. “We can’t be stuck. That cannot happen right now. This cannot be happening” Aaron insisted, and I was surprised to hear genuine panic in his voice. I peeked over to see him twisted like a pretzel and bending at the waist, clearly clenching very hard. “Take a deep breath, we’ll get out in a minute.” I coached sympathetically, pressing the alarm button on the key panel. Maybe in futility, as the electrical connection was almost certainly the problem, but it was something. “I need to be out now.” He insisted, returning to his potty dance. The poor guy was actually about to lose it. I angled myself to give him a sense of privacy while we suffered through a handful of tense, awkward minutes. When I heard him hiss and couldn’t help but look. His legs were firmly crossed, and I could see a small wet trail on the upper thigh of his khaki pants. He was leaking. He was actually going to pee on the floor. “Aaron?” I checked, watching his chest rise and fall, all too shallowly, at an alarming rate. He didn’t respond. He bobbed desperately and the wet patch grew noticeably. I pointedly turned around and faced away. “Aaron, I won’t look. Just go on the floor.” I permissed. He made a noise of protest and I shrugged. “If you wet yourself it will be all over the floor anyway. This way your clothes won’t catch any more damage.” I soothed, making sure to point out that I knew he was really at the end of his rope. I heard some fidgeting and light swearing and all of a sudden it was as if someone had turned the faucet of full blast. The noise carried on while I watched the floor get covered in the fluid around my feet and touching my shoes. The poor guy was not messing around about how urgent this was. I squirmed, a little from embarrassment, a little because my womanhood had decided to awaken, now of all times. It tingled with interest at each splatter and tiny moan. When the steam finally tapered off the tiny elevator was a puddle and my underwear were in a similar condition. I waited an extra few moments to be sure he was finished and put away before turning back around. The poor man was in an absolute state. His whole frame trembled while he fought to breathe through quivering lips. I decided professionalism was just about out the window and closed the gap between us with one sloshy step. I squeezed his shoulders tightly and made him look at me. “Take a deep breath, Aaron. You’re fine. Don’t you feel so much better now?” I asked gently, feeling his pulse race with my thumb that rested on his collarbone while he fought to swallow his panic. “I know, that wasn’t fun. It’s all over though. Everything will clean up just fine.” He finally nodded to acknowledge that he heard me. I didn’t let my hands drop until he finally drew a full breath of air. “I’m so sorry about this. I really am. I really couldn’t wait. I don't want you to think I’m disgusting or anything.” He rambled, shifting uncomfortably. I felt my lady parts tingle demandingly and wondered if maybe he was the one who should feel disgusted right now. “I know you couldn’t wait. Look at the size of this puddle. I have no idea how you were holding that in to begin with. You must feel so relieved.” I encouraged, making him nod. “Not to be gross, but letting it out was the best feeling I’ve ever had.” He admitted, massaging his bladder gingerly. It must be aching a bit. I shifted again as I ignored an ache of my own. He couldn’t seem to pick a place to look, as it was hard to avoid me and the mess on the floor. Despite the admission of relief he looked downright miserable. I took a step back to give him some space despite not having much to give. “Bella?” He asked quietly after a long, much-needed silence. “What’s up?” I asked softly, prepared to promise that I would not be sharing this around the water cooler. “Well, if you don’t mind me asking; are you doing alright lately?” He asked in a genuine voice that made me blush. To say I was caught off-guard would be an understatement. I decided to play dumb. “Has there been a problem with my work?” I asked, knowing full well that there wasn’t, and he wouldn’t dare bring up a shortcoming of mine at a time like this even if there was. “Not at all! It’s just- you seem- it’s-“ he tripped over his words, in an uncharacteristic lack of confidence. I watched from under my lashes while he took a deep breath. “You usually change your screensaver on your computer every couple of days, or leave little sticky notes around with fun facts or jokes, or remind everyone of silly holidays like ‘mismatched sock day’ or whatever. It’s been weeks since you’ve done anything like that.” He wasn’t wrong, but the fact that he noticed surprised me. We don’t have a huge department, but there’s definitely enough people to get forgotten in if you wanted to. I used to try to stand out with the little post-it’s and silly stuff, but nobody ever acknowledged it so I figured I was wasting my time. Then I was doing it for my own enjoyment, but I hadn’t felt much like the doing silly stuff lately anyway. “I guess I’m just not in the mood for it anymore.” I muttered in a lame attempt at hiding my surprise. “Did something happen to take you out of that mood? You don’t have to tell me, but you can. I’ve wanted to ask, it just didn’t seem professional. This little setup is about as unprofessional as it gets so I guess I’ll take it.” He rambled. I thought on it quietly for a few moments. I couldn’t decide if he actually cared, or just wanted to take the pressure off of himself right now. “I guess I’m just having a hard time right now.” I admitted, choosing to at least meet him halfway. I hadn’t decided if I was going to elaborate or not, but fate didn’t give me the chance. We both jumped when someone banged on the other side of the door and shouted to see if there was anyone inside. We started yelling back, pee puddles and problems forgotten for a moment. It took some time to get us out. I guess it wasn’t as simple as just prying the doors open. By the time we were freed it was promised that the only people who would know about Aaron’s accident would be the two of us, a sympathetic electrician, and a janitor. The two of us bumbled down the hall awkwardly, not really sure what to say to each other. I wanted to escape to a restroom to clean my shoes before finishing my day, but it almost seemed unkind to leave things the way they were. “So, Aaron…” I started and trailed off. I remembered his acknowledgment that professionalism was pretty much over for the day and powered through. “I’m not having a great day, and from what I’ve seen neither are you. If you’d like the company we could grab a drink.” I proposed, watching my feet instead of him. “I think that’s a perfect idea. I could use a strong drink and some good company after a day like this. Is it okay if I grab a cab and pick you up at 8?” He asked, and I blushed a little that he wanted to take the same cab. And both of us drive, so he must want to drink as much as I do. I nodded and we hovered awkwardly outside of the restrooms. “How uncomfortable is it that I need to pee again?” He chuckled, trying to play off the blush encompassing his face and neck. I discreetly checked to see that his pants were mostly dry, but his hand brushed across his tired bladder as it had been doing compulsively since his big release. “Don’t let me hold you up, I’ll see you tonight.” I smirked, ducking into the ladies room before either of us could make it more awkward. I scurried into a stall and locked the door before ripping my pants aside and plopping myself on a toilet. I ran a finger through my damp slit and shivered. I ran my finger through again and started to replay the delicious sounds of Aaron losing control. Maybe tonight, between the drinks and his sore bladder, I can get a little more memory footage of such sinful squirming.
Hey everyone! I'm back! I know it's been awhile. I guess I sorta needed a break due to the whole stuttering incident. Anyways, I'm doing more with da Lesbians~ Villy and Mana, I think these two may be my Otp! X3 Anyways, hope you enjoy! By the way this is about 2 years after Villy and Mana got together! ----- "VILLY!". Mana shouted as she banged on the bathroom door, clutching her peehole and shaking like mad. "HURRY UP IN THERE!". "Sorta busy right now". Villy said from inside. Mana paced back and forth, squeezing her legs and doing a small pee dance trying to hold it in. "You've been in there for 20 minutes! Hurry up!!!". Mana whined as she clutched herself tightly. "Sorry sweetie but I'm gonna be in here for a bit..". Villy said. Mana kept squeezing her throbbing peehole, her bladder threatening to burst. She could feel the liquid trapped inside her, trying desperately to make it's way out. "If I pee myself your cleaning it up!" Mana said as she hopped from foot to foot. Eventually, Villy flushed and walked out the bathroom, Mana ran in and slammed the door. A few seconds later, Villy could hear the sounds of relief from in the bathroom. After a good minute and a half, she came out. "Jeez, what did you drink today?". Villy asked. "It's not my fault it's hot today!". Mana said making a grumpy face. "And It's not my fault you have the bladder of a pachurisu". Villy said teasingly poking Mana's cheeks. "N-no I don't!" Mana argued, embarrassed. Villy just giggled. "You're adorable when your all grumpy and embarrassed". Villy said kissing Mana on her nose, making Mana's cheeks have a slight tint of pink added to them. Mana was still grumpy, but then she had a devilish idea, an idea for perfect revenge! A few hours later. Villy was sprawled on the couch looking through Pinsirgram on phone, while also drinking a cup of coffee. "Boring...boring...boring...". She said looking through her feed. She went to take another sip of coffee then saw that her mug was empty. "Ugh...I'm too lazy to make another but I'm still thirsty...". She complained. Mana was listening from in the kitchen. "Now to put my plan into action!". She said. She walked into the room holding a glass and a pitcher of lemonade. She set it down on the table next to Villy and filled it up. "Here ya go Vil!". Mana said smiling at her. Villy wasn't really confused, Mana was known to randomly bring her stuff when she knew Villy wanted it. 'Thank Mana". Villy said as she drank the lemonade. As soon as she finished it and set the glass down, Mana filled it up again. "Oh uh.. Thanks, again..". Villy said as she drank the lemonade again. And once again, as soon as she place the empty cup back on the table, Mana filled it right back up. Now Villy was suspicious. "Alright what'd you put in the lemonade?". She asked. "Nothing!" Mana said. "I'm just trying to be nice". She put the most genuine (and adorable) smile that she could. Villy couldn't deny that face, even if she wanted to. So she just shrugged and drank the lemonade again. The cycle when on for about a good minute before the pitcher was empty. "Oh! I'll go get some more!". Mana said as she quickly went back into the kitchen. Villy meanwhile wasn't really wanting anymore lemonade. All the lemonade she drank hand made her feel heavy, she could even see her belly poking out a little from it. "Ugh..". She muttered. "I don't wanna hurt Mana's feelings but idk how much more I can drink...". She said, rubbing her belly. Mana came back with another full pitcher of lemonade, she sat down filled up Villy glass again happily. Villy was reluctant, but she gave in and drank the lemonade. They once again kept the cyle going, whenever Mana ran out, she'd just go and fill the pitcher up and come right back, they did this for about 15 minutes. Villy had drank at least 7 whole pitchers of lemonade. Mana poured her another glass. Villy could barely grab it, she somehow managed to drink the glass, then she put the glass back on the table. "I-I can't drink anymore lemonade Mana... One more glass and I might blow...". Villy said holding her now visibly large belly. "Oh! Guess I went a little overboard..". Mana said rubbing the back of her head. "Well, guess I'll put the rest of this away!". She then went back into the kitchen. Villy could feel all the lemonade sloshing in her now large belly, it felt a bit weird having so much in there. She felt a little sleepy, so she closed her eyes and let herself drift off. Mana peeked in and saw Villy sleeping. She smirked. "Now all I gotta do is wait, then I can enage phase 2!". Later... Villy woke up and yawned. For a brief moment she couldn't remember when she fell asleep, then it came back to her and she looked down at her belly, which was poking out much less then before. "Jeez, how long was I asleep?". Villy wondered. Then her belly made a loud rumble, and she felt a harsh chill in between her legs. "Oh jeez, never drinking that mucy lemonade again!". Shw got up quickly and ran upstairs to the bathroom and tried to open it, but to her dread, it was locked. "Occupied!". Mana said cheekily from inside. "M-mana! I gotta use it!!". Villy said, clutching her peehole. "Welp, guess you'll have to hold it!". Mana laughed from inside. It suddenly hit Villy why Mana had given her so much lemonade. "Mana! This isn't funny!!! I gotta go bad!!". Villy squeezed her legs tightly, trying not to leak. "Now you know how I felt!". Mana said, still laughing mischeviously. Villy felt her peehole throbbing, each breath she took, she could feel the pent up liquid trying to force it's way out of her. It was actually starting to hurt her belly a little. "Mana! Please let me in!". Villy said shaking desperately, crossing her legs and squeezing them as tight as she could. Mana started feeling a little bad, so she unlocked the door and opened it. "Alright you can go in..". She said. Villy tried to walk foward, but she felt a spurt escape and quickly tried to stop the flow. "...I can't make it...". Villy said as she feet to her knees. "I feel like I'm gonna explode!!". She tried to stand but she felt a larger spurt escape making her fall back down to her knees. Mana frantically tried to think of something, then she got an idea and quickly ran to the closet and pulled out some towels. She went back to Villy and set the towels down in a neat pile next to her. "Use those!" Mana said. Villy slowly crawled on top of the towels, once she was on she tried to go, but nothint happened. She whined. "I-I can't go!". Villy said, her voice strained from breathing so hard. Mana thought for moment, then figured she was bladder shy. Mana walked and sat down next to Villy. "Just take a deep breath Villy". She said. Villy did as told and took a deep, yet shakey, breath. Mana started rubbing her back, trying to soothe her. Villy was still taking deep breaths, Mana noticed a few tears in her eyes. Mana then started rubbing Villy's belly gently, this made her much calmer.and more relaxed. She also managed to shake less. "I...still can't go... It won't come out...". Villy stuttered, her voice still shaking. Mana then leaned over and kissed her on her on her lips. Villy felt a wave of emotions go through her, as well as she felt all the liquid inside start to come out of her. The pent up ocean inside her started making it's way out through her peehole forcefully hitting the towels. However, Villy didn't moan in relief, she was too busy enjoying the lip to lip embrace from Mana. The kiss felt magical, she wanted it to last forever. Eventually, they're lips parted. They look at each other, both smiling. Then they both started laughing. For at least 5 minutes they just laughed and laughed Eventually Villy looked at Mana and smirked. "What do ya say we, have a bit of girlfriend fun time?~". Villy said, winking at Mana. Mana giggled. "Alright, but don't drink so much lemonade beforehand!". Mana teased. "Oh you little- C'mere!". Villy playful tackled Mana. Both laughed as they lay on the ground in each other's embrace. ---- Hope you all enjoy! I haven't had this much motivation in awhile, so hopefully I can get another story out before it goes away! See you all later! ^^
I blinked. Twice. Three times. My vision slowly came into focus and I found myself staring at a computer screen. Jumbles of names and numbers clustered my vision until my peripheral started to clear. I was sitting at a desk, a half drunk cup of coffee with coffee stains on the rim. Shit, I’ve been here for a while. If I didn’t know any better I would say I was at work. I checked the day. Tuesday. I check the time. 11 AM. Yup, I was definitely at work. I was probably productive until I went into that daze. Probably.... maybe. Wherever I went, I came back now, about an hour before lunch. It sounds good on paper, but it might drag if I don’t get up and stretch my legs. I’m in an office building sorts. Different businesses and companies all shared the same building, a different one on each floor. I happened to be in view of our receptionist. A very pretty receptionist. A very pretty, busty, receptionist. Naturally, I took every opportunity to talk with her, and perhaps get an eyeful of her assets. Shameful, I know. I knew her well enough though, well enough to playfully flirt with her. She knew I liked what I saw, and I’m pretty sure she liked the attention (as if it were in short supply). Lucky for me, it appeared the mail had just come in, and she would likely bring it to my desk before long, if I had anything addressed to me. She too seemed rather restless to stretch her legs it seemed. She had been looking at the clock for the past 20 minutes, squirming in her seat, bouncing her legs up and..... Wait. She has to pee you dummy. Duh. Suddenly I was even more distracted than I had been before. I remember choosing to sit here, exactly here, because of the excellent view I got from behind when she stood. Now I had a little more incentive. As she rocked from side to side however, I heard a faint sound, the slightest sound. Like someone shaking water in a bottle. The busty brunette looked to the clock again, bit her lip, and rocked back and forth. The sloshing continues, like someone stirring water in a bathtub. Slosh, slosh, slosh. An indistinguishable moan passed her lips as the sloshing continued. How the hell could I hear that from here? This was the silliest thing, a girl sloshing her water bottle while she has to- RING RING “This is Alex speaking, how can I help you?” I could hardly pay attention though. I was too busy watching the brunette stand up instantly and anxiously, cross her legs and bend forward, conveniently sticking her ass out in my direction. The pleasures of a properly planned seating chart. But a massive SLOSH echoed in my ears as she stood and bounced, as if someone were shaking a water bottle like a pair of maracas, her butt jiggling in her pencil skirt as the sloshing continued. The voice of the phone call faded into the distance, as the sloshing noise drowned out the concerned customer. It was so odd, so erotic, I blushed red as this beautiful girl, with dazzling assets, openly pee danced across from my desk, so candidly and publicly, you’d think it was intentional. And the strange sloshing noise seemed to be some sort of soundtrack to her sensual pee dance routine. Perhaps it was her water bottle, the one I haven’t yet seen? She was in incredible shape, maybe stays hydrated. And maybe she has a nervous habit of shaking it around like a rag doll. Yeah, that’s it..... but If that were true, why was I so flustered? She inched forward, edging her way out of the room with a handful of mail. She doubled back however, dropping a few files in her haste. In doing so she turned to face me. She had no water bottle, no camel pack, no gallon jug of liquid she was carrying awkwardly in her hand. Nothing. Yet the sloshing continued. She leaned over, attempting to pick up the fallen files and conveniently exposed an eyeful of cleavage. Plump, generous cleavage that filled her shirt and stretched the seams, the kind of cleavage that made it hard to keep eye contact. Then we made eye contact. I blushed and smiled shyly. She’d caught me looking at her. Shit, so much for being discrete. She simply smiled though, fixed her bra, and shook her head at me, mouthing the words, ‘you’re bad.’ I couldn’t help but give her a playful laugh, and mouthed, ‘I know.’ As if it were an invitation, she gathered her files, and sauntered over to my desk, the click of her heels mixed with the erotic slosh of what could only be the sound of a full bladder at this point. What else could it be!? I blushed, fighting to retain my composure. Thankfully, the cubicle was empty today. Just myself and this goddess in front of me. She got to my desk and instantly crossed her legs. “Whatcha doin?” She teased, leaning over the wall of the cubicle as her breasts leaned with her. “Taking selfies for my lifestyle blog, want to be my special guest?” “You know I love selfies.” She smiled, slapping my shoulder. I pulled up my phone, and she bent down to pose with me, hissing through her teeth. The perfect time to take the picture. “Hey, I wasn’t ready!” She laughed, crossing her legs tightly as the slosh of her bladder echoed in the air. “What? I thought that was my cue!” “Nooooo!” She laughed, crossing and uncrossing her legs. “I just have to pee.... soooo bad!” She sighed, stepping in place. The sloshing continued. “I can tell!” I said, for some stupid reason. “Is it really that obvious?” She asked, a silly smile crossing her face as she bounced up and down. “It’s super obvious actually. You look like you’re about to pee your pants!” “I really am,” she giggled back, “I’ve been holding it since before work started!” “Now why would you do that?” I asked. “I don’t know. Guess I just never got around to it.” She winked, crossing her legs. She bounced, and I heard the slosh once more. My heart stopped. Why did she wink at me? That certainly wasn’t wink worthy in any other conversation, why me? Why NOW? And WHY is her bladder so full I can hear it!? “Well, are you planning on going anytime soon?” I asked. “Hmmmm.... eventually.” She mused, still pee dancing in front of me. “I was kind of falling asleep over there, so ironically enough, It’s helping me stretch my legs-” My raging erection would be impossible to hide in a minute. “- and I’m not sure if you’ve tried to go to sleep, but you had to pee really bad? It doesn’t work. You’re up all night!-” She wringing the edges of her pencil skirt with one hand. I was probably drooling at this point, I don’t quite remember.... “- and dancing in heels is supposed to be a good workout. Any kind of dance!” She giggled, raising her leg up and pressing her thigh into her crotch. “If you start looking any better no ones gonna get any work done around here!” I teased, watching her legs on fascination. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” “I might.” “Am I distracting you?” “Just a little...” “Is it the pee thing?” “It’s a little bit the pee thing.” “What’s so distracting about it?” Still pacing in place. One leg, then the other. Back, and forth, back, and forth..... For me it was common sense. A gorgeous girl desperate to pee is about as exotic as it gets. As her thighs raised rhythmically off the ground, clicking her heels on the floor, her bladder sloshing in my ears, I cracked. I broke. I came clean, it’s the honest thing to do after all. “I’m not sure how to describe it.” “Try me!” She giggled, raising her thigh once more. “Have you never seen a girl desperate to pee before?” “Well.... not really. Not like you. It’s like.... you don’t see girls having to pee really bad ever day, unless you’re a bouncer at a bar. I’m not that lucky.” ”Lucky?” She said curiously. ”Wait now, lemme finish! Even then, you don’t see them dance around, like, urgently. And I guess it’s just that, you’re this gorgeous girl, and you have to pee, and you’re dancing around in front of me, and you won’t go pee. Not because you can’t go pee, but because you won’t go pee. It’s just, exotic I guess.....” I hesitated, but knew I had to continue. “.....And then there’s this sloshing noise that I hear every time you dance around, and that’s really distracting too.” “Ohhhh. That!” She giggled as she curtsied with quivering thighs. “I think you’re just hearing my pee slosh around inside my bladder.” She gestures toward her little bladder bulge. “Yeah, I kinda figured. At least I know I’m not hearing things!” She bent forward with he hands in her crotch, squeezing tightly. “I have to pee so bad you can hear it. Funny right? It happens every now and then. But no one else has ever heard it though. I mean, maybe someone else has, but I’ve had to pee pretty bad plenty of times in my life. And like, I’ve seen a few people glance my way as they walked by me, or from across the room, but you’re the only person I’ve ever talked to that’s actually heard it.” “That’s comforting, oddly enough. So I’m not crazy?” “No, you’re just a pervert.” She teased sticking her tongue out at me. “What!? You wanted to know!” “That’s true, I did.” “No kink shaming in this cubicle!” “I know, I’m teasing. I’m just flattered you think I’m exotic!” “You were exotic before-“ SPURT “What was that?” “What was what?” “That spurting sound?” “Ohhh, you can hear that huh?” She giggled, uncrossing her legs and recrossing them. Tightly. “Ummmm, yes!” “You have good ears.” “What was it??” “You really want to know??” “YES!” I said urgently. I knew what it was. But I wanted her to say it. I needed her to say it. She didn’t though. She just stood there and smiled at me. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, and smiled at me. She squirmed, and writhed, and I watched. She watched me watch her, eyeing he squirming legs, her bladder bulge, and indulging with her full bladder, right in front of me. “You like this huh?” She teased, raising a plump thigh to waist level again. “I love this actually.” “Well guess what?” SPURT SPURT A trickle of pee ran down her inner thigh, stopping as it met her heel. “I’m peeing my pants Alex.” “I can see that.” “Not because I can’t go to the bathroom.....” SPUUUURT This time, a longer spurt, leaving drops of urine on the carpet as it spattered down her leg. “.... But because I won’t.” “This is incredible.” “Do you want to watch Alex?” “I would love to.” “I have to make it look like an accident though-“ spuuuuurt “-is that okay with you?” I nodded yes furiously. It was most definitely okay with me. “Okay. So I’m going to be pee dancing, sloshing away, from cubicle to cubicle. I still have all this mail to hand out. Maybe I’ll make it through, maybe I won’t. Who knows? But everyone in this office will know that I have to pee tremendously bad, so it doesn’t look like a private show.” “I’d like one of those one day.” “One thing at a time horny boy.” She teased, collecting herself. “I recommend you watch the show, most people like you don’t get a show like this. Ever!” She winked. And I watched. I watched her hips saunter away, her bursting bladder echoing in my ears, as she went from cubicle to cubicle, passing out the mail that she should’ve passed out probably 20 minutes ago. She did every move in the book. She wiggled her hips around, stepped from foot to foot, marched in place, and even placed her hands over the torrent of pee that was leaking out of her by the second. SLOSH, SPURT, SLOSH, SPURT Each step she took brought her closer to flooding her cute pencil skirt, and sending pee down her legs, pooling on the floor beneath her. I was bright red, my face burning with lust and envy. This beautiful girl was about to completely and totally piss her pants. And she was going to do it for me too. It sounds so weird, saying it to myself. A beautiful girl pissed her pants for me. She held her pee deliberately, passed up every opportunity to go to the bathroom, and now she was prancing around with a full bladder for my pleasure. Words can’t describe the lust I felt in this moment. It was simply ecstasy. The sloshing of her bladder around the office began to crescendo, like the swells of an ocean rocking and slamming against a boat, seconds from capsizing. She passed my desk, completely frantic, The sound of rushing water filling my ears. triiiiiiicccckllllleeeee She was stepping frantically on the spot, a pee stain on the front and back of her skirt, where she had already leaked as she pranced around the office attempting to finish her job. I could see pee steadily trickling from the crotch of her skirt, running through clenched hands, snaking down her legs, and pooling in a tiny piddle puddle at her feet. “I’m peeing Alex, I can’t hold it anymore. I’m seconds from bursting all over the floor.” “I know.” “Do you want me to do it here?” “You can hold it a little longer.” “Alex, I really can’t. I’m literally peeing right now.” “Okay. Well can I make one last request then?” “As long as it doesn’t involve me moving any further than this cubicle.” “I can work with that.” She smiled. Her face red with effort, thighs quivering, she walked into my cubicle and stood knock kneed next to my chair. “Can I put my hands around your waist?” “I would love for you to put your hands around my waist Alex.” I walked closer to her quivered, desperate body, writhing in place, and calmly placed my hands on her delicious hips. She relaxed for just a moment, her rigid posture easing with my touch. “Is that better?” “Much better.” “Good....” All at once, with her body pressed against mine, I pressed on her bladder.... WHOOOSH Like someone turning on a sink, or more accurately, the rushing water of a shower faucet, pee sprayed from underneath her skirt, running down her legs like a waterfall, and splattering all over my cubicle. The shins of my pant leg were also caught in the flood, pee dripping onto my leg and covering my shoes. I looked her in the eyes, and the pitter patter of pee hitting the ground was a perfect soundtrack to the bliss that crossed her face, the face of a gorgeous woman avidly pissing herself in front of me. Bliss turned to arousal as she bit her lip. I kissed her passionately, moving my hands from her bladder to her ass. I squeezed her closer to me by her ass cheeks, immersing myself in our sensual exchange to the sound of her glorious accident. ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... And then I woke up. A guy can dream can’t he? ? Edited October 25, 2018 by Alex Oxford Grammar and spelling because my keyboard sucks ? (see edit history)
Well, I can try, but I'm sure others might have other ideas. Let's take these options one by one A) Wait it out and be late--I suppose you could wait in line and pee and get to class late and explain the situation to your teacher later. In this scenario, Nicole knows she’ll be late if she waits in line to use the restroom, but she can’t go during class, and she can’t make it to the next break without peeing herself. So she waits it out, and finally gets into a stall about 30 seconds before the next class is supposed to begin, coming within seconds of having an accident. She’s still peeing when the bell for class rings, so she’s late, but at least she didn’t pee herself. Meanwhile, the girls behind here in line weren’t so fortunate and 2 of them peed their pants right as Jennifer got into an open stall. After Nicole finishes her business and washes her hands and gets to her next class, her teacher asks her why she was late. She said “I had to go to the bathroom and there was a line”, and of course the teacher says that’s “not a good enough excuse” because 5 minutes between classes is “enough” time to go to the bathroom and get to class on time. Since that was her second time being late, she has to serve a 30-minute detention after school the next day simply because she had to go to the bathroom and there was a line. She has to get her parents to sign the detention slip, and of course they are not happy with her for being late to class again. B) Ask if you can cut in line (the answer will probably be no)--This will not work because everyone is desperate to pee and all have to get to their next classes on time. C) Pee in the sink (or trash can)--If you pee in the sink, maintenance would probably have to come by and shut down the restroom for the rest of the day. If you pee in the trash can, others will get the same idea, and it will stink all day. D) Pull your pants and piss on the floor--Honestly, if more girls did this right then and there, it might send a message that 5 minutes between classes is not enough time to make it to a restroom, wait in line, pee, and get to class on time. E) Head to class without peeing, and pee your pants sometime during that next class--If you are wearing diapers or tampons or something else, it might not be as noticeable, but if you are like most people, you probably don't. If you have a chance of clothes with you, you could pee your pants and then ask to change your clothes, but most students probably don't have a spare set at school with them. So in all likelihood, you would wet your pants, and then get laughed at the rest of the day. F) Other--I suppose one option if your class is not far away, you could quickly ask your teacher before the bell rings if you can use the restroom and there is a line, and it "might" work. However, if you've already used all of your emergency restroom passes, they might very well say "Hurry up, because if you're late, you're late". Another possible option is if you have a water bottle, to pee in that and dump the contents of that when you have a chance. But we'll assume that's not the case. In any case, I should point out that in this case, her bladder is at 99.9% capacity and she can't wait any longer to pee, and it's questionable whether she can wait in that line without peeing herself, even if she did have enough time to wait in line, pee, and get to class on time. I would figure that at minimum, it takes each girl a minute to enter the stall, do their business, and exit (a minute and a half or longer is probably more realistic). Out of that line of 8 or 9, even if 3 stalls suddenly open up within 10 seconds, you'll still have to wait a minute plus for the current group of 5 girls to finish their business, and another minute plus for the next group of 5 girls to finish up their business. That puts you in line to get into the stall with about 30 seconds to go before class starts, and that's if you're lucky, and assuming you haven't already peed your pants. You try to do your business as fast as you can, but because your bladder is at full capacity, you are still peeing when the tardy bell rings, and still peeing for a solid minute after that. Meanwhile, there are 3 girls behind you in line that are still waiting for a stall to open up when the bell rings, and right as the bell rings, one or two of them have a full-blown accident right then and there. It's interesting, because I have heard about desperate lines to the bathroom, but I don't often hear about scenarios like in school or other places where you have a limited amount of time on your break or transition time to use the restroom, and because you have to use the facilities between classes, the possibility for long lines does exist. I would like to see more situations posted like this (real or fictional), because I think this is the ultimate desperation decision. I almost made a situation where there were only three stalls available instead of five, but I wanted to start off with an example where there was at least a "fighting chance" to maybe make it to a restroom and get to class on time. But I want to make this even more interesting. Let's suppose you rule out options B, C, and D (cutting in line, peeing in the sink, trash can, or on the floor), and you can't pee in a water bottle either. So basically, you're either going to have to pee in the toilet, or in your pants. Your bladder is at 99.9% capacity and at most can wait another 5 or 10 minutes, and the line in the restroom is at least 8 girls deep for 5 toilets. Your outfit for the day is a polo shirt and light blue jeans, and maybe a light jacket if it's a cold day. And you don't have diapers or tampons, or something else to block the flow, so if you have an accident, it will be noticeable and it will stink, and you don't have a spare set of clothes to change into. So it basically boils down to this: 1) can't be late 2) can't go during class 3) can't make it through another hour without peeing your pants 4) asking the teacher if you can go to the restroom and get to class a little late won't work because "if you're late, you're late", plus you lose valuable time having that conversation, and the line when you return to the restroom will probably be even longer. So you'll either be late and get in trouble, or pee your pants and get made fun of. Edited October 26, 2018 by DesperateQueue make the situation more interesting (see edit history)
So uh, this is actually something I wrote for myself quite a while ago. Decided to re-write it so it's from a gender neutral perspective so you guys can enjoy it too. Let me know what you think! _____ It was a hot and dusty morning at Teufort. The RED and BLU teams were preparing to continue the endless war they had been fighting for what seemed like forever. It was nearing the end of the week and each mercenary on both teams respectively were exhausted and wanted nothing more than the sweet bliss of ceasefire to begin - it was unusually quirky that they had ceasefire during the weekends, be it mostly to recoup and strategize, reworking their battle plans. In the BLU team’s spawn room, the mercenaries were preparing their plans. As the team’s Scout, you found yourself without a partner to work with. Heavy and Medic were practically inseparable, Soldier and Demo were tasked with offence. Engineer and Pyro planned to hunker down and protect the briefcase, and so forth your team seemed to work perfectly together. “Try to not blow my cover zhis time, Scout.” The Spy jeered at you as he lit his cigarette. Well… almost perfect. “Maybe if you didn’t follow me through the sewers they wouldn’t see through your obvious disguises.” Your voice was sharp with the retaliation, but you attempted to break the awkward exchange by playfully butting his elbow with the end of your bat, only to knock the grip on his cancer stick. He sneered at you and retrieved a second one from his disguise kit. “Ay, now listen here, fellas..” The Engineer cut in, aiding in diffusing the tension building between yourself and the frenchman. “...We ain’t got time fer this, jus’ stick to the plan and it’ll all be fine.” His gloved hand motioned to the blueprints of plans they had been looking over. “Scout… let Spy go first, there ain’t no need for ya to be rushin’ in until we’ve taken out their defences.” You sighed and nodded in agreement to the Texan. Most of the team smirked at the fact you were being told off by one of the nicest guys on the team. You didn’t like being wrong and often would argue your point, but in this instance you had no time to as the Announcer finally spoke through the crackling speakers declaring just a few minutes until it was time to go. The team dispersed and began to prepare themselves. You found yourself glancing towards a few of the members once you were ready - it was always fun to admire from a distance. Admire and fantasize… especially your favourite th-- “MISSION BEGINS IN 30 SECONDS!” Your train of thought was cut short by the announcer. You looked up and everyone was ready, staring at the door, awaiting it’s opening. “3… 2… 1… BEGIN.” _______________ It had been a good couple of hours, the BLU team were winning. You and your comrades had managed to capture some of their intelligence, as well as effectively take out their defences, pushing them right back into their own base. You had just taken out the enemy Sniper with a swift swing of your bat. Ducking around a corner in the sniper’s balcony, you assessed your current state. Fairly good health wise, but having drank way more ‘Bonk!’ cans than usual, the sloshy full feeling in your bladder was beginning to really bother you. Not having a chance to pee often on the battlegrounds meant that desperation was almost always a given at some point, this just wasn’t the best time. “Sh-shit..” you muttered to yourself, bouncing on your feet a little as you grasped at your full bladder. Choosing to retreat back to your own base seemed the best option right now. Audibly groaning with each jump, you opted for the fast route - hastily jumping over the bridge back to your own base’s balcony. You look around and inspiration suddenly comes to you! Instead of heading to the safety of the respawn (and restroom) deep inside the base, you choose to make your way to your Sniper’s little hut, quite close to the wooden balcony you find yourself stood on. Each step did nothing to help the growing desperation between your clenched legs, you slowly made your way across the balcony and around the corner. Pushing the door open to the private little area Sniper had set up, you hoped to god that Sniper would lend you one of his jars to relieve yourself in. After all, it would be more ammunition for him to toss down on the RED team. Stepping into the cramped, dusty room, he was nowhere to be found. “Fuck… I’m sure he won’t mind…” you reaffirm to yourself as you begin rooting around for an empty jar, discarding your weapon by the door. The clinking and banging around between the crates and already filled jars had concealed the faint sound of the enemy spy slipping into the room and decloaking behind you. You were completely vulnerable and the Spy knew full well. Rather than take you out with a swift backstab, he decided it would be more fun to torment you. Just as you began undressing your lower half with a sigh, popping open the lid to the jar; you’re suddenly disturbed by the sound of the Spy audibly clearing his throat. “Ahem.” Turning to look for the source of the noise, you suddenly jump at the sight of a RED suited Spy and feel yourself fall backwards, crashing into the hard crates behind you. The fact you’d been caught off-guard, as well as the sight of the Spy’s Ambassador now pointed right at your face made your bladder finally relent, giving in to the achy fullness you had burdened yourself with for the past hour. It takes a few moments for you to actually realise, your eyes widening as you feel the sudden warmth engulf your tightly fitted pants and begin to pool around on the hardwood floor beneath you. You gasp and groan helplessly, feeling your face heat up and redden in embarrassment. The Spy smirked sinisterly as you both waited for the audible hissing to finally die down. “I was ‘oping to get zhe Sniper, but making zhe Bleu team’s scout piss theirself is just as rewarding…” He laughed down at you, making your cheeks flush darkly. Mouth ajaw momentarily you conjure up an excuse. “I-I was needing to go anyway you dumb spook. Just fuckin’ kill me already, I’ve already nearly died from embarrassment…” You snarl up at the handsome rogue. He grinned and switched his gun out for his knife, crouching down he leant forwards, placing the tip of his blade mere inches from your neck. “...Non.” He said simply, voice as smooth as silk. “I’d much rather see you flustered and embarrassed first.” Practically frozen on the spot, you half opened your mouth again as you tried to think of a response… something… but your mind drew a blank. The Spy took his free hand and firmly ground his palm into your wet crotch before you could even reply. “Don’t move.” His voice was low and sultry. A soft whimper came from your throat and straight out of your open mouth. You bite your lip, averting your gaze to his shiny boots settled in the dark puddle of urine. In response the Spy grinds his gloved hand against your form again, trying to get a more audible response from you. Powerless, your legs shuddered uncontrollably. It felt incredibly wrong to you, but this enemy spy was the first person in quite a while that had given you any sort of ‘attention’… even if he was grinding you in your own piss-sodden clothes. It was wrong, but sensationally erotic. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip and closed your eyes, trying your hardest to hold back your noises. “Poor little Scout, can’t even keep zheir bladder in check… how humiliating it must be to be cornered, teased and dominated… I can see in your face you clearly are enjoying zhis.” His tone libidinous. After a few moments of you catching the mewls and groans in your throat, the Spy frowned choosing to rock his hand back and forth to try and get an audible response. He wanted you to look at him, to appreciate the dirty, taboo little moment you were having together. Catching the lustful look in his eyes, your carnal instinct takes over; you moaned as loud as you possibly could, giving the Spy exactly what he wanted. The noises coming from the Sniper hut were loud enough to catch the attention of the Engineer. He had his sentry set up just around the corner, and found the unfamiliar noise enough to temporarily leave his toys. He pulled out his shotgun and headed around onto the Sniping deck and walked towards the door of the cordoned off area Sniper had created. He could visibly see shadows under the door, and the occasional soft moan could be heard. The engineer banged open the door, startling both you and the enemy spy. It took him less than a second to pump a round into the back of the spy, sending him straight back to RED respawn. You looked up at your comrade, a mixture of feelings whirred through your mind, you began to sob. You didn’t know what to think. In one hand, you were no longer stuck in a small room with the risk of being dominated and killed by the Spy. On the other, you were fucked off that Engie disrupted the actions of the Spy. Knowing full well that you shouldn’t even begin to mention what you were both getting up to, your trail of thought was cut off by the soft, southern drawl of the engineers voice. “Are ya okay, darlin’?” He asked, his big gloved hands moving to gently lift you up off the ground. It was the first time he’d ever seen the Scout sobbing, and it tugged at his heartstrings seeing a teammate so visibly flustered and upset. You were reminded of the fact you had wet yourself as you were lifted; the now cold, wet fabric shifted against your form. “Y-Yeah… the spook cornered me when I was about to take a piss… and… I accidentally…” you muttered in an embarrassed fashion, trying your hardest to pull your blue t-shirt down to cover the mess. God, you felt so humiliated. “Well… let’s go clean ya up, hm?” He spoke softly as he gently rubbed your back. Just as you both headed to the door, Sniper walked in. “What’s going on here?!” He exclaimed in shock. The makeshift hut was his abode during battle, and the fact two of his team mates were in there uninvited seemed to agitate him. The engineer looked at the teary eyed scout, you looked like you were ready to die, having one of your teammates about to scold you for something you didn’t mean to happen. Engie frowned and gave you a reassuring smile. “Now… listen here Sniper. I can’t tell ya what happened before I came, but a RED spah was in here, about to kill Scout here.” The engineer explained, glaring at the sniper. “Ah took care of it, but there’s no need to get in a huff, mister.” You flushed the deepest red at the fact engineer was defending you, his slow, comforting strokes awakening the pooling feeling in your groins that you were receiving off the Spy not five minutes ago. You picked up the courage to finish off explaining what happened. “Sorry about the mess Snipes, I was bursting for a piss and figured you’d be here to maybe lend me a jar. When I saw you weren’t, I decided to try find one myself, leave it here as more ammo and that…” You paused briefly and looked down at your sopping wet pants, the smell now noticeable. “I was about to go, and the Spy startled me. I uh, well… you can see… and Engie came here and saved my skin.” You finished, giving the engineers shoulder a little squeeze. Just as you were about to apologize for the mess, the announcer declared ceasefire. The three of them visibly relaxed, as they knew any more threats would now have to retreat. Sniper grinned and chuckled. “Ah, piss… well, I’m sorry about that. Don’t worry about the mess.” He responded, before stepping past them to clean up the wet patch on the floor. Propped in the corner was a rather old looking mop. It looked like he’d dealt with spilled urine before, so thankfully for you it wasn’t much of an issue. Engineer nodded at the Sniper and carried you out, you squirmed uncomfortably in his grasp and he understood well that you were no doubt uncomfortable and feeling more than just a little embarrassed. He finally set you down once you were fairly close to the showers, his overalls now damp from having carried you a considerable distance. “Let’s go get cleaned up pardner, and forget it ever happened, alright?” You nod in agreement and both of you head into the communal shower room.
Author's Note: So waaaaaay back in 2015 I did a poll to choose what story I would write. Three out of four of them were completed in some form, but I totally forgot about the last one. That is, until @JTeam_ reminded me. It's been long enough, so here it is. ------------------------------------------------------------- It was the middle of June, and it was certainly a hot one. On a day like this, there was nothing better to do than relax in a nice refreshing pool. And that’s exactly what Kelly Clarke and her friend Jenny Matthews were doing. Kelly surfaced, the water quickly drying from her skin. Jenny popped up shortly after and let out a contented sigh. “I don’t know about you, Kel, but I could stay in here all day.” “Same here,” replied Kelly. “Thanks again for inviting me over.” “Aw, it was nothing,” said Jenny. Kelly floated on her back and gazed up at the clouds. “I can’t believe we have to go back to school tomorrow. It’s summer! We should be free!” “It must be ‘cause of all those snow days we had,” commented Jenny. “We have to make up for them sometime.” “Keeping us this late qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment,” Kelly grumbled. “It’s total bullshit.” “Language,” Jenny chastised. “Aw, c’mon,” laughed Kelly. She playfully dunked Jenny underwater. “Hey!” cried Jenny as she came up. “What was that for?” “You need to learn to lighten up,” said Kelly. Jenny frowned and wrung the water out of her long black hair. “I’ll lighten up,” she said, “once our finals are over.” “Why did you have to remind me of that?” groaned Kelly. “Those aren’t for another two weeks!” “That may be,” said Jenny, “but it’s never too early to start studying! I’m feeling confident about history and biology, but I still need to brush up on algebra and-” No stopping her now, thought Kelly. Once she gets talking about her studies, she can keep going for hours. As she sat back and listened to her friend, Kelly felt a pressure building in her bladder. “-but if I get a C or better,” Jenny continued, “then I should still be able to-” “Hold that thought, Jen,” Kelly interrupted. “I gotta go pee.” She got out of the pool and headed for the door, but Jenny suddenly grabbed her arm. “Wait!” cried Jenny. “My mother will throw a fit if you track water into the house. Dry yourself off first.” Kelly crossed her legs and fidgeted. “I don’t think I can hold it that long.” “Now that you mention it, I have to go too,” Jenny admitted. “And I don’t think I can wait either.” “Wait a minute,” said Kelly. “We’re alone out here, aren’t we? Why don’t we just pee in the bushes?” “What...but...I can’t… I never,” Jenny stammered. “I-I’ve never peed outside before!” “Then there’s no better time to start!” argued Kelly. “Unless you have a better idea?” “No,” admitted Jenny. “All right, let’s just do this.” The two girls made their way over to the row of bushes blocking Jenny’s yard from her neighbors. Jenny squatted down, but kept looking around nervously. Eventually, a weak stream trickled from her swimsuit down onto the dirt. Jenny sighed in relief and turned to see Kelly standing with her bikini bottoms around her ankles. “What are you doing?” asked Jenny, blushing at her friend’s boldness. “Aren’t you going to, you know, squat?” “No way,” Kelly replied. “I’m gonna do it standing up!” “What?” cried Jenny “You can’t do that; you’re not a boy.” “Aw, it’s easy,” scoffed Kelly. “Watch and learn.” Jenny couldn’t help but look as Kelly bent her knees slightly. “First,” said Kelly, “you have to bend your knees and spread your legs a little. Kinda like you’re riding a horse. Next, you gotta lean back just a little.” With her right hand, Kelly made a V-sign and placed it on her crotch. “Now comes the tricky part,” she continued. “You take two fingers and spread your… girly bits.” Kelly gave a sly wink at that that last part as she opened up the folds of her labia. She could feel the pressure in her bladder getting even worse, and knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. “Then…” Kelly paused for dramatic effect and relaxed her bladder, letting the huge amount of liquid inside her take its natural course. “You pee!” she finished as a pale stream flowed from between her legs, forming an arc and soaking the leaves on the bushes. With her stream going strong, Kelly decided to put on a real show. “If you pull up a little,” she explained, “you can get it even higher!” Sure enough, as Kelly maneuvered her fingers, her pee arced over the top of the bushes, splashing the highest leaves. As her bladder emptied, Kelly’s pee stream gradually weakened lost height, eventually spurting out its last drops onto the ground. She pulled her bikini back up, admiring the height she had reached. “So, what do you think?” she asked. Despite herself, Jenny laughed. “That was certainly impressive,” she giggled. “You looked kind of like a boy!” Jenny immediately realized her mistake. Though not much bothered her best friend, being called a boy was a notable exception. Between her tomboyish behavior, short hair and flat chest, Kelly was often teased in that manner. Understandably, she was sick of it. “I-I’m so sorry!” stammered Jenny. “I didn’t mean it!” Instead of looking upset, however, Kelly had a mischievous grin on her face, the same one she got whenever she had an idea. “Say that again,” she said. “You looked kind of like a boy?” Jenny repeated nervously. “Exactly!” shouted Kelly. “And if people didn’t know better, they might actually mistake me for one!” “Oh no,” said Jenny, starting to see where this was going. “Oh yes,” said Kelly. “I’m gonna go to school tomorrow disguised as a boy!” “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kelly,” Jenny cautioned, but her friend wasn’t listening. “Let’s see,” said Kelly, pacing as she thought, “you have a brother, right? I could wear some of his clothes. And my mom will be at a meeting tomorrow morning; she’ll have no idea! It all works out perfectly! I can hang out with new guys, talk trash, and use the boys’ bathroom! What do you say? Will you help me out? Please?” Jenny sighed. Once Kelly had an idea in her head, there was no stopping her. “Fine. Meet me at my house before school starts.” “Thank you!” cried Kelly, hugging her friend tightly. “This is gonna be epic.” The next morning, Kelly showed up bright and early. Jenny brought her up to her room and handed her a t-shirt, a pair of cargo shorts, and a baseball cap “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” asked Jenny as her friend changed clothes. “Absolutely,” Kelly replied. “Now tell me, how do I look?” If they hadn’t been friends since preschool, Jenny honestly could have mistaken Kelly for a boy then. Her clothes were wrinkled and stained, and were loose enough to hide any trace of a feminine figure. The baseball cap hung low over her face, preventing anyone from getting a good look at it. “This might actually work,” Jenny admitted. “Told you it was a good idea!” Kelly cheered. “I didn’t say that,” Jenny cautioned. “You could still get in big-” “The bus is here!” Kelly interrupted, and the two girls broke off their conversation so they wouldn’t be left behind. On the bus, Kelly and Jenny split up so as not to arouse suspicion. Jenny sat down with some of her other friends, while Kelly headed for a noisy group of boys at the back. She had to see if her disguise worked, after all. “No way!” one of the boys was yelling. “She’s not into you!” “Is too!” a second boy protested. “Who are we talkin’ about?” asked Kelly, putting on a slightly deeper voice. “Nicole Taylor,” said the first boy. “Joseph here thinks she likes him.” “Honestly, I pity him,” sneered a third boy. “Nicole’s a total bitch.” “She is not!” Joseph protested. “Shut up, Nathan!” “Ah, I guess it could be worse,” said Nathan. “You could have some total freak crushing on you. Like that Kelly Clarke girl.” Kelly felt a pit form in her stomach. “Who?” she asked, fighting to keep her voice neutral. “Man, you seriously haven’t heard of her?” asked Nathan incredulously. “She’s this weird girl who totally looks like a dude. Acts like one too. It’s no wonder she’s got no friends.” Kelly felt her blood boil. She had been insulted before, but this time she decided she would do something about it. After all, nobody could tell it was really her. She considered punching him, but then she would get in trouble and her secret would be revealed. For now, Kelly laughed along with the boys and made a mental note to get revenge later. Kelly had English class first thing that morning. She sat in the back, far away from her usual place. English was usually one of the few classes Kelly actually liked, but today she couldn’t focus. This hasn’t been as much fun as I thought it would be, she thought as she absent-mindedly doodled on her worksheet. I’ve hung out with guys and talked trash, both of which sucked. The only thing that’s left is- “Young man, please pay attention!” Kelly looked up to see the teacher standing in front of her desk. Other students were starting to stare at her. Not wanting so much attention on her, Kelly gave the first excuse she could think of. “Sorry, ma’am,” she mumbled. “I really have to use the bathroom; I couldn’t focus.” “Then go,” said the teacher, and Kelly gratefully took the opportunity to race out of the room. Her initial plan had been to just hide until the class was over, but as Kelly walked down the hallways she realized she really did have to use the bathroom pretty badly. She had been so busy getting dressed that morning that she had neglected to take her usual morning pee. Kelly made her way to the bathrooms and saw something unusual: a line of boys outside the girls’ room. “What’s going on here?” she asked the boy at the end of the line. He turned to answer and Kelly recognized him as Nathan, the jerk from that morning. “The boys’ bathroom is out of order,” Nathan explained. “Some of us are using the girls’ bathroom, others are going in the bushes behind the school.” He crossed his legs and fidgeted. “Speaking of which, that’s what I’m gonna do. I had a whole can of Red Bull before class.” As Nathan walked out the door, a lightbulb went off in Kelly’s head. The perfect revenge plot had just come to mind. “Wait up!” she called, running after Nathan. Kelly found him outside heading for the bushes. She could see a few boys standing behind them, expressions of relief on their faces. She considered trying to sneak a peek, but decided revenge was more important. Kelly tailed Nathan as he stopped by the farthest bush and unzipped his fly. “Hey,” she said, walking up beside him. Luckily he hadn’t started peeing yet. “What do you want?” snapped Nathan. “Betcha I can pee farther than you!” Kelly taunted. “What the hell?” cried Nathan. “Are you crazy?” “You heard me,” said Kelly. “Are you too big a pussy to accept?” “You’re on!” yelled Nathan, going red in the face. Kelly unzipped her shorts and turned slightly to the side so as not to reveal anything to Nathan. She made a v-sign and spread her privates as she had earlier. “Ready, set, pee!” she announced. Kelly let her bladder relax and a powerful stream flowed out of her. Her pee was reaching a good distance, so she turned to see how Nathan was doing. She grinned when she saw he wasn’t reaching nearly as far as she was. “It’s not over yet!” Nathan yelled, and Kelly saw him aim his penis upwards to get more distance. Kelly could feel that her bladder was nearly empty, but she was determined to win. She gave her hips a powerful thrust and the last few drops of her pee flew several feet. Beside her, Nathan stopped peeing as well. By now, several of the other boys had gathered to see the results of the contest. And from the dark stains on the dirt, the results were clear: Kelly had peed much farther than Nathan. “Haha! I win!” cheered Kelly. “So?” Nathan replied, zipping up his fly. “What’s the big deal?” “‘What’s the big deal?’” Kelly mocked. “This is the big deal!” With that, Kelly turned, dropped her pants and exposed her vagina to the crowd of boys. The initial reaction was stunned silence. Some of the boys looked away, others couldn’t conceal their grins. Then one of them spoke up. “Dude, you lost a peeing contest to a girl?” “Shut up!” yelled a red-faced Nathan, but he was drowned out by a chorus of laughter, with nobody laughing harder than Kelly herself. She was having the time of her life until one of the boys asked, “Hey, who is she anyway?” At that, Kelly ran for it. Jenny had been right; Kelly did get in trouble. She hadn’t dared go back to school that day, so that was a week’s detention. Totally worth it, she thought as she served the first detention. Nobody found out and I got to show up that jerk. It was a lot of fun, but I don’t think I’ll do it again. This memory will last me a lifetime.
