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This is my first omo-story, so tell me what you think. The series this is based on is Jahy-sama wa Kujikenai!, which I highly recommend! Jahy-sama Can't be desperate A 5'10 woman with a perfect dark complexion, amber eyes, complimented by black hair in a single braid worked tirelessly serving customers throughout a bar. A fanged smile was given to each one as they received exquisite service, little did they know they were dealing with a sinister, & cunning woman. The Demon Lord's right hand, trapped upon our very own plain of existence was... PUTTING HER HEART INTO HER WORK! Wiping sweat from her brow Jahy-sama, the Demon Realm's Number 2 (and don't you forget it) finally finished yet another hectic happy hour at the modest pub she graced with her presence (took pity upon her & offered her a job) just as she finished the last bit of coffee in her mug, the bubbly owner approached her "Hii-chan, you did such a great job while I had to call the plumber!" the curvy Owner praised the power-sapped demon, only inflating her already expansive ego further.  Jahy smiled triumphantly before standing up straight, the massive mystic gem swaying around as she moved to place her hands upon her hips emitting a smug aura."Why of course I did, I'm the Demon World's Number two after all!" she scoffed before loosening the top button on her blouse, making her way to the backroom to change."Not that I care for the lowly needs of Humans, what was the issue?" she nonchalantly asked, trying in vein to hide genuine concern for the establishment that kept her off the street. "Oh, Hii-chan it was terrible . . .one of the customers backed up our only bathroom." The normally glowing Owner grimace at the thought of the horrendous sight "I don't think I'll be able to rest until everything is fixed."  Jahy shook her head for a moment "Geh, humans are so disgusting." she stated in a condescending tone "Can barely contain yourselves & when you get relief, you desecrate where ever you squat." Jahy put her nose up and pouted."Hii-chan...are you still upset I made you clean up all t-" "NEVER SPEAK OF THAT AGAIN." Jahy cut off her boss without hesitation, the dreaded taco Tuesday fiasco was the last thing she wanted to relive."Ah well, just be careful Jahy you had an awfully lot of coffee during your shift." the Owner placed gingerly placed a hand on her cheek with a concerned look."Coffee seems to be the only drink you humans can get right, I'm energized, & heck I could go find some more mystic gems or take on my arch-nemesis with ease right now!" Jahy flexed her arms & revealed her demonic wings."Hii-chan, have you never drank coffee before? Because you should kn-" "Blah blah blah, I think I have more than enough fortitude for a Human beverage."  "You said that the first time you drank alc-" "ENOUGH I'M LEAVING!" Jahy erupted in a booming voice before dashing out the establishment, not allowing the Owner's "Facts" & "Truth" rain upon her optimism towards the new energy given to her by the bitter nectar known as coffee. On her way home Jahy was side-tracked with all the extra energy she was hyped up on, searching through parks, harassing kids, and being an overall nuisance to those around her. "Argh nothing noooothing, I couldn't turn up anything...not even a stupid lead!" she said completely exasperated, she transformed back into her smaller more child-like state not wanting to consume anymore of her Mystic Gem's energy. She felt completely defeated, but her rotten luck was only just beginning, as soon as she transformed back to her smaller & much weaker state an impending issue that was in the back of her mind slammed into the front brutally. "NGH WHAT TH-" a tan hand slammed between her legs, the crotch of her black shorts hidden by her oversized shirt. The Demon Realm's normal 2 was reduce to performing an impromptu potty-dance hopping foot to foot desperately, she broke out into a cold sweat trying her best to not draw anymore attention to herself. "T-this is bad, I normally don't have to go this bad this early in the day!" she said through gritted teeth, to her chagrin she used her magic to transform back to her normal form before frantically darting her head back and forth in the right direction to head home in. The once haughty demon was now sprinting to make it to relief, weaving through backstreets knowing full well if her magic runs out her child-like state wasn't going to last more than a few seconds before drenching her shorts. "DAMN THAT MAGICAL GIRL! If she hadn't gotten me sent here I wouldn't be forced to endure that tiny form!" she barked at out loud, she finally rounded the corner to the run down apartments that she was forced to call home as she felt her magic begin to wane. "Salvation, at l-" "Where the hell is my rent?" A familiar face appeared from the shadows behind Jahy with a cold dead stare, if she was in her smaller form she wasn't sure holding back the contents of her bladder would have been a choice. The blonde haired noticeably modest chested figure was the Bar Owner's twin sister! The Landlady! "Geh, of all times! Fine here's your r-" Jahy's eyes and entire expression went completely blank as she reached into her pocket only to realize nothing was there, in her haste to dart out of work...she had forgotten her paycheck. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" she screamed internally, she began sweating buckets knowing full well if she wouldn't even make the trip back to work let alone a round trip. "I'll...hand to you in my apartment, I left it there." the demon lied trying to act fully composed attempting to walk towards the stares of her building"Let's just head in there & I'll-" "Cut the crap, I know you get paid today, AND I KNOW you haven't been home all day." The Landlady stated aggressively as she stepped into Jahy's path."Pay up, before you get roughed up." Jahy's bladder was beginning to feel incredibly full in her normal form, several worrying spasms forced her to put two balled up fists on her thighs near her crotch trying desperately not to grab herself. She didn't even want to think about how she'd fair if she was in her much more compact state.. "I SWEAR ON MY LIFE IF YOU LET ME IN MY APARTMENT YOU WILL GET YOUR RENT" She announced giving up on playing nonchalant darting around the woman completely distraught, the Landlady was quick to move after the demon screaming"GET BACK HERE, I'M NOT FALLING FOR ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR LIES!" they both dashed up the stairs Jahy reaching out for her door with her key to unlock it, the Landlady grabbing at Jahy and trying to yank away the demon. "GET BACK HERE AND PAY!!" "YOU'LL GET YOUR MONEY, JUST LET ME IN THAT APARTMENT GRAAAAGH" the tug of war lasted a few seconds as Jahy finally got the door open completely disregarding her keys and her dignity as she jammed both hands between her legs sprinting to the bathroom. "Yes, yes, yes I'm gonna make i-" she felt her power vanishing as she shrank in size "NOW I GOT YOU RUNT!" the Landlady dived at the the now short demon wrapping her arms around her tightly, with Jahy's hands grasping at he crouch trying desperately to contain her bladder she was completely helpless to the grapple. The woman heaved the demon up to her chest in triumphant, panting a bit from all the the effort she took to get her. "Now ya little Runt, you and I both know you can't get free so jus-...wait why are you-" In their chaotic battle the Landlady hadn't taken note of Jahy's appearance, but now that things were settling down she saw the demon with both hands jammed down her short-shorts, teary-eyed shaking violently. "Wait, Jahy do you have to p-" Without another second to spare Jahy's body stopped shaking before locking up completely with the exception to an odd twitch or two, her ironclad bladder began leaking into her shorts and down her leg in a steady trickle getting on the Land Lady's shirt, she felt the warmth and it was unmistakable. "GEH, WHAT THE!?" the Startled Land Lady jerked the poor demon in her arms holding her away as she stopped the stream starting to shake once more a single tear going down her cheek. "Y-y..." she muttered through her clenched fangs."Oh wait, NO DON'T GET IT ON THE FLOOR I HAVE TO PAY F-" Now fully aware of the tenant's plight she couldn't help but take pity, she tucked the demon under her arm like a football before darting to the bathroom, with every bump and move made Jahy leaked a stream into her shorts, with her legs twisted together fresh pee pooled right at her crotch spilling down the side of her inner-thigh onto the Landlady who completely ignore it. They whipped around to the bathroom finally, the Landlady removed Jahy out from under her arm to set her down to get to the toilet noticing the demon's face scrunch up as a full-fledged stream was being unleashed straight into her shorts, staining her over-sized shirt as well as Jahy desperately tried to contain it as more and more pool on to the ground. "I-I can't....H-hold it any-anym-more..." Jahy muttered with both eyes shut. "Crap crap crap crap." The Landlady Moved over the Toilet, at the sight of it Jahy lost any semblance of control just letting loose completely as pee filled her hands, drenched her shorts, and rained down into the toilet below splashing the Landlady with no remorse. "Ahh...hah....ahhh....hhh..." Jahy involuntarily let out a long sigh of relief as she uncontrollably released a torrent of urine that messily spread it's way down the front and back of her legs "Hah...ha...ahh.." she completely ignored the Land Lady's presence for the moment to caught up in no longer being burdened."You gonna be done any time soon? My arms are getting tired.." the woman's voice snapped Jahy back to reality. "Geh!? PUT ME DOWN, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" she erupted trying in vain to kick and pull her way free. "Shut up, unless you want me to tell all the regulars at your job you pissed yourself."  Jahy gave the Landlady a piercing stare into her soul, if it weren't for her tiny body, and her lack of bladder control currently, she would've been menacing (menacing!), meanwhile the sound of urine hitting water was the only thing keeping the bathroom from being dead silent. ". . ." ". . ." "Sooo . .?" "I'M ALMOST DONE, DAMN IT!" Jahy shouted, she wouldn't let this go. The Demon Lord's Number 2 WILL HAVE REVENGE. Edited November 12, 2018 by Token typos (see edit history)
(I decided to make a story based around the art I commissioned from @YellowZoneMX , I hope you guys enjoy.) Jahy-sama Can't be desperate: Salwa-sama will change that! Salwa watched from afar as Jahy went about her day, with a villainous plot brewing within her mind. “With this, I, Salwa will obtain the seat of the Demon Realm’s Number Two!” she accidentally blurted before covering her mouth, she glanced around for a moment sweating slightly. Jahy glanced back in Salwa’s direction, before looking back. The great demon mistress (As Jahy would proudly refer to herself) not only noticed Salwa, she clearly knew they were there, however their “rivalry” was so one-sided that Jahy didn’t even know who Salwa was in the first place. “Heh, my stealth is unparalleled Jahy couldn’t even detect me in plain sight.” Salwa smugly thought as she continued to lurk behind the other woman “Every day, around this time Jahy goes to the store for groceries! When she least expects it, I’ll swap it for my own sinister concoction!” “With this Demonic Extra Strength Diuretic, Jahy will be at my mercy, groveling and begging for relief! That I will deny her at every turn!” “I’ve clogged every toilet in the Mall, placed out of order signs, and stolen the keys to every nearby store with a bathroom that isn’t employees only! Then when Jahy’s last shred of will breaks, and she soils herself I will record it! No Demons will ever follow her, not with the blackmail I have! I’ll extort her until the day she DIES!” Salwa got a tad too engrossed her internal monologue, she went from skulking about to silently broadcasting her presence with every move, she quickly realized Jahy was leaving her sight and rushed to catch up as she rounded a corner, continuing her pursuit she saw that target was entering the local corner store. “This is where I strike, you’ll pay for every humiliating defeat you’ve given me!” she muttered. Meanwhile from Jahy’s perspective: “Hm, hm the Owner let me get overtime for the Holidays so now I can FEAST!” Jahy’s eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect, she went through each aisle grabbing enough inexpensive ingredients and food to last her at least two weeks, the Demon World’s number 2 was over joyed! Back to Salwa: Stumbling and weaving around people Salwa tried her best to keep up but stay out of sight, he aim was juice aisle “That’s when I’ll strike.” She mumbled. Nearby woman “That crazy cosplayer is talking to herself…” Salwa ignored the woman’s words as Jahy finally reached for some Orange Juice, the Demon Alchemist move upon the scene bumping a shopping cart into Jahy making her drop the carton, Salwa then slid her own fake “juice” instead towards her target, however nearby shopper minding their own business walking by accidentally kicked Salwa’s carton back towards her not paying attention. Too caught up in her brilliant plan they didn’t notice that Jahy reached down and grabbed the exact same carton they had prior to put in their cart. “AAHAHAHA, now to follow her until she drinks it.” She muttered as she reached down to grab what she assumed was the Juice Jahy was planning to purchase “First I drink your juice, then I take your place.” She snidely remarks downing the carton in one go in the middle of the aisle, no mortal grocery store worker was going to stop her. Until one did moments later, prompting the establishment to toss her out. “Minor set-back but once Jahy is outside, she’ll bring my Elixir home and I’ll be there. I already cut the plumbing to where she lives, she’ll be at my mercy as soon as she dr-...geh…” As Salwa monologued she was cut short after feeling a wave of desperation hit her, causing her to jam her hands between her legs instinctively. “Oh no, oh no..” she looked at the carton she had drank and saw her shoddily made fake logo on it confirming her fears. “NOOOOO- Irk” The demon couldn’t even scream, she felt like anything she did she’d explode on the spot. “Gotta…gotta get h-home.” Salwa began to struggle home, hands firmly clamped between her legs, sweat running down her forehead, and fear in her heart taking the back alleys to minimize being seen. After a couple of minutes, the Demon knew there was no way she could last, the diuretic she had made was meant for a dosage of one cup, and she downed several without hesitation. “I-I gotta stop..s-somewhere…b-before..” she said through gritted teeth, she turned to look for a trashcan to duck behind or some store with a bathroom she hadn’t sabotaged as she did her whole body tensed up as a leak escaped soaking into her panties, and allowing tiny stream to go down her leg, the demon was running out of time. Just when she was about to abandon all hope, she spotted a nearby park, she knew it had a trail she could slink off from and finally get relief! She darted there clenching as hard as she could to minimize the almost constant leaking she was experiencing, a baseball sized wet stain was forming in the crotch of her shorts and expanding along her backside, but she simply didn’t have the time to be embarrassed unless she wanted a bigger mess. The demon was finally on the trail and rushes straight into the bushes unbuttoning her shorts and undoing her military jacket that went down to her thighs, both done quickly and promptly as the leaks began to turn into short streams, she got to the other side of the bush and… There was sharp decline, Salwa struggled to keep her footing before slipping down the hill, her jacket caught by a nearby tree branch before being pulled off her body and her hat being lost somewhere in her descent. In a daze she got to her feet, her bladder moments from exploding. She pressed her back up against a tree trying to pull her shorts down but holding it through the fall used up her bladder’s last bit of strength, her sharp teeth bit her lip as she struggled to hold on for just another few seconds as her whole body involuntarily relaxed, pee cascading from her shorts down her legs into her boots, and soaking the dirt beneath her, Salwa leaned her head back letting out a soft moan at the relief her face flushing red with shame. She panted heavily, looking around to make sure she was alone this embarrassing incident was going to remain a private matter for as long as she l- Meanwhile with Jahy: Covered in dirt, tree branches, and whatever else Jahy comes crawling out from a bush looking around. “I have to find more Mystic Gems!” she said rummaging through foliage on her hands and knees, she glances over towards Salwa’s direction sniffing… “It smells…Terrible over there.” She muttered veering away from the other demon’s shameful display as they tried to conceal their chest and pull up their soiled shorts. Back to Salwa: “J-jahy!? She must have planned this! THIS IS ALL HER DOING!” She thought angerly, her whole face bright red as she tried to slink away from her foe. “I’ll get you for this Jahy, I WILL!” Edited November 12, 2019 by Token Typos and fixing grammar (see edit history)
“So I’ve got to ask,” Parker said. “What’s your game plan here?” “We’re gonna keep driving.” “Uh—that’s all? We’re just gonna keep going?” “Until we can’t anymore, yeah.” “Um. Who gets to decide when we ‘can’t’?” “The driver does.” “And that’s you.—So what’s your cutoff for ‘can’t’?” “Well, I don’t imagine either one of us really wants to piss our pants,” Meagan said serenely, “so we’ll stop when it’s that or we wet ourselves.” “Hon, can I just point out that you’re much, much better at holding it than I am?” “Oh, I know. But you’ve got two things going for you. One, I’ve been holding it a lot longer than you have. Two, you’ve got a way to control it better than I can. Get yourself erect, boy. Get that sucker up.” “That’s gonna be a little tricky.” She outright laughed. “Wanna bet?” “I’ve really gotta go, love.” She smiled. “So do I, love. Just think about that. That and a few of the other things we’ve been up to in the last few days…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Road Trip, Part One: Incentive Plan “Sorry!”  “Okay, try it again,” Meagan said, as calmly as she could manage. “Only this time, a little more gently.” “Yeah,” Parker said, brow furrowed in concentration. “Okay, here goes… shit! Sorry!” “You’re just trying too hard. Real gentle.” “Crap!—and now the car’s stalled.” “It happens,” Meagan said. They were in a random parking lot—the first mostly-empty one they’d found on this day of their trip—for Parker to practice driving stick shift. “Man, why can’t I get this right?” Parker said, gripping the steering wheel with frustration. “It happens to all of us when we’re learning, hon,” Meagan said. “My dad did the exact same thing with me when I was learning to drive stick, and I did the exact same thing as you. A full hour of not getting much of anywhere.” Meagan’s eyes flickered to some distant memory. “Of course, I don’t intend to use his methods of getting you to learn.” “Why, what’d he do?” “After the first half-hour he yelled a lot. Then I cried a lot. After I was done crying, I decided I wasn’t going to let him tear me down again. I practiced a lot with other people and didn’t tell him. When he took me out again, I knew I’d be ready.” “And were you?” “First thing I did was stall, since I was still pretty nervous! And he yelled some more. Next thing I did, though? I started it right back up, found first, and drove around the block. He quieted down a little, then found something else to yell about—anyway. Long story short, I’m not doing it his way.” “What did you have in mind instead?” Parker said. “Hmmmm—maybe something like an incentive plan…” “A sexy incentive plan?” “With us, is there any other kind?” “I think we all know where this is leading…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~         Table of Incentives     15 minutes stick-shift practice: 200ml of water     1 full hour: 1 full liter     1 mile driven: 5 minute’s delay in going to the bathroom “You’ve come such a long way already, hon,” Meagan said. “I know you’re still having trouble with first gear, but other than that—I’d say you’re ready for streets.” “What can I say? You’re a good teacher.” “Well, a properly-motivated student always helps.” “1200ml of motivation!” “Mmmhmmm.” Parker eyed the quiet street. A summer Sunday meant there were few people coming through this particular office-park neighborhood. “Y’know, I bet I could do streets right now.” “Sure, circle around a little!” Parker tootled around the neighborhood for a bit, and then— “Mmkay,” Meagan said, “I didn’t really expect you to go for the highway so quick.” “But highway driving is easier. You don’t need to shift nearly so much.” “If you can find 5th gear, then by all means!” Parker did find 5th, given enough time—and thus they were barrelling north with him at the wheel. Meagan leaned her seat back a bit and put her bare feet up on the dashboard with a satisfied sigh. “I could get used to this,” she said, hands behind her head, looking out at the world through her sunglasses, battered hat low over her eyes. “Don’t get too comfy, love,” Parker warned. “Why not? You’ve got this,” she said, patting his arm. “Because we’re now coming up on an hour and a half of driving practice. That’s 1400ml. And I’d like you to start now.” Meagan chuckled. “So eager, the young student is, for his prize.” “Well-earned.” “Oh, not denying it.” She hoisted her water bottle. “All right! Here we go—though I may need to steal from yours before long.” An hour later, Meagan had made a considerable dent in the water bottle and Parker had eaten up quite a few miles—which, Meagan realized, was going to cost her considerably. “Wait, I have to wait how long?” “Well, let’s see. I’ve come sixty-eight miles on the highway. Sixty times five is three hundred, eight times five is forty—so, three-hundred forty minutes, which is… five hours, forty minutes.” “Starting when?” “Well, we didn’t quite settle that point. Would it be from when you first needed to pee, or when you’d first go to the bathroom?” “Gotta be the first. Second is more vague. So—starting ten minutes ago, I guess.” “Congratulations! You don’t get to pee until we stop for dinner.” “Aww fuck,” Meagan said. “Pull over.” “I can keep driving.” “And keep running up my tab? Fuck no. Pull over!” “I think we need gas anyway…” At the gas station Parker flashed Meagan a grin and said, “I’ll be right back—just using the bathroom.” She blew him a kiss while flipping him off. As they got back on the highway with Meagan at the wheel, Parker watched her closely for any signs of desperation. But this was Meagan. She drove for nearly the next three hours without even mentioning anything. Parker knew her body and watched her gradually lock down, but she stayed calm. Finally Parker raised the issue. “You drank a liter and a half and it’s been three hours. How are you not bursting?” “You brought this on yourself,” Meagan said calmly. “Wait, what?” “You pulled a fast one on me with getting on the highway and running up the miles like that. So to get back at you, I haven’t given you anything you could get turned on by. No talk, no fidgeting, nothing.” He laughed. “Nice comeback.” “Mmmmmhmmmm. Plus I’m sweating a bit, so that’s sparing me some. But it’s not a very nice incentive program if you don’t get what you want out of it, now is it? So now that you ask… I am totally bursting. I gotta pee like crazy. Just didn’t let you see.” “Well, you’re about halfway done,” Parker said. “Think you can make it?” “I really don’t know!” Meagan said. “I guess we’ll find out—and if I pull over in a hurry, we have our answer.” The next stretch of highway, Parker didn’t look at the scenery at all. His eyes were glued to Meagan. At first there wasn’t much to see, beyond her usual tells in finger-tapping and overall stillness/tension/control. But before long she was shifting in her seat. Then she was wriggling in her seat. “How much longer?” she asked. “Umm, let’s see. You’ve done three and a half hours… two hours left.” “Fuck. I’m not sure how safe to drive I am right now.” “You could let me drive.” “That would be safer! And then you’d add more time and I’d piss my pants.” “Aww, you wouldn’t! You’ve gone a lot longer than this.” “Not after chugging a liter and a half, and pretty quickly.” She laid a hand on her belly. “I’m starting to feel like I’m pregnant. I’m sweating. And honestly, I’m getting tired. Every muscle I’ve got is all tensed up and that’s tiring. I don’t suppose you’d take this hold on the installment plan?” “You’re sure you can’t drive?” “Getting that way.” “Okay. Let’s look for a place to stop.” “And a place I can pee? Can I save the rest of the hold for later?” “Well—I’d like you to wait as long as you can.” “Mmmkay, hon, but that may be a lot sooner than you think.” “All right.” Parker unfolded the map and started looking for where they were. “There’s a town about ten minutes away,” he reported at last. “Mmmmmkay,” she said. Four minutes later, she suddenly swerved to the side of the road and stopped the car. “Get out,” she said, voice tight, as she fumbled with her seat belt. Parker did as he was told, suddenly feeling like he’d maybe crossed a line. Meagan got out of the car a little more slowly (she had to be careful, as the other cars on the road did come roaring past). She walked around to the passenger side, swinging her arms restlessly. But she didn’t drop her shorts—short, a little tight, and a dark red: a perfect color for her. She stood, shifting from foot to foot, looking very desperate. “What’s up, hon?” he asked. “Is this it? Your limit?” “C’mere,” she said. He stepped closer. She placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him, then pulled him to her. Using his body and the car to block the view of anyone driving past, she felt the bulge in his pants, running her fingers over it. She kissed him again, then said, “I just needed to feel how hard you were.” “Can’t say I mind, but—why?” “Doing this is hard. Really really really hard. I need to go so bad. I’m hot and I’m tired and I was getting a little cranky. ‘Cause when I’m driving, I can’t see how much I’m turning you on. So now that I see what I’m doing to you, I can hold it a little more. For you. I just needed to see your reaction.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” “Do you wanna pee here?” “Not yet, at least,” she said, looking around. They were in farm country, and they’d pulled off next to a horse pasture. A couple of horses were looking at them. There were plenty of people around—but all in cars going fifty-five miles an hour past on the road, here and then gone. Nobody was watching. Meagan did a little pee-squirm and crossed her legs. “Fuuuuck,” she said softly. Parker kissed her on the cheek. “I love you so much,” he said. “I know,” she replied, sounding far more contented than she looked, and leaned her head on his shoulder. An SUV slowed down as it passed them, and pulled over a little way up the road. “Hmmm, this could be tricky,” Meagan said, and stepped a little away from Parker. “How come?” She didn’t answer, watching the SUV’s driver as he got out of his truck and walked back toward them. “Hi, kids!” said the man, a clean-cut fellow with a neatly buttoned-down, tucked-in shirt. “Need some help?” “No, we’re fine!” Meagan said cheerfully. “Just needed a stretch break. We’ve been driving a long time.” “I can tell,” said the man, pointing to Meagan’s out-of-state license plate. “I thought you might be out of gas, maybe had some engine trouble. There’s a place just up the road…” “Nope, we’re all good,” Meagan said. “Thanks for stopping, though, that’s real nice.” “Just being a good neighbor,” the man said. “Where you headed?” “Up to the UP,” Meagan said. “Superior Shore. We’re taking a road trip before school starts again.” “Ah, to be young and free,” the man said with a smile. “I haven’t been up there since I had my first child. You two married? Engaged?” “Nope,” Parker said. There was the faintest of pauses before the man smiled again, and said, “Well, I don’t judge. You two have a lovely trip. Say hello to the big lake for me.” “We will,” Meagan said. “Thanks again for stopping!” He waved farewell and walked back to his car. “‘I don’t judge,’” Parker said. “What was that about?” “You didn’t notice?” Meagan asked, pointing to the Christian fish on the SUV’s back door. “I did wonder if he was gonna call us out… nice that he didn’t.” “Yeah, I guess,” Parker said, eyeing the “BUSH/CHENEY” sticker just below the fish. “Lots of people voted for Bush, hon. Most of ‘em perfectly lovely people to people they know. This guy was nice to strangers, too, so he’s even better.” She shivered a little—and not from cold, since it was about 88 degrees and humid. “Of course, he’d be even nicer if he drove away and let me hold…” she added, mock-irritated. As if her wish was his command, the stranger drove off just then, and Meagan could once again squirm in peace. “How long left?” she asked after a minute. “About an hour forty.” She did a little pee-dance, crossed her legs, uncrossed, recrossed them the other way, bent over a little. Then she straightened up and said, “Okay.” “Gonna pee?” “Fuck no. I’m gonna wait another hour forty, or try to. I’ll try driving again, I’m a little looser now.” “You’re sure?” Parker asked, incredulous. “Yup. I’m good at holding, remember? Besides, we don’t know when the next Good Samaritan will show up and offer help.” They got back in the car, Meagan moving very gingerly. She belted herself in a little unusually, with just the shoulder strap, keeping the lap belt behind her. “Thank god my shorts are drawstring, not a zipper,” she muttered, putting on her turn signal. Just as they started to pull away, Parker took a last look at the horses, and laughed aloud. “Check that out!” he said. “Now I know what they mean when they say ‘I gotta piss like a racehorse’!” Meagan looked—and immediately pulled over again to lean over the steering wheel, one hand mashed between her legs. “You okay, hon?” Parker asked. Meagan said—slowly, carefully—“I think so. It was just the combination. Laughing, and seeing the horse pissing… I let go for a second.” “You wet yourself?” “Tiny bit. Don’t think you can see it.” She shivered again. “Okay. I was gonna hold it, but I really don’t think I can.” “Wanna pee here? I’m okay with that.” “Mm. I’d rather not. Better if we got off the highway, at least.” “Want me to drive?” “I’m good for another few minutes. And I’d rather not piss out in the open in broad daylight. But I do wanna make it up to you. Let’s get that town and find a gas station and you can come in with me.” “’Kay, that’s fair. I kinda have to go again myself.” Meagan waited until it was safe to pull out onto the highway slowly, so there would be no sudden lurches on her bladder. She carefully drove the few minutes until they saw the turn-off, and a gas station helpfully right on the corner. Meagan pulled up to the little store and got out slowly, moving with care so nothing would break her fragile self-control. There was a sign that said Restroom around the corner: ask for key. “Can you go get the key, love?” Meagan asked, slightly bent over and leaning on the car. “Mmmmmm. I’d love to see you ask,” Parker said. “Jerkface.” “Love you, too.” She straightened up, squared her shoulders, and said, “All right, come on.” Walking stiffly with every muscle in her body tensed, she stepped up over the curb and moved to the door, which dingled as she pulled it open. Parker grabbed the door behind her, taking the weight. She slowly paced to the store counter, where a teenage boy watched her coming. She leaned on the counter and said, very calmly, “Could I have the key to the restroom, please?” “Sure thing,” he said, and fumbled under the counter for it. He came up with it in a few seconds—agonizingly long to Meagan, Parker was sure. It was connected to a wooden board labeled Ladies’ Room. “Just a heads-up, it sticks a bit,” the boy said. “Thank you,” Meagan said, just as serenely as before, and just as carefully walked out. Parker followed her. As they rounded the corner and got out of sight of most folks coming into the gas station, Meagan stopped, bent over, put one hand on the wall, and passed the key to Parker with her other. “Gonna make it?” “If you can unlock the door for me,” Meagan said. “I’m losing muscle control here.” “Leaking?” “A little.” “I’ll go fast.” Parker hurried to the door and wrestled the lock open. The lock did indeed stick. He got it open despite its stubbornness and held it wide for her. She straightened up, wedged one hand between her legs, and strode quickly into the restroom. Perhaps because it was a women’s restroom, it wasn’t as stinky and grimy as Parker had feared. It certainly wasn’t the sexiest place on the planet. But it got a heck of a lot sexier as Meagan stepped inside and began to pull her shorts down even before Parker came in behind her and closed the door. For a moment it looked like she was wrestling with herself, trying to keep one hand on her crotch while also getting her shorts and panties down and out of the way. But somehow she succeeded, and collapsed onto the toilet. Parker wasn’t sure, but she seemed to be pissing even before her butt hit the seat. She peed a while, longer than her usual bladder blasts. Apparently even her urethra had a hard time handling a liter and a half all at once. Since there wasn’t much to see now that she was sitting down, Parker watched her face and her shoulders. The tension drained out of her body as the piss drained out of her bladder, and bliss replaced it. Her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open and a grin formed on her face, as if she was coming. This, perhaps more than anything else, made him pretty happy and pretty hard, both at once. She finished up and looked up at him. “Wanna pee between my legs?” she asked. “Can’t,” he said, pointing to the hard-on in his shorts. “Here,” she said. He stepped closer. She unzipped his shorts, slid his hard-on out through the fly in his boxers, and cradled his erection in her hand. She just held it, and after the initial usual delight at her touch, he began to droop. “This is for later,” she said. “I’m not getting you off in a gas station bathroom. But I’ll get you off, and good. Soon.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey folks! It's good to be back. This is part one of the first story in the new Meagan & Parker series, entitled "Housemates." 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Hey folks! Thanks, as usual, for all the kind words. I meant to update much earlier this week, but... well, life got a little rough. Not to worry, though, 'cause it's Saturday! Here's Part 2.  -------------------------------------------------------------------  “Um. Meagan? Best beloved? Delight of my life? Can we please stop to pee?”  “Aren’t you good and hard by now?” “Yeah, but I still gotta go.” “So do I.” “I’ve gotta jack off just to hold it, Meagan!” “Good! Means you won’t leak.—Unless you leak the other way, which would be a total waste. So don’t!” “Please!” “Just look at me, hon. I’ve got to hold myself too. So we match, don’t we? We’ll make it. Just keep yourself nice and stiff. No pissing, no coming.” “That’s really hard, love.” “That’s the idea.” “Meagan!” “Just hang on. That’s to both of us, by the way. Just hang on…” -------------------------------------------------------------------- Road Trip, Part Two: Fucking Intense The campground was pretty standard stuff: a couple of loops for tents, a couple for RVs. They pulled into the spot they’d reserved, finding it in the dark with their headlights. It was well after sundown, even a summer sundown, and they’d come a very long way. Meagan turned off the car and immediately yawned hugely. “Bedtime pretty soon, huh?” Parker said. “Soon, yeah,” Meagan said. “But not quite yet. We need to do a couple of things. One, we need to set up the tent. Two, we need to fuck.” “Really?” “Yup. I made you wait earlier at that gas station. Besides, I’ve been wanting you real bad since I got back from camp. Turns out five weeks without you in me is too dang long.” “We’ve had sex since you got back.” “Yeah, but not five weeks’ worth. Also, tomorrow I do not intend to do anything pee-related! Tomorrow I’m just gonna pee whenever I darn well need to; I need to rest up after today’s hold. So that means if you want to fuck me while I’m holding, we should do it tonight. Ideally pretty soon.” “You need to go?” “I do indeed.” “Setting up a tent in the dark isn’t gonna be fun.” “I’ve actually heard it’s a great test of a relationship.” “I repeat…” “Hey, it could be a lot worse. It could be raining. And I might not be holding a bladder full of pee just waiting for you.” “You make a good point—let’s pitch this tent!” “Just one thing, hon: we are in the middle of a crowded campground, and surrounded by people sitting out in the open around fires or sleeping in tents. Sound will really carry. Everything we do, we need to do quietly as possible.” “You make two good points. Let’s pitch two tents—no, wait…” “Makes perfect sense to me!” Parker’s parents’ tent was pretty old, so many of the easy-up conveniences of newer tents weren’t available. On the other hand, Parker had helped set this tent up many times. On the other other hand, he hadn’t done so in several years and he’d never done it solo. There was a fair amount of whispered cursing—especially as Meagan was on the clock, after a fashion. But leaving the car’s headlights on helped a lot, and it only took a couple false starts before they got the tent up. They quickly unloaded the car (except the food), stuffing the tent full of sleeping bags, pillows, and clothes for tomorrow. Meagan also brought along a towel. They turned off the car’s headlights, leaving just Meagan’s flashlight and Parker’s phone, and went into the tent. It was a standard dome tent, not tall enough to stand up in. They rolled out the pads and sleeping bags, and then Meagan laid down the towel. “’Kay,” she whispered. “Lights out.” “We’re not leaving it on?” “Can’t. Think about it, hon. It’s pitch black out there, but the light’s pretty bright. Everything we do will be silhouetted on the tent walls.” “You’re so smart.” “Years of experience, that’s all. Years of experience.” She turned the light off, and they plunged into total darkness. Somewhere off in the distance there was a campfire, a speck of light through the tent wall; there was no other light. He waved an experimental hand in front of his face and saw nothing. “How are you feeling?” “Pretty full. I definitely have needed to go for an hour or two. But not too full, not about to explode. Just full enough. So you should be able to fit. How are you feeling?” “Getting pretty excited…” “Good.” He heard/felt her pull her t-shirt off, then felt her pulling at his. It was fun and interesting, sex in the darkness. He was so used to leaving the lights on that it was a pretty new experience. She’d had him blindfolded once or twice, but that was a very different kind of not being able to see. This blindness wasn’t because it was imposed; there was just no other way. Meagan couldn’t do a sexy striptease for him in the dark. Instead, as she pulled off her bra, she took his hands and guided them over her body, letting him feel what she’d laid bare. It was cool, even in August—the breeze over Lake Superior, perhaps—and their nipples hardened quickly. Even on the quietest setting, Meagan didn’t want to turn on her vibrator, so Parker went to work with his fingers. She returned the favor with a handjob and some lube. After all the excitement earlier in the day, it wasn’t long until he was raring to go. She took a little longer, but not much. “How…?” he whispered. “From behind,” she answered, equally softly. He heard her moving around, and realized she was on her hands and knees. She took his hands and guided them to her hips, and then she found his hard-on and guided it into her. She was slick with lube and juices, but tight with holding, and he had to maneuver a little and push a little to get all the way into her. As he did, she shivered with delight. “You feel great,” she whispered. “So do you.” He tried to go slow. He wanted her to come first, and he also knew from experience that the longer it took him to come, the longer he’d stay hard. But it was pretty tricky to do that, not when she was so warm and so wet and so tight all at once—so tight that he had to be careful she didn’t squeeze him right out. He kept up a fairly deliberate pace until he heard her breathing picking up fast. Small motions made him realize she was fingering herself. Between all that, she was gonna come pretty soon, he guessed. He picked up his pace—she murmured appreciatively as he did so—and, before long, he filled her even more full. He shrank fast, as he’d feared—and popped right out. Meagan clearly wasn’t finished. She worked furiously on her clit for a minute. He wondered if he should try to go down on her and help finish the job when she stopped. “Did you…?” “No. But I can’t wait any more.” “Let me find your shorts.” “No time.” She unzipped the tent door and stepped out, stark naked. “Sandals,” she breathed. “I do need those.” He found them for her, found his own as well, and followed her out. He could hear her shifting from foot to foot, still breathing hard. In the starlight, he could just barely see the pale contours of her body. “Bathroom?” he whispered, looking to where the building was marked by a light, just visible through the trees. “Can’t. Can’t walk that far. Can’t go in naked.” “Where?” She thought for just a second. “Bushes,” she breathed, and took his hand so they wouldn’t lose each other in the dark. Even her grip was tense. It was not far to walk—just a few strides to the back of the campsite. There, to his surprise, she didn’t really squat: she spread her legs and bent a little at the knee and then gushed. Despite all her attempts to be as quiet as possible, he could hear her soft moan of bliss as relief surged through her. She squeezed his hand, and as her stream tapered off, he could feel her relax through her hand and arm. He decided to join her, and in a similarly relaxed way. He started peeing without holding his tip or bothering to aim. He could hear his pee splatter a good distance away. But he’d forgotten Meagan’s exact position. She took a quick step back to avoid his spray. They went back to the tent, found tissues somewhere, dried themselves off… and made out until they passed out. ---------------------------------------------------------- Part 3 is written and ready -- and don't forget, there's a frame story going as well! I'll update soon.