Alright everybody, I'm glad you enjoyed that little teaser at the beginning. The next part is finished, so I hope you enjoy it even more! *** 2 It was about fifteen minutes later when Kate finally returned home from work. Angel was waiting for her on the couch, while watching a movie, after having already given up on looking for haunted houses to visit. She was all curled up underneath a warm blanket, while wearing dark blue pajama pants with puppies on them, a blue shirt with long sleeves, and her socks, when the door to the apartment opened up. She was far too interested in hearing more about the place Candice and her girlfriend talked about, to focus on the movie, so she turned her full attention towards the doorway. As Kate entered their dark living room, she quickly removed her black work shoes and leather jacket, revealing her curvy backside through the material of her work pants, as well as her shapely bosom and the red t-shirt that covered it, just before she shut the door behind her. “Oh god, it’s so good to finally be home!” Angel smiled up at her from the couch and casually invited her to join. “I’ve been waiting for you, Kate. It’s nice and warm under this blanket!” Returning her smile, Kate shook her head, causing her blonde ponytail to sway back and forth. “I won’t be joining you, just yet. The bathrooms at the diner were all out of order and that… bitch of a manager, wouldn’t let any of us leave!” A surprised look appeared on Angel’s face, as she realized the implications of what she was being told. “Oh, I see. So, you haven’t been to the bathroom since your shift started?” Kate maintained her composure as she replied, “No, I haven’t. Just wait right here for a moment. I’ll be right back.” “Can’t you please hold it a little longer?” Angel begged. “It’s been lonely around here and I want to hear a little more about that haunted house.” Continuing to smile back at her, Kate put her hands on her hips and pressed her legs together, demonstrating the severity of her situation. “Alright, alright, my little angel, whatever you say…” She headed over to the couch and took a seat, allowing Angel to cover her up with the blanket, but once they were both settled in, she took a moment to show off her dominant side, “Just remember, I’m only doing this because it’s cold as fuck outside and I need to warm up.” Angel wrapped her arms around her lover and put her head on her shoulder. “If you say so, your majesty…” Next to Kate’s curvy body, Angel was quite a bit smaller, with a more petite frame, yet she came with some nice, slightly less pronounced, curves of her own. She was also a little shorter, so she was able to remain completely covered by the blanket, while her lover’s feet stuck out a little bit at the far end of the couch, even with her legs curled up. Once the two of them were comfortable, Kate went ahead and started telling her everything she and Candice had discussed about the haunted house, back at the diner. “Alright, the haunted house… During our break, Candy mentioned some very interesting stuff about it.” She paused for a moment, but Angel kept listening, silently, as she waited to hear more. Kate soon continued on. “It sounds like there won’t be very many people going, so we shouldn’t have to wait in line for too long. Um, that pee lover’s group Candy is in, isn’t all that large, so it works out for us.” “Interesting,” Angel quietly commented. “What else?” Kate let out a soft chuckle, before continuing her explanation. “You sure are persistent, aren’t you? If I piss myself on the couch during this interrogation, you will be the one cleaning it up.” The redhead’s soft reply carried a hint of sarcasm, as it slipped past her lips. “Yep, sure.” “Okay,” Kate went on. “The people who run this place, they are this wealthy couple that owns a mansion, which is a haunted mansion. They’ve got a butler, there are some people dressed up as monsters, and I guess the wife has a creepy doll collection. It’s all on their website.” At the very mention of the last bit of information, Angel winced, since she had a phobia of life-like dolls with glass eyes. “Oh god, why? Why do there have to be creepy dolls?” Kate expressed some mild amusement after hearing her reaction. “Aw, what’s wrong, my little angel? Are you afraid they’re going to attack?” “No,” Angel replied. “I know they’re just dolls, but they’re still… creepy…” With that in mind, she continued to listen, as her beautiful mistress continued giving her more details. “They also have a bunch of haunted rooms and long hallways where the butler will be showing us around. The weirdest part is, there’s only one bathroom in the whole place, and anyone who wishes to do so, can avoid using it until they have finished the grand tour, as part of a competition, of some kind. It sounds like people are instructed to bring their own drinks and whoever makes it the longest, gets a golden ribbon or something.” She paused for a moment, before continuing, to quickly shift positions on the couch, requiring Angel to adjust her position as well. Wow, she must have to pee more than I thought, Angel thought. Usually it seems like she can just hold it forever! When Kate continued her explanation, she added, “They get a golden ribbon and I guess they get to have their name put on the website, showing that they are the champion of the year, or something. I don’t exactly remember…” Angel quickly made a joke at Candice’s expense. “Well, when Candy comes with us, I doubt she will be the champion. As much as she has pissed herself since we’ve known her, she’s pretty much screwed!” At this, Kate laughed. “You’re right about that! But…” She paused for a moment, causing the redhead to tense up. “Would you be willing to participate, my little angel?” Angel swiftly refused. “Nope! I’m not going to do it!” “Oh well, it was worth asking,” Kate said, before she finished her explanation. “Anyway, that’s pretty much it. I’m sure we’ll find out more once we get there.” The next question on the redhead’s mind was how far they would have to travel to get there. “How far away is it? I hope we don’t have to go too far.” Kate was silent for a moment, before she chuckled again, but this time it wasn’t a normal chuckle. This one was a little more wicked than normal, and was usually a sign that she was in the mood for some fun with her little angel. “It’s just a long enough of a drive, that you’ll be running into the same problems as Candy, along the way, my dear.” Oh crap, was Angel’s only thought. She was not entirely certain if that was a threat or not, as a potential punishment for demanding that Kate spill the beans, before letting her get up to pee. What she did know for sure, was that her dominant partner had some fun plans for the evening, before the two of them went to sleep. There was a good chance that they would both be tired in the morning, but she knew it would be worth it. Afterwards, however, they both had a haunted house to look forward to and Angel could hardly wait.
3 After the four days had passed, it was Halloween at last. Angel, Kate, and their friend Candice, were already on their way to the Omorashi house, in Kate’s Ford Focus. The two lovers sat in the front, while their friend sat in the back. Each of them had a thirty-two ounce drink, that they had picked up from a gas station along the way, but so far, they had only taken a few sips here and there, since it turned out that the drive was sixty miles. It’s no wonder Kate said that I might be in trouble after driving this far! Angel realized, when they were only a few miles from their destination. If we hadn’t stopped to use the bathroom at that gas station a while back, Candy and I wouldn’t have ever made it! At their current distance from the haunted house, they were traveling along a lonely stretch of road, between farms and open fields, with only a few trees being visible in the distance. All three of them were very excited about being so close, especially Candice, whose gorgeous brown eyes were fixated on the middle of the dash, where her phone was mounted, with the GPS on display for all of them to see. The light that was emitted from the screen illuminated Candice’s white hoodie, over which several strands of her long, brown hair hung down in the front. The lower half of her body was clothed in jeans and old, worn out hiking boots, which could not be seen in the darkness. Angel and Kate, on the other hand, wore attire that was similar to the other night, with a few differences. Underneath her leather jacket, which was open in the front, Kate wore a blue sweater. She also wore some very tight jeans that clung tightly to her hips and legs, as well as a pair of grey walking shoes and white socks, which completed her outfit. Angel’s lower half was clothed in the same manner, except that her shoes were white. For a top, she wore a light blue t-shirt, which was hidden underneath a dark red hoodie. Candice gripped her drink tightly with both hands, as she expressed her excitement over being so close to the mansion. “I can’t wait until we get there! This competition is going to be so awesome! It’s like… this is a dream come true.” Angel glanced over her shoulder with a smile. “How many people do you think will be doing it with you?” Candice shrugged. “I don’t know. There will probably be a few of them. We’ll just have to see who is brave enough, to hold their piss through the entire thing.” Kate laughed, obviously finding the idea of having a holding contest inside of a haunted house, a little ridiculous. “It seems weird, if you ask me. But, you guys just do what you want to do.” Angel thought back to the other day, when her beloved partner had come home from work, without going to the bathroom the entire time she was gone. She remembered what it had been like, to see her lover’s bladder bulging after they left the living room for some playtime. As she recalled that evening, she thought, I never knew her bladder could stretch out that far… She must have been holding a lot! With the memory fresh in her mind, Angel glanced over at Kate and said, “You know, if you were to participate, you would probably win.” Candice’s eyes opened wide in surprise at hearing that suggestion. “Oh god, please don’t. If you join in Kate, I won’t stand a chance!” Kate shook her head with a smile. “Nah, I don’t think I want to. You don’t have to worry about me stealing your thunder, Candy.” Both of the other girls laughed at her response, but for some reason she couldn’t quite put her finger on, Angel felt like she wanted Kate to participate anyway. There had been something strangely erotic about feeling her lover squirming with need next to her, while they were making love the other day. She had never experienced anything like it before and she desired to see it again, for reasons that she did not yet understand. The redhead jokingly protested, “Aw, come on Kate, you could be the champion!” Kate only smirked in response, but said nothing more, so Angel dropped the conversation. It was then that the voice on the GPS told them to turn right, in a quarter of a mile. Candice pointed up ahead through the windshield, at an intersection that they were quickly approaching. “Hey, that dirt road up there must be where we have to turn.” Angel looked up at the road and then back at the screen. Sure enough, that was it. The voice told them to make the turn, once they got to it, so Kate followed its directions. “Alright!” Candice shouted excitedly. “We’re almost there!” The other two also shared her excitement, though it was for a different reason. While their friend was excited about participating in the holding contest, they were mostly glad that they got to do something different on Halloween. Never before had they been to a fetish-oriented haunted house, such as this. The dirt road led them deep into a wooded area, where they then had to go around several sharp curves. It was after the last one, that the wrought iron gate of the mansion finally came into view. The gate was wide open, granting them access to the brick paver driveway that led all the way up to the house. When Kate made the turn onto the property, the mansion suddenly appeared through the trees and they could only stare at it in awe. The structure that towered over them looked more like a cluster of large houses that were connected to each other, rather than being one single house. It was three stories high and had been constructed using shingle style architecture. Illuminated by the yard lights on either side of the driveway, the outside was clearly visible, despite the fact that it was dark outside. “Amazing!” was all that Angel was able to say, as Kate drove past several vehicles that were parked on either side of the driveway, before locating an open space for her own ride, in between a mini-van and a pickup. After she pulled into the space and parked the vehicle, Kate shut it off and the three of them got out, before walking the rest of the way up to the front of the house. The other guests were near the main entrance, in some kind of courtyard, where the brick driveway wrapped around a large fountain, with the statue of a woman that was nude from the waist down, peeing into the basin below. She was clothed in what appeared to be a fancy dress and was holding the skirt up with her hands. Her posture was such that she stood with her legs apart, while looking down, and there was a very clear expression of relief on her face, as the water flowed out of her urethra, into the pool around her feet. The inside of the basin was lit up with very bright lights that were beneath the surface, all around the base of the statue, which gave it a visible glow that could be seen from afar. As the three friends approached it, Candice expressed her admiration for this amazing work of art. “Holy shit, I would love to have a fountain like that!” With a smirk, Kate commented, “It’s just one of the perks of being a rich pee lover, I guess… Maybe you can have one someday.” Beyond the fountain, on the other side of the courtyard, there was an outdoor bar set up around the outside of a small, stone building, which Angel guessed was a storage shed. Orange lights and plastic skeletons hung down from the roof, all the way around it, giving it a spooky, yet inviting, appearance. Behind the bar, there was a woman dressed as a vampire and a man that was dressed up as a zombie, serving people drinks. “Well, this looks like a hell of a good time,” Kate said with a smile. She glanced down at the large drink in her hand and said, “But, I thought we were supposed to bring our own drinks…” Candice found this hilarious and she laughed. “No, what it said on their website, was that it was recommended for people who wanted to compete, to bring their own drinks. It’s supposed to help them, you know, fill up faster.” Realizing that Kate had forgotten this detail, due to the stress of not having an available bathroom to use at work, Angel made a light-hearted joke at her expense. “How did you forget that detail, Kate? Were you so full of pee the other night, that your brain was submerged?” An overly exaggerated expression of shock appeared on Kate’s face, as she gave her little angel a playful swat on the rear. “Hey, you better watch your tone with me. Otherwise, I might have to get the cuffs back out when we get home…” Suddenly changing the subject, Candice pointed over at the bar, where some people that she recognized were getting drinks from the vampire. “Hey, my friends from the Omorashi group are over there.” Angel looked over at them, but due to being a little less outgoing around strangers than Kate, she didn’t show much enthusiasm. Her mistress, on the other hand, seemed quite eager to meet them. As they walked over, there were only two women and one guy who recognized Candice. She exchanged a friendly greeting with each of them, before taking a moment to introduce her friends to each other. “Guys, these are some friends of mine from back home,” Candice announced. “Their names are Kate and Angel!” One of the two women was a redhead like Angel, but she was quite a bit taller, with more pronounced curves. She wore faded jeans with holes over her knees, tennis shoes, and a black hoodie. With a friendly smile, she introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Jessica. It’s nice to meet you guys!” Angel didn’t say anything, but Kate smiled back. “I’m Kate and it’s nice to meet you too. Looks like this place is going to be fun!” The second one was a short and curvy Hispanic woman, who wore a thick, fur coat above a pair of grey sweatpants and her black walking shoes. She introduced herself as well. “I am Maria. Will you be in the competition?” “No, we’re not really planning on it,” Kate replied. “Just you guys and Candy are doing it, as far as I know.” The guy that was with Candice’s other friends didn’t say much, but he introduced himself as Stephen. He was a tall, athletic looking guy, with blonde hair. His clothing somewhat matched Jessica’s, except that his hoodie was green. He seemed friendly enough, but like Angel, wasn’t all that talkative. Angel decided to introduce herself as well, but just before she was able to do so, the front doors of the mansion suddenly opened up, catching everyone’s attention. The people hanging around the bar stopped gulping down their drinks and eating their snacks for a moment, as they turned towards the steps leading up to the entrance. From within the house, the couple that owned it stepped outside, along with their butler. They were a fairly young couple, likely in their late thirties, while the man that was with them was quite a bit older, possibly in his early sixties. The younger man wore a fancy suit, with a black jacket over top of a white dress shirt, as well as black pants and dress shoes. There was a black bowtie on his shirt, which appeared to be covered with orange speckles of some kind, from where Angel was standing. She wondered if they might have been jack-o-lanterns, but she couldn’t quite tell. The woman that he was with wore a long, black dress, which hung all the way down to her feet. Her hair was snow white and she had two long braids, hanging down on either side of her head, about halfway down her dress. As they came out to the top of the stairs, the mistress of the house held up her hands, as she welcomed their guests. “Hello, everyone! Welcome to the Haunted House of Omorashi! We have a special night planned for all of you, so we do hope that you enjoy yourselves!” Most of the people in the crowded courtyard held up their drinks and let out a loud cheer. Shortly afterwards, everyone began talking excitedly, apparently very eager to get the show on the road. It was finally Halloween and their tour of the mansion was about to begin. Edited October 31, 2018 by Anubis added descriptions of clothing for the characters, as well as the statue (see edit history)
Thanks for the replies everyone! I hope you enjoy this next part. It took me a while to finish it, but I think it turned out great! Let me know what you think of it. * 4 Once the couple had everyone’s attention, they took a brief moment to explain a few things, just to make sure that everyone was on the same page. It was necessary to do this, for everyone’s safety. The Mistress of the house started first, once the crowd had quieted down a little. “First thing is first, the holding competition is entirely voluntary! If you do not wish to participate and would prefer not to walk through anyone else’s… puddles, then you will go through first!” The moment she the word ‘puddles’, a few laughs erupted from some of the guests. A wide grin formed on her face after receiving this reaction, before she continued on. “Also, for those who do wish to participate, but would prefer not to be seen by other guests, aside from your most trusted friends, you have the option of going last! Everyone else, can go through as their group is invited inside!” The husband’s turn to speak came next, as he briefly explained a few other things. He had a deep, booming voice that echoed as he spoke, making it very easy for everyone to hear him. “Since this is a Halloween-themed play party, if any of you become overwhelmed during the tour and want out, please say red, as loud as you can, and we will escort your group back out here! Do not touch anyone that is outside of your group, without their permission, or you will be forcefully removed from the property! Aside from all that, have fun, and be prepared to get scared!” Once again, more cheers erupted from within the crowd, after he finished explaining the rules. Candice and her other friends joined in this time, while Kate and Angel just watched, with amused smiles on their faces. The people who didn’t want to participate in the contest, or risk stepping in any pee puddles, went up the steps to meet with the couple and their butler. Angel still wanted to see her lover participate, so she made no move to leave the bar. Kate appeared to be deep in thought, so she remained right where she was as well. Candice glanced over at her friend Jessica and then back at Kate. “So… Should we split up and I’ll go in with them, or… What are we doing?” Kate quickly snapped out of her trance and a smirk appeared on her face, when she looked back at Candice. “So, tell me again, what happens when someone wins this thing?” Angel felt herself blush as she wondered, Could Kate have had a change of heart? Oh god, I hope she participates in this! As she thought about her beautiful companion pee dancing and showing off that bulging bladder of hers, deep within the halls of the mansion, she began to feel aroused. She absolutely needed to see Kate desperate again, but she didn’t quite feel like pushing it. Candice and her other friends appeared to be wondering the same thing, as smiles crept onto their faces. “Does this mean you will be holding with us, then?” Jessica asked. “It would be fun to have a little extra competition.” Candice explained all over again what would happen for those who won the contest. “If you win the contest, you will be the first champion ever! They’ll give you a golden pin and a gift card to your favorite restaurant. You get to choose which one you want, before they put your name on the champion’s page!” Angel’s mouth dropped open, but she said nothing. Holy crap, how did Kate forget that? There’s no way she will turn this competition down now! As it turned out, Angel was right. Kate locked eyes with Candice and ripped the lid off of her drink. “Fuck it, I’m doing it!” She put the cup to her lips and started chugging it down, which elicited cheers of encouragement from Maria and Jessica. Angel, however, started to blush as her arousal increased. She felt a mixture of disbelief and excitement, while watching Kate gulp down half of her fountain soda, before stopping to say, “Ah!” “Alright, this will be fun!” Maria said excitedly. “Are you guys going last, or are you going to show off your skills?” Kate stuck the lid back on the cup before boldly replying, “I’m going to show off my skills, of course! Where would be the fun in going last?” Candice pulled the lid off of her cup and held it up in the air, before gulping it down as well. “Alright, let’s do this!” While she was chugging the first half of her own drink, Kate and Candice’s other friends turned their attention towards Angel, causing her to blush even more. She knew what they were going to ask, but she wasn’t entirely sure what to say. “So, do you want to participate, or do you want to watch, my little angel?” Kate asked. Angel suddenly felt a little embarrassed, from being so horny, while having all eyes on her. “Um, I… I’ll just watch, I guess.” Kate put an arm around her and pulled her close. “Well then, I’ll make sure I put on a good show for you…” A soft squeak escaped past Angel’s lips when their bodies touched. The look that she saw in Kate’s eyes was enough to drive her wild with desire. She almost wanted to skip the haunted house altogether and go somewhere that the two of them could be alone. “Oh-okay!” Angel stammered. “M-maybe we should get in line?” The six of them all looked over at the front entrance of the house, where a line of about a dozen people had already formed. They noticed that the Master of the house was leading a group of three inside, which was a clear sign that the event had started. As he took them in, the Mistress of the house called out into the crowd, “Anyone else want to avoid the puddles? It’s your last chance!” “Well, we had better get over there then!” Candice said excitedly. “Let’s leave our mark on this place!” Angel and her two friends went over towards the front steps and got in line, while Candice’s other friends followed them. Along the way, the Mistress of the house noticed them heading over. She descended the steps and greeted them with a friendly smile. “Will you ladies be in the holding competition, or are you looking to avoid the wet floor?” Kate didn’t hesitate to reply for both of their groups. “We’re here to compete!” “Excellent!” the white haired lady replied. “So, will you be in one group of six, or two groups of three?” Angel and Kate looked at each other, before Kate replied, “Two groups of three.” The Mistress of the house clapped her hands excitedly and she let out an evil cackle. “Well my darlings, I will be leading you in, since you will be the first to be tormented! I wish you well and look forward to seeing you again soon!” Before she returned to the top of the stairs, she announced to the rest of the crowd that it was time for everyone else to get in line. Behind Jessica and her friends, several small groups quickly joined them, to wait for their turns to go through the haunted house. * It didn’t take very long for Angel, Kate, and Candice to get up to the top of the steps. They had been cracking jokes and talking excitedly with each other, which had helped to pass the time. They waited for another ten minutes or so after that, before the Mistress of the house returned through the front doors, with three guests following her back out. Angel’s heart was pounding, as she approached them with a wicked smile on her face. “Alright, will all three of you be competing?” Kate took Angel’s hand in hers and replied, “My little angel is only here to watch, but the other two of us will compete.” Their guide took a good look at Angel and said, “My, my, aren’t you just adorable? Since you won’t be competing, then you get to hold the key to the restroom!” She reached one hand down into a pocket on the side of her dress and pulled out a large, black key, which hung from a thick string. “You may use this as often as you wish, but your friends may not. See to it that they do not cheat!” Angel took the key in her hand and blushed again, as she slipped it into one of the pockets of her jeans. “Okay!” With that out of the way, the Mistress of the house said, “We are ready for you now, my pretties. Come right this way!” Kate lightly squeezed Angel’s hand and they both looked at each other as they followed her inside, with Candice right on their heels. They stepped over the threshold and then the massive, wooden doors slowly closed behind them. Angel briefly glanced back when she heard them latch, and was met with an excited smile from her brown-haired friend. Once it was obvious that there was no going back, the three of them began to look around at the front entrance. They were in a dimly lit lobby, with orange light cast all around them from the ceiling above. Directly ahead of them, there was a hallway, with a blood-red, carpeted rug leading straight into whatever horrors lay beyond. There was a balcony up above them that overlooked the front doors from the second floor. Two sets of stairs wrapped around the sides of the entryway, leading all the way up to it. “Welcome to my beautiful home!” the Mistress of the house said with an evil laugh. “Come with me, so that I can show you my living room! I would like to see how much is left of the drinks you carry, once we get there!” Kate took another sip of her drink through the straw, as the three of them were led down the hall up ahead. While passing through it, Angel noticed that the lights in the ceiling were red, which only made the floor beneath them look even more spooky. On the walls, she noticed that there were several paintings hanging from them. Each one bore the image of a woman that was clothed in a beautiful dress, however, every single one of the ladies in them seemed anxious. Some of them had their legs crossed, while others only had them pressed together. Holy crap, they all look like they need to pee! Angel realized. They look desperate, like they might piss themselves any minute! The Mistress of the house turned towards them and started walking backwards. “Do you like my art collection? As you can probably tell, each of these lovely ladies’ bladders were quite full. It must have been such a challenge to pose for those paintings, while being in such a desperate state!” The three friends kept looking at the artwork as they were led to the end of the hall, into the living room. Directly ahead, there was a fireplace, with a stack of firewood burning inside, casting the light of the fire all around the room. Above it, there was a cuckoo clock on the wall and off to the side, to the left of the fireplace, there was a long, black, leather couch, with two chairs made of the same material, directly across from it. “Please, have a seat!” the Mistress said. “Make yourselves comfortable, because you won’t be enjoying it for long!” The three of them sat down on the couch, just as their guide let out an evil cackle. They made themselves comfortable and then the white-haired lady put her hands on her hips. “So, how much have you had to drink?” Both Kate and Candice held up their cups. The woman took their drinks from them and felt how much they weighed, before handing them back. “It seems that they are nearly half full,” she said. “That is good. You don’t want to get too carried away, since the more you drink, the sooner you’ll burst!” Angel quite admired the act this woman was putting on. She did an excellent job of staying in character, which made everything feel so real. “Now,” their guide said, as she sat down in one of the chairs. “I would like to tell you a little bit about the house’s history. The house and the art collection were all passed down to me from my beloved grandmother. She quite enjoyed seeing young ladies, like yourselves, in an extreme state of desperation. The art collection belonged to her once, but now, it is mine!” Just as she said that, the cuckoo clock on the wall above the fireplace sprang to life. A snake’s head popped out from between a pair of two, small doors on the front. It let out a hiss, which was followed by the sound of a shrill scream. Candice jumped suddenly, nearly spilling her drink on herself. “Holy crap! I didn’t even know that was up there!” Angel and Kate were surprised by it as well, but neither of them were quite as jumpy as she was. “Aw, did that scare you?” the woman in the chair asked. “This is only the beginning of the horrors that you shall face! Sooner or later, one of them will cause you to spring a leak! I guarantee it…” Angel nervously took a sip of her own drink, which was still mostly full. She wasn’t too terribly worried about drinking too much, since she had the bathroom key, after all. She was very eager to see the rest of the house, but what she wanted to see even more, was Kate’s desperation. She also wondered what it might be like to see her girlfriend wet herself. She doubted that it would happen, since it never had before, but she found herself hoping that it would.
Fear not! It has not been forgotten, I have just been having internet problems the last couple of days. I probably should have signed in on my phone to say this, but I didn't. Thank you for your patience. I do hope that what I have to offer makes the wait worth it. * 5 Candice and Kate each took a sip of their own drinks as well, causing the lady in the chair across from them to smile. “So, shall we continue on?” she asked them. Angel and her friends all nodded and stood up. Their guide got up as well, then turned around, and pointed at another doorway, to the right of the fireplace, back behind the chair she had been sitting in. “Right this way, my guests! There is more to show you!” Interesting, I didn’t notice that doorway before, Angel thought, as she and her friends followed along. I wonder what else there is to see through there. Like the first hallway, this one had the same red lights and rug as the first. It lacked the paintings that the first one had, but it still looked fairly spooky. She and her friends casually sipped on their drinks along the way, until multiple doors came into view on both sides of the corridor. These caught their attention, just as the white-haired lady stopped and turned towards them again. She smiled and folded her arms over the front of her black dress. “Now, I must tell you about one other thing I inherited from my dear, sweet grandmother. I also inherited her doll collection!” Angel took another sip from her drink as she thought, Oh god, not the dolls! “My dolls can be found all throughout the house!” she told them. “Some of them, I have even given to my children! They are absolutely dying to meet you!” Angel and her friends all exchanged excited glances, as they wondered what sort of fun waited inside the rooms, while their guide silently glided over to one of the doors and reached for the handle. The handles on the doors were all dragons made of brass, with long tails and flames shooting out of their mouths. The Mistress of the house pulled the door open and said, “Now, I must introduce you to one of my daughters. Sophia, we have guests!” The four of them entered the room and it looked somewhat like a child’s bedroom, but a little more grotesque. There was a bed in the center of the room, with a dresser next to it that had a night-light lamp, resting on top of it. The thick blanket that covered the mattress was black and covered with golden skulls, with glowing red eyes. The dresser was painted black and the lamp was a tiny clown, standing on the base and holding the strings of several balloons, with lights inside of them. The clown’s mouth was twisted into an evil grin and his gaze was piercing. All of the balloons were red, resulting in a blood-red light being cast all around the room. To the right of the dresser, was the closet, with a shelf unit full of the creepiest dolls Angel had ever seen, just beyond. The door of the closet was slightly ajar and the little girls that sat upon the shelves had evil smiles, wild hair, and dresses that looked exactly like those worn by the women in the paintings. At the center of the room, directly in front of the closet, there was a round table with four wooden chairs all around it. Oh my god, this room is so creepy! Angel thought. Where is Sophia anyway? The Mistress called out again, “Sophia? You have playmates!” Just then, from within the dark closet, they heard some rustling, followed by the sound of some raspy, incoherent, whispers. The door slowly swung all the way open and a young woman, who appeared to be in her twenties, stepped out. She was wearing black tights on her legs, underneath a black skirt that only hung halfway down her thighs. For a top, she wore a low-cut, black shirt with long sleeves and a single skull on the front, which matched those on the bedspread. Her hair was also black and tied into pig tails, her skin was ghostly pale, and she wore black lipstick. When the creepy girl stepped out of the closet, Angel noticed that she had her hands balled into fists and she was hopping from foot to foot. She looked over at the older woman and asked with a raspy voice, “Who are they, Mother?” The Mistress gave Angel and her companions a friendly smile. “Don’t be shy! Go ahead and introduce yourselves!” Kate went first. She smiled and held up the drink that was in her hand. “I’m Kate!” Candice held up her hand and said her name, before taking another sip of her soda. Angel gave Sophia a friendly smile and introduced herself as well. “This is lovely!” Sophia cried, as she quickly shuffled over to the table. “Please, sit down! It’s time to have some tea!” The three girls each took a seat at the table, while Sophia continued to hop from foot to foot. She waited until they were all comfortable, before giving her ‘mother’ a pleading look. “May I please go pee, Mother? I know I’m supposed to hold it like a big girl, but, I’ve had too much tea!” The Mistress gave her a stern look and replied, “You must first entertain your guests and then you may go!” Sophia groaned loudly as the white-haired lady stepped out of the room and shut the door. She continued hopping from foot to foot, as she turned her attention to them. “S-so, it’s time to have some more tea!” She’s good at acting! Angel thought. It really seems like she’s about to piss herself! There will probably be a lot of that around here… Sophia went back into the closet and opened up a mini-fridge that was against the back wall. Angel was seated directly across from the doorway, so she could see the light coming from the inside of the small appliance. She also noticed how the black-haired girl’s butt wiggled around, while she dug around inside. She quickly glanced at Kate and Candice, who she saw were both watching as well. It seems so real, Angel thought. Could she actually be holding her pee? When Sophia stood back up, she had two unopened bottles of water in one hand and two cans of sweetened tea in the other. She quickly headed over to the table and set them down, before pressing one hand against her crotch, through her skirt. “Th-these are for you, if you want them,” she said, while grabbing the last empty chair and taking a seat. “Go ahead and… pick one!” Both Kate and Candice looked down at their drinks and then back at Sophia. The sodas they had purchased at the gas station weren’t quite gone, so Angel knew they would both have to finish them, before they could drink any more. * After spending a good ten minutes alone with Sophia, both Kate and Candice had finished their sodas and popped open the two cans of tea. Angel turned the drinks down, since she wasn’t competing and her thirty-two ounce cup was only a third of the way empty. As for their squirmy hostess, she had both of her legs double crossed and one hand pressed firmly between them. Kate still seemed quite comfortable, even with the amount of liquid she had already consumed, but Candice, on the other hand, was already bouncing one of her legs up and down. Angel was just starting to notice a fairly annoying need to pee as well, although it wasn’t urgent, just yet. It looks like Candy needs to pee quite a bit, Angel thought. But I wonder how long it will be before Kate starts having trouble… Sophia then smiled at each of them, while bouncing around in her seat. “So, would you like to see my… dolls?” Angel hesitated to look over at them, even though Kate and Candice did not. For most of the time she had been in the room, she had pretended not to notice them. Her lover nudged her arm and she forced herself to have another look. The dolls’ eyes stared back at them, almost as if they were alive and watching, waiting for the right moment to strike. They’re just dolls! Angel reminded herself. They can’t actually be staring at us! Sophia slid her chair back and quickly went over to the shelf, where she performed a cute little pee dance, before introducing the collection to her playmates, with a wave of her hand. “These dolls have spirits inside of them… They… they are the spirits of the ladies in the paintings! They’re alive…” Suddenly, one of the dolls said, “Hi, you’re my best friend!” The doll in question turned its head to the right and then to the left, before its lips began to move, as if it was speaking, and a voice from within its mouth said, “Let’s be friends forever!” Angel recoiled in response. “Holy shit! Did it just talk to us?” Kate laughed. “It’s obviously pre-recorded crap! It has to be some kind of a robot, so there’s no way for it to-” “Do you doubt me?” the doll asked, interrupting her mid-sentence. “Why would I lie?” “Oh shit!” Candice cried. “That thing, is…” Suddenly, the door to the bedroom burst open and smacked against the wall with a loud crash. “Oh fuck!” Candice cried as she, Angel, and Kate all turned their attention towards the doorway, where they all saw the white-haired woman from earlier, standing in the hall. At the very same moment they saw the Mistress in the hallway, a soft, yet audible hiss could be heard, coming from Candice. “How are the guests doing, Sophia?” the woman asked. Before Sophia had a chance to answer, Candice yelped loudly and quickly put a hand against her crotch, just as her pee started to dribble onto the floor. The Mistress entered the room and a wide grin appeared on her face. “Ooh! Did someone just spring a leak?” Everyone then turned their attention towards Candice and she blushed. “I, um… It wasn’t much, it was just…” Sophia groaned and put both hands against her own crotch when the brunette got up out of her chair. Even in the dim light, it was clear that the crotch of her jeans, as well as the material over her inner thighs, had become soaked with pee. The Mistress clapped her hands once and giggled. “Aren’t you a naughty girl? Now you’re all wet… Mm!” Kate laughed in response. “Well, I guess I am going to be stealing your thunder, after all!” At first, Candice took in a deep breath to calm her nerves, before giving her friend an exaggerated scowl. “Hey, don’t laugh at me!” The Mistress let out another evil cackle. “Come now, girls! I have more to show you!” Angel got up from her chair, feeling eager to get on with the tour and escape from the gaze of the creepy dolls. Their guide led the way out of the room and Kate followed her out, with her head held high. Candice let out an irritated sigh and went with them. Holy crap, that was wild! Angel thought, as she made her way to the door. They must have planned this out, expecting to scare the piss out of someone! When she was almost to the doorway, the redhead suddenly heard Sophia groan loudly. She stopped and looked back, just as she heard another hiss and the sound of more liquid drizzling onto the floor. The girl with the pigtails put both hands over her face and stood there, with her legs pressed together, while a puddle of pee formed around her. Small rivulets flowed out the sides of her tights, before trickling down to the floor. So, it wasn’t an act after all, Angel realized. When the flow of pee finally stopped, Sophia sighed with relief and then waved good-bye to her curious guest with a smile. In her raspy voice, she said, “See you again, soon!” With a soft chuckle, Angel turned back around and left the room. She grabbed the dragon handle and closed the door, leaving Sophia and the dolls behind her. She finally had a complete understanding of how Omorashi fit into the whole thing and she just couldn’t wait to see the rest of the place.
I apologize for the delay, everyone. I've been very busy lately with work and the chapter ended up being much longer than I anticipated. Hopefully you guys enjoy it. *** 6 After Angel shut the door behind her, the Mistress and Kate both glanced at her with grins on their faces, while Candice inspected the back of her wet jeans. She blushed a little, suddenly feeling self-conscious, and wondered if they knew she had stopped to watch Sophia wet herself. “What went on in there?” Kate asked. Angel’s face grew even hotter and she smiled back at them. “Sophia, she… I didn’t know she was going to wet herself!” The Mistress let out a deep chuckle and motioned for Angel to follow. “She has a bad habit of drinking too much tea… Come along, now!” The long hallway seemed to stretch on and on, but it appeared to turn up ahead, all the way at the end, but where it went from there, was impossible to determine. The three girls followed their guide to the very next room, on the same side of the hall, where she pulled open the door, just like before. “This is a guest room!” the Mistress announced. “Unfortunately for us, it is already occupied, so you won’t be staying here tonight!” Both Candice and Angel exchanged nervous glances, indicating that they were both wondering the same thing, Who is she referring to when she says ‘us’? They both followed Kate and the white-haired lady inside, only to find themselves in another spooky bedroom, like before, except this one didn’t actually look like a child’s room. There was a bed against the left wall, with the head in the back corner, and it was a queen size. There was a massive dresser next to it and a small nightstand in between them. These items of furniture were painted dark grey and the bedspread was the color of blood. Beneath the covers, there was a skeleton, whose skull rested on the pillow, while facing the center of the room, with its lower jaw hanging open. At the foot of the bed, there was a closet, but the door was completely shut. Well, at least there are no dolls in here, Angel thought as she looked over towards the far right corner, where the shelves filled with dolls had been in the last room. Instead of there being a shelf unit in that area, there was a display case that was filled with jars of various items. It was difficult to tell what was in them, since the dim lights on the ceiling fan reflected off of the glass in the doors, obscuring their view. The Mistress stepped over to the bed, with her guests following close behind, “This is our last guest to stay in this room… As you can see, he overslept, just a tad…” That’s one way of putting it, Angel thought, while Kate and Candice chuckled in response. The woman that was leading them around moved over to the closet and pulled the door open. The doorway was covered by a pair of thick, black curtains, from the inside, which concealed all that was contained within. She then reached her hand in between the curtains, and appeared to grab something, just before a high pitched squeal came out to greet them. “What are you doing in there?!” the Mistress cried, just as she pulled another twenty-something girl out of the closet by her white, shoulder-length hair. This one was dressed in a dark red sweater, black, nylon pants that hugged her shapely bottom, and black high-heeled boots. She winced as she emerged from between the curtains. “I’m looking for Lucy, Mother!” Her mother made an irritated sounding gasp. “Wendy, what did I tell you about letting Lucy out of her cage, while guests were here?” Lucy, hmm? Angel thought. I wonder what kind of a creature Lucy is… Kate suddenly interrupted the discussion, to ask the question everyone else was wondering about. “Okay, who is Lucy?” Both the Mistress and Wendy looked at her, but it was the girl that answered. “Lucy is my pet tarantula! I’ve been looking for her everywhere!” Candice suddenly looked nervous, revealing right away that she was no fan of spiders. “A tarantula? She’s not real… is she?” Kate, however, suddenly looked excited. “That would be cool! We’ll help you find her, don’t worry.” “We will?” Candice asked. The Mistress smiled and let go of Wendy’s hair. “Ah, it looks like we have some volunteers!” Candice suddenly looked terrified. “You do?” Wendy clapped her hands loudly and giggled. “Come with me to my room, so you can start looking there! Lucy could be anywhere in this hallway, by now, so this might take a while!” Candice groaned and Angel had a feeling that there was a secondary reason for doing so, to go along with her fear of spiders. Her ass has a decent wet patch on it, but I think she’s got more pee that’s waiting to come out. God, I hope I get to see her piss herself too… This thought reminded her that she herself was also in need of a pee. Though she was far from desperate, she certainly felt glad to have the bathroom key in her possession. Suddenly, she was distracted from her thoughts, when the white-haired girl skipped towards the doorway of the room and then turned to wait for them out in the hallway. Angel and her friends followed her out, but the Mistress stayed in the room, with the sleeping skeleton. Once they were back out in the hall again, Wendy led the way to the dragon-handled door that was on the opposite side of the hall and pulled it open. “Okay! This is my room. I hope you like it!” In some ways, it looked identical to Sophia’s room, except for a few minor differences. The cover over the bed was blood-red, rather than black, and had spiders on it, instead of skulls. On top of the dresser next to the bed, there was a cage for the tarantula, but it was empty, just as they expected it to be. The walls of the room were also covered with posters, which had pictures of spiders on them, of various types. “Hey, I think I like this room!” Kate said with a grin. “What about you, Candy?” She nudged her friend in the arm, who still looked quite terrified about being given the task of searching for a tarantula. Wendy stepped over to the cage and reached up to it with her hands. She grabbed a hold of nothing, but seemed to be pretending that it was Lucy. She turned and walked over towards the bed, acting as if she was retracing her steps. “Okay, I sat down here!” Wendy said, as she plopped onto the bed, suddenly looking very worried. “I was petting Lucy and decided to lay down. I fell asleep, I think, because I woke up suddenly and she was gone!” Kate glanced down at the floor under the bed. “Could she have gone under the bed? Hmm… Candy, you take a look!” “No!” Candice cried, causing Angel to laugh at her reaction. “It’s probably a plastic spider, Candy,” Angel said. “I will take a look, just to see if it is there.” Wendy flashed the redhead a grin. “Oh, thank you for looking! She could be down there, but the gaps under the doors are high enough she could have crawled out! I really hope she is down there!” Even though Angel doubted it would be such an easy job to find Lucy, she handed her drink to Kate and got down on the floor, so she could look underneath the bed. What she saw, however, nearly scared the piss out of her gradually expanding bladder. Another doll was sitting on the carpet, smiling and staring back at her, with its creepy, glassy eyes. Her face went pale and she glanced up at Kate from the floor. “Uh, n-no spiders down here! It’s just another creepy doll!” She jumped up and noticed a smile creep onto her lover’s face, when she said, “S-so, I guess we should look s-somewhere else.” Kate chuckled when she saw how shaken up Angel was. “Sure, let’s do that.” She put her arm around the redhead and led the way out of the room, with Candice and Wendy on their heels. When the four of them returned to the hallway, the white-haired girl suddenly looked worried again. “I really do hope we find Lucy soon! She isn’t safe out here, with so many guests coming in! She could get stepped on…” Angel started to feel a little less creeped out, with Kate’s arm around her, so she once again felt enthusiastic about helping with the search. Candice pressed her legs together and bit her lip, indicating that she had more pressing concerns on her mind. It was obvious that she wouldn’t be much help. “Well, I’m thinking we should split up,” Kate said. “It might speed things up a bit.” A fearful expression appeared on Candice’s face when she heard the suggestion. “Um, no! I’m not going to look for this spider on my own!” Since she was feeling a little more at ease, after escaping from the watchful gaze of the doll under the bed, Angel gave her a smile. “Well, how about I come with you? If we find Lucy, you can get Kate to come and pick her up.” Kate clearly liked the suggestion, since she smiled as well. She released Angel and then pointed in the direction of Sophia’s room and the one with the sleeping skeleton in it. “You guys look on that side of the hallway and I’ll look on this side.” Wendy giggled excitedly. “Sounds like you three have a plan! Good luck finding Lucy for me! Whoever finds her first, will get a prize!” That was the last thing she said to them, before returning to her room and slamming the door shut behind her. “Hey!” Candice protested. “It’s her spider! Shouldn’t she be helping?” At this, Kate laughed. “It’s obviously a fake spider! Besides, this is supposed to be a game. They’re trying to make us piss ourselves, remember?” Candice put a hand against the wet crotch of her jeans and moaned. “I know. It’s just that I don’t want to piss myself this early in the tour and… I really hate spiders.” “Well good luck, then,” was all Kate said, before she handed Angel’s drink back to her and opened the door to Wendy’s room. She went inside and closed it, leaving her other two companions alone in the hallway. The brunette bit her lip nervously and then looked around at all of the doors on the other side of the hall. “Which door?” Angel thought about it for a minute, while wondering if it was possible that Wendy wasn’t telling them the whole story. She probably took Lucy into the skeleton’s closet and hid it there, to make us think it’s anywhere but there. She was also curious about what the jars in the display case had in them, so she wanted to explore the room a bit more, regardless. “Well… We could go back into the skeleton’s room. I think Wendy just hid the spider in the closet.” “You think so?” Candice asked. “Wouldn’t that make it too easy?” Angel knew that it was unlikely, but she still wanted to look, just to be safe. “Maybe, but since this is all a game, then it seems like the last place they would want us to check.” Her friend folded her arms and started to anxiously tap one of her feet on the floor. “Okay, whatever. Let’s just hurry, okay? All that pop and tea is going right through me!” The two of them then returned to the guest room, where the Mistress suddenly emerged from the doorway, with a wicked grin on her face. “So, you’ve decided to check the closet, have you? I don’t blame you in the least. Wendy is a naughty girl, so you should doubt everything she says.” She then stepped out and gestured for them to go inside. “Feel free to touch anything in the room, but make sure you don’t break anything. If you do, your backsides will pay for it. Aside from that, good luck finding Lucy!” The two friends went inside and then the Mistress wandered off down the hall, leaving them alone with the skeleton. “Okay, that bitch is weird,” Candice whispered. “She seemed very interested in that skeleton, for some reason.” Angel certainly agreed with that statement, but for her friend’s sake, she was more concerned about finding that sneaky spider, so they could get on with the tour. She looked over at the display case with the jars in it first, but then looked at the closet again. The door was still wide open, with the curtains still hanging in the doorway, concealing all that was within. She pulled out her phone and used the flashlight on it to help her look around in the dark. “I’m going to check out the closet, I guess. Candy, you can check out the jars in that case over there, if you don’t want to look for Lucy.” Candice certainly didn’t protest to that suggestion. “Sounds good to me!” Angel stepped over to the closet and pushed the curtains out of her way. She quickly looked around with her flashlight and saw three boxes of unused Halloween decorations. “Is this all that’s in here?” she asked, without directing her question at anyone in particular. She very much doubted that there would be anything bigger than the average household spider hiding in the boxes, but she felt like looking through it regardless. There was a good chance that Lucy was merely an artificial spider, so it seemed like a good place for Wendy to hide her. Angel knelt down and started to dig through one of the boxes. She found a coiled up string of black lights, plastic skeletons, and a few other odds and ends that might have been used for hanging things up. No tarantulas showed up. Maybe she is in another box? Angel wondered. Hopefully it’s not a real tarantula. If it is, then it wouldn’t be in here… In the room behind her, she could hear the sound of Candice moving around on the carpeted floor, somewhere near the skeleton’s bed. It seemed obvious that she was more focused on trying not to piss herself, than she was on exploring the room. Ignoring her friend, Angel reached for another box and started to look through it. It seems weird that they would just leave these boxes here, only to tell us that we can look through them, Angel thought. Wouldn’t it just- Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she heard Candice quietly say something that sounded like, “What the hell?” She stopped rummaging and listened for a moment, but nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a bloodcurdling scream come from her friend’s mouth. What the fuck?! Angel almost screamed, as she got up and left the closet, with her heart pounding in her chest. The first thing that she saw was Candice standing in the middle of the room, staring wide-eyed at the skeleton, with her hands balled into fists at her sides. What she was staring at, however, was a massive spider that was hanging out of the skeleton’s mouth, just beneath the lower jaw. Its legs were wildly waving about, while Candice stared back at it wide-eyed, in the middle of the room, with her hands balled into tight fists. Along with the soft, mechanical squeal of the creature’s waving legs, Angel also heard the distinct hiss of pee spraying against clothing. “Shit, is that Lucy?” Angel asked. Candice didn’t answer, but instead just continued to wet her jeans, unable to take her eyes off of the spider. The door to Wendy’s room burst open suddenly, across the hall. Both Kate and the white-haired girl returned to the skeleton’s room, to see what the fuss was all about. The spider’s legs stopped moving, just as they entered the room, and Candice blinked twice, before taking in a deep breath. “Holy fuck! I was taking a look at the dead guy and… That thing popped up out of nowhere!” She then looked down as she continued to wet herself. Her pee started pooling inside of her worn out boots, while small rivulets escaped the material of her pants and drizzled onto the carpet. “Lucy!” Wendy cried, just as she rushed over to the spider. She removed it from the skeleton’s mouth and cradled it in her hands, as if it was a real tarantula. “I was so worried!” Kate looked down at Candice’s wet jeans and the wet spot in the carpet, after the stream eventually died down. “Jesus, Candy…” When the brunette at last realized that Lucy was a mechanical spider, she took another deep breath and let it out. “Okay… It was just a… robot… Fuck!” She turned to face her friends and looked down at her soaked jeans. The insides of her legs were soaked all the way down to the floor and her feet squished inside of her boots. She felt her backside with her hands and gasped. “Damn, I just pissed myself over a robot spider!” From behind Kate, they all heard an evil cackle, just as the Mistress reappeared in the doorway. “I see you have found her! Great work!” Kate stepped aside and furrowed her brow as the woman entered the room, but said nothing. Angel gave her a confused look, while Candice scowled at her. “Lucy scared her, Mother!” Wendy cried. “She just loves to do that to people!” Candice pointed an accusatory finger at the Mistress. “Did you put the spider in the dead guy’s bed?” “Goodness, no!” the Mistress replied. “Lucy was merely hiding there, after she escaped from Wendy’s room. I’m just glad she is safe, at last!” Kate did a face palm and started laughing. “Damn, how did we not see that coming?” Candice’s angry expression softened and she put a hand against her chest. “Shit, you people sure got me good! God, I had no idea how good this haunted house was going to be!” “I do hope you brought a change of clothes, my dear,” the Mistress said. Then it was Candice’s turn to laugh, when she pointed at her friends and said, “Oh yeah, I came prepared, but they did not!” Wendy and the Mistress gave Kate looks of surprise at this, but said nothing about it. The white-haired girl simply fled from the room, with Lucy in her hands, while her mother led their three guests over to the display case, to show them what was inside.
7 The Mistress pulled open the doors of the display case, allowing her guests to see the jars a lot more clearly. There were three shelves inside, holding up the storage containers. On the top shelf, one of the jars, which was all the way over to the left side, contained a bunch of realistic looking eyeballs. To the right of it, there was another one that was half full of some kind of mysterious, green goo. To the right of that, there was another one that was filled with yellow liquid. I wonder if it’s a jar full of pee, Angel thought. That would be kind of weird… The Mistress grabbed the jar in question and then held it up so that everyone could look at it. “Would anyone like to guess what is in this one?” Kate chuckled and blurted out, “It looks like piss!” “That is indeed, what it is!” the white-haired lady said with a smile. “Our sleeping guest, over there, brought these collectibles with him.” She set the jar back in its place and then stepped away from the display case. On the middle shelf, there was an unused candle sitting in the middle, with a skeleton’s hand wrapped around the base of it. On either side, there were two small, glass bottles with corks stuck in the top. One was labeled “Serpent’s Venom” and the other said “Serpent’s blood”. Angel looked down at the bottom shelf, which was empty and covered with dust, as she thought, This is some interesting stuff. I can’t wait to see what is in the rest of this mansion… The Mistress then closed the doors of the case and motioned for the three of them to follow her. “Now, if you will come with me, there is more that I must show you!” She led the way out of the room and then shut the door, leaving the sleeping skeleton and the puddle of pee behind them. Candice’s boots squished as she and her friends followed their guide along. They were led past the next room, without being taken inside, but as they did so, the door cracked open, just enough to see that the inside was pitch black. When Angel glanced inside, she saw what looked like a bright, yellow eye, with a black slit for a pupil, peaking out at her. What the hell is that? Whoever or whatever was in there, was about her height, but she could not see its form. She heard a hoarse laugh come out of the room, just before the door went shut again. That was weird, Angel thought. It was some kind of a cat creature, or something. When they approached the very next door after that, it burst open suddenly and a guy in a clown suit emerged from the room. His skin was painted white and he had a goofy smile painted on his face, around his actual mouth. “Hello there!” the clown said with a giggle. “It’s good to see new guests here because I need your help!” The Mistress glanced at him with a sigh and put her hands on her hips. “Has Wendy been playing games on you again? What are we going to do with that girl?” “Yes!” the clown cried. “I have been trying to finish my jigsaw puzzle all week, but the last ten pieces are gone! I just know Wendy hid them, but I don’t even know where to start looking!” Once again, Kate accepted another mission, without consulting her companions about it beforehand. “That should be no problem! We’ll find them for you.” “At least we’re not looking for a spider this time,” Candice grumbled. The clown laughed at her comment, but then lowered his voice down to a whisper. “I think Wendy lets Lucy escape on purpose… but that will be our secret, won’t it?” Before any of them had a chance to respond, he closed the door to his room and then stepped over to the door where Angel had seen the eye looking out at them, from within the darkness. “I think she may have hidden some of them in here, because she knows I am afraid of the dark!” he said. Oh really? Angel thought. Why would someone who is afraid of the dark stay in a place like this? Kate did not hesitate to step over to the door of the dark room. She reached for the handle and pulled it open. The light in the hall illuminated a small, rectangular area of the room’s floor, which was covered with a dark gray carpet. As for the rest of the space, it was totally hidden in shadow, making it nearly impossible to see anything that was inside. “Hmm, this is interesting,” she said, before glancing back at Angel and Candice. “Let’s see what’s in here!” Angel and Candice both exchanged glances, before the redhead followed her beloved girlfriend inside. The brunette, on the other hand, remained out in the hall and said, “I think I’d like to get changed into some dry clothes. I had an accident earlier than I thought I was going to, so… It would be nice to be dry again, for a little while, at least.” Kate turned back towards the doorway and jokingly shouted back, “It’s a good thing you brought a full bag of dry clothes! You will probably need them all!” “Very funny!” was Candice’s reply. Angel held up her phone and suddenly realized that she had forgotten to turn off the flashlight. She used it to look around the dark room, only to discover that this was not actually a room, but a wide hallway, which grew increasingly dark the further on it went. Along the walls on either side, rows of cardboard boxes were lined up against the baseboard, with their sides touching one another. Some were taped shut, but others were wide open. “This is weird,” Kate said as she glanced around. “Why would-” Before she could say anything else, the door behind them slammed shut, separating them from their friend, who was left all alone with the clown and the Mistress of the house. “What the hell?!” Angel cried out as she spun around. “What is that?” Kate turned around as well and they both saw someone dressed in a fur suit, which gave them the appearance of a large, humanoid version of a black panther, with their back pressed against the door and their arms against the wall on either side of it. The eyes on its face glowed bright yellow and its mouth hung open, revealing jaws full of realistic looking teeth. The person in the suit spoke to them in a voice that sounded like a high-pitched growl, “Welcome! This is my hallway and these are my boxes!” “Have you seen Wendy in here today?” Kate asked. “We’ve got to find these puzzle pieces, so the clown can do his thing.” The cat creature took a step toward them and laughed. “Maybe I have and… maybe I have not…” Kate pressed her legs together and winced, but quickly regained her composure. “Hey, give us a break, why don’t ya? The sooner we find these damn things, the sooner we can piss!” “Is that so?” the creature asked. “Then you had better start looking!” Angel let out an amused sigh when she realized that the person in the fur suit wasn’t going to be of any help. Her own need to pee was becoming more of a nuisance than before, but it wasn’t quite urgent just yet. Luckily I have the key, she thought. If it gets too bad, I’ll just have to look for the bathroom, but until then, we will keep searching. She turned back towards the boxes and said, “The cat person is right, Kay. We’ll just have to start looking.” Kate brought out her own phone, so she could do her part. Angel noticed an annoyed expression on the gorgeous blonde’s face, when the screen lit up. She needs to pee already! Angel realized, as she lowered her gaze down to her girlfriend’s shapely bottom, which she noticed was moving side to side. The tea she got from Sophia is really working its magic! When the flashlight on Kate’s phone came on, the hallway brightened up even more, and she took a few steps forward. “Well, we had better hurry then! We don’t have all night!” I don’t know if I want to hurry, Angel thought, as she watched Kate move over to one of the boxes and bend down to look through it. The longer this takes, the more she will squirm! This is going to be so hot… The rustling sounds coming from within the box sounded rushed, like Kate was trying to hurry, and she slowly moved her hips side to side while she searched for the puzzle pieces. This rekindled the redhead’s arousal all over again, after having lost it when the creepy dolls nearly scared the piss out of her. My god, if the person in the fur suit wasn’t in here with us, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of her! Angel thought, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. I wish we were alone in here… Behind her, the individual in the suit spoke, disrupting her thoughts. “She seems like she is growing more desperate. If you want her to make it, then start looking! If not, then…” When they paused, Angel glanced at them and then back at Kate, who stopped searching through the box and looked back at her with a smile, while remaining bent over. “Do you even want me to make it, my little Angel?” Kate asked. The redhead felt her face grow hot and she was glad that the room was too dark for the actor in the suit to notice. “Um, no, I want to see you wet yourself…” With a grin, the blonde stood up straight and turned to face her cute, little submissive. “Is that so? Well, I’ll make you a deal then. If you help me get to the end of this tour without an accident, I will piss myself for you.” A gasp escaped past Angel’s lips, when she realized what she was being offered. She wasn’t sure if it would be inside of the mansion, or on the outside, but knowing that she was going to be able to watch Kate flood her jeans, made the inside of her panties all damp. “R-really?” was all she could say in response to being given this opportunity. Kate then added, “When it happens, you get to decide where and when!” Oh my god, I can’t believe this! Angel thought. I’m not sure where I want her to do it, but I need to see this! The person in the fur suit let out a soft, whistling chuckle, which sounded more like a hiss than laughter. “Do you two need a moment alone? I have many other places where I can be! I can give you your space…” Angel did not respond to their question, but she instead rushed over to another box and started frantically digging through it. “Let’s find these things! I…” The sensation of a hand gently placing itself on her arm stopped her in her tracks and her words trailed off. She looked back and saw that it was Kate’s hand. She looked up into her face and saw nothing but lust in her eyes. “I’m thinking that we do need some time alone,” Kate said quietly. Their unexpected guest hissed with laughter again. “Very well! I recommend covering the door with boxes, so no one else comes in!” That was the last thing the person said before rushing back to the door, pushing it open, and disappearing out into the main hallway, where Candice and the others had been just moments before. The heavy, wooden door slammed shut and Angel turned away from the box she was looking through, feeling very excited and nervous at the same time. “Since when did you become a piss lover, hmm?” Kate asked. Angel swallowed hard when her sexy, blonde companion wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close. “Uh, since the other day when you came back from work. We got into bed and you… you got so desperate, I-I thought you were going to piss yourself, but…” Kate kissed her neck and then spoke softly into her ear. “You were hoping I would, weren’t you?” “Yes, I was!” was Angel’s reply, when she put her hands on Kate’s lower back. “I didn’t know that I would love seeing you so desperate, but it was amazing!” Kate chuckled and whispered, “You have no idea how badly I need to pee right now… I’m better than Candy at hiding it, but I can definitely feel it… I don’t have anything clean to put on right now, so the longer I hold it, the better.” Angel said nothing else, while enjoying the feeling of Kate wriggling and writhing against her. It was just as amazing as the day she came home from work bursting, just before their wild night of fun began. She had felt her lover’s squirming body pressed up against her when they got into bed, while their hands explored each other’s’ skin. She could hardly believe that it was happening again, in the dark hallway of the haunted mansion, and she couldn’t wait to see what was coming. The redhead gasped again when she felt her lover’s hand leave its place on her back and move down to the waistband of her jeans. From there, it moved around to the front, towards the button and the zipper that held them in place. For a moment, she thought it was going to disappear down the front of her jeans, but it did not. Instead, her lover’s fingers played with the zipper a little bit, driving her wild with desire. “Here is what I need you to do, my little Angel,” Kate said. “When the pain becomes unbearable, I need you to find secret places for me to let out a spurt or two, just so I can make it to the end. If you do that, I’ll wet myself for you before we leave, I promise.” Angel’s jaw dropped. “But that’s… That would be cheating!” Kate put her lips up close to Angel’s, but did not kiss her at first. “I know. That’s why we’re not going to let anyone find out…” “Okay,” Angel said, just before they kissed. They both held each other for nearly a minute, before separating again. Kate flashed her a teasing smile and crossed her legs over each other. “So, where did you put your drink that I handed you?” Angel looked down, suddenly realizing that she only had her phone in one hand, but her large cup from the gas station was nowhere in sight. “Uh, I don’t know…” “Did you leave it in the skeleton’s room, by chance?” Angel thought about it for a minute. When I was in the closet, searching for Lucy, I must have set it down before Candy freaked! “Yes, I think so,” Angel replied. “Could you grab it for me?” Kate asked. “If you want any more of it, then drink what you want. I’ll drink the rest and then hide behind a stack of boxes…” “You’re going to pee in it?” Angel asked. Kate nodded and bit her lip. “Just a little bit, so no one becomes suspicious. I want you to keep an eye out, to make sure no one comes in and sees me do it.” Angel suddenly remembered exactly what the Mistress had said to her when she was given the key. It was her job to make sure that neither of her friends cheated during the tour, but her love for Kate was so strong, that she seriously considered doing it. Candy already lost, so it shouldn’t hurt her too much, Angel thought, as she tried to rationalize it in her head. I want to help Kate win, so she will piss her jeans for me! Angel smiled back when their eyes locked on each other. “I’ll help you. I’ll be right back!” Kate returned to searching through the boxes, while Angel went back to the door and pushed it open. She quickly glanced around to see if anyone was out in the main hall, but there was no one. She briefly wondered if the Mistress had taken Candice back outside to the vehicle, before returning to the room with the sleeping skeleton in it.
8 After Angel and Kate disappeared into the pitch-black room, the clown returned to his living space and Candice followed the Mistress back to the living room, with her boots squishing the entire way. God, I don’t know if I remembered to bring any other shoes with me, Candice thought. I don’t really want to wear these same, squishy boots the entire time, but if I have to, I guess I will… As she was thinking that, the Mistress glanced back and said excitedly, “Well, it seems more guests have come inside! They are friends of yours as well, correct?” At first, Candice was unsure of who she was referring to, but when the black couch by the fireplace came into view, she saw her other friends from outside, Jessica, Maria, and Stephen. In the chair directly across from them, the Master of the house was telling them the backstory behind the paintings on the walls, but he paused when he realized that the four of them were no longer alone. “Why, hello there, my dear,” the Master said. “Has this guest created a puddle somewhere, hmm?” When Candice stepped into the light cast out by the fire, the wet areas of her pants were noticeably darker than the rest of the material, even in the dim light. She blushed and laughed when her other friends noticed. Jessica flashed her an amused grin. “Good one! Did something scare you, or did you just lose it?” “I got the piss scared out of me by a giant spider!” she replied. This response gave Stephen and Maria a chuckle, just as the Mistress explained what happened, to her husband. “Lucy escaped from her cage again, my dear. Candice found her in a place where she did not expect to.” The Master of the house replied with a smirk, “Is that so? Wendy is so irresponsible. She’s going to have to be punished…” Not even wanting to know what he meant by that, Candice simply changed the subject. “I’m going outside to get a change of clothes. I… don’t want to go through the tour all wet.” “Well, you wouldn’t have that problem if you would have taken a piss before you went in,” Jessica said with a laugh. “After you followed the Mistress in, a bunch of us went off to the side and… watered the grass.” A look of surprise appeared on Candice’s face, causing Stephen and Maria to laugh as well. “You did? I guess I didn’t think of doing that…” The Mistress then reminded her of what the two of them had set out to do. “Well then, we should get moving now. Your friends are going to need you, so the sooner you get clean and dry, the better!” Candice did not protest; instead she followed her guide back to the front door. When the two of them stepped outside, she noticed that the crowd in the courtyard had actually grown a little, but what caught her attention the most, were the sexy, young ladies squatting off to the side of where they were going to be lined up, while spraying the grass beneath them with their pee. They had their pants around their ankles and their drinks held up in the air, without even caring about the fact that their bare rumps were showing. Damn, there’s no way Kate can win against these people! Candice thought. There was no rule about not peeing outside, but I didn’t even consider doing it in the first place! I don’t know what she is going to do now… Feeling a little discouraged, she pushed aside her own thoughts and hurried past them, back to Kate’s vehicle, to retrieve some clean clothes. *** Angel closed the door behind her, so that she was all alone with the skeleton in the bed. She cautiously stepped over to the closet and took a peek inside, to make sure no one was hiding in it. With the help of her phone’s flashlight, she easily spotted the thirty-two ounce cup sitting on the floor, against the wall. “Wow, I can’t believe I didn’t knock it over when I heard Candy scream,” she mumbled when she went over and grabbed it. “Hmm, it’s still over half full... That’s going to be a lot to drink so that Kate can-” She suddenly lost her train of thought when she spotted something else on the floor, in the same spot where her cup had just been. “What is this?” To her surprise, it turned out that the mysterious object was a puzzle piece. She gasped when she realized that she had found one of the ten pieces they had to find. While it was certainly strange that it had been placed underneath her cup, she didn’t give it much thought. She was just happy to have found it when she stuck it in one of the pockets of her jeans. Feeling excited, she turned and stepped out of the closet, eager to help her beloved Kate complete the challenge, so she could get the happy ending she desired. When she reached for the dragon on the door that led back into the hall, she started giggling, as she imagined watching Kate let small spurts of her pee into the cup. “This is going to be fun!” she cried as she yanked the door open, only to be surprised to find Wendy standing on the other side of the doorway, with her arms folded across her chest. A wicked grin appeared on Wendy’s face and she raised an eyebrow. “Did you forget something?” Angel’s heart started pounding in her chest and she suddenly felt an urgent need to pee, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. “Um, yes, I…” The redhead pressed her legs together and bit her lip, which only seemed to excite the white-haired girl even more. “I just forgot my drink! I left it there after, um… Lucy scared Candy!” “Oh, I see,” was Wendy’s response. “Have you had much luck finding any of the puzzle pieces?” For a moment, Angel forgot about the one she had just picked up, since she was startled by Wendy’s behavior. Her bladder’s decision to suddenly go nuts didn’t help either. Angel just shrugged. “Um, we’re looking, but… Oh fuck!” Wendy then put both of her hands over her mouth and started to giggle. “Oh dear! The girl with the key is about to wet herself!” Angel eventually managed to regain control and stuck her free hand into her pocket, where the key just so happened to be with the puzzle piece that she had found in the closet. “Oh, wait, I-I did find a puzzle piece! It-it was in the closet!” With a shaky hand, she pulled it out and showed it to Wendy, who lowered her hands from her face and gave her a friendly smile. “Well done! Just for that, I am going to help you find the next one! It’s somewhere in the dark hallway full of boxes.” Angel’s anxiety returned and a look of surprise came over her face. “Um, that’s not really necessary. Kay and I have it under control!” “But I insist!” Wendy said excitedly. “You found the very first piece that I hid, so as a reward, I will help you find the next one!” Once she realized that there was no changing her mind, Angel simply accepted the assistance. “Okay, thanks.” She then led the way back to the dark hallway, with Wendy right on her heels, all the while wondering when Kate might get the chance to piss into the cup. She took a large sip when she got to the door, just before grabbing the handle and pulling it open. As the two of them stepped inside, Angel saw Kate facing away from her, while using one hand to support herself against a stack of boxes. The other appeared to be pressed against her crotch, while she was half-squatting with her rear end stuck out behind her. As for her phone, it was lying on a nearby box in such a way that the flashlight shone straight up at the ceiling. “Damn it!” Kate cried as she forced herself to stand up straight. She turned around and put both of her hands against the front of her legs, in a failed attempt to look natural. “Oh, hello, Wendy.” Angel could hear the surprise and annoyance in her voice, since she obviously didn’t expect anyone else to be with them. “Um, Kay, Wendy is going to help us find the next puzzle piece, since I just found the first one.” “Oh,” was all Kate said. “I guess it can’t hurt.” Wendy suddenly started cackling in the same manner as her mother. “You don’t have to act tough just because I am here! If you need your hands on your naughty bits, then that is where they should be!” Kate suddenly looked angry, but then quickly calmed herself as she grabbed her phone again. “So, where is the next puzzle piece then, hmm? We don’t have much time for this!” Wendy put her hands together and started to rub them back and forth against one another. “Well, it is in one of these boxes, but you may have to move some to get to it.” She went past Kate and then the two eager love birds followed her along. The further they went, the more that the flashlights on their phones revealed to them. Soon, they came to an old couch, with a stack of boxes on either side of it. Beyond that, there was another door at the end of the hall with a dragon handle on it. When they reached the couch, Wendy stopped and put her hands on her hips. “Alright, this is the place! One of these boxes has the piece, but to find it, you must move em’ and search em’!” Kate let out an irritated sigh and grabbed the top box from the stack that was to the right of the couch. Angel went to the left, while the white-haired girl giggled and whispered to herself, “Move em’ and search em’…” As Angel set her cup down on the floor next to the stack on her side, which was four boxes high, she wondered if there was some sort of a hidden meaning to those words. I wonder if it’s something perverted… If it is, I don’t know what it means, but since this is a kinky haunted house, it has to be. She grabbed the box that was on top and set it down on the left cushion of the couch. The box turned out to be full of rubber spiders and plastic eyeballs. She started digging through them, hoping that there was another puzzle piece in there, while Kate pee danced next to her. She needs to pee so badly, Angel thought. I hope I can find the next piece soon! Kate then reached for a box and set it down on the opposite side of the couch from Angel’s, but resumed her pee dancing, rather than digging through it. It was obvious that the tea from Sophia and the soda from her cup was rushing through her like a raging river. “Are you having trouble, Kay?” Wendy asked with a giggle. “That tea Sophia likes is some strong stuff, isn’t it?” Kate ignored her as she frantically searched through the box. Angel gave up on combing through hers and grabbed another one, which she then set on the floor. Wendy simply folded her hands together near her crotch and watched them, with a devious grin on her face. It’s so weird how she keeps watching us like that, Angel thought, as she looked through the second box. She is probably just stringing us along, just to slow us down. Beside her, Kate made soft grunts while she frantically searched through her first box, without finding anything useful. She kept putting one hand against her crotch briefly, before pulling it away again, while also shaking her hips the whole time. It’s crazy how desperate she is now, Angel thought, finding it nearly impossible to focus on the task at hand. She might even be more desperate than she was the other day… Shit, it’s so hard to look for these puzzle pieces when I can’t focus on what I’m doing! Kate eventually gave up and moved onto the second box. She tried to grab it and move it, but for some reason, she could not. “Fuck, this one is stuck!” Angel glanced over and watched Kate struggle to move the box. She tried a couple of times to pull it, and then put one hand between her legs, so that she could lean against the stack with the other. Leaving hers behind, Angel went over to help her. “Hang on, let me help you.” Kate stepped back and put both hands between her legs with a grunt, so her redheaded girlfriend could grab it. “Thanks…” Inside, there appeared to only be more rubber spiders and plastic eyeballs, but when Angel tried to pull on it, a hand suddenly burst up from inside, causing the two girls to jump back, and a loud voice bellowed out at them from a hidden speaker in the ceiling, “Go away! You do not belong here!” “Shit!” Kate cried, while Wendy went into a giggling fit behind them. “You are not welcome here!” the voice said. “I want you to leave, or I will take your souls!” Kate briefly pulled her hands away from her crotch and stamped her foot angrily. “Damn it!” For a few seconds, Angel thought that she heard the sound of pee spraying against clothing, but it stopped suddenly, making her wonder if she had even heard it. “Kay, d-did you…” The hand disappeared back into the depths of the cardboard receptacle, causing the spiders and eyeballs inside to rustle. Kate just stared angrily at the box, not even appearing to hear what Angel had just asked. “Well, that was interesting!” Wendy cried. “The puzzle piece is in that box. I just thought I’d let you know!” “Kay?” Angel asked again, finally catching Kate’s attention. “What?” Kate asked. Wendy clapped her hands excitedly, interrupting Angel before she could ask her question again. “Now, all you have to do is dig through it and you will find it! Just… don’t try to move it. He doesn’t like it when people try to take his box.” Kate took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay, it’s… in there.” Her angry expression faded and then she put both hands between her legs again. “Angel, could you please?” Angel stepped towards it and looked back down inside, feeling uncertain about digging through it. After a moment of hesitation, she reached in and started to move the contents around, near the surface. It didn’t take long before she finally found the puzzle piece, wedged in between the legs of one of the rubber spiders. She grabbed it and held it up so that Wendy and Kate could see it. “Well, I guess I found it then.” Wendy giggled again. “That’s good! Now, I’ll just have to get you two out of this hallway and let the kitty know!” Kate gave her a fearful look, but said nothing. She just put both hands between her legs again and led the way, when Wendy motioned with her hands for the two of them to leave. “Come on, get out of here now!” Wendy ordered. “This is the kitty’s hallway, so it’s time to go!” Angel tried to protest, but it did no good. “But…” “Go on, shoo!” Wendy cried. “Let’s go! I helped you find the second piece, so it’s time to go!” Angel and Kate reluctantly did as they were told and returned to the door that led back out to the main hallway, where all of the other doors were. The redhead opened the door and the three of them stepped out. The cat creature was crouched down on the carpet, waiting for them in the hallway. “Did they find it, Wendy?” the person in the fur suit asked. “Did they find the piece?” “Yes, they did,” Wendy replied. “Now you can have your hallway back.” The cat creature jumped up into the air with an excited screech and hurried back inside, before slamming the door shut and locking it. Both Kate and Angel exchanged fearful glances when they heard the click. Wendy put her hands on her hips and grinned. “Well, that was fun, wasn’t it? Good luck finding the rest of them!” She then skipped away, back to her room, while Kate tapped her feet on the carpet below. Wendy pulled her door open and slammed it shut behind her when she went in. Once they were alone, Kate groaned loudly. “Shit, I have to pee so badly right now! I leaked a little when the hand came out of the box, but it didn’t help!” Angel looked down at her hands and realized that she had forgotten to grab her cup again. She closed her fingers over the puzzle piece and put her hand into a fist. She looked into her desperate lover’s eyes and they just stared back at each other, wondering what they were supposed to do next.
9 Kate continued tapping her feet on the floor and groaning while Angel tried to think of a solution. She thought about knocking on the door and asking if she could get her cup back, but she wasn’t sure if that would work. Her girlfriend would have to find another dark place to hide in, if she was going to pee in it, and even then, there was no way of knowing if the person in the suit would even bring it to them. “What am I going to do now?” Kate asked. “Candy and the crazy witch haven’t gotten back yet… I’m about to burst and there is no way I can make it through this entire tour!” Angel suddenly remembered the wet patch in the carpet of the skeleton’s room and she smiled. “Well, what if you peed a little bit in Candy’s wet spot? We could go back to the skeleton’s room and you could do it there!” Kate’s eyes opened wide with surprise and she laughed at the thought. “Okay! The floor is already wet there, so no one will care!” They both looked around, to make sure that no one was watching, and then Angel led the way back to the skeleton’s room again. Along the way, she stuck the puzzle piece into her pocket, so it could be safely stored with the key and the first piece she had found. She pulled the door open and allowed her desperate lover to go in first. Kate went inside and then she followed her in, allowing the door to swing shut behind them. Kate went over to the wet spot on the floor and started to fumble with the button on her jeans, but she groaned and put both of her hands against her crotch again. “Shit, I’m going to need help, my little Angel!” Angel went over and unbuttoned her pants for her. “Okay, but you will have to make it quick! Candy and-” Before she could finish her thought, the Mistress’s voice called out to them, from out in the main hallway. “Angel! Kate! We are back!” Angel and Kate locked eyes with each other again, since they were once again unsure about what they wanted to do. They could hear Candice grumbling about something out in the hallway as well, but it was difficult to tell what. “Damn it, they’re already back,” Kate whined. “I wanted to win this thing, but now I can’t…” Angel reached for her zipper and pulled it down. “Yes, you can! Just a little spurt is all you need to do!” Kate groaned again and pulled down her pants, exposing some lacy, pink panties, which were already a little wet in the crotch area, from when she had leaked earlier. She started to slide them down, but before she could get anywhere, there was a knock on the door. “Shit!” she stopped what she was doing and reached for her jeans. Angel gasped when she heard the hiss of pee and saw the wet spot on her lover’s panties grow a little bigger. “Hey, are you guys in there?” Candice asked, from the other side of the door. Kate started to pull her pants back up, just as their friend yanked the door open. “Oops!” Candice cried, as her face suddenly turned red. “I didn’t mean to interrupt!” The Mistress of the house was behind her, with a grin on her face, staring at Kate while she pulled her pants up the rest of the way. “What, if I may ask, is going on in here, hmm?” Kate’s face turned red as well, when she zipped up her jeans and fumbled with the button again. “Well, I…” Angel smiled back and gave the Mistress the best explanation she could think of. “Oh, she was just showing me a wet spot on her underwear! The hand in the box scared her good!” Candice stepped back, allowing the Mistress to enter the room, who then went over to Kate and asked, “Is that so? Hopefully you found more puzzle pieces, while we were gone.” Kate put both of her hands against her crotch again and resumed tapping her feet. “Oh, yeah! Angel found two!” The Mistress clapped her hands and laughed excitedly. “Excellent! Now, you just have to find the other eight! With Candice here to help you, that should be easy!” When Candice followed her inside, Angel looked down at her friend’s feet, which she noticed were clad in the same boots as earlier, even though she was wearing clean jeans again, so she decided to change the subject. “You didn’t bring any other shoes, did you, Candy?” Candice made an irritated face and shook her head. “Nope… It looks like I’ll have to keep wearing these wet boots for a while. At least I have dry pants, now.” Ignoring the conversation, the Mistress kept her eyes on Kate, who returned her stare. “Someone seems awfully desperate. Will you be able to make it through the tour?” Kate smiled and nodded, but the movements that she was making with the rest of her body contradicted that response. “Oh, yeah! I’m going to win!” “If you say so,” the Mistress said. “Come girls! There are more rooms to search! Once you find the pieces and return them to their owner, we will continue the tour!” For the final time, the Mistress led the way out of the skeleton’s room, and she shut the door after the three girls were out. “Alright, now, if we can let this guest rest in peace for the remainder of the night, we should be good!” She cackled again and led the way past the cat creature’s hallway and the clown’s room. Kate kept hopping from foot to foot along the way, with both hands firmly pressed against her crotch. Angel also found it interesting that Candice’s boots were still squishing as well. This is turning out to be a crazy night, Angel thought. There is no way that Kate is going to win! I wish I could win for her, but I don’t think I can do that. At this point, the redhead’s bladder was starting to cause her a noticeable amount of discomfort, but she didn’t think it was necessary to use the key yet. Regardless, she doubted that she would be able to make it to the end, if she gave up the key, and she really didn’t want to walk around in wet pants, if that turned out to be true. The Mistress glanced back at them as they were led past a few more doors, but did not turn around. “I am going to take you to another room, where Wendy loves to hide things! It’s just around the corner, up ahead.” She led them past several other doors, without opening them up to reveal what was inside. The end of the hallway grew closer and closer, while Kate’s predicament grew increasingly dire. She kept giving Angel looks that indicated that she was on the verge of wetting herself at any time, which made the redhead very horny. When their group at last made it to the end, the hallway turned to the left, and Angel heard the Master’s booming voice behind her, from all the way back where they had started, causing her to glance in that direction when they made the turn. “Now, let me introduce you to Sophia, friends! She always has lots of tea to share!” Hey, those are Candy’s other friends from outside, she realized, when she saw the people that were with him. I wonder if they will catch up to us, or if we are going to stay separated. Things look like they could get even more interesting. As they left the first part of the hallway behind them, Kate groaned loudly. “Oh, fuck… This is getting bad…” Angel pulled one of Kate’s hands away from her crotch, so that she could hold onto it with one of her own. “You can hold it, Kay. I believe in you…” Kate did not resist, but she did protest. “Angel… I need that hand! I’m bursting here!” When the Mistress finally stopped, she grabbed the dragon handle of one of the doors, but she smiled at the two lovers before opening it. “Aw, you two are so adorable! Come, this is the toy room!” She pulled the door open and the three girls went inside. What they all saw next was the most horrific toy room they had ever seen. The carpet was blood-red and every single wall was covered by large shelving units, which were painted black and full of Halloween decorations, random books, and more jars like those that were in the skeleton’s display case. On the floor, there were deeply disturbing abominations which had been put together using an amalgamation of various toy parts. There was a severed head, from one of the Mistress’s dolls, attached to the chassis of a remote-controlled car, which was doing donuts in the middle of the room, all by itself. The other body parts of the doll were scattered all over the floor. There were also skulls with the legs of spiders crawling about, using their mechanical legs to drag themselves across the carpet, and there were mutated, humanoid creatures with the claws of lobsters attached to the ends of their arms, wandering around aimlessly. “Wendy does like to play in here a lot,” the Mistress said. “I figured this would help to narrow down your search, so that you have less rooms to look through.” Kate bit her lip and did a pee dance while she looked around at her new surroundings. “I guess this… helps.” “I will go a little ways down the hall, to another room Wendy likes to play in,” the Mistress said with a chuckle. “If anyone there has seen her recently, they will tell me.” Candice smiled at her and nodded. “Thanks! We’ll take it from here.” The Mistress then pushed the door shut, leaving the three of them alone in the room. Kate groaned again and Candice laughed at her. “Well, well, well… It looks like you’re not going to make it after all!” Kate pretended to look angry for a moment, but then she bit her lip again and started to look very nervous. “I will, but I just… I need to find a place to let a little bit of this pee out, so that I can make it to the end!” Angel let go of her hand, allowing her to put it back between her legs while she looked around for a place to pee. Before she had much of a chance, however, Candice stepped over one of the wandering toys and blocked Kate’s path. “Wait, you’re going to do what? Are you trying to cheat?” Kate started to fumble with the button on her jeans, using one hand, but she couldn’t seem to get it undone. “Sort of… I just need to let out a small spurt here and there. I didn’t bring extra pants, so I kind of need to do this.” Candice laughed. “But if you do that, then you will lose!” Angel stepped over to Kate, so she could help her with the button again. The two of them ignored their friend’s comment, while they got her jeans undone and pulled them down towards her knees. More pee leaked into the sexy blonde girl’s panties, causing some of it to dribble down into her jeans. “Shit!” Kate cried, as she went over to one of the corners, so that she was in between two of the shelving units, yanked her panties down, and squatted over the carpet. “Come on, I just need to let out a little bit… Just a little…” Candice laughed again when she and Angel heard the sound of pee spraying against the carpet and the wall. Kate tried to cut off the flow of pee after a couple of seconds, but she failed, because another powerful spurt that lasted twice as long, sprayed out of her body, onto the floor. Angel blushed and pressed a hand against her own crotch, suddenly wishing she was alone with Kate again. Oh my god… This is so hot! Kate groaned loudly when she cut off the second spurt and then proceeded to stand and pull her panties back up. When she did this, more of her pee escaped and soaked the material of her undies again. “Shit, I can’t stop peeing!” Kate cried, as she quickly covered herself up. “Come on… Come on… No more leaks!” Candice folded her arms over her chest and shook her head with a smile. “The Mistress is going to notice that you’re not as desperate now. It’s going to be very difficult to hide it, you know.” Angel noticed that Kate certainly seemed less desperate, as she buttoned and zipped up her jeans. Luckily, it wasn’t a huge difference, since she was still, obviously, dealing with a great deal of discomfort. “Well, I will tell her that I leaked a little bit into my pants,” was Kate’s reply, as she inspected the noticeable wet patch in the crotch of her jeans. “As long as she doesn’t look around, she shouldn’t be able to find out…” Changing the subject, Candice looked around at the grotesque toy room and said, “Whatever we do, we had better find these puzzle pieces and get out of here, before she notices the fresh pee.” Neither of her two friends expressed disagreement with that idea, so they quickly started to look through the various items on the shelves. There was no telling when the Mistress was going to return, so they knew they had to hurry. As for the abominations moving about on the floor, they simply ignored them, as they went about their business.
Sarah sat on the bus on her way to high school. It the very beginning of her senior year. She was already looking forward to the future, she could practically imagine herself walking the campus of Stanford, her dream college, to learn anthropology. Sarah felt a rumbling in her stomach, she needed to go to the bathroom, some. She hadn’t completed her usual morning emptying of her bowels as she had woken up late. She hastily dressed in a jean skirt with a red spaghetti strap top. She didn’t mean to attract attention, but boys on the bus admired Sarah’s thin, but fit physique as she sat by herself, listening to headphones seemingly in her own world. Today was a big day at school and she was nervous, so she put her stomach rumbling somewhat down to nerves. Today was the ACT test to get into college. Sarah arrived at school and got in line for the ACT. She asked if she could go to the bathroom while being given her testing materials, and they let her go but told her to hurry back. Sarah went to the bathroom and peed, relieving some pressure, but she still felt the need to poop. For whatever reason, she couldn’t get it out. She felt pressure in her stomach but couldn’t relax enough to let go. She had always been small for her age(5’5 now) and she felt her bladder often confused signals with her stomach, so maybe she just needed to pee more than anything. She decided she would just need to risk holding it through the test. She hurried back to the classroom and arrived at her seat just as the teacher was about to begin reading the instructions for the test. Sarah was relieved she had made it to her desk on time. Sarah began the math portion of the test first. Math had always been her worst subject, she hated it. Equations, proportions, ratios, all confused her to no end. She struggled to get through the test and didn’t finish before the time limit was over. She also noticed, at this point, her urge to poop had grown. Next was the grammar part of the exam, Sarah was great at grammar. In school she typically got As in English classes and teachers were impressed by her ability to quickly pick up on sentence structures and vocabulary. The teacher proctoring the exam, Mrs. Wilcox, was one such teacher that had admired Sarah’s work in the past. Sarah eased through the grammar portion. She felt very relaxed, but this ended up compounding her urge to poop. As the science section began, Sarah really felt pressure in her stomach, she had misjudged her need to poop. This one was not in a totally solid formation and was threatening to escape with a fart. Sarah could feel some sweat collecting in the crack of her butt. Sarah felt gas building in her stomach and let out a little silent gas. She could feel the contents of her bowels starting to sort of mush together, she really needed to go to the bathroom soon. 20 minutes into the science section she could hardly concentrate, she was tensing her butt muscles to no end and was farting every 30 seconds at this point. She raised her hand. Mrs. Wilcox came over, “Sarah do you have a question?” “No Mrs. Wilcox, I just really need to go to the bathroom, it’s kind of an emergency, can you let me go” “I’m afraid not Sarah, we are short on proctors for the exam, we will have to cancel your scores if you leave the room before the end of the exam.” “Ok, I understand” Sarah replied in an exasperated tone. She was nervous now, she was considering just getting up and leaving. She gritted down hard on her teeth, summoning all her willpower. This was not conducive to good test taking, she as beginning to rush through the questions, unable to focus on any details. She noticed as well that her legs were beginning to shake uncontrollably, and her stomach now had a permanent pit in it. People were starting to notice her, being distracted from their own exams by her desperation. Sarah let out a few obvious farts that smelled bad as well, she was beginning to feel real strain. Suddenly, Sarah felt a bad cramp hit her lowest muscles. Like a kick in the groin and she momentarily lost control of herself. Some liquid diarrhea had just sprayed the Sarah’s white panties. Sarah instinctively lifted her butt a little bit, before sitting back down, realizing it was obvious she what was happening to her. She sat down and was relieved that there was not any solid poop, just a very small liquid amount that wouldn’t leak past her underwear. Still though, it smelled bad and she needed the test to end lest she be found out. Sarah could already feel a more substantial bit of poop near the edge of the crack of her ass. It was threatening to come out. The teacher walked around and passed out the writing portion. As she handed Sarah her test she gave her a suspicious look. She could probably smell the mess Sarah was sitting in. Sarah started her test, and only a few minutes in, she began to lose her battle. Just as she finished the introductory paragraph of her essay, she could feel an impossible surge of bowel desperation coming on. She sat up(lifting her butt off the chair slightly) to try and ease the pain, but all this did was relax her muscles. Suddenly, the beginning of a large, sold turd was edging out of Sarah’s backside, beginning to push against her already stained panties. Sarah gasped and reached back and felt the poop before(again realizing how obvious she was being) she sat back down. With that, she felt a horrible, but distantly familiar, smushing feeling in her underwear. She was past the point of no return. She felt the poop come out more and spreading in her panties, pushing against her butcheeks. The force of the chair forced some of the soft-serve like poop to fall out of her panties and onto her skirt itself. Sarah went pale and felt her stomach totally drop. How could this be happening to her? She hadn’t had any sort of “potty” accident, let alone defecating on herself in public, in years. She could still remember her mother telling her after her last major incident at a family friend’s house when she was 6 years old, “Big girls do NOT go poop in their undies. You use the bathroom, you are a lady and you go to the bathroom when you need to go”. This was perhaps the first time in Sarah’s life so far where she had genuinely just been asked to hold it to long. Sure she should have planned better and pooped in the morning, but she was practically constipated with nerves before the test. Normally she hadn’t ever been held back from relieving herself within 30 minutes of needing to go, it had now been over three hours since Sarah first noticed her urge to poop. Her petite body was simply not equipped to handle this much stress. Sarah was interrupted by her thoughts(now totally distracted from her test) by the smell. It hit her hard and fast. Other student began to take notice quickly. The boy next to her looked quite disgusted and he tried not to look over at Sarah. One student, sat in the row behind Sarah, raised her hand. She complained of the smell to the teacher. The teacher walked around, trying to find the culprit. It quickly became obvious that someone, a high school senior, had failed to hold their bowels in during the exam. As a high school teacher, she had delt with worse, but hadn’t dealt with this particularly. So somewhat crassly she asked, “did someone poop?” and to her surprise, nobody answered. Sarah was too scared to come forward. Mrs. Wilcox already had a hunch it was her after she asked to go earlier. She walked over to Sarah and leaned over and whispered loud enough for others to hear, “Sarah you told me you had an emergency earlier…were you not able to hold it.” Sarah was shaking, she was already feeling the humiliation. She was not a popular girl and this would not help things. She was afraid she wouldn’t get asked to prom, afraid she was going to now fail college. So she just went into denial, “No, mrs. Wilcox, I just passed gas…” a few people in the class snickered. “HUSH!” Mrs. Wilcox said to the would be comedians. Her denial of the obvious made the situation even more embarrassing already. “Sarah, it doesn’t smell like gas, please stand up and go to the bathroom, I will call an administrator to help you”. She grabbed Sarah by the arm and helped her up. Sarah tried to keep her butt clenched and legs together to keep the poop in one place, but some that was already in her skirt began to fall out, rolling down her thighs, her calves, and onto the floor. “Ewww” “gross” “Awe she must have had to go so bad” the refrain of reactions came from the class. Mrs. Wilcox gasped, clearly surprised at the magnitude of the situation. Everyone would have to leave the exam now because their classmate had an accident on the floor. This was a situation with not protocol in the ACT manual, they actually did have a protocol for the younger kids state tests(K-5) but not for this age, so the tests would need to be redone due to “health hazard”. Sarah made it out of the room, tracking more feces with her as she went. Tears were streaming down her face. The rest of the class quickly followed. She made it to the bathroom and emptied her panties and pooped some more into the toilet. She threw away the soiled panties. When she went outside the rest of her class was in the hall as they could not continue the exam. Sarah had to walk past them, totally humiliated, as Mrs. Wilcox tried to hush the class from teasing her, on her way to the office to get picked up by her mother.
This fic contains a few light references to age regresion/non-sexual age play, so please be aware of that! This takes place, obviously, during the scene in Avengers: Infinity War where Stephen, Tony and Peter are on the ship together. It's literally just unrealistic nonsense fluff of Tony being the most ridiculous and yet best dad ever, and Strange just giving up on trying to understand him. Also, sorry if it reads a little strange, I'm not very good with paragraphs and tend to write everything in one giant block of text... After two hours of flying towards an unfamiliar planet in highly awkward silence - not that Stephen himself minded it, but he knew silence often bothered others - Spiderman's squirming had officially reached the point of 'impossible to ignore'. Stark was utterly absorbed in studying the alien technology of the ship, and didn't seem to notice his young charge's apparent discomfort. This was rather a problem, as Stephen wasn't familiar enough with children to understand what was troubling the boy just from his movements, and certainly didn't feel it was his place to ask - he barely knew him, and most young teenagers would close themselves off around strangers and lie through their teeth about any problems. Stephen watched Peter fidget and wriggle miserably for another half-hour, until finally the boy let out a soft gasp and grabbed himself tight through his suit, and OH, ok, now he recognised those movements..."M-Mr Stark?" The teen squeaked out, instantly drawing the man's attention. The look on Stark's face told Stephen right away that this was not an unfamiliar scenario for them both, as strange (ha!) as it might seem to him."FRIDAY, code yellow" Stark chuckled, shaking his head almost fondly. As soon as he'd spoken the words, the lower half of his suit began to disassemble itself and fold into something else completely, a strange box-like object with a hole in the middle and a back as though it was a chair for sitting on... As the suit did this, Stark walked over to the boy and murmured something to him, deliberately speaking too quietly to be overheard. Whatever he'd said seemed to embarrass his young ward, as the boy blushed bright red and shook his head rapidly, clutching himself even tighter through the metal of his own suit. Stark spoke again, his voice still too soft to be heard, but his tone soothing and sympathetic, and pressed his thumb into a hidden indent in the spiderman suit. In moments, the bottom half of the suit melted away almost as Stark's had, except the metal pieces seemed to disappear instead of forming something else. Peter gasped out a thank you, too desperate to care about being heard, and shamelessly stuffed a hand down his pants to help him hold it better. Stephen politely looked away at this point, focusing instead on Stark, who had picked up the peculiar box his suit had made and was carrying it back over to Peter. It wasn't until he sat it down just behind the boy that Stephen finally worked it out - the box was supposed to be a sort of potty chair for Peter to relieve himself into, though the whole scenario seemed rather undignified for a teenager. Then again, Stephen thought as he watched Stark easily pull Peter's pants and underwear down for him so that he didn't have to let go of himself, perhaps this little one didn't much care about looking undignified or childish - maybe he even liked it, there were certainly people out there who enjoyed being treated a little younger than their physical age, Stephen had read up on it as a type of therapy. As soon as his clothes were out of the way, Peter could finally stop his childish potty dance, and he collapsed straight down onto the potty. The second he was situated was the second that Stark decided to engage Stephen in intricate discussions of battle plans for once they arrived, and Stephen, caught off-guard by the suddenness of the conversation, just went with it. Whenever Stark spoke, it seemed to be much louder than necessary, he was almost shouting for some odd reason... It took Stephen an embarrassingly long time by his standards to catch on to why that was. Stark was attempting to talk over the surprisingly loud sound of water hitting metal to give his ward some semblance of privacy in the open ship, as the child's urine gushed out of him and straight into the suit-turned-potty for quite a bit longer than Stephen expected - just how long had Peter been holding it in? If the quiet gasps of relief were any indication, probably since a good few hours before he'd even gotten into the ship. The doctor part of him yelped that that was NOT healthy, and he was struck with a sudden urge to gently lecture young Peter and ensure he'd never abuse his poor bladder again in this way, but again, that certainly wasn't his place... He'd leave it to Stark, who would no doubt agree with these thoughts even without him voicing them. Once Peter's stream had finally trickled to a halt, and he'd stood up and righted his clothes, Stark ended his previous conversation and wandered back over to the boy. Yet again he kept his voice quiet, but the gentle "good boy" that accompanied a fond tousle of hair was unmistakable. Stark pressed his thumb to the indent of the suit once again to bring it back, and simultaneously nudged a button on the back of the potty chair with his foot. Instantly, the back folded down over the hole and closed it off completely to prevent any spills, then, to Stephen's utter shock, the box rose into the air and flew off towards the spaceship's door. Everyone onboard felt a momentary tug as the door slipped open just enough to allow the suit pieces to exit - presumably to empty its contents into the vacuum of space - then enter again as fast as it had left."Ok FRIDAY, engage suit mode again" Stark said casually, and instantly the pieces of metal - now completely clean with no traces of urine, Stephen noted - reformed themselves around Stark's legs and feet once more, as though they had never left."I know it's embarrassing when there's others around, kiddo, but try and tell me sooner next time, ok? That call was too close for comfort..." Stark whispered to the boy, only just audible to Stephen. Peter nodded wordlessly in agreement, and shyly reached his arms up in a universal gesture that even Stephen could recognise instantly. Stark obliged without hesitation, hugging the small boy as close as the Iron Man suit allowed and just holding him in his arms for a little while, all alien technology forgotten for the time being... Meanwhile, Stephen quietly resolved to never enquire after the nature of Stark's relationship with the boy again. It was far too complicated and confusing...
A messy little story based on a prompt by @Alex Oxford. Denise is an athletically fit Latina of 22, with silky black hair and twinkly brown eyes. She didn't look great when she woke up this morning, though. Her eyes were sleepy, her hair was messy, and her trim tan body was concealed beneath baby blue sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. She didn't feel great, either. There was a sharp pain in the front of her abdomen, and a dull ache in the rear. Her body was telling her she needed to use the toilet. She felt that way most mornings, but the way she dealt with it this morning was different. She groggily crawled out of bed, shuffled to the bathroom, slowly eased her tender bottom onto the cold porcelain seat, and experienced a refreshing evacuation of the bladder. With the pain in her front gone, she dabbed herself dry with a square of toilet paper, flushed her bright yellow leavings, and moved on to the next step of her morning routine. She could've easily banished the dull ache from her abdomen with a refreshing evacuation of the bowels, but she didn't. Her body protested, but she ignored it. Denise ate the same cereal she did every morning, which always enabled a bowel movement (assuming her bowels weren't already prepared when she awoke). Her colon stirred as usual. She could've easily remedied the problem the next time she went into the bathroom, but instead she passed by the toilet and took a shower. The warm water made the discomfort inside her grow, but she passed by the toilet again when she got out of the shower. She anxiously glanced at it a few times as she applied the makeup that subtly accentuated her lovely natural features, a few more times as she used the curling iron that gave her hair those big beautiful bouncy curls, and one more time when she hung up her bathrobe, but she never sat on it. Denise dressed business casual as usual. The color scheme was muted blues, which went well with her tan complexion. The top tastefully downplayed her large bust. The high-waisted skirt, together with the high-heeled shoes, gave the impression she was tall, though she was actually a bit below average height. When she was fully dressed there were three layers wrapped around her waistline, which exacerbated her abdominal discomfort, but she still left her apartment without granting herself the relief she could've easily experienced. Denise walked by the public restrooms without pausing on the way to her desk, where she went about her daily responsibilities without giving much attention to her unusually heavy colon. She had the option of a restroom break at almost any time during the workday, but she worked for hours without taking her leave. When she did finally trade her swivel-chair for a toilet seat, she still didn't relieve herself fully. She lightly sighed from the pleasure of voiding her bladder, but successfully fought the temptation to void her bowels. She wiped her womanhood, flushed the toilet, put her clothes back in order, and returned to her desk as if nothing was wrong. The only outward change was to her skirt, which she loosened a little bit for the sake of her tender belly. She kept her bowels full as she walked by the restrooms to get to the break room. Her lunch today was spicy lentil wraps with tahini sauce and a cup of green tea. Her bowels were even fuller when she walked back to her desk, and she glanced longingly at the ladies' room door, but she still passed it by. The rest of Denise's day was more difficult. The painful churning in her gut grew stronger, and the weight pressing on her bottom grew heavier. She kept her sunny yet dignified exterior, but it took much more effort than usual. One of her coworkers noticed her discomfort, and commented out of concern. "Are you okay?" "Yeah. It's just a little yucky feeling. I'll be fine once I get off work and relax a little." She technically wasn't lying. It was a great relief when 5 o'clock came. She smiled and sang softly to herself as she got her desk in order and left the building. The struggle wasn't over, however. Something about the excitement of the end of the workday or the exertion of the walk through the building gave her a much more urgent feeling. She found herself jogging through the parking lot in fear of an imminent accident. Her hair and breasts bounced furiously and unprofessionally, but she made it inside the car with unsoiled underwear. Denise's muscular buttocks, which had held out so well on the swivel-chair, felt worryingly unreliable on the driver's seat. She could deal with the problem, though. She just did what she'd been doing all afternoon. She held on strong, got as comfortable as she could, and tried to push the pain and urgency out of her conscious mind. Denise drove cautiously and adeptly despite her situation, which actually gave her added incentive to make the ride as smooth as possible. The weight on her bottom was so great that she was afraid any wrong movement or unexpected bump would cause her to ruin the upholstery (to say nothing of her clothes). She could get to her apartment in 10 minutes. She could've easily gone home to her own bathroom, minimizing the risk of an accident and allowing herself complete privacy. Instead she drove past her building. In another 20 minutes she was at her destination, and her bowels were absolutely furious with her. There were aches, stabs, feelings of shifting contents, and sounds of gurgling and churning. Her bowels tried to revolt when she parked the car. She could feel the pressure in her colon building and the muscles at the end going to work. She tried her best to keep her opening sealed shut, then she slowly and deliberately rose from the seat and lowered herself out of the car. When she shut the car door she thought she was losing control. She pressed her bottom into the side of the car and used all her willpower to command the lower opening of her digestive tract to close up tightly. Her face was read. Her eyes were squinting. Drops of sweat and tears were running down her face. Both her fists were clenched tightly, as if they could magically make her rear end do the same. Nothing managed to get out, not even gas. After a moment, the pain, pressure, and urgency waned. She was able to calm her nerves, and even take a moment to fix her face, but she knew this was only a temporary remission. Soon her bowels would fight back with more ferocity than before, and she'd be unable to defend her panties from ruin. Once Denise composed herself she carefully walked to the nearest building and went up to a familiar door. She was looking her best when she gave the door her special knock. Her body was a filthy mess of painful organs, but she was wearing the mask of a sprightly young woman. Gary opened the door and saw his lovely dark-skinned girlfriend showing her pearly-white teeth in an expression that looked spontaneous and girlish but secretly took tremendous effort. After a light pecking of the lips, Denise was inside Gary's living room, and the door was closed behind her. What they said and did now would be completely private. She turned her innocent smile into a naughty grin in spite of herself. "Did you keep your promise?" Gary asked. "It was a silly promise, so I broke it first thing this morning," Denise kidded. The young man's face fell. "You did?" "Of course not! I'm full of shit." Gary laughed, and Denise elaborated. "I kept my rear exit locked up tight," she proudly announced as she indicated her bottom with a light smack. She immediately regretted it, because it brought pain to her overloaded system. "Well, you're the boss now. What should I do next?" Gary stood quietly for a moment, looking a bit bewildered. "Undress, I guess." "Didn't you want me to make a mess in my clothes?" Denise asked. "I want you to make a mess in your undies," Gary clarified. "The rest'll just get in the way." Denise stepped out of her shoes and stiffly removed her work clothes, carefully folding them before setting them aside. Soon she was clothed only in a rather modest white full-coverage brassiere and white brief panties (both with just a little bit of lace trim for fun). "You don't have to take your bra off if you're not comfortable," Gary added. "I wouldn't want to do something indecent while I'm pooping my panties for a man's pleasure," Denise joked. Her breasts remained snugly concealed in her double-d-cup bra. "Now push it all out!" ordered Gary with his eyes fixed on the well-toned rump clothed in thin cotton. Denise tried to loosen up all the muscles in and around her rear opening. This wasn't as easy as she'd expected. She'd kept them tensed up for so long it seemed like they'd forgotten how to relax. After some moments of mental calming and deep breaths, however, they relinquished their hold on her waste. She didn't need to push. Things started happening on their own. The first part that had to come out was the stuff that had reached her rectum while she slept and had been forced back and compacted down ever since. She screamed when it barged through her tender opening. Gary jumped. "Are you okay?" "It feels like a chunk of concrete's coming out!" exclaimed Denise before she bit her lip. Indeed he could see two rather sharp-looking dents in the fabric of her undies. They looked almost like two talons reaching out of his girlfriend's rear end. They then thrust outward and sideways until they looked like a misshapen wood chip you might find on a playground. In a few seconds there was a stumpier chip resting next to it "Bend over so I can see better," Gary said as his mouth practically watered from excitement. Denise squeaked in pain, and drew it out into a moan as she slowly leaned forward, spreading her cheeks and drawing the fabric more tightly around her curves and lumps. The simple act of bending over put enough pressure on Denise's colon to propel the contents outward. The size of her mess quintupled in the same time it'd taken for the first two lumps to break out. Those hard chunks were absorbed into a large lumpy nugget in a spectacle reminiscent of a lava flow. A slimy slithery sound punctuated by tiny pops and crackles could be heard all the while. Denise closed her eyes and sighed from the pleasure of releasing the heavy load she'd hauled around all day. "Good show!" Gary exclaimed. "I knew you could be a dirty girl with a little encouragement." "The show's just started," Denise informed him. The sticky and crackly sounds intensified when she began consciously pushing, and the mess in the seat of her panties developed even more rapidly than before. It not only grew, but its center of gravity shifted. The nugget was now shaped something like a Brazil nut, and was moving further and further up the mountain that was Denise's left cheek. Meanwhile the new part snaking out of her cave filled up the valley and charged around the other mountain, reaching the lacy white border of her underwear. A piece of what looked like chunky peanut butter poked out and threatened to fall down her thigh. When she stopped to catch her breath and adjust her panties the threat was contained. What she pushed out next filled in the middle, fusing everything together into a single messy mass. By now much of her underwear had taken on a brownish hue. The final round of pushing was noisier than it was productive, but did add a few accessories to the creation inside her panties. "Now it's over." "Nice load!" Gary exclaimed with a grin. "That's a lot of cargo to keep packed inside a cute little container." "It wasn't easy." "May I?" Gary asked as he reached his hand in the direction of his girlfriend's posterior. "Go right ahead." He grabbed her bottom, but couldn't feel a bit of cheek in those overloaded undies. He stroked the damp cotton with his fingers, and kneaded the semisolid mass inside. Denise closed her eyes and sighed again, this time from the pleasure of the warm muddy feeling inside her panties. "Thanks for indulging my fetish. You're a wonderful woman." "You're very welcome. I think now it's my fetish, too."