Without further ado, here's Part 3.  ------------------------------------------------------------------- “Meagan…” “Are you pissing yourself?” “Not yet. But—” “Then we’re not stopping yet.” “Meagan, it hurts.” “Hmm, we’re not supposed to hold ourselves until it’s that bad—oh wait, it’s been hurting me a little for the last half hour. This is what I go through every time. Don’t dish it out if you can’t hold it yourself.” “Meagan. Please.” “Not yet. But we’re nearly there.” “Where are we going?” “A place where we can pee. Together.” “How long—?” “Almost there.” “Meagan…” “Yeah, honey?” “I just leaked…” “Aren’t you hard?” “Not anymore. Uh. More just came out.” “Pull it out and use both hands to squeeze. You’re lucky, you can just grab it in your fist. Look at me, I’ve got one hand all the way into my panties, but all I can do is put pressure on the hole.” “I’m about to wet my pants...” “So am I. We’re almost there.” “No, I can feel it coming out.” “Just another minute, ‘kay? You’re being so good, beautiful boy. You’re doing so well. Hold on just another minute. Just another mile to go.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- Road Trip, Part Three: Life’s a Beach “You’re sure.” “Totally,” Meagan said. “Absolutely sure.” “Dude, I guarantee it.” “I’m just not seeing a lake anywhere,” Parker pointed out, gesturing to the scrub forest in all directions. “It’s Lake fuckin’ Michigan! Nobody has ‘stolen’ the fuckin’ lake, honey. We just need to keep walking. It’s out there.” “That sand dune was huge, hon. I’m pretty wiped out just from climbing it. Whaddya say we turn around and go back?” “No way! We’ve come this far. And let just say that you’ll be glad you came. There will be certain… incentives.” “I thought you were taking the day off from holding.” “I am. And as a matter of fact—” Meagan glanced around, but there was no one in sight. This wasn’t surprising, despite it being a gorgeously warm August day in a popular park, because there was no particular trail; it was easy enough to wander between the stubby little trees and bushes, so there was no real need for a path. As such they had this little patch of forest to themselves. Meagan made use of this fact; she dropped her shorts and panties beneath, leaned her butt against the nearest tree, and peed for about three seconds. Since she always pissed explosively, this was apparently quite enough. Her pee spattered into the sand between her feet, for it was all sand here, aside from the little trees. She had her shorts back up before he could even get hard. What she did next pleased him, though: she took a long drink of water from her water bottle. “You should drink up, too,” she ordered. “It’s gonna be a long hot day.” After what seemed like a trek worthy of Tatooine (despite the greenery), with occasional water stops and removing-sand-from-shoes stops, they popped out onto a beach at the top of a gentle dune, with the deep blue water of Lake Michigan spread out before them as far as the eye could see. They walked down to the water and pulled out the beach towels from their bags. They both drank some more water, and then Meagan did something that he’d really never seen before: she took off her shirt. Of course he’d seen her without a shirt on before, any number of times. He’d seen her in bras, he’d seen her topless, he’d seen her totally naked. But he’d never seen her in a bikini… It was a deep green, which matched her eyes, complemented her excellent freckles, and somehow brought out the red in her hair. It was a halter top, and somehow the possibility of the strings coming untied and her cups slipping was quite exciting—even though he could see her bare breasts any time he wanted. It didn’t make any sense, and yet it was incredibly exciting to see her slide her shorts down her legs to reveal the (fairly modest) bikini bottom. She took another big drink of water and lay back on her towel, sunglasses, hair tied back in a ponytail—and he had to quickly lie down on his towel to hide the erection that sprang up, all unexpected, at seeing her body laid out for him beneath the sun. “Enjoying yourself?” she said. “Incredibly,” he said. “D’you wanna go in the water?” “In a minute,” she said, and pulled his face to hers for a lingering, gentle kiss. Then she said, “Wanna put some sunscreen on my back?” “Do I ever.” They took turns lotioning each other up. Appropriately armored, they lay together in the sun for a while, resting after the long walk, soaking in the August day. There were people here and there on the beach, but it was a weekday (ah, summer vacation!) and so it was not crowded. There was nobody within a hundred yards, at least. Meagan sighed happily and said, “So I’m gonna pee now.” “Gonna go down to the water?” Parker asked, wondering if her plan lined up with his fantasy. “Nah, I just got that sunscreen on.” “Where?” “Right here,” she said. She positioned herself on her knees just off of her towel, then looked around. Still no one anywhere nearby. She simply tugged the crotch of her bikini aside and peed a quick blast into the sand. Done and clothing back in place, she brushed some sand over the wet patch and lay back down. The whole process had taken less than ten seconds and no one had even noticed—except Parker, of course, who had watched entranced, still lying belly-down to hide his arousal. “You didn’t pee much,” he pointed out. “I barely needed to,” she said, “but I’m not stressing my bladder out at all today.” She rolled over onto her belly, undid the back strap of her halter top, and rested her head on her arms. Parker drank in the vision of her bare back and waited patiently for her to move again. After a dozy time in the sun, Meagan rolled over and sat up. As she re-tied the string to fasten her halter top in place, there was a brief moment where her breasts were hanging free and loose underneath the triangles of the bikini. By now, Parker was drooling. Then she drank several big swallows of water and lay back, paying her lover’s arousal no attention—apparently. He just lay down with his head on his arms, much as she had been, and gazed at her body. Finally she sat up again. “Hot now,” she said. “Wanna go down to the water?” “Do I ever.” Years of summer camp had made Meagan a strong swimmer. Years of going to the pool every other year had made Parker an excellent wader. He splashed about in the shallows and watched Meagan swim out for a bit. Then she came back to find him. “Boring out there by myself,” she said. “I’m sorry,” he said, admiring her wet hair as it draped itself across her shoulders, and the glistening of the water on her skin. “Never really learned how to swim.” “I could teach you. Right now, if you want.” “I like watching you.” “But that’s no fun for me,” she said. “And that’s what it’s all about, right? Me, me, me!” “Whatever you say, love…” “At least come out a little bit more. You haven’t even gotten your head wet!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him deeper into the water. As the water came up to his chest, Parker’s discomfort was plain to see on his face. Meagan squeezed his hand. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” “I know. It’s just…” “You know your body can float, right?” “In theory.” “Come a little further out and I’ll show you.” He followed her, trusting her, scared. He felt for the bottom with his foot and found nothing. He felt the water coming up to his mouth. He felt Meagan’s arms circle around him, lifting him up. “Just push down on the water with your feet,” she said, “like you’re on a bike. And sweep your arms out and down, just a bit. I’ve got you.” “I won’t pull you under?” “You haven’t yet.” She held him up for a long time, until he got his rhythm down—and then she let go. He wasn’t exactly swimming. Certainly wasn’t making any forward motion. But he wasn’t going under, wasn’t drowning. Keeping himself afloat. “Hey, you’ve got it! Just keep doing that.” “I guess I’ve got it…” She didn’t answer. “Meagan?” Still no answer. He tried to look around, tried to see where she’d gone, and he got a wave in his face for his trouble. Then he started floundering. By chance his foot hit bottom—he hadn’t gone very far out, after all—and he got himself back to shallower water. When he could get his head above water, he looked and didn’t see her. “Meagan!” She surfaced a few feet out. “Why’d you stop?” she said. “Couldn’t find you. I got scared.” “You can keep going without me,” she said. “I won’t always be around, you know.” “Not so soon!” he spluttered. “You always leave your students like that?” “When they don’t need me any more, yeah, I might. But sorry, love. Didn’t realize you didn’t feel ready. Maybe I should have.” Parker said nothing.           She swam over to him, found the bottom with her own feet, and stood “Hey. Wanna know a secret?” “What?” he said, a little generally rattled. “Gotta pee. I’m gonna just go right here.” Arousal flooded through him, pushing aside all his other thoughts. “Wait. Can we go back to the shallows again? I wanna see.” “Nah, there are too many people around,” she said. “I’m just gonna go now.” “But then I can’t tell you’re going.” “Can’t you?” she said, and stepped very close to him. Close enough to kiss, which she did. Close enough that her arms were around him and their legs were entwined. And then the water got warmer. “You’re peeing on me,” he said. “Technically I’m peeing near you.” She kissed him again. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?” “Yeah.” “Wanna go back to the beach?” “Not just yet.” “Why not? Or is it the obvious reason?” “If I get out of the water right now, something’s gonna be real obvious, yeah.” She laughed and kissed him a third time. “Glad I’m having such a nice effect on you,” she said. “We’ll save that for later, though.” They waded around until his hard-on subsided, then splashed out onto the shore and found their towels. After drying off, Meagan insisted that they both drink more water and re-apply the sunscreen. After getting to do her back, her shoulders, and her legs, Parker felt just fine again. Still very much turned on, in fact, so they both lay back down, this time spooning rather than separate. The sun and the sand and the lying down all teamed up and both of them dozed off for a while. Parker awoke first, very much enjoying having Meagan in his arms, but aware that he needed to pee. Since he was a little chubby with his cock pressed up delightfully against Meagan’s butt, he didn’t feel any particular rush to do anything about it. But by the time Meagan stirred, too, he thought it was time to relieve himself, and said so. “I’ll just go back down to the water,” he said. “Wanna come with?” “Nah, I don’t wanna put sunscreen on a third time,” she said. “But I’m gonna pee, too.” “Here again?” he said, looking around. Their little stretch of beach was now a bit more crowded, with a family including several children now settled down some twenty yards away. “Not with those kids running around,” Meagan said. “Let’s go up to the trees.” It was a bit of a trudge, going uphill on those sand dunes, but not a long way. The scrub forest wasn’t a lot of cover, but it was enough of a screen, and nobody was really looking in their direction anyway. Parker was about to pull down the waistband of his swim trunks when Meagan stopped him. “I wanna do that,” she said. “What?” “I wanna aim your cock.” “Heh. Okay.” “But first…” She squatted, leaned against a tree, and—again pulling the crotch of the green bikini aside—let out a short strong stream. She readjusted her swimsuit and stood next to him, hugging him with one arm as she freed his penis with the other. He stiffened at once; she patiently waited, still holding on, until his arousal dropped and he hung flaccid in her hand. “Okay, I’m gonna let go,” he said. “I’m ready.” It felt weird, not aiming, not exactly in control—a hands-off piss. But he pretended he was just in the shower, and that was all the motivation his slightly-full bladder required. Meagan giggled as she sprayed around like a kid with a hose. “That was fun,” she said, still holding onto him. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome. Can I have my cock back now?” “Nope.” “What, never?” “Not yet, anyway.” “Did you have something in mind?” he asked. “Oh, many things. But not for right now. Too many people around. But just wait. There’s good stuff coming.” “I’m sure.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------         Now: They were rolling down the highway at 60mph, both of them frantic, both of them bursting. They’d been like this for a while. Meagan had decided that they just weren’t going to stop to pee until she wanted them to. They’d gone a lot farther than Parker had thought—had hoped. At first it had been funny. She’d peed once in the morning and had been holding it for him since then; why not flip it around a little, make him hold, too? He’d laughed and gone along with it. There had been a bit of a thrill when he’d asked, “Can we stop?” and she’d just said “No.” But then he’d realized she really meant to push it until she was right on the edge. That was when he’d started to worry. This was when he started to cry: “I’m about to wet my pants...” “So am I. We’re almost there.” “No, I can feel it coming out.” “Just another minute, ‘kay? You’re being so good, beautiful boy. You’re doing so well. Hold on just another minute. Just another mile to go.” “Meagan, please!” “We’re getting off at the next exit. There’s nowhere else closer.” “Just pull over!” “It’s not safe here. Almost there. Less than a minute. Maybe thirty seconds.” Parker felt another big spurt. The crotch of his shorts was definitely soaked now. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna…” “You’re gonna hold it, just like me,” Meagan said. Somehow her voice was calm, reassuring. “There’s the sign for the exit. Just hang on a little more.” “I wet my pants, Meagan!” “All the way?” “A little…” “Hold the rest in. I’m damp too.” He counted seconds in his head. At “twenty-four” he saw the exit and felt Meagan put the car in neutral to start slowing down. He looked around as they rolled down the ramp and she hit the breaks. There were some stores and a gas station off to the right. “Are we going to the gas station?” he asked—gasped, really. “No time and no fun,” Meagan said. She didn’t fully come to a stop—fortunately there was no traffic. Instead she just rolled right across the street and onto the onramp opposite. For a second Parker was terrified she was getting back on. “Where are you—” he shrieked, but just as he said “going,” Meagan slewed the car over to the side of the road and hit the flashers. “Here,” she said. “Get out. Meet me at the front bumper!” Parker’s seat belt was already off. He sprang out of the car, tried to dodge around the open door and get to the front as she’d asked, bumped into it in his haste, and gave up. He was barely aware that there were trees directly in front of him, planted along the edge of the on-ramp, so no one was likely to see; all he knew was that he was starting to pee and the question was whether or not he could get his zipper down in time. Adrenaline-shaky, he fumbled with his crotch. He felt the stream beginning in his pants as he got the zipper down. He saw the glistening patch growing on his boxers. He tore his penis out midstream: the jet of piss went from going down his legs to going into the grass with just a moment’s interruption at the fly. For a second all he could sense—be it feeling, hearing, or seeing—was the tremendous rush of relief. But then he heard a moan and opened his eyes. There was Meagan before him. She was leaning against the hood of the car with both hands, knees bent a little, shorts around her ankles, panties askew and partway down her thighs. Her piss was thundering out, a stream that looked as thick as a thumb. Her stance wasn’t quite good enough, her panties weren’t quite down far enough; the stream clipped the back of the waistband and was spattering in all directions. Her eyes were closed, her mouth gaping—she looked for all the world like she was coming. She opened her eyes, took a quick glance down at her panties, took a quick glance up at Parker, then closed them again as another moan of relief burst out of her like the piss. Their streams both slowed, both trickled out. Meagan opened her eyes again and looked up at him. “Maybe I pushed that a little far,” she said. Parker was too stunned and humiliated and relieved all at once to say anything. Meagan stood up. “C’mere,” she said gently. He did so, stepping closer to her. She didn’t bother to pull up her pants, just hugged him. “I love you so much,” she whispered in his ear. “I pissed in my pants,” he said, still shocked. “I did too. Or at least I got them wet.” “It’s all over my legs.” “Mine too,” she said, rocking him gently. “It’s okay. We both did it. Nobody’s gotta be ashamed.” “I tried to hold it for you…” “And I tried to hold it for you. We almost made it. Mostly made it.” She glanced around. “Mmkay, let’s get off this onramp before somebody sees us,” she said. She stepped out of her shorts, pulled off her soaked panties, and put her shorts back on, going commando underneath. Parker gingerly pulled his wet boxers and shorts back on, and reluctantly got into the car. Meagan had to wait for another car to go by before she could get back in—but since nobody else had come by while they were stopped, it seemed likely nobody had seen them. And if anybody had, they would be gone in a minute. “Let’s go somewhere we can get cleaned up,” Meagan said. Parker still said nothing. -------------------------------------------------------- They found a beach; they found the showers. They changed into their swimsuits in the car and walked over to the shower building. There was a lot of traffic—a sunny summer day, after all—but nobody seemed to pay them any attention. After all, only someone truly watching them would have noticed that they’d come straight from the parking lot rather than from the water. They used the outdoor showers to spray themselves down; in a moment where nobody else was around, Meagan quickly pulled her bikini bottom open and washed her crotch a little. Parker did the same. They ended up spending the rest of the afternoon at the beach, even though they’d just been to another one the day before. Most of the time Meagan spent cuddling Parker. They bought hot dogs from the concession stand and ate them on a bench nearby, then got ice cream cones and ate those on the hood of Meagan’s car, soaking in the warmth radiating from the metal. The sun went down in splendor over the lake, and Meagan gave him vanilla-and-caramel kisses. The stars came out, and they lay back on the hood to spot constellations. Most of the park-goers had filtered out; a crowd of folks about their age were still about, doing many of the things they’d been doing. Meagan cuddled up to him again, one mostly-bare leg thrown over his, head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I pushed you so far,” she whispered. “I won’t do that again. Not without checking with you first, at least. Maybe not ever.” “Thank you,” Parker said. “I guess it’s fair, though. I’ve pushed you that far, too.” “But with consent. Always with consent. I didn’t really get that from you today.” “You pushed yourself just as far.” “That’s true, but not really the point.” She caressed his hair. “How are you feeling?” “Confused.” “By what?” “It was so bad. Painful. Embarrassing. I was freaking out. But if it had just been you, I would have been so turned on.” “Well, that was the general idea,” she said. “I know. But I was so freaked and so desperate, I missed most of it! I missed your desperation!” “So the good thing is,” Meagan said, “we can play it back in our heads and remember. And if you missed anything, I can fill you in.” Slowly she began to recount the whole thing—starting with her morning piss, the last one until the on-ramp hours later. Under cover of the darkness and her leg, she began to stroke him. A little while later, they got back in the car, reclined the seat, and threw a blanket over their laps. Underneath, Meagan jacked him off, quietly telling him the story of their day, pausing when she heard people coming by. When she said, “And my piss was getting all over my panties,” a shudder ran through him, and quick as a flash she dropped her head to his lap. A few sucks and one vivid memory later, he came explosively, and she swallowed it all. She cuddled up against him once again, afterward. “Better?” she said. “Better. Thank you. …But you know you didn’t owe me that. Right?” “Maybe. The apology I definitely owed you. The promise I definitely owed you. Getting you off—maybe I just wanted to. ’Kay?” “’Kay.” “Love you.” “So much.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And so Season 3 begins.  From now on, the stories will have the title "Housemates" (which is the name of this season).   As I mentioned earlier, the first two seasons are available for trade. 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Short fic I've already put on my Tumblr & Ao3 but I might as well here too kuomiku bc I'm the only supplier for this ship, they're both 19-20 and not related thanks not really any build-up since I only wanted to write the last bit bad art by me -- “One last shop, pleeease?” Mikuo sighed, but simply smiled and nodded. He loved going shopping with Miku - he didn’t understand why others would loathe such an activity, seeing your partner cheerfully twirl around in different clothes, peeks of them giggling inside the changing room - every time she called him up for a trip to the mall he’d put his gaming console or vacuum cleaner aside or whatever else he was holding and say yes, happily escorting her to wherever she wanted to go. However, this particular trip had perhaps been bad timing, or he simply hadn’t paid enough attention to his own needs. But with Miku looking up at him with doleful eyes, he put aside his unfortunately urgent need to use the bathroom. “Sure, last one.” He said with a small smile and nod, letting Miku take his hand as they headed towards their next stop. They’d been at the mall for about three hours now, with one break in between to get some iced coffee, and even before that Mikuo had neglected to use the bathroom for a while. So now, as Miku led him towards her designated store, he could already feel the toll from having disregarded his bathroom needs. And the two cups of iced coffee - a quarter of Miku’s, which she’d let him try and decided he liked as well - were not helping. But as much as he desperately wanted to excuse himself, Miku seemed pretty adamant about bringing him to this last shop. Last shop, he told himself, trying to ignore the dull pain in his lower abdomen. One last stop, then I can go pee. It was quite a walk, from one end of the mall to the other, and by the time they got there he was already bursting, but seeing Miku gasp in excitement as she led him in, he quietly told himself to keep silent and stay still. Maybe I could sneak off while she’s in the changing room… Though she’ll probably want me to look. He sighed, and spotting a chair by one of the clothing racks, he began to head towards it before Miku grabbed his wrist and pulled her back towards him. “Wait! Not yet! I want to see if these will fit you!” Miku said, motioning towards the clothes on the left side of the store, and Mikuo only replied with a meek “okay” as he was brought towards it. “They look fine, Miku.” Mikuo said with a shaky smile, itching to twist his legs or fidget or move about, something, but Miku kept coming up to him with different shirts and sweaters, holding them up in front of him as she examined them. “Well, we have to make sure.” She pursed her lips, examining the price tag on one of the shirts she had picked out. “Besides, Mom’s having that dinner next Sunday, right? You need to get some better shirts.” “What’s wrong with the shirts I have now?” Mikuo asked, although the capacity of his closet wasn’t what was bothering him at the moment. “Nothing, but you need something - something better.” Miku gave him a look. “You know what I mean. Here, let’s try these on.” She proceeded to dump a heap of clothing onto his arm, and Mikuo gasped as he caught them, frowning, picking up one of the price tags. “It’s just one dinner, isn’t it?” “Don’t worry, honey. My wallet’s still full.” Miku giggled, planting a kiss on his cheek as she headed towards the changing rooms. “C’mon, at least try them on. I need to see if those dresses will fit me too.” My bladder’s pretty full, too. Mikuo thought sourly to himself, but put on a smile as he followed Miku to the changing rooms. Two out of the three were taken, so when the shopping clerk had turned around, Miku pulled Mikuo into the last one along with her, shutting the door for privacy. She took the clothes aside and put them on the provided table, separating them for organization, hers on the right, and his on the left. Miku frowned at them as Mikuo watched, sliding down to sit on the chair in the corner of the changing room, crossing one leg over the other. After Miku had deemed what was good enough and put them in order, she had already removed half of the clothes selected earlier from the two piles, and put them aside. “I arranged them in what matches the best.” she said, petting the shirt on the top of Mikuo’s stack of clothes. “You can see if there’s anything else you like or don’t want.” Mikuo nodded, but didn’t get up from his seat. He could feel his bladder already struggling to contain everything, and he was beginning to doubt if he could wait till they were done. “Sure.” “Oh-” Miku spun around so she had her back to him, pulling her hair aside. “Could you get the zip on the back here?” “Oh. Right. Sure.” Mikuo mumbled to himself, but got up, going over to Miku to help her undress. Once she had gotten her clothes off, she turned away to change into another dress she had picked out. Mikuo turned back to his shirts, picking one up, and sighed. His need to use the bathroom had earlier been ignorable, but now that was all his brain was urgently pointing out to take focus on, but like it or not, he had to disregard it for a moment longer and get this over with. No matter how badly he needed relief right now. Mikuo pulled his shirt off over his head and put on the new one, unable to stay still. Every small movement he made felt like a tremor to his bladder, and as he looked from the shirt he held in his hands to the ones Miku had chosen for him, he realized he wasn’t going to last at all. Crap. He could feel his bladder straining at its contents, pushing against his natural limit - and he was almost sure he had gone above that. What seemed like doubt that he would be able to hold it much longer quickly turned into confirmation as he felt his hold on his bladder begin to loosen, and he put the shirt he was holding aside. He pressed his hand against his crotch and looked towards Miku, who was in the middle of putting on a new dress. “Hey, Miku, I need to-” He was cut short as he felt something escape his bladder, damping his underwear, and his gears immediately kicked into panic mode. Miku looked up at him as he turned around, backing against the door. “Mikuo?” She dropped her dress, looking at him worriedly. “Are you okay?” “I-I’m sorry, I really need to - I need to use the bathroom-” he fumbled for the doorknob, but as he heard the lock click open, Miku gasped, and he realized if he opened the door now she’d be completely exposed to anyone waiting outside, and he definitely wasn’t going to be able to inch out slowly. He cursed, sliding the lock back shut and bending over, twisting his legs with his hands jammed in between. “Wh-What!?” She gasped, holding out her hands towards him, unsure of what to do. “Can’t you-” “I-I’m sorry!” He spluttered, trying to fight back another leak, but quickly realized his attempt to hold it anymore was failing, and it wouldn’t be long before he completely lost control. “Oh my god!” Miku turned and grabbed one of the bags from an earlier store, dumping out the clothes inside onto the floor and rushing back towards him, crouching in front of him. “T-Take it off!” “What!?” “Your pants!” Miku exclaimed. “Just go in here!” “Okay - ugh-” He suppressed a groan as he moved his hand out of the way, feeling pee dribble out onto his leg, the dark patch on the crotch of his pants growing. “Geez, okay-” Miku drew a breath as Mikuo fumbled with his buttons, knees shaking, unable to hold back the small dribbles leaking out of him. As soon as he got his pants and underwear out of the way, Miku held the bag up underneath him, and the trickles quickly turned into a heavy stream, splattering noisily against the bottom of the bag. Miku bit her lip and turned away, holding it up closer to him in attempt to soften the noise. “Miku, not too far!” “Oh! Sorry!” She turned back and shuffled closer to him, frowning. Mikuo wobbled back up into a straight position, face red as he aimed properly into the bag. Both of them looked awkwardly at the stream until it slowly subsided back into a small trickle, and then drops. “Hmm.” Miku pulled the bag away, looking at it, and then back up at him. Mikuo covered his crotch in embarrassment, turning to pick up his discarded underwear. “…Don’t stare, please.” “Uh! Sorry.” Miku looked back down into the now urine-filled bag, and then stood up. “It’s not the first time.” “It’s not any less embarrassing.” He muttered, picking up his pants as well, but Miku stopped him. “Wait, no. There’s piss all over it. I’ll just buy you a new pair.” Mikuo stammered an excuse, but paused, and nodded. “Y..Yeah, okay. Sure.” And after another pause, added, “I’m sorry.” Miku sighed, going over to pick up her shirt and put it on. “Sheesh, you could have gone earlier. Were you holding it this whole time?” “Uh, yeah,” Mikuo averted his eyes. “I didn’t want to interrupt you.” “You are so gross! Just go if you need to pee, okay? I don’t want to deal with that again-” Miku looked down, but luckily, nothing had gotten on the floor. “I don’t wanna think of what we’d have to explain if I didn’t have any other bags.” Mikuo sighed. “I’m sorry.” “Whatever. But now I’m gonna have to keep on checking in on you every time we go out.” Miku grabbed her purse, and moved over to place a reassuring kiss on his cheek. “You’re paying for this one.” “Fine,” he groaned. “Just get me some pants.”