Football was never my forte. I never understood the game, why they throw flags, why it’s okay to tackle each other. Basically the whole concept of football is a blur to me, but when a cute guy at school asked me to go, I decided I was definitely going to this game, no matter how confusing of a night. David had been talking for awhile, and I know he’s interested in me, and this football game was going to be the sign off on us dating. I showed up and parked myself in the stands with a warm mug of coffee and a big blanket for us to share. I sipped slowly on the coffee, until I saw him walk up to the stadium. I waved him over and he had a big smile on his face. “Is that for me?” he said, reaching for the coffee. “It’s what’s keeping me warm right now! I don’t wanna share,” I giggled and put it between my legs. “Here, let me fix that,” he leaned in and sat down next to me. He pulled a portion of the blanket over his shoulder and slid his arms around me. I snuggled up next to him and we watched the game together. He let me ask any questions I had about football and held me the entire time. I finished the coffee, so he went up to concessions and got us water bottles with our school logo on them. I chugged mine before he could even open his. “Thirsty much?” David laughed and sat back down. “I’m always thirsty, I have no idea why!” I hit him with the side of the water bottle flirtatiously. During halftime, one of the clubs walked through the stands, selling hot chocolate as a fundraiser. David waved one of them down and bought me a cup, which I sipped on slowly, but still finished quicker than him. He made fun of me again for drinking so much, but I told him it was completely normal for me to drink so much. “Won’t you have to use the bathroom?” “No… I don’t pee at all throughout the school day. I guess I just trained myself to not think about that,” “I think I’ve got an idea…” David said, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. “Uuh.. what?” I didn’t know what exactly he was thinking, but he got up and grabbed my hand, pulling me down the stands and to concessions. He put a 20 dollar bill down onto the counter and asks for 5 water bottles. I followed him to underneath the stadium stands and he sat down, spreading the bottles in front of him. “Chug.” David said, handing me one of the bottles. “Dude, this is a really weird first date. Do you make all of your girlfriends do this?” “No… but it seems you have a talent, and I wanna see how far you can go,” he shrugged his shoulders and motions me to start my mission “Now go ahead and start!” I cracked open the first bottle and started to chug it. Once I finished that one, I kept going one after one, finishing each bottle until we ran out. “How do you feel?” David scooted next me and put his hand on my abdomen, feeling my bladder. “It kind of aches?” I pressed his hand down “I definitely need to pee now” I giggled and stand up. “Uh.. where are you going?” David took my hand and pulled me back. “To the bathroom?” “No! Stay here for a bit longer?... Please?” “I’m gonna come back? I’m not ditching you?” “I just… I want to… Nevermind. You wouldn’t understand,” ` I raise my eyebrows, more confused than I was watching football “No, what is it?” “You can’t judge me, okay? You have to promise not t judge me, or I’ll feel disgusting and I’ll be too embarrassed to ever talk to you again,” he squeezed my hand a little harder. “Yeah, of course! Just tell me!” I urged him. I sat back down next to him and leaned in really close “I… I enjoy watching girls hold their bladders… and then pee everything out… So I thought it would be cool to see what you could do, but your bladder is huge, and I just wanna watch you handle all the liquid you just drank,” David didn’t even look at me while he told me this, but it was way more interesting than the game on the other side of the stands. “So you want to watch me hold my pee?” I said, pulling his chin up to look at me “That’s okay, David. I’m not gonna judge you! If it makes you feel any better, I have a thing for calves… Like really muscular calves are really attractive to me.” “So you don’t think it’s weird?” he looked up and smiled. “No, not at all! People have their own things they find attractive, and you like girls with big bladders.” We moved closer to each other, and I could tell we were both more relaxed. About half an hour went by, and all the water that I drank hit me. I started squiming and grabbing my bladder. He noticed I was beginning to struggle and he smiled. “Your bladder isn’t so tough anymore?” he put his hand back down and presses on my bladder. I winced and let a soft moan out. “Oh come on, girly. How badly do you have to pee?” “10/10 David… My bladder feels like I’m gonna burst open,” “Okay.. let’s play a game-” “After I pee?” “No babe, before you pee…” David placed his hand behind my neck and kissed me. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, putting my hand against my bladder. “Nuh uh…” he grabbed my hand “No touching” I bit my lip and kissed him together, trying to distract myself more than before. The more I kissed him, the more the water seemed to push on my bladder. I whimpered and wiggled, David grabbed onto my hips and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his legs and pressed my hands against the cold pavement beneath him. I look around and no one is coming near where we are, and I get the idea the go a little harder on him. I started grinding against he crotch, which not only got him hard but subsided my bladder for a few moments. His breathing started getting heavier and his grip on my hips got harder. I slid down his body and get between his legs. I rubbed his hard cock through his sweatpants and he started moaning. I raised my hips up into the air to ease some of the pressure from my bladder. I tugged down his bottoms and exposed his cock. I licked up between his balls to the tip of his cock and he convulsed. “You okay?” I giggled out, stroking his cock. “Huh?... Yeah, I’m fine…” he looked down at me and smiled “This isn’t like my usual first dates…” I sucked on his cock, rubbing the inside of his thighs. His moans and thrusts into my throat drove me crazy, and the hornier I got, the more pressure was pushed into my bladder. Soon, I could feel urine, leaking slowly down my thigh. I quickly grasped myself and sat up. “David… I’m going to pee myself…” “Okay, we can stop! Go to the bathroom.” I stood up and felt a little more leak. I grasped myself a little harder and started running in place “Nuh uh David… I’m not gonna make it. I have to go here…” I push my thighs together and start moaning. “Are you comfortable enough to go in front of me?” “Yeah yeah yeah… is that okay?” “Be my guest, girly” I sighed with relief and quickly unfastened my jeans, pulling them to below my knees. I turned around and faced away from him, as to be sure I didn’t make any embarrassing faces. I squatted down and began releasing my huge flood of pee. Right as I started feeling relieved, I heard a deep unfamiliar voice. “Hey! What are you two doing down here!?” I quickly cut off the flow and pulled my pants up, looking around. One of the security guards they keep at the football games was approaching us. David leapt up and got in front of me “Sorry sir! My girlfriend just wasn’t feeling well around all those people, so we came down here to calm her down.” The pressure in my bladder built up again, so I squeezed my thighs together and tried to compose myself. “Oh… Okay… Don’t spend too much time down here. Does she need anything?” “No! Just a few more breaths will do her good. She was just feeling a bit overwhelmed up there. Thank you, though!” The security guard left us and once I saw he was clear, I pulled my pants right back down and completely let out my bladder. It puddled and flooded at my feet and once I had released every last drop, I wiggled my hips and pulled my jeans back up. I turned towards David and his jaw was wide open. He grabbed my hips and shook them back and forth. “You… My dear, are a bladder queen!” “Excuse me, but did you say I was your girlfriend back there?” I blushed and wrapped my arms over his shoulders. “With a bladder like that, I’m never letting go of you,” David kissed my forehead and I got up on my tiptoes and kissed him harder. “Let’s go watch the ending of that game, right?” “Or we can go make out in my car?” he said with a smirk. “Or we can definitely do that.”
It was the last day of Léa's stay with us at Valerie's Docklands flat and we were having a farewell evening meal in a local bistro before she returned to France the next morning. Léa's first visit to London had not started well. She was a small, rather scrawny, nervous, shy and socially awkward girl who seemed much younger than her 17 years and she had wet herself during the long trip from Heathrow Airport to Valerie's Docklands flat (Valerie 20). The following day, Valerie had taken Léa under her wing. Léa had emerged from Valerie's local hair and beauty salon with a cropped, street urchin hairstyle and subtle makeup that skilfully enhanced her elfin features, after which the girls had gone shopping in Valerie's favourite boutiques for some well-chosen fashion classics. Léa's transformation into a gamine beauty had given a boost to her self-confidence. Not that this had stopped Léa wetting herself. Only this morning, as Valerie and I were having breakfast, Léa had appeared in tears, pee dripping from her soaked boy-shorts and a large wet patch on the front of her t-shirt. Between sobs she confessed that she had slept deeply all night and had only woken up a few minutes ago when she realised she was wetting the bed. Valerie had put a comforting arm round her heaving little shoulders and led her gently away to shower and change. As we dined by candlelight in the restaurant, I noticed that Léa, now looking poised and alluring in the peach-coloured dress she had bought earlier in the week, was attracting a great deal of attention from the young Italian waiter, who never missed an opportunity to top up our, and especially her, wine and water glasses. Léa's soulful eyes sparkled with excitement as she talked enthusiastically about the mathematics seminar she had attended. "I've decided to apply for a place at Imperial once I have completed my baccalauréat" she announced. "Why there, particularly?" Valerie enquired. Rather to my surprise, this innocent question caused Léa to blush deeply. There was, she murmured quietly, a boy - "trés sympa, trés gentil" - who had engaged her in conversation during the coffee break on the first morning of the seminar and they had sat together for the rest of the conference. He was a first-year maths student at Imperial and they had exchanged mobile phone numbers to keep in touch when she returned to France. Léa, it seemed, was discovering that she could be attractive to boys and it was an entirely novel experience for her. But suddenly her mood changed. "What's the use?" she sighed, eyes downcast. "It will never last." "Why shouldn't it?" asked Valerie. "As you both know by now, I sometimes have - accidents" Léa replied in a subdued voice. "Sooner or later it would happen when I am with him and that will be the end of it." "Is there some kind of medical problem?" asked Valerie gently. Léa shook her head. "The doctors say there is nothing at all wrong physically, though I do have a smaller than average vessie - I don't know the word in English - so it can fill up rather quickly. "When I started school I was too shy to say that I needed the toilet and sometimes I ended up making a puddle where I was sitting. The other children teased me mercilessly and that just made it worse. All the way through my school years I have been the rather strange, maigre girl who is a maths freak and wets herself. - I don't have many friends." Léa was looking down, twisting her napkin in her hands and seeming close to tears. "Well, you have some friends now!" said Valerie firmly. "Oh, I know!" Léa replied with sincerity. "You have been so kind to me, Valèrie, and you too, Tom!" Her French accent really was rather appealing, I thought. "Going to university is an opportunity to re-invent yourself" said Valerie. "The students there will almost certainly all be strangers so they won't know about your past accidents and how you were teased at school. You can put all of that in the past." "You'll probably still have accidents from time to time but you can manage them to limit the embarrassment and minimise the damage" said Valerie. "It starts with wearing the right clothes so that if you do wet your knickers there is no obvious sign afterwards, even if it is embarrassing at the time. Even better, if you think you might not make it to the loo you may be able to find somewhere to wet yourself discreetly without anybody seeing what you are doing. "I often wet myself, sometimes by accident but more often on purpose. I really don't like using public loos so in summer I wear a short skirt or dress and have bare legs so that I can easily wet my knickers instead. And although I don't often wet myself on purpose when its cold, I never wear tights, just in case. Thigh-length socks under a heavy winter skirt keep me nice and warm and I can still do a wee in my knickers if I need to, without getting everything else wet. "So now you know why I suggested buying hold-up stockings rather than tights to go with that new dress of yours!" Again Léa blushed in embarrassment as she contemplated the possibilities. I signalled for the bill. The young Italian waiter brought it over and topped up Léa's glass one final time. "One other thing you need to know," said Valerie, "is that boys are not always put off by a girl wetting herself. Although I often do, Tom and I have been together now for three years. What's more, last summer I wet the bed in my sleep, just like you did this morning. The only difference was that Tom was in it at the time!" Léa smiled shyly at me. "And you know that Emily and Amanda both wet themselves" Valerie continued "but Jack and Callum don't mind. In fact, between ourselves, all three boys rather like it!" Léa's large brown eyes grew round. "Is that - a thing, with boys?" she asked, almost in a whisper. "Certainly with some boys" I confirmed. "So if this boy of yours is put off by you having an accident, just tell yourself that he is not the one for you! But somehow, my guess is that he won't be put off." The waiter reappeared with our coats and was particularly attentive about helping Léa into hers. "I think he wishes he could keep you!" Valerie murmured quietly. Another deep blush. We left the warmth of the restaurant and stepped into the icy November wind that was gusting around the tall buildings. Valerie shivered. "I really should have gone to the loo before we left" she commented. "Me too!" said Léa. Valerie slipped one arm into mine and the other into Léa's and the three of us walked, heads-down into the cold wind off the Thames, back towards Valerie's flat. "You might get a practical demonstration of how to wet your knickers under a winter skirt in a minute!" she said. Léa giggled. "The demonstration might be too late for me by then!" After ten minutes of hurried walking we gained the relative warmth of the entrance lobby. "Come on, come on!" muttered Valerie as she waited for the lift to descend. Eventually the doors opened, we stepped inside and I pressed the button for our floor. Both girls stood with legs crossed as the lift made its way up to our floor. Léa started to cry. "I think I'm going to wet myself!" "Me too!" said Valerie reassuringly. "Try to hold it until we get inside the flat if you possibly can. Here, Tom, take off our coats, quick!" The lift doors opened and Valerie hurried ahead with the key to her flat. As she fiddled with the key in the lock, Léa sobbed in quiet distress and a few drops of pee spattered on to the stone floor beneath her. The door opened and the two girls hurried in to the hallway. "OK Léa, we can do it here on the floor" said Valerie. In fact Léa was already wetting herself uncontrollably where she stood. Hastily she lifted her dress out of the way, revealing white hold-up stockings, a small, very wet pair of plain white cotton briefs and a stream of pee that was splashing on to the hall floor between her parted legs, forming an expanding pool between her shoes. Facing her, Valerie spread her legs wide, put her hands on her hips beneath her lifted skirt. She gave Léa a mischievous grin then, with a look of sweet relief on her face, she started to pee through her dark blue satin panties, creating a second puddle that spread outwards until it joined up with Léa's. I felt myself growing hard as I watched both girls straddling the flood beneath their feet and pissing steadily on to the marble floor until they were completely finished. I attempted to cover my embarrassment. "Er - coffee, anyone?" Valerie winked knowingly at Léa and both girls collapsed in helpless giggles. I still don't know what the joke was. Edited October 31, 2018 by Ondinist (see edit history)
I'm going to just let you guys know right now I use language that some people might find offensive in this piece. It isn't gratuitous, but fair warning. There are also descriptions of mental health issues that could be upsetting. Fair warning. * I don’t need to pee. I tell myself this firmly. I feel like I need to pee. That nervous throbbing between my legs is insistent. But it’s a liar, I remind myself. I don’t need to pee. I shift position in my chair and try to pay attention. Sometimes this works. I’m able to distract myself and forget about the fact that I might, but probably don’t, need to pee. Sometimes it doesn’t work. Sometimes my mind gets trapped in a loop that I can’t break. A loop where all I can think about is how much I need to pee. And that I might wet myself. The obvious thing to do would be to go to the toilet and pee. Maybe there will only be a trickle, even if moments before I went convinced I was about to lose control. I’ll have satisfied myself that I really don’t need to pee. But right now I can’t go to the bathroom. I mean, I can. No one would care. Or really notice, probably. Someone definitely could go to the bathroom. Not me though. I’d rather sit here and squirm, pointlessly not listening. Rather that then get up and have people know I need to pee. I'm wasting my time. All I'm thinking about is pee. This is not a good place to be. Your kidneys can process up to 4 cups of water per hour. I know that because I’ve memorized the Wikipedia article on kidney function. The average human bladder can hold only about 2 cups of urine. And it’s been half an hour since lunch... so maybe I do need to pee. I remind myself that I didn’t drink 4 cups of anything at lunch. I had a medium coffee and a half a bottle of water. I do the math... That’s probably two cups. So I should have an hour. Wait... Is that how it works? What if kidneys just process the whole two cups in half an hour? I want to pull out my phone and look it up. But I can’t. It isn't socially appropriate to just start googling stuff about pee right now. I'll have to wait. Did I remember to pee at lunch? Of course I did. I always do. But can I remember going to the bathroom at lunch? Maybe I didn't go. Maybe I forgot. Really? How could I possibly forget? I'm furious at myself. Katy... you ignorant fucking bitch. I tell myself I shouldn't talk to myself like that. That it isn't good for me. That I need to forgive myself for tiny mistakes and lapses. Besides... I probably didn't forget. I probably just don't remember going. Who remembers every time they go to the bathroom? This shouldn't be such a big deal. I clench my thighs. I need to pee. I can feel my muscle getting weaker, the relentless pressure of my overfull bladder pressing down on my pelvic floor. I should get up. Just get up! Katy, you stupid lazy bitch, just get the hell up. I don't though. I've kinda always done this. My whole life. Had a thing about people knowing I need to pee. Had a thing about maybe, conceivably, getting in trouble for needing to pee when I was meant to be doing other things. It was never a huge thing though. Like... it was a thing. But I have a lot of things. Like needing to say out loud to everyone I know that I love them before I go to sleep. Because otherwise they might die overnight and I didn't remember how I felt about them before they did. And then having to redo the whole thing because I might have forgotten someone. And feeling guilty about dropping my best friend from kindergarten off my list because I'm so tired from listing for an hour and a half and because she moved away five years ago and we haven't spoken since so maybe I don't love her anymore but how can I even think that because now she is going to die and so I have to start over again. I have a lot of things. It became a much bigger thing of mine a couple of years ago. It's pretty obvious why. I wet myself. On a bus. All over the seat. All over my clothes. I just couldn't wait. I probably should have got off. I guess. But then I'd have just been in the middle of the suburbs and bursting to pee. I'm not just going to go in a gutter so I guess if I had done that I'd have just wet myself in the street. Most people have a story like that. It isn't a big deal after you've got home and had a shower. It's not like anyone I know saw me or anything. Most people shrug off that sort of random embarrassment. I do not. My thing about pee definitely got worse after that. Much worse. I've been taking tactical pees ever since. Going when I don't need to. Just in case. I haven't had another accident. But I've been worried I might a few times. A day. I've been worried I might a few times a day. I've talked to my therapist about it. She says it's become a fixation. And I need to try to come up with ways to stop thinking about it. Yeah. Once I get into a loop I'm not going to stop thinking about it. I'm kinda OK about not getting into loops now. Better than I used to be. I still can't get out of them though. I play with the hem of my skirt with my fingers. I get the seam between my forefinger and middle finger and slide it along the length of the hem for a bit. Then back. Then the first direction again. Then the other way. I have a little callus on my finger there now. Right on the first join. It's kind of soothing. I still need to pee, badly... but my mind is oh so slightly quieter. I might wet myself. Here in this chair. The sudden warmth in my panties. The patter on the floor. Would everyone hear? Or is it distracting enough and loud enough that no one would notice? Or at least pretend not to notice? Until I need to get up anyway. Get up. You stupid bitch. You ruin everything you stupid, stupid cunt. Just. Get. Up. I can feel myself wanting to panic. I'm sweating. My heart is pounding. My vision is going all funny at the edges. My bladder is about to explode. I try to breathe like I'm supposed to. What will I do if I pee myself? Run from the room? Sob uncontrollably? Lock myself in my bedroom and never leave the house again? My mind skims darker possibilities but doesn't settle on them. I have a lot of things. I don’t need to pee. I tell myself this firmly. * This story is both entirely fictional and maybe the most honest thing I've ever said in public. It isn't fun or sexy, even though it would clearly like to be; it's very Katy.
Thanks guys. For the good wishes. I really appreciate them. ❤️ I'm also really glad that people identified with what I was saying. I honestly wasn't sure how it was going to be received. ? I like to keep pushing the boundaries on what an omorashi story can be. And I definitely put a lot more of myself into this one than usual. I did do the listing loved ones thing every night from when I was 8 till I was 12. Though I wasn't worried they might die. I was scared that I would die in my sleep and that my last thought of them wouldn't have been a loving one. The pee aspect is pretty damn close to what 18-19 year old Katy might have written if she had the words. My anxiety is a fair bit better 15 years on. I've written a bit more to this story. There is probably a third part, though a part of me rather dreads it. ? This story is still entirely fictional and still maybe the most honest thing I've ever said in public. *** I don’t need to pee. I tell myself this firmly. I feel like I need to pee. That stinging pulsing between my legs is demanding. But it’s not true, I remind myself. I don’t need to pee. I sit up straighter in my chair and try to think about something else. Something I like thinking about. Elections. Plot-lines for role-playing games. Very occasionally this works. I’m able to distract myself and forget about the fact that I probably, but possibly don’t, need to pee. Usually it doesn’t work. Usually by this stage my mind is trapped in a loop that I can’t break. A loop where all I can think about is how much I need to pee. And that I might wet myself. Might, but probably won't. I'm not going to just get up and go to the bathroom. I might imply that that is because I don't want anyone to know I need to pee. That's not it. Not exactly. What I don't want is anyone to know I need to pee, but can't. For whatever reason. I would literally rather be uncomfortable. To risk having an accident. Then to have someone think, "Oh, Katy needs to pee but she is going to have to wait." I don't like people to think I want something I can't have. I find that humiliating. Literally worse than wetting myself. Somehow. I have a lot of things. My bladder is full. It actually is. I touch it lightly through my shirt. Casually. I'm definitely not just physically touching my bladder to see if I really need to pee. That would be hella weird. Who does that? I'm pretty sure I must have forgot to pee at lunch. No way is my bladder actually full this quickly otherwise. You stupid bitch Katy... God damn it. I remember vaguely that my therapist said I shouldn't talk to myself like that. That it isn't good for me. That I need to forgive myself for tiny mistakes and lapses. Fuck her. She doesn't get it. If I were just responsible I wouldn't be in this position. I'm such a screw up I can't even remember to pee when I'm meant to. I press my thighs together. I need to pee so bad. I can feel my muscles straining, the overwhelming pressure of my bursting bladder pressing down on my pelvic floor. I should get up. Just get up! Katy, you stupid lazy slut, just get the fuck up. I don't though. I've always done this. My entire life. Had a thing about people knowing I need to pee but can't. It was never a huge thing though. Like... it was a thing. One of many things. I have a lot of things. Like not being able to eat in front of people. And then having to make up elaborate lies for why I'm not eating when surely I must be hungry. And then worrying that maybe people will compare the lies I've told them and realize that they aren't the same lies because I don't plan ahead and have a consistent story because I'm so fucking stupid and if they work out I'm lying they'll try to find out the truth and I really, really, really don't want to have to talk about my issues with food with people because they'll look at me like I'm crazy. I have a lot of things. That time I wet myself on the bus? No one else would have done that. I was bursting when I got on the bus. And it's not like I was rushing to catch it or anything. I'd needed to pee before I left my friend's house to get on. Like badly. But I didn't want to use her bathroom. Because, like, we are friends. So am I meant to ask? Or just excuse myself and go? And what if she says I can't use her bathroom. For some reason. Maybe it is being remodeled or something... and she is... peeing in the backyard? I hear the irrationality. But then she would know I needed to pee and couldn't go. Nope. I would rather try and hold it the whole bus ride home. Even if I'm at risk of wetting myself. Most people don't have a story quite like that. But still. It isn't a big deal after you've got home and had a shower. It's not like anyone I know saw me or anything. Most people would shrug off that sort of random embarrassment if they somehow managed to get into that situation. I do not. My thing about pee definitely got worse after that. After my luck ran out. Much worse. I've been taking tactical pees ever since. Going when I don't need to. Just in case. Whenever I can bring myself to. I haven't had another accident. I've talked to my therapist about it. She says it's become a fixation. And I need to try to come up with ways to stop thinking about it. Yeah. Once I get into a loop I'm not going to stop thinking about it. I'm stuck thinking more or less the same stuff over and over. Even if it changes a bit in each iteration I'm still just thinking about peeing myself and how much I suck. I play with the hem of my skirt with my fingers. I get the seam between my forefinger and middle finger and slide it along the length of the hem for a bit. Then back. Then the first direction again. Then the other way. I have a little callus on my finger there now. Right on the first join. It kind of hurts. The good kind of hurt. But it doesn't help distract me. I really might just wet myself. Here in this chair. It's not like I haven't before. The final unstoppable spasm. The spreading pool. Would everyone see? Or are people unobservant enough that no one would notice? Or at least pretend not to notice? Until I need to get up anyway. Get up. You are just a lying little bitch who ruins things and hurts the people she loves. You ruin everything you stupid, fucking cunt. Just! Get! Up! I can feel myself starting to panic. I'm sweating buckets. My heart is pounding a blur. My vision is going all funny at the edges and the room is starting to wobble and spin. My hands are shaking so much I can't force them to stay still. My bladder is about to literally explode. I try to breathe like I'm supposed to. But I can't. What will I do if I pee myself? Run from the room? Sob uncontrollably? Lock myself in my bedroom and never leave the house again? Hurt myself? I have a lot of things. I don’t need to pee. I lie to myself desperately.
Thank you so, so much. It is so hard to explain! Obviously everyone's experience is different. But this is a compilation of some of me. ❤️ Thanks! I've been interested in the nature of cyclicity and choice for a very long time. I've played with those themes in a number of my stories here actually. Particularly 'Don't Pee Your Pants'. * I don’t need to pee. I lie to myself desperately. It isn't working. I can't. I can't. I can't convince myself. I can't hold on. I should have got up when I still could. I need to pee. I'm going to pee. You know that moment when it goes from "I might pee my pants" to "I'm actually going to pee my pants"? It's not a good moment. It's a bad moment. I twist around in my chair and try to find a position that lets me last just a little longer. I can't think of anything but how much I need to pee. My mind is trapped in a loop that I can’t break. A loop where all I can think about is how much I need to pee. And that I'm going to wet myself. Definitely going to. I can't just get up and go to the bathroom. Partly because, honestly, I might not make it anyway. Partly... I just can't handle the whole situation. I just can't cope. Action requires energy. It requires will. It requires the tiniest bit of bravery. A single drop of bravery can dissolve a thousand fears. I have only the fears. Legions of them. Inaction... just requires me to wait. It's a negation. An acceptance. I have a lot of things. My bladder is full. It is so fucking full. I don't dare let my arms get anywhere near it for fear of bumping myself and triggering the flood. I'm certain I forgot to pee at lunch. I rage at myself inwardly. You stupid bitch Katy... God damn it you stupid fucking whore. My therapist says I shouldn't talk to myself like that. That it isn't good for me. That I need to forgive myself for tiny mistakes and lapses. Fuck her. She doesn't get it. She isn't me. No one understands me. Fuck Katy. Fuck fuck fuck. I want to claw out my eyes. I grind my thighs together. I need to pee so incredibly badly. I've never in my life needed to pee so much. I can feel my muscles fatiguing, the crushing pressure of my straining bladder compressing my pelvic floor. I can't get up. Just get up! Katy, you stupid lazy slut, just get the fuck up. Arrrrgh. I hate myself. I don't get up. I've always done this. My entire life. Freezing when I get stressed. It was never a huge thing though. Like... it was a thing. One of many things. I have a lot of things. Like not being able to eat in front of people. I don't eat in front of people because I'm scared. Scared they will judge me for what I'm eating. Or not eating. Scared they will laugh at me if I forget my lunch. Scared they will feel bad for me if I don't get to eat for some reason. And I like being hungry. It's a pain I have control over. I could always fix it. But if I just don't eat I get to carry it around with me all day. It's something that doesn't own me. Except that... obviously it does. I have a lot of things. That time I wet myself on the bus? I relive it constantly. Poring over every detail. Every decision that I fucked up. Every stupid mistake that no one else would have made. But you know what? I'm not mad I didn't pee at my friend's house. I'm mad I drank a cup of tea at her house. It would have been rude to refuse. But I should have managed somehow. What the hell is wrong with me? I know that isn't the right lesson to take from that experience. But it's the only one I'm allowed to draw. Most people don't think like that. Most people would... never even consider thinking like that. What is wrong with me? My thing about pee definitely got worse after that. After my luck ran out. Much worse. I've been taking tactical pees ever since. Going when I don't need to. Just in case. Whenever I can bring myself to. I haven't had another accident. Gone close. Several times. I've talked to my therapist about it. She says it's become a fixation. And I need to try to come up with ways to stop thinking about it. Yeah. Once I get into a loop I'm not going to stop thinking about it. I'm stuck thinking more or less the same stuff over and over. Even if it changes a bit in each iteration I'm still just thinking about peeing myself and how much I suck. I grip the hem of my skirt with my fist. I get the seam between my forefinger and middle finger and squeeze. It digs in under the little callus on my finger. It hurts. A lot. I deserve this. I'm really going to wet myself. Here in this chair. It's not like I haven't before. The final unstoppable spasm. The spreading pool. Everyone will see. Everyone will laugh. I almost want it to happen. To be over with. So I can look back on this for the rest of my life but not actually be here. Get up you horrible, stupid, dumb, and ugly, fat, and stupid, simple self hating bitch. You ruin everything you stupid, fucking cunt. Just! Get! Up! You will probably still make it if you just get up. I'm panicking. I'm sweating. My heart is exploding. My vision dances and whirls like I might be sick. My hands are shaking so hard I can't control them. My bladder is about to literally erupt. I can't remember what to do. A mini loop. I can't remember what to do. I can't remember what to do. What will I do when I pee myself? Run from the room? Sob uncontrollably? Lock myself in my bedroom and never leave the house again? Hurt myself? Kill myself? I have a lot of things. I feel myself starting to pee. * I'm definitely done with this story now. Thanks everyone for indulging me! I hope... 'enjoyed' is the wrong word. But anyway. I pinky promise my next story will be much cheerier/sexier!
An old story from Nyou Fiction. I wrote the opening, and EnragedFilia took it from there. Deep in a primeval forest, in a glade nearly invisible and inaccessible to human beings, silent figures were assembling in secret. In a quiet yet stern voice, each reported for duty once they had reached the secluded meeting place. The leader, a well-preserved woman in her thirties dressed in fatigues, turned on a small lamp each time she heard a new arrival approach (which was invariably before they spoke). Her keen ears could pick up footsteps and rustled leaves from even the most stealthy of travellers. And on this night, there were also rumbling stomachs to give people away. She turned the light back off each time she had confirmed the identity of an arrival. The faces of the rest of the group were briefly illuminated as well. They were the features of strong women, each trying to look like she was carved from stone. But some faces betrayed their feelings of confusion, uncertainty, and uneasiness. Some even showed other discomforted sensations. Once the tenth of her recruits had entered the hideaway, the leader spoke. "That's the last of the people who accepted the mission. A couple questions before I explain what this is all about. Has everyone followed the diet they were assigned?" Ten voices answered in the affirmative. "And you have all refrained from any bowel movements since you received my message on Thursday?" The voices sounded more hesitant and uneasy, but seven confirmed the inquiry in concise terms. "I actually haven't been since Tuesday," one voice admitted with a hint of pride. "It took some pills to make it through today, but I haven't released anything." "Excellent. To reiterate what I said in the message, additions to the outlined diet, be they food or drugs, are acceptable, even encouraged. Every extra bit of weight is a benefit." "I couldn't make it," a wavering voice confessed. "Mitchellson?" the leader snapped. "Yes, it's me." "Explain yourself." "I tried as hard as I could...but I just had to go so bad. I was so nervous about tonight. I couldn't help..." her voice trailed off into mumbles that sounded almost like weeping. "You moved your bowels?" "Only a little. I'm sure there's more..." "Get out of here! You are no longer a part of this mission!" "Will I be punished?" the recruit asked, now clearly choked up. "Leave our presence as quickly and silently as possible, and I might spare you any repercussions. Just remember that your agreement of silence about our operation is still in effect, and, if you break that, the consequences will be severe. And, for God's sake, stop your crying! I thought I selected soldiers, not little girls." Making a noise of acknowledgment, the ashamed Sonya Mitchellson started her trek back. From that moment on, the other women were determined not to show any signs of weakness. "Since all of the <i>obedient</i> recruits are now present, it's time for me to brief you on the next phase of the mission." She turned the lantern on once more. "Put your hands into the light." The recruits did as they were told, and the leader dropped a small glass vial into each open hand. "Leave the caps on. You will take your dose when you are told; no sooner, no later. It is a very potent drug, and any error in timing could foul up our plans." The women suppressed laughter as they thought about what else could be fouled up by a laxative-related mistake. "I apologize if for keeping you in suspense for this long. I suppose I've been deliberately stalling. This is the strangest briefing I've ever had to give, but here goes," she continued with a wicked-looking grin. "If everyone gets it right, it sure won't be the last. "First step is for everyone to get down this hatch and link up with your commanders." She waved at the large metal plate on the ground behind her. "There's five officers counting me, so you'll be two recruits to a squad. Except you," she jabbed a finger toward the one who'd boasted about holding it since Tuesday. "You're with me." The indicated recruit, a tall and solidly-built blonde named Clarissa Montclaire, stiffened at the words and gave a small nod. The leader abruptly turned and moved to the hatch. She crouched and tapped on it several times, eliciting a series of strange beeping noises. Then the metal slid open, revealing a dimly-lit hole. "Further instructions will be given en route. Now get moving." With that she hopped down the hatch and disappeared into the darkness. The nine remaining recruits jerked into motion, falling into line and following her. They found themselves in a broad chamber about six feet high, with walls, floors and ceilings that seemed to be carved from solid, smooth, dark rock. Seven tunnels led away from the hatch they'd come though, and in four of them stood women who looked cut from the same mold as the one they'd followed down here. There was no apparent light source, but a soft steady illumination came from the depths of each passage. Clarissa moved toward the leader as the four officers selected from among the eight other recruits. Drawing up next to the woman, she stood at attention and waited. "Move out," she ordered briskly as she turned away and started to jog down the tunnel at a steady clip. "Follow me and don't fall behind." Clarissa hurried to catch up. It was about a minute before the woman spoke again, "State your name, soldier." "Oh, Clarissa Montclaire. S-sir," she replied, trying not to let her heavy breathing show. She was doing her best to match the other woman's long, easy strides, but was still falling a bit behind. "From now on you are Claire. Single syllables only, here. For me, either Sir or Sarge will do." Clarissa grunted an acknowledgement, and, after a moment, Sarge continued. "It's about a ten minute trip. After the first five minutes, you will take your dose. When we reach the tunnel exit, you will emerge and cross the last hundred yards to the target alone. You will then release your entire payload and return to the tunnel. Do you have any questions?" "Uh," caught by surprise, Clarissa looked around and struggled for something to ask, "W-what's the target look...I mean, um...how will I identify the target, Sarge?" "There will be an unmarked, plainly visible wall directly in front of the tunnel exit. That wall is the target. Anywhere at its base will suffice. Anything else?" "What are these lights?" This time Clarissa spoke too quickly, and immediately winced at the inanity of the question. The illumination here was dull orange, and it came from square things in the wall that looked like glass. Their light was steady, not flickering like a flame, or pulsing like the moss they grew in some of the cavern cities. Even so, Sarge answered her without hesitation. "We call them artificial torches. The technology was apparently lost with the fall." Clarissa jerked in surprise. From everything she'd heard, all known examples of lost technology had long since been salvaged, and by now most of it was in the hands of the large cartels and their tech wizards. All that was left were the ruins themselves, and only the massive superstructures and any other pieces too heavy to retrieve and too sturdy to break into pieces. The tunnel had looked like the product of lost technology from the start, of course, but she was still impressed that the group had found an undiscovered ruin as large as this. Clarissa's thoughts were interrupted as her insides suddenly lurched, and she had to clench her ass shut as a sharp jolt of pressure struck, then slowly subsided. It was a very familiar feeling, since she'd been dealing with this pressure for nearly a week now. Things had had seemed to settle down a bit yesterday, but the exertion of keeping up with Sarge seemed to really be getting her bowels moving. Between the feeling of the big load within her bouncing heavily with each step she took, and the low, ominous rumbling from downstairs, she could tell it was only going to get worse. By the time they stopped, her breathing was coming hard and fast, and not just from exertion. The pressure wasn't letting up at all now, and her ass was starting to get tired from constantly clenching. Clarissa's gratitude for the brief rest was tempered with anxiety at what she knew what coming next. "Alright. Drink it now, Claire," Sarge ordered, her face totally impassive. She obediently pulled the vial from her pocket, removed the stopper, and slugged it back before she had a chance to think twice. The taste was strange, like that of raw mint ground up and mixed with thick and sickly-sweet syrup, which clung to her throat as she swallowed. As soon as she finished, Sarge took the vial and held it in front of a torch, then nodded. "Good. Now hurry, it should start to take effect in five minutes, give or take a bit, so you need to reach the target by then. Get moving." She started off again, and Clarissa obediently followed, trying not to think about what might happen if that stuff started working ahead of schedule. Her anxiety only grew as they ran. The seconds seemed to creep by, and her bowels started to ache. It was like the cramps that she'd been enduring occasionally since last Tuesday, but dull and constant now, instead of sudden and sharp. Before long, her sphincter was pulsing with exertion as wave after wave of pressure assaulted her bowels, slowly but surely wearing away at the endurance of her poor, tired muscles. But as her agony gradually grew worse, it only pushed Clarissa to summon up more determination. "Sarge is counting on me," she told herself, fixing her eyes on the strong and sturdy figure running along tirelessly in front of her. "I can't let her down. I won't let her down!" Repeating this mantra, she almost didn't notice as the tunnel floor began to slope upward. Raising her eyes, she saw the wall up ahead a few seconds before Sarge came to a stop in front of the smooth surface. "We're here. Remove your clothes. Now!" Clarissa was taken aback by the strange order, but Sarge's voice sounded even sterner than before. After only a moment's hesitation, she complied, clumsily unfastening her drab canvas coveralls and slipping out of them. As she did so, Sarge moved behind them and touched a glassy patch on the wall a few times, with a beeping sound like that of the hatch from before. The fabric fell to the floor in a heap just as a slab of metal slid out of the floor, blocking the way they'd come, and turning the tunnel into a six-foot cube. Sarge turned back to her. "Your boots too. Here, I'll help with that." But instead of kneeling to help Clarissa with her boots, the commander swiftly came up behind her and began to loosen the strip of cloth that bound her chest. After a brief moment of surprise that threatened to undermine her highly tenuous control, she hurried to unfasten her boots. In seconds, the bindings fell away, bringing relief that mingled with the very familiar discomfort of cruel gravity as Clarissa's large and pendulous breasts burst free of their confinement. Kneeling as she was, they dangled from her chest like a pair of overripe tomatoes until she wrenched her feet free and stood up. Sarge, still standing behind her, gently patted Clarissa's tightly clenched bottom and declared, "Good. Still clean." She withdrew a small pair of scissors and pressed them into the confused recruit's hand, along with another order. "Remember: run to the target and dump your load. Use these to cut the panties off. Then get right back here. We're all counting on you, Claire," that last sentence, said with a gentle hand on her shoulder, turned the girl's wavering nerves to steel once again. Then Sarge slapped the glass panel with one hand, and, with the other, shoved her soldier toward the far wall, which slid down into the floor to reveal endless black sky beyond. After a brief stumble, Clarissa took off running. The feeling of frigid air on her bare skin shocked her mind into instant focus and her nipples into tiny, tight points. But then it hit her bowels, which seized up with the biggest cramp she'd ever felt. The pressure, already intense, surged all at once into a tremendous wave that all but overwhelmed her exhausted sphincter muscle. Only Clarissa's newly invigorated determination kept her control from collapsing completely before the onslaught. She ran flat out, panting as she repeated to herself, "They're all counting on me," again and again, drawing strength from the thought. Fire blazed in her eyes as she gritted her teeth against the agony deep within, heedless of the lesser pain as her bare feet slapped the rough ground and her naked breasts flopped around wildly with every step. Yet, deep within the gap between her plump, bouncing buttocks, Clarissa's anus slowly but surely began to widen, despite her colossal effort. A broad brown rod inched out, forcing its way through that tight pink ring until its tip peeked out far enough to brush against fabric. Struck by the bizarrely unsettling knowledge that her formerly pristine panties were being smeared with gooey brown tracks as they slid back and forth across her bottom, Clarissa's control finally started to waver. But, just as she teetered on the brink of a gigantic accident, she saw it: the wall, rushing up out of the darkness in front of her. The sheen of moonlight on its smooth, polished surface gave her enough warning to throw her hands up and catch herself. She leaned against it for a moment, shaking with emotional exhaustion as much as physical exertion. Her trembling knees buckled, then bent, and she dropped into a squat with her legs spread in a wide V. A fraction of a heartbeat later, she let go, moaning in blissful relief at the sensation of her aching, overworked sphincter relaxing at long last. Right on cue, the smooth log protruding from her anus lurched out, causing her panties to tent nearly two inches straight down, then paused as if mistrustful of her sudden surrender after such a long and grueling struggle. Clarissa drew a ragged breath, reaching forward to steady herself with a hand on the wall. And then it happened. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, as if all the strength in her body was suddenly concentrated in her bowels in a cramp more intense than she ever would have thought possible. Her eyes shot wide open and she pitched forward, her knees meeting the ground as she let out a loud groan. Her bowels moved with sudden and tremendous force, depositing such a massive load of firm, solid poop into the seat of her panties that in an instant the fabric was stretched taut. The bulge expanded as more and more of it poured out, sliding through her wide-open asshole and curling up on top of itself, spreading out and piling higher until it covered every inch of her bottom. Soon the panties could stretch no more, only sag lower and lower beneath the weight of her gigantic dump, which still showed no signs of stopping, or even slowing down. The emerging poop gradually grew softer, and, by the time her panties drooped low enough to touch the ground, it had turned to squishy goo, flowing out smoothly like a sticky, brown rope. Eventually the load was piled high enough to overflow the waistband, a big lump falling to the ground with a big "splot." And all the while Clarissa could only squat there helplessly, her face locked in a grimace at the blazing pain in her abdomen. It felt like she was being crushed by a giant metal fist. Her head swimming with agony, she had no idea how long it lasted. But when the flood finally subsided to a stream, then a trickle of poop so thin and soft it was nearly liquid, the agony faded away almost as suddenly as it had begun. Then it was all over, and for a few seconds she just panted for breath, basking in the tremendous feeling of relief. Until a different kind of pain intruded upon her reverie, and she realized two things: her ass was burning, and the rest of her was freezing. After expelling what felt like a whole week's worth of poop, Clarissa's asshole was so sore it felt like there was a chunk of hot metal stuck in it. And, except for her bottom, cradled in a warm cushion of soft, mushy poop, her skin was completely exposed to the bitterly cold night air. Now acutely aware that she was alone and defenseless in a dark forest in unknown territory, she tried to get to her feet, only to nearly fall backwards, thanks to the huge, unbalancing weight hanging from her backside. Remembering her instructions, she took the tiny scissors (which had been clutched in her hand this whole time) and clipped through one side, then the other of her poop-laden panties, allowing the massive brown load to tumble out onto the ground. As Clarissa stood, she couldn't resist glancing at it between her legs, and was briefly struck with disbelief at the sight. It was just unbelievable that so much poop could have fit inside her. Her panties were all but buried beneath the gigantic mound of brown goop, with only a few square inches of stained fabric peeking out from one edge. Quickly ripping her eyes away, she turned and started running back to the tunnel. Now, with the pressure in her bowels relieved and the burning sensation in her ass slowly fading, she was highly aware of all the other discomforts she'd overlooked earlier. Running barefoot hurt, and running with her chest completely unsupported hurt worse, but the cold was worst of all, especially on her butt. The layer of slimy poop that covered her bouncing buttocks like a thick coat of brown paint was cooling very quickly in the night air, and, before long, it felt like she'd sat on a block of ice. So when she finally saw the tunnel mouth in the distance, her relief was tremendous. Clarissa entered and slowed to a trot, clutching her aching breasts with her arms, and looked up to see the commander grinning broadly as she slapped the wall again. The sound of the tunnel exit sliding closed behind her seemed very far away, and her vision swam as her strength drained away, along with the adrenaline rush that had carried her this far. "Sir...M-mission..." she mumbled, her knees shaking, "mission accomplished...payload delivered." That was as far as she got before collapsing into the other woman's waiting arms. What followed was mostly a blur. The commander gently lowered her to the ground and ordered her to get on all fours, then started to clean the girl up with something she called a "wet nap." After what she'd just endured, the feeling of soft, warm, moist cloth on her frozen rear end felt wondrous, and only later would the thought of the commander inspecting her poop-covered bottom up close trigger a surge of belated embarrassment. But what happened next was almost as embarrassing in its own way, and much more bizarre: Sarge took her coveralls and her boots off and wet herself right in front of Clarissa. It went on for a while, completely drenching her panties, before trickling all the way down her legs and making a puddle on the floor. Afterwards, she took off the soaked panties and told Clarissa to put them on, and the girl was too exhausted to even ask why. The explanation came as the two of them walked back together, the topless girl leaning on the naked woman's shoulder for support. It all had to do with the blood jackals. Clarissa had heard a few stories about them before, but never in any kind of detail. They were created as weapons during the war, used mostly for hunting down enemy guerilla forces, and, since the war, they'd gone feral in the irradiated wastelands, and taken to attacking anyone and anything that ventured into their territory. That was about as much as most anyone knew about them until recently, when the garrison of a walled city near the edge of the wasteland happened to observe a group of blood jackals, which would come right up to the city walls every day, sniff around for some time, and leave. Attempts to determine the reason for this strange behavior quickly led to an even stranger conclusion after investigating the time and place of the events. It seemed that jackals were only congregating at a particular section of the city wall, one outside a very densely populated area which had recently suffered a major breakdown of the local sewage system. The community had dealt with that crisis by establishing a large public bathroom facility independent of the now useless plumbing network, and every single reported jackal sighting corresponded exactly with the time and place that this community's waste was emptied over the city wall. There was only one way to explain all this, no matter how little sense it made: blood jackals may have been created to hunt down and track the smell of blood, but they were drawn even more to the smell of poop. Soon enough the army came up with a means of taking advantage of this discovery, although, in all likelihood, it would never have been implemented if not for an immediate and particularly intractable threat. A group of bandits was camping in five sets of relatively intact ruins on the edge of the wasteland, several miles to the north of the city and within easy raiding distance of a major oasis. Months of repelling raids on the city's supply lines were already taxing the army's rapid response capabilities, and the situation was poised to get a whole lot worse very soon, because the army's only viable base of operations in the area was a set of tunnels situated directly between the five bandit camps. They had evidently been constructed as part of a maintenance system before the war, with surface access a short distance from each of the ruined buildings that the bandits held. So, while the quick and stealthy deployment capability that the tunnels provided was an invaluable asset against their raids, it was only a matter of time before the bandits discovered one of the entrances. When that happened, they were sure to come out in force to take the tunnels for themselves. If that happened, the army would be left with practically no way of protecting the city's supply lines, and no way at all of rooting out the bandits. Even worse, any attack against one of the bandit camps was sure to bring retaliation from the others, and there weren't enough forces in the entire theater of operations to take all five at once. So, when some strategist suggested a plan with the potential to eliminate the entire problem at one stroke, and with minimal risk, the brass was forced to take notice, despite how crazy the idea seemed. Simply put, they would lure blood jackals to each enemy encampment and let them slaughter the enemy forces, sending in strike forces afterwards to clean up any survivors. The jackals' newly-discovered behavior seemed to offer the perfect means of baiting them, but difficulties arose when attempts to test the approach by transporting sewage from the city met with dismal results. Further experiments indicated that jackals would cross much longer distances and arrive in far greater numbers when three major conditions were met. First, the poop must be fresh, the fresher the better. Second, it mustn't be mixed with anything pungent enough to mask the smell, including any kind of preservative agent, or especially urine. And third, there must be lots of it. As it happened, lazy and underpaid workers emptying a public waste receptacle had unwittingly satisfied all three. They'd done their jobs as infrequently as they could get away with, often waiting until a rush of customers left enough people standing in line for a few of them to complain about the smell, which made for loads that were both as big and as fresh as possible. On top of that, they'd opted to drain the liquid portion of their cargo into the storm-sewer inside the wall, hauling only the solid portion to the top to be dumped outside. Clearly, depositing such an ideal jackal bait as that anywhere other than a populous city was less than feasible. But, on the other hand, a target located in the wastelands themselves, closer to the jackals, would not require anything like those conditions to attract enough beasts for the army's purposes. Realizing this, and quickly formulating a workable approach, Commander Biella had volunteered her unit, the Valkyries of the Amazon, to undergo the strange and critical mission. And, when it became clear that her soldiers' strenuous routine and steady, predictable diet was not at all suitable to the production of jackal bait, she responded by simply recruiting outside volunteers instead. Listening to that last piece of the explanation, Clarissa finally grasped the true purpose of her "payload." She felt a sort of horrified awe at her own actions as she belatedly realized both how much she'd just accomplished and what a huge risk she'd taken, walking alone, unarmed and almost naked right up to the walls of a hostile encampment. The original plan, Sarge continued, had been for two recruits to visit each of the five bases, but, thanks to that stupid, weak-bottomed Sonya Mitchellson, she'd been forced to pick one of the nine remaining girls to undergo her mission "solo." She'd chosen Clarissa because of her confidence, and because she'd been waiting the longest, and seemed likely to have the biggest load saved up. The purpose of the soaked panties was clear as well: fresh, fragrant pee would overwhelm any lingering scent of poop that might lead blood jackals back down the tunnels after them. "We're almost back now, Claire. First thing to do is get all cleaned up with a nice bath, then we'll meet the other squads and debrief. If all of them did anything like as good a job as you did, we'll be moving into those ruins by tomorrow" "Really? I did a good job?" Clarissa looked up at the officer, beaming with pride. "You kidding? From what I saw back there you must'a filled your panties right up to the brim, because that cute little butt of yours was just covered with it." Punctuating her praise with a hearty laugh, she reached down and slipped a hand into her own panties to give Clarissa's "cute little butt" a firm and playful squeeze. The other girl gasped, then flushed. "Uh...anyway, after the debriefing, we can start talking about..."loading up" for your next mission." She looked down to meet the girl's twinkling eyes, and, with a big grin, concluded, "Understood, soldier?" Clarissa's grin was even bigger as she replied, "Yes, sir."
We left and of course wound up in my car for a while doing some heavy petting and exploring. I loved feeling Heather’s wet ass and just touching her soaking puss was pure heaven. Heather normally takes a cab everywhere and so it was easy to offer her a ride to her condominium. Nice place to. Lets just leave it at the fact that she loves to get that puss of hers licked, especially if you start by licking her through her panties. Heather’s business law class was now more than my favorite. Although we were careful to keep our feelings separate, I was easily going to get an “A”. Most of you realize that visiting your professor is never going to hurt your grade and Heather’s careful counseling gave me a raging erection at every visit. The women used those gorgeous breasts of hers at every opportunity to deliver a consistent message. We needed to get together. Thursday afternoon a got a message from her asking if we could meet at her family’s beach cabin. She indicated we’d have the place to ourselves and I wouldn’t need to bring anything. Saturday, after using my phony ID to buy a couple of bottles of Chardonnay, I arrived just in time for a light lunch. To say the least, Heather can be really beautiful and is always attentive. She just has that walk and look that adds new meaning to MILF. She looked irresistible, hanging out with me in a one piece turquoise swimsuit, wedge sandals, and light sweater, that only reached to the middle of that beautiful ass of hers. Her swimsuit covered her puss nicely and of course I could not take my eyes off her whenever she got something from the kitchen. She did something else that was irresistible, she’d reach around to her backside and use both hands to reposition her swimsuit down over her bottom cheeks. Pleasant lunch and she loved the wine, but she had more, suggesting a walk on the beach so I could get acquainted with the area. This was the time of year when the beach can be cool and a bit gloomy. She used her sweater to word off the chill, but seemed a bit nervous. A couple to times I noticed that she was casually reaching into her crotch, pinching her puss and commenting that it was a shame the water was so cold. "Really to cold for swimming, as she said.” We were aways from the condo when she suggested we start back. As she said that, she was using her right hand to cup her puss, but pulled her hand away when she caught me staring. “Oh Johnny, i think your wine is really affecting me, I really have to go, lets hurry”. I was now aware with what “go” mean’t and what her bladder might do. Her next comment was my downfall. “Honey, I think I need to go a little bit now so that I don’t completely wet myself. Do you mind”. With that, she stopped, spread her legs a bit and that lovely area of her swimsuit started to get wet. The bitch was standing right in front of me, peeing in public. She stopped, but the wet patch surrounding her puss was all to obvious and her sweater wasn’t covering a thing. We started walking again, but a couple of people took notice of the wetness between this beautiful women’s legs. Couldn’t miss noticing either, considering her sexy walk in her wedge sandals. I think Heather liked the “looks” she was getting. When Heather suggested that she was going to pee her swimsuit “a little bit”, I didn’t realize that she mean’t a little bit at a time. She continued doing it all the way back to the condo, until we reached the patio door and I happened to get a good look at her ass. Her butt was wet half way up her bottom crack. She’d completely peed herself and now looked at me with that “come hither” look of hers, saying, “I really needed to go, but I’m fine now. Do you mind that your girl wets her pants? By the way did you remember to bring the really good pot, you said you had? Lets go in and I’ll fix something to warm us up. Now Heather can really be a sight to behold. She made no effort to change out of her swimsuit or use the bathroom, simply walking into the kitchen to make “hot toddy’s” as she put it, while I dug out my weed. Her wet ass was on constant display as she moved around the liquor cabinet. Finally, I was done fumbling with my pipe as she brought over two drinks, turned and sat half straddling my right leg. My pants seemed to dampen as I messaged her shoulders. She talked about how nice it was having me visit. We were talking about what we enjoyed about one another and she turned leaning over to my ear, pressing those tits of hers into my chest and whispered, “It turns me on knowing that you like it when I wet my pants. Did you know I did it one time in business law class. I had to stand behind the pulpit during the entire class. Oh, my and I’d really peed my panties a lot”. She continued, telling me about other public embarrassments. She liked the attention she’d get after wetting her pants and realized how turned on some guys would get after a friend of hers, from high school, peed her short shorts at the beach house. Then she had to tell about her mother…...
Kara is helping five people pass a drug test by taking them herself, meaning she needs enough urine to fill five cups with pee. Her goal throughout the day is to hold as much urine as possible, but she has to get through seven periods before she can find relief! Will she make it? - - - - - - - - - - - - It was a free period, and Kara sat in the back of the library, chewing on the back of her pencil and watching a group of girls talking and laughing. They were charismatic, and much more outgoing than she was, and she envied their friend group. They were the popular girls: Emma, Sophie, Genesis, and two other girls she didn't know the names of. Kara wished she was friends with them. She would get invited to parties, have a boyfriend, go out every day... Emma looked up and noticed Kara staring at her. She immediately looked down at the paper on her desk, heart filling up with embarrassment. 'That was so stupid of me,' she thought, 'I'm so fucking stupid. Why did I do that? It was so obvious...' A shadow grew over her desk. She looked up to see the five most popular girls in school standing over her. She let out an awkward "Hi." "Your name is Kara, right?" Emma asked. "Y-yeah, I'm Kara. What- uh, what's your name?" "You don't smoke, do you?" she asked, ignoring Kara's question. That's a weird thing to ask, thought Kara. "What, you mean like cigarettes?" "Weed. Or anything, I guess. Do you do any drugs?" "Um... No, of course not." "Bet," Emma smiled, "sorry if this is weird, but we really need someone to take a drug test for us." "We really don't want to be kicked out of volleyball this year," Sophie added. "S-Sure, what do I need to do?" "We can meet you outside the gym before seventh period tomorrow," Emma said, "that's when gym is. DON'T be late. Seriously. I really can't have you be late. The test is for all of us. I'll give you the cups there." "Cups?" Kara asked. "You have to pee in a cup," Emma clarified. "Five cups," Genesis told her, "make sure you have enough," she giggled. "Enough what?" "Pee," Emma said. Kara felt stupid. "You'll do it, right?" "Y-Yeah, of course. Totally." "We're counting on you." The five girls left. Kara's heart was beating fast with nervousness. Could this be the ticket into the friend group? All she has to do is pee in a few cups and she'll be cool with them. Nervousness was mixed with excitement for the whole rest of the day. When Kara woke up the next morning, she realized she didn't really know what she was going to be doing for the test. She knew there was a cup to pee in, but was there anything else that she needed to know? Did each cup need to have a certain amount of urine in it? There's going to be five cups waiting for her tomorrow. That's a lot of cups. She decided to skip her morning pee, which proved to be a rather difficult task. She pulled on her cutest jeans and closed them painfully around her full bladder. She didn't care, though. She thought it showed off her ass pretty well, and Emma's friend group were all drop-dead gorgeous. She ate her cereal watching TV while fidgeting and squirming. She fanned her legs, crossed and uncrossed her ankles constantly, and rocked her hips back and forth. It felt like she might leak at any moment, but was in no danger of wetting. She drank the milk from her cereal bowl out of habit, something she wouldn't have done if she'd given it a second thought, and set out for the school bus. The ride to school was the most uncomfortable bus ride Kara had ever had. She was sitting alone, grabbing her crotch as discreetly as possible, trying not to let everyone know that she was bursting to pee. She wondered if she had five cups worth inside of her at that moment. When she got to school, she walked quicker than anyone else there and plopped down in her seat, accidentally jarring her bladder. Her friend, Terri, sat down next to her. "Hi," she greeted, then looked down at Kara's crazed sitting tap dance. "You okay?" "I really have to pee," she said, giving herself a quick squeeze. She was perfectly fine with showing her desperation to Terri, but she wanted to keep the information from her other classmates. "Why don't you just go?" "See, the thing is, Emma and her friends asked me to take this drug test for them, and---" "Wait, hold on. They did what?" "I'm gonna take a drug test for them. It's--" "Kara, that's ridiculous! Why are you doing that for them?" She shrugged. "I just want to be a nice person-nnn!" She lurched forward when a leak nearly escaped, burying her hand in her crotch. Terri sighed. "Nevermind, I know exactly why you're doing it. But do you know how much trouble you can get into for that? Those girls are stupid and cruel. They'll rat you out as soon as their places on the team are jeopardized." "They aren't making me do it, Terri. I just... like helping people," she said, as steady as she could. The whole bottom half of her body was moving like crazy. Throughout the entire class, she couldn't sit still. She was constantly squeezing herself, lurching forward, and tapping her feet. There wasn't much conversation between her and Terri. Her friend was mad at her for trying to impress to popular girls again, but she didn't care too much. They came to her this time. That's a completely different situation. Nearing the end of the period, it was getting really bad. She was dragging her butt back and forth in the chair, and she couldn't keep her hands away from her crotch for more than five seconds. A few other kids around her noticed her situation, making her turn red in the face. She found herself counting down the seconds until the end of class, but she knew she'd still have to wait until seventh period to release. 'I wonder what my limit is,' she thought, 'I should have done some measuring with how much I actually pee yesterday. This is getting bad. I really don't know if I can make it to seventh period...' The bell rang. Terri got her things and left without saying anything to Kara, who had accidentally spilled the contents of her bag on the floor. She was frantically trying to get her things together, giving herself a squeeze every couple of seconds. A small spurt escaped her, making her tense every muscle in her body. Kara left in a hurry, every step putting more pressure on her poor bladder. She leaked again, then again, then again. She was walking as fast as she could through the sea of people in the hallway, trying to get to class so she could at least just sit down. She passed the bathroom, and her bladder begged for her to use it. The harsh pulse of her urine-bloated organ was almost too much to bear. A particularly strong contraction made her leak again, but this time it didn't stop. She immediately spun around and went as fast as she could to the bathroom, but the hall was so crowded she was barely getting anywhere. She was going against the flow of people while she slowly and involuntarily leaked pee into her pants. She felt the warmth gradually spreading down her leg, her eyes tearing up from embarrassment and bladder pain. It didn't seem like anyone was noticing, but she felt like a little kid. She sprinted into a bathroom stall and sat down on the toilet. Without dropping her pants or taking her book bag off, she let go, releasing a torrent into her jeans. Her butt was soaked with urine. She wiped some tears from her eyes and sighed, but she remembered something that made her feel a little bit better. She skinned off her jeans and underwear and put them in her bag. She still needed to pee a little bit, but she was saving some for the drug test. She pulled on the black leggings she brought for gym class and left for class, drinking from the water fountain on the way. She drank until her belly felt like it was going to explode, then walked stiffly to her next period. She did fine through second period. Though it was definitely noticeable, her need to pass water was kept under control. Third period got a little worse; she spent the whole class fidgeting and tapping her foot. She drank some more water, and by fourth period, she was desperate again. She was hoping none of her friends at her table would notice her scooching back and forth and squeezing herself when they weren't looking. When they were, she was discreetly crossing and uncrossing her legs under the table. It felt weird wearing leggings with no underwear. It kind of made her urge worse, since that extra layer of fabric wasn't there. Once fourth period was over with, it was time to go to lunch. Although Kara really didn't want to pile anything on top of her bloated bladder, she was really hungry. All she had to eat that day was a small bowl of cereal. She had a cheeseburger and some fries, plus a small carton of chocolate milk to wash it down. She was wondering if she was drinking a bit too much. There was still a little less than two hours until seventh period, and she was spending the entire lunch fidgeting. Once fifth period rolled around, she was sure she drank too much. 'At least I don't have any friends in this class,' she said, making a beeline to the back of the class so she can hold herself. She somehow made it through without any leakage, though her need had increased considerably. She was completely unable to sit still through the whole class, constantly squeezing herself and crossing her legs. No one seemed to notice, though. 'Only one more class to go,' she said to herself, stepping in place as she gathered her things. 'Only one more class and I can pee.' She hurriedly went to her next period, sitting down next to Terri, who, upon seeing her change of pants, scoffed in astonishment. "Okay, I know you're not just preparing for gym early," she said. "What do you mean?" "Kara, you peed yourself for them! Is it really worth it?" her eyes traveled down to Kara's hands, which were buried in between her frantically tapping legs. Terri only shook her head and gave her the silent treatment again. After twenty minutes, Kara was even more desperate than before. She was watching the clock count the seconds by, but time seemed slower than usual. After another twenty minutes, she was dying. When she wasn't scooting back and forth, she was tensing every muscle in her body trying to contain the massive amount of pee inside her. Her bladder, which was on the verge of exploding, was constantly pulsing and throbbing like a continuous wave of desperation. She didn't care who saw her fidgeting. All she cared about was keeping her pee inside her until seventh period. As soon as the bell rang, she leapt out of her seat and rushed to the gym. As she stood by the door waiting for the girls to show up, she was jumping around, squeezing herself, and marching in place. People were shooting her glances, but she truly couldn't hide her need. 'Please, Emma where are you?' She thought, 'hurry up...' A particularly harsh wave hit, and she dropped to one knee, keeping as still as possible. They finally arrived less than a minute before the late bell rang. "Finally!" she said, getting off the ground to greet them. She was hopping from foot to foot, her fists clenched at her sides as she resisted the urge to hold herself in front of them. "Where are the cups? This is really getting bad." "They haven't given it to us yet," Emma said, "we're getting it this period." "When this period?" Kara asked desperately, clutching the sides of her leggings. "I don't know," was the annoyed response. Kara felt stupid again. She waddled into the gymnasium after them and went straight to the mat in the back, dreading what was coming next. Once the bell rang, the teacher went to the front of the class. "Alright everyone, you know the drill. Sit down in your spots and touch your toes." Kara didn't move. Her hands were buried in her lap and she was scooting back in forth. She planned on skipping the warm ups until she received a bone-chilling glare from the teacher. She sighed and begrudgingly leaned forward to touch her toes. She was a very flexible person. In fact, she'd been taking gymnastics for three years. At the moment, though, she wasn't so limber. Her bloated organ was a painful bowling ball in her belly. She filled her cheeks with air and scrunched her face up in agony, her shaking fingers not even making it all the way to her toes. She internally begged him to blow the whistle already, before she burst all over herself. The pulsing in her bladder had turned into a constant, screaming pain pressing against her lap. After an eternity, she heard the whistle blow, and she released. "Sky reach, everyone." The poor girl had to get up and reach towards the sky. Her face was contorted in strain and misery, her overfull bladder being tightened on by her belly's stretching skin. Her legs kept involuntarily tensing, her body obviously telling her it can't take much more of this. Her urethra evidently decided that it was going to take charge, and she let out a sudden and strong spurt of urine into her leggings. She immediately swung her arms down to hold herself to stop it, but the urine was plentiful enough to leak down both legs, soak her crotch, and dampen a little bit of her butt. The teacher thankfully didn't see this embarrassing display. "Alright, let's run! Chop chop!" This was by far Kara's least favorite part of the class. Though she considered herself a decent gymnast, cardio was not her strong suit, and it didn't help that she was on the verge of exploding. They needed to run three laps around the gym. As soon as she took the first few steps, she knew this was going to be bad. Urine was sloshing around inside her as she struggled to keep up with the rest of her class, each step feeling like a drop on a roller coaster. She noticed herself falling behind, so she picked up the pace. Once again, she leaked a little in her pants. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her hands were closed tightly in fists at her side. It took a few seconds to stop, since she was still running. She thanked the lord she was wearing black leggings, but with no underwear to help soak up the moisture, liquid was now streaming down her legs and into her shoes. It hurt so bad that she was almost crying. Each step let a little bit of pee out, and her entire lower half felt sticky. She saw the teacher call the girls over and hand them the cups. "Finally!" she said to herself, but she couldn't find relief yet. As they left the classroom, she discreetly slipped out of one of the exits and went stiffly to wear they were. She couldn't stand up straight, and if she untensed her leg muscles she would leak more into her pants. She was shaking from pure desperation, her tired urethra threatening to open the dams at any moment. "I'm ready, I need to go right now!" she said, coming upon the group. "Okay, chill the fuck out," said Emma, handing her the cups. She had to hold them all in her arms, which meant she couldn't hold herself. "We'll wait out here." "Is there a certain a-amount that needs t-to be in here?" Kara asked, leaking a tiny bit. She was answered with a look of disgust. She would have rephrased it, but her leak was getting stronger and she absolutely could not hold it any longer. She waddled to the bathroom stall and tried to close it with one hand, but a surge of desperation and urgency caused her to lurch forward and drop the cups. Luckily, they were plastic, so they couldn't break, but she had to retrieve them as they rolled across the bathroom floor. She bent over to pick one up, the pain nearly making her cry. She scooped them all up as fast as she could and put them gingerly next to the toilet, her legs fidgeting madly. As soon as she could, she squeezed herself hard with one hand and locked the stall with the other. She yanked down her pants and sat down, her dams immediately bursting and letting a stream out into the toilet. She had to squeeze herself with her bare hands to stop it, pee getting all over her hands. Kara's bladder was absolutely screaming now, her contorted face genuinely producing tears. Her fingers were cold against her pussy, but she barely noticed. She picked up a cup and put it against her labia, urine immediately spraying out like a garden hose. It filled up in no time. She stemmed the flow and put the cap on with shaky fingers, her bare legs fanning, fidgeting, and scooting. The second one was the same. The third cup began to grant her some relief as her rock-hard bladder became more of the squishy organ it naturally is. After she filled all the cups, she couldn't believe how much she still needed to go. After filling five cups with pee, she still urgently needed relief. She didn't go right away. She sat there for a moment fanning her sticky legs, noticing how overboard she went with this. As if waking up, she realized what she was going through for these girls that were so obviously using her. Terri was right. Terri was her true friend. A wave of desperation hit, making her habitually tense her legs and butt, but then she released a torrent, hissing strongly into the toilet. It felt amazing. She sighed and relaxed, leaning back against the wall, as the pent up urine finally evacuated her body. It slowed to a dribble, then nothing. She felt absolutely refreshed. She used the toilet paper to dry her legs, pussy, hands, and butt. Then she wiped down the cups and brought them to the girls, who absentmindedly thanked her. After school was out, she met up with Terri and sheepishly apologized, then went home. Kara would never do anything like that again.
First time story poster here! This is actually a multi-part story I wrote for a now inactive user named Rick Dixon. He disappeared before I could send him the final copy, but he had previously given his permission to post it here and make the changes to it that I'm going to make. Hope you all enjoy! ---------- "Darla stop fidgeting your legs like that. You look like a little kid who has to go potty," Darla's mom said, giving her a judgemental look as she took a sip of her coffee. "Ew Mom, that's gross," Darla replied, suddenly aware of how obviously she had been jiggling her legs and making an effort to hold them still. "Its just the caffeine from the coffee making me antsy." "Be that as it may, try not to embarrass me in front of your uncle's family. He was nice enough to invite us to this luncheon with all his neighbors. There's even some cute boys here. You'd hate to have an accident in front of a potential boyfriend." "Mom I don't have to pee, just drop it ok?" Darla than took a sip of her own coffee to try and seem casual, a sip which she immediately regretted as the liquid seemed to speed straight to her bladder. Despite her protests to the contrary, Darla did have to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She didn't know her cousins or their neighbors that well, so when she and her mother arrived she had mainly stayed with her, sipping coffee or wine and chit chatting about nothing in particular. Darla had even had a mild urge to pee when they first arrived several hours ago, but had thought it no problem and figured she could hold it until they left. She had always been a little shy about using a stranger's bathroom. Darla thought she'd still be fine if it hadn't been for when her mother had stepped away to gossip with Darla's aunt, leaving Darla alone at the table to drink two cups of coffee rather than make awkward small talk with strangers. Well that coffee, along with the the glass of wine and a coffee when they first arrived and the two coffees since then were now demanding to be released and Darla wasn't sure how much longer she could put off a trip to the bathroom. ---------- Blake had been friends with Darla's cousin John since they were in middle school, close enough that they were practically brothers and despite living several miles away now he had still been invited to her Uncle's luncheon. John would often joke that he and Blake knew everything about each other, which amused Blake because there was one thing John certainly did not know: that Blake had a major pee fetish. All his life, ever since puberty he had found himself deeply aroused by the thought of a woman having a full on accident in public, humiliating herself for all to see. While he had watched a lot of porn, he had never seen an accident in person, and he was becoming quite desperate to, even going so far to have a basic plan for what to do if he saw signs of desperation from a hot girl at a party like this. He had high hopes he would get to use that plan today because he had seen Darla bouncing her legs up and down and suspected he knew why. He hadn't seen her use the restroom yet, and he had seen her drink plenty. From where he sat he could take in the full sight of her. Shoulder length dark brown hair worn behind her ears to show off her tan complexion. A body that showed she was in shape but not intimidatingly so. Perky, full sized breasts that showed a respectable amount of cleavage under her green tank top. Tight tan pants that had showcased her full sized butt perfectly when she had walked to get more coffee. Designer flip flops that bounced up and down as her leg began to jiggle again. "Oh yes," Blake thought, "she's got to go bad." Suddenly he saw her stand up, and once she had stepped away from her table he watched her give a frantic look around the room before biting her lip and walking towards the front of the house; the opposite direction from the bathroom. "Now or never," Blake muttered, ready to put his plan into action. He set off after her, making sure to swing by the bathroom and get things prepared first. ---------- Darla had only just noticed her leg jiggling again when suddenly a quick bladder spasm caused her to suck in her breath and clench her bladder muscles tight. "This is bad," she thought. "I need to pee now before I have an accident in these pants. Ooo I wish I'd worn the black ones instead." She pushed her chair back from the table and stood up, barely resisting the urge to grab her crotch like a preschooler. "Mom I'm going to go take a walk around the house, see if I can spot one of those cute guys you mentioned." She gave her mother a cute smile which earned her a nod of approval, then began to make her way towards the exit. After she had taken several paces and put at least two tables between herself and her mother she allowed herself a quick squeeze of her crotch from a hand she stuck in her pocket. Luckily most people in the dining room seemed too engrossed in conversation to notice her. She bit her lip as she frantically looked around, trying to decide where in her Uncle's estate the bathroom was. This was getting bad. Already she could feel a second spasm coming just from the few steps she had taken. "Think Darla, where would it be? Gotta be by the front door right?" Giving herself a second squeeze and leaving her hand in her pocket just in case, Darla set off for the front of the house. Reaching the entryway, Darla hurried to the only door she found, desperate for relief. Twice more on the walk here she had had to grab her crotch in order to prevent any leaks, the spasms becoming increasingly insistent. She had a hard timestanding still as she reached for the door knob. "Thank God," she muttered as she threw open the door. Her joy turned to anguish in an instant though at what she found: a coat closet. "Shit!" she exclaimed, her hands flying down to her crotch as the most powerful spasm yet rocked her body. She clenched with all her might, but even then a brief squirt escaped into her thong underwear. Tears began to form in her eyes. "No please no," she muttered, "please don't let me wet my panties, not here, not now!" ---------- Blake silently moved into the entryway, relieved to see Darla still there and squirming through a major potty dance. He had hoped she wouldn't have moved on, but it had taken him longer than he had expected to convince John's mother that her makeup was running and she needed to reapply in the only downstairs bathroom. "As much warpaint as she puts on," he thought, "she should buy me 20 minutes easy." At the time he had hoped that was enough, but seeing the state Darla was in he knew it was plenty. He was still trying to figure out how to approach her when suddenly he heard her start muttering, pleading with some higher power to help her not wet her panties. He took that as an acceptable cue. ---------- "I'm sorry for intruding, is everything ok ma'am?" Blake asked. Darla nearly jumped out of her skin at his sudden appearance, immediately bending at the waist and clutching her crotch for dear life as she did so. Luckily she didn't think she squirted this time. Turning, she saw Blake standing there in black jeans and a red button up shirt. Her face turned beat red. "Oh um yes, everything, everything is fine," she said, badly trying to seem casual as she squirmed and grasped herself in the entryway. "I was just looking for the..." "The toilet? It is actually on the other side of the house, sorry. Would you like me to show you?" Darla's face turned even more red, stinging tears returning to her eyes. Here she was a 26 year old woman holding herself like a three year old in front of this handsome stranger who was offering to show her to the toilet like she was a kid. "Just directions are fine, thanks." Darla was barely able to keep the shake out of her voice. "You sure, it's no trouble at all. I know how confusing this house can get," Blake replied with a chuckle. "I'm sure," Darla nearly snapped, as her desperation overwhelmed her embarrassment and decorum momentarily. "Ok, my apologies, you're clearly in some distress. Just go down this hallway and turn right before the dining room. Take your second left and the bathroom is the third door on the right. Figured you'd want a path that avoided the crowd," he said with a wink. "Thank you," Darla replied, having managed to regain at least a semblance of control. She shakily walked out of the entryway, managing to resist the nearly overpowering urge to hold herself as she did so. As she made her way down the hall and out of his sight she stopped resisting, her right hand darting into her crotch and holding on for all it was worth while her left she used for balance as she tried to keep her legs as tightly pressed together as possible. The crotch of her thong still felt wet from her quick burst, but nothing felt like it was showing on the outside of her pants. She silently prayed that that brief leak into her panties would be the only one. Inside her bladder felt like it was turning into a small boulder, rock hard against her waistband as the liquid within demanded release.
Part 2: As she approached the bathroom Darla practically cried with relief. Her pants, normally just snug enough to show off her assets, had become a vice grip on her expanding bladder, digging into her more and more with each step. Her only consolation was that at least her thong seemed to have absorbed her minor mishap, and their was no evidence to be seen beyond her near constant leg crossing and crotch holding. "Finally," she thought as she reached out to open the door, only to immediately panic again when she discovered it was locked. This was bad. Very bad. Her bladder already felt like it was on fire and her muscles ached from clenching so hard for so long. She was fast approaching the end of her rope, and wasn't sure she had the time to wait for someone else to use the bathroom before disaster struck. She quickly knocked. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" "Yes, sorry, I'm just finishing up. Should just be a couple more minutes," called the voice from inside, which Darla recognized as her aunt. This was bad. She couldn't let her aunt see her in this state, legs locked around each other like a vice, and certainly couldn't alert her to how frantically she needed her aunt to leave the bathroom. She'd never hear the end of it from her mother and the rest of the family. "Oh ok," Darla called back, tears threatening to come back into her eyes, "no rush." She grimaced at that last statement as she began to bounce up and down frantically, one leg crossed over the other. She had to get herself under control, there were people nearby. Darla took a deep breath and slowly unwound her legs, clutching herself in her pocket and willing herself not to leak again. She wasn't sure how long she could stay composed like this though. Sweat was building up on her forehead. All of a sudden a voice from behind her nearly made her void her bladder on the spot: her mother had found her. "Darla! There you are! Come say hello to your cousin Eric and his friend James!" Darla composed herself as best she could and turned to face her mom. Her mother was standing in an entryway slightly further down the hall, waving at her. "Hey mom, can you give me one second? I just need to get in here real quick and splash some water on my face." Darla jerked her thumb towards the door and barely fought off the urge to bounce on the spot. "Oh nonsense sweetie, you look fine," her mother said with a dismissive wave. "You'd hate to be rude. It'll just take a minute or two." Darla wasn't certain she had a minute or two, but she'd never hear the end of it if she didn't at least say hi. At least the room was right near the bathroom and she could dart in as soon as her aunt was done. "Be right there mom," Darla called, giving a forlorn glance at the bathroom and a quick squeeze as she stepped away. ---------- Heather was a fit girl in her early twenties whose parents lived next door to Darla's uncle and had brought her along for the day. She was dressed casually in pale blue capris pants that showed off her toned legs and a loose yellow top that did little to disguise her ample breasts. Her dark hair was tied back in a long ponytail. She didn't have any honest interest in being here, her parents having bought their house too recently for her to know Darla's uncle or his family, but a free meal was a free meal, and free wine was free wine. Heather had already had about four glasses as she flirted with the various guys who couldn't take their eyes off her. One guy in particular had actually seemed like quite the catch, and Heather had been putting off a needed trip to the bathroom for some time to keep flirting with him. But eventually her need overcame her desire and she had excused herself to find the toilet gracefully. Of course that had been ten minutes ago and before she had gotten lost on the first floor of the house. Poise and grace were quickly disappearing, replaced with frantic strides and urgent glances, her hands clenched in fists at her sides. Heather had never had the strongest bladder and her college party days had taught her that if she didn't find the bathroom soon she was going to soak her pants. Just when she had about given up hope and had resolved herself to dashing back to her parents' house to pee, a kindly woman had directed her to where the bathroom was. She thanked the woman quickly and began to rapidly make her way towards the only bathroom on the first floor, her breathing rapid as she willed herself to make it. Suddenly she let out a whimper and had to duck into an empty guest room as her body was rocked by a powerful pulse from her bladder. She clenched her muscles as best she could, but felt a hot jet of urine shoot through her urethra and enter her g-string. Her hands flew into her crotch, digging in like her life depended on it. She bent over so far at the waist that she nearly hit the floor, her pants pulled tight across her ample butt. Tears began to run down her cheeks. "Nononononono not here! Oooooooo I'm gonna pee my pants!" She couldn't let that happen. She had to make it to the bathroom before this got any worse. She was a big girl, and big girls didn't have accidents. She slowly took a few deep breaths to ride out the spasm and then stood up as best she could. She looked at her crotch and saw a dime sized wet spot. She'd gotten away unnoticed with worse in college. Taking one more deep breath to steady herself, she began her journey towards the solitary bathroom. ---------- Blake had followed Darla from a distance, taking care not to give himself away. Seeing her walking with such clear desperation, especially with the added effect of the slight bend in her posture showing off her gorgeous ass was almost too much for him, and he allowed himself a moment to slide one hand in his pocket to stroke his throbbing erection. He snuck past Darla as she reached the toilet and took up a position where he could watch everything unfold, practically laughing with glee when her mother pulled her away. He was about to follow Darla into the room with her mother when suddenly he saw Heather striding towards the bathroom with a purpose. His eyes quickly examined the gorgeous brunette with the large jiggling breasts, and noticed something that made his dick throb even harder. A wet spot on her crotch. Oh this was just getting too good. Two desperate women, one occupied bathroom. "Let the games begin," he muttered.
Chapter 3. Updates may be slightly slowed going forward as we've reached the beginning of the portion that needs the heaviest rewrites. Darla could barely keep from grinding her teeth as she made small talk with her mother and the two guys. Unable to cross her legs or grab her crotch in fear of the sheer humiliation of it all, Darla was having to clench with all the strength that she could summon. Her muscles felt like taut guitar strings, libel to snap and give way at any moment if she didn't get some relief and fast. Inside, her bladder burned hotter than ever pulsing with a day's worth of pent up urine. The heat in her crotch had dried the tiny wet spot in her thong several minutes ago, although the sweat building up between her clenched ass cheeks would soon replace it. Oh what she wouldn't give to just pop the top button on her pants. To stick her hand inside the waistband and clench herself. To let even a little bit of pee out so she didn't explode before she got on the toilet. Her focus had been drifting during the inane conversation but it suddenly snapped back as she felt another wave of desperation pulse through her body. The sudden pain in her abdomen made her gasp in surprise, and she barely resisted the instinct to hold herself. She somehow found a way to clench tighter, barely locking off any pee from shooting into her thong. "Everything ok Darla?" her mother asked, putting a hand out to steady her daughter as her balance suddenly seemed to weaken. "No!" Darla thought, "Everything is not okay! I'm about to flood my pants in front of this entire party, and it's all your fault!" Rather than say that aloud Darla simply muttered "Yes, fine." Thinking quickly she added, "You know I'm suddenly feeling very hot, and feel a headache coming on. Would it be terribly rude if I just stepped away to splash some water on my face and take an aspirin?" She directed the last part at the two young men. "Not at all," cousin Eric said. "Actually there should be some medicine behind the mirror in that bathroom." He pointed towards the solitary toilet on this floor. "Although it looks like you may need to wait a bit, sorry." Darla didn't understand at first, but as her eyes followed where her cousin pointed her desperation and panic were briefly replaced with anger. There was some brunette in a yellow top knocking on the door to the bathroom and doing her best not to dance in place. Seeing her gave Darla a momentary sympathy surge from her bladder, but she stopped it with sheer determination. She didn't know who this girl was, but Darla would be damned if she let anyone into that bathroom before her. The risk of impending total humiliation was too strong for compromises. She excused herself and strode towards the bathroom to reclaim her spot in line, one hand creeping towards her pocket just in case. ---------- Heather could have cried when she found the bathroom door locked. She gave a frantic knock. "Hello? Are you almost done in there?" she whined. Her other hand was balled in a fist near her crotch, ready to grab herself should she have another spasm from her bladder. "I'm putting on my face missy, you can't rush that. Now hold on to your hat, I'll be done soon," came the voice from inside. Tears began to well in Heather's eyes. This couldn't happen. Not here, not now. Not with so many people around, especially her parents and that super cute guy. She hadn't had a full blown accident since she was 21 and a college junior. The humiliation had been devastating, and she refused to have it happen again. She blinked away her tears. She was a big girl, and she was going to hold it, silently praying whoever was inside would hurry. Suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find Darla, who had one leg wrapped around the other. "Excuse me," Darla said, "but I was next." "You weren't here when I walked up," Heather retorted. She tried to puff up her chest and look intimidating as she said it, but the effect was mostly lost since as soon as she did a minor spasm rocked her body, causing her to break out into a pee dance as she said it. "I was, I just had to step away for a second." Darla's face flushed as she too began to bounce at the knees to try and hold on to the molten urine that threatened to erupt out of her. "Please, I've been holding it all day and I'm almost at my limit," Darla pleaded. "Well you," Heather gasped as she felt a second spasm and a small squirt of urine splashed against her g-string. "You should have thought of that and gone sooner. You walked away from the line, and now I'm here, and you can't cut me, ok? You're not the only one who needs to pee." Heather tried to look serious, but her hand wound up in her crotch as she felt another drop enter her underwear. "I can see you need to go, but please," Darla begged, "I'm starting to feel like I might literally explode here. I was here first, have some compassion!" ---------- "Not a chance," Heather said, turning her back to Darla and facing the door. Darla just about lost it right there. She could not believe how rude Heather was being. Frantically she glanced around the hall. Everyone seemed to have mostly retreated into the other rooms or had stopped paying them any attention. Seizing the moment, Darla began to scissor her legs rapidly as she held herself with both hands. Her abdomen was stretching over her waistband and at any moment it felt like her pants might just slice clean through her middle. She clenched as tight as she could, and desperate for any relief at all, she popped the top button on her pants. Immediately the pain from outside her abdomen got easier, although inside her bladder still burned with desperation. Luckily for her dignity these pants were still tight enough that they didn't slip down her hips. Regaining her courage from the slightly easier feeling, and spurred on by the very real fear of having an accident here in her Uncle's home, Darla took one hand out of her crotch and spun Heather around to face her. ---------- Heather gave a loud gasp as she was forced to face Darla. She was so shocked that she lost focus, and immediately her tiny bladder began to let go of the tide it had been holding back. She squealed as her hands flew into her crotch, her legs twisting around each other like pretzels, trying to bring her body under control. A three second blast of pee shot into her pants, her thin g-string doing little to stem the flow. She could feel a wet patch the size of a softball under her hands. "You bitch," she cried, tears in her eyes. "Why did you do that? You're going to make me have an accident!" Darla gave her a desperate and uncaring look, seeing the wet patch under Heather's hands. "Looks like you already have," she smirked. "And I told you, I'm next in line." Darla used her shoulder to push Heather out of the way, while the other girl frantically tried to get herself under control. ---------- Heather clenched for all she was worth, doing everything possible to hold back the wave of pee still in her body and the embarrassment it carried with it. She dared not remove both hands from her crotch until she felt confident enough that she wouldn't immediately spring a leak. She lifted one after a few more seconds, ready to grab Darla and slap her. She hoped that one good slap would make the other girl wet herself quickly and Heather could use the bathroom while everyone else laughed at Darla. "I'll show you," she growled. ---------- "Ladies," Blake said, suddenly stepping out from his hiding place. He had been stroking himself surreptitiously, and had done his best to hide his erection. This was getting hotter than he had dreamed. "If you don't want to wait, I just remembered there's a bathroom in the basement, just down those stairs." He pointed to a doorway back down the hall. Both girls stared at where he was pointing then glanced at each other. Heather was faster, kicking Darla in the shin hard, and then hustling for the stairs. Darla gasped in pain, feeling a brief shot of urine redampen her thong. Under her hands she could feel a quarter sized wet spot on her pants. She knew she was approaching her breaking point and that she needed that bathroom NOW. Clenching for all she was worth, Darla sped off after Heather. She didn't even notice Blake chuckling to himself as he thought about what the women would find downstairs.
Part 4 Heather frantically hobbled for the stairs, her breath haggard and tears in her eyes as she fought with every ounce of her being to not wet her pants any further. She could feel a wet patch the size of a softball underneath her hands as she ground them into her crotch. At least if she could make it to the bathroom maybe she could dry out her pants after she was done and salvage this whole day. The only one who had seen her leak was Darla, and Heather hoped that if she occupied the bathroom long enough Darla would wet herself and be too busy dealing with her own shame to rat Heather out. Heather sobbed as she reached the top of the stairs. There was no way she could walk down some stairs without leaking some more, not in her state. Deciding to risk embarrassment to help herself, Heather popped the top button on her pants and shoved her hand down the front. Slipping her fingers into her vagina, she was able to hold herself a little bit tighter. It was now or never as she began to descend the stairs. ---------- Darla's shin was still throbbing from where Heather had kicked her, although she could barely notice over the intense throbbing in her abdomen. It felt like there was a fire in her gut that was trying to erupt out of her bladder and ruin her pants at any moment. Tears began to streak down her face. She didn't want to have an accident in her uncle's house. Forget her mother, the entire family would never let her live down the humiliation. She knew she had to find a way to hold it, there was no other choice. Clenching as tight as she could and holding herself all the way, she made for the stairs. She was hobbling towards the basement when she saw Heather undo her pants and shove her hand inside. "Well," Darla thought, "at least I'm not the only one." Heather disappeared down the stairs, with Darla in hot pursuit. Darla took a small amount of satisfaction in the fact that at least she hadn't leaked as bad as Heather had. This would all be easier if the other girl had just pissed herself outside the bathroom. Darla groaned and held herself tighter as she made her way down the stairs after Heather, her bladder feeling like it might erupt with one wrong step. ---------- Heather's hand got wetter from tiny leaks with each step down, fighting to keep back the tide in her bladder. Tears ran down her cheeks as she clenched with all her might, determined not to have her first full blown accident in 5 years. As she reached the concrete floor of the basement she reached around with the hand that wasn't locked in a losing battle with her bladder until she found the lightswitch. Flipping it on, she discovered that the basement was open plan and largely unfinished. She didn't have time to examine it though, as she frantically looked around until she saw the bathroom and the chance at sweet relief. She hobbled as fast as she was able, bent over almost at a 90 degree angle. Her second hand darted into her pants to join the fight to keep her pee at bay. The extra hand and the odd angle at which she moved caused her tight capris pants to begin sliding down her hips, exposing more and more of her ass with each step. Heather barely registered this though, so focused was she on reaching the toilet. She let out a cry of relief as she reached the bathroom, barely noticing that the door had not been hung yet and anyone coming down the stairs would be able to look in. The lid was still covering the toilet bowl and she had to reach out a hand to lift it up. As her hand left her pants a jet of urine shot out, running down her leg and soaking into her pants. She was out of time and needed to pee now. She lifted the lid, but what she saw made her cry out in despair. ---------- Darla had reached the bottom of the stairs only a few seconds after Heather. Each step had been pure agony. Her pee was begging for release, and the more she waited the more it felt like it would explode out of her. She took a moment to try and gather herself at the foot of the stairs. She had never had to pee this bad in her life, and while she was normally pretty good at holding it, she had never pushed herself this far. She whimpered with desperation as she looked to see where Heather had gone. The other girl certainly was an almost comical sight, making a hobbling bee line straight for the exposed toilet. On any other day she would have laughed at the poor desperate girl. Barely able to stand, bottom of her ass and crotch wet from where she had leaked. Pants sliding down with each step to reveal more and more of her butt, her red g-string providing essentially no modesty. Yes on any other day she would have laughed, but all Darla cared about now was emptying her bladder before it was too late. She hurried after Heather when suddenly she heard the other girl cry out and begin muttering. ---------- "Nonononono. Please not now. Please please please," Heather begged. When she had opened the lid of the toilet she had seen there was no water in the bowl. Looking behind it, she now saw that the toilet wasn't even hooked up to anything yet. She was weeping openly as she felt another stream of pee force it's way down her leg. Panic was setting in as Darla hobbled up. She immediately saw what was wrong with the toilet and felt a surge of panic herself. "Shit!" Darla cried. The pain from her bladder immediately growing more intense and a tiny leak escaping into her thong. She ground her hand in tighter to try and contain the gallon she felt like she was holding. "What am I going t-to do?" Heather whined. "I can't...I can't have an accident! Big g-g-girls don't have accidents! But there's no toilet and I can't hold it anymore!" Her legs were wrapped tight around each other as she bounced up and down at the knee for all she was worth. Both hands were buried in her crotch, which was fully on display from her pants having slid so far down. "Well you're...OH...you're going to have to figure...ugh...something out because you can't use this one," Darla snarkily replied, her voice breaking as the pressure came in further waves and she struggled to hold on. "Screw it!" Heather gasped, ripping down her pants the rest of the way, "any toilet works!" She squatted on the nonfunctioning toilet and just let go, right through her panties. They were soaked anyway, and the relief was nearly orgasmic. Her piss sounded like a fire hose against the porcelain. "Oh my God stop!" Darla cried. "The toilets not hooked up, you'll pee all over the flo-Ooooooooooooo," she was cut off by a large groan as the pain from her bladder, perhaps reacting to the sound of Heather letting loose right next to her, skyrocketed. She felt another spurt enter her pants as she frantically crossed her legs over each other multiple times, her hands in her crotch squeezing for all she was worth. Looking down, she saw that she had a tennis ball sized wet spot on her pants. She would have to do what Heather did to avoid total humiliation. But could she? Could she pee right here, all over the floor? The puddle from Heather's pee flowing out of the toilet was expanding across the concrete in the unfinished bathroom and slowly spilling into the main basement area. She was at wits end. She would have to pee right here. ---------- Suddenly Darla heard a voice, cutting through the sound of Heather peeing and moaning in relief. "Excuse me ladies, but if either of you is still waiting I think the bathroom up here just became free." It was Blake. Neither girl noticed that he had followed them down and was surreptitiously watching them from the wall that ran alongside the stairs. Hearing Heather plead like that and then lose it into the unhooked toilet had nearly made him cum right in his pants. Now to see what he could make Darla do. ---------- "Thank God!" Darla cried, her brain not even registering how strange it was that Blake kept showing up as she badly needed to pee. She clenched for dear life with both hands as she hobbled back towards the stairs. "Wait!" Heather called. "Argh, what?" Darla groaned, turning to see the other girl. Heather was seated on the toilet now, pants at her knees. The legs and crotch had clearly been peed in, although not to an extent that could equal the volume of the puddle that extended out around her and the unhooked toilet. "Please," Heather begged, tears flowing down her face. "Please don't tell anyone about this. I'll do anything please!" Now that Heather wasn't focused on her desperation she was able to fully take stock of her situation. 26 year old woman. Gorgeous. Responsible. Envy of other women and lusted after by other men. And she had wet her pants like a baby before peeing all over the floor. She sobbed as she looked up at Darla. "Please you can't tell anyone." "Fine, whatever. You just can't tell anyone that I almost had an accident either." Darla began to clumsily walk away, knees pressed together and hand in her crotch. "And next time don't steal my spot in line!" she called over her shoulder as she left the crying girl to her mess. Darla silently prayed that she wasn't wrong about that almost accident part. The pulses from her bladder were becoming more intense, making it even harder to walk. Her stomach felt like it was growing ever larger, and what temporary relief popping her pants button had brought was now completely gone. Her pants were digging into her. Even her shirt was feeling incredibly tight. She gritted her teeth as she held herself even tighter. "Please, please don't let me pop. Please let me make it. Please please." Blake, concealed at the top of the stairs, could hear her praying. He was glad for his dark pants, because his own precum was likely beginning to stain his crotch. He knew Darla was about to have the perfect accident, the one he had always dreamed of.