Meanwhile, at the southern end of the kingdom, right at the border with The Great Wasteland, stood a great fort and wall separating the two lands. Its name was the Shield of Pendragon, named after Alicia Pendragon who had become a hero of the kingdom for driving the invading orcs from the Great Wasteland. And today, its namesake was approaching it in a rapid fashion. Alicia rode as fast as she could on top of her horse. She had been riding on said white horse for more than 24 hours non stop without rest. Such was her amazing vigor. But even her had her limits in all things. Brrrrrfffffttt! A fresh wave of gas escaped from her skintight white trousers as she lifted her buttocks a little from her saddle. She was desperate. It had been 30 hours since she last used the lavatory and now she was desperate on both ends. Psss... She quickly clamped her muscles, cutting off the leak immediately. Just a little more. Just a little more until she arrived. -------xxx--------- "Lady Alicia! Lady Alicia is here!" "Oh, bless the gods, our savior is here!" Such was the reaction she received when she arrived at her destination. She didn't waste time in pleasantries though. She immediately went off in search of the nearest privy after she left the stables. "About time you showed up, Alicia." Only to be interrupted by the Musketeer General of the kingdom, Winfry Albarn. She was the leader of the musketeer batallion, a newly formed unit that utilized a newly invented weaponry of muskets and cannons.  "Come on. The meeting would start soon." Alicia sighed inwardly. Her bathroom visit would have to wait, it seemed. It would be more important to attend this meeting right away and know the current situation. "Lead the way," she told her. Once there, she was greeted by the sight of all the high ranking soldiers in the army, along with three other generals. First was the Warrior General, Layla Tu Danaan. She held the charge on the frontline warriors and her skill with the scythe terrified even her own troops as she could chop and dice so many opponents with it in a flash. The other one was Rana Nordwick, the Wizard General. She commanded the magic batallion, both as offense and support. And last but not least was Norn Farseer, the Druid General. Unlike the others, she didn't command human troops. Instead, she specialized in aerial support with her squad of giant rocs. Their screams could bring terror to the battlefield and they could either swoop in with their strong claws and beaks or drop huge boulders or trees from the skies. And the druid herself could transform into a dragon. "Oh finally you sure took your time, Alicia," Layla said once she saw her entering the room with an annoyed look. Alicia never really got along with the general. It's not her fault however. It was the general's own attitude who caused such a rift. You see, the general was jealous. Jealous on how Alicia could fight in the front lines while never having any accidents. The general's biggest shame had always been her weak bladder and bowel controls. It was so bad that she had to wear diapers underneath her poofy bloomers. Even now, as she sat on her seat, her diaper was squishing on her butt. No one else knew obviously, or else she would've resigned out of shame. Alicia took her seat but as she did, a powerful cramp assaulted her bowels. Quickly, she shifted her buttcheeks, raising one cheek slightly, and with deadly precision, began releasing a silent fart. "So, what's the situation?" she asked with her serious expression, even though she was still in the middle of releasing her gas. She was well practiced in this kind of stuff. "Well, their last assault took a heavy toll on our forces," Rana answered as she took a sip of her coffee. "We annihilated many of them yet our scouts still reported that many more are still coming." "They're expected to arrive at nightfall today," Winfry added. "I see..." Alicia replied, only now ending her long fart. "Any demands from them?" "Hah, all they ask was you, Alicia," Layla snidely replied. "Me?" Alicia replied. Pssshhh... She quickly pressed her tights together. In surprise, her full bladder had failed her. Unlike before however, she couldn't stop the flow completely. She could only halt it to tiny little drops every second.  "Yes, you," Layla continued. "Their leader demanded to bring you, Alicia Pendragon, to them. Guess they want revenge or something." "I see..." Alicia replied, feeling the warmth spreading on her already damp panties. "Then I guess I'll have to go to them, then!" she said with a confident grin  She then rose from her chair and said, "If that's all, then I'm going to my room. Getting quite sleepy after riding all day and night without rest, you see," she said, still with her grin. She then turned around and left the room. "H-hey, Alicia, we're not finished yet!" Layla shouted. "Let her be. She needs her rest for the upcoming fight," Norn said to her with her usual calm self. "Grrr, that woman just keeps doing whatever she wants!" If Layla hadn't been so angry, she probably would have noticed the small wet patch on Alicia's pants. Only Rana noticed, which gave her a little smirk. Even the Hero herself needs a potty break, it seems. And speaking of potty breaks, I sure need one myself. She shifted her legs as she took another sip of her coffee. And, as a mark of sympathy to Alicia, she let out a long spurt of pee to her own black panties  And so ended Alicia's desperate horse ride. She made it, of course. She let her pee dry on her pants and panties, using perfume to mask the slight smell.
The assault of the orcs were relentless. Waves of waves upon orc warriors and their wargs battered over and over against the kingdom's army. With the chants of their shamans, they revelled in bloodlust while their enemies felt unnatural terrors inside their hearts. If not for Rana and her elite wizards weaving auras of courage and bravery upon the battlefield, the human army would all have run in terror for sure. Even so, it didn't come without a cost as the aura drained their mana as long as it was activated, not to mention the fear aura now focusing its effect of them in an effort to break their defenses down. It led to some of the female mages having accidents under their robes thanks to the combination of the fear aura and their weakening hold thanks to their tiredness. Rana herself had leaked and farted several times. So, as the squad stood on the fortress walls overseeing the battlefield, a waft of pee and poo could be smelled around them, with some having puddles under them and/or browned/yellowed robes. "Ethan, keep your eyes on the battlefield!" Lana ordered. "Y-yes, ma'am!" Lana sighed. Ethan was one of those pervy mages who liked seeing his comrades have an accident. His skill in magic was top notch but his attitude needed to be fixed for sure. Meanwhile at the skies, Norn was in her dragon form, raining down hell from above with her fire breath, with her roc squad assisting her. She had to strike on the back of the enemy forces as to not harm her allies, but that resulted in her going thick into enemy territory. Archers and shamans battered her and her squad with arrows and spells, and every time one of her rocs fell, she could feel their pain and terror thanks to the emphatic link she had with them. Thankfully, a dragon had a much better bladder/bowel control than a human, so it didn't affect her at all, though enough terror could make her revert to human form against her will, and she would definitely soil herself when that happened. Next was Winfry and her musketeer batallion. Some of her army still utilized bows however as the kingdom still hadn't managed to produce enough muskets for every archer. And besides, you couldn't utilize the "rain of arrows" tactic with muskets, so it would serve them well to have a bunch of archers in the back while muskets took the front, or, in a defensive battle like this, archers taking the walls and musketeers taking the field. "Fire!" A row of orcs fell instantly as their bullets landed, only for another row to instantly replace them. There's no end to them! Winfry stood gallantly at the front of her squad, even as her tight white shorts showed a splotch of yellow wetness on the front and a brown lump on the back. Ironically, her little accidents didn't happen because of a near death situation in combat. It was because she forgot to empty herself before heading out, and as the fight went on, she couldn't hold it anymore. It was really an embarrassment to her. Thankfully, her squad didn't seem to notice the fact, especially as some of them had their own accidents as well. Suddenly, an orc champion ran straight for them. A champion was an orc far stronger than a normal orc and it could take many bullets before it would fall. A loud Pssssshhh and Brlptbrlptbrlpt could be heard as some of the female musketeers lost it, soiling their uniformed tight black trousers, but Winfry rallied them all with a loud shout, telling them all to aim at the champion's body. They fired, yet the champion still stood. And it continued running after them. Psssshhh. Winfry's shorts further dampened, turning translucent and showing the fact that she was wearing blue panties underneath. Brrlllffttt Wet mess filled her panties and shorts, coating the entirety of her buttocks with them. She froze in place as the champion orc towered over her. Only for a scythe to bisect the orc in two. "Get yourself together, Winfry!" The one that came to her rescue was Layla. The general only gave her a short glance before leaving to the frontlines again where her batallion was. Her army consisted of cavaliers and foot soldiers. She was having a competition with Alicia, to see who could kill the most orcs. So far she had killed 112 orcs, a number she was decently satisfied with. What she wasn't okay with however was the state of her diaper. It was already full with her pee and mess, thanks to the many close calls she had. An arrow whizzed by, she spurted in response. She was pushing back an enemy's blade, she pushed out her poop as well. Unlike Alicia, that woman with her perfect, pristine white pants. The way they hugged her butt so tightly even annoyed her as if she was showing off how she never had any accidents. Speaking of Alicia, she was currently taking on five orc champions at the same time.  "Graaar!" One champion swung its huge twin blades at her. She dodged them by a simple leap before smashing her warhammer into its face, crushing its skull and killing it instantly. Another champion creeped behind her and swung its giant axe at her while she was still in mid-air. Unfortunately for it, Alicia was surrounded by a divine shield, so its attack simply bounced off. The moment Alicia landed, she dashed under it and smashed her hammer right at its crotch. Ah, the weakness of every male creatures. Two now fell. Three left. Watching her from a distance, Layla could only frown in jealousy. She knew that she was stronger than her. To calmly stand against five champions like that, it was something even she couldn't do. Two champions now attacked her at the same time; one raising its staff to summon flames from the ground; another charging for a shield bash. Instead of dodging however, she stood her ground, charged up her warhammer, and the moment the flame appeared, she hit the ground with it, creating a shockwave that dispelled the spell and repelled the charging champion away. Alicia immediately followed up with a blink forward, appearing right in front of the spellcaster champion before bashing its skull. The shieldbashing champion tried to retaliate but Alicia simply leaped over it and crushed its cranium from behind. Four down. Only one left. "Fu fu fu, as expected from the famous Alicia Pendragon." At the shoulder of the last champion appeared what looked to be a portal. And from it appeared a very peculiar-looking figure. It was not an orc. Instead, it looked to be a human with bat wings and a witch hat attached to her. It was a she-demon. "Let's bring things up a notch, shall we?"
The paladin smiled, swinging her warhammer to the ground. "Finally, the big fish comes out to play!" The she-demon snapped her finger, creating a mass of black lances behind her. With another snap, she sent them all towards Alicia, with some magically phasing through the orc champion's body. With no fear whatsoever, Alicia ran forward. She knew that the lances weren't thick enough that she couldn't just dodge between them. Her boots leaped and twisted around, each step calculated just enough so that the only harm she received was mere grazes to her clothing.  "Ha, is this all you got?" She spoke with a taunting grin. The she-demon frowned. She had expected that most of her lances wouldn't land. But at least one or two would stick to their target. Not like this where she could dodge all of them. "Not even close," she replied. Another snap. A magic circle appeared, strings of shadows firing out, piercing the last orc champion. The creature let out a horrific, pained roar as its flesh sickeningly enlarged, seemingly tearing itself apart in the process. Alicia shuddered, gripping her warhammer tightly. Demon magic. Never a pleasant sight. Or sound for that matter. The transformation complete, the champion was now twice its original size. It let out a blood curdling scream as it charged forward. Warmth. She could feel it dampening her panties. She now knew the scream was enhanced by a fear-inducing spell. She glanced at her compatriots in the distance. If they heard the scream, they should have peed or even messed themselves even more. Enough so that they would be paralyzed in the spot. The gigantic orc swung its dual scimitars at her. Enlarged as well by the spell, they had an immense reach, far longer and wider than their usual. Alicia gulped as she held her warhammer in a blocking position. She maximized the light shield in front of her. CRASH The paladin was thrown away, losing their grip on the ground from the massive force. She managed to land on her feet however, a show of just how perfect her balance was. She gritted her teeth, another wave of warmth entering her panties. Damn, been a while since I'm pushed back like this. She now realized she had to go all out against this beefed up creature. The she-demon snickered. Victory was definitely in her hands now. She raised her right arm to the skies. An ominous-looking black cloud suddenly gathered before her. A chant began to be uttered from her lips. The ultimate lightning spell, Thorfryj. She had never faced an opponent that survived the blast. Alicia's heart skipped. This is bad. That's definitely a grand spell. I have to knock her out before it finishes, or else… The orc stood still, guarding the demon mage that was chanting on top of his shoulder. It watched the paladin's every move, with not the slightest intention of letting harm befall its mistress. ...Nope, direct attack wouldn't work. Guess I have to use that form after all… Alicia closed her eyes. Gripping her hammer tightly, she circulated every bit of her divine power into her bloodstream. It spread like wildfire, burning every inch of her body from the inside. And then, she roared. The she-demon gasped, a jet of urine escaping her bladder, soaking the crotch of her leotard. T-this surge of power… I-It couldn't… She looked down, only to find her eyes blinded by an intense, searing light. That light suddenly jumped upwards with immense speed, bypassing the orc's vigilance. With one single full swing, she sent the demoness back down to the ground. “G-gyaaah!” The shock and pain were too much. She couldn’t stop herself from emptying her bowels and bladders as she laid down on the dirt, unable to lift a single finger from such a heavy blow. “Y-you accursed—” Her thoughts were cut short as Alicia dealt the finishing blow, smashing her head into chunks of purple gore before receding down to dust. Her control of the orc ended as well, and with it, the darkness became too much for its body, making it practically explode into pieces of flesh as well. The light then receded, revealing the Paladin underneath. Alicia groaned, falling down on one knee, panting terribly as if she just ran a mile non-stop. Spurts of pee dampened her panties further, followed by a fart. T-that was… tiring… Avatar Form. It was an ability on the holiest of paladins could execute. Imbibing in divine light, said paladin temporarily transformed into the God of Light himself, increasing their physical and holy magic prowess considerably. Many Paladins in the past had attempted the technique, only to kill themselves in the process as their bodies simply couldn’t take it. Even Alicia, the legendary Hero herself, could only manage 1 minute at the very most. And after using it, both her stamina and muscles would be in a deteriorated state, weakening her significantly. Which was why she was now seriously on the verge of having an accident of her own. She clenched her urethra and anus with whatever strength she had remained. Thankfully, it seemed to have worked as she stopped leaking any more of her bodily waste. Ooh, that was close… So now, I believe… the invasion should be over? She stood up, still with shaking legs. She looked all around the battlefield.  Sure enough, the orcs were indeed retreating. Without their mistress, their berserker state disappeared, leaving them vulnerable to fright, which the druid feasted upon. The paladin smiled. Good. Now… I just need to get to the privy before I shat myself…
Whelp, here it is. 3500 words or so of pure Naruto omo fanfiction. Probably won't make sense unless you're really a fan of the franchise and actually know the plot really well. Warning: Contains messing toward the end. Mostly desperation and peeing, though. So feel free to read up until that point and then nope out.                 “Thank you for everything.” Everything went dark. She couldn’t believe it. He had actually knocked her unconscious.                 Sakura opened her eyes and bolted upright. It was daytime now, and it took her a moment to remember why she felt such a sense of urgency within her. Then she remembered the night before. She had finally poured her heart out to him, and he thanked her by hitting her in the back of the head. She wasn’t sure if she should scream or cry. Emotion swelled within her, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Not by herself anyway.                 Her first instinct was to go running to Lady Tsunade or Kakashi-sensei. Or Naruto. Any one of them seemed like they could have done a better job keeping Sasuke from leaving. When would she ever stop feeling this overwhelming sense of uselessness. She never seemed to be able to do anything on her own.                 She knew Naruto wasn’t likely to let her come if he went after Sasuke. Those two behaved like such children, and Naruto would probably see it as part of their unending grudge-match. Plus, he would probably see how distraught she was. Tears rolled down her cheeks now, as she shook violently to force them back. It was no use. Naruto would want her to stay, not just because she was visibly upset, but because he knew the truth that she would only slow him down.                 But if she didn’t go to Tsunade immediately, didn’t tell Naruto, or anyone else what had happened the previous night, she would be free to pursue Sasuke on her own. He couldn’t have gotten that far away since night time, and he didn’t look like he was in any particular hurry. Maybe she could-                 “Sakura?” came an obnoxious sounding voice from nearby. “That is Sakura! What are you doing all the way out here? And so early?” Sakura would recognize that voice anywhere.                 “It’s- it’s not any of your business Ino-pig!” Sakura stammered. She did her best to hide her puffy red eyes. Ino harrumphed, and it was clear she still wanted an answer to her question.  “Besides, what are you doing on the outskirts of the village so early?”                 “Well if you must know, Forehead-girl, I was gathering flowers for my parent’s shop.” Ino held up the basket she’d been carrying. It was filled with bright blossoms in dozens of colors. “You still didn’t answer. What brings you out here? And- and why is your face so red?” Sakura tried to compose herself, but it was difficult. Ino usually brought out her rage, but her emotions were still directed elsewhere.  She tried to stammer an answer. “Were you- crying?” If Sakura didn’t know any better, she’d say Ino actually sounded concerned.                 “N-no. And it’s none of your business anyway.” It was then Sakura realized that this feud with Ino over Sasuke would be pointless if Sasuke became a wanted criminal. “Oh, who am I kidding,” she said putting her face in her hands. “It’s Sasuke,” she blubbered, as tears began to well up in her eyes again.                 Ino laughed. “Hah, don’t tell me he finally rejected you. Probably not into big foreheads. What, did you come out here while he was training or something?”                 “N-Not t-training. He wa- he- he-“ Sakura almost couldn’t say it out loud. “He’s left the village. He’s defecting to the Sound village to train with Orochimaru. He’s not coming back.                 “He what? You can’t be serious!” Ino looked angry. “You’d better not be making some sort of bad joke Sakura. It’s not funny. You shouldn’t say things like that.”                 “It’s t-true.”                 “We have to do something then! How long ago did he leave?”                 “It was o-only l-last night. He c-can’t have gotten f-far yet.”                 “Well we have to go after him then!”                 “Alone?” Sakura was terrified at the thought. It was one thing to not want to go to Naruto for help, but it was another to go after Sasuke with her rival.                 “There’s no time to wait for anyone else!”                 “E-excuse me,” a timid voice came from nearby. Sakura turned to see Hinata and Tenten standing nearby, Tenten holding her large summoning scroll.                 “Yeah,” Tenten broke in. “Excuse us, but we couldn’t help but overhear your shouting match. Yeesh, are you two still chasing after that Sasuke so hard when he’s clearly not into either of you? Give it a rest already.”                 “No, we need to chase after him because he’s running away from the village!” Ino practically yelled into Tenten’s face.                 Hinata tensed, and shrunk back even further, if that was possible. “Why would he want to run away?”                 Sakura had gained full composure again, finally. She decided it was time to be honest and tell everyone Sasuke’s true motivations. “He’s seeking after forbidden power. Kinjutsu that he can only learn by going to the Sound village and learning from Orochimaru himself.”                 “Orochimaru?” Tenten gasped, incredulous. “Isn’t he the one that killed the Third? How could Sasuke want to learn anything from a guy like that?”                 Sakura held back the tears as she explained Sasuke’s lust for power and intense desire to become stronger. She wasn’t entirely sure of the details, but she knew it had to do with him wanting to fight one of those men in the cloaks with red clouds that had attacked the village.                 “Well I think it’s pretty clear,” Tenten said after the explanation was through. “The four of us could go after him right now and probably overpower him together. Hinata?”                 Hinata jumped at being addressed, “Y- Yes?”                 “Could you use your Byakugan to track Sasuke’s location?”                 “W- well...” She didn’t look very confident. “I probably wouldn’t be much help. M- maybe we should go through Lady Tsunade? Get a team together more suited to the job?”                 Sakura knew that would be no good, in the end. “If we go to the Hokage there’s no way Naruto won’t get involved somehow.” Deep down she had a feeling that no good would come of that. “If I know Naruto he might just go run after Sasuke himself, and they’d end up fighting. I don’t think Naruto would win, either.”                 “Sakura’s right,” Ino chimed in, “and we don’t have time to sit and debate anymore. Hinata! Have some courage for once and use your enhanced eyesight to find any kind of clues for which way Sasuke went. You’re a kunoichi of the Hidden Leaf! Start acting like it!”                 Hinata blushed furiously, then inhaled and composed her face into a semblance of bravery. “Right!” she declared determined. She made the Tiger seal with her hands. “Byakugan!” “Jirobou, don’t take so long sucking up all their chakra this time, yeah?” Kidoumaru shouted as he and the others took off with the cask containing Orochimaru’s precious vessel. He hated being ordered around by those three- four when you counted Sakon and Ukon. He hated them all. He’d hated Kimimaro most of all. They all thought he was the weakest. He was the fat one, the butt of every joke. The one thing he enjoyed was coming up against people who were even weaker than him. Any ordinary person not blessed with power from Orochimaru. Those, he could suck dry of all their chakra at his leisure. These low-level kunoichi didn’t stand a chance. They’d been so easy to trap, and there was no escape for them, now. All that was left to decide was how to kill them when he was done eating all that precious chakra. “I can’t believe you led us into such an obvious trap!” Ino yelled at poor Hinata, who did her best to try and hide behind Sakura. “Ino, stop! It’s not her fault,” Sakura defended. You were the one who was moving so carelessly at the front of the group. You’d think some of Shikamaru’s brains might have rubbed off on you at some point.” Sakura turned around. “Hinata, are you still able to use your Byakugan to see if we can find a way out of this trap?” Hinata quivered. She looked too terrified to speak. Sakura faced her directly and put a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. Still, she kept her face hard as she pushed, “Hinata, we need your eyes. You’re the only one who can help us out of this. Would Naruto give up in this situation?” At that, Hinata’s expression changed. She suddenly looked as determined as she had when she’d faced Neji during the Chunin Exams. “Right! Like I said when this dome around us, these are no ordinary rocks. They’re infused with chalkra, and being in here is slowly draining us. We’re probably going to have to act fast. If we want to get out…” She paused and there was a glimmer of that self-doubt again. “I just don’t see how we can-.” “Leave it to me!” Tenten shouted enthusiastically. “I’ve got just the thing to break through that wall.” As she spoke she took the large summoning scroll from her back, uncoiling it and biting her finger to spread blood across the seal. Moments later she had dozens of large sharp instruments and weaponry of every kind shooting forward in a violent display, that did fuck all to make any sort of dent in the wall. With that tiny shred of hope destroyed, Sakura finally began to realize how well and truly boned they were. None of them had the raw strength to break through the chalkra enhanced wall, and any energy they did have was slowly being taken from her. Nobody knew where they were, or even that they were gone, and by the time anyone started looking they’d probably already be dead. It was enough to make her want to scream “SHANARO!!” at the top of her lungs and punch the wall in a futile attempt at smashing through. For some reason, she had this idea in her head that she’d be able to break it. But she wasn’t strong. She was the weak one, and a complete failure compared to Naruto or Sasuke. The final straw was when that tiny, familiar pressure on her abdomen started becoming more persistent. The only thing that could have made this whole stupid situation worse would have been if she’d needed to pee badly. So of course... Two hours passed. Ino was beginning to resign herself to the fact that help wasn’t coming. Asuma-sensei usually had very good timing when it came to saving the day, but it seemed her luck had run out in that department. She’d noticed Sakura’s fidgeting a while ago. It was clear now that she probably needed to go to the bathroom. That wouldn’t have been too much of a problem, if any of them could still move. They all had only a sliver of chalkra left, and their physical energy couldn’t compensate. They were tired, and all four of them had fallen to the ground a while ago. Tenten had dropped first, she looked to be on the verge of unconsciousness, that show with the scroll and the weapons before had apparently taken a lot out of her. She must have been a total lightweight in terms of chalkra. Ino felt she could stay awake for a while yet, but she didn’t have the energy to stand anymore either. Worse, she felt her own need to pee slowly growing. The worst part was knowing she couldn’t do anything about it. Hinata struggled to stand, to get some part of her limp body to cooperate. Despite her efforts she could do nothing to stop the growing feeling. She would have to pee very soon. She couldn’t accept it. She wouldn’t. What would Naruto think? How would she ever face him having done something so embarrassing. The pressure was building to a climax, and she was moments from bursting. She forced back tears, knowing she would need to save the energy if she was going to get out of this with her dignity intact. But despite her hope, her determination, she felt it creeping up on her. A desire to give up, to give in. It would be so easy to just let go. Just let everything go and not have to struggle or worry about it anymore. It would be the easiest thing in the world. She wouldn’t have to hold anything in anymore.                 Hope was fading. There was no hope anymore. The only hope she had was for sweet release and then a swift death in the face of such humiliation.                 Tenten started awake from the brink of unconsciousness. She was amazed she was still holding on. Using her large summoning scroll had been a mistake. Everything she’d done in her life up until this point seemed like a mistake. She couldn’t help feel helplessly outclasses by her teammates when she found herself in situations like this. Lee probably would have punched his way out, and Neji was smart enough he would have thought of something. Why had she decided to make her specialty in weapons?                 Pain in her abdomen indicated that she probably would pee herself the second she lost consciousness. That was probably the only thing still keeping her awake. As humiliating as it was to fail so spectacularly as a shinobi, she couldn’t bare the thought of facing death with soiled undergarments. Despite that, she knew there was no winning that fight, either. After struggling for as long as she could she finally made a decision. She wanted the pain to go away. All of it.                 So, relaxing, Tenten began to pee. It was an amazingly pleasant feeling after holding it in for so long. She’d thought it would make her feel more gross, but she found herself sighing contentedly as the hot stream of urine began to soak through her clothing. The warm liquid began to pool around her and soak into everything. All her clothes, her gear, everything was wet by the time the stream finally died down. With a sense of final resignation, she let herself black out. She knew she probably wouldn’t wake up.                 Sakura had hoped she had cried all the moisture out of her body through her tear ducts. She was, unfortunately, very wrong. The faint, but persistent feeling had been growing since they’d been trapped. She used what little energy she had left to struggle pointlessly on the ground, trying to get herself into a position where she could hold her legs together more tightly. Doing so probably wouldn’t even help, but she was growing increasingly desperate by the second.                 The worst part was knowing- knowing deep down that a moment would come when she could no longer hold. There was an inevitability. She heard it from the others. The struggling. The desperation. You could almost feel it in the air. Then she heard a distinct and terrifying sound.                 Hissss. It didn’t last long, but it was obvious one of the other girls had finally lost the strength in her bladder.                 “Tenten?” Ino cried weakly. Sakura was surprised any of them still had the strength to talk. She wondered if she’d be able to speak if she tried herself.                 “She’s-“ Sakura coughed. Her words came out haggard and croaking. “She’s probably already unconscious. Would explain the- loss of control.”                 Silence again.                 “Sakura-“ Ino’s voice came, sounding somehow even weaker than before.  “Hinata- L- Listen. We should- we should probably just try to conserve our energy. It might actually be best if we just- relaxed a bit.” Sakura couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Despite the tactical sense behind it, Ino was actually advocating for the three of them to piss themselves in order to save their energy.                 “What’s the point?” It was a shock to hear Hinata speak at all, much less hear such negativity from her. “Nobody’s coming. Naruto’s not coming. What is there to save our strength for? I’d rather just- I’d rather just stay dry as long as I can.”                 Ino didn’t respond for some time. “I didn’t say help would come.” She actually managed a mirthless chuckle. “And you’re right. There’s nothing to save our energy for. So all I’m saying is- why bother torturing ourselves? Let’s just have some- have some peace before we die here.” With those words a loud hiss once again resounded through the small tomb of rocks.                 Ino let out a long sigh to accompany the sound. “I’ll be the first to say- this feels amazing. I don’t know why I bothered holding it so long!” Her voice had regained some of her normal enthusiasm. She sounded incredibly delirious, though. “C’mon Sakura, Hinata! Pee with me! It feels fantastic!”                 “Ino!”                 “Hinata, quiet. She’s not in her right state of mind.” Sakura’s words felt empty, knowing she wasn’t in hers either. She felt like doing exactly as Ino had. She even started imagining how good it would feel. Just letting everything go. How nice would it be to feel all that relief?                 She began to feel the pressure subside, she didn’t even really notice when the pee had started coming out. It just sort of happened. As soon as the flow started, though, she gave up all pretense and let it all out. She didn’t push. She didn’t have to. It flowed freely and quickly from her. And it was exquisite.                 Ino laughed herself silly. Or at least she thought she was laughing, she might have been crying. It had felt so good to pee she forgot to remember how gross it should have felt. It had felt so good she was actually disappointed when it stopped. She’d wanted to relieve herself just a little more before the end. Luckily her opportunities for relief weren’t quite over yet.                 She’d noticed it about an hour ago, but the pressing need to pee had driven the thought of it away. With her pee gone it was becoming more and more noticeable. A familiar cramping in her lower intestine. Very soon she would probably need to poop. It should have terrified her, it should have made her feel dirty just thinking about it, but something in her had broken.                 She welcomed the feeling of pressure on her anus. She even began to teasingly push outward slightly, nearly losing control a few times. How good would it feel this time? How good would it be to let everything out of her? To force it out, even. Before she knew, the feeling had become very strong. She wasn’t sure she could hold it much longer if she wanted to. So she relaxed, and pushed. Hinata felt the warm, squishy mesh push into her panties. Her senses were too numbed for the smell to bother her much, but she still noticed it. It was mixing with the stale smells of urine already wafting through the air. She’d stopped caring. She pushed again and felt her panties push outward even more, up against the skirt of her outfit. She didn’t think about how good it felt. She just let it happen.                 Sakura was sure she was going to die. Her chalkra was gone, her energy was gone, there was a big scary looking guy outside who’d probably finish them off. So, in the face of death, Sakura wasn’t afraid to admit something to herself. She loved the feeling of warm, gooey poo spreading around her thighs as she pushed it out. Her mind had broken so much from the trauma of it all that she was actually becoming aroused by the feeling. It had started as a feeling of simple relief and grown into something more perverse. She knew that if she somehow lived through this she would need to feel this way again. It was a part of her now.                 Light touched Sakura’s face and she heard the early morning chirping of birds. She blinked and tried to move into a sitting position. She could barely manage tilting her head to the side. She was in a hospital bed. Naruto had fallen asleep near her side. He was, she noted, covered in bandages from head to toe. So the idiot had come to her rescue after all. That was nice. Not being dead was nice.                 But being alive brought it’s own share of problems.