The room was dark, a single source of light shone in thrown a window; illuminating a hardwood desk. Bathed in shadow, was a figure in a black trenchcoat, a cigarette caught between their lips; the smoke filling the air. Her name was Tilly Jones. She was a private detective in the city of Puritania, a name so repulsively cringey she rolled her eyes everytime it rolled off her tongue. The capital of New America, it had been established in the year 2100; after the great famine of the 2080's and early 2090's. The Puritan Party had come to power during a time of great strife and pain and had won thanks to their leader's company; Isenville Industries, producing a new wave of GM foods that had been a lifesaver in a starving world. Unfortunately, their altruism had not extended to other facets of their political beliefs. The Puritans were extreme nationalists, a fact that was confirmed when a co-ordinated cyber and nuclear assault on the other world powers had left two-thirds of the world consumed by nuclear fire, leaving the renamed New America as the dominant and last surviving global superpower. US troops had then taken control of the remaining nations in a matter of months, establishing the largest global empire in the history of mankind. True democracy at home and abroad was swept aside, leaving only the Puritan controlled congresses and parliaments; all controlled by the Supreme Congress in Puritania, which itself bowed to the will of their leader: Supreme Chancellor Alexander Isinville. Their homefront policies were no more forgiving. As their name suggested, the Puritans were extreme conservatives and initiated harsh new laws on activities they saw as immoral. The expected comedowns had come first. Drug Dealers, Rapists, Murderers, Thieves; all faced the executioner if caught. Yet the Puritans did not stop there. In 2104, they passed the "Moral Indecencies" Act. These laws made a series of "moral evils" outlawed, punishable by death. This included vaping, cosplaying, unlicensed street performance, begging and several others. Yet the one that defined Tilly's life was the law that anyone who was found to have wet themselves over the age of seven would be imprisoned for life or executed; at the discretion of the local authorities. It was one of these cases on her desk that now caught Tilly's eyes. She opened the holodisk as the information was relayed to her through video and a soothing female AI voice: "Subject: Lucia Stone. Fourteen year old highschool student. Entered maths class at 10:02AM, displayed signs of desperation within half an hour. Attempted to leave but was denied by teacher, under the discretion laws". Tilly watched the video feed of the girl squirming in her plastic chair, clearly desperate and terrified of what would happen if she lost control. She also observed the teacher in the corner of the feed. Sick bastard was getting off on it, she realised. Not the desperation, the fear. He was enjoying her terror. "Subject Lucia Stone lost control at 11:14 AM, her accident immediately noted via communication relay to the authorities. Teacher Harold Williamson attempted to place her in custody when subject attacked him with chair and was able to escape the school grounds via the nearby sports field. End of video feed". Tilly watched with sympathy as the girl lost control in her final moments, the enhanced audio letting her every gasp, the quiet begging moans to her body, her urine racing out of her, pouring through her underwear. She could hear its deathly hiss against her skirt and the plastic chair, before the liquid pooled around her at her feet; as tears filled her eyes equally fast. She watched as the teacher grabbed the girl's shoulder and Lucia's grief turned to rage and her most basic survival instincts, whacking the arrogant fool with her piss soaked chair; observing her classmates shocked reactions as Lucia bolted, a stream of urine following behind her from her drenched clothes. "Subject Lucia Stone was last sighted in the Isinville Forest District four hours ago in school uniform. The subject is wanted on one charge of assault, one charge of public indecency and two charges of resisting arrest. Bounty is $15,000 dollars alive, $5000 dead. Currently one additional bounty hunter on case, Tobias Argyll". Tilly cringed at the mention of Tobias's name. A straight laced, old school and vicious bounty-hunter; former military, he would pump Lucia full of lead without a second thought. She had to get to her first. "Thomas!" Tilly called out to her secretary. An elderly, white haired but well dressed man. Polite to a fault. "Yes Mrs Jones?" "Inform Jonas that i'm taking on the Lucia case". "Of course m'am". Jones was her contact in the global resistance. Through him, Tilly investigated a number of cases and would save individuals caught by the regime's extreme laws, while Jonas got them new identities, homes and a fresh start; often by helping them fake their own death. If she could get to Lucia first, she'd survive this mess. It wasn't going to be easy. If Tobias got there first, it was all over. If he got there at the same time, the game was up for them both. Tilly knew she was playing a dangerous game. She would have to play it well. Or die. But then as she'd known for a long time... that was the way of the world she lived in. "Hold on Lucia. I'll be there as soon as I can". TO BE CONTINUED... PREVIEW FOR PART II: Lucia stumbled through the forest, her damp tights still clinging uncomfortably to her legs; yet she didn't even spare a thought to removing them. Her mind was consumed by panic, fear, self loathing. "Fuck!" she screamed, punching a nearby oak tree; hard. Wincing in pain, she rested against the tree and began to consider the madness of her situation. She'd woken up today with great friends, dreams of being an architect, a normal life, a future. She knew that she'd either go to sleep a fugitive or be dead. She couldn't believe how she'd lost everything from one stupid mistake and began to break down crying, emotion once again overwhelming her; though she sobbed silently, angry for screaming earlier and possibly attracting attention to herself. She didn't understand how it had happened. She'd drunk some orange juice in the cafeteria with her friends before the lesson but had felt fine until she was in maths. It was like she'd chugged a full pitcher or her bladder had shrunk three sizes down. The pressure had been unbearable. She could still feel that horrible moment when her piss slipped through her tight grip against her body, which then started shaking in relief. She remembered her math's teacher's staring gaze as she lost control. Those eyes would haunt her for the rest of her life. Suddenly, she heard a noise like footsteps and froze like a deer in headlights. Perhaps she'd not live long enough to be haunted after all...
Put these before but often I will repost them when I feel enough time has gone by as well as pages and people are looking for new story ideas. Feel free to add or change as much as you want maybe even combine certain ideas if you want too although I'd prefer if it were original made up characters and not ones based on something although I have some ideas for that separated below. All of these are female. A woman a mother is trying to potty train her daughter and is having difficulty doing so. As a last resort in trying to get her to use it she decides to demonstrate for her by using the training potty herself. Could continue to where the mother grows to like the notion of it and decides to keep peeing in her child's potty in secret. Up to you whether her husband or someone catches her or not. A woman again a mother most likely decides for the safety of her child to baby proof everything in the house. Of course this backfires when she needs to use the bathroom and can't open the child proof lock on the toilet. Up to you where to go from here and where she goes instead or if she manages to figure it out. Someone did this for me but someone else again is free to do it again. A woman's toilet in her house breaks resulting in it needing to be fixed. This of course becomes a problem when she needs to use the bathroom and there's no toilet working. Again up to you to decide where she ends up going. Maybe trying to pee discreetly somewhere without the guy fixing her toilet knowing so she doesn't get caught in an embarrassing scenario. A couple a woman and a man decide to buy a new toilet to replace their old one. Ultimately the husband ends up buying a sort of high tech toilet that has gadgets like it can clean itself or talk etc again up to you how that goes but ultimately the woman doesn't end up liking it but it's now bought so there's nothing she can do and she stubbornly refuses to use it. This of course becomes an issue when she needs to go to the bathroom and tries avoiding using it as she tries to find other ways or places to pee. Ultimately would end with her being forced to use the new toilet and coming around to liking it. A woman and maybe a friend along with her being arrested be it for an innocent crime or a legitimate one. Whatever the case may be the result would be they would have to share a holding cell until their bail comes in with a few other inmates who are waiting their bail and there would be a toilet to use in the cell if they needed to use it. However one of the woman who is arrested would be pee shy and is reluctant to use the toilet in the cell which becomes a problem when she has to pee. Ultimately she would end up using the toilet much to her embarrassment just as their bail comes in. Alternatively it could be something to where a woman or pair of women is arrested and they end up being imprisoned and have to stay there for awhile until they are released on good behaviour or they end up being proven innocent and they have to get used to life in prison including overcoming reluctance to use the toilet in the cell in front of their cellmates. The first example of the holding cell would probably be easier to write since it would be one and done. (Note: Someone did write this recently based on my suggestion. I admittedly debated on removing it but if you feel you've got an alternate take then feel free to write it if this one interests you) A couple move into together but the woman feels embarrassed going to the bathroom knowing her boyfriend is there. She tries to drown him out or ignore him but finds she can't. She's embarrassed by peeing and maybe later pooping or maybe can't do both but the point she tries to avoid going when he is around and not in front of him which becomes difficult as she tries to go to the bathroom in other places but can't keep rushing out all the time either. Eventually she ends up going with him around and in front of him as the two reconcile. An anthro human dog (basically a human looking woman who still squats to pee and has human instincts including wanting and being trained to use the toilet with some dog like features like a tail and ears) is fighting with her human instincts and dog instincts. Because of this she's reluctant to pee in places her dog side would have her pee like a tree/bushes/backyard or the mats dogs use in doors or fire hydrants and wants to prove she can use the toilet as she is trained to do so already when bought by someone who becomes her owner but she ends up having to go in those various places mentioned as she eventually comes to terms with her dog side and decides to alternate between both. I would use this story for inspiration (I wouldn't make it a simulation I would make it a regular world where anthro humans, humans and regular dogs and animals live together): Alternatively a normal woman decides to make a bet with her friend that she could survive being her pet dog for a day but finds it's more difficult then she realises such as being led on a leash, eating the dog food and needing to go to the bathroom as she ends up having to pee again the trees/bushes/backyard in order to commit to it and eventually when desperate in the public setting at first tries to pee in the park but ends up not being able to do so and pees on a the fire hydrant as they eventually come to terms with the bet with her friend winning proving it isn't easy. I had done a story like this on my old accunt but again I don't think I was good. A woman is shopping with someone and she becomes desperate to use the bathroom and the bathrooms end up being closed for whatever reason. Desperate she tries to find other ways to go to the bathroom as she eventually ends up in a bathroom store in the shopping centre and the idea of her being surrounded by display bathrooms and toilets makes her desperate more to the point she decides to pee in one of the shop's display toilets trying not to get caught by the store managers and the mall security or whatever. Up to you if she does or not finds a way out of it. Again I did this on my old account but wasn't good. A man and a woman a couple or friends or something ends up swapping bodies and have to get used to living life as each other including how to go to the bathroom as their respective gender. Again I did this on my old account but not good. Also to go away from scenarios that aren't based on anything I'd be interested in seeing people tackle superhero stories more. I mentioned before someone like Zatanna but maybe also the CW Arrowverse (I'd like to see Caitlin perhaps as herself or Killer Frost like what happens if she has to pee in that form does it freeze?). Also maybe the MCU as well. I've seen people do stories with Natasha but maybe have some of the other MCU women like Gamora (I did a story but didn't think I was good at it and anyone can do it if they wanted too) or Nebula given she's part cyborg who needs to eat still would she go to the bathroom? Someone did a story but I'd like to see more tackling of it. Another scenario would be Hope Van Dyne the Wasp gets shrunk and has to try and find a way to return to normal size especially when she needs to pee. Again I'd prefer it if she didn't entirely wet and up to you if she gets back to normal before she goes or finds another way while shrunk. There's also the TV side of things (Again I did one with Peggy Carter but that shouldn't stop someone else from doing one) like with Agent Carter as said or Agents of Shield's female characters like Daisy AKA Skye, Jemma, May etc. (I did adapt an implied scenario in Season 1 episode 4 but again anyone can do it or something else) Also in TV maybe some Friends and How I Met Your Mother scenarios. I'm thinking Monica for Friends and Robin for HIMYM. Also I am interested in seeing the desperation but uiltmately where the character ends up peeing and getting their relief not really for wetting. If you want that to be in there a little bit as part of the desperation I don't mind but again I don't want it to be the end result.
Okay! This is what I have so far! I have to finish it off tomorrow as I have some stuff to take care of, but here's entire story to the part where, well, read till the end to find out what happens when she reached maximum desperation. ;3 Nikki Halls, a beautiful woman looking for a night out with the girls, was getting ready to head out. She walked up to her closet and opened the door to find something good to wear for her night out. Nikki was a wonderful looking woman. She had the curves of a model, the face of a Brazilian hottie, and the ass of a Kardashian. Her boobs were a gorgeous D, shaped so perfectly. She sometimes loved teasing the boys in public by not wearing a bra, and just letting them flop all about. She was perfect for a 22 year old girl! "Hmm... What should I wear for my night?" Nikki asked herself as she looked through her closet, trying to find something cute but revealing to wear. She pulled out a pair of black tights, and held them out in front of her to examine them. "Ooh! These are perfect! These are definitely a must!" Nikki said happily as she tossed them onto her bed. She then browsed her closet for something to wear for her beautiful curvy torso. She looked at a black leather jacket for a few moments, then pushed it aside and looked at a black shirt. She pulled it out and looked at it. It was a black, long, thin spandex shirt. This would show her curves perfectly! "This is perfect! This would go great with my pants!" she said as she smiled. She tossed the shirt on her bed, next to the tights she tossed there earlier. Then she closed her closet and walked over to her dresser. She opened her panty drawer. She pulled out a pair of black panties, and examined them. These were her favourite panties. These panties gave her so much pleasure. Not because they rubbed her off. Not because they saved her life. These were her favourite panties because she had so much fun in them. Nikki secretely loved being desperate for a poo. She always held it in whenever she could, and enjoyed having near-accidents, but somehow always managed to make it. She did have another kink of hers, however. She also enjoyed farting. Mainly desperate farts. She had always enjoyed letting out a long, wet shart right into her pants before going potty to relieve her desperation. Her panties weren't anything like a thong. They were almost like boxers. They were comfortable, and quite dirty at that. She never washed them, so any sharts or skidmarks or any cum that shot out into them remained there. "Ooh~ My favourite pair!" She said as she giggled. She took off her towel that she wore after getting out of the shower, and threw it onto the ground. She was bare naked, her beautiful body revealed. Her boobs flopped lower and bounced a little as she dropped her towel, causing her to giggle. "Hehe~ bouncy little ones, aren't ya?" She managed to say as she giggled. She then examined her favourite pair of panties. They smelled quite like a stinky fart, and had a little skidmark towards the seat of them. No cum stains could he seen since they were black, but she new there was something there. Nikki bent over, and lifted her left leg up, and placed her left leghole of her panties where her left foot would go, then did the same for the right side. Then she pulled them up, and slid them snuggly into position. She blushed lightly as she felt a bit of dampness in the rear from the skidmark that was put there quite recently. "Hehe~ I'm already getting excited!" Nikki said ecstatically. These panties were definitely going to get stinky tonight! She walked over to her bed, and grabbed her bra that was hanging on her bedstand. She positioned it over her massive boobs, then strapped it in place. Her boobs lifted up, looking even larger as she strapped it on. She then picked up her tights, and sat down on her bed. She felt the skidmark in the rear of her panties, giggling more as she pulled her tights on. Nikki then pulled her black shirt on, and was ready for her night. Her friends said they would meet her at the new local nightclub, Midnight 9. She walked out into her kitchen, grabbed her purse, and made her way to the door. Her stomach then gurgled quietly right as she reached the door, and smirked. She had to fart. "Oohoo~ Already starting, are we?" She said as she bent forward and started pushing. A low pitched, crackly fart escaped her bum as she moaned quietly with relief. She placed her hand on her bum, and farted into her hand. The tights she's wearing would hold this stink for a bit, making her feel a little naughty. Once she finished farting, she moved her hand right below her nose and sniffed. She stiffled a giggle as she sniffed. "Well well, what a cute little fart! Something tells me tonight is gonna be fun!" She said as she opened the door and went outside. She closed the door behind her, then began making her way to her car. She opened the driver door, and sat down inside the car seat. She shut the door, and put the car key into the ignition, and twisted, turning the car on. She put it in gear, then backed out of the driveway. Her stomach gurgled again, making her feel her need to poo slightly worsen. She groaned quietly as the pain worsened, then let out a quiet fart. This made the inside of her car slightly smell of her fart. This caused her to blush. After about 35 minutes, she arrived at the club. Her need to poo got worse, making her slightly more desperate. She parked her car out in front of the club, and looked around. She didn't see her friend's cars anywhere, but shrugged it off, assuming that they parked on another street. Her stomach gurgled again, then she opened the car door, and shut up, walking up to the club's entrance. There was a club bouncer there who makes sure only people on the list get in to avoid any funny business. She approached the bouncer. He bore a name tag, with the name "Tom" on the front. "Name?" Tom asked as Nikki approached him. He had an aggressive and strong stance and look, slightly intimidating Nikki. She somehow managed to hide her desperation from showing. "Nikki. Nikki Halls." She told the menacing bouncer. He then glanced down at his clipboard for a few moment, then to Nikki and nodded as he opened the door for her. As she walked in, he glanced at her ass as well, and smirked. "Damn, what an ass.." Tom mumbled quietly to himself. Little did he know that ass gave Nikki pleasure in her own little way. Nikki walked down a flight of stairs, and entered the main area of Midnight 9. It wasn't that big if a club, but looked very deluxe. There was a dance floor, the floor being constant flashing square lights that change colours. The dancefloor had many beautiful ladies and handsome men dancing there, having the night of their life. Nikki looked around, and couldn't find her friends anywhere. After 10 minutes of searching, she could not find her friends anywhere. They had ditched her. She was getting very desperate for a poo, her stomach gurgling more violently this time. She walked to the bar, and took her seat on a stool. A rather handsome man sat next to her. She lifted her bum off the seat, and let out a slightly gurgly fart, but unable to be heard due to the loud music playing in the club. This fart smelled quite a bit like poo, meaning that soon, there will be no air to push out, but rather, a big mess. Nikki got the attention of the bartender, and asked her for a martini. Out of the corner of Nikki's eye, she could see the man next to her slightly blushing. "Lemme pay for that for you." He said to Nikki, then slid a couple bucks towards the bartender as she gave Nikki her drink. Nikki turned towards the mysterious man, and nodded as she thanked him. "Thank you! You're so kind!" She said to him, then took a sip from her martini. "I'm Alex! What's your name, cutie?" Alex said to Nikki as he still had a faint tint of blush plastered on his cheeks. "I'm Nikki!" she said to Alex. Nikki quite liked Alex's look. He looked very handsome. Nikki, on the other hand, had a look of desperation. She was very desperate for a poo now. She then looked down at his crotch, and noticed a bulge that was growing. Alex was getting turned on. Possibly by her desperation? "You getting excited there, big boy?" Nikki said teasingly to Alex. He had just realized himself being turned on. "Y-yeah.. It's just.. You're cute and, well.." Alex continued as he began mumbling. "What were you gonna say, Alex?" Nikki interrogated as she leaned closer, lifting her bum up a bit, and letting out a gurgly fart, causing the air around them to reek of the stink of Nikki's fart. This caused Alex to get turned on more. "Is that you making that.. Smell?" Alex inquired. "Yeah, it is. I gotta poo really badly!" Nikki said as she blushed. She squirmed a little as if to support her point. "That's quite.. Hot!" Alex said to Nikki. She then looked at him with widened eyes. "Oh you think me holding it in is hot~?" Nikki teased. Alex nodded as he got as hard as he could. His jeans showed his boner very clearly. Nikki reached down and placed her hand on the bulge, giggling as she looked at Alex, biting her lip. "You dirty boy~ Well I think I should go to the bathroom before I actually... Oogh... Have an accident." Nikki said. Her saying 'accident' suddenly made her a little wet in her nether region. Little did she know that Alex had a kink for desperation. He loved seeing a girl desperate for a potty, and also enjoyed watching a lady just let loose in her pants. "Don't you wanna tease this naughty boy some more, baby~?" Alex charismatically inquired to Nikki. "A-alright baby~" Nikki said back in quite a seductive voice. She was a little worried. She never tried messing before. She hopes she could hold out longer for Alex. She squirmed as she sat on the stool, and finished her martini. She slightly wanted to see where this night would go. Maybe it's a good thing her friends weren't here. She met this really hot guy who likes seeing her desperate. "How's about we head back to my place, baby~? I got a bathroom and a bedroom so you can get pleasure from both places~" Alex said as he gave a little seductive wink. Nikki got wetter, and wanted to have fun. "Okay, tough guy~ I'll be sure to let you have fun~" Nikki said seductively. Alex then led her up the club's stairs, and out the door. Nikki's need to poo was getting very unbearable. She would need to use the bathroom as soon as she got to Alex's home! Nikki decided to keep her car paeked where it was, and will take care of the ticket when she got home, that is if she did get a ticket. Nikki got into the passenger seat of Alex's car, and closed the door. Her stomach gurgled violently, then her bowels rumbled deeply as she groaned. Then Alex got into the driver seat, and shut the door. Nikki lifted her bum, and pushed out a very bubbly fart as Alex turned the car on. This fart lasted quite a long time, and was very relieving to get out. The car began to stink up of Nikki's relief, causing Alex to get turned on again. Then a sudden squish sound emanated from Nikki's rear as her fart abruptly stopped, then she blushed deeply. Her rear was a little wet. Nikki had just sharted in her tights.
Hey man! I have finished your requested piece of fiction! It can be found here in the comments, as well as on my profile and in the "Fiction and Fanfiction" section! Enjoy? Nikki Halls, a beautiful woman looking for a night out with the girls, was getting ready to head out. She walked up to her closet and opened the door to find something good to wear for her night out. Nikki was a wonderful looking woman. She had the curves of a model, the face of a Brazilian hottie, and the ass of a Kardashian. Her boobs were a gorgeous D, shaped so perfectly. She sometimes loved teasing the boys in public by not wearing a bra, and just letting then flop all about. She was perfect for a 22 year old girl! "Hmm... What should I wear for my night?" Nikki asked herself as she looked through her closet, trying to find something cute but revealing to wear. She pulled out a pair of black tights, and held them out in front of her to examine them. "Ooh! These are perfect! These are definitely a must!" Nikki said happily as she tossed them onto her bed. She then browsed her closet for something to wear for her beautiful curvy torso. She looked at a black leather jacket for a few moments, then pushed it aside and looked at a black shirt. She pulled it out and looked at it. It was a black, long, thin spandex shirt. This would show her curves perfectly! "This is perfect! This would go great with my pants!" she said as she smiled. She tossed the shirt on her bed, next to the tights she tossed there earlier. Then she closed her closet and walked over to her dresser. She opened her panty drawer. She pulled out a pair of black panties, and examined them. These were her favourite panties. These panties gave her so much pleasure. Not because they rubbed her off. Not because they saved her life. These were her favourite panties because she had so much fun in them. Nikki secretely loved being desperate for a poo. She always held it in whenever she could, and enjoyed having near-accidents, but somehow always managed to make it. She did have another kink of hers, however. She also enjoyed farting. Mainly desperate farts. She had always enjoyed letting out a long, wet shart right into her pants before going potty to relieve her desperation. Her panties weren't anything like a thong. They were almost like boxers. They were comfortable, and quite dirty at that. She never washed them, so any sharts or skidmarks or any cum that shot out into them remained there. "Ooh~ My favourite pair!" She said as she giggled. She took off her towel that she wore after getting out of the shower, and threw it onto the ground. She was bare naked, her beautiful body revealed. Her boobs flopped lower and bounced a little as she dropped her towel, causing her to giggle. "Hehe~ bouncy little ones, aren't ya?" She managed to say as she giggled. She then examined her favourite pair of panties. They smelled quite like a stinky fart, and had a little skidmark towards the seat of them. No cum stains could he seen since they were black, but she knew there was something there. Nikki bent over, and lifted her left leg up, and placed her left leghole of her panties where her left foot would go, then did the same for the right side. Then she pulled them up, and slid them snuggly into position. She blushed lightly as she felt a bit of dampness in the rear from the skidmark that was put there quite recently. "Hehe~ I'm already getting excited!" Nikki said ecstatically. These panties were definitely going to get stinky tonight! She walked over to her bed, and grabbed her bra that was hanging on her bedstand. She positioned it over her massive boobs, then strapped it in place. Her boobs lifted up, looking even larger as she strapped it on. She then picked up her tights, and sat down on her bed. She felt the skidmark in the rear of her panties, giggling more as she pulled her tights on. Nikki then pulled her black shirt on, and was ready for her night. Her friends said they would meet her at the new local nightclub, Midnight 9. She walked out into her kitchen, grabbed her purse, and made her way to the door. Her stomach then gurgled quietly right as she reached the door, and smirked. She had to fart. "Oohoo~ Already starting, are we?" She said as she bent forward and started pushing. A low pitched, crackly fart escaped her bum as she moaned quietly with relief. She placed her hand on her bum, and farted into her hand. The tights she's wearing would hold this stink for a bit, making her feel a little naughty. Once she finished farting, she moved her hand right below her nose and sniffed. She stiffled a giggle as she sniffed. "Well well, what a cute little fart! Something tells me tonight is gonna be fun!" She said as she opened the door and went outside. She closed the door behind her, then began making her way to her car. She opened the driver door, and sat down inside the car seat. She shut the door, and put the car key into the ignition, and twisted, turning the car on. She put it in gear, then backed out of the driveway. Her stomach gurgled again, making her feel her need to poo slightly worsen. She groaned quietly as the pain worsened, then let out a quiet fart. This made the inside of her car slightly smell of her fart. This caused her to blush. After about 35 minutes, she arrived at the club. Her need to poo got worse, making her slightly more desperate. She parked her car out in front of the club, and looked around. She didn't see her friend's cars anywhere, but shrugged it off, assuming that they parked on another street. Her stomach gurgled again, then she opened the car door, and shut it, walking up to the club's entrance. There was a club bouncer there who makes sure only people on the list get in to avoid any funny business. She approached the bouncer. He bore a name tag, with the name "Tom" on the front. "Name?" Tom asked as Nikki approached him. He had an aggressive and strong stance and look, slightly intimidating Nikki. She somehow managed to hide her desperation from showing. "Nikki. Nikki Halls." She told the menacing bouncer. He then glanced down at his clipboard for a few moment, then to Nikki and nodded as he opened the door for her. As she walked in, he glanced at her ass and smirked. "Damn, what an ass.." Tom mumbled quietly to himself. Little did he know that ass gave Nikki pleasure in her own little way. Nikki walked down a flight of stairs, and entered the main area of Midnight 9. It wasn't that big of a club, but looked very deluxe. There was a dance floor, the floor being constant flashing square lights that changed colours. The dancefloor had many beautiful ladies and handsome men dancing there, having the night of their life. Nikki looked around, and couldn't find her friends anywhere. After 10 minutes of searching, she could not find her friends anywhere. They had ditched her. She was getting very desperate for a poo, her stomach gurgling more violently this time. She walked to the bar, and took her seat on a stool. A rather handsome man sat next to her. She lifted her bum off the seat, and let out a slightly gurgly fart, but unable to be heard due to the loud music playing in the club. This fart smelled quite a bit like poo, meaning that soon, there will be no air to push out, but rather, a big mess. Nikki got the attention of the bartender, and asked her for a martini. Out of the corner of Nikki's eye, she could see the man next to her slightly blushing. "Lemme pay for that for you." He said to Nikki, then slid a couple bucks towards the bartender as she gave Nikki her drink. Nikki turned towards the mysterious man, and nodded as she thanked him. "Thank you! You're so kind!" She said to him, then took a sip from her martini. "I'm Alex! What's your name, cutie?" Alex said to Nikki as he still had a faint tint of blush plastered on his cheeks. "I'm Nikki!" she said to Alex. Nikki quite liked Alex's look. He looked very handsome. Nikki, on the other hand, had a look of desperation. She was very desperate for a poo now. She then looked down at his crotch, and noticed a bulge that was growing. Alex was getting turned on. Possibly by her desperation? "You getting excited there, big boy?" Nikki said teasingly to Alex. He had just realized himself being turned on. "Y-yeah.. It's just.. You're cute and, well.." Alex continued as he began mumbling. "What were you gonna say, Alex?" Nikki interrogated as she leaned closer, lifting her bum up a bit, and letting out a gurgly fart, causing the air around them to reek of the stink of Nikki's fart. This caused Alex to get turned on more. "Is that you making that.. Smell?" Alex inquired. "Yeah, it is. I gotta poo really badly!" Nikki said as she blushed. She squirmed a little as if to support her point. "That's quite.. Hot!" Alex said to Nikki. She then looked at him with widened eyes. "Oh you think me holding it in is hot~?" Nikki teased. Alex nodded as he got as hard as he could. His jeans showed his boner very clearly. Nikki reached down and placed her hand on the bulge, giggling as she looked at Alex, biting her lip. "You dirty boy~ Well I think I should go to the bathroom before I actually... Oogh... Have an accident." Nikki said. Her saying 'accident' suddenly made her a little wet in her nether region. Little did she know that Alex had a kink for desperation. He loved seeing a girl desperate for a potty, and also enjoyed watching a lady just let loose in her pants. "Don't you wanna tease this naughty boy some more, baby~?" Alex charismatically inquired to Nikki. "A-alright baby~" Nikki said back in quite a seductive voice. She was a little worried. She never tried messing before. She hopes she could hold out longer for Alex. She squirmed as she sat on the stool, and finished her martini. She slightly wanted to see where this night would go. Maybe it's a good thing her friends weren't here. She met this really hot guy who likes seeing her desperate. "How's about we head back to my place, baby~? I got a bathroom and a bedroom so you can get pleasure from both places~" Alex said as he gave a little seductive wink. Nikki got wetter, and wanted to have fun. "Okay, tough guy~ I'll be sure to let you have fun~" Nikki said seductively. Alex then led her up the club's stairs, and out the door. Nikki's need to poo was getting very unbearable. She would need to use the bathroom as soon as she got to Alex's home! Nikki decided to keep her car paeked where it was, and will take care of the ticket when she got home, that is if she did get a ticket. Nikki got into the passenger seat of Alex's car, and closed the door. Her stomach gurgled violently, then her bowels rumbled deeply as she groaned. Then Alex got into the driver seat, and shut the door. Nikki lifted her bum, and pushed out a very bubbly fart as Alex turned the car on. This fart lasted quite a long time, and was very relieving to get out. The car began to stink up of Nikki's relief, causing Alex to get turned on again. Then a sudden squish sound emanated from Nikki's rear as her fart abruptly stopped, then she blushed deeply. Her rear was a little wet. Nikki had just sharted in her tights. "W-what was that sound?" Alex inquired, even though he had a good guess as to what just happened in the seat of Nikki's pants. "I just sharted, baby~ I just couldn't hold it in anymore! It was a messy little fart of mine!" Nikki answered in a slightly seductive voice. She moved her butt around in the seat, causing the small amount of mush in her pants to mush around with her butt. She blushed at the feeling. "I thought so." Alex said as his pants bulged out in the front again. Alex sure was having a dream come true tonight! After 5 minutes of driving, they both arrived at Alex's house. Nikki had the car really stinked up with the smell of her accidental release. Alex enjoyed every moment in that car. Alex then opened his car door, and began walking to the front porch of his home. Nikki did the same, waiting behind Alex. She had one hand on her belly, and the other on her rear as she whined quietly, getting to the peak of desperation. "Ooogh hurry Alex! I gotta goooooo!" Nikki whined as she squirmed in place. Alex then unlocked the front door and walked in, Nikki following behind. "The bathroom is up the flight of steps, down the hall, and to the right!" Alex chimed to Nikki. As Alex walked into his living room, Nikki began making her way up the steps. After about 2 steps, Nikki's stomach and bowels gurgled as a very bubbly fart escaped her bum. She blushed as she pushed it out, then continued making her way up the stairs. Nikki arrived at the top of the steps, then began walking, or waddling slowly considering her circumstances, down the long hallway. She took arrived at the end of the hall, and looked at a door on the right side. The door had a label written on it. It read 'bathroom'. Maybe Alex had do many visitors over that he had to label the restroom. Nikki slowly waddled up to the door, and placed her hand on the door handle. She attempted to turn the knob, but it didn't move. "W-what..? Aw come on!" Nikki cried as she jiggled the door handle more with no luck. Nikki refused to believe the truth, but the door was jammed. Just as she tried one more time, her stomach gurgled violently. She groaned as she placed both hands on her belly. "Nononononono! I'm so close! I gotta make!" Nikki cried as she stared at the door. But there was no use in trying to deny it. The inevitable was going to happen, whether Nikki liked it or not. Her bowels rumbled deeply as she placed both hands on her rear, and a sudden squish emanated from her rear. "Nonooo!" Nikki whined, but there was no use in complaining. The inevitable was happening. A bubbly crackle sounded from her rear as a bulge began to form on her tights. Her hands began getting pushed further from her rear as a mound of mush grew in the seat of her pants. The crackling soon changed to a splorching and squelching sound as the mess pouring from her butt and into her pants and panties grew softer and wetter. Gushing sounds blew from her rear as the bulge began to grow to enormous proportions. The bulge just grew bigger with each bit of mush being pushed into her tights. Nikki placed one hand on her mouth as the other remained on the bulge. She blushed as she just gave up, and started pushing. A loud squelch sounded as a torrent of mush evacuated into her already soiled pants. Her tights couldn't bulge out anymore, so her growing mess spread out more across her bum, like a smelly pancake. It began working it's way up towards her back, but her tights wouldn't allow for leaks. Squish sounds were heard as her panties could hold no more, and the wet mush began pouring from her panty leg holes and into the back of her tight's legs. The rear of her tight's legs began bulging out and the mush worked it's way down her legs. Nikki pushed put the remainder of her mess, and blushed deeply. The inevitable happened to Nikki. Nikki just shit her pants. "Oh my god.. I just.. Messed myself.." Nikki mumbled quietly to herself. She needed to tell Alex tge door was locked. Otherwise she'd be stuck in the messy pants. Nikki began waddling down the hallway to the stairs, then began walking down them. About halfway down the stairs, Nikki let out a disgusting fart. The mess in her soiled pants made the fart sound very bubbly. She continued down the stairs, then turned left and entered the living room. "Well there you are, Nikki! Did you relieve yourself?" Alex asked. She nodded shyly, then looked at Alex. "What's wrong, love?" Alex inquired. Then Nikki turned around, revealing the massive, brown bulge in the seat of her black tights. "Oh my god... That's hot~" Alex said seductively. Nikki then waddled over to Alex on the couch, then pushed him down onto his back, and crawled on top of him. She took his hand, and placed it on the bulge in the back of her pants. "Then let's have some fun, hot stuff~" Nikki whispered into Alex's ear as she began roughly kissing him. They were definitely going to have plenty of fun tonight!
(I've seen some omo splatoon fanfics. But i've yet to see one involving the Octo Expansion. Wich is why I decided to make this.) The Deep Sea Metro....A subway system operated by Kamabo Co. Inside this train,Agent 8 was sitting down next to an old man. Agent 8,Along with everyone else who was inside the metro,Were trapped in this subway and need to pass some tests in order to reach the "promised land" as the conductor of the subway called it. Agent 8 was currently waiting for the metro to stop at their next text. While she was sitting down,Her was shaking one of her legs. She and the old man next to her were walking around for 15 minutes before they found the metro. And she just completed her first test wich took her about 2 minutes. During all that time,She hasn't had the chance to use the bathroom. She already asked the conductor of the train if there was a bathroom,But unfortunately for her the answer was no. "Is everything okay,Agent 8?" Agent 8 turned to the old man and created a fake smile. "I'm fine,Captain. I'm just feeling a bit nervous for my next test,that's all." Agent 8 then looked out of the window and saw the black void they were traveling through. "Test Subject 10.008?" Agent 8 turned around and saw the conductor of the train,C.Q. Cumber. "We'll be arriving at station A06 soon." Agent 8 sighed and got off the seat. She prayed there was some way she could relieve herself during the next text. She made her way to the Metro exit and waited for the Metro to stop. Once the Metro stopped,She stepped out and grabbed a blaster. She headed towards the entrance and payed the test fee. She then shot some ink in front of her and transformed into an Octopus to swim in it. As she was swimming in her ink whoever,she felt her bladder hurt even more. Agent 8 jumped out of the water and placed a hand on her crotch. She took a deep breath before she continued walking forward. To her horror however,There were a bunch of bounce pads in front of her. And no solid ground. Agent 8 needed to bounce on those pads to get to the other side,wich she was sure would make it difficult to hold it in. Seeing as she had to no the choice,She Jumped off the ramp and started bouncing on the pads. While she was bouncing forward and holding onto her crotch,she saw an Ink Piston. She bounced over the piston and landed on another bounce pad,wich she used to reach some solid ground. Once 8 landed on the solid ground,She quickly grabbed her crotch with both hands. She started fidgeting a bit until she felt the pain in her bladder disappear slightly. She shoot some ink forward with her blaster and transformed into her Octopus form. Whoever,she quickly transformed back into her humanoid form and placed her hands between her legs. being in her Octopus form made it more difficult for her to hold it. "Agent 8? Agent 8,Come in!" 8 yelped and felt a small spurt escape from her body. She grabbed her crotch again and answered her device. "W-What is it,Cap?" "How is the test going?" "It's going pretty well,Captain." 8 said as she fidgeted in place. "Good. Keep at it and we'll reach the promised land in no time!" Agent 8 laughed before ending the call and continuing the test. For the remainder off the test,Agent 8 had to bounce on multiple bounce pads and speed up by using dash tracks. Both of wich made it more difficult for Agent 8 to keep control of her bladder. She's been making her way through the station for a couple of minutes and her bladder got fuller and fuller each second. Another minute later,Agent 8 saw a launch pad in front of her. Agent 8 whined and transformed into an Octopus. She then launched herself towards the next section of the station. Upon landing however,Agent 8 crossed her legs and tightened her grip between her legs. She stood still for a few seconds while looking around. She saw the goal up ahead,But she once again saw multiple bounce pads. She whined as she was hopping in place. "(I'm reaching my limit! If I bounce one more time,I'm going to lose it!)" Agent 8 though to herself as she looked around. She then saw a bunch of crates close to a fence near the ledge of the platform she was standing on. "(Should i?)" 8 looked around to make sure nobody was watching. "(It's either there,Or my panties)" Agent 8 slowly made her way towards the crates and hid behind them. She was about to unzip her skirt when all of the sudden,a green ball of Ink struck her. She sudden attack made her lose control of her bladder for a split second,Allowing another spurt to escape. She crossed her legs and kept her hands between them while she was hopping in place. She looked up and saw two Octotroopers preparing to shoot at her. She grabbed her blaster and fired at them. Once of them got hit by a shot and exploded while the other fired another ball at 8. 8 transformed into an Octopus and swam out of the way. Just a second later however,she transported back into her humanoid form. She started bouncing on the spot with one hand on her crotch. She used the other hand to shoot at the Octotrooper. The Octotrooper was hit by the shoot and it exploded. 8 sighed and looked at the box she wanted to hide behind. The box was destroyed because of the Octotroopers. 8 groaned while she bounced on the spot. She looked around to make sure nobody was watching her. She let out a sigh and walked back to the spot where she was planning to pee. She took one more good look at her surroundings before unzipping her skirt and pulling down. As she was pulling it down,A couple of pink drops landed on her panties. 8 quickly squatted and looked around one last time before relaxing. After a few seconds of hesitating,she let out a stream of pink urine. She let out a relieved sigh as she saw looked at the slightly pink puddle that was being created below her. She kept relaxing and letting out what she's been holding. After a few seconds,Her stream weakened and disappeared. "(Ugh....There's nothing to wipe with...)" Agent 8 looked at her panties,wich had a wet,pink spot on them. She pulled them back up and shivered a bit before stepping away from the spot. She looked right in front of her and saw the platform with the goal on it. She then looked at the bounce pads and smiled. Now that she no longer had to deal with a full bladder,She jumped on the bounce pads until she reached the goal.
A large crowd had already gathered in the wing of the cathedral which held its confessionals by the time Anna’s family had made their way over. Fortunately, the clergy appeared to have anticipated this, and several parish priests came forward to staff each of the austere wooden booths. Even so, the sight of the lines now forming before her seemed to thicken the air in Anna’s throat and amplify the rush of blood in her head. She closed her eyes. The journey into town had been long that morning, starting well before sunrise. It was a grand occasion - the bishop had finally returned with news of the new doctrines laid out for the faithful at the recent Lateran Council in Rome. Families had come from all corners of the countryside to hear him speak. Anna's family had joined the procession of nearly everyone in their village, save the old and sick, making their way to the cathedral. Unfortunately, being caught in the midst of this crowded caravan for several hours meant that she had not had a chance to relieve herself since leaving home. Though she had seen other girls dashing brazenly off to squat in the high grass of the moor beside the road, she was much too shy to do the same. And in any case, it had not been so pressing then. The line was moving glacially. Anna realized that one of her legs had been rocking and stopped it, her cheeks growing red. She shot furtive glances at the faces of her family around her, but saw no sign that they had noticed anything yet. She returned her gaze to the penitents ahead. One of the more interesting edicts of the day was one which demanded all Christians confess every unabsolved sin they had ever committed before the clergy. Considering the spans of time they spent in the gaunt little rooms, the congregants had a mixed understanding of the meaning of this. Why, Anna mused, did it seem that the most pious among them had the most guilt to unload from their souls? The conscience can be cruel, she reflected. The more fervently one seeks to appease it, the more outrageous its demands become. Her family was quiet. Her father had suggested that they use the time to plan out their confessions. Anna found it difficult to concentrate. She was struggling to keep the urgency of her needs from showing, and every time she began to catalog her sins, her recollection was broken by a new pang of desperation. She stared at the confessional, still a few heads beyond her. When I get inside, she thought, I’ll be hidden, I can hold myself and take a breath and then regain my composure before I come out. It won’t be long now… “Don’t you worry, dear!” A heavy hand came down on Anna’s shoulder, startling her. She jolted and swung around to find the wrinkled face of her mother just behind her. “I know it’s not easy at your age to go about telling your secrets, but remember that God's forgiven worse than the likes of you before!” The old woman chuckled to herself and gave her daughter a reassuring grin before returning to her own examination of conscience. Anna’s heart pounded. Was it her imagination or was there a slight warmth spreading through her undergarments? Had that small surprise been enough to surpass her self-control? Not daring to look down and risk drawing attention to herself should there be anything to see, she clasped her hands in front of her and slowly pressed them against her crotch. Her fingers felt slick. Anna was paralyzed for a moment before she realized that the top of her hands too were moist. They’re covered in sweat. But she had to be sure. Using every bit of willpower to keep her movements steady, Anna raised her locked hands to her chest and looked down solemnly, hoping the gesture would be taken by any onlookers for prayer. They would not be wrong. O Lord, have mercy, don’t let me wet myself now… Nothing was visible from the outside, thankfully. She let out a soft sigh of relief. “Anna dear,” Her mother again. Her younger sister was walking back from the booth, which now stood open before her. Trembling, Anna entered the confessional, still praying silently that she could hold out just a little longer. The moment the heavy door was shut behind her she fell to her knees and grabbed herself with both hands, inadvertently letting a quiet moan leave her lips as she felt her pussy swell with the pressure. In the dim light filtering through the doorway, she could make out a cross hanging on the wall before her. To her right was a small grated window to the priest’s adjoining cell. "I make confession to God,” she began nervously, "and to my Lady Mary, and to you, sir priest - ” Anna's voice broke abruptly as a light spurt escaped her. It was unmistakable this time, and she had to fight to regain control. She gripped herself harder, pulling her dress tightly around her waist as her fingers pushed firmly through its fine cloth. As she did she felt a new sensation, a growing pleasure which was certainly new but not altogether distinct from the throbbing of her bladder. An awful silence passed, the priest waiting for her to continue, Anna too terrified to think of anything but holding herself. Finally, the priest spoke: “May I suggest recalling the last time you confessed your sins to God?” It was an imperative, not an invitation. To her horror, Anna recognized the gruff voice as that of her own parish priest. Would he recognize hers? “T’was in the spring, on the first Sunday of Lent.” This was true, and it was incriminating, but Anna dared not lie in this holiest of places. To sin even as she asked for reconciliation would surely provoke God’s indignation. “Then let us start with the sins committed on Lent's first Monday.” Anna tried again to concentrate on this impossible recollection when she felt her desperation build suddenly, a new pressure mounting from her bladder. Panic was setting in in earnest now. I can't, she thought, God would not let me humiliate myself here, any moment He’ll save me, He must, I only need to hold it until then. Maybe this will be like the story of Abraham and Isaac, maybe God will only intervene just as I abandon myself to doing the unthinkable… Another spurt came out, hissing into the bunched-up fabric of her dress. Anna felt heat against her hands this time. A tiny trickle made its way down the inside of her thigh, and she pressed her legs together to stop it from reaching the floor. She was beginning to feel very alone. Eli eli, lama sabachthani? Despite the momentary release, the intensity of the need inside her did not let up. Instead, the hot wetness of the undergarments clinging to her pussy quickened the weakening of her body and her willpower. Anna clutched herself with as much force as her quivering hands could give, rubbing through the soft wet cloth to push back the flood for just another second. As she did so she realized that the feeling it produced seemed to ease the pressure of her bladder. Seizing on this, she started to rub faster, savoring the sweet relief that now swept in waves through her body. “I understand that the discipline of self-examination does not come easily to all…” The stern voice from the other cell pierced her through a haze of pulsating pleasure. The priest continued, now with a softer tone: “Allow me then to help you see yourself in the Lord’s mirror, in which nothing is hidden, in which all that would be kept in darkness is exposed to His light.” Anna bit her lip as her mind was pulled back to where she was, bent over and kneeling with her knees pressed together in her tiny room. Dozens of people waited outside, and one man sat just an arm’s length away, separated by only a thin wooden wall. Frantically she tried to regain her rhythm but the motions of her hands became nervous and erratic. “Perhaps it is best to begin with the longings of the flesh. For as St. Augustine teaches, the body is the soul’s first gateway to sin, and salvation is denied to those whose souls place the will of the flesh above the will of the spirit.” Tears welled in Anna's eyes as he said this, and the shame of what she was doing became unbearable. She forced herself to stop rubbing. The aching of her bladder returned painfully, but now for a renewed fear of God she dared not resist one of her body's longings only by giving in to another. “Can you confess that you are familiar with the longings of the flesh?” The priest’s voice had grown louder, his tone higher. “I… I confess”, Anna stammered. Her breathing had become heavy, and her heartbeat throbbed in her head. A sudden leak came out, and instinctively her hands shot back to her pussy to stop it. Her drawers were becoming thoroughly saturated between the legs, and she felt wetness spreading slowly over the lower half of her buttocks and dripping down onto her shaking legs below. “Will you confess your failure to repress the pleasures your body offers?” the priest demanded, his voice growing louder still. “I confess”, Anna gasped as another burst came out, lasting long enough this time for her to process the ecstatic rush of release. She could feel hot piss running down both thighs, its sensation making her muscles spasm. She knew she was crying audibly now. With immense strength of will she cut it off after several endless seconds, and immediately the awful idea that she could have stopped it sooner rocked her with guilt. "Will you reveal the measure of your weakness before the Lord?” Anna's mind reeled in panic and exhaustion as confessional walls shrunk around her. The most minimal lapse in effort now sent more piss streaming into her already soaking drawers. Waves of spine-chilling shame and waves of burning, euphoric pleasure pulsed through her as it came, alternating rapidly until their friction seemed to fuse them together. The realization that she couldn’t hold it any longer came to her as if in a dream. With a final, violent convulsion she surrendered completely, piss spilling through her fingers and soaking her dress, running down her legs and pooling on the floor. Though she sensed the darkened fabric clinging to her skin, she had never felt more completely naked. "The sinner whose shame is laid bare before the Lord is the most beautiful in His eyes..." Distantly, Anna saw her growing puddle beneath her reaching the crack of light under the confessional door, and knew that the priest, the bishop, all who had gathered would know the sacrilege she had committed, the exact measure of her weakness. Still, she could not stop it. Her broken will groveled at the foot of a monstrous edifice of pain and pleasure, one she had been constructing all day. This was the form of her confession, the boundless truth she had to make known. "You are absolved."
Léa was sitting in the kitchen of her mother's flat in Neuilly, a prosperous and rather genteel suburb of Paris, sipping black coffee but ignoring the half-eaten croissant that lay on her plate. It was Saturday morning, a week after her return from London, and she was feeling at a low ebb despite the bright sunshine of a cold, crisp November day. She had two days of dull boredom to look forward to before she returned to her lycée and the relentless teasing of the clique of girls who had persecuted her throughout her school life. It had, of course, never occurred to her that the group was now actually jealous of her for being singled out to attend a high-powered mathematics seminar, for making a week-long trip to London unaccompanied, for the publicly delivered praise she had received from her professeurs for the positive impression she had made on the Imperial College staff and, most unforgivably of all, for returning looking far more poised, self-confident and chic than the timid little mouse they were used to disparaging so easily. Léa had even started to attract approving looks from some of the boys in the school. For Léa the worst thing of all was that her relationship with Daniel, the boy she had met at the seminar and who had seemed so nice and kind, was over before it could even be said to have started. He had emailed her soon after her return to Paris, wanting to arrange an opportunity for them to meet up again but after much reflection and heartache, she had replied a couple of days ago to explain about her susceptibility to wetting accidents and to say that for this reason it was best that they did not see each other again. That night she had cried herself to sleep. Since then she had heard nothing from Daniel - silence. He might at least have said goodbye, she thought. ------------ The door intercom buzzed. A moment later her mother called out "Léa, there is an English boy outside who wants to see you. Do you want to speak with him? Shall I allow him to come up?" Puzzled, Léa replied "I'll go down and see who it is." She walked down the communal staircase and opened the front door to the apartments. There, standing on the steps and holding an enormous bouquet of flowers, was Daniel. "I thought it would be better if we talked face to face" he said. "I hope you don't mind." ------------ Daniel had arrived on the overnight coach from London and was due to return the same way that night. He had never visited Paris before so Léa decided to give him on a one-day tour of the city's most famous sights. They started by taking the Métro to Hôtel de Ville and braving the icy wind as they walked across the Pont d'Arcole to Notre Dame cathedral. After admiring the Gothic interior they had taken the rooftop tour, laughing as they photographed each other among the gargoyles that leered out over the city. Concerned to hear that Daniel had had nothing to eat for 24 hours apart from a rather stale cheese roll at the coach station in London last night, Léa proposed an early lunch. They found a small restaurant in the Île de la Cité and when they were seated in a snug corner Daniel returned to the subject of Léa's email. "You were extraordinarily brave to write so honestly about what must be a difficult subject for you. I wanted to explain, face to face, that for me it doesn't matter at all. Although we've only known each other for a few days I already know that I'm in love with you - I've never been more certain of anything in my life. "And since you have been so open with me, let me be honest in return and tell you something that embarrasses me when I think about it. "The night after the symposium ended I dreamed of you. You were lying beside me, half asleep, and you were wetting the bed. The strange part for me is that was the most erotic thing I have ever imagined. At that moment I wanted you so badly. And don't forget that this was long before you told me about your - problem - so I had no particular reason then to associate you with wetting accidents." Léa's eyes grew round. "When did you say you had this dream?" she asked. "Oh please don't be offended!" Daniel stammered. "I - I only told you because I want you to believe me when I say that if you wet yourself sometimes it wouldn't put me off....I don't want you to think I'm weird or something...." His voice tailed off. "No, I'm not offended - not at all. I just want to know exactly when you had the dream." "It was that Friday morning a week ago, just as I was waking up. About seven, I suppose it would have been." "Because the truly bizarre thing is" said Léa slowly "I did wet the bed that Friday morning. I'd slept very deeply all night and I was in that unreal state between being asleep and awake when everything is completely relaxed. My body just let go. I was horrified when I realised what I was doing because I was staying with my friend Valérie in her London flat. Fortunately for me, she was very kind about it. "And I don't wet my bed very often - not more than once a year or so - so that's quite a coincidence. If it is a coincidence." They looked at each other in astonishment. After a moment, Daniel reached across the table and took Léa's hand in his. "So" he said, looking deep into her eyes. "Will you allow me to be your boyfriend?" ------------ After lunch they walked hand in hand across the Pont au Double and picked up one of the glass-topped riverboat shuttles for a ride along the Seine. Léa pointed out the sights of Paris as they passed and they eventually disembarked at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. "Wow - its huge!" said Daniel, gazing up. "Let's go to the top!" Excitedly he led the way to the ticket kiosk. Like many Parisians, Léa had never been up the tower and she was not at all sure she wanted to do so now but she didn't want to spoil Daniel's evident enjoyment of the city - her city. She secretly hoped there would be an impossibly long queue but, this being lunchtime in France, they found they would only need to wait about thirty minutes Daniel bought them hot coffees to help counter the cold wind. Léa wondered if she should take the precaution of going to the lavatory beforehand but they had both used the restaurant's toilet only an hour ago and she told herself that she couldn't really need to go again so soon afterwards. It was just imagination....wasn't it? They crowded into the lift for the first and second levels. Léa was disconcerted by the massive girders flashing past the windows and by the way the lift floor adjusted to keep the car horizontal as it climbed the splayed leg of the tower. Her heart was racing but she managed to stay outwardly calm. They spilled out on to the busy second floor with its restaurants and gift shops and joined another queue for the long ascent up the spine of the tower to the top. This much smaller lift car was even more crowded and Léa and Daniel were huddled close to the glass side, watching the rooftops of Paris slowly recede below them. Léa started to panic. "I don't like this!" she whispered to Daniel. He put his arms protectively around her and held her close. "Its OK, he murmured. Can't be much further now." The lift slowed, the view disappeared and the doors opened on to the narrow platform at the top of the tower, open to the elements apart from a balustrade topped by a cage to protect the suicidal and the terminally stupid. When Léa felt the whole tower rocking slightly in the wind she almost wet herself. She clung to Daniel's arm and squeezed her legs tightly together. "You really aren't happy up here, are you?" Daniel asked with concern. Silently she shook her head. He led her straight back to the lift doors. There were people waiting but they were able to get in to the next lift down. Léa brushed away a tear. "I'm sorry" she murmured, looking away from him out of the window. "Those tickets were expensive and I've spoilt the whole thing." Daniel turned her around to face him and kissed her gently on the forehead. She looked sorrowfully up at him. Tenderly, he wiped away a tear from her other cheek and gave her another gentle kiss, this time on the lips. Once back on the ground they walked hand in hand across the Pont d'Iena to the Trocadéro gardens. On the far bank of the Seine the Eiffel Tower stood magnificent in the autumn sunshine. Daniel put his arm round Léa's slim waist, drawing her close to him as they gazed back at one of the most romantic views anywhere on the planet. Eventually, she broke the silence. "I'm never going to go up that bloody thing again!" ------------ From the Trocadéro they walked up the broad, tree-lined avenue to the Bois de Boulogne, the forest remnant that now forms a huge park on the western side of the city, just south of Léa's mother's Neuilly flat. Léa's need for a pee was increasing by the minute. There are plenty of public lavatories on the streets of Paris but almost all of them are sanisettes, automated pods that Léa's claustrophobia would never allow her to use. She would rather wet herself - and occasionally did. They entered the park close to the the Lac Inférieur and Daniel suggested hiring a rowing boat. By now, Léa was preoccupied by how badly she needed to pee but she felt ashamed of herself for curtailing their Eiffel Tower visit so, without protest, she stepped delicately in to the boat and sat in the stern. Daniel clambered in, sat down facing her and picked up the oars. He rowed her slowly round the lake's central island, looking at the lovely creature opposite him in her warm jumper and heavy winter skirt, her scarf wrapped stylishly round her neck. She was crossing and re-crossing her legs restlessly and he was surprised to see that what he had taken for thick tights were actually thigh-high socks with a glimpse of white briefs between them. He wondered what she was thinking as she gazed out at the beautiful scenery. She was, in fact, thinking how cold it was getting and wondering whether they would get back to land before she soaked her knickers, her skirt and the boat's seat. Mercifully for Léa, they did make it back before disaster struck. Even then, despite Daniel's steadying hand, she almost lost control when she stood up in the swaying boat and stepped on to the landing stage. They set off on a narrow path that Léa knew would eventually bring them out of the park close to her home. When they had gone a short distance into the woods, she stopped walking and looked around to make sure that nobody was in sight apart from Daniel. "I'm sorry" she said "but I need to pee desperately and I'm not going to get home before I wet my culotte. I'd rather do it here, out of sight, than have a public accident on the street where I live." She stepped on to the grass beside the path, spread her legs wide and let go. Daniel watched as a stream appeared beneath her skirt and pattered on to the ground between her parted feet. When she eventually finished, Léa came up close to Daniel and said apologetically "You did say you wouldn't mind...." By way of answer he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She felt him hard against her. "Are you going to do that every time I wet myself?" she asked with a smile. "Oh, I expect so!" "In that case maybe I'll do it more often" she murmured, looking up at him with a naughty girl expression. He gave her another long, passionate kiss. "I think we'd better get back to the flat now" Léa said, disentangling herself and resuming their walk. "Mother insists you have dinner with us before you travel back to London tonight. I think she approves of you. Arriving with flowers is definitely her idea of how things should be done." Despite the rapidly cooling wetness between her legs, Léa felt happier than she had been for many years. She had wet herself in front of Daniel and it didn't matter. Even better, he liked it! Smiling up at him she said "If I'm going to have accidents-on-purpose just for you, I must buy myself some nice little culottes - do you say panties in English?" "British girls call them knickers" he replied, not really caring what she called them as long as he was there when she was wetting them. "Panties is more American. But as you're French you can choose for yourself." "You're so kind!" she replied with a mock curtsy. "Panties, then. It sounds prettier." They emerged from the park and walked up the street towards Léa's mother's flat. Turning a corner they came face to face with two of her tormentors from school. The expressions on their faces when they saw her hand in hand with Daniel was something that Léa would treasure for a long time to come. Edited November 9, 2018 by Ondinist (see edit history)
Disclaimer/Foreword: First of all, this is as much about lesbian sex as it is omorashi, so if that's not your thing you've been warned. Secondly, I finally got a second story out, though it's been a while since my first one. This one takes place in the same universe as the last, though for future stories I'm planning on branching out. It actually turned out a lot longer than I expected and takes a little while to get rolling, but I think the build up is worth it. I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as the last! The Raider Nora awoke to a throbbing pain in her head. As she slowly regained consciousness, she felt bounds holding her arms and legs, her back up against a cold wall. The moonlight streaming through a single window was the sole source of light in the room. The only furniture she could make out was a bed next to a small table, plus some pre-war junk scattered about. A tough-looking metal door marked the only way in or out (Though escaping out the window was an option she would keep in mind). Nora had been stripped of all her equipment, tied to the wall completely naked. As her initial disorientation began to fade, Nora was soon able to piece together how she ended up tied to a wall. ---- Nora had just arrived at the Federal Ration Stockpile. The minutemen had tasked her with taking out the raider gang who lived there, as they had been causing trouble for some of the local settlements. Fortunately for her, the base consisted of several closely packed buildings and shacks, which suited her preferred method of stealth quite perfectly. Nora had plenty of experience taking out raiders, so she figured this mission would be pretty routine for her. This seemed to hold true as Nora began picking off raiders one by one, without anyone even noticing her presence yet. Before she knew it, Nora had swiftly taken out about half the camp without even being seen. At that point, the raiders had finally started to get suspicious, but Nora’s agility and advanced gear helped her stay hidden as she worked her way through the camp. Hidden in the shadows, she aimed down the sights of her gun to take out another lone raider. But before she could pull the trigger, a blunt object collided with the back of her head. “Got ‘er,” was the last thing she heard before losing consciousness: the voice of a female raider, tough, but somehow strangely feminine at the same time. ---- Nora had been surprised by that; raiders were never the sneaky type, being constantly drugged up on psycho and all that. That worried Nora. Whoever she was, this raider was smart, which was going to make her escape even more challenging. It was at this point that Nora’s senses began to fully come back to her. Her eyes had adjusted to the light, and she could now see several Nuka Cola bottles on the table next to the bed. She began to fully feel the burning in her wrists and ankles where she was tied up, and the dull pain in her head where she had been struck. But she soon became aware of another uncomfortable sensation, this one originating from her lower abdomen. She didn’t know long she had been out, but it must have been enough time for her bladder to fill. It wasn’t quite urgent yet, but Nora worried that it may be a while before she found a way out of her predicament. -- About an hour had passed. Now Nora had to go, and she could feel that it wouldn’t be long before she had no choice in the matter. The cold air against her bare skin and the bonds holding her legs apart definitely didn’t help the situation either. She had considered letting go right in place (she was naked, after all), but then again, she didn’t want some raider to walk in to see her with a puddle of urine beneath her feet. She couldn’t appear weak in front of raiders, for fear that they might decide she wasn’t worth keeping alive. But before she could consider the matter any further, the metal door creaked open and a female raider made her way into the room, closing the door behind her. She wasn’t particularly tall, like many of the girls who made their way into raider gangs, but her physique made it clear that she could stand up to even the toughest raiders. At first glance she looked like a typical raider, her skin marked by dirt, scars, and filth. But underneath all the grime, something about her caught Nora’s eye. She had this long, flowing dark hair which, for a raider, was extremely well kept. And her green eyes really caught Nora’s attention. Nora didn’t even realize she was staring until the raider girl looked up at her to speak. “Look who finally woke up,” she said, almost teasingly. Nora instantly recognized that voice. The same one she heard after getting knocked in the head: tough, yet distinctly feminine. The raider’s eyes examined Nora, apparently sizing her up. Nora couldn’t help but feel a little turned on as the raider’s eyes slowly scanned over her body, lingering as they passed over her breasts and her thighs. Surviving in the harsh wasteland had trained Nora’s body into very good shape, and it wasn’t uncommon for her to draw the attention of men (and sometimes women too) during her travels. The enduring pressure near her crotch only intensified Nora’s arousal. But a loud bang from the other side of the door interrupted Nora’s thoughts, almost causing her to lose a spurt of pee. The noise snapped Nora out of her arousal, and she scolded herself for getting distracted by sex instead of figuring out a way to escape. Focused on her situation again, Nora glanced nervously at the door, half worried that another surprise would make her pee, half worried at the prospect of other, more vicious raiders blocking her escape. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about them. They do what I say,” The girl said matter-of-factly. “I told them not to touch you. You’re lucky though. They would have raped you and burned you to death with a flamer. Not necessarily in that order.” The indifference with she said these words made it clear to Nora that this was an all too common sight. This was one twisted girl. But Nora hadn’t even seen the half of it yet. “But I just couldn’t let them do that to you,” the raider girl continued, a hint of a smirk on her face. “You’re much too pretty for that,” At those surprisingly soft words, Nora’s arousal rushed back to the forefront of her mind, nearly disrupting her concentration on holding the liquid trapped inside of her. She felt a definite wetness between her thighs, though she couldn’t say for certain if it was just leakage from her bladder. While Nora was distracted by her bladder again, the raider girl had approached her. They were now standing close enough that Nora’s bare breasts were almost touching the chestplate of the girl’s raider armor. Staring into those gorgeous eyes, goaded on by the pressure in her crotch, Nora couldn’t decide which her body wanted more: to pee, or to be touched by this beautiful raider girl. But the decision was made for her, as the raider girl suddenly brought her mouth down to one of Nora’s exposed nipples. Nora let out a quick gasp, forgetting about her bladder long enough to let a long spurt out onto the raider’s leg. Nora panicked, worrying that this would anger her captor. But surprisingly, the raider seemed unsurprised by Nora’s minor accident. “I figured you’d have to go by now,” she remarked, stepping back to examine the urine along her thigh. “How bad is it?” “I … can’t hold it much longer” Nora confessed. Normally she wouldn’t have shown so much weakness in front of an enemy like that, but Nora was desperate for anything. Even a bucket would be better than nothing. “Aww, how cute,” the raider girl chuckled, glancing down at Nora’s legs, which were obviously pressed together as much as the bonds would allow. This was one twisted girl, Nora thought again. “Maybe this’ll help,” the raider smirked, revealing a knife concealed in her armor. Panicking, Nora leaked even more, which only elicited another smile from the girl. She prepared for the worst, forcing her eyes shut as the raider crouched down and laid her off-hand into Nora’s left thigh. But instead of harming her, the raider girl gently sliced through the ropes restraining that ankle. And then the other ankle. Then both arms as well. This could have been Nora’s chance to escape. Now unbound, she was well trained in close combat and likely could have easily disarmed the raider and stolen her knife. But Nora’s desperation and arousal had left her helpless. As soon as she was freed, she collapsed to the floor, thighs forced together, shoving both hands into her crotch to relieve as much pressure as possible. She should have been scared, left completely vulnerable in front of an enemy like that. But this raider, who could have just as easily killed or tortured Nora, had freed her instead. True to this, the raider ran a soft hand through Nora’s hair, their eyes locked together. “I don’t think I ever got your name,” the raider said. “N-Nora,” she stammered back, caught off guard by the strangely intimate question. “How cute. Never really had a real name, but most of the boys call me Red.” The hands now in her crotch helped a little, but still, it wasn’t going to be long before Nora was pissing uncontrollably over the concrete floor she was now kneeling on. “I…still have to go,” Nora reminded the raider, though that was a bit of an understatement. “I think you can wait a little bit longer, can’t you? We still have some things to take care of first.” Nora could only squirm nervously in response before Red pulled in close again. Before Nora knew what was happening, she felt her legs pushed apart and her own hands forced away, as two fingers deftly slid inside of her, expertly rubbing in all the right spots. The combination of pleasure and the powerful urgency from her bladder was sending Nora to an amazing high. But the feeling was just too much to handle, and her control began to fade as occasional spurts began to wet Red’s hand with urine. Nora could only take so much though. Her spread legs and the repetitive motion in her crotch area had quickly taken their toll. Nora couldn’t take it any longer. She began to pee, first onto the ground below her, then into the air as she collapsed onto her back. Nora moaned as she finally let go of all the tension in her bladder, her stream arching into the air. She felt Red staring intensely as her growing puddle seeped under her thighs and ass, though Nora could really care less at this point. Nora finally felt the overwhelming feeling of relief seep through her, her bladder muscles getting a much-needed break. But the feeling didn’t last for long as now her mind was freed to think about all the things she was about to do to the girl in front of her. Right on cue, Red, looking hornier than ever, gently grabbed Nora by the waist and pulled them both into a standing position. Nora helped Red quickly strip all her armor off, leaving them both completely naked. With a clear impatience, Red led Nora over to the nearby bed, essentially tackling her onto it. It wasn’t long before Nora felt those fingers inside of her again and a tongue on her breast, as well as Red’s obviously wet snatch grinding up and down her thigh. In the state they were both in, it didn’t take them long to peak. Nora felt Red’s grinding speed up, then eventually shudder, gripping Nora hard as she came loudly. The sound of Red’s screams pushed Nora to the edge as she moaned uncontrollably, riding the waves of ecstasy into oblivion. ---- Nora woke up, slightly disoriented, to sunlight streaming onto her face through the window. She felt a warm body next to her, arms and legs entangled with hers. Remembering the events of the previous day, her senses kicked back in. This was her chance to escape. Nora quickly scanned the room, careful to not wake up Red, still asleep next to her. Her bladder soon reminded her she needed her morning pee, but that was going to have to wait for now. Nora spotted Red’s knife lying on the table within reach. She carefully reached out for it, making sure to not wake the girl lying next to her. No matter how well the raider had pleasured her last night, this was just business. Nora brought the knife up to the throat of her adversary, ready to slit it open with a single swipe. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t get herself to kill the girl who, in a convoluted sort of way, had saved her life. The girl who had decided to spare her from the slow, painful death the other raiders would have subjected her to. Nora hesitated for a second as a single drop of blood glistened on the knife tip. Red’s eyes snapped open. Nora froze in panic as the raider grabbed the back of Nora’s head and … pulled her in for a kiss. The knife slipped out of Nora’s hands as Red stared into Nora’s eyes with that sexy, self-satisfied smirk on her face. Nora silently wondered if Red used this same sexual manipulation to keep the rest of her raider gang under control. It was clear that it was something she was quite skilled at. “So, I’m guessing you want your shit back?” The sudden question surprised Nora. The tone of Red’s voice had changed slightly as well, with an edge that made her sound more like a typical raider. Nora wasn’t expecting to just be handed all her gear back. She thought she’d have to fight for it. “I mean, you want to leave, right? You’d get fucked in 2 seconds going back out into the wastes naked like that… Maybe in more ways than one,” Red quipped. Nora was shocked. She was just being let free! Of course, it wasn’t way out of line with how the raider had treated her previously, but this was more than she had hoped. “Still don’t understand why you’d be dragging around some of that junk though. But-- ” Red then hesitated, as if she had just noticed something. “But… I have to take care of something first, though.” Rummaging under the bed, Red pulled ducked down and reappeared with a metal bucket in one hand. Before Nora could figure out what was happening, Red squatted down in full view of Nora and began peeing full force into the bucket. Red let out a sigh of relief as she emptied the contents of her bladder built up from the night before. This only reminded Nora of her own bladder, which was not used to skipping her first-thing-in-the-morning bathroom trip. “Much easier than going out there and dealing with those shitheads,” Red explained, referring to the other raiders outside. “I’m guessing you have to go too?” “I think I’m… fine for now,” Nora replied, still quite wary of the situation and not wanting to put herself in a vulnerable position. Her answer was far from the truth, however. Seeing Red’s relief had Nora fantasizing about how good it would feel to pee right now. And it didn’t help that her bladder was still weak from all the holding she had done last night. “Suit yourself,” Red shrugged, carelessly discarding her urine out the open window. “I could tell from last night you can hold a lot, but not needing a morning piss is pretty damn impressive. Now let’s take care of your stuff.” Red again reached underneath the bed. This time, she began clicking in the combination for a safe, one that Nora had failed to notice in the dim light last night. Soon, all her gear was laid out on the floor in front of her. Everything was accounted for, from her vault jumpsuit to her highly modified pipe rifle. She began collecting up her stuff and slipped on her neon blue vault jumpsuit once again. The suit was quite tight however, and the additional pressure it put on her bladder had Nora shifting in place while she picked up the last few pieces of her gear. Noticing this, Red asked, “You sure you don’t gotta pee?” At this point, Nora figured there was no way she could hold it all the way back to Sanctuary. And making a pit stop in the wasteland isn’t the safest thing ever, so she gave in. She might as well make the most of the opportunity she had now. Anticipating her response, Red had already picked up the bucket and handed it to Nora, who wasted little time. Her bladder had already started leaking in anticipation as Nora unzipped her jumpsuit. As soon as her clothes were out of the way though, the floodgates opened completely. Nora pressed one hand to the floor as she completely lost control into the bucket, the sound of urine colliding with metal filling the room. As her stream slowed down, Nora let out a long breath as the tension in her bladder dissipated. Nora could finally relax as she felt free from her bladder for only the second time in the last 12 hours. “Guess that’s your escape then,” Red said, gesturing at the open window. Nora nodded and approached the window, still bewildered at how the last day had turned out. She gathered herself up to leave, but just before she could hoist herself out the window, Red took her hand from behind. “So… you’ll come back sometime?” Red inquired, gazing into Nora’s eyes. Nora swore she heard just a hint of pleading, of loneliness, behind all of Red’s charm and toughness, but it might have just been her imagination. That was a crazy idea anyway, venturing back into a raider den, but Nora at least had to thank the girl for keeping the more vicious raiders off her. “I…appreciate what you did for me. Keeping the rest of those guys away from me. Probably… saved my life.” It felt awkward and a little forced, but Nora couldn’t think of anything else to say. And with that, she turned away and slipped back into the wasteland, back towards Sanctuary, back towards home. To be continued....? As always, your comments and feedback are appreciated. Edited November 11, 2018 by Ariose Toast Formatting/Grammar (see edit history)
It didn’t take long for Nora to gather up her armor and begin her trek southeast. It was still light out, though the sun was quickly making its way down towards the horizon. Nora figured she’d make it to her destination a little before sunset. While her legs made steady progress towards the raider encampment, her lawyer-educated mind was still debating the wisdom of her plan. She couldn’t help thinking that she was going to get herself killed, walking straight into a raider den. Just because she was horny or something. What a way to go that would be. But with all that on her mind, Nora hadn’t noticed her bladder filling up again until just now. It hadn’t even been an hour since she made a mess all over her own toilet, but then again, she did drink a lot of water to get herself desperate the first time. It wasn’t too surprising she didn’t get it out all in one go. Nora was still close enough to nip back to Sanctuary to relieve herself, but she didn’t want to waste time starting her journey all over again. Especially since she wanted to make it to her destination before nightfall. It wasn’t safe to take a pee in Concord either, since raiders or dangerous wildlife tended to hole up there. After a bit of deliberation, Nora decided she could just hold it. Plus, she figured her body had already processed most of the liquid and the rate that her bladder was filling would slow down very soon. -- Nora came over a hill to a view of Walden Pond, marking roughly the three-quarter mark of her journey. The trip had gone rather uneventfully, other than the increasingly urgent need coming from Nora’s bladder. Contrary to what she had expected, her body had not slowed down at all, pumping more and more liquid into her bladder the entire trip. By now, Nora was really regretting her decision not to turn back when she had the chance. She really hoped there’d be a safe place to relieve herself here. She wasn’t sure how much more her bladder could take. As Nora looped around the pond, she ran across a couple of abandoned buildings, still standing enough to provide some decent cover. But as she approached the crumbling structures, she noticed several explosives lying around, probably armed and waiting for someone to hit a tripwire. Nora grimaced at the thought, but she had to concede it just wasn’t worth the risk. As if in response, her bladder let out an urgent spasm, causing Nora to squirm in place. She took a deep breath and resolved to hold on for just the last short leg of her trip. It wasn’t that much further. -- As the old army facility finally came into view, Nora knew relief was in her sights. This was the compound where Red and her raider gang made their base, and more importantly, it would provide a much-needed place for Nora to empty her bladder. Despite her urgent need, Nora’s instincts were always present, and she began to sneak as she approached the raider base. She still didn’t want to risk being seen by any raiders other than Red herself. She felt her heart racing. The danger of being caught, the tension in her bladder, and the thought of seeing Red’s gorgeous figure again all fought for Nora’s attention, making her head spin. She snuck over to Red’s window, the same one she had escaped from last time, and peeked in. The room looked empty. Nora tried to consider her options, but she couldn’t even concentrate with all that liquid dying to escape her bladder. She figured it wasn’t doing her much good sitting under the window squirming, though. Nora carefully put one hand on the windowsill and vaulted herself into the room. The act sent a huge spurt into Nora’s panties, but she didn’t care now that she was this close. She began to look around the room for pretty much anything to relieve herself into. Before Nora knew what was happening, someone grabbed her from behind. Nora yelped, losing another huge spurt, but somehow maintaining control. That was the least of her problems, however, as the unknown raider had her pinned with one arm, the other holding a knife to her throat. For a moment, the two of them stood frozen in that position. It may have only been a few seconds, but under the adrenaline, it felt like an eternity, as a trickle of urine slowly dribbled into Nora’s underwear. Then something seemed to click. The raider’s grip loosened just a bit, and she spoke up. “Oh, it’s … you.” Just the sound of that voice sent Nora’s mind into a feral state. It was beautiful, sexy Red. All she could even think about now was pissing and fucking. Red had already put the knife away, her hand now wandering down Nora’s thigh. The only thing keeping Nora from tossing Red onto the bed and ravaging her was the steady stream of piss now leaking into her panties. “Gotta piss…soo bad.” Was all she could manage to eke out. “Aw, you held it just for me, did you?” Red teased, pulling Nora closer. Nora was just about to soak herself, but the raider just held her even tighter as she tried to squirm free. Without warning, Red squeezed rapidly down on Nora’s bladder. Nora let out a gasp as her muscles gave up control completely. She closed her eyes as she completely soaked herself in Red’s arms, the water she had drank so much of gushing out all over her vault suit, Red, and the floor. Nora had been holding back plenty to soak both their legs, and the puddle now forming around their feet continued to grow. As Nora finally released the last few spurts into her jumpsuit, Red let out a chuckle. “Might as well get that suit off, now that you’ve soaked it.” Still in a daze from the sudden release, Nora quietly allowed herself to be stripped down and guided onto the bed as Red removed her own clothes. As Red crawled onto the bed, she ran a hand along Nora’s thigh, still wet with piss. Nora pulled Red in for a kiss, as their movements slowly began to speed up. Forgetting their differences, raider and sole survivor moved together, bringing each other to bliss.
Part One Contains: Desperation, explicit urination, some nudity One day while walking through the forest, I came upon a couple of tiny creatures. They had white, translucent wings on their backs, and their bodies seemed to be covered (though not well) with a kind of leafy material. They were drinking from a stream. The sight was truly astonishing. I had never encountered fairies before, though I'd heard the tales. I heard that they were peaceful creatures, though they often played tricks on gullible humans. I knew they were going to be my next catch. I'm an insect collector. I go through the forest and catch bugs and spiders to study. Then, after a week or two, I let them go. So little was known about these creatures, so I knew I was going to be a sensation once I publish my findings. I snuck up behind them. A stick crunched beneath my feet, causing them to see me and take shelter in a nearby tree. "No, wait!" I called after them, "there's no reason to be afraid! I'm a scientist. I want to study your species! I mean you no harm!" They didn't come out. I went up to the tree they entered and peeked in. There, I saw a tunnel leading far into the Earth. This was amazing! I'd discovered a colony of fairies! I ran and got some edible berries, which I put right on the ground in front of the tree. Then I went into a nearby bush and waited. I waited until the sun went down. I was nodding off when I heard a faint sound. I arose from my slumber and saw a small, female fairy fluttering down from the tree. She went for the berries, though cautiously. She knew something was up. 'Such a clever creature,' I thought to myself. Though she wasn't clever enough. I took my chance and leapt, catching her in my hands. "Gotcha!" I said, feeling her flutter around madly in my cupped palms. I rushed back to my secluded cabin and put her into an insect jar, which I put on my shelf. She looked scared, which made me feel guilty for only a moment. I had to remind myself that these were only insects with human traits, though the human traits were much more defined than I thought. She looked just like a real person, her wide eyes staring back at mine. Her leafy dress covered very little, and she was rather cute. She was pressed against the other side of the jar, evidently trying to get as far away from me as possible. Her legs were brought up to her chest, giving me a full view of her underside. Was I really attracted to this creature? I suppose I was, similar to the way someone is attracted to a drawing or something. I wouldn't make love to her, of course. She was no bigger than my hand. It's just that everything about her was the same as a human, her pussy visible from under her dress, a little bit of her left nipple peeking out from above it. "Don't be afraid, little one," I said, "I mean you no harm. In a couple of weeks, you'll be free to go back to your colony." She didn't seem to understand me. She still looked scared. I filled a bottlecap up with water. "I'm going to open the top now," I said, "don't fly out, there's nowhere to go." As soon as the top was open, she tried to dart out. I immediately covered it with my hand when I saw her take flight, and she raced quickly into my palm. It stung a little bit. I removed my hand to see her dazed and dizzy. I placed the bottlecap in the jar and placed the top back on. "I'll study you in the morning, little one," I said, and turned out my bedside light. I slept well. In the morning, I immediately went over to the jar with my fairy inside. She was fast asleep, curled into a ball on the ground. All the water in the cap was gone. I refilled it and placed it back in there with her with ginger movements, careful not to wake her, though when I put the cap back on I was a little too loud. She awoke with a start, her eyes darting around the room. She looked right at me through the glass. "I didn't mean to do that," I said. "Can you understand me?" She only stared back at me. I felt a night's worth of liquid pulsing in my belly, so I went outside and urinated. I looked in the window, only to see the fairy staring back at me. I felt embarrassed, even knowing she wasn't an actual human. When I went back inside, I put the jar on my desk and began sketching her. She was still curled up and scared. I studied her for hours before my hunger overpowered my curiosity. "Are you hungry, little one?" I asked her. After eating my own breakfast, I went outside and picked some berries. When I returned, all the water in the cap was once again gone. "You only drink when I'm not here, huh?" I asked. "You'll probably do the same when you're eating. I'll leave you be." She didn't try to fly out when I changed her water this time. I dropped the berries in there and shut the lid, putting her back on the shelf. I left the house to get supplies from the village. When I got back, the sun was already setting again. I felt tired from my journey. I checked on the fairy. All of her water was once again gone, and only a few berries remained. She was still curled up, though. I changed her water, ate, and went to bed. In the silent dark, though, I heard a slight tapping. I ignored it for a while, but it was incessant. I turned on the light to find the source of it, only to find it was the fairy. She was standing up now, looking at me. I climbed out of bed and went up to her. "What's the matter, little one?" I asked. She pointed toward the window. "No, no," I laughed, "you can't leave just yet. I've still got more work to do." She pointed with more energy, looking frantic and pleading. Her legs were pressed together, one of her hands balled into a fist at her side. "Ohhh," I said, understanding. "You need to pee, right?" She only looked back at me. "Sorry about that," I chuckled, "I'm so used to bugs just doing their business wherever. I wonder how I'm going to go about this with you." She tapped on the glass and pointed to the window again, doing a bit of a dance. She was bobbing up and down a little, her fist shaking at her side. A wave had clearly hit. I retrieved another bottlecap and dropped it in there. "Use that," I said. She didn't. She continued tapping and pointing. I looked through my drawers for something, anything, to allow this little fairy to do her business without escaping. She was writhing and lurching forward as I searched, her pleading taps becoming louder and more incessant. "I'm working on it, little one," I said, hoping she can hold it long enough for me to get something. After almost a half hour of looking, I realized that they must be used to going outside. I brought in one of my potted plants and put it on my desk. "Alright, little one, I don't know if you can understand me, but I'm going to let you out. There's no use in trying to escape, my doors and windows are locked up tight. I want you to go in the soil in that pot over there, okay?" She tapped and pointed the whole time I was talking, her legs dancing frantically. I opened the top, grabbed her, and put her in the soil on the plant. She immediately began flying around the room, up to the windows and the cracks in the door. "In here!" I said, pointing to the pot. She didn't listen to me. I noticed that her flying was much more erratic than what I witnessed in the forest. Instead of the gracefulness she had then, it was choppy and inconsistent, like a hurt bird. I wrote this down in my notes. There could be a number of reasons for this. She could have hurt herself flying into my hand, or I hurt her when I caught her. Her wings might become weaker with misuse, as is the case with many flying insects. She appeared to have realized her efforts were useless, or she couldn't hold it any longer, because as I was writing she flew down to the pot, hitched up her leafy dress, and absolutely exploded. She wasn't squatting, which I found odd. She was standing, bent at the knees, pulling her labia apart with her hand. I was surprised at the power of her stream, though I should have expected it. To someone her size, a single bottlecap was probably like a liter. I watched her go, feeling a bit mesmerized. I was getting hard, too. I noticed that there was some hair on her pussy, yet another detail that made her feel more human. Her legs were shaking a bit, probably from the immense relief she must have been feeling. I watched as her stream died down to a drip. She didn't even shake to dry, she simply pulled her dress back down and looked out the window. It seemed she was longing for escape, though she wasn't scared anymore. I scooped her up and put her back in the jar, to which she didn't resist. She simply lied down and went to sleep. As I put the lid back on, I noticed some droplets of moisture on my hand. I smelled it and realized it was her urine. I peered at the puddle she left in the pot, making me feel even more horny. I hadn't thought about my fetish in a long, long time. It's been nothing but work for so long. I can't remember the last time I jerked off. I looked back at her. Curled up sleeping, her underside visible under her dress again. It seemed she was deep in slumber. I turned out the light and my hand found its way under the covers. I thought about the fairy, how badly she must have needed to go, and for so long. Almost a full twenty-four hours with no relief, including however long before she was caught. I thought about her frantic eyes, her desperate dance, and how it must feel to have a bursting bladder while flying around the room like that. Her pee must have been sloshing around like crazy. I finished on that thought, then drifted into slumber.
Part Three Contains: Extreme desperation, I woke up extremely horny the next morning. I groggily glanced over to Nia fast asleep in her jar. I replaced her water, then I went outside, pissed, and picked some berries for Nia. When I came back, she was already awake and had drank her water. I opened the top and dropped the berries in there. She went to fly out, but I covered the top with my hand. "Stay there right now, Nia," I said tiredly. I replaced her bottlecap and put the top back on. She looked at me confused. I sat down and began organizing everything I wrote down. I had a lot of information to put into book form. Sketches, observations, theories... More than anyone else had ever gotten about Fairies. This would take a long time. I heard Nia tapping on the glass, her indication that she needed to pee. I ignored her. She was silent for a few minutes, then began tapping again, this time a bit louder. I didn't even look over there. Though I was organizing data, my mind was on Nia, and how a full night's worth of liquid was sitting in her bladder, pulsing and throbbing, yearning to be released. I wondered how long she could last in there without relief. Minutes later, the tapping was becoming incessant. I resisted the urge to look over there. I didn't want her to know that I was ignoring her, lest she become less trusting. I pretended to not hear her. After a while, though, I began trying to see her in my peripheral vision, completely ignoring the work I was supposed to be doing. I turned my head a little in her direction, pretending to examine a document, and saw her desperately twisting and lurching forward. When she wasn't tapping the glass, both hands were squeezing her crotch. She was either doing high-steps or her legs were crossed and bent. Many minutes passed, and I was surprised that she was lasting this long. Her pee dance was becoming more frantic, her legs moving madly around. She marched around her jar, wriggled around, and even dropped to her knees at one point. Both of her hands were buried in her lap, and I could tell she was scooting into her heel, the movement similar to the way a girl would ride a dick. I shook that thought out of my head. I didn't like being so vulgar, but my current mindset was overriding my modesty. Nia was truly desperate. I heard a high-pitched squeak emanate from the jar, and I looked up in surprise. I saw Nia staring back at me with wide eyes. It wasn't a fart, it was her voice. I went up to her and looked at her desperately squeezing herself. She began tapping the glass again and pointing at the pot, but I wanted to hear her speak again. I pretended to start walking away, and she did it again. "Fascinating!" I said aloud. It was previously believed that Fairies had no vocal chords. I ran to my desk and wrote this down. She seemed to only use them in dire circumstances. I went back to the jar and examined her. She was looking back at me with pleading eyes, wondering why I won't let her find relief. I opened the top of the jar and took her out, but I held her in my palm instead of letting her fly free. She squirmed in my hand, her tiny wings fluttering in vain. I felt her abdomen with my ring finger and found a hard bump jutting out of her leafy dress. Her attire must be painful if it was bulging out like that. I applied a bit of pressure to it and she writhed in agony, her face contorted in pain. Nia looked like she was about to cry. I felt guilty for a moment, but I had to remind myself that she was just an insect, not a human. Still, I wouldn't torture a beetle. I put her back in the jar and closed the top. She was constantly bending over, struggling to contain the massive amount of urine that was being contained inside her body. Nia was clearly suffering, but that wasn't on my mind at the time. It was astoundingly hot, seeing her need to go this badly. When she was standing right, her bladder was visibly poking out of her stomach. She squeaked, tapping loudly on the glass. Then she squeaked again. I looked up, her pleading face once again making me feel guilty. 'Maybe I should just let her go...' I thought, but it was too late. Drops of pee fell from underneath her, then she quickly hiked her dress up and burst all over the floor of the jar. Her stream was loud, and even stronger than the first one. Her head fell back, her eyes were closed, and her face reflected pure bliss. The relief she was feeling must have been astounding. Her legs shook a bit as she emptied the contents of her tortured bladder, urine splattering all over the bottom and walls of the jar. She went for almost a full minute before it died down to a drip. There was so much pee in the jar that it pooled up almost to her ankles. She pulled her dress back down and lifted one foot up out of the pee, clearly not wanting to be in there anymore. She put her hand over her nose and mouth, I suppose from the smell. I filled a glass up with water, then I picked her up out of the jar and placed her on my desk. She promptly stripped naked and jumped in the glass of water. I took her jar outside and threw the berries away, then I dumped the pee out and rinsed it. When I came back inside, she was watching me. I wondered if she was kicking herself for missing the chance at escaping. "There," I said to her, "all clean now." She fluttered out of the glass of water and into the pot, where she peed even more. Then she pulled her dress back on and gazed out the window. I picked her up and felt her abdomen with my thumb. Where there was once a rock-hard bulge was now her natural, squishy belly. She looked at my like I was crazy, making me laugh. I put her back down and worked on the book until night fell. She retreated to her jar and I retreated to my bed, not bothering to put the lid on. I masturbated that night, thinking about her pee dance. After I came, though, I felt extremely guilty. It must have been horrible to hold it for so long, not knowing why I wouldn't let her out. The pain she must have felt when I squeezed her bladder was agonizing. I fell asleep wondering if I shouldn't have done that.
Part Four Contains: Pee desperation, poop desperation Why won't he let me go? I need to go so bad... It feels like my bladder is going to burst, and my dress is awfully constricting... Can it not hear me? I beg to be released from this prison... It seems busy fumbling around with those parchment pieces... I can see the soil right there... I need to urinate so badly it feels like I'm going to explode... My hand is beginning to hurt from banging on the wall... It should know what that means by now, shouldn't it? Oh, who am I kidding... I know these things are incapable of logical thinking... oh, gods, I need to relieve myself... Yeep! I've leaked... That was a lot... My legs are a bit wet now... I can't hold it much longer... I need to make it release me... I suppose I could use my voice, just once to make it open the jar... Oh! It worked... It's coming over here... Please understand, please! I can't hold it much longer! I feel like I drank an ocean! Oh? It's leaving... Come back! Please! I need to use my voice again... Yes, that's it... unlock my prison, I'm going to pop! It's grabbing me... Let go, dumb thing! I need to urinate so badly! I don't know how much longer I can last... It's already so bad... Oh!!! It's pressed on my belly... My bladder is screaming now... It hurts so bad... I need relief... What? It's put me back in the jar! I'm going to explode!! I feel like crying... Ah! I've leaked again! Please, please, please remove me from my transparent prison! There's so much liquid pent up inside me that it hurts... it hurts really badly... I'll use my voice again... Please let me out! Please, please! Oh no! I'm leaking... I can't stop it... I might as well let go, I suppose... though this is no place to do it... I'll have to sleep in my urine tonight... Oh, wow... The relief is astounding... My legs are shaking... It feels almost orgasmic... By the gods, this is bliss... Oh, the smell! I can smell it... I must stop myself... I've stemmed my stream... There's too much pee in here, the smell is rancid... Oh? He's opened the top... I hadn't even noticed him... He's sounding his voice again... Perhaps it's a show of dominance... I still have to pee very badly... He's put me next to some water... I've cleaned myself, but my bladder is still yearning to be emptied... I did my business in the pot of earth, the proper place to go... It was very relieving... I feel clean and refreshed... I know it's not at fault for my plight... It's a dull and unintelligent creature... I wish it hadn't captured me... I wonder when I'll go home... I jolted awoke in a cold sweat. I glanced over at Nia, still asleep in her jar. "Jesus Christ!" I said aloud. What an odd dream that was. I wiped my eyes and wandered outside to relieve myself, then came back and examined my fairy. She had woken up while I was outside, like usual, but she had a sour look on her face, like she was going to be sick. She hadn't eaten any more of her berries, though the water was a bit low. I refilled it and put it in there with her. "You okay?" I asked her, receiving no response. "Perhaps fairies get sick when they're away from home," I said, picking her up and placing her in the pot, in case she vomits. "Perhaps there's a magical force there that keeps all fairies alive, and I've taken you away from it." I watched her urinate, then she sat down where she was standing, looking ill. A little while later, I heard her fart. Then I heard her again, this time a little longer and louder. "Is that all it is?" I asked, laughing. She looked miserable, though, her tummy obviously doing cartwheels. She began digging a hole, and my mind began going places it shouldn't go. "How about you wait a little, Nia?" I said, filling the hole back up. She looked at me, confused, then started digging again. I repeated my actions, and she stamped her foot in frustration. I snickered a little. She was a very cute fairy when she got mad. She started digging again this time faster and while doing a little dance. I filled it up again. She clutched her bottom and tensed her legs. It was ready to come out, I could tell. I heard her fart again, and her face contorted in agony. She could hold it much longer, but I wonder how long? She sat down in the soil, scooting back and forth on her heel. She dress had hiked up a bit, and the bottom of her ass was visible. That would only make it harder to hold, I'm sure. She started digging again and I immediately ruined her work. She squeezed her butt with both hands as another fart escaped her. Then, she suddenly hiked up her dress, spread her legs, and let go. An explosion of brown came out of her, much more than I thought she was able to hold. I couldn't believe all that was inside of her. She was so small. When she finished, she still looked miserable. She pushed dirt from around her up over her mess, then tried to even out the proportions in vain. It seemed like she couldn't stand her bathroom habits being disrupted. I didn't know if this was specific to her or her entire species, though, so I went outside and collected another bundle of berries to bring to the tree. It took even longer than last time, but eventually, a small female flew out of the tree to inspect the berries. I leapt out and caught her in my hands. "Gotcha!" I said, then felt a sharp sting in my finger. I winced in pain and squeezed the fairy until she stopped. It seemed she'd bitten me. I'd caught myself a far more aggressive fairy. Still, I brought her back to the house, where Nia had already fallen asleep. I put the new fairy into her own jar on a different shelf than Nia. I decided I'd document their meeting when I was more awake. I put the lid on Nia's jar so she wouldn't find her companion too early and I went to sleep.
My name is Mason. In my senior year, I had a crush on a girl, Danielle. We would talk in class, and text back and forth a lot. She was about 5”2’, had straight medium length brown hair with blonde highlights. Her smile could light up a room. I thought she was so fucking hot. Eventually, I get the courage to ask her out. She says yes! She had told me that she's never been skiing before, so I'm taking her to a ski place an hour and a half away. It's way out in the country, off of the interstate. We get there, buy our tickets, and start getting ready. I ask her, “Do you need to use the bathroom before we go? Because I'm going to”. “No, I'm good” , Danielle replied. With that taken care of, we head out. We ski around for about two hours before heading back in for dinner. We get food, and Danielle also gets a large hot chocolate. She drinks all of it, and I use the bathroom again before we head back out. We ski around for a few hours, having a good time. While waiting in line for the lift, I notice out of the corner or my eye that it looks like she squeezes her legs and puts her hand in her crotch, and a slight grimace appears on her face. My mind immediately thinks that she must have to pee, and is holding herself. My head starts racing with different scenarios where she is desperately bursting, and ends up losing the battle. Then the other, logical part of my brain kicks in and says, “Come on, that's not gonna happen. You just saw her adjusting her snow pants or something!” We get on the lift, and she tries crossing her legs, but since she has skis on, she ends up hitting the chair and my skis with her skis about a thousand times before successfully crossing her legs. “Why the hell are you sitting like that?” I ask. “What do you mean?” Danielle replies. “With your legs crossed. You do know that's gonna be a pain in the ass to untangle at the top of the hill, right?” “I always sit like this, why is is such a big deal?” At that moment, the lift stops. “What's happening?” she asks. “Probably someone doesn't know how to get off a lift”, I say. She lets out a sigh. My mind is back to thinking of her wetting herself again. The lift is still off after 5 minutes, she says to me, with a almost fearful, desperate tone, “What the fuck is taking so long!” Right then, as if she said the magic words, it starts again. We get to the top, and go down. At the bottom, Danielle turns to me and goes, “I'm cold and tired, can we go home now?” “Yeah it's almost 10PM, we should get going”, I say. We pack up, and she seems to be in quite a hurry to go, even yelling at me for going “too slow”. Changing out of her old clothes, she puts on some gray leggings, a pair of converse, and a red sweatshirt. Sitting down in the car I hear her give an audible moan, I ask her if she's okay. “Yeah, don't worry about me!” I start driving, and I notice that she has crossed her legs again, right this time. I then remember that I haven't seen her use the bathroom the entire time we were there. My mind is again thinking of all the scenarios that could play out. Five minutes go by, and she shoves her hand in her crotch, and moans loudly enough to be heard over our very loud music. Five more minutes, another loud moan, I look over, and she's wincing. “Are you okay?” “Yep, I'm fine”, as she says this, another she grimaces again. Five more minutes and she shouts out, “Mason I'm sorry but I'm about to piss myself pull over!” “I'm on the freeway, I can't, but I'll get off at the next exit”, I say. “Well fucking hurry up! I'm not joking it's an emergency!” The cat is out of the bag, she has to pee. Danielle is now full-o holding herself in my passenger seat. She unbuckled the seat belt and is rocking back and forth. One hand down her crotch, and sitting on the other fist. Double crossed legs. She's whimpering. She sees an exit, and she yells out, “Exit right there! To the right!” “Yeah I see it, relax. You'll be fine”, I say. There was one problem. That exit, was actually a freeway junction. We were now on a different interstate. I realize what happened, and I go, “Shit sorry this is another freeway”. This freeway wasn't in as good shape as the other. Bumps and potholes everywhere. I didn't see a pothole, and I hit it head on. “Oh shit oh sh- Mason, I'm fucking pissing myself! Stop the car!” I could hear it before I even looked over. The hissing was so loud I could hear it over the music and her yelling. Pee is dripping down her legs, all over her shoes and the seat and floor. Then, I see an exit. It's a rest area. I turn, and pee is still dripping. “Oh my god it's still coming out!” Danielle says. I pull into a spot, and I see the last few drops of pee run down her legs to the floor. She's sobbing as she opens the door, and gets out. Her leggings have turned almost completely dark gray, her converse are tinted light yellow, and my seat is soaked. She runs to the women's restroom and stays there for a while. After about ten minutes, she comes back out. She's still crying. I now see that some of the pee even got on her sweatshirt. I try to comfort her, telling her it's okay and we all have accidents sometimes. Danielle says, “I don't like using the bathrooms at other places. Before you picked me up, I had a glass of water, but you came early so I didn't have time to go to the bathroom. I thought it would be okay, I hold through 8 hours of school all the time, but I was wrong. I haven't peed since I woke up and I just really had to go. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll help you clean it up.” “No,” I say, “You need to get home. I'll clean it. Don't worry about it.” We didn't have any other clothes, so she just had to sit in it the last hour home. When I pulled into her driveway, I stopped her before she got out and said, “I had fun today. Maybe we could do this again, but without the accidents?” “Yeah,” Danielle said. “I'd like that. Next time, I'll pee before”.
It's about time I actually posted something here I guess! Here are a few scribbles I wrote while on the train the other day~ -- The Idol - Piss frothed painfully in her distended bladder. She was a gorgeous pop star, in the prime of her career and her talent. Her voice made everyone melt, she was beyond gorgeous; with her tight ass, her firm breasts, her curvaceous body... She was the envy and lustful daydream of anyone who saw her. Yet now she was nursing a third curve, a deadly time bomb within her lower midsection. It was a bursting load of hot piss, withheld for several days already as her world tour wore on and on and on. Endlessly torturing her and her quivering, tightly crossed legs. In the dressing room before the biggest show of them all, she begged for a break, tear brimmed in her eyes, but they were already behind schedule! Oh fuck, whose idea was it to travel the entire globe in such a short time! They had left no space for bathroom breaks! There was no way she could protest, of course... because a true idol can always contain her waters. No matter how great the ocean becomes. Behind her clenched pussy, her quivering labia, her bladder walls quaked. As her back teeth began to float, she realised it was going to be a long few months. The Dragon's Gold - Every dragon has a hoard, but not every hoard of gold is the same. It had been centuries since she had stirred, since she had tended to her hoard, to her building, high pressure, ocean of perfect gold. The mighty dragon grunted and clenched, her hind legs together, her pussy as huge as an elephant was quivering with urgency, and her gargantuan, distended bladder held enough golden water to drown a small continent. Every couple of hundred years she would rise, she would swallow a lake, a third of an ocean, a thousand gallons in one gulp… then she would return to her sleep. She would never piss. She could never piss. For tens of thousands of years she had held, and yet it would never be enough. There have been thousands of heroes who had tried to break her. Who had supplied her with diuretics beyond belief, or potions designed to double the urine within her over and over for all eternity. She endured it all, as her bladder swelled. Though she was small for a dragon, she knew she could make up for it with her control. Though she was only the size of a football field... she held within her a universe of piss. One that she would never release. A hoard of gold that would remain for millennia, she would squirm, hold her crotch and grunt… she would hold it. Eternally. It was her legacy. Eternal Life - One hundred percent of people who have pissed when their bladder is full, have ended up growing old. It was a dark cult that worked out the secret to eternal life was simply to hold it in for good. Those beautiful women. Forever young. Forever solemn and teary eyed. Forever nursing a distended bladder and a twitching piss hole. Eternity has just begun, but they’re going to explode. Queuing - There was a queue for the only bathroom around, a prison sentence for those who lost it in their pants, and no privacy to release anywhere else. It was simple really, the toilet opens once every hour, and one person can enter. One person can piss. One person can leave, and often not having fully emptied themselves due to the thirty second pissing time limit. It has been all day waiting in the ponderous line, and Emily is seeing stars in the daytime. She is humping her hands for any small amount of extra control she can gain. She’s set to burst, bladder stretched tight, she can’t remember the last time it was emptied. When the day ends she is only one person away from her release, but the toilet is closed for the night. The woman who locks it has chains on her pants, and a grotesquely swollen bladder. She looks at Emily with sympathy... She can try again tomorrow. But tomorrow she’s going to be at the back of the line again. A Princess Must be Pure - There once was a Princess who refused to piss during her stay in a cell. She had been kidnapped and contained for days, and the jailers knew her bladder was full. They wanted to see her shame herself, they wanted to watch and laugh as that distended piss bump burst. The Princess had to refuse them. Her only source of relief was a dirty, horrible hole in the ground, and not worthy of a lady’s release. It smelled of a sewer... Nothing so foul smelling should ever come to close to a princess’ private parts. So she held it and waited to be saved, despite her demanded gallon of daily fluid intake, she held it like a strong and ladylike maiden should. She kept herself clean and pure. Once two weeks had passed and she was saved, she tried not to weep yellow tears as the brave knight brought her home, squeezing her bladder as he did. She excused herself, composed as ever till the very end, to visit her room for some rest. Yet once she squatted over her privy, she realised… the piss within her distended bladder had fermented so long, it was a frothing dark orange in hue, and it stank so strongly of ammonia that it made her dizzy when just one drip was allowed release. Now that the piss itself was filthy, was vile smelling and fetid, she could not allow it to desecrate her pure and sacred womanhood. Resolute in this decision, she grimly stood from the chamber pot and returned her panties and dress to their public positions. She left her room to greet the masses. Knowing she can never piss again now. A single tear is all that remains on her chamber pot, which now lays in the garbage heap. -- That's all for now! I've loved all the contributions so far, thanks so much! ❤️ Also, if anyone wanted to write any poop desperation stories, feel free! Just hide them under a spoiler so as not to put off anyone who isn't interested! Thank you all! ❤️ - Lapiss Edited November 15, 2018 by Lapiiss (see edit history)
John's John (female bowel desperation) Her name was Danique, but people sometimes called her "Dumptruck." You'd never guess by looking at her, but the fresh-faced, delicate-bodied, golden-haired young lady could drop loads that would make a zookeeper gag. Ever since she was a little girl, her brothers had teased her for blocking up the toilet and stinking up the house. As soon as she started school, she was scolded by the adults and ridiculed by the other kids for the trouble she caused in the girls' bathroom. She couldn't seem to do anything about the size of her productions, she could only hold them inside until she reached the privacy of her home. Now Danique was a full-grown woman with a full-grown colon. Except in rare and unpleasant circumstances, she only relieved it while sitting on her own toilet. She always held her solid waste inside at work, in public places, and at friends' houses, and she did her best to avoid staying anywhere overnight. Tonight, however, Danique found herself in a man's bed with a ticking time bomb in her belly. Her boyfriend, John, was moving out of his apartment. She'd come over to help get things squared away and boxed up. The young man was hopelessly disorganized without a woman's help. They had ended up working on the task much longer than planned, and the weather man warned of possible unsafe driving conditions, so John invited Danique to stay overnight. It was a milestone in their relationship, or perhaps a stumbling block. John was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the looming danger. Danique was lying awake, thinking about the future. She could feel something very big coming down the tube. Judging by the gas that preceded it, it was very noxious as well. This was a dump that could destroy a relationship. She would have to handle it carefully. Using John's bathroom was out of the question. Danique had already been in there for a tinkle, and had taken note of his appliance. It was her worst enemy, a low-flow toilet. She couldn't trust one of those fussy little things to handle even a small dump. She thought about sneaking out. There was a gas station less than a block away. If she clogged their toilet, it would be someone else's problem. She wasn't sure she could get back into John's building, though, and she didn't want to come up with a lie to explain her late night perambulation if he woke up. It seemed Danique's only choice was to keep her rear opening closed and hope it stayed that way. John had to work a few hours the next morning, and she assumed she was welcome to hang around his apartment until he came back and they resumed the moving process. A plan was forming in the young woman's mind. Once she was alone, she'd drive home, use her own toilet, and drive back, leaving her boyfriend none the wiser. She had a back-up plan in case she couldn't hold it that long. As long as she was alone she could do her business in a plastic bag and dispose of it in a dumpster. It wouldn't be the first time. She told herself the problem was solved, and gradually her anxiety diminished. She tried to think romantic thoughts, keeping her mind away from the revolting monstrosity waiting in her abdominal cavity. Finally she went to sleep. It wasn't a very restful sleep, though. Her body tossed, turned, and passed gas. Her mind went through nightmare after nightmare of clogging John's toilet. Danique woke up the next morning to find her muscles working against her will. Her colon wanted to be relieved of its burden, whether or not its opening was pointed into a toilet bowl. She gasped when she realized what was happening, and grabbed her bottom with both hands. Her cheeks stayed together and her panties stayed unblemished. Her other cheeks turned red when she noticed her boyfriend standing over the bed. She hoped he hadn't noticed her struggle with her own rear end. John gave Danique a good morning kiss and some good news. It had snowed long and hard that night, and the store was closed as a result. He could stay home with his lover all day if he liked. Danique couldn't help but scream, but she managed to convince her boyfriend that it was a happy sound. He asked what she'd like for breakfast, and she said she'd like to stay in bed for a while. He left her alone to think about her eating options, unaware that she was actually thinking about her excreting options. First she tried to come up with an excuse to drive home, but then she realized the snow prevented that. She could trudge to the gas station, but an excuse for that would be hard to formulate. Even if she had a good story, John was the type of man who would want to walk her there, which would make it hard to pretend she wasn't just going there to use the ladies' room. While her mind was working, her body was working as well. The load trapped at the end of her alimentary canal was feeling heavier by the minute, and the pain it caused was growing proportionately. Danique no longer felt like she could hold it in through a drive across town or a walk down the street. She'd thought using John's toilet was the worst case scenario, but now she wasn't sure she could even get there without dropping anything into her panties. At the moment she felt like simply moving from her present position would trigger an accident. Danique waited for the feeling to pass. She hoped she really just had a serious need, not an urgent need. It wasn't getting any better, though. Maybe the pressure was mostly gas, however, and she'd be able to hold onto her mess and maintain her dignity if she just let a little bit escape. There was only one way to find out...