Wanna say thanks to my amazing beta! Hope all of u can enjoy this.  Jacob and Sam’s bladder marathon “I didn’t remember “The Fellowship of the Ring” being so long”, Jacob commented, visibly anxious.  “That’s the extended version for you!” pointed his friend Sam. “You’ve got to admit watching it on the big screen is something different! I don’t care how good your TV is!”  “Yeah… it’s different all-right! Back home I can pause it!”  “Oh boo-hoo! Come on man! Don’t tell me that wasn’t great! We should be so lucky as to have a re-run marathon in our town!”  “Yeah… I gotta admit, I missed seeing these on the big screen.”  Both friends were standing up as the credits were rolling and the lights turning back on in the movie theater. Around them, every other moviegoer was standing up as well.  “Come on man, let’s go, I’m starving!” commented Sam. “Let’s order some pizzas. This salty popcorn didn’t feed me properly.”  Both men walked down the corridors at a pace slowed by the large audience that had gathered.  Once back in the hall, Jacob commented:  “Hang on a minute, dude. I’ve gotta take a leak!”  “That might prove difficult man! Look at all these people in front of the bathroom!” Sam replied.  The line was indeed quite discouraging. There were probably 30 men waiting past the door to the bathroom. Both friends could only guess that there were at least as many guys waiting their turn inside the bathrooms. As usual, the line in front of the ladies’ room was even longer.  “Damn it!” Jacob mumbled under his breath.  “Forget it, bro! Can’t you hold it? We can wait until we’re back at your place. This will take forever.”  “Yeah, I guess you’re right...” conceded Jacob, defeated. He knew he would have to hold it until his place, or at least try to.  They left the theater and started walking down the streets.  “Another 40 minutes of walk”, thought Jacob.  “I can’t wait for part 2 tomorrow!” commented Sam.  “Yeah, well I can’t wait to pee!” added Jacob.  “I can tell! You look all tense!”  “Yeah, that was the “big gulp” drink. 2 liters of diuretic soda! What was I thinking?”  “You were thinking the same thing that I was thinking, Jake. You were thinking that their popcorn was way too salty, that you needed to wash it down and that tomorrow, you’re taking the sweet one.”  “Well don’t YOU need a piss? You’ve drank as much as I have!”  “Of course I need a piss, man. But watcha gonna do? No point complaining. The sooner we’re back at your place, the sooner we can pee and forget about it!”  “I guess you’re right.”  Both friends started walking, both being quite tense. It was obvious, though, that Jacob was feeling worse than his friends. 15 minutes into their 40 minutes walk, he was already taking small, mincing steps and bending slightly forward, clearly unwilling to take bigger steps.  Little by little, thought, Sam was starting to feel the same discomfort as his friend. The 2 liters “big gulp” cup of soda was truly filling his bladder and he was starting to dance around a bit.  For a little while, both friends managed to try and think about something else. Mostly, they talked about the two girls they had in mind. Incidentally, the girls they were after were both best friends, just like Jacob and Sam. Jacob had the cute Linda in his sight while Sam had Sarah in mind. Sam mentioned how the girls might not be interested, as they had “chickened out” that night.  “They didn’t just “chicken out!”, dude, they had their yoga class tonight! Oooohhhh damnit!”  Sam turned to watch his friend who had stopped in his tracks, a few steps behind him. Jacob seemed unable to take another step. He was furiously fidgeting, jumping from one foot to the next while grabbing his crotch.  Sam was no better. His thighs were pressed strongly against one-another. He had not realized that his own hands had reached for his crotch and that he was also grabbing himself. Only upon seeing his friend squirming did he realize that he was giving a show himself.  “Dude! I’m not going to make it! The park is right passed this corner! Let’s make a run for it and piss behind a tree!” Jacob suggested. “What, and become a sex offender? Fuck that, man! I’d rather piss myself! Do you want to spend a couple of months getting raped in the county jail and then go door to door to explain to people that you are a perverted freak? It’s not worth it!”  “Man, did you hear me? I’m going to wet my freakin’ pants!”  “So wet them, then! It’s better than the alternative!”  “No way I’m pissing myself man!” Jacob protested.  “Well then, keep walking. Things won’t get better with you just standing there!” Sam commented.  “I guess you’re right again!” Jacob grumbled before struggling to start walking again.  For the next few minutes, Both guys were complaining more and more loudly about the state of their bladders while cautiously walking.  “Man, I need to pee sooooooo bad!” Jacob commented.  “I know, man, I know! Me too! Just keep walking! We’re more than half-way there!”  “Sam! Seriously man, I’m not going to make it!”  While it was clear that Jacob was near the bursting point, Sam did not feel much better. He was already doing quite an intense pee-pee dance.  “Hey guys!” a familiar voice called them from a distance. In the dark, the could not recognize the two figures moving toward them but Jacob pointed:  “Shit man! I think it’s Linda and Sarah!”  “Damn it! Are you sure?”  “Yeah… I think so. I recognized her voice!”  “They couldn’t have chosen a worse time!” Sam commented.  While the two female figures were getting nearer, both men tried to act relaxed, or at least as relaxed as they could manage. They were not very convincing and knew so. Still, in the presence of the two ladies they were after, they could not dance around. This forced relaxed stance made it even harder for them to hold their overfilled bladders.  “Oh, hey you guys, what’s up?” Sam tried to say, nonchalantly. He was acting tense, Jacob thought. They two girls would see right through their act.  “Not much. Just back from yoga class. About to go to Linda’s place. She doesn’t live very far. How was the movie?”  “It was great!” tried to comment Jacob, realizing only afterward that he sounded even more anxious than Sam.  “Are you guys ok? You look SUPER nervous!” Linda had said that.  “Yeah… you’re fidgeting and all. Are you high or something?” Sarah almost had a disappointed tone in her voice.  Jake knew that, for the health-conscious, yoga-practicing, exercising young ladies, the idea that the guys dating them were taking drugs would be a deal-breaker.  In spite of his humiliation, he decided to go for the truth. “Honesty is the best policy”, as the saying went.  “All right guys”, Jacob started saying. “Here’s the deal. Don’t make fun of us. We both had a very large soda each at the movie, and neither of us went to the bathroom. We’re basically bursting to pee right now!”  Both girls laughed.  “Well that’s just natural then!” added Sarah. “No worries. Linda’s house is only a couple of blocks away. We were just headed there. Follow us and we’ll take care of your bladders!” she had a smile in her voice.  In other circumstances, Jacob and Sam would be delighted to be in the girls’ company, especially when their skin-tight yoga pants were molding their feminine curves under the street lamps.  But at the moment, their full bladders and the need to relieve them was all that mattered.  They were quickly there. Linda rented a house with a front and a back-yard.  “I wonder which one of you can hold it the longest?” Sarah asked with some mischief in her voice.  “Yeah… I’m wondering that too, now that you’ve said it!”  Sam’s voice was almost pleading:  “Come on, guys! Now is no time for jokes! We’re both dying to pee here!”  “Yeah… you both seem pretty damn desperate! But come on! Don’t you guys want to be our knights in shining armor? Can’t you just hold a little wee-wee for a while? Are you grown-ups or what?” Sarah added. A sadistic one, Sam thought. He would not have taken her for such a cruel trickster.  “Tell you what, guys. Let’s make this a double date, with a twist. You both wanted to be with us, right?”  Both guys looked at each-other anxiously before nodding to the two women. Now was no time to argue.  “Well since we’re heading this way, let’s do the following: Tonight, the winner will get to see the girl he’s after naked! What do you think, Linda?”  Deal!”  “And the loser?” Jacob asked nervously. He was now doing an open pee-pee dance. He no longer cared about his personal image. Both girls already knew their predicament. Besides, his best friend and now competitor for the night was doing the same in a desperate attempt to stay dry.  “A consolation prize! Since he’s going to wet himself anyway, the other girl will get to see HIM naked! Almost as good!”  “All right…” both guys sighed.  “Awesome!”  For the next few minutes, both guys squirmed, fidgeted and danced around, squeezing their thighs shut, crossing and uncrossing their legs and grabbing themselves best they could. Their moans and complains were the only sound in the back-yard. Both yoga girls sat and watched eagerly this spectacle without saying a word.  After what felt like an eternity, Jacob let out a louder complain:  “Oh noooo….”  “Oh… looks like we have a winner!” Linda said, seeming almost disappointed that her “champion” had lost.  “Did you pee yourself Jake” Sarah asked.  “Only a few drops!”  “Well then, that doesn’t count!” retorted Linda. “Let’s give it some more time.”  Jacob was clearly at the end of his rope. He already had lost control somewhat. He only knew it would only be a matter of time before he wet himself completely. Inside his body, he could feel his muscles starting to relax against his will. He was slowly losing this battle and had to exert an ever more conscious control to avoid another leak. Another few minutes and a longer drop of pee escaped his exhausted, pained bladder. Defeated, he pointed to it. Clearly, Sam was more able to handle the pressure. He hadn’t needed to pee as bad as Jacob upon exiting the theater.  He pointed to his new loss.  Both girls applauded a bit.  “How much did you pee?” Sarah asked.  “Let us see your pants!” said Linda.  Both girls turned on the light on their phones and Jacob reluctantly removed his hands to display what was a small but quite obvious dark spot on the front of his blue jeans.  “Well then, let’s keep the show going for a bit longer!” Linda added. “I’m sure you can try and hold the rest in for a while longer, Jake.”  “I’ll try, Linda!” Jacob answered without much conviction.  In fact, he was certain that his little spurts of pee would only get bigger and bigger until he actually flooded his pants. His bladder had tasted relief and, just like a shark tasting blood, it was screaming for more.  A couple more minutes passed with the girls now openly discussing the guys’ condition and making fun of their little dances, before another urge took over Jacob.  This time, just like before, it was too much for him to handle.  Upon feeling this urge, all his levees broke. His bladder emptied itself in his pants for several seconds before he could finally manage to take back control of his body.  By then it was too late. The entire front of his pants was soaked and the large dark spot was growing along his legs. Both girls laughed at him while his friend looked even more nervous. Sam probably wanted to do just the same thing, he thought.  Finally, since he had clearly lost, Jacob let go. He resigned himself to emptying his bladder entirely inside his pants. He was already soaked and humiliated. He might as well have an empty bladder. It wasn’t as if his situation could get worse.  Humbled, his head low, Jacob let a puddle of water form at his feet. He had just pissed himself in front of the girl he liked, her best friend and HIS own best friend.  “Well, a word’s a word”, said Sarah. She grabbed one of Sam’s hand and started dragging him toward the house.  “Come on desperate boy! Let’s go to the bathroom! You can watch me strip while you stand in the shower, you know, just in case!”  “Wait!” Sam protested as he was being carried away. “Don’t I get to pee?”  “No one said anything about that, Sam!” Linda joked to the man who was leaving their side.  So Sam would have to stay desperate to pee while he was watching Sarah strip? These women definitely had a wicked sense of humor, Jacob thought.  Linda finally stood up from the step where she had been sitting and walked toward Jacob. She was grinning from ear to ear.  “Well, I’m sorry you had to see that Lin. But that’s what you and Sarah wanted, wasn’t it?”  “It was indeed, Jake! Well I’m not sorry I saw it. Can I confess something?”  She had taken another step toward him She was now right next to him, only separated by a small space, probably to avoid his soaked pants, Jacob thought. If she could just press her body against his, she probably would, Jacob thought.  “Sure...” Jacob was a bit more hesitant and shy than he would normally be around a pretty girl he liked. But who wouldn’t be, standing in a puddle wearing soaked pants they had just peed inside?  “I think you looked kinda cute doing your little pee-pee dance, earlier. And your face, when you lost control, well, you just looked ADORABLE!”  In spite of the faint light, Jacob could tell that the lady was blushing. It had clearly cost her to confess that.  He decided to take his chance and steal a kiss. She gladly returned it.  “You wanna watch The Two Towers with us tomorrow evening? You and Sarah could join me and Sam.”  “Only if you promise to get another huge cup of soda… and not visit the bathroom, cute boy!” she joked before kissing him again.  “All right… but you’ll have to do the same then!” They kissed again and Linda whispered: “maybe”.  “Tell you what, Jake. When they are both gone, I wanna collect my prize. You can use a good shower, we need to get you out of these clothes, and I will be here to watch.”  She then added:  “Who knows? Maybe you won’t be the only ones stripping around here?” she teased before planting another kiss on his lips.  Feeling like Heaven, Jacob thanked the guy at the concession stand, Peter Jackson and his bladder for the night that was starting. It had only taken a peeing accident!
Greetings everyone! I've been on and off this site for the last couple years, mainly just for story writing purposes. I've had new ideas and passions coming and going, not to mention some serious writers block, moving states, and having my old laptop die on me. I've settled, bought a new one, and have been writing for NanoWimo this month. The story I was working on just didn't have the flow I wanted to and to see if I could jog anything, I went reading through some of my older work. Master and Servant was one of the longest stories I'd ever written and I about punched myself when I realized how long I'd left it, and the way I'd left it unfinished. I've been thinking it over for a few days, and I realized that I really want to give it a proper ending. There are things I would change and do differently, so I decided the only fair thing to do was to give it another try and re-write it. Let me know what you guys think, I want to hear feedback and ideas to help grow and change as a writer...especially one who indulges a pissing fetish ? Hope you guys enjoy! The first chapter is a long one, reader beware!  Ch. 1: Let the Games Begin Hermione Granger could pinpoint the exact date and time when her little habit had formed. She was eleven years old, the second Tuesday of November that year. On Halloween she’d been trapped in the girl’s loo and nearly had her head taken off by a troll. Since then, she found that every time she tried to use one of the girl’s toilets, her heart began to pound in her chest and her bladder quiver in her belly. She would rather, and many times nearly did, release its contents right outside the door than go inside. The fear she had was terrible, making her feel cold, clammy, and sick every time she so much as thought as going to the ladies’ room. It led to hours of agony, holding her water in her belly until it ached, only letting her pee flow when she was safe inside her dorm at Gryffindor Tower. Many times, she’d barely made it there, but letting all she held inside always felt so, so good. She would sit there on the porcelain throne, or stand in front with her legs spread wide the times she was a little too late, and her urine would spray from her like a waterfall. The agony would end, replaced with a euphoria so great she would moan and tremble. Oddly enough, she preferred it the times where her need was just a little too desperate. When her belly would throb, and her pee would spurt into her panties before she was even in her dorm, sending tendrils of urine down her thighs as she hurried up the stairs to her place of salvation. The times where she had her hands between her legs, skirt soaking up the constant bursts of wet heat from between her legs as she opened the bathroom door. What choice did she have but to let go right there in front of the toilet? She would moan as her pee soaked her panties, her skirt, her socks and shoes…the puddle would be so massive that the only thing that saved her from utter humiliation was her ability to perform advanced cleaning spells. As the days since the troll attack wore on, the number of accidents she had in front of the toilet grew. She liked it more, she admitted secretly to herself, to feel the pee burst uncontrollably down her legs. Once, she’d held it far too long and had an absolutely glorious pee right in the corridor on the second floor near the library. Another time, when the toilet had been occupied and she was already bursting, she crawled into bed and pissed the blankets until the were sopping. She laid there, panting in the wetness, realizing how badly she liked it. It gave her such pleasure to pee herself, made her girlhood tingle in ways she never had felt before. And, being a witch of inquisitive mind, she endeavored to explore these new pleasures. She let her experiments move from the privacy of the bathroom, or her bed, and out into the castle. Over the years, she learned her limits and pushed them, holding for hours until she burst. She learned places in the castle, or on the grounds, where she could pee unseen. That was always her favorite, to pee in the open. The fantasy that someone could happen upon her, even though she took precautions against it, gave her more pleasure than when she first discovered she liked to wet her knickers. She learned, as all teenage girls do, the best ways to give her body the pleasure it craved. She noticed that craving enhance greatly as her bladder filled, and it opened up new avenues for wetting and for pleasure. However, the last thing she ever expected was to be discovered. ***** Draco Malfoy had never paid Hermione Granger much mind. She was Mudblood, of little consequence. But, one day after Halloween their first year, he noticed something peculiar about the girl. They were in History of Magic, where minds tended to wander, and students fell asleep. His father would never allow the latter, but a wandering mind was something he just could not help in such a dull subject. He was thinking on its dullness when movement caught his eye. Granger was two rows up, at the corner desk, and she couldn’t sit still. It always gave Draco a secret, naughty, thrill of pleasure to see his classmates squirm the way Hermione Granger was squirming. He knew immediately what it was for and why, and always secretly wished to see a golden puddle form under their chairs. The girl had his full attention for the rest of the lesson. The way she tapped her feet, wiggled her hips, and crossed her legs. It was a perfect potty dance going unnoticed by anyone but him. She clearly had to go quite badly, he realized with a thrill, as by the end of the lesson she was holding herself and rocking in her seat. Why she didn’t just raise her hand to be excused was beyond him. Binns never cared if students asked. In fact, students often asked to use the toilet and just never came back. But then, Draco realized that he’d never seen her ask to use the toilet. She was such a little know-it-all that she’d never waste precious class time with something as inane as emptying her bladder. At least, that was what he assumed. Class ended with her dry, much to Draco’s displeasure and he left with his friends to his next class, one he shared with the Ravenclaws. He supposed Hermione would rush to the toilet, barely making it in time to pull her knickers down even though it was just across the hall. Maybe they would even be a little wet by the time she did. He found his thoughts drifting back to her potty dance throughout the day, feeling a nagging itch he didn’t quite know how to answer. He never imagined that by dinner, the squirming girl would catch his attention again. He almost missed his mouth with his fork when he spotted her across the Great Hall. She was pale, a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead, her whole body tight and trembling. There was no way she was still holding it all in, there couldn’t be. It had been hours since History of Magic, and she’d been about to burst. And yet, there she was, shaking with obvious need. How her friends or anyone else in the room wasn’t noticing was beyond him. He had to get a closer look, and tormenting Potter and Weasley would provide the perfect opportunity. He glanced at the Teacher’s Table, grinning to see them occupied in some discussion, and got up from his dinner to saunter over to the Gryffindor Table. “Well, well, well,” he drawled “Potter. Congratulations on defeating a Mountain Troll. I have to wonder, what were you doing in a Girls’ Loo to fight it? Already turning into a peeper, are you?” Harry and Ron both went red with embarrassment and anger, immediately firing off their mouths with blundering threats of physical abuse. He cared little for their tirade, he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. And oh, what a treat. She was absolutely busting, legs tightly crossed and holding herself discretely under her skirt, her robe hiding the action. He could see it though, because he was looking for it. She was rocking back and forth, subtly and watching the argument with increasing worry. Was she worried, he wondered, that her friends would be in trouble or was it that she was about to pee her panties right there at the table? He smirked, and drawled more careless insults, lengthening her agony. Her fidgeting increased, rocking fast and uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She bent forward a little, and he noticed how much paler she’d gotten. He’d have gone on at length, insulting Harry’s dead mother and Ron’s fat one, except that Professor McGonagall had started in their direction. He wrapped it up and continued off, disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to see Hermione lose it. He left the Great Hall, intending on heading to the library so he could finish up a little homework without Crabbe and Goyle pestering him. He didn’t see Hermione leave just behind him, but he did hear a horrified gasp in the corridor as headed toward the staircase. Being tucked behind a stone wall, he peeked back behind him to see its cause. It was Christmas! Hermione Granger was standing in the middle of the empty corridor, hands between her legs and frozen stiff. His stomach did excited backflips as he watched her tremble. “Oh no…! Oh no oh no…” she whimpered, dancing back and forth on the red carpet. Her thighs pressed together, hands clenching tight between her legs. Draco felt his face flush, cold shivers trembling through him as he watched. She was going to do it. She was actually going to have an accident. “Ah…ah..!” Hermione gasped, looking down in horror as her legs snapped apart, putting an end to her dance. Pssssssssssssstt….! Her water thundered in the corridor, spraying so hard into the carpet that it bounced back and splashed onto her shoes. “Aaaahhh….” Hermione sighed as she flooded the hall, her skirt and the carpet darkening as her thick golden stream only continued to flow. How could one person, one little girl, possibly hold so much liquid inside her? Either way, Draco loved the look on her face. She liked it, she really liked it. It felt good to let all that pee out…It must have been over two minutes that she emptied herself when the torrent turned into a little trickle and then stopped. Hermione trembled on weak knees, pulling her wand out to clean her lake and her skirt. She sighed, looking all around before heading forward toward the stairs. That was strange to him. What normal girl holds her bladder all day long until she’s bursting, has the biggest accident in the universe in the middle of the hall, and just shrugs it off? He had assumed she would have at least started to cry. Either way, Hermione Granger had marked herself as interesting, and he decided to pay her some special attention. He wasn’t left disappointed over the next week. He watched her closely, and she never once went to the toilets during the day. She would drink at all her meals and spend the day fidgeting and holding until she was bursting. He never saw her wet again that week, but he had put together at the very least the only place she peed was in the Gryffindor Tower. She would always go there directly when she found her limit. It became an obsession to him, over the years, watching her most secret moments. He followed her around the castle and the grounds, whenever she ducked into her hidden places. From abandoned halls and classes, quiet courtyards on the grounds, she would always piss the ocean that had been held up inside her. She never, ever went to the toilet. It led to two conclusions, the first being that Hermione Granger did this on purpose. She liked to wet herself, and around thirteen the fact she’d started to pleasure herself after or during her wets made that conclusion obvious. The second was that Draco himself took no higher pleasure than watching her displays. How perverse on both accounts, he mused as he filled a Pocket Pensive he’d purchased over the summer before 4th year with his memories of her pleasured wettings. With the thrill of the World Cup passing, it was the thought of the coming year that made him giddy. Hermione had wet herself running from the Death Eaters, he was almost certain. When Harry and his friends had rushed into the clearing he’d been waiting in. He’d sassed them, watching how Hermione danced in the background, then doubled over. They never noticed how pee sprayed down against the ground, they were too angry at him or horrified at the treatment of muggles. But he’d seen. And better, Hermione’s eyes had locked with his when it happened. She knew he’d seen. He had something on her, and he knew what he wanted to do with it. All he needed was to catch her one more time, and he knew just how to do it. **** Admittedly, Hermione was worried Draco would have laughed at her right there in the clearing, pointing out her accident to her friends. The fact he hadn’t made her increasingly worried. There was no way he hadn’t noticed. He’d stared right at her as she soaked her jeans. It hadn’t been her intention to wet like that, but the Death Eaters had attacked right before she could slip into the woods and soak herself in private. It wasn’t her fault, or Draco’s really, that he’d seen her. Still, going into the next year with knowing he’d seen her and nothing to resolve it made her uneasy. But what was she to do? It’s not like she could confront him and ask him not to tell anyone she’d wet her pants. She saw him at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters boarding the train with his friends. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, and Theodore Nott were all in a group and chatting. They all leered at Harry as they walked by, but none looked at her. None except Draco. Heat tinted her cheeks and she looked away. He definitely had seen, but he hadn’t shared it with his friends. Why? Something so embarrassing would be fuel for the other Slytherins, and even the fussier Ravenclaws who hated her for her high grades. He had no issue tormenting Harry all last year for only fainting when Dementors came near. The whole of Slytherin house at the very least should have been laughing at her by now. They found their compartments on the train and Hermione felt a surge of need pulse in her bladder. Oh no she thought, already sitting next to the window as the train gave a loud horn blow, signaling its departure. She’d planned to empty her bladder before they got on the train, there were so many little hide aways in Kings Cross to do it. But she’d been caught up in conversation and then caught up in her anxieties when she saw Malfoy. There’d been no time for her to sneak back off the train and hide behind the information booth for the Hogwarts Express. She could have let loose there and got back on the train with no one the wiser… Her bladder throbbed again and she shifted in her seat. She couldn’t outright hold herself and dance like she needed to as her full bladder continued to give her signals. She, Harry, and Ron were all talking seriously about the Dark Mark and the show of Death Eaters at the World Cup. Harry admitted he’d been having nightmares and pains in his scar. This was no time for her bladder to be begging for relief. She suggested Harry write to Sirius, if only to ease his worries and give him something to do while she trembled with need. It was so bad…she had to go so bad. As Harry pulled out pen and parchment, a sudden burst of heat warmed her panties. Hermione bit her lower lip, pressing her thighs together, but with everyone in the room it was all she could do to hold the flood back. It wasn’t quite enough. Another burst of pee bloomed in her knickers again, then another, and another, and another. Her thighs were wet and she felt the seat cushion she was sitting on grow wet. Thankfully, she’d had the sense to pull her skirt out from under her when she felt her needs grow urgent. It was soaking her liquid well, but it wouldn’t hold it all. If she fully lost control, everything would run down the front of the bench and puddle on the floor. Ron and Harry would see, they’d know…She bit the inside of her cheek as another trickle of pee soaked into the seat. She had to get up and find somewhere on the train, and now. “I’ll be right back” Hermione said, not giving a reason but her company didn’t much mind. She set her newspaper on her seat, hiding the stain there, and headed out of the compartment. She dared to give herself a little squeeze once she was alone. The only place that came to mind was the baggage car, they were closer than the toilets were. She hurried down to the end of the train, paling as she felt more spurts of pee warm her wet panties, trickles running down her legs. She hoped she was moving too fast through the students going from compartment to compartment, visiting this friend and that, for anyone else to notice. By the time she had shut herself in the baggage car, she was leaking constantly. “Oh my God, oh my God…!” she squealed, her hand buried in her skirt, wetness soaking through it and wetting her hand. “My, my, my,” Drawled an all too familiar voice. Shock and panic made her moans of need die in her throat. She even stopped wetting for a moment. Draco Malfoy was sitting on top of the first group of trunks, grinning from ear to ear. “M-Malfoy, what are you…?! Ah..Oh..!” she questioned, legs quivering as her bladder throbbed, another stream dribbling out. She crossed her legs, both hands clenching into her girlhood to stop the flow. “Looks like someone really needs a wee,” Draco smirked, “why don’t you just do what you did at the World Cup? You needed a wee then, too.” “N-no I can’t…What’re you doing in here, I…Aah..haaa….oh Merlin…” Hermione was doing her best to avoid the inevitable, but another burst a pee soaked down her legs, sprinkling onto the metal floor below her. Draco’s grin got even wider. “Looks like you can, and you’re already doing it,” he smirked, “Why don’t you let it all out, hm? It’ll feel so good…Doesn’t it always just feel so good, Granger?” How did he know? Why did he know? What was going on? She could hardly string two thoughts together while her bladder burned in her belly and her heart pounded with anxiety in her chest. She couldn’t pee in front of Draco Malfoy! She just couldn’t! But…oh she couldn’t help it anymore. Her bladder was so past its limit, and every little dribble felt so good like he said… “Aah…ahh..! I can’t…I can’t hold it!” she cried out,  gasping with shock and shame as a strong torrent of pee burst into her skirt, splashing loudly onto the metal. “Oh no!” she cried again when another burst through her fingers, then another. She was peeing right there, in front of Malfoy and pleasure was still coiling in her belly. He smirked wider and she completely lost it with a cry, a wave of pleasure crashing through her as a full gush of pee released. It was hot and fast and her muscles felt like jelly, unable to clench against the flood. Psssshhhh…! The sound echoed loudly as her pee splashed against the metal, puddling around her. “Aah…haa….ahhhhhh…” she gasped, gulping air as she sighed with relief. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to watch the grin Draco eyed her with. Her release felt too good to worry with him for the moment. Minutes past and she still released her water until only a trickle  remained. For long moments more, the only sound between them was a soft dripping from her soaked panties and skirt into the massive puddle she made. Draco adjusted his pants and jumped down off the trunks, giddy as he splashed into the puddle below. The sound made Hermione jump. She looked at him with wide, almost frightened eyes. “Looks like that felt real good, Granger,” he smirked, “you like wetting your knickers, don’t you?” “I…” she started, the haze of relief fading from her eyes, replaced with a narrowed look, gulping a touch, “Look…I didn’t mean…I really had to go…The toilets had a line, and…” “Oh spare me,” Draco scoffed, cutting her off “you’ve been holding it till you burst since first year. You never piss in the loo like a normal person. You find places you think you’re alone and flood the place.” Hermione’s jaw nearly joined her puddle on the floor. “How do you..? How could you possibly…!?” “You were never alone as you thought you were,” he smirked “I’ve been watching the whole time.” “You…you sick pervert!” she snapped, snarling as her hand went to her wand. “Now, now,” he said, pulling his own faster, “there’s no need for that. I’m not going to tell anyone.” “Why?” she demanded, wand still in hand. “I want to play a little game,” he said “and I think you’d like to play too.” “And why’s that?” she growled. “Because you like to pee yourself, and I like to watch,” he grinned “I’m not going to let you watch me pee!” she snapped “I’ve been watching,” he said “and if you won’t play along, I’ll let everyone know.” “You fucking—” “Oh, such language from Little Miss Perfect,” he laughed “Shut up!” she snapped, sparks flying out of her wand. Draco flicked his own, his disarming spell finding its mark since she was so enraged. “Listen here,” he said “I have a whole Pensive of memories of you pissing your panties and diddling off in the wet. If you don’t agree, everyone will see it and think you’re the sick pervert. Do you understand?” “Blackmailing little shit,” she growled, hands balling at her sides. He just chuckled, not caring at all. “So,” he continued, “I want to play a little game…lets call it Master and Servant.” “If you think for one minute I’m going to serve you like some maid, you’ve got another thing coming!” she snapped “Oh please, I have house elves for that,” he said, noting her enraged expression with pleasure, “No, no…but I’m going to be the master of your bladder. I want you to come and get me if you need a wee, and you’ll only get to go if I say so. If not, or if you have an accident, you’re in for a punishment. How’s that sound?” “That sounds terrible! You sick pervert, I’ll never agree to this!” “Well, obviously I’d want you to agree,” he mused “but if you don’t I have the blackmail. Either way I get what I want. But before you get too angry, think it over. You like pissing yourself. You love it, I’d dare to say. And I like to watch you do it. How many guys do you think are gonna be into that? Most people would think that’s perfectly disgusting.” Hermione scowled, crossing her arms. She hated that he had a point. And she had, very secretly, wished someone would watch her. Take pleasure in her pleasure, watching her pee. Maybe even let her sit on a lap as her bladder burst…She swallowed the sour taste in her mouth. “So,” she said tersely “you’re saying that if I do as you ask, you won’t tell anyone I wet myself?” “No indeed,” he smiled, “I’d rather let this play out for as long as I’m interested.” “And when you’re bored?” she asked “Well, if you play along nicely, I may not tell everyone you’re filthy girl that likes to piss her knickers,” he smiled wickedly. Hermione huffed, considering her options. She didn’t have many. She was a wet mess, caught in her own puddle by none other than one of the nastiest brats Hogwarts held within its castle walls. And yet…she found his offer strangely appealing. “You swear you won’t say anything if I play along?” she asked “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he grinned. Hermione’s scowl grew, her foot tapping impatiently in her puddle as she mulled it over. “I want some conditions,” she said, making Draco grin wider. “Like what?” “I don’t want to wet where others will see it,” she said, “you can see, but that’s it.” “Fine,” he agreed, “anything else?” “I’m not going to do anything…sexual as a punishment,” she said, heat tinting her cheeks. “Ugh,” Draco scoffed “no, you misunderstand. I still hate you. I still think you’re disgusting Mudblood. I’d never touch you or have any type of feelings. I just like watching you piss.” “Good,” Hermione said coolly, “that was going to be my third condition.” Draco had to laugh at her gumption, hands going into his pockets. She really was something, standing there in a puddle with pissed panties and a wet skirt, so defiant. It was part of the reason she was so very interesting. “So, you agree?” he asked triumphantly. “I agree,” she said with an irritated huff, “but you better not go back on your word or I’ll hex you so hard you’ll have to eat through a straw for the rest of your life!” He laughed again, such a fierce little thing! He liked this situation very much. “Now, now, that’s no way to talk to your Master…” “If you think I’m gonna call you that—” “I do, and you will, or Draco, or else you’re gonna get punished.” She scowled. “Fine, Draco…” she growled, “if you’re through, I’m going back to my compartment.” “Dripping wet?” he smirked, making her blush. Before she could retrieve her wand from where his spell had flung it, he cast his own cleaning charms. Her panties warmed and dried between her legs, her socks and skirt as well. The puddle followed next and it was like it never happened. “There, now you can’t say I’m not a nice master, can you?” he teased, moving to grab her wand for her. She snatched from his hand and turned heel, her bushy hair smacking him in the face. “One more thing” he said before she opened the door, “make sure you order a fizzy pumpkin juice from the trolley, and drink at least four goblets at dinner. Don’t pee before you go to bed, and meet me on the fourth floor, the unused classroom near the Charms classroom. You know the one, you piss in there when you’ve overheld it.” “Fine!” she snapped, reddening when he mentioned a favorite wetting spot of hers. The knowledge unnerved her, adding fact to the story he told. She stormed out of the baggage car, fuming with anger. Draco was left chuckling at his own brilliant idea and took a long moment to reward himself with a little pleasure, fueling it with her most recent release.
Hello hello my friends! Sorry for the long wait, but I do tend to take my time with my writing. This chapter turned out pretty long! Hermione didn't exactly play the way I thought she would, and its really fun seeing how the characters will take direction. Let me know what you think! And as always, if there's any suggestions or anything you think would be fun to add to the story, let me know! I'll work in what I can. Enjoy the chapter!  Ch. 2: A Puddle in the Fire Hermione went back to her car, fuming angrily. Draco Malfoy was the lowest scum on the face of the planet. And yet…his offer made her stomach flip and flutter in a most pleasant way. It did nothing except add to her irritation of course. Still, she couldn’t say that his demands and the game that would ensue wouldn’t be interesting. She’d composed herself by the time she returned to her seat, making a slight face when she sat in the cold evidence of her previous leaking. Harry and Ron were finishing up their summer homework and didn’t notice. She scolded them half heartedly for waiting too long to finish, but then helped them through like she did every year. They were discussing Snape’s potions essay when the Trolley Witch came by and Hermione flushed a little, thinking of Draco’s demands. A fizzing pumpkin juice, and all those goblets at dinner…She’d be squirming late into the night. She ordered her drink and sipped it, realizing Draco never did specify when to meet. He said not to pee before she went to bed…surely he didn’t mean for her to hold all that all night? It was simply impossible. For one, her bladder couldn’t hold all that for so long. And for two, her bed had become something of a place of emergency relief. If she couldn’t get into the toilet, and she’d be well into leaking in most cases, she would rush to her bed and relieve herself in the covers. If she really had to go and she was in bed, her body would just let it happen. The few times she’d tried to go to bed with a full bladder, she woke up the next morning in wet sheets. As she finished her pumpkin juice, she realized with a turn of embarrassment that she’d have to find Draco and explain this in order to avoid a punishment. “What’s wrong?” Harry asked, noticing her blushing and troubled expression. “What? Oh its nothing Harry…I was just second guessing some of my answers on our Charms homework…see if you invert the wand movement while pronouncing the vowels, the spell is actually cast stronger, but that’s not how its written in the text book so---” “Don’t worry about it,” Ron said offhandedly “Flitwick doesn’t care about that kinda stuff. He’ll probably just give you extra credit again.” “I hope so,” Hermione said, feigning worry. It was nice that Harry was observant about her emotions and Ron would jump to try and comfort her, but she wished they’d be just a little less astute for once when it came to her. If either of them found out that she liked to pee…Merlin, she wouldn’t know what to do about that. She shook the thought from her mind and helped the boys finish their work until they arrived at school. It had been only a couple hours since the she’d drank the pumpkin juice, but already it was making itself known in her bladder. They long walk to the horseless carriages and the bumpy ride that followed did little to help matters. She wasn’t sure if it was nerves or her muscles being worn from her previous hold, but by the time they were seated in the Great Hall, she was already a little bit fidgety. And she still had four goblets to drink… **** Draco spent his train ride in smug satisfaction, belittling Crabbe and Goyle for their poor attempts at their summer work. He helped them all the same, but he made sure they knew how dumb they were and how they would be failing right out of the institution without him. All they could do was agree and thank him in their dull, thudding voices. It was easy enough to help them and think about the upcoming year. Yes, the Triwizard Tournament his father told him about would be entertaining enough, but more than that he was looking forward to playing with his new toy. He wondered if she’d listened, if she’d had her juice already. He wondered if she could already feel it swirling in her bladder, or if a girl with her holding abilities would even feel one drink by then. He got his answer in the Great Hall, eyes drifting magnetically to the Gryffindor Table. He smirked. She was nervous, he could see it on her face. The way her eyes shifted, how she nibbled her lip, the fake conversations with her friends she was managing. And, oh, there it was! She was wiggling from left to right, just a little. Draco grinned, enjoying his meal with his show across the way. Hermione’s brown eyes found his own, and he grinned further as he watched them widen in surprise. That’s right, Granger…I’m watching you. He thought as he raised his own glass pointedly before taking a sip. The way she blushed made his stomach tighten, but obediently she began to drink. All through dinner, she drank her four goblets, and all through dinner the fidgeting increased. By the time the desserts were cleared, she was bouncing her leg and squirming. It was interesting, he had to admit, he didn’t think she’d be so desperate again so soon. She wouldn’t be able to hold it through the night if she was already like that. Had he misjudged her? He knew she could hold for hours, he’d seen it. A memory of a day last year came to him, clearing the doubt from his mind. Hermione had been fidgeting at breakfast, he recalled. She was already desperate when she came down from the Gryffindor Tower. He watched her through the morning, through lunch, and for the first class after. That class had been Herbology, one that Hermione often wet in when she could find a private moment, which came often during their workshopping time. After all, with the soil and watering tins, no one would notice a puddle on the ground. Draco could tell she barely could wait till they split into their work groups. She had been crossing her legs and discretely holding herself through the theory. Twice she’d gone very still and pulled her skirt aside. Twice he saw liquid drip down her stool and onto the floor, the second much more than the first. By the time Sprout had given them permission to set up, she was shaking in her seat. She offered immediately to get soil for her group and hurried to the back of the greenhouse. Draco, of course, elected to participate in the same chore. He watched her go right past the soil bins, to a large collection of potted plants with her wand already in hand. She didn’t even spread her legs or groan the way he knew she liked, but he heard the violent rush of water as she emptied her bladder down her legs. She sighed deeply when she’d finished, cleaned herself up and went about getting the soil. Draco had almost been disappointed, but he found that by the next few classes, she was fidgety again. By the time she’d finished dinner, she was hurrying off to a corridor near the Great Hall and he got to see another, albeit smaller, puddle on the ground. Perhaps she’d held that first wee for too long, he thought, and the next made her have a little less control. Could that be the trouble now? He grinned, hoping it was indeed. After the Feast had ended, he made his way out of the Great Hall, Hermione in his peripheral vision. She had her eye on him too, almost looking eager. She wanted to speak to him, he realized, and so he caught her eye before walking out. He waited by one of the statues by the staircase and sure enough, Hermione came out not long after. He watched her pause, looking left and right before catching sight of him. She looked left and right again to make sure no one else was around before approaching. “Something the matter?” Draco drawled, smirking. Heat was in her cheeks again and the embarrassed, resentful look on her face was endearing. She scowled, pressing her legs together. “I’ve been considering your demands from earlier,” she said “My orders, you mean” he smiled, correcting her, “go on. What about them?” “They’re impossible,” she said, “I can’t hold it that long, until morning.” “It’s not so much,” Draco said, “Just five drinks. I’ve watched drink twice as much and hold it all day. Unless there’s something else you have to say on the matter, I’m not changing my order.” “Ugh,” she huffed, shifting from foot to foot, “It’s…well…I already have to go.” “So hold it,” he grinned, loving her fussy little potty dance. “I can’t hold it like this all night Mal—Draco,” she said, embarrassment creeping into her tone. “Why not?” he asked, dying to know what it was. She already admitted to having to pee again, so what could be more embarrassing? He had to know. “Because, I’ll wet, I just told you I can’t hold it through the night. And I know you can’t have watched that, you can’t get in our common room!” she was frustrated, annoyed, and embarrassed. Draco felt a rush of excitement at what she was suggesting. “Do you still wet your bed, Miss Granger?” he drawled, “like a little girl?” Oh the look on her face was to die for. A heated blush, her jaw dropping open, and an almost angry sort of embarrassment furrowed her brows. “No! Its not like that, I don’t…I don’t always—” “Oh but you do sometimes?” he chuckled “do you have protective pants, perhaps?” “Oh shut your mouth, no! It’s not like that! I…I’m used to…I go in bed if I can’t get into the toilet okay? If I really need to go and I’m in bed, it just…I just…I can’t help it!” she exclaimed, the embarrassment and anger at having to explain it mounting in her expression. Draco could hardly contain his glee. “So you’re telling me, when you’re at your limit and you can’t find a place to piss yourself, you go up to the Tower…and if that toilet is occupied, and you’re already bursting, you soak your bed?” he smirked. “Yes,” she sighed, shoulders sagging a bit, defeated, “So, you see I can’t help it if I really need to go.” “You wet your bed on purpose.” He said, shaking his head “you kinky little witch.” “For the millionth time, shut up” she grumbled in response, cheeks still dark. “Watch your mouth,” Draco scolded firmly, making her go tense, “I’m considering my options with you. How badly do you have to pee right now? From 1 out of 10 let say, one being not at all.” “A six at least…nearly a seven,” she said slowly, thinking about it, “but…it will get worse quickly.” “And why’s that?” he asked “Because you made me drink all these drinks and I already held a lot…That…what happened in the baggage car was the first time I’d peed all day.” And it had been well into the afternoon, Draco recounted. He smiled. “So before you’re in bed, you’re gonna be bursting,” he concluded. “Right,” she said, shifting from foot to foot again, he could tell she was thinking about how much she needed to pee. “Well, then you’ll need to come get me before hand,” he said with a simple shrug, “After all, those are the basic rules. If you need to have a pee, you need to come to me first.” “But,” she fussed, “but I’ll be in my common room, you’ll be in your common room. It’ll be after hours.” “Merlin you’re such a goody two shoes,” he chuckled, making her scowl. And shift her legs again. Her hands curled into her skirt, not quite holding herself, “I think I have a solution.” “And what is that?” she asked irritably. Draco pulled out a little silk pouch from his robes. “Floo Powder,” he said, handing it to her, “you’ll use it to call me in the Slytherin Common room fire place from your common room after everyone has gone to bed. I’ll wait. I’ll tell you what to do from there.” “Sometimes Gryffindors stay down there until after midnight!” she exclaimed, looking horrified “I won’t be able to hold it that long!” “Then you better find a way to clear your Common room,” he smirked, “I’ll be waiting Granger. Good luck.” She groaned and Draco turned to head down to the Slytherin dorms. This was shaping up to be the best first night back he’d had. **** Hermione could not believe the nerve of him! She headed up the stairs, careful to skip the fake ones. Her bladder was already giving her pleas to be emptied, her nerves weren’t helping matters in the slightest. How was she supposed to make sure everyone was out of the common room before she wet her knickers? Before Draco gave her permission? It wasn’t like she was a prefect or anything. Her only hope was that her dormmates would be too tired from the feast and travel to stay up late and go to bed. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, they were not in such a mood. Fred and George brought snacks and drinks upstairs and everyone was excitedly talking about their summer events. Largely this consisted of the World Cup and the terrifying Death Eater march that followed. Hermione was glad to be away from the conversation, sitting at a corner table with her legs cross and her hand buried between her thighs. It was past eleven and her bladder was throbbing for release. The toilet upstairs was calling to her, though she knew in the state she was in that if she decided to hurry up the stairs she’d end up wetting the carpeting. Or her bed, if she was lucky. At least with the table as a cover and the book she was pretending to read, she could cross her legs, squirm, and hold herself all she wanted without attracting attention. Oh my God…! I have to go…I have to go so bad…She thought, biting her lip against a moan as her bladder sent chills up her body. She moved her hand down her lower stomach, feeling the hard rock of her bladder immediately. Just the slight touch made her gasp and clutch herself again. It’s about to come out..! Go to bed already!!! Hermione sat there, trembling as she tightened her grip on her girlhood, her legs tightly crossed as she rocked in her seat. She was right at her limit, a soft whine escaping her lips. She felt it when her urine began to make its way down her urethra, the first drop of pee tickling her hole and teasing relief. No…! No no no…! Not yet, not yet…! She pressed her fingers tightly into her hole, leaning forward as best she could without adding more pressure on her bladder. The throbbing increased, making her break out in hot and cold sweats. She tightened her muscles against the flood, but that little teasing droplet was having none of it. It escaped, hot and wet against her finger tips. And, of course, it had friends along for the ride. “Ah…oh…mmm…!” she gasped in a whisper, biting her lips and holding her breath as an agonizingly slow trickle of pee pooled in her panties. She wanted to give in. Just to spread her legs a little, shift forward on the seat. There was red carpet underneath her, it wouldn’t make much sound. Everyone was loudly talking about the World Cup, no one was paying her any mind. The table was covering her legs, no one would see. She could just go right there… It would feel so good… At the thought, a sudden burst of pee exploded against her hand. She gasped softly, going rigid as fresh hot sprayed through her fingers and rolled down her legs. She was right, it wasn’t making much sound. She could hardly hear the hiss of liquid escaping over the talking and it thudded quietly into the carpet below. And…and it felt so, so good. She very nearly lost herself to a full accident, but the fear of whatever punishment Draco would have for her made her clamp her muscles tight and stop mid-stream. Not…not yet…She thought, taking a shaky breath. She couldn’t do it yet. But she had to admit, she felt significantly better. She could hold out for a bit longer, after that leak. And Draco never said she couldn’t leak. Another hour past, and her dormmates all started to head to bed, one after another. It was past midnight when Fred and George finally left, and she was aching for that final relief. She stood slowly, knees shaking as her body threatened to release her bladder at the movement alone. It took several long moments with both hands between her legs before she could finally take some baby steps to the fire place. She couldn’t stand before it without dancing, and she hoped that Slytherins had all gone to bed. It was bad enough Draco was going to see this, but she couldn’t bare the thought of anyone else in the Slytherin Common Room seeing her potty dancing in the fire. “S-Slytherin C-Common Room,” she stammered, her need making her voice weak, as she tossed the powder in the flame. She felt a fresh trickle of pee escape when she did, and immediately put that hand back between her legs, bobbing at the knees. “Ohhhh…I have to go, I have to go…!” she squealed, not even noticing when Draco’s face flickered through. “Well well, you’re still battling at nearly 1 am,” Draco chuckled, “I’m proud of you, good job.” “Why…why does that sound…s-so sarcastic…? Jerk….” She gasped, moaning as she danced, legs tangling together around her hands. Draco only laughed. “You really need to go potty don’t you?” he sneered. “Obviously!” she gasped, “Please…oh god its coming…Draco, Draco please!” “Call me Master,” He grinned. “C’mon, I’m serious…ah…its…its trickling out…” “If you call me Master, I’ll let you pee. If you pee before I can say you can pee, you’re in trouble,” he threatened in a chilled tone. Hermione whined, more pee visibly soaking her skirt. “Looks like you’re about to be in trouble,” Draco smirked. “Mmm…! Please….Please…” she groaned, defiant, she didn’t want to say it. But as another stream trickled down her leg, her body moving into a squat to try and stem the flow, she knew she had no choice. “Master,” she moaned, rocking on her heels in her squat, “please can I pee?” “Yes, you can,” Draco said. Did he sound a little breathless? Hermione didn’t care. She pulled her skirt back, exposing her pale purple panties. The center was darkened from her leaking, but it mattered little. A moment later a thick stream of golden liquid arched from the dark, wet fabric and splashed loudly against the stone hearth. “Aaaaah…” Hermione sighed in pleasure, head falling back. It felt good, so good. Much better than her leak at the desk, much better than giving in and wetting there would have. She peed at length, a large puddle spreading out against the stone and into the fire. She heard Draco gasp softly, but couldn’t bother to wonder why. Her stream began to slow to a trickle and then stopped, her panties dripping the extra liquid they couldn’t hold into the wet stone. She trembled, falling back on her rear end with a soft splash. She was too relieved to hold that squat position any longer, her muscles were jelly. “What a view,” Draco sighed, and Hermione could only give a half hearted chuckle. She was splayed before him, legs wide with her skirt up against her belly. Her soaked panties were on full display as she sat in her puddle. “Oh be quiet…” she panted softly, eyes opening slowly to view him. She very nearly smirked beside herself. Even in the fire, she could see how flushed and disheveled he was. Watching her pee turned him on so much. She had that power over him, regardless if she was the “servant” in this sick game he wanted to play. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked, his tone low and almost trembling. Yes, she definitely had that power over him. “Did you?” she countered with an almost lazy sass. He chuckled, to her surprise. “More than you know,” he said softly, an almost embarrassed smile on his lips. She couldn’t stop the giggle coming from her lips. “I’m not the only one who needs to myself up, am I?” she taunted. Was it the fire, or did he blush? Regardless, he recovered quickly. “Not at all,” he said smartly, “You pissed so much your puddle came right through the Floo and all over my marble flooring.” Hermione glanced down at the hearth. The puddle was pretty big, she granted, and it did extend into the fire as well as all over the stone. “That’s…not possible,” she said, but Draco had a smirk all ready for her and he patted his hand into something on his side of the fire place. It splashed. Loudly, like there was a lot there. Hermione could have burst into flame. “You sick idiot!!! Don’t touch it!!!” she snapped, sitting up quickly and tucking her legs under herself as she scrambled for her wand. Draco’s loud laughter echoed through the common room as she spelled the floor clean and dumped water on the flames. She could swear she still heard him laughing even after the fire was out. “What a pervert,” she grumbled, blushing. But still…She couldn’t say she hated it. She couldn’t even say she was annoyed. In the back of her guilty mind, she had enjoyed that every bit as much as she knew Draco did. Her bed was calling to her for another reason, a reason that caused a different type of heat in her belly and a pleasant shiver between her legs. She left her panties wet and hurried upstairs to give herself the new relief her body wanted. If he’s a pervert, she thought as she drew curtains around her bed and put up a silencing charm, then what on Earth does that make me?
Happy Holidays!! I'm glad you guys are enjoying the story so far! I was traveling for the holidays and managed to get this written out. There is a Yule Ball part that I wish I could have gotten to for around the holidays, but with my tendency for slower updates that was definitely not gonna happen lol ^_^" But anyways, here's the next update, enjoy!  Ch. 3: Just Pee Yourself Hermione woke up the next morning quite satisfied. It was early, but she could hear her dormmates getting ready for the day. The bathroom was occupied, she could hear the shower running. It was the first day of a new term, she was usually giddy about the new lessons and classes she’d be taking. And yet, thoughts of the night before drifted through her mind and made her blush. Would it really be so bad to play this game, even if it was with Draco Malfoy? Last night hadn’t been so bad. In fact, it had been nothing short of amazing if she were being honest with herself. She closed her eyes, thinking about how full she’d been the night before. How full, and how good it felt to let everything out. It felt even better knowing there was someone watching, someone who enjoyed what she did as much as herself. Mmm…Thinking about it, I kind of want to pee… Hermione let her hand drift down her belly, massaging gently. She winced, it was tender from all the holding she’d been doing. Pushing herself on the train, and then pushing herself again right after holding so much was a lot for her body. She’d need to take it easy today, and pee when she needed to. Like…maybe right now…She sat up, and her bladder made itself known. There couldn’t be much inside, but she felt it all the same, begging to be released. She pulled up her nightgown, exposing her bare lower half. After she’d pleasured herself in her wet panties, she pulled them off and discarded them to be cleaned later. She spread her legs a little and her body responded without any further prompting.  Psssss... Hermione watched as her pee sprinkled onto the blankets, spreading against the sheets before absorbing into them. Just as she thought, there wasn’t much to let out. The puddle wasn’t very big, but it still felt good to let it go. She rubbed her stomach again, still feeling tender. She’d have to tell Draco… Oh no…I wonder if he’ll be angry that I peed without telling…it was just a little bit, and only because my bladder is so sore… She got up, pulling her blankets over the little puddle she’d made. She got herself up and dressed in her uniform, pulling on a pair of pink panties underneath. Draco wanted to meet in the unused classroom on the fourth floor, by where Charms was always held. He never said not to meet there, so she assumed that’s where she needed to go. She grabbed her things and headed there, hoping Draco would understand her bladder’s needs. **** Draco couldn’t believe how well the night before went. It didn’t take much prompting for Hermione to call him Master. And she had peed so prettily for him…He cleared his throat, pushing the memory away. He’d put it in his pensieve already of course, but he still couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it. He glanced at his watch, hoping Hermione would arrive soon. He had told her to meet him in this unused classroom after all, just because she wet for him the night before didn’t change that order. Just as he was starting to get a little irritated, the door opened. “It’s about time,” he scolded when he saw her bushy hair coming through the door, “its not right to keep your master waiting you know.” “You never said to meet at a specific time,” Hermione said coolly, a looking both defiant and a little embarrassed to see him again. He was pleased with it. “Alright, whatever,” he said, “so, are you ready for your orders today?” “About that…” “Oh come on, you’re not gonna get cold feet after how much fun you had last night,” Draco said with a knowing smirk, “I know you enjoyed it.” “I’m not saying I didn’t,” Hermione said, surprising Draco with her frankness, “But…see…when I woke up this morning…” “What, did you wet the bed?” he smirked, teasing. He’d tease that little nugget of information as much as he could, and he was pleased to see a dark blush spreading over her cheeks. “It’s because my bladder’s worn out…its sore, tender to the touch. I held too much yesterday…” “Hmm…” Draco mused, considering the information he’d been given, “Well, I don’t want you to break. You’re my new toy after all.” “I resent that you know,” Hermione said dryly, and Draco smirked. “Ask me if I care,” he sneered. “You don’t,” she sighed. “I don’t,” he confirmed, putting his hands in his pockets, “but like I said, I don’t want you to break. So, whenever you feel like you have to pee, don’t hold it. Go right then.” “I don’t have to come and get you?” she asked. “Oh, I’ll see it anyway,” he smirked, “think about how many places you’ll be when the urge strikes…” “Wait, you mean…if I have to pee, I just…what if I’m in class?!” “Then your chair is gonna be wet,” he grinned. “I’m not going to just wet myself in class!” she snapped. “Like you’ve never before,” he said, rolling his eyes, “I’ve seen you do it. You know how to get away with it.” Hermione scowled, Draco grinning triumphantly. “So, are you going to obey me or are you going to be punished?” he asked. “I don’t exactly have a choice,” she sighed, “and its not like…I’m against it.” “Of course not,” Draco smirked, “you’re a dirty girl who likes to piss herself.” Watching Hermione scowl with her blushing face was something that was becoming more and more endearing to him. “And you’re the sick freak who likes to watch,” she snapped, crossing her arms. “Your Master, remember? Watch your tone or I’ll punish you for being rude.” “You threaten that,” she challenged, “but what would you do? If you told everyone about this, you wouldn’t be able to watch me pee anymore.” “No,” he grinned, “but I could make you drink until your bladder burst. I could make you piss in front of the entire school. I could put you in nappies…” “You…are so disgusting,” she said, but Draco couldn’t find any depth to it. Her words rejected the idea, but the tone and the look on her face didn’t. She’d love it, he realized. She’d love being so full she thought she’d die. She’d love to stand in front of the whole school and piss herself silly. Maybe she’d even like the nappies, though he doubted she’d ever considered them before. This game would be more fun than he originally planned. “Well,” he smiled, “we better get to breakfast. Oh, and when you pee, make sure not to get your panties wet. If you do, you’ll have to come to me for fresh ones.” “You run around with girls’ panties?” she asked dryly. “No,” he grinned, giving his wand a flick. A burst of magic energy flung Hermione’s skirt up, and his spell duplicated her panties. They piled up on the floor next to her. “Hey!” Hermione protested, pulling her skirt back down angrily, which made Draco laugh. It did nothing to change her mood. She huffed and strode out of the room. “Don’t forget to come get me if you get your panties all wet,” he smirked after her. She slammed the door in response. He had to laugh again. Mudblood or not, Hermione Granger was an interesting girl. **** Hermione walked down the Great Hall, still pink in the cheeks and irritated. Draco Malfoy was a terror, an absolute nightmare! But…still…the idea of just peeing whenever she felt the need…That was a fine idea. And nice and easy on her bladder too. And, to be fair, she’d always thought of doing something like that. She went to breakfast, finding Ron and Harry both upset about their schedules. When she got hers, she realized why. They had many more classes with Slytherin than usual that year. Fantastic Hermione thought, sighing herself, He’ll be in all these classes plus Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes… She glanced over at the Slytherin table where Draco had received his schedule. He was grinning like the cat who got the cream. She sighed and put it away. Transfiguration was first of the day, she had to switch her thoughts to school. It wasn’t something hard for her, the moment she put her mind to it she was already mentally revisiting her summer essay. The instant she sat down for the lesson, she was greedily absorbing the new information. She won twenty points for Gryffindor with her perfect answers during the lesson’s theory, and by the time they’d been set to the task of transforming mice into mirrors, she’d nearly forgotten about her orders. Nearly. She was hard at work at when she felt a little tickle between her legs. It made her freeze in place. She only had one glass of orange juice at breakfast…it shouldn’t have gone through her so quickly. She glanced at the clock, realizing it had been nearly two hours since then. Perhaps it hadn’t been so quick at all. But still, Transfiguration wasn’t normally a class she wet herself in. And its not like she could raise her hand and ask to be excused. She was supposed to pee right when she felt the need, so by all means she should have already been going. But how am I supposed to do that without getting my panties wet in class? I don’t want to have to go to him after only the first lesson… Her bladder gave her a small nudge, reminding her that it wanted to be emptied. It didn’t hurt, and it wasn’t urgent, but it was enough to make her bounce her knee a little. She glanced around the room, checking her surroundings. The spell was a difficult one and everyone was focused on it. Professor McGonagall was walking up and down the rows of desks, inspecting their work. Luckily this was one class where she didn’t share bench with others, they were all at individual desks. Due to Transfiguration being such tricky magic, those desks were spaced far apart from one another, so their spells wouldn’t accidentally mingle. And Professor McGonagall was on the other side of the room. Hermione felt another twinge from between her legs, this one a little more urgent than the last, and her heart hammered in her chest. She…she was going to do it. She was going to go pee. She could hold it if she really wanted to, she knew that, but she was going to pee anyway. In class. Right in the middle of class. Its fine as long as no one sees me, Hermione thought, taking a nervous breath. She glanced around the room again, double checking to make sure it was safe. McGonagall was bent over Neville’s desk, helping him. Harry and Ron were both frowning with frustration over their own mice. Draco was staring right at her. His eyes were drilling holes into her entire being and she looked away sharply, her heart hammering even faster. He knows…he knows exactly what I’m about to do… She had to admit, she didn’t hate it. The excitement mixed with her nervousness and made her bladder all the more antsy to release. She very nearly let it start to come out, but then she remembered her panties were still snug around her bottom. Slowly, she scooted to the very edge of her seat, glancing around again. The movement went unnoticed. She let out another slow, shaky breath and then lifted herself up just a little, so she could slide her panties down. She moved them to her thighs, just barely hidden under the hem of her skirt. She glanced up again, looking around the room. Her eyes caught Draco’s again, his stare making her blush. She looked away, back down at her mice like she was concentrating. She even picked her wand back up. No one would suspect that the brightest witch of her age was slowly and deliberately letting a thin stream of pee dribble out between her legs. She had to keep it slow, barely a trickle really, or else it would make too much noise in the quiet classroom. The first few drops warmed her girlhood, then spread slowly to the edge of the chair. As she let her urine out, it puddled under her butt before dripping softly onto the stone floor beneath her chair. Drip drip drop… Oh no…the dripping is getting louder…I need to finish going quickly… Hermione bit her lips, weighing her options. The dripping was louder in the puddle on the stone, the longer she let her slow stream trickle, the more likely it was that she’d be found out. She didn’t have much left inside to go, if she pushed it out all at once, it would only be loud for quick moment. She spread her legs just a little wider and pushed down on her bladder. Pssssssst…! The hiss wasn’t too loud, but there was enough left to give a respectable stream directly into her little puddle. It splashed, but as Hermione had calculated, not very loudly and not for very long. All in all, her little wetting had only last a little forty-five seconds, and only because she forced it to go slowly at first. She flicked her wand, cleaning the puddle and chair, then slid her panties back up. She shivered, for a moment daring not even to breathe, but then gathered the courage to look up. McGonagall was still helping Neville, her classmates were still hard at work.  Draco was grinning from ear to ear. I…I did it. I peed in the middle of class. No one saw a thing. Hermione felt triumphant in a way, smiling to herself as she went back to the lesson. By the time she was done, she had three little compact mirrors. The rest of the day came easy to her, both the lessons and her orders. That first pee had given her the confidence to do it for the rest of the day. She sipped on water during their lessons and breaks, not bothering to hold her pee if she felt an urge. The second time it happened was on a break, and it was easy enough to slip behind a tapestry and relieve herself on the floor. The third time was in Herbology, and it was easy enough to slide her panties out of the way and tinkle while Professor Sprout was lecturing. She did the same thing under the Gryffindor table at lunch without batting an eye. By the time they got to History of Magic, the last class of the day, she didn’t even feel the urge come upon her. Professor Binns was droning on, half the class was asleep, and Hermione had been diligently taking notes when all of the sudden a warm, wet burst of heat soaked into her panties. Her hand froze, and her legs snapped open as her pee spilled from her panties, soaking the back of her skirt before spattering lightly on the floor. There was a little more than before, she’d gotten careless drinking her water, but luckily her skirt sopped up most of the damage. The puddle at her feet was still fairly small. Hmmm…that felt good…She thought with a soft sigh, giving her wand a lazy flick to clean up. Her panties, as usual, she left wet. She’d need to go get Draco now for a fresh pair. She glanced over at him in class, not surprised to find his eyes on her. He, however, looked a little surprised, maybe he hadn’t expected her to just pee with no warning. It surprised her too, if she were being honest, but she went back to taking notes. At the end of the lesson, she caught his eye again and he made a subtle motion to follow, which she did. Harry and Ron were easy to ditch, all she had to do was say she was going to the library. She let Draco lead up the corridor, keeping a fair distance between the two of them. But she did see that silver head of his duck into a secret passage behind a suit of armor, so she did the same. He was leaning against the wall, smirking. “So, having fun today are we?” he asked her. “Yes, actually,” she said, “I sort of like peeing whenever I want.” “That last one took you by surprise,” he observed, “you didn’t even realize you had the urge did you?” “No,” she answered honestly, but she wasn’t very disturbed by it, “I suppose my bladder got used to me letting it have its way, everything just came out on its own.” Draco chuckled, shaking his head. “You play this game too well,” he sighed, “I’m never going to get to punish you at this rate.” “Either way, it works out for me,” Hermione grinned despite herself. Was it weird that peeing so much put her in a good mood? Draco laughed at her response again and smiled despite himself. “I suppose you want a fresh pair of panties, then?” he asked, and Hermione nodded. His little smile turned into a smirk “Let me see your wet ones,” he demanded. “Huh?” Hermione asked in surprise. “Let me see how they look wet,” he said, “pull up your skirt. Show me.” Hermione scowled, blushing again. Now that was embarrassing, to show off her wet panties like that. But still, she had to reason, he saw it last night and she didn’t protest. She gave in with a huff and lifted her skirt. Draco came over, making her take a step back. “You…you’re just looking, right?” she asked nervously. “I’m your master,” he grinned “I can do what I like.” He reached down and slid his hand up her thigh, making Hermione gasp despite herself. “H-hey!” “Quiet,” he ordered, making her jaw snap shut, “Hmm…your thighs are all wet…” His hand slid up between her legs, his fingers stroking the soaked fabric. It tickled in the most pleasurable way and Hermione squealed. The only hands she allowed down there were her own. “S-stop it…” she whimpered softly, but Draco only smirked and continued to stroke the wetness. “Aah…! Draco, stop it..!” Hermione cried out softly, but before she could do anything to stop it, a sudden stream of pee burst out of her soaked crotch and sprayed his fingers. It was barely a few seconds, but it wet his hand and splashed a little on the floor. She looked up at him, shocked and scared, wondering if he’d be angry at her for wetting so suddenly. “I…I’m sorry,” she fussed, thighs quivering “it just…I must not have let it all out…it was an accident…You…you were touching me and it was shocking…” Finally, Draco smiled and pulled his hand away, rubbing his wet fingers together. “Well,” he mused, “are you all done?” “I…I think so?” Hermione murmured, though to be honest, she wasn’t sure. “Why don’t you try and see if anything else will come out, hm? No use in giving you fresh panties if you’re just going to wet them again.” Hermione blushed brightly but obeyed. She pushed her bladder to see what would happen. “Aah…ahhh…!” she gasped, shocked when a sudden thick stream of pee burst out of her, spraying down her thighs and running down her legs. It hissed out of her loudly and she pushed hard, forcing every last drop out of her bladder. When she was done, there was a puddle the size of a serving plate below her. She looked down in shock, she hadn’t even felt like all that was pent up inside. Draco, for his part, started laughing again. “Oh Merlin..! The look on your face! You had to go this much, and you didn’t even know it!” he said, grinning at her, “are you done now?” “I…uh huh…” Hermione heard herself murmuring, breathless. That felt really, really good…she thought, a pleasured blush darkening her cheeks. For a moment, she wished for his hand back between her legs…She swallowed, banishing the thought. She absolutely did not want that. No, no, absolutely not. And yet, her body felt so warm and tingly. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest. She didn’t even notice until he was touching her that Draco was sliding her panties down her legs. “Ahh…! Stop!” she squealed, shoving her skirt down between her legs, “what are you doing?!” “You needed fresh panties,” he smirked “Come on, I already saw it. You’re getting your skirt wet again.” Saw it…he saw it…Hermione thought, her mind buzzing with shock and humiliation. She didn’t even protest that he pulled her panties the rest of the way down. Or that he was kneeling in her puddle to do so. “Come on, step out,” he said, giving her wet panties a tug at the ankles. Hermione found herself obeying. Oh…oh Merlin…he’s…he’s seriously changing my panties for me?! “Stop it, wait…! I can do it myself!” Hermione protested, coming back to her senses. He looked up at her with a look of determination. “Obviously,” he said coldly, “You’re not an invalid. But you are mine, understand? And if I want to clean you up, I’m going to. Now, move your skirt up.” “But…” “Now!” he barked, and Hermione yanked her skirt up as he commanded. Her hands were shaking, and she could swear every inch of her body was flushed red with humiliation. He’s…kneeling in my pee…right in front…oh god…he’s eye level with…he’s looking right at…! I can’t handle this…! Hermione whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut at the overwhelming knowledge that he was looking directly at her most secret place. Let him change her panties and be done with it, faster the better. But what she felt next wasn’t a new pair of panties. No, it was a pleasantly warm, plush, damp cloth sliding up her legs. “Oh…!” she gasped softly, eyes snapping back open to see what he was doing. He was cleaning the pee off her legs with a clean cloth. That…that felt really nice…She swallowed and let her eyes flutter shut as he swept the cloth up the insides of calves and thighs, and then finally between her legs. “Ahh…” she sighed softly, shivering. That feels…so good…he’s so gentle…I never expected him to be gentle… “There you go,” Draco said, almost kindly. She opened her eyes again, just in time to see him flicking his wand to clean her puddle, her socks and shoes, and his own pants from where he knelt in it. He pulled a pair of the replica panties out for her and held them open. Hermione stepped obediently into them without hesitation and Draco slid them up her legs and around her bottom securely. They were dry and warm, like they’d just been washed. She knew he must have placed a spell on them. “Draco, I—” “Master,” he corrected with a smirk, “what do you say? I was so nice to you.” “Um…” Hermione murmured, suddenly feeling shy, “Th-thank you…Master.” It felt good to say, she realized. She liked this. She liked calling him Master. She liked that he had control of her bladder. She never wanted this to stop. “Good girl,” Draco practically purred, and Hermione smiled at the praise, “now, you have fresh panties, try and keep them dry for me?” “Ah…okay,” Hermione said softly, fidgeting a little bit, “are we…finished for the day? School is over…” “Keep going pee whenever you feel like you need to, and if you wet your panties again, you’ll have to change them yourself. How does your bladder feel? Is it still tender?” Hermione pressed lightly on her lower belly, massaging a little. “No,” she said with a smile, “it feels fine.” “Good,” he said with a smile, “tomorrow you’ll have to hold your pee. Come and meet me, the Owlery tomorrow morning, come at 7:00am.” “Okay,” she agreed. Draco grabbed his bag and moved to leave first. He glanced at her, giving a triumphant smirk before leaving her alone. What…what just happened?! I…I was so…I completely submitted there! What is this?! Some kind of Stockholm’s Syndrome?! Hermione panicked at first, angry with herself. She couldn’t believe she was giving in so readily and so easily into Draco Malfoy, someone whom she hated so much. But…but he’d been so gentle as he cleaned her up. And he didn’t make her hold her pee on a day where it would have hurt her. In fact, he gave her the best possible thing and helped her with her confidence even. She rubbed her face. I…I love this…I love this so much…not HIM, I don’t love him…but I love letting him have control over my bladder like this… She sighed and collected herself, her bag, and headed out of the secret passage. She needed to cool her head. She needed to do her homework. Everything was done with, the first day of school, and their first day of the game. Hermione didn’t even hate to admit that it was the best day back she’d ever had.
Ch. 4: Losing Control Hermione looked forward to the rest of the evening. She was giddy at the prospect of being able to soak her panties with reckless abandon, especially knowing someone in the castle was eager for her to do so. She drank twice as much as she normally did at dinner and made sure to drink plenty of water during her study time in the library too. It was while she was putting her books away, thankfully in a rather deserted section dedicated to the Goblin Rebellion of the 12th century, that her bladder made itself known since Draco had cleaned her up in the alcove. She had just moved up on her tip toes to shelve a particularly large tomb when her bladder gave a sudden, tyrannical throb. She knew two things very, very fast: 1. Her bladder was very, very full and 2. She was going to pee. PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTT!!!! “Aaah…aaah…!” Hermione gasped, shocked by the sudden force of the torrent of liquid unexpectedly pouring out of her. She looked down, almost to affirm what was happening. Golden pee was spraying hot and fast down her legs, soaking into her dark school skirt, and splashing down to the floor. She almost moaned at the sight of it and spread her legs apart so that her pee could find the flagstone freely. It still streamed down the inner and back of her thighs regardless. She lifted up the front of her sopping wet skirt and gasped again as the relentless flow arched out and splashed down against the bookshelf. ‘Oh God…I’m peeing…I’m peeing all over the books…’ Hermione thought, letting her head fall back with pleasure. That was so naughty, and it felt so good. She peed for well over a minute and when she was finished there was not an inch of her below the waist that was dry. Her puddle, she noted with pride, was enormous. It stretched nearly all the way to the bookshelf at the opposite isle. “What is going on back there?” Madame Pince called, the sudden clicking of her high heeled boots drawing close. Hermione gasped and quickly cleaned up the massive puddle and the spray against the books but was still absolutely drenched when Madame Pince came around the corner. Hermione stood there, pale as a sheet, heart racing. ‘Its obvious…oh no its so obvious…I’m covered in pee…its still dripping down from my panties and skirt!’ But instead of scolding her for wetting in her library, Madame Pince only smiled. “Ah, stood too close to History of Scotland’s Merclans, did you?” Madame Pince chuckled “it’s a moody volume. Last time I tried to shelve it, it sprung a leak all over my head. Head on up to your Common Room, Miss Granger, and get yourself cleaned up.” “R-right…thank you,” Hermione said in a trembling voice. She gathered things up and left the library quickly, still soaked from the waist down. At least she was able to clear her head enough to magic herself dry before going into the common room. ‘That was way too close…’ Hermione thought, ‘but…it felt really good…’ It felt more like an accident, she reflected, as she settled in to continue her studies while the rest of the house goofed around. She’d only last peed a little over four hours ago, she shouldn’t have had so much pent up…but, ah she remembered her endless pumpkin juice and water at dinner. She sighed, obviously she’d been seeking a strong release like that. It was kind of nice to feel like her bladder was suddenly so full and there was nothing she could do except empty it right then. She shivered at the thought and drank her water while she finished up her homework. As the crowds in the common room began to die down and the last of her housemates going to bed, she picked up her leisure reading went to sat in the Big Red Armchair. The Gryffindors all called it that the chair was huge and ancient, plush to sit with patched and re-patched with various colors of red. It was easily the most comfortable chair, with throw a throw blanket over the top and squishy pillows. She shivered as she situated herself down into it, sighing in comfort as she opened her book. She wanted to pee one more time before she went to sleep. And she had always wanted to pee in this chair… Hermione shivered with anticipation as she read her book. She was waiting for the first delicious throb of desperation. She knew Draco said to just pee when she felt the urge, but for this she wanted to hold it. She wanted to sit there, bladder filling rapidly, as she squirmed in the squishy chair. She wanted to wait until she was going to burst, like in the library, and let the chair and pillows soak in all her pent-up urine. She focused back on her book, reading for another hour before she felt it at last. “Oh..!” she gasped softly at the throb, dropping her book to squeeze herself. It was as angry a throb as the one in the library, sharp and urgent and demanding immediate relief. She crossed her legs and squeezed with her other hand as well. “Aaah…! I have to pee…!” she gasped, moaning as the rage in her bladder picked up its tempo. It was fast and desperate, making her hold her breath. She rocked in her seat, body shaking. “This is bad…I can’t…I can’t hold it…!” she gasped, whimpering softly as she started fanning her legs back and forth. A hot spurt of pee soaked the crotch of her panties and she tightly crossed her legs, clenching every muscle. “Hold it…hold it in…mmm…Aaah no, no…don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t…!” she whined, but despite her pleas her body disobeyed. Hot liquid began ooze out of her, slow at first. She gasped as her pee began to gush helplessly out of her. She slid her hands under her skirt and into her panties, pressing her fingers into her streaming hole. “Nooooo….stop…!” she sobbed softly, gasping as she lifted herself up off the seat before grinding herself down into the plush seat. “Ohhh!…I can’t hold it…! It’s coming…It’s coming out…!” she cried out as her bladder burst, soaking down into the seat. She moaned, leaning back into the chair in defeat as her bladder emptied. “Aaaah….” She sighed, relief spreading through her body as she slackened all her muscles entirely. The strength of the stream doubled, and the chair couldn’t hold so much liquid so quickly. She spread her legs, letting her pee flow down to the wood floor below. Her latest wet ended a little sooner than the one before but was no less enjoyable. Hermione gave a deep, satisfied sigh once her bladder was empty. She rubbed her tummy, not feeling any pains. Still, there was a point of worry that made her nibble her lip. ‘I was trying my best to hold it…but I couldn’t…’ she thought, getting nervous as she cleaned up the chair and headed up to bed, ‘I didn’t have any warning either…I had to go so badly so suddenly…and then it all came out…’ Draco said she had to hold it tomorrow, but she wasn’t able to do that. That thought made her blood run cold. It was one thing to pee on purpose whenever she wanted, but to have no control was something else entirely. That could get her into more trouble than just with Draco. She slid into bed and curled up with her blankets and pillows. The next morning, Hermione was surprised to find her bedding dry. She swallowed with worry. She didn’t feel like she had to pee, but for all she knew she did. She should go to the toilet straight away. But, it was morning and she had to meet Draco for her new rules. She’d tell him about her concerns, after all he did well with them before. She dressed quickly and headed to the Owlery. It was exactly seven when she climbed the stairs into the main tower. Draco was there already, naturally, sitting by the window. “Good,” he praised, making her stomach flutter, “you’re right on time today.” “This is the first time you’ve given me a time to be anywhere,” Hermione sighed, refusing to let it show that she enjoyed this. “Are you ready for your rules?” he asked, again making her stomach flutter. The fluttering…she suddenly realized she needed to pee. She pressed her thighs together and Draco smirked. “Oh? My, my what do we have here?” he said with just a hint of wickedness. “I…erm…I need to pee,” She said with a soft gasp, eyes widening as she suddenly switched to crossing her legs instead. Admitting it out loud made it worse. “Badly,” Draco mused slowly, tilting his head to consider it, “you didn’t seem at all bad off a moment ago.” “N-no…It…it comes on suddenly…and I can’t—Ahh!” Hermione gasped, knees buckling as she shoved her hands between her legs. Her bladder was throbbing hot and harsh in her belly. If Draco didn’t let her pee, she was going to be in trouble. “Can’t what?” he grinned evilly. He knew exactly what he was doing. “I can’t…I can’t…h-hold…! Draco, I have to go right now!!!” she whimpered, gasping urgently as bounced up and down, legs crossing and uncrossing. “And if I say no?” he purred, loving her potty dance. “I’m gonna pee!! Draco I’m…I’m...!! I’m gonna have an accident!” she wailed, body shaking as she squeezed herself with both hands, her bodily needs forcing her to her to kneel down with her thighs crossed tightly over her hands. “You don’t have permission to go,” he said with a smirk, “hold it.” “I can’t…!” Hermione moaned out, rocking back and forth down onto the heel of her shoe. Her bladder was absolutely burning. “Let me guess,” Draco smirked, drawling slowly as Hermione shook before him, “that little piss in History of Magic, where you didn’t have any warning…it wasn’t just that, you don’t have control do you?” “No…” Hermione whimpered, and then gasped as a little spurt of pee warmed her panties, “Draco…Its…It’s going to…I’m going to…haaa..aaah…” “We’re going to have to work from the ground up,” he sighed, hands on his hips as he came over to her, “Let’s see…you’re about to burst, right?” “Its…its starting…t-to come out…” she whimpered, another burst of pee wetting against her panties, soaking them entirely. The next one soaked the front of her skirt, and the next trickled slowly down her leg. “Are you leaking?” he grinned. “Y-yes…ahh…!” she gasped as thicker stream splashed down against the stone. “More than leaking, I’d say,” he smiled and knelt down in front of her, directly in front of her. Her brown eyes filled with tears as another stream splashed down onto the stone. “Please…Master…Let me go…I’m…I’m…Aaah…! Noooo -- I’m peeing!!!!”   Hermione’s sobs of anguished relief were drowned out by the hissing torrent of pee erupting out of her. Draco pushed her knees apart and forced her skirt up so he could see her piss spraying out in a glorious golden arc from her pale pink panties. “Aaah…aah…!” she whimpered, gasping as she shook with relief. Quite a bit came out, her puddle soaking the stone and hay for the birds, as well as Draco’s pants as he knelt in front of her. “You didn’t listen to me” he growled, squeezing her knees which only made her piss gush out harder, “you’re pissing yourself like a baby, you have absolutely no control. You’re going to have to be punished.” “I’m sorry…” she whimpered as her pee began to slow to a trickle, “I couldn’t help it…” “Look at the mess you’ve made, you nasty girl,” he scolded, “what should I do with you?” Hermione shivered, fear and pleasure and the bliss of release all running through her at once. “I’m sorry,” she said mournfully, looking up at him with anxious anticipation “you…you’re going to punish me now?” “Yes,” he smirked, “I absolutely am.” Hermione shivered at the tone, making her soaking wet girlhood throb. She was naughty, like he said. A dirty girl, like he said. She…she actually wanted to be punished, and the desire shocked and scared her. Still…she was eager for it. Draco tilted his head and seemed to decide what he was going to do with her. He held out his hand for her and helped her stand, and then knelt in her puddle again. “Lift your skirt,” he said, and Hermione obeyed with trembling hands. Draco yanked her panties down and pulled them off. “Girls who can’t control their piss shouldn’t wear panties. Those are for grown women.” “Then…what am I supposed to wear?” she asked. “Nothing at all,” he smirked, “that’s your punishment for today. You’ll have nothing to stop that flow you can’t control, not that a little thin fabric was much help. But…it’s the security of it all, isn’t it?” Hermione paled at that. Nothing…to wear nothing under a skirt!? That was…that was too much! And, as much as she hated to admit it, Draco was absolutely right. “And you still need to hold your pee,” he said nonchalantly, “if you can’t, then you’ll be punished tomorrow as well.” “But…but…how long do I have to hold it?” she asked, feeling panic rising in her chest, “you just pissed, so I want you to drink two goblets at breakfast and hold it until after the first lesson.” The implication was obvious. If she couldn’t hold it, she’d pee in the middle of Defense Against the Dark Arts. And the kind of dramatic, gushing pee would not go unnoticed in that class. She nodded hesitantly. “Okay,” she said, agreeing even though she knew she had no choice regardless. But still…even if she couldn’t hold it…she’d pee in the middle of class, everyone would see. The idea was a little thrilling.
Peter looked appreciatively at his rear view of Angela, her favourite teal-coloured one-piece swimsuit showing her curvaceous silhouette off to perfection against the deep blue Caribbean sky.  She was jigging restlessly from foot to foot whilst cooking food on the poolside barbecue.  How long, he wondered, was it since she had last had a pee? -------------- For more than a year Peter and his firm had been working on a property development project, painstakingly putting together a consortium of banks and construction companies who had then sought to increase their profits by cutting him out of the final deal.  They had no legal justification - the contracts were perfectly clear on that - it was a straightforward case of bullying and intimidation by large companies of what they had imagined was a small business that would be too weak to fight back. They had picked the wrong man.  Ignoring the consortium's invitation to re-negotiate his contract, Peter had instead hired a top City law firm with a formidable reputation for aggressive litigation.  This had involved Peter in many more months of preparing and exchanging complex and detailed legal submissions, all on top of the usual workload of running a business.  And Peter was playing for high stakes.  If he lost, his firm would not survive. Just a couple of days ago, literally on the steps of the Royal Courts of Justice, the other side had capitulated with an out-of-court settlement that had given Peter's firm everything it was owed. As soon as the legal dispute was resolved Sandra, Peter's PA, called Angela to say that she thought Peter was badly in need of a complete break.  Her call only served to confirm Angela's increasing concern that months of stress and overwork had left her husband physically and mentally exhausted.  On top of everything else, he had had to deal with his father's recent death. Peter, she decided, was going to have two weeks of complete rest and recuperation whether he wanted to or not. Angela and Sandra were longstanding allies and Peter stood no chance against their combined forces.  Sandra had cleared his diary with ruthless efficiency whilst Angela hit the internet until she found a villa on a Caribbean island that was available following a last-minute cancellation.  She had booked business-class seats on a flight to St Lucia departing the following day. -------------- Last night her exhausted husband had slept for twelve hours straight and had woken looking properly rested for the first time in months.  Now Angela was determined to use the rest of the holiday to help Peter to recover his usual energy and zest for life. And she had one or two ideas on how to achieve that. After a breakfast of papaya, yogurt, orange juice and plenty of coffee, taken on the verandah with the cobalt blue Caribbean sea twinkling far below them, they had carried barbecue food, chilled white wine and bottles of mineral water down a long flight of steps through bougainvilleas, fuchsias and banana plants to the secluded swimming pool terrace cut into the hillside below the villa. Lying in the warmth of the sun after a dip in the pool, Peter could already feel the tension beginning to leave his body.  London, with its cold, its winter rain and its lawyers, already felt like another world and the pressure and stress of the last few months a half-remembered nightmare. He was, he reflected, lucky to be married to a girl like Angela.  In her mid 40s with three adult daughters she was still stunningly beautiful and, as he well knew, as hot as ever in bed.  Not that he'd had much energy for sex recently. Peter had always been turned on by Angela's casual attitude to wetting herself and he knew that she was unlikely to bother to go up to the house for a pee.  When she wanted to, she would just do it in her swimsuit.  So when she stood up, stretched and tied back her honey-blonde hair in a ponytail, he fully expected her to wet herself and was slightly disappointed when she just walked over to the barbecue and lit it. Out of the corner of her eye, Angela saw Peter watching her.  She knew exactly what he was thinking.  He was thinking what she intended him to think.  Even though she genuinely was bursting for a pee, she decided to tease him some more. She jiggled about rather theatrically as she prepared the food for their lunch.  Then she walked over to Peter, squatted down on her haunches by his side and rested her arms on her thighs, noticing with amusement that his trunks bulged in anticipation. In a low, seductive voice Angela murmured  "Instead of ogling me like a randy old goat, how about laying the table?"  She stood up and walked back to tend her barbecue smiling to herself, hips swaying, swimsuit still perfectly dry. Chuckling at the realisation that he'd been comprehensively fooled, Peter rose from his sun-lounger, followed her and gave her a playful slap on the rump.  She squealed and turned around.  He kissed her. A smell of burning filled the air.  With an unladylike expletive, Angela extricated herself from Peter's arms to rescue the charred corpse of a grouper fish from the barbecue and hastened to turn the other food before it, too started to burn.  Watching her work, Peter noticed a small patch of wetness slowly appearing between her legs.  A rivulet tracked its way down her thigh. Completely unconcerned, Angela took cooked fish, chicken and prawn kebabs off the barbecue and started to arrange it on a serving dish.  The wet patch on her swimsuit expanded slightly, a few droplets splashed on to the paving stones, forming a tiny puddle between her feet.  She picked up the dish and carried it over the table, her movements tracked by a trail of drips. Aware that Peter could not take his eyes off her, Angela kept up the pretence that nothing untoward was happening.  She sat down at the table, poured two glasses of chilled white wine and raised her glass to Peter.  "Here's to two weeks of complete rest and recuperation" she said. "I'm, er, beginning to hope it won't be too restful" Peter replied, raising his glass in turn. Angela looked serious - or at least tried to - as she piled chicken, grilled fish and a seafood kebab on to his plate.  "Peter, I'm going to be treating you as an invalid for the next two weeks.  Very quiet.  No excitement.  Nothing energetic."  From under the table he heard something patter briefly on to the paving. Well aware that he was being teased, Peter played along as they ate their meal.  "I really think that I ought to try to find some sort of pastime whilst we're here, something to....stimulate me.  Do you have any ideas?"  He poured them both another glass of wine. Angela frowned in concentration, sipping her wine.  Again, that unexplained sound, rather like something trickling off the edge of a seat into a puddle beneath, quickly stopped.  "Nothing comes to mind" she said eventually.  She passed a bowl of fruit across the table to him. "By the way" Peter said.  "I noticed earlier that you looked as though you might need to go to the loo." "Whatever gave you that idea?"  Angela asked with an expression of wide-eyed innocence. "Oh, nothing" he replied.  "I'm sure you wouldn't want to have an accident in your swimsuit." Angela gave him a smouldering look.  "Its OK, Peter.  It won't be an accident." When they had finished their meal she stood up and walked to the edge of the pool terrace to look at the view across the bay, revealing a large, round patch of wetness on the rear of her swimsuit where she had slowly leaked over her seat.  Peter walked up behind her, put his arms round her waist and nuzzled her neck, feeling the dampness against his shorts.  He slid a hand down the front of her swimsuit and cupped the wet fabric between her legs.  She leant back against him and relaxed.  She peed into his hand. She turned to face him, regarded him with solemn tenderness and, still wetting herself, gave him a long, slow, sensual kiss.  A pool of pee formed around their bare feet. "Welcome back" she said, taking him by the hand and leading him up the steps to the villa.
Making Gold in the Golden Country Xenoblade Chronicles 2: Torna ~ The Golden Country fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to DerivativeWings and Phoenix (lordbardak) for editing (Warning: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised) Sadness. It seemed like no matter where Mikhail went, it was always hanging in the back of his mind. The sights he saw in his travels hadn’t helped; if there wasn’t a village burned to cinders by roaming bandits, it was leveled completely by an aegis hell-bent on Alrest’s destruction. Even here in the comparatively-untouched Aletta region of Torna, there was a noticeable tension in the air. The army stationed here in the harbor, all personally hand-picked by Prince Addam himself, seemed too focused on the looming war ahead to find reasons to relax and smile. But then there was the party that the boy found himself traveling with. They were set on defeating Malos, a task that sounded impossible, yet they still laughed and chatted like everything was fine. He didn’t know if they were brave, or just idiots. Still, with their strength, they were probably the best group to be with in the middle of all the chaos. “Oi, Mik! You coming?” Mikhail looked over to Milton, the Gormotti boy who called him. Even this early in the morning, before most of the army had gotten up, Milton was bright-eyed, perky-eared, and smiling. Mik had no clue where that energy came from, but it was still better than being a sad grump, he supposed. “Yeah, I’m coming,” Mikhail replied. He let out a yawn as he walked through the camp. “You sleep well there?” asked Milton. “Guess so.” Mik rubbed a bit of sleep out of his eye. “I don’t get why we had to sleep in a tent. Addam has a big house right there.” He looked up to the manor that loomed over the camp, proof of his success and status on the Tornan titan. “There’s already loads of people sleepin’ in there,” said Milton. “Mostly kids and sick or hurt folk. You can’t walk two steps without bumpin’ into someone.” “I mean, we’re kids, too.” “You saying you can’t handle a little camping out, Mik?” Milton had a playful smile. “N-Not what I meant!” Mik shook his head. As mature as he may have been, he was still just a kid. “Heh heh, well, I don’t mind it myself,” continued Milton. “I’ve gotten used to camping outside since I met Addam. Sometimes, we’re out in the fields so long, I almost forget what a bed feels like.” Mik sighed. “Must be really tiring following a guy like him around all the time.” “Sure is, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in all of Alrest.” “Really?” Mikhail looked at Milton and saw the contentment in his eyes. “You sure put a lot of faith in him.” Milton stopped and turned to him just as they went underneath the arch of a stone gateway. “Well, why wouldn’t I? If you saw the things he’s done like I have, you would think he can do anything, too!” “Anything… You mean like stop Malos?” Milton looked Mikhail right in the eyes and raised a confident fist. “If anyone in Alrest can stop Malos, it’s Addam. I’d swear my life on it!” Mikhail had to admit, he almost felt convinced just from that. Still, he found it hard to believe. Could a human even as supposedly great as Addam really stand up to something that destroyed an entire titan without breaking a sweat? “If you say so,” said Mikhail with a shrug. “Just stick with us and you’ll see for yourself, I promise.” “Boys, over here!” As if on cue, a strong voice caught the boys’ attention. They turned and saw Addam himself waving them over, an invitation they could not refuse. They jogged up to him and talked. Mikhail could not recall the exact conversation, since it was mostly between Addam and Milton. It was the usual pleasantries and whatnot, phrases like “stiff upper lip” were said, whatever they meant. Before long, they were joined by the rest of their group: Lora, Jin, Haze, Mythra, and Brighid. The other two, Hugo and Aegeaon, were off elsewhere on official Ardainian business. Some things just couldn’t wait even with the whole world at stake, Mik supposed. “Right, hope everyone slept well, because we have a big day ahead of us,” declared Addam with his usual go-getter smile. “Like I said last night, our main priority today is gathering food to help relieve the current shortage.” “Errand boy duty again. Can’t hardly wait,” said Mythra, crossing her arms and looking away. “Sorry if it’s not the most glamourous task in the world,” continued Addam, “But this is war. We have a responsibility to the people fighting under us.” “I’m okay with it,” chimed in Lora, “Jin and I both know what it’s like to have to go hungry. If I can keep that from happening to others, I’m happy enough.” Jin punctuated this with a nod. “With His Majesty gone and the bridge to the capital out, we may as well do all that we can for the militia here,” said Brighid, her voice elegant as always. “Fine,” shrugged Mythra, “Someone’s gotta look after you all out there, I guess.” “Besides,” Milton looked at Mythra, “It wouldn’t look good if the Aegis herself is just sittin’ around letting her bum get fatter.” Mythra turned to him with a glare. “And what are you doing staring at my butt?” “Can’t help it, you know. I have to make sure I don’t run into it and suffocate by accident.” Milton could hardly keep himself from cracking up at his own jokes. “E-Excuse me!?” Mythra’s cheeks turned red, her expression a mix of shock and anger. “Look out!” Milton already started running away, smiling all the while. “Don’t let the Aegis sit on you! You’ll wish for Malos to shoot you dead!” “Y-You are so dead!” yelled Mythra, giving chase. “Get back here, you little perv!” “Wait, Mythra!” called Addam, but his voice fell on deaf ears. The rest of the group stood back and watched the silliness taking place. Lora and Haze put a hand over their mouths to hide their giggling, while Jin and Brighid both shook their heads. Mikhail merely put his hands behind his head and sighed. Just another morning with these people, he thought to himself. Still, he couldn’t say he hated the silliness. At least it was something to distract from all the misery around them. Soon enough, they’d be getting right back to work, and he would follow them around the world as always. Today hopefully wouldn’t be too tiring, though. It was just gathering food; how bad could that be? “Nngh…” Mik couldn’t help but groan a bit while he rooted through another patch of weeds in Aletta’s overgrown fields. He had plenty of reasons to voice his displeasure. Gathering food had turned out to be a tedious task; he and Milton couldn’t help with hunting the wild animals in the region, so they were stuck with hanging back and searching for edible plants. That was also easier said than done, as the particular fruit they needed grew underground, with vines that looked only slightly different from the surrounding weeds. After a few hours under the sun, he was ready to be done with this. But most of his grunt came from one nuisance in particular. For much as he had been through in his life, Mikhail was still just a kid, with a bladder capacity to match. A few hours was enough for the pressure to reach the point where he could no longer ignore it. There was no point in putting it off any longer. He would have to let someone know he needed to pee, so they could stand guard while he handled his business. It was a bit demeaning at first, but with all the dangerous people and creatures running amok, the grown-ups made it clear that they couldn’t take any risks with them being on their own. Mikhail grunted as he stood back up, feeling the pressure shifting in his groin. He looked for Jin or Addam to be nearby so he could get this over with. “Having any luck over here?” Instead, he found Milton walking up to him, hands as empty as his. “Not really.” Mik shook his head. “It’s all weeds here.” Milton rubbed the back of his head. “Who’d have thought finding food for an army would be so tough, am I right?” “Or take so long…” Mikhail rubbed one leg with the other to soothe his aching muscles and bladder. “You okay?” asked Milton, leaning in and looking concerned. “Mmm, kinda.” At first, Mik thought of not saying anything, but what did he have to hide? They were boys in the middle of nowhere, who really cared about modesty? “I gotta pee,” he told Milton. Milton’s eyes widened a little. “What? It’s not a big deal,” said Mik. “N-no, I know that,” Milton quickly replied. “It’s just that… I know the feeling.” It was then that Mikhail noticed something off about Milton. The boy’s eyes had lost a bit of the carefree brightness behind them. His frown had a bit of strain to it, and his body seemed quite tense as well. It didn’t take a genius or even a grown-up to figure out why. “You too?” Milton nodded. “Been holdin’ onto it since a little after we started. I could really use a wee break myself.” As he spoke, his left leg rubbed over his right. At least I’m not alone, Mikhail thought. He had half-expected Milton to brag about being able to hold it all day, so to hear him admit his need was a little refreshing. That, and they a had better chance of getting a break with two kids asking instead of just him. “Come on, let’s go ask Jin or Addam to watch for us,” said Mikhail, turning and stepping away. “W-Wait, we can’t do that!” Mik stopped in his tracks and turned around, seeing Milton looking even more worried. “Why not?” he asked. “We’d be interrupting their work, that’s why,” said Milton. “We just have to wait for Addam to call a break. He always does at least once or twice in the day.” Mikhail crossed his arms. “That makes no sense. They’re just getting food, I’m sure they can take a couple minutes away from that.” “I know they could…” Milton shook his head. “It’s just, we can’t make ourselves a burden to them.” “And why not?” “Look at it this way,” Milton started, looking over to the adults as they went about gathering food. “We’re just kids, you and me. We can’t do a lick of fighting, so they have to look out for us out here.” “So?” Milton looked at the gang in front of him as they all rooted about in the ground. Lora and Haze compared veggies with a smile, Jin and Addam were off on their own, and Mythra and Brighid were apparently having a contest as to who could look the most annoyed. “So, if they start seeing us as burdens, they might want to leave us behind at a camp while they keep heading towards Malos.” He raised a fist and turned to Mik. “And I don’t want to sit around at a camp while they’re out there. I want to be right with them for the whole thing.” Mik frowned as he watched the others go about. Jin and Lora caught his glance especially, the first two people in a long time that made Mikhail feel like he wasn’t alone in this big, uncaring world. Much like Milton was with Addam, Mik felt the most content being at their side. He didn’t want to be stuck in some camp with people he didn’t know, possibly never to see those two again. But he couldn’t dismiss Milton as being ridiculous, either. Malos was nothing like the monsters and bandits their team had battled thus far. If he was going to prove that he deserved to stay, it would have to be as soon as he could. “Fine, I’ll try to hold it,” Mik relented. “Thanks, Mik.” Milton smiled. “Addam will call for a break soon, I’m sure of it.” “I hope you’re right,” said Mikhail. Already, his bladder felt heavier at his decision, but he tried his best to hide it. If it meant not being separated from his companions, he would do whatever it took. How hard is it to find food for one meal? As the group walked through more weeds to what felt like the twentieth spot to gather ingredients, Mikhail felt thankful that everyone’s attention was elsewhere. That way, he could hang back to hide his stiff walking and occasional hand placed between his legs. But even this provided little comfort to him now. This was the closest he had been to reaching his limit in a long time, and it felt every bit as painful and stressful as one would think. The few glances he took of Milton showed him that he felt the same way. The lad kept biting his lower lip and looking over to any rock, tree, or tall patch of grass, anywhere he could rush over to and hose down before soaking his overalls. This is stupid, Mikhail scolded himself, They’re not stopping anytime soon. Just tell them you gotta go already! Shaking his head, he steeled himself before opening his mouth to say just that. “Wait, look over there!” Lora beat him to breaking the relative silence. Mikhail whimpered a little bit, letting the question die in his throat. Everyone else stopped and turned to where Lora pointed. Not far from them were a handful of birdlike, bipedal monsters, all trying to pull a couple bulky containers along the ground. “Are those tirkin?” asked Haze. “It would seem so,” said Brighid, “But what could they be pulling? Addam’s smile dropped to a frown. “Why, those cheeky little buzzards! They’re stealing supplies from the militia!” “Oh dear, we can’t let them get away with that!” said Lora, winding up her braid around her hand. “Want me to call a beam down on them?” asked Mythra as a glow started to form on her circlet. “I’m sure nobody would mind a few less oversized birds in the world.” “And vaporize the supplies while you’re at it?” spoke Brighid. “We’re trying to get more supplies for the resistance, not less.” The glow faded. “Just a suggestion,” Mythra pouted. “We’ll deal with them in the usual manner,” said Jin, already stepping forward and unsheathing his nodachi. “Agreed.” Addam pulled his sword out, with the rest of the party following suit. He then turned to Mik and Milton, who both stood up tall and rigid with their hands at their sides. “Wait right here, boys. This will only be a moment.” “Y-Yes sir, M-Mister Addam, sir!” Milton replied like a private at boot camp. The instant all the grown-ups turned around and left to fight, the boys dropped their brave faces and shoved their hands to their groins. “Ah, that was too close!” Milton bemoaned. Mikhail had to agree, and he didn’t want to risk it any longer. “Come on, now’s our chance!” he said to Milton. “Our what?” Milton raised an eyebrow. “Let’s go while they’re busy fighting! I’m not waiting anymore!” Milton opened his mouth as if to object, but no objection came. Instead, he looked to the group, already in the midst of battle, then back to Mik, then to somewhere in between. “O-Okay, over there!” He nodded towards a small rock wall with an uphill incline next to it. It was a bit of a jog, but it would hide them from view long enough to do what they needed to do. It might have been against Addam’s orders, but with a chance for relief so close, Mikhail wasn’t complaining. “Then let’s go!” he declared, rushing off at once. The run to the spot took only a few seconds, but each one felt like minutes to Mik and Milton. Knowing that they would finally be peeing in a few seconds made both of their bladders subconsciously prepare to empty. By the time they reached the wall, they were both squirming with their hands crammed between their legs. “Ooh, I can’t wait!” said Milton while fumbling with the zipper at the crotch of his overalls. “I feel like I could explode!” “Me too!” Mikhail said. He was quite happy that his clothes were simple to get out of the way. Just pull his pants down a little, lift up the shirt, take aim, and- “Reeeee!” A shriek from above shoved all thoughts of peeing out of each boy’s head. They jumped back and went wide-eyed with panic at the sight of three tirkins standing on the rocks above them, each with a weapon drawn. “Ah, run!” yelled Milton, zipping his overalls back up while Mikhail flipped his tunic down. It was already too late. The tirkins leapt down, one landing in front of the boys and the other two at the sides. Just like that, they were surrounded with no escape. With their bodies trembling out of fear instead of a need to pee, the boys backed up on instinct until they hit the stone wall, the monsters creeping in all the while. “W-What do you want with us?” Mikhail tried to stand up tall and put on a brave face, though there was no hiding the quiver in his voice. “We don’t have anything you can take.” “Rah! No take, only hurt!” yelled the tirkin in front. “But w-why hurt us?” stammered Milton. “Your friends hurt tirkin friends! We hurt you now!” It stepped forward with a spear pointed forward, it’s comrades doing the same. Mikhail could only look at the tip of the crude spear as it inched closer to him. Was this really how he was going to die? Killed by a random monster just because he chose peeing over staying safe? And not long after he found people he actually liked in this world, too. Oh well, he supposed, if he had to go, it probably wasn’t the worst way. His only regret was that someone else would be dying right next to him. But just before the spear could reach them, a sharp, chilling wind sliced through the air. The spear’s tip shattered from the handle, and the tirkin fell backwards onto its bottom with a yelp. “Wha!? Who turn down temperature!?” yelled another monster. A crack from a fiery braid across the face helped warm it back up. “What happening!?” The third tirkin managed to cry out before a gust of wind blew it back, sending it tumbling through the grass. It all happened so fast, Mikhail wasn’t sure that it was actually happening at first. However, the sight of Jin, Lora, and Haze rushing up and putting themselves in front of the beasts. Rescue had come, and he could not be happier for it. “If you value your lives, you will flee and not attack us again,” declared Jin in a combat stance. As the tirkin collected themselves, they took the warning to heart and ran with their tails between her legs. “Tirkin not forget this!” the lead one yelled as he ran the fastest. Once they were out of sight, the adults put their weapons away and turned to the kids. Haze and Lora came up to them and Lora asked, “Are you alright?” “Y-Yeah, we’re fine,” said Mikhail, avoiding eye contact. It wasn’t entirely truthful; he may have been unhurt, but he was quickly remembering the reason he came here, and how little time he had left before the pressure finally overwhelmed him. “I’m glad to hear that,” came Addam’s voice as he walked up with the rest of the crew in tow. He crossed his arms and cast a set of stern parental eyes on them. “But what were you doing all the way over here? I thought I told you to wait back behind us.” “Um, a-about that, Mister Addam,” Milton tried to speak with a clear tension on his face. “We were just, er, I mean, it w-was a long day and, uh, I thought we could j-just-” “We gotta pee!” Mikhail’s outburst brought open mouths and wide eyes to the whole group. He was far past caring about that, however, as he squeezed his legs together and hunched over without shame. He could endure this little embarrassment if it meant not pissing himself right there. “It’s true!” said Milton next to him, grabbing his groin and putting one knee in front of the other. “We were just gonna pop off real quick, but then those monsters jumped us and-” “Right, say no more!” Addam put his hands up, and the boys fell silent, though they still squirmed in place. He turned to the others and said, “Come, let’s give the boys some privacy, and quick!” “Er, good idea,” said Lora, scratching her cheek while she headed off. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” said Jin as he followed behind. While the rest of them dispersed, Addam turned to the boys as he walked away. “I’ll be nearby if you need me,” he said before disappearing behind the rock. “Th-Thank you, Mister Addam!” Milton said while fumbling with his zipper again. Mik had nothing more to add, so he went right to lifting up his tunic and loosening his pants. He had precious few seconds before it would come shooting out, and he wasn’t wasting them. Before long, both boys were facing the rock wall, their pants undone and privates aimed forward. It was there that Mikhail realized how close they stood next to each other, letting the open air mingle with places it normally didn’t. The awkwardness spread downwards, halting his stream from starting for a couple extra seconds, and judging by the lack of peeing from Milton, his friend probably felt the same way. But before he could take a step away, the moment passed, and two golden trickles spilled out onto the ground, both building into a steady and powerful stream that trailed up the rock until it reached a height halfway between the boys’ knees and hips. A noisy splatter reached their ears as their pee hit full power, both of them letting it fly without shame. It didn’t take long for the dirt at the base to become saturated with pee, and a puddle grew out, stopping short of their shoes. At first, neither Mikhail nor Milton could think of anything but how glad they were to finally relieve their overfilled bladders. Milton was more vocal with his relief, letting out a long, loud moan and lifting his head up, his ears leaning back as if an invisible hand was patting him. Mikhail only closed his eyes and sighed, but he was smiling all the way on the inside. All that struggling had built up to this nice release, and he was content to stand there and ride it all the way out in peace. “Huh, would you look at that?” Milton’s words made Mik open his eyes. He first turned to his friend, then followed his gaze down at where their piddle struck the rock. He, too, found himself mesmerized by what he saw: with the sun hitting this side of the rock, the parts of the wall covered in their urine gained an odd gleam, not quite like a valuable mineral, but still satisfying to look at in a weird way. As Mik looked on, something inside stirred him to move, perhaps out of his boyish instinct. He turned his hips left and right, coating more of the wall and making a bigger shiny area. Seeing it grow bigger with his own pee felt strangely pleasing, motivating him to keep covering more and more. “Gonna paint the whole rock there?” Until Milton reminded him that he wasn’t alone. Suddenly, Mikhail became quite shy, bringing his sway to a complete stop. Great, he probably thinks I’m a weirdo now. “It works better if you start up higher, like this!” Out of the corner of his eye, Mikhail noticed Milton’s stream going upwards. He couldn’t resist looking over and finding out why. Milton had leaned back a bit and lifted his boyhood, the arc now rising above his stomach. True to his word, his part of the rock was coated quicker, with the urine covering the gaps as it ran down. Guess he’s a weirdo, too, Mik thought as he looked at Milton’s unashamed grin while he played with his pee. Still, he couldn’t blame the kid; in the short time he had known Milton, he had seen how he wanted to keep things fun, even in such dark times. It reminded him a bit of Lora, always smiling and optimistic no matter what. In any case, Milton wasn’t bothered with a little pee play, so Mikhail decided he may as well join back in. Leaning back just like him, Mik pointed his privates up, raising his stream’s trajectory and hitting the wall above stomach-height. Chuckles followed as the two went about marking the rock as best they could. It was a small respite from their tough life, and they would enjoy it while it lasted. Not much longer, and both boys reached the end of their pee, the streams hitting lower until they fell onto the ground, then stopping off after a couple last spurts. They each shook out the remaining drops, then tucked themselves back into their clothes, modest again. “I think we did a fine job, wouldn’t you say?” said Milton as he admired their work. At the end, just about every part of the wall they could reach was covered up to belly-height. The shine made the rock look practically radiant in the sun now. Mik paid little mind to it, however. With his bladder empty, he was free to think of other stuff again, and they weren’t happy thoughts. He had embarrassed himself in front of the whole group. Even if he hadn’t actually wet himself, it was more reason for them to think of him as a burden. He let out a small grunt in frustration at his failure. “I know the feeling,” he heard Milton say next to him. The boy’s goofy smile had gone, weighed down by the same facts that Mikhail had realized. “I guess we have some explaining to do now.” “Let’s just get this over with,” said Mikhail. The boys left their “art” behind, Mik leading the way. As they rounded the corner, neither of them could look Addam in the eyes when he turned around, even with his gentle smile and understanding eyes. “You boys alright? You look rather glum for someone who just avoided hosing their trousers,” said Addam. “W-We’re fine, Mister Addam,” said Milton, “But we’re awful sorry for running off like that. We just couldn’t hold it any longer.” Addam shook his head. “You have nothing to apologize for, Milton. I’m mostly the one to blame for this mishap. We had gotten into a rhythm, and I had forgotten about pacing ourselves with a break.” He then rubbed his chin and said, “But still, if it was that bad, you could have piped up about it. We would have kept an eye for you both, you know.” “Aye, we know.” Milton rubbed the back of his head. “But it’s just… well, you see…” “We didn’t want to be burdens.” Much like Mikhail’s previous outburst, this brought another confused look from Addam. “Burdens? What do you mean?” he asked. Milton sighed. “We just wanted to show we could still hang in there with you all, and that you wouldn’t have to… leave us behind before we got close to Malos.” Mikhail could see Milton’s body deflate more as he uttered those words, so much so that it weighed him down as well. Even when sold as a slave, he could scarcely recall a moment where he felt more pathetic than this. “I must admit, I’m still perplexed by this,” said Addam, rubbing her chin. “Where in Alrest did you get the idea that we thought you both as burdensome?” Both boys looked up almost as dumbfounded as Addam was. “M-Mister Addam?” mumbled Milton. “Milton, you’ve been with me for, what is it, three years now? Surely, you would know better than that,” said Addam with a patient smile. “We have to keep an extra eye out for you both, sure, but we do so because we want to, not because we have to.” Mikhail had to blink a couple times before responding. “You mean you actually want us around?” “Of course we do!” came Lora’s voice, getting the three’s attention. They found that she wasn’t alone, either; the rest of the gang followed behind her, their focus on the boys giving them more reason to blush. “You don’t have to fight monsters to help out,” said Haze. “Just by walking and laughing and smiling with us, you’re reminding us of why we’re fighting in the first place.” “That, and if we were gonna ditch you guys, I’m sure it would’ve already happened,” Mythra added. “Mythra,” said Addam like a parent chastising their child. “What?” Mythra crossed her arms. “I’m just trying to help and stuff.” Mikhail had to lower his head to hide the blush growing on his cheeks. People actually wanted him, not just as cheap slave labor, but as a companion. It was a foreign feeling, and he didn’t fully know what to make of the emotions stirring within. But he at least had to do one thing. Lifting his head up, Mikhail looked right at the group. “Th-” “Thanks a bunch, you guys!” It was Milton’s turn to interrupt. Stepping forward and showing his reddened face, he went on without shame. “We’ll make this up to you all somehow. We’ll…” his eyes drifted about for a moment. “We’ll do the cooking tonight! With all the stuff we’ve been gathering today!” Mikhail realized his mouth was still open, so he closed it. “Y-Yeah, what he said,” he added. He put it better than I could’ve, anyway. “Ha ha, I look forward to whatever you whip up!” Addam said, placing a hand on Milton’s shoulder. In response, the lad closed his eyes and smiled, looking like a kitten enjoying a good petting. “Great,” said Mythra, bringing the moment to an end. “So now that we’re done here, can we please get back to finding all this junk?” “Actually, I have a better idea,” said Addam. “I think we’ve earned ourselves a little rest first. Take some time to snack, catch your breath, or do whatever else you need to.” “With pleasure!” Haze declared, grabbing onto Lora’s arm. “Er, right…” Lora gained a blush. “We’ll just… be over there somewhere if anyone needs us. Would you mind coming with us, Brighid? We’ll need a lookout for… reasons.” “If... I must,” said an expressionless Brighid. As the trio departed, with Lora and Haze having a certain tension to their walk, Mythra scoffed and turned around. “Fine, but everybody better hurry it up!” The men stared with open mouths and raised eyebrows as Mythra walked away. “Now what could be her problem?” Milton wondered aloud. Mikhail shrugged and glanced away, turning his attention to the sky and cloud sea towards the east. He should have felt frustrated and embarrassed after this ordeal, but he didn’t. Instead, he was oddly at peace with everything at the moment. Maybe it was because he didn’t have that painful pressure to worry about now, he wondered. He certainly hadn’t had a whiz like that in a long time. Then again, he didn’t have anyone to share that feeling with before, nor did he have people to look forward to when he was done. Mikhail knew now that this group was one-of-a-kind, and there was nowhere in Alrest he would rather be. Maybe it wouldn’t last, and their world was destined to be destroyed, but he couldn’t dwell on that. For now, all he could do was be content with where he was for as long as it lasted. (A/N: So I guess I can't list myself as "straight" on my profile anymore, can I?)
Lina stared intently down at the screen below her, watching as one by one, the Radiant and Dire heroes were selected for battle. Lina had already been picked by the Dire, so she sat in the waiting room as the rest of the heroes were chosen. While various heroes decided to make use of this time differently (such as the Axe practicing his swing in the corner, or the Ogre Magi staring off into space), you could always find Lina sitting in front of one of the display screens, analyzing the hero selections. Much to her dismay, the next hero selected was her rival sister, Rylai the Crystal Maiden. Rylai’s ice magic was the polar opposite of Lina’s pyromancy, and the two had feuded since they were children.                Looking up, Lina saw her sister materialize at the far end of the room, just as all heroes did after being selected. Rylai began walking in her direction and Lina immediately looked back down, pretending to focus on the matchups in front of her. Rylai returned the favor, walking straight past her sister without saying a word as she made her way into one of the restrooms directly behind Lina. Her sister gone for the moment, Lina returned her focus to the screen in front of her. The enemy team had chosen Viper, which was going to cause some trouble for her if she was not careful. However, Lina didn’t have long to think about it as Crystal Maiden soon made her way out of the bathroom, interrupting Lina’s thoughts with a loud clunk of the door. As if Lina wasn’t already irritated enough, her sister finally decided to speak to her.                “Aren’t you gonna go before the match starts?” Rylai peeped at her sister. Lina knew Rylai was just trying to get on her nerves, but she couldn’t stop herself from responding.                “I’m not some puppy who has to be trained so she doesn’t pee herself,” Lina spat back.                “Suit yourself,” Rylai replied, her voice still upbeat as ever. Her constantly pleasant attitude stood in stark contrast with Lina’s fiery temper, which often just made Lina angrier. Though now that it was brought to her attention, Lina did feel a slight pressure in her bladder. But after that exchange, her sister would never let her hear the end of it if she went to the toilet right now. After all, she didn’t have to go badly anyways. The match would only last about an hour, and though some of the other female heroes complained about not having access to a bathroom during the match, Lina knew she was better than that. Her training as a fire mage including mastering control over her body. Lina confidently told herself that going now would have been a pleasant convenience for those who could not match her own willpower. Soon the final heroes were chosen and Lina was warped out to the arena. She quickly purchased her items and headed straight for the mid lane, gliding silently above the ground as she always did. Soon, her opponent emerged from the shadows. As she had been anticipating, it was Viper standing across the river from her. No matter how much Lina had prepared strategically, this was going to be a tough matchup. The first few minutes of the game went surprisingly well for Lina, and she was able to purchase a Bottle from the shop relatively early in the game. But as Viper began leveling up, his poison attacks slowly chipped away at Lina’s health. She managed to fend off the worst of attacks, though in doing so she blew a large chunk of her available mana. She soon was forced to take a swig from her Bottle, and the mysterious liquid inside worked to restore both health and mana. Viper continued to harass her though, and it didn’t take her long to drain the entire bottle. On her command, the animal courier hurried back to base, fetching a refill for Lina. In order to keep up with the rapidly strengthening Viper, Lina decided to help out her teammates with a couple ganks. This strategy paid off, and Lina ended up earning kills or assists on several enemy heroes. But her success came at the cost of her own health, and Lina ended up draining her Bottle a second and third time. All that liquid was now sloshing around in her stomach, but Lina ignored it for the moment, not thinking about the fact that all that liquid would have to go somewhere later on. -- By the 20-minute mark, Lina had established her presence in the game and was doing quite well. In the heat of battle, she had completely forgotten about needing to go, but that began to change as she started to feel a pressure in her lower abdomen. It had now increased to the point when she normally would have relieved herself, but right now she was stuck in the arena without a bathroom. There were still 40 minutes left in the match, but Lina proudly assured herself that she would be able to hold it as long as she needed to. Though she still found herself shifting her legs into a position that would ease the pressure just a little. -- Lina continued to fight, as spirited as ever. Soon she began to push the bottom lane to keep the enemy team under pressure. But without warning, two enemy heroes leaped out of the jungle, one of them landing a stun before she could even react. Outnumbered and immobilized, Lina went down quickly. It was only her second death of the game, but Lina still cursed under her breath. Immediately after her death, Lina was teleported back to the waiting room. As her body came down chaos of battle, Lina soon felt the urge to pee again, this time much more urgent. The bottles had begun to make her way through her and she shifted nervously at the feeling in her bladder. Glancing down at the display screen, Lina observed the clock sitting around the 30-minute mark. Lina figured there were still at least 20 minutes left the way the match was going. She refused to give up though, and adamantly decided she could hold it until the end.                 After a short time, Lina was teleported back to respawn, where she saw the allied Drow Ranger purchasing items from the shop. Something seemed off about her though, and Lina soon noticed that Drow was discreetly holding a hand between her thighs as the shopkeeper retrieved her item. Sure enough, as Lina passed by, Drow squirmed and muttered a complaint under her breath about the lack of bathrooms in the arena. Lina wasn’t about to admit that she was having the same problem too, but she felt a pang of sympathy for her teammate anyways as she pressed her own hand between her legs. --                After another 10 minutes all the liquid from her Bottle had hit her like a brick. She couldn’t keep still long enough to last hit and she got ganked again. This time, Lina was squirming and holding herself as she frantically waited to respawn. But in her stubbornness, Lina insisted that she could still hold on until the end of the match. If she couldn’t last hit, she’d just have to ambush the enemy in their own territory.                Once she respawned, Lina snuck across the river to the Radiant side. She still refused to admit it, but in her current state Lina was barely able to fight. Lina the Slayer didn’t exactly look intimidating with two hands between her crossed legs. But as determined as ever, Lina pressed on as the tension in her bladder consumed all her attention.                But even in her distracted state, Lina soon heard a voice as she crept through enemy territory.                “Too many healing salves…,” she heard a female voice mutter, sounding strangely exhausted. Lina instantly recognized the voice of her sister, and her mouth watered in anticipation of taking down her rival. As she crept closer, she heard her sister shuffling in place and then a faint trickling sound. This confused Lina, and she normally would act cautiously here, but just at that moment a dribble of pee had started to leak into her panties. Panicking at the thought of losing control, Lina rushed towards the source of the sound.                Lina flew around the corner, and to her great surprise, she saw Rylai squatting next to a tree, her eyes closed and a look of ecstasy on her face as she released a stream of urine onto the ground. Her ice-cold urine froze instantly as it hit the ground, creating a growing icy puddle beneath her. The sight made Lina desperate for the same relief, and she shoved both hands into her crotch, but it was no use. Lina collapsed onto her knees, soaking her fire-red skirt through her hands, her scalding urine creating another pool on the ground next to her sister’s. Losing control felt amazing as she finally let her body have the release she had been craving for so long. Her puddle soon met with her sister’s, creating a plume of steam at the interface where hot and cold met.                Lina had been so preoccupied with her own relief that she hadn’t noticed her sister had already finished and was staring straight at her, dumbfounded. In any other situation, the sisters would have thrown everything they had at each other in a flurry of fire and ice until one stood the victor. But for some reason, neither girl attacked. They both just sat there, surrounded by their own urine, the steam still rising between them. Perhaps the shared understanding of the other’s desperate situation had finally created some sympathy between the sisters. But no matter what the cause, by some unspoken agreement, they both silently got up and made their separate ways back into the battle.                As she made her way back to the Dire side, Lina felt that she should have been mad at herself for giving in to her body and failing to control her bladder. But she had to admit, letting go like that had been an absolutely liberating experience. The feeling of relaxation still spreading through her, Lina felt better than ever as she moved eagerly back into battle.
Welcome to Housemates Part 2.  Part 1, "Road Trip," can be found here, and the first two seasons of the Meagan & Parker show are available for trade.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Trouble With Housemates      “Okay, this is really weird,” Meagan said. “What is?” Parker asked. They’d just arrived back on campus and his mind was entirely on the next steps of unpacking and moving in. “They gave me a room and a key.” “Where?” “Franklin.” She looked at him. “But I asked to be off-campus…” “Hey, since I was about ready to smuggle you in: take it and run!” “But I can’t afford it, hon, you know that.” “Still. Take it and run. As far as we can go. Maybe they’ll wise up and kick you out, but for now? Just go with it. You were gonna be staying with me tonight anyway.” Meagan hesitated, fearful, the Ghost of Going Into Debt hovering behind her eyes—but then she said, “Well, I’m tired anyway, I’ll sort this out later.” They drove to Franklin House—a remarkably short trip after their long road journey, just out of the parking lot and across the busy street—and pulled up in the gravel driveway. Franklin House had a shabby grandeur to it, with two white pillars out front on the porch, but it had clearly been occupied by college kids for a long, long time. The side door was propped open, so they went in. The stairs ahead of them invited them up, but Meagan heard voices in the main room to the left, and went in search of people. Parker followed. The people she’d heard were Dacy and her friend/soon-to-be-roommate Zephyr, who were unpacking in the kitchen beyond the living room. Dacy squealed at the sight of Meagan and jumped up for a hug. This left Parker to say hi to Zephyr, who he’d met a few times before. She was just as petite as Dacy, except far more normally proportioned in the breast department, and pure brunette instead of blonde. But she had an adorably cute face and a perky smile—in some ways she was even more bubbly than Dacy. But she didn’t have the high-fashion streak that Dacy had, as Zephyr was wearing torn jeans and tie-dye. The two were quite a pair. The squeals of greeting brought another familiar face downstairs: Mitchell, Parker’s old roommate. Many hugs were exchanged, summers were summarized, and the conversation meandered for a minute before Meagan said, “So here’s something weird: they gave me a key to this place.” Dacy, Zephyr, and Mitchell all looked at Parker. “You didn’t tell her?” Dacy said. “All summer long?” Zephyr added. “Nice job, man. I was sure you were going to spoil it,” Mitchell said to Parker. “Tell me what?” Meagan demanded. “When Parker told us that you couldn’t afford to live in the dorm, because you were just a little short…” Dacy began. “Not having five thousand dollars isn’t ‘a little short.’” “Well, sure. But you were pretty close. So—” “We passed the hat!” Zephyr put in. “Each of us paid an extra three hundred bucks so you could live here,” Mitchell said. “What, all of you? All ten? But that’s only…” “Stop doing math in your head and listen!” Dacy chided. “The team put up another big chunk,” Parker said. “After that, you were less than a thousand short.” “So then we emailed some of your profs…” “Oh, my god,” Meagan said. “And when we counted everything up,” Mitchell finished, “We wound up with a couple hundred extra, so we had Ms. Bonham put that toward your tuition.” At this point Meagan was simply struck speechless. She had a hand over her mouth. “We were worried about getting Resident Life to go along with it, since you’d asked to be off-campus,” Dacy continued, “but it turns out they really hadn’t been happy about that, since your senior status helped get us Franklin in the first place…” “And Ms. Bonham told them it was legit not to ask you, since she’d been there when you decided, and knew you’d come back if you could…” “Ho. Lee. Fuck,” Meagan said. “You really did this?” She swung around on Parker. “And you knew?” “Yup.” “All summer?” “Pretty much.” “And you didn’t tell me?” “I wanted it to be a surprise.” “Plus we weren’t totally sure it would work, until Res Life finally signed off on it last week,” Mitchell added under his breath. “Oh, my god. Oh… I’m gonna cry…” Meagan tackled Dacy and Zephyr in the same hug, then moved on to Mitchell, and finally jumped Parker, kissing him with such fervor that Mitchell said, “Ewww, breeders! Get a room!” “Where is our room?” Meagan said, as she came up for air. “Up the stairs and turn left,” Mitchell said. “Dacy and I sorted out the room assignments so everyone can sleep with the person they want.” “With or without sex,” Dacy hastily qualified. “Without, in our case…” “Aw, darn!” Zephyr said. “Question: is there a bed big enough for two people in our room?” Meagan demanded. “You’ll need to shove two twin beds together, sorry.” “That’ll do.” Meagan turned to Parker. “Go find our sheets right now. Everyone else, I am so so so so grateful—not quite as grateful to have jaw-dropper sex with all of you, but… oh my god, you guys. You are the best!” Three weeks later… “Oh my god,” Meagan groaned as she collapsed onto the bed. “They are the worst.” “What now,” Parker mumbled. “Eleven people in this house,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “Seven of them girls, plus one gay man. The bathroom competition is getting fierce. At our next meeting can we designate one bathroom the Primp Zone, so the rest of us get a chance to get a piss in edgewise? Seriously, kids, I gotta go to class.” “I wouldn’t peg most of you as mirror hogs,” Parker said. “Lucy and Cara are barn girls, you’re pretty casual, Zephyr’s a let-it-all-hang out type…” “We’re not hogs, no, but we’re still girls. We all still do our hair—and for Randy, that ’fro takes a lot of doin’. Dacy and Cara get dolled up when they want to. Oh, and you guys aren’t totally off the hook, y’know. Mitchell definitely takes his time. Trav takes a long time in the shower, too.” “Wait. When you said ‘get a piss in edgewise’… was that for your benefit or mine?” “My benefit, thank you for asking.” It had become their code. If Meagan announced a need to pee and said it was for her benefit, then that told Parker his job was to shut up and find her a toilet. If she said it was for his benefit, however, then he was free to enjoy it—and prolong it, if he wanted. “Sorry.” “Blehh. I’m just glad I’m good at holding it. And that you’ve given me so much practice. It’s Zephyr I feel bad for.” “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about her.” “And it’s also Zephyr who’s been pi—ticking me off the most!” Zephyr:“So hey, guys, since we’re all here, can I ask something?” “What’s on your mind, Zeph?” “Would people be okay with me going topless? I always go topless when I’m at home, and this house already feels a lot like home to me. Can I do that?” Dacy came out in strong support: “Oh, girl, I’m so jealous, I wish I could! Yeah, please do!” Randy: “Whatever floats your boat. Not my style, but I won’t stand in your way.” Mitchell, the token gay: “I’ve got no problem with it!” Parker, Travis, and Zach, the three straight guys, all living with their girlfriends: “Abstain…” Zephyr:“I have such a small bladder! I’ve always gotta go!” Zephyr:“Wheeeeee! I’m so drunk… can y’help me to the bathroom before I piss my panties?” Zephyr:*Whimpering as she runs up the stairs toward Parker, who’s just come out of his room—running up the stairs with a hand clamped over her crotch, her small breasts not bouncing but jiggling with every step she jumps, her face the picture of desperation and helplessness* “Okay, so I’m not even gonna ask if she’s turning you on,” Meagan said. “She’s got to be.” “Less than you might think,” Parker said. “She’s got that little-girl vibe going, which isn’t really all that sexy.” “Oh, come on, Parker! She’s running around with no shirt and no bra! One time she was just in her panties! I swear, next week I’m gonna get full-frontal or something from her. And half the time she’s got her hands down her pants because she’s running to the bathroom. You have got to be turned on by this, don’t lie to me.” “You know I can’t lie to you anyway, love,” Parker said, really not liking the way this conversation was going. “Then look me in the eye and tell me how you’re reacting to all this.” He thought about it. “Yeah, she’s turning me on. Not as much as you do. You’ve got such a different style.” “Thank you for that addition,” Meagan growled. “Hey! I’m telling you the truth, love. Yeah, she turns me on. You get me off. I’m not happy that she turns me on, I’m not proud of it—but I am absolutely sure that you’re the one I want, not her.” “I know,” Meagan groaned. “I know. It’s like Dacy and the t-shirt all over again.” “Which, incidentally…” “I know!” Parker spread his hands. “Seven girls in this house. Even when they’re not running around with no shirts on, they do go around without a lot of clothes sometimes. And they’ve all gotta pee sometimes. We just can’t help it.” “I know I know I know I know...” Meagan said. “Gah! It’s nobody’s fault, I’m just—frustrated.” “Me too. Do you want a back rub?” She gave him a look. “Is this a play to get my shirt off and get me lying on my belly when my bladder’s full?” “…It might not be.” “Dude, I am pretty tired of this. And I’ve got class in twenty minutes—” “Neck rub. Shirt stays on, you can stay sitting up.” Her eyes narrowed. “What’s in it for you, then?” “I like rubbing my hands over your body. Regardless of level of clothing or fullness of bladder.” She smiled ruefully and shook her head—presumably at her own reaction, because she said, “Mmkay, I can work with that.” She sat on the floor so he could have the advantage of height. It was a very nice room they had. Large, high-ceilinged, with two big windows facing the front yard and the street beyond, but high enough up and set back (behind the porch roof) that it still felt fairly private. Here in early fall, when the days were still warm, they left the windows open and felt almost like they were living outside, it was so fresh and airy and open and sunlit, especially on mornings like this one. It could be a little loud from the traffic in the evening, but they were getting used to it as white noise. They’d decorated—well, mostly Meagan had decorated, though Parker had insisted on a poster or two. They’d shoved the two beds together and filled in the cracks creatively and now, for the first time in their whole relationship, they had a “bed” big enough for the both of them. They’d taken absolute advantage of that bed—eight or nine times, the first week. Even with their dead-sexy road trip, they still felt the need to make up for lost time over the summer. The one visit Meagan had managed to sneak from summer camp had been desperately needed, since they’d both been climbing the walls with horniness at that point, but the point was, it was the only sex they’d had over a seven-week period. Hence the gloriously sexy outburst of their road trip, and the delightful intimacy of sharing a room in a college house where everyone knew they were having sex and didn’t mind in the least. But they were finding that the house had its drawbacks. Maybe the worst problem with the house was that the walls and floors were not that soundproof. Even in the dorms, music from next door had often been a problem—that and the sounds of bouncing bedsprings, plus the occasional moan. Here in Franklin House, the walls and floor seemed paper-thin. Conversations could not only be occasionally overheard, but actually carried on from room to room. Plus Meagan and Parker’s room was on the second floor, which made it all the hotter in the late-summer heat, and the only way to cool off was to open the windows wide. At that point, they could hear every note and drumbeat of Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five” playing in Mitchell’s room—not a song noted for being penetrating. So when doing some penetrating of their own, Meagan and Parker had to bite their tongues and muffle their cries and think twice about doing anything actually on the bed, to avoid tell-tale creaking. Playing music of their own barely helped. They could tell, because they sometimes hear Zach and Cara getting it on despite those two being on the ground floor and on the other side of the house. And of course Parker’s kink was a factor. On the one hand, it was harder to do much of anything in the house. It was hard to know if the house was ever empty, with so many people coming at odd hours and with so many doors in and out of the house. Sex in the shower would be understood and smiled at but would also be extremely detectable if anyone came by. So they hadn’t done anything kinky since the road trip. The nearest they’d gotten was Meagan getting him off after the waiting-in-line/peeing-outside incident at Travis’ party. On the other hand, Parker now had an unexpected spread of turn-ons… or, from another angle, temptations. The lines for the bathrooms had begun forming immediately. There were only three, one downstairs and two up. It was still not uncommon to see several people waiting in the hall, especially in the mornings—which meant seeing Dacy in her t-shirt, or Zephyr in just shorts, fidgeting restlessly as they waited for Mitchell or Miranda to get out of the shower. But if anything, the parties were the best and the worst. After all, Meagan and Parker had met in a Franklin House party bathroom line. Travis was their dominant partier, an expert in getting the fun times rolling and the beer flowing. It was only three weeks into the year, and they’d already had their first keggers, including the one for Travis’s birthday. On party days, the lines could get huge. “It’s just a crowded house,” Parker said, as he worked on Meagan’s shoulders. “No way around it.” “Yeah.” Meagan sighed and leaned back against him. “I’m sorry, love. I do trust you; it’s just…” “I know. And I’m sorry I’m stressing you out. I wish I could just ignore it, but I can’t. If I made a big deal out of looking away, Zephyr might feel uncomfortable. Or figure me out, even worse.” “I don’t blame you. Much, at least. I just think we’ve got to figure out a way for us to have some fun of our own. Get your mind back on me.” “We used to be good at this, back in the roommate days.” “I know! Well, it’s housemate days now. We can do this.—But not right now, sorry, not with class in ten minutes.” “We’ll think of something.” “We will. Just wish we could think of a way for me to use the bathroom right now.” “I could find something in the kitchen, maybe?” She smiled and kissed his knee (the most easily accessible part of him). “It’s not just the peeing. I wanted at least a minute with the mirror.” “Don’t we have a mirror in the closet?” “The mirror and my makeup, which I left in there.” “You don’t wear makeup.” She laughed. “Parker, almost every girl does. I don’t make a thing about it, but I do have some.” “I didn’t know.” “Yeah, well, like I said—I generally go for the natural look. But even ‘natural’ takes a little help sometimes.” “You don’t need to do that for me, you know.” “What, you like it when I’ve got a zit on my nose?” “I hadn’t noticed.” “That’s ‘cause I use concealer, doofus.” “No, like I hadn’t noticed this morning until you mentioned it. I mean, I see it now that you’ve told me about it…” “Really? You didn’t see it? It was the first thing I saw.” He shrugged. “You look great to me, love. You always do.” She chuckled. “Sorry, hon, but your judgment is just a little suspect right now on account of horniness.” She glanced at the clock. “Crap crap crap. I’ve gotta go—in more than one way. I’d better get moving so I can pee before class, makeup or no makeup. It’s Professor Stoltz, I can’t be late.” “So if it turns out that clock is a little slow and you don’t have time before class starts, you’ll have to hold it the whole hour?” She smiled, a little distracted, her mind already on the day ahead. “Go right ahead and imagine that if you want, hon, but I’ve got the time. See you at lunch?” “Sure.” They kissed and she headed out, leaving the door of their room open behind her. Parker went to the window to watch her go. She wasn’t showing much, but he could see a bit of the telltale stiffness of her stride as she walked toward the road. Then, of course, she had to wait for traffic to clear a bit—and then she had to sprint across… he took a moment to imagine what that might feel like on her bladder. As he lost sight of her through the leaves of the trees, a rapid tapping caught his attention. He turned around. Zephyr was in the hall, in nothing but shorts, knocking at the bathroom door. She was marching in place, her other hand hovering near the knot in her shorts’ drawstring. There was a faint look of panic in her eyes—and her nipples were hard. Parker quickly looked away before she saw him, and clenched his fists tightly. This could be a long year… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, that's a nice place to stop, isn't it? With signs of trouble on the horizon?  Sorry that there's not a lot of fun stuff in this particular installment. Mostly I'm setting the scene, as you probably figured out, and advancing the plot a little. (Be on the lookout for foreshadowing, by the way.) But the fun starts ramping up next time, I promise.  Once again, if you'd like to acquire Seasons 1 and 2 (with their bonus stories, never published on omo.org), PM me about a trade. I accept:  stories, videos, and images you have permission to share original artwork (especially if it’s of Meagan) significant constructive feedback reviews (i.e., good publicity) asking nicely  I worked hard on the bonus content and the formatting, so please please please, let's make a deal! I want these stories read!
Miss Z couldn't believe what she heard.  She knew this land had its own unusual customs.  Everywhere she'd lived in did.  Different autumnal feast traditions existed in different lands, and some didn't have any at all.  On this local holiday, known as Summer's End, it was customary for bachelors to invite maidens to a public gathering and treat them to a lavish banquet.  She could believe that much.  She couldn't, however, believe what the maidens traditionally did to show their gratitude. Miss Z's roommate Miss M, a strong contender for the Queen of Autumn this year, had told her of it.  Miss K, her closest friend in this land, had told her of it.  Even her wise and honest mentor Mrs. H had told her of it.  She thought they were all making a jest.  No such thing could be widely practiced in polite society. Miss Z was overjoyed when Mr. D asked her to be his date to the Summer's End Banquet.  Miss M congratulated her for catching the eye of such an eligible bachelor, and gave her some friendly advice for the upcoming date.  Miss Z took that guidance with a dose of skepticism, and completely disbelieved the part about the display of gratitude.  Miss K helped her pick out an appropriate dress for the occasion, and reminded her of the display of gratitude that was expected of her.  Miss Z thought she was making sport of a newcomer's naïveté.  Mrs. H coached her on the etiquette and protocol of the event, and she trusted her to the point of the traditional display of gratitude, which she assumed was a joke the local woman had slipped in.   As she nervously lay awake the night before Summer's End, Miss Z wondered if the vulgar tradition of which she'd heard was true.  She quickly perished the thought.  Nothing of the sort could be found in any land, no matter how strange its customs. The next evening, Miss Z donned her new dress and primped and preened herself until she embodied this land's ideal of feminine beauty.  Mr. D escorted her to the Garden on the Hill, which had been furnished and decorated for the sumptuous outdoor feast that marked the Summer's End in the local tradition.  It was a gorgeous array of late-blooming flowers and flame-leafed trees.  Four long tables formed a semicircle around a gazebo, which housed a band and the throne of the Queen of Autumn. An opulent banquet was laid out.  The gentlemen paid for their dates to partake of it, and most brought additional food or drink they'd hand-picked for their sweethearts.  They ate only bread and butter and drank only water.  The Summer's End Banquet was for the pleasure of the ladies. Many of the men also brought gifts and love letters for the beautiful maiden who'd been selected as this year's Queen of Autumn.  She was left with a tableful of food and drink that was impossible for one woman to finish in one sitting, though she made a heroic effort. Miss Z had never seen such a feast in any of the lands she'd travelled.  There was roast goose, suckling pig, quiche, plum pudding, sweet and savory custards, and more kinds of fruit and cheese than she knew existed.  There was egg nog and various rich and exotic forms of coffee and fruit juice.  Mr. D's gift to her was a small spice cake coated with creamy glaze and candied fruit.  Each bite nearly overwhelmed her senses. Everything Miss Z saw before her looked delicious, and she tried to sample it all.  At first she ate slowly and delicately, conscious that doing otherwise would normally be considered unladylike, but she enjoyed herself with abandonment when she noticed the behavior around here.  The ladies were all eating with gusto.  Some wore bibs to protect their dresses from their sloppy eating, some spilled without care, some loosened their corsets to make more room in their stomachs, and some even belched without excusing themselves.  None of this wantonness was frowned upon.  The men seemed happy that their dates were happy