Heroes in Hiding (male and female bladder desperation) It might be the party's last adventure. They were hiding in the rotted-out trunk of a giant fallen tree as their enemies searched the woods around them. There were 5 of them: a proud paladin, a headstrong lancer, a callow squire, a feral scout, and a brutish fighter. They were hopelessly outnumbered, but just might survive if they lay low until the multitude of men and beasts moved on. They mustn't make any movements, any sounds, or any smells. As time passed those rules became exceedingly difficult to follow. Their muscles were cramped, their lungs were stifled, their stomachs were empty, and their bladders were full. Their nerves were on edge as their ears frequently picked up the shouting voices of soldiers, the clopping hooves of warhorses, and the snorting snouts of scentswine. Their eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but there was nothing to look at besides each other. The scout was so still that only the regular blinking of her wild eyes showed that she was alive. She possessed the keen senses and survival instincts of an animal, though perhaps not the sanity of a human being. None of her compatriots seemed capable of her level of stealth in these circumstances. They'd done fairly well early on, with the paladin chastened their lapses of silence with light taps from her sword, but their discipline had gradually deteriorated. Despite her normally excellent carriage and self-control the paladin was now slowly drawing her knees together and apart and shifting her upper body back and forth. The hulking fighter had a similar but much faster pattern of squirming, and his giant powerful hands were constantly gripping and kneading his manhood. The minute yet incessant trembling of the squire's scrawny legs was only interrupted by his gangly body's periodic fits of shuddering. The lancer was having the worst time. His roguish smile and cocky bearing always disappeared when he found himself in a confined space or was forced to remain motionless for any length of time, and both of those were now happening at the same time with no sign of coming relief. This anxiety made his urinary situation all the more unbearable. He was breathing too fast, and every part of his body was moving regularly, often noisily. The paladin had used her sword to gently remind him to be silently motionless, but no more than the other 3 offenders. As usual she gave the lancer more leeway than anyone else. When the lancer accidentally slammed the metal toe of his boot into the scout's shin, the sinewy young woman came to life and broke her long silence. "If you don't learn to sit still I'm gonna show you what real pain feels like," she quietly hissed. "I've learned terrible things I can do to the human body without drawing blood or making noise. Trust me, it'll hurt a lot worse than holding your piss in." "We've got to do something," the lancer said in a nervous quivering whisper directed at the entire party. "We've been in here 4 hours." "I believe it's closer to 3," the paladin gently corrected. "Well it's a long time. How much longer do we have to keep this up?" "For as long as they're looking for us here," the scout snapped. "You know that." "But how long does it take to search a forest?" "I don't know that. They could give up any minute now, or the hunt could only be half over." The lancer's whisper broke into his normal speaking voice. "Another 4 hours? That's impossible!" "Be quiet," the scout said between gritted teeth. "I can't believe anybody with the training and experience you brag about could be this suicidally moronic. You're as bad as the squire." "Hey!" complained a teenage voice from the other side of the trunk. "I wouldn't say an 8 hour search is impossible," the paladin said in a soft yet stern tone. "The earl is obsessed with tracking us down. We must steel ourselves for a lengthy ordeal." "I mean it's impossible for us," said the lancer as he continued to fidget. This was when the fighter broke in. "If we just aim for that soft spot in the middle of the ground it'll soak up and there'll be no harm." The scout's face looked as though she would scream with aggravation, but she kept to a whisper. "I told you before. I told all of you. Piss smells a thousand times as strong as blood, and we all know how good scentswine are at tracking a bleeder." The barbarian swallowed nervously as he remembered the grisly end of their 6th party member. The paladin tried again to boost the party's resolve. "We're disciplined and steadfast pathfinders," she said, and then looked around her motley company. "More or less. Our souls and bodies have been tested before, and we've always prevailed." There were nods, faint smiles, and even some looks of pride in the eyes of the long-suffering wayfarers. Silence had returned to the hollow tree, and there seemed to be a newfound confidence all around. Then the brute stumbled back into his previous argument. "I've seen those pigs in action. They're peeing all the time. How are they gonna tell our pee from their own?" The scout's throat gargled with a bestial anger as her mouth began to spit out a sentence. "Of all the ignorant, idiotic, mule-headed..." "Enough!" barked the paladin, now annoyed to the point of forgetting her whisper. "If our survival expert says we all need to...refrain from...easing ourselves, well, that's just what we'll do." The genteel lady was embarrassed to so much as mention the subject of urination even though it was on everyone's mind. "I think..." the squire began. "We can't do this much longer," interrupted the lancer, who had stood up and started to pace around the dark enclosure. "It's humanly impossible." "Excuse me," squeaked the squire. "He's right," bellowed the brute. "Even with my strength I'm just about peeing my pants right now. Think how the frail loins of the women are doing." "We really should..." the squire began. The scout raised her voice in rage. "It's humanly possible for me, and you're gonna make it humanly possible for you! All of you! If I smell the slightest scent of piss, if I hear the tiniest trickle coming out of any one of you, I'm gonna find the source and bite down as hard as I can!" She had no intention of carrying out that threat, but it could be just the motivation her unruly cohorts needed to control their bladders. For once their fears that she was insane would come in handy. "I think we should..." started the squire. "What?!?" the scout snarled in his face. "Excuse me, sorry, but the scentswine...well, they have ears. Not just noses. I think we ought to be quiet." "How do you like that? The kid's got more sense than the lot of us." She gave the squire a reassuring pat on the head. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm still gonna bite off your pecker if it leaks, though." "Brave hearts, everyone," the paladin whispered, and she looked her comrades in the eye one by one as if to channel strength into their minds. Instead of just a reassuring look, she treated the lancer to a surprisingly cozy hug, which calmed his nerves considerably. Then all the voices ceased as the 5 adventurers settled in the for the long haul. The scout was like a stern stone statue. The party didn't know she was having as much trouble holding as the rest of them. She'd keep her weakness hidden to the bitter end. Edited January 16, 2022 by Jimmy Olsen (see edit history)
Prisoners Don’t Pee Scarlett, Bessie, and Robin had their mug shots taken, their thumbs stamped, and were placed into prisoner outfits. The trio were forced into their jail cell where they would spend the next twenty years of their prison sentence. The first thing that the trio of criminal ladies - who have spent a lot of time in jail - noticed, was that there was no toilet in their cell. This possessed as a problem. The criminals had just been stuck on a boat for the past six hours on their way to this remote island. That, and all the margaritas they stole had made their bladders frantic for the toilet. Even a hole in the ground would have done nicely. But alas, none existed in this cell. Two police officers, male and female, entered the cell. They gave the criminals nasty looks. This was the ninth time they were caught and sentenced to prison. The criminals usually managed to find a way out, but none existed this time. After countless law breaking, Scarlett, Bessie, and Robin knew they were in for it now. When asking the police officers where the toilet was, the police just smiled at one another and smiled at the crossing legs and looks of desperation all three criminals gave them. “I am afraid this is your punishment now,” the policeman said. “What are you talking about?” Bessie demanded with her legs crossed and many nasty words to describe this man flew through her mind. “You three have stolen countless cars, wallets, jewelry, and appliances,” the policewoman went on. “You have even killed an innocent child.” “That child had it coming,” shouted Robin, jabbing her hand into her crotch. “Now where is the damn toilet! We gotta piss!” The police smiled at one another again and looked back at the trio. “Oh, we know,” the man assured them. He ordered them to take off their pants. They hesitated at first, but did. “You three have hurt so many, time and time again. This time, we are cracking down hard! This is your punishment,” the policeman said. “You three shall never pee again.” “For the next twenty years,” the policewoman went on. “You three must stay here, feeling your bladders get bigger and bigger and bigger. Suffering with the massive amount of pressure, waiting relief, bladder aching. But stuck to hold it.” “Yo, idiots!” Scarlett called. “What exactly makes us hold it in? You took away our potty? Boo, hoo. I mean, we have no issue pissing on this floor!” “Oh, but you won’t,” the policeman said. The policewoman grabbed all three prisoners in turn and bent them over. The policeman used his thumb and jabbed a small pink object directly up each ladies’ pee hole. “These are plugs,” the policeman said. “Urethral plugs.” “You cannot pee with them on,” the policewoman went on. “No matter how bad you want to… Not a single drop may exit those swollen pee pouches you ladies are carrying around. Those plugs have codes on them so they may only be removed with our hands. You three are stuck. Unable to take them out, unable to pee.” “That is the way it will work for the rest of your twenty year sentence,” the policeman said. The policewoman gave a fake, sympathetic frown. “Maybe you ladies will think twice about committing crime again.” With that, the police left, leaving behind three very confused prisoners. The days went by. Each day seemed longer than the last. Scarlett, Bessie, and Robin were now supporting three large bulges in front of them. Most days, their bulges were so big, they couldn’t even stand. They just lay around, grabbing themselves and moaning. They began using chalk to check off the days as most prisoners do. But Scarlett, Bessie, and Robin had it worse than ‘most prisoners’. These three ladies were unallowed to pee for the next twenty years. But that police lady was right. They would never commit a crime again. The Bet Betty has the largest bladder on the planet. At least that is what she believed. Betty would go around, bragging about how large her urinary bladder was. Betty would brag and boast about how much she could hold. And these were not just empty words either. Betty could be on a road trip with all her friends and while they are squirming for the bathroom, she is totally fine. Betty was the woman who could down half a dozen alcoholic drinks and last for several more hours before a single trip to the ladies’ room. Betty never had to worry about where the nearest bathroom was, how clean it was, or how much she drank. Because no matter how much she drank, Betty was always able to arrive at a toilet before even feeling desperate. Betty could hold her pee for hours, even days without a single issue! Betty would even go so far as to pee into a jug and measure her urine. Each time she measured was far more impressive than the last. Betty has been known to hold up to two and a half gallons of urine in her gut. One day, Betty got into a small argument with her boyfriend, Jeff. Jeff insisted that there was no way Betty’s bladder was that big to hold indefinitely. Betty agreed whole holding indefinitely may be tricky, even for her, she could certainly hold for extended periods of time. Betty even bet that she could hold it all inside for a year. Betty even took this a step farther and bet that she could do this while drinking an entire gallon of water a day as well as a diuretic of Jeff’s choosing. Jeff was a gambling man, so he agreed. The winner got two thousand dollars. The bet was on and everything was in place. For the next few weeks, Betty drank an entire gallon of water and each day, Jeff chose a diuretic for her to drink as well. Betty did all of this without a single bathroom break and no problems. It wasn’t until the end of the second month that Betty began to feel the pressure. Betty’s sweet, soundless nights soon became her squirming and grasping herself as she rocked herself to sleep. Each drop of liquid Betty was forced to consume suddenly felt like an ocean down her hatch. Betty felt tidal waves pound at her bladder as an entire storm began to brew down there. Betty spent her newfound days wiggling and squirming and dancing all around in absolute desperation. Her enormous bladder had expanded from her belly at an alarming rate. Upon seeing his girlfriend so uncomfortable, Jeff tried to call off the bet. But between wanting to win that two grand and showing her boyfriend what her bladder was made of, Betty continued to push her gigantic pee sack as far as it would go. Betty still had ten months to go, and she could barely walk or think straight anymore. But through all this, Betty never leaked a drop. The Punishment of Povolo In a very ancient, lost religion, there tells a tale of a hero who was at the same time, a trickster. Povolo was a son of the chief of the gods, Lak. Before Povolo was even born, Lak and his wife, the lovely Queen Beeta made a bet. Lak insisted that his son would have godly features just like him. Beeta, however, pointed out the sad truth that Povolo was only half-god, for his mother was a mortal. Povolo would be extraordinary, sure. But as extraordinary as the gods? No way! Lak, insistent on winning this bet with his wife, sent his servant Y the lion down to earth where he bestowed upon baby Povolo the powers of an immortal god. Unfortunately, the process had just begun when Povolo’s mortal mother, Kupla came into the nursery. Upon seeing a lion standing over her baby, Kupla freaked out. Her motherly instincts kicked in. She grabbed a club and beat the lion to death. This deeply angered Uwwo the goddess of wildlife. You see, Y was actually Uwwo’s lion servent who she leant to Lak. Furious at seeing her servant be destroyed at the bloody hands of Kulpa, Uwwo put a curse on baby Povolo. The thing was, despite failing his task to grant Povolo godhood, before Kupla beat him dead, Y had started the process of godlifying Povolo’s organs. Y had given the child a urinary bladder worthy of the gods. This made it so Povolo would never leak urine and would forever be in full control of his natural juices. Uwwo used this to her advantage. Yes, thanks to Y, Povolo had an indestructible bladder. But Uwwo cursed the child so he his bladder would always fill up, even directly after he voided. Povolo grew. Povolo constantly had to urinate. But for as often as he needed the chamber pot, his bladder never leaked. Povolo went on to defeat the worst beasts known to man and recuse many men, women, and children. As a way to make amends to Uwwo for his mother murdering Y, Povolo even went on to protect wildlife. Povolo would save people and animals and defeat monsters and foes, not with his strength… But with his intelligence. Povolo would trick every villain he came across. Povolo tricked the villain to set up their own trap and thus, their own demise. Uwwo watched from the heavens as this hero performed nobel deeds. Each one more brave and daring than the last. Perhaps Uwwo misjudged this hero. Perhaps she had him all wrong. After watching Povolo rescue a kitten from a tree, that settled Uwwo’s debate with herself. Uwwo declared that she would undo the curse she bestowed upon this hero years ago when he was a baby. Alas, before Uwwo could take away this hero’s curse, she spotted the hero go head to head with none other than Uwwo’s own son, Tetetat. Tetetat was a giant beast that had the body of a lion, the legs of a horse, the striped pattern of an okapi, the head of a dragon, the tail of a yeti, and a unicorn’s horn. The beast even had half a dozen live serpents, six growing out of each side of his body. Povolo made the mistake of using his cunning to defeat Uwwo’s son in combat. Uwwo grew furious. She used her might and placed Povolo stuck in a great river with a roaring waterfall behind him. Povolo could not move from this spot. Uwwo had bound the hero’s ankles with seagrass. Should Povolo try to move, he would only land face first in the mud and churning water. Nor could he void his bladder as Uwwo made his sphincter always remain closed. Instead, poor Povolo had to stand in the stream, listening to the roaring water day in and day out. To make matters worse, a great lion stood on the plain before him. The great lion would urinate and urinate before the trickster's urine filled eyes. For the great lion’s bladder would never run empty. The great lion would forever urinate, a task which the hero, Povolo was no longer permitted to do. Edited December 18, 2022 by UrineLover1 (see edit history)
This was a requested piece of fiction that turned out to be something worth posting! So here it is! Enjoy! Nikki Halls, a beautiful woman looking for a night out with the girls, was getting ready to head out. She walked up to her closet and opened the door to find something good to wear for her night out. Nikki was a wonderful looking woman. She had the curves of a model, the face of a Brazilian hottie, and the ass of a Kardashian. Her boobs were a gorgeous D, shaped so perfectly. She sometimes loved teasing the boys in public by not wearing a bra, and just letting then flop all about. She was perfect for a 22 year old girl! "Hmm... What should I wear for my night?" Nikki asked herself as she looked through her closet, trying to find something cute but revealing to wear. She pulled out a pair of black tights, and held them out in front of her to examine them. "Ooh! These are perfect! These are definitely a must!" Nikki said happily as she tossed them onto her bed. She then browsed her closet for something to wear for her beautiful curvy torso. She looked at a black leather jacket for a few moments, then pushed it aside and looked at a black shirt. She pulled it out and looked at it. It was a black, long, thin spandex shirt. This would show her curves perfectly! "This is perfect! This would go great with my pants!" she said as she smiled. She tossed the shirt on her bed, next to the tights she tossed there earlier. Then she closed her closet and walked over to her dresser. She opened her panty drawer. She pulled out a pair of black panties, and examined them. These were her favourite panties. These panties gave her so much pleasure. Not because they rubbed her off. Not because they saved her life. These were her favourite panties because she had so much fun in them. Nikki secretely loved being desperate for a poo. She always held it in whenever she could, and enjoyed having near-accidents, but somehow always managed to make it. She did have another kink of hers, however. She also enjoyed farting. Mainly desperate farts. She had always enjoyed letting out a long, wet shart right into her pants before going potty to relieve her desperation. Her panties weren't anything like a thong. They were almost like boxers. They were comfortable, and quite dirty at that. She never washed them, so any sharts or skidmarks or any cum that shot out into them remained there. "Ooh~ My favourite pair!" She said as she giggled. She took off her towel that she wore after getting out of the shower, and threw it onto the ground. She was bare naked, her beautiful body revealed. Her boobs flopped lower and bounced a little as she dropped her towel, causing her to giggle. "Hehe~ bouncy little ones, aren't ya?" She managed to say as she giggled. She then examined her favourite pair of panties. They smelled quite like a stinky fart, and had a little skidmark towards the seat of them. No cum stains could he seen since they were black, but she knew there was something there. Nikki bent over, and lifted her left leg up, and placed her left leghole of her panties where her left foot would go, then did the same for the right side. Then she pulled them up, and slid them snuggly into position. She blushed lightly as she felt a bit of dampness in the rear from the skidmark that was put there quite recently. "Hehe~ I'm already getting excited!" Nikki said ecstatically. These panties were definitely going to get stinky tonight! She walked over to her bed, and grabbed her bra that was hanging on her bedstand. She positioned it over her massive boobs, then strapped it in place. Her boobs lifted up, looking even larger as she strapped it on. She then picked up her tights, and sat down on her bed. She felt the skidmark in the rear of her panties, giggling more as she pulled her tights on. Nikki then pulled her black shirt on, and was ready for her night. Her friends said they would meet her at the new local nightclub, Midnight 9. She walked out into her kitchen, grabbed her purse, and made her way to the door. Her stomach then gurgled quietly right as she reached the door, and smirked. She had to fart. "Oohoo~ Already starting, are we?" She said as she bent forward and started pushing. A low pitched, crackly fart escaped her bum as she moaned quietly with relief. She placed her hand on her bum, and farted into her hand. The tights she's wearing would hold this stink for a bit, making her feel a little naughty. Once she finished farting, she moved her hand right below her nose and sniffed. She stiffled a giggle as she sniffed. "Well well, what a cute little fart! Something tells me tonight is gonna be fun!" She said as she opened the door and went outside. She closed the door behind her, then began making her way to her car. She opened the driver door, and sat down inside the car seat. She shut the door, and put the car key into the ignition, and twisted, turning the car on. She put it in gear, then backed out of the driveway. Her stomach gurgled again, making her feel her need to poo slightly worsen. She groaned quietly as the pain worsened, then let out a quiet fart. This made the inside of her car slightly smell of her fart. This caused her to blush. After about 35 minutes, she arrived at the club. Her need to poo got worse, making her slightly more desperate. She parked her car out in front of the club, and looked around. She didn't see her friend's cars anywhere, but shrugged it off, assuming that they parked on another street. Her stomach gurgled again, then she opened the car door, and shut it, walking up to the club's entrance. There was a club bouncer there who makes sure only people on the list get in to avoid any funny business. She approached the bouncer. He bore a name tag, with the name "Tom" on the front. "Name?" Tom asked as Nikki approached him. He had an aggressive and strong stance and look, slightly intimidating Nikki. She somehow managed to hide her desperation from showing. "Nikki. Nikki Halls." She told the menacing bouncer. He then glanced down at his clipboard for a few moment, then to Nikki and nodded as he opened the door for her. As she walked in, he glanced at her ass and smirked. "Damn, what an ass.." Tom mumbled quietly to himself. Little did he know that ass gave Nikki pleasure in her own little way. Nikki walked down a flight of stairs, and entered the main area of Midnight 9. It wasn't that big of a club, but looked very deluxe. There was a dance floor, the floor being constant flashing square lights that changed colours. The dancefloor had many beautiful ladies and handsome men dancing there, having the night of their life. Nikki looked around, and couldn't find her friends anywhere. After 10 minutes of searching, she could not find her friends anywhere. They had ditched her. She was getting very desperate for a poo, her stomach gurgling more violently this time. She walked to the bar, and took her seat on a stool. A rather handsome man sat next to her. She lifted her bum off the seat, and let out a slightly gurgly fart, but unable to be heard due to the loud music playing in the club. This fart smelled quite a bit like poo, meaning that soon, there will be no air to push out, but rather, a big mess. Nikki got the attention of the bartender, and asked her for a martini. Out of the corner of Nikki's eye, she could see the man next to her slightly blushing. "Lemme pay for that for you." He said to Nikki, then slid a couple bucks towards the bartender as she gave Nikki her drink. Nikki turned towards the mysterious man, and nodded as she thanked him. "Thank you! You're so kind!" She said to him, then took a sip from her martini. "I'm Alex! What's your name, cutie?" Alex said to Nikki as he still had a faint tint of blush plastered on his cheeks. "I'm Nikki!" she said to Alex. Nikki quite liked Alex's look. He looked very handsome. Nikki, on the other hand, had a look of desperation. She was very desperate for a poo now. She then looked down at his crotch, and noticed a bulge that was growing. Alex was getting turned on. Possibly by her desperation? "You getting excited there, big boy?" Nikki said teasingly to Alex. He had just realized himself being turned on. "Y-yeah.. It's just.. You're cute and, well.." Alex continued as he began mumbling. "What were you gonna say, Alex?" Nikki interrogated as she leaned closer, lifting her bum up a bit, and letting out a gurgly fart, causing the air around them to reek of the stink of Nikki's fart. This caused Alex to get turned on more. "Is that you making that.. Smell?" Alex inquired. "Yeah, it is. I gotta poo really badly!" Nikki said as she blushed. She squirmed a little as if to support her point. "That's quite.. Hot!" Alex said to Nikki. She then looked at him with widened eyes. "Oh you think me holding it in is hot~?" Nikki teased. Alex nodded as he got as hard as he could. His jeans showed his boner very clearly. Nikki reached down and placed her hand on the bulge, giggling as she looked at Alex, biting her lip. "You dirty boy~ Well I think I should go to the bathroom before I actually... Oogh... Have an accident." Nikki said. Her saying 'accident' suddenly made her a little wet in her nether region. Little did she know that Alex had a kink for desperation. He loved seeing a girl desperate for a potty, and also enjoyed watching a lady just let loose in her pants. "Don't you wanna tease this naughty boy some more, baby~?" Alex charismatically inquired to Nikki. "A-alright baby~" Nikki said back in quite a seductive voice. She was a little worried. She never tried messing before. She hopes she could hold out longer for Alex. She squirmed as she sat on the stool, and finished her martini. She slightly wanted to see where this night would go. Maybe it's a good thing her friends weren't here. She met this really hot guy who likes seeing her desperate. "How's about we head back to my place, baby~? I got a bathroom and a bedroom so you can get pleasure from both places~" Alex said as he gave a little seductive wink. Nikki got wetter, and wanted to have fun. "Okay, tough guy~ I'll be sure to let you have fun~" Nikki said seductively. Alex then led her up the club's stairs, and out the door. Nikki's need to poo was getting very unbearable. She would need to use the bathroom as soon as she got to Alex's home! Nikki decided to keep her car paeked where it was, and will take care of the ticket when she got home, that is if she did get a ticket. Nikki got into the passenger seat of Alex's car, and closed the door. Her stomach gurgled violently, then her bowels rumbled deeply as she groaned. Then Alex got into the driver seat, and shut the door. Nikki lifted her bum, and pushed out a very bubbly fart as Alex turned the car on. This fart lasted quite a long time, and was very relieving to get out. The car began to stink up of Nikki's relief, causing Alex to get turned on again. Then a sudden squish sound emanated from Nikki's rear as her fart abruptly stopped, then she blushed deeply. Her rear was a little wet. Nikki had just sharted in her tights. "W-what was that sound?" Alex inquired, even though he had a good guess as to what just happened in the seat of Nikki's pants. "I just sharted, baby~ I just couldn't hold it in anymore! It was a messy little fart of mine!" Nikki answered in a slightly seductive voice. She moved her butt around in the seat, causing the small amount of mush in her pants to mush around with her butt. She blushed at the feeling. "I thought so." Alex said as his pants bulged out in the front again. Alex sure was having a dream come true tonight! After 5 minutes of driving, they both arrived at Alex's house. Nikki had the car really stinked up with the smell of her accidental release. Alex enjoyed every moment in that car. Alex then opened his car door, and began walking to the front porch of his home. Nikki did the same, waiting behind Alex. She had one hand on her belly, and the other on her rear as she whined quietly, getting to the peak of desperation. "Ooogh hurry Alex! I gotta goooooo!" Nikki whined as she squirmed in place. Alex then unlocked the front door and walked in, Nikki following behind. "The bathroom is up the flight of steps, down the hall, and to the right!" Alex chimed to Nikki. As Alex walked into his living room, Nikki began making her way up the steps. After about 2 steps, Nikki's stomach and bowels gurgled as a very bubbly fart escaped her bum. She blushed as she pushed it out, then continued making her way up the stairs. Nikki arrived at the top of the steps, then began walking, or waddling slowly considering her circumstances, down the long hallway. She took arrived at the end of the hall, and looked at a door on the right side. The door had a label written on it. It read 'bathroom'. Maybe Alex had do many visitors over that he had to label the restroom. Nikki slowly waddled up to the door, and placed her hand on the door handle. She attempted to turn the knob, but it didn't move. "W-what..? Aw come on!" Nikki cried as she jiggled the door handle more with no luck. Nikki refused to believe the truth, but the door was jammed. Just as she tried one more time, her stomach gurgled violently. She groaned as she placed both hands on her belly. "Nononononono! I'm so close! I gotta make!" Nikki cried as she stared at the door. But there was no use in trying to deny it. The inevitable was going to happen, whether Nikki liked it or not. Her bowels rumbled deeply as she placed both hands on her rear, and a sudden squish emanated from her rear. "Nonooo!" Nikki whined, but there was no use in complaining. The inevitable was happening. A bubbly crackle sounded from her rear as a bulge began to form on her tights. Her hands began getting pushed further from her rear as a mound of mush grew in the seat of her pants. The crackling soon changed to a splorching and squelching sound as the mess pouring from her butt and into her pants and panties grew softer and wetter. Gushing sounds blew from her rear as the bulge began to grow to enormous proportions. The bulge just grew bigger with each bit of mush being pushed into her tights. Nikki placed one hand on her mouth as the other remained on the bulge. She blushed as she just gave up, and started pushing. A loud squelch sounded as a torrent of mush evacuated into her already soiled pants. Her tights couldn't bulge out anymore, so her growing mess spread out more across her bum, like a smelly pancake. It began working it's way up towards her back, but her tights wouldn't allow for leaks. Squish sounds were heard as her panties could hold no more, and the wet mush began pouring from her panty leg holes and into the back of her tight's legs. The rear of her tight's legs began bulging out and the mush worked it's way down her legs. Nikki pushed put the remainder of her mess, and blushed deeply. The inevitable happened to Nikki. Nikki just shit her pants. "Oh my god.. I just.. Messed myself.." Nikki mumbled quietly to herself. She needed to tell Alex tge door was locked. Otherwise she'd be stuck in the messy pants. Nikki began waddling down the hallway to the stairs, then began walking down them. About halfway down the stairs, Nikki let out a disgusting fart. The mess in her soiled pants made the fart sound very bubbly. She continued down the stairs, then turned left and entered the living room. "Well there you are, Nikki! Did you relieve yourself?" Alex asked. She nodded shyly, then looked at Alex. "What's wrong, love?" Alex inquired. Then Nikki turned around, revealing the massive, brown bulge in the seat of her black tights. "Oh my god... That's hot~" Alex said seductively. Nikki then waddled over to Alex on the couch, then pushed him down onto his back, and crawled on top of him. She took his hand, and placed it on the bulge in the back of her pants. "Then let's have some fun, hot stuff~" Nikki whispered into Alex's ear as she began roughly kissing him. They were definitely going to have plenty of fun tonight!
Here's the first part of a story I wrote about a year ago. It's pretty long, so I'm not going to post all of it at once. Hope you enjoy. Seduction and a Twist Abigail Mastin perused her appearance via the immaculately shined glass of the front door. She had arrived about five minutes ago and made her way to the front door, but she had not yet rung the bell. She didn’t need to look at her watch to know she was about fifteen minutes early. She prided herself on her punctuality. She normally didn’t pride herself on her appearance, but she was pretty pleased with the image looking back at her. She was asked to dress casually for the festivities this evening. She smiled and shook her head. Festivities. Ugh. She wondered how many words the organizer of this gathering went through before settling on that one. Abigail rang the doorbell. As she waited for the door to be answered, she gave her appearance one more inspection. Faded dark jeans, slightly distressed, comfortable, but tight enough across her backside to add some snap. She wore a long-sleeve black dress shirt, which was just silky enough to provide a little shimmer in the right light. The shirt was untucked and unbuttoned, not only for comfort, but to allow her light blue tank top to be visible beneath. Her perky breasts stood at attention (it was the end of October, and the air had turned cooler). What Abigail considered to be an acceptable amount of cleavage peaked above the neckline of the top. And shoes, well, she was never really a shoe girl. She through on the nearest pair of Under Armour running shoes, but she made sure they weren’t horribly scuffed. The door opened, and she was escorted past the foyer into a dimly lit hallway. Candles burning in sconces that lined the walls of the hallway were the only source of light. She smiled again and turned around to ask her escort a question, but the young woman was no longer there. She rolled her eyes and turned back around. “Nimbus,” she said, liking the way her voice echoed off the walls and down the hallway. There was no response. The man really liked to set the stage. “Oh, Niiiii-mmmm-buss,” she called playfully. She knew he was not far down the hallway, situated in a spot where the candlelight couldn’t reach. He would soon make his entrance when he felt enough tension built. Theatrical. Mysterious. A little shy of creepy, but Abigail had known Nimbus a long time. She thought it really was adorable how he found new ways to keep her guessing. Next time, his entrance would be different. She could guarantee it. Weirdo. She smirked. Abigail watched the tall form of Nimbus slide out of the shadows. He walked slowly towards her, but his long legs ate up the distance quickly. He wore a playful smile. His grey-blue eyes were confident, penetrating, and very . . . what was the best way to describe how he looked at Abigail . . . ? Naughty. Abigail felt her inside quiver as Nimbus gently cupped her face in his large hands. He gently kissed her, and, just as gently slid his tongue between her lips. What felt like an electric charge buzzed through her body. She stepped into his kiss and quickly sought out his tongue with hers. She felt Nimbus’ hands slide lovingly over her body, one hand gently massaging her backside through her jeans. The electrical charge inside her was accompanied by an unexpected trembling. Intense heat blossomed between her legs, and her body felt like she was submerged in the most soothing water she’d ever felt. She could not contain a whimper and a moan. I could actually love this guy if he wasn’t such a weirdo, Abigail thought. Then her body bucked violently. Abigail instantly felt her panties become sticky between her legs. Fuck! I just came in my pants! She felt her body spasm repeatedly as she ejaculated more in her panties. God, I really hate this guy! She felt her legs crumpled beneath her, and Nimbus gracefully caught her, sliding one arm behind her legs. Exhausted, Abigail snuggled into his chest. She felt herself being carried, ever so smoothly, by Nimbus. She kissed him weakly on the neck, as she was consumed by his musky after shave. Abigail snuggled into Nimbus. He had swept her into the room he called a den, and he gently laid her down on the couch. He knelt on the floor and stroked her cheek lovingly. Without realizing she was doing it, he left hand slid between her legs over the top of her jeans. Nimbus sensed the movement, looked down at her hand, and he chuckled (which sounded like a sexy whisper to Abigail). She felt another hand join hers between her legs. “You made me cum in my pants, mister,” Abigail whispered. “Did you like it?” “No, it was horrible,” she retorted with a smile. Nimbus slid across the floor, positioning his mouth over her flat stomach. He lifted her tank top just enough to kiss her navel. She felt his hand slide further into the crotch of her jeans. Abigail opened her thighs a little wider, enjoying Nimbus’ large hand caressing hers, as they both continued exploring. Abigail could feel another jolt building inside her. She was powerless to stop it. Nimbus sensed it building too. She felt him stop caressing her hand for less than a second and just pushed his hand into hers, causing her own hand to press firmly into the crotch of her jeans. All Abigail could do was gasp as another orgasm thronged through her body. Instantly, she felt the fabric of her jeans dampen against her hand. “You really suck. You know that, Nimbus?” Abigail said breathlessly. She had removed her own hand from her damp crotch, but she noticed Nimbus’ hand remained. “You sure are wet down there, lady,” she heard Nimbus chuckle smoothly. “Abigail smiled and clamped her thighs together, trapping his hand between her legs. Nimbus slowly freed his hand and positioned himself next to Abigail on the couch. He was thankful the couches in the den was deeper, so he could recline with her. He nuzzled into Abigail’s soft neck, smelling soap and vanilla. “You not only made me cum twice in the span of ten minutes,” Abigail whispered, “you made me explode in my pants. My panties are freakin’ soaked. I seriously thought I peed my pants. Twice.” Nimbus slowly rose from the couch, gently sitting Abigail up with him. He smiled and addressed Abigail’s puzzled expression. “Oh my,” he said, kissing her on the forehead. You’re really gonna love the next part of the evening, Abigail. He asked her to wait in the den, saying he had “preparations” to make. He promised to return in no more than ten minutes. Abigail rolled her eyes as he departed. “Oh boy,” she grumbled. Nimbus was definitely kinky, almost creepy sometimes. She had a feeling, however, that she was going to enjoy what he was preparing. She made herself comfortable back on the couch, noticing the wet spot between her legs. She couldn’t help but smile.
Part Two: . . . and a twist . . . “Hello, Ms. Mastin.” Abigail couldn’t help but stare at the stunning woman who entered the room. Nimbus was not far behind her, smiling coily. Abigail quickly composed herself, walked across the den, and smiled as she gently shook the woman’s hand. Abigail was comfortable enough with herself to admit that the woman was sexy as hell. If Abigail and Nimbus had been an actual couple, Abigail would have been insanely jealous. She and Nimbus were not a couple - never would be. That’s just the way it worked between them. Exclusive relationships were too complicated. “My name is Susan,” the woman said, smiling pleasantly. Susan’s nose crinkled a little between her eyes. “If it’s okay with you, I’d prefer to not provide my last name.” There was no edge to Susan’s voice, so Abigail didn’t feel as if Susan were being rude in her reluctance to share her last name. Susan obviously knew Abigail’s last name, but she probably would never know theirs. Again, Abigail thought, more complications averted. Abigail simply nodded courteously. Susan couldn’t have been much older than Abigail, and she was also thin and seemed to have the body of a swimmer - lithe, firm, and graceful. She wore a tapered pair of lightly colored dress pants. They were snug, but not tight, hugging her gently curving hips nicely. I bet her ass looks amazing in those pants, Abigail thought, feeling a slight tingle between her legs. As if reading Abigail’s thoughts, Susan turned slightly to motion Nimbus to join them. Yup. The woman has an amazing ass, Abigail thought, smiling. Susan and Nimbus stepped toward Abigail. Susan’s perfume was intoxicating. Not overpowering, but for Abigail to get lost in her scent. The tingle between Abigail’s legs grew. Susan stopped directly in front of Abigail, smiling. Nimbus stood beside Susan, still wearing a devilish expression. Susan offered her hand to Abigail, and Abigail immediately took it. Nimbus joined in, holding both woman’s hand, creating a circle in the middle of the den. Despite the subdued lighting, Abigail could see that Susan had the most gorgeous emerald green eyes. While Nimbus had the most soothing, but smoldering, almond eyes, Susan’s green eyes radiated sensual energy. Abigail felt the pressure of their hands increase gently, and the circle closed tighter. “Abigail,” Susan spoke softly, “I’m sure you are fully aware of Nimbus’ . . . well . . . interesting sexual appetites.” “Indeed,” Abigail responded, giving Nimbus a playful glance. Nimbus simply winked. “And I know you have engaged in passionate scenarios with him involving the presence of another woman,” Susan said, giving Abigail’s hand a little squeeze. Abigail returned the gesture to indicate her agreement. “Nimbus has also told me th4ere are some fetishes you are more than comfortable engaging in?” The smile on Susan’s when she asked this was mischievious. The tone in which the question was spoken, along with the naughty arching of Susan’s brow, indicated that Susan seemed to be aware of these fetishes as well. “Yes,” Abigail answered, feeling moist between her legs. “Fantastic,” Susan said energetically. All three now understood what would happen next, so Nimbus broke the circle and gently set the two lovely ladies to dancing slowly together in the middle of the room. Abigail noticed a large mirror had been placed in the room with them. She had no idea how it got there, and, at the moment, she didn’t care. As Abigail and Susan slowly turned gracefully, each woman took time to admire the other’s body. It was no so much a dance as it was an intimate hug while slowly turning together in a circle. Abigail pulled apart from Susan enough to slide her tongue between Susan’s warm lips. Susan felt her panties dampening in anticipation. Abigail panties were definitely wetter than they were minutes ago after her second explosion on the couch with Nimbus, but she willed herself to hold on a little longer. As if anticipating Abigail’s need for release, Susan whispered warmly in Abigail’s ear.” “Can I go first?” Abigail could not stop a moan from escaping her throat. “Absolutely,” Abigail replied, breathlessly. The two beautiful women positioned themselves in front of the large mirror and the couch. Nimbus was planted precariously on the edge of the couch, watching them intently. “This shouldn’t take long,” Susan said. “I’ve been preparing all day for this.” Abigail and Susan stopped their dance and pulled apart just enough for them to be able to look at one another. Abigail’s insides felt molten, and between her legs there was a pulsing anticipation. Abigail was not kept waiting long. Susan pressed in a little closer, but not so much that they couldn’t still look into each other’s eyes. Both felt the other’s firm breasts press together, and the two began to erotically grind their tingling crotches together. Abigail felt Susan’s body tense for a moment, and Susan’s countenance seemed to be one of intense concentration. Susan scrunched her eyelids together, smiling wickedly as she did so. After a few seconds, Susan opened her eyes. Abigail felt Susan’s abdomen convulse repeatedly, and Abigail was treated to a loud gurgling in Susan’s tummy. Susan ground her crotch deeper against Abigail’s. Both woman moaned at the contact. From beneath Susan’s snug dress pants, air forced its way out, followed closely by wert and bubbling sounds. Abigail felt the release in Susan’s body as a soft warm mess slathered into her panties. Seconds later, more of the mess bubbled and slid into Susan’s pants. “Oh, my . . . “ Susan said, “Mmmmmm . . . goodness.” A few grunts escaped her lips. Susan quickly guided on of Abigail’s hands to the seat of her dress pants. Abigail immediately was treated to clamping Susan’s firm backside. When Abigail felt the slight bulge and warm mess beneath Susan’s pants, Abigail ground into Susan violently. Abigail kissed Susan deeply, and she felt Susan’s abdomen quiver again. Abigail patted Susan ass lovelingly as Susan continued to poop in her pants with pleasure. Susan continued to unleash wave after wave of poop. Abigail glanced at the reflection of Susan’s snug pants, and there was a huge dark stain across the seat of the woman’s pants. Susan had pooped in her pants for one minute and twenty-two seconds. . . . but who was counting? Susan, now breathless, guided Abigail so they could a spin around to give Nimbus a better view of Susan’s mess. Abigail wasn’t looking at Nimbus, but she heard him groan loudly. Both women smiled at one another, knowing exactly what that signified. Still pressed tightly against Susan (and enjoying every second of it), Abigail became aware of an intense warmth saturating the front of her jeans. Abigail knew she really needed to pee, and, for a moment, she thought she had lost control of her bladder. She fought the urge to separate from Susan enough to investigate, but the faraway look in Susan’s eyes was all the evidence she needed. Abigail’s body jolted a little, and she felt her panties dampen more. She pressed even closer to Susan, relishing the feeling of Susan’s pee against her legs. Moments later, the faraway look on Susan’s face retreated, and Susan smiled. “Ahhhh . . . what a rel-” Susan couldn’t finish her statement, because Abigail’s warm tongue slid between the woman’s lips. Susan was surprised, but was not surprised how she loved the feeling of Abigail’s undulating tongue dance in her mouth. What really caught Susan by surprise was the volcanic orgasm she experienced as a direct result. As Susan’s body quivered, Susan ejaculated repeatedly in her already wet and soiled panties. The release was so intense that Abigail broke their passionate kiss so she could focus of preventing Susan from collapsing. Nimbus discovered enough physical strength to assist Abigail in guiding Susan to the couch. Even the slight discomfort of the tremendous load in her pants squishing all over her backside couldn’t stop her body from cumming more and more into her pants. “What the . . . why’m . . . what’s wrong with me?” Susan muttered. Suddenly, as if her body was granting her mercy, Susan’s intense, almost frightening, orgasm was over. She sat back in the comfortable leather couch, and her vision began to clear. Susan looked from Abigail to Nimbus, both of who wore looks of concern. However, as she looked at their faces closer, she saw looks of simmering erotic excitement beneath. “Did you two do something to me?” Susan asked, having had to rehearse the question in her mind a few times before allowing it to leave her mouth. After what she’d just experienced, she wasn’t sure what she could trust herself doing. “I mean, I haven’t cum so much in my life,” she said, feeling more and more relaxed as she spoke. Susan watched Nimbus tried to hide a devilish smile and begin to turn away. Abigail stopped his retreat and held him in place in front of Susan. “Yes, Nimbus dear,” Abigail said sternly, squeezing his shoulders for effect. “It seems I encountered a similar . . . reaction . . . earlier. Pretty sure that wasn’t just a coincidence.” Susan felt her stomach tighten momentarily, but she relaxed significantly when Abigail’s eyes met hers. Abigail was smiling behind Nimbus, and she gave Susan a playful wink. Nimbus attempted to be obstinate for a few moments, but his resolve crumbled away. Third and final part to follow . . .
Here is the conclusion to this tale. I hope you've enjoyed it. Working on some new stuff. Might be a longer wait, though. I lost some of my favorite stories from another notebook, so I'm going to have to start from scratch. Without further ado . . . “Okay,” Nimbus said, turning just enough to wrap his arm around Abigail’s waist to guide her to his side. Susan thought for sure Abigail would resist, but she proved to be a very good sport. Abigail did, however, offering Nimbus a confused and slightly hostile glance. Nimbus offered his free hand to Susan, urging her stand with them. Reluctant at first, Susan relented and joined them. “My apologies, my beautiful ladies,” Nimbus continued, positioning Abigail and Susan in front of him. “Or ‘beautiful princesses’ to be more accurate . . .” Abigail and Susan looked at each other and rolled their eyes simultaneously. When they looked back at Nimbus, he was holding a small square piece of paper in the palm of his right hand. The paper was a little smaller than a postage stamp, and was almost translucent. If not for the light provided by a nearby lamp, they might not have been able to see it. Nimbus did not extend his hand toward them, and the girls did not advance to investigate further. Nimbus was greeted by raised eyebrows from his two “beautiful princesses.” “Transdermal tab,” Nimbus explained. “Place it on the tongue. It dissolves instantly, but the active agent remains viable for up to one hour.” He put the small item back in his pocket. “Don’t worry. It’s not toxic. It does, however, boost specific parts of the female . . . um . . . well the erotic and pleasure centers of the brain. The chemical contained within can be passed from one person to the next. By a kiss, for example. The next person can also pass the chemical residue to another by similar contact.” Abigail and Susan looked at one another, trying to process Nimbus’ presentation. Nimbus remained politely aloof as usual. After a few moments, Abigail sighed loudly, which sounded like a gust of wind in the quiet room. “Nimbus, Nimbus, Nimbus,” Abigail said. “You should know by now that you don’t have to resort to deception to keep me coming back.” “Same here, mister,” Susan added, moving toward Nimbus. She snuggled into him. They looked at Abigail, who still appeared reticent. Nimbus cautiously extended his hand to her. “My deepest apologies, Ms. Abigail,” Nimbus said theatrically. “I will not be so devious again.” Abigail’s face softened, and she took a step forward. Susan immediately saw the crotch of Abigail’s jeans darken, and thin tributaries drifted down her inner thighs. Susan felt that familiar tingle. Abigail slowed her advance and gave Nimbus a menacing squint, but the corner of her mouth twitched into a smile. Wetness exploded across the front of her jeans. Abigail continued slowly forward, making a slow turn to show the back of her jeans. Susan felt her panties grow warmer and moist again. The back of Abigail’s jeans glistened as she continued to let go. The wetness crept up to the middle of Abigail’s butt. Abigail turned back to face them. The legs of her jeans were saturated all the way down to her sneakers, but Abigail continued letting it go. Abigail reached Susan and Nimbus, and they enveloped her a group hug. All was well. Eventually, the three separated, and Abigail and Susan took in the mess they’d made of themselves. “Well, Nimbus, honey,” Abigail said, as she looked down at her jeans. “I think the ‘transdermal tab made me pee my pants.” She gave Nimbus a pouty face. Susan laughed. “I’m sorry, sweet princess,” replied Nimbus, “but that accident is all your doing.” Abigail went from pouty face to embarrassed school girl, swaying slightly in her wet jeans. “Speaking of accidents . . . will there be any more from you this evening?” Nimbus asked casually. Susan smiled, shifting slightly in order to feel the mess in her pants. Abigail stopped swaying and just smiled at Nimbus. “I’m sorry, Nimbus dear,” she said, smiling playfully. “I just don’t have that in me this evening.” Nimbus was crestfallen, so Susan chimed in. “Um . . . As much as I thoroughly enjoy the initial feeling of . . . well . . . having an accident in ny pants, I’m not digging standing around like this.” She looked down at her own pants. “I mean, you can only feel sexy so long after you’ve peed and pooped your pants.” All three enjoyed a laugh, and the girls went to go get cleaned up. As they cleaned up, each of them was treated to equal levels of pleasure. There was no more use of Nimbus’ transdermal tab . . . At least not for the remainder of the evening. Abigail reflected on her evening with Nimbus and Susan as she pulled her car into her garage. Truthfully, she was pissed at what Nimbus had pulled. However, no one got hurt. It wasn’t the first time Nimbus got creepy and weird, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. At the conclusion of the evening, after getting cleaned up, Abigail had thrown on a comfortable sweatshirt and the fresh pair of jeans she’d brought with her. These jeans were tighter than the ones she’d peed in. Those wet jeans would be laundered by Nimbus and sent back to her. As Abigail set her keys down on her kitchen counter, she wondered how Susan’s poor pants would fair. Abigail knew from experience that having a minor poop accident in your pants could potentially ruin said pants. Susan, however, erupted in her pants. She must have loaded up on Nimbus’ “special supplements.” To that end, the good news (hopefully) for Susan’s light-colored pants is that Nimbus’ supplements removed the foul odor of excrement. Again, Nimbus’ particular tastes. The supplements also promoted regularity. So, as far as Abigail was concerned, it was a win win. She shook her head and smiled. She really enjoyed her evening with Susan. Nimbus was always fun, but it was always nice to have more people at the party. Abigail really hoped Susan would be there next week. As Abigail walked into her bedroom and turned on the lights, she realized she did feel bad for holding back something from Susan . . . Abigail looked at her reflection in the mirror, then she turned to take in her profile. Her butt looked pretty good in these jeans. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and gave a slight push. Thanks to the supplements, that small push was all that was needed. Her whole body twitched and quivered as massive waves of mess crackled and spread into her pants. It just kept coming, and Abigail just smiled. It warmed her backside as it crept up to the waistband of her panties. She had had some wine before she left Nimbus’ house, as well as some water. She was bursting for a pee, so, for the second time this evening, Abigail relaxed even more and peed in her jeans as well. As she gave one last push and expanded the load in her jeans, she whispered . . . . “Thanks, Nimbus.”

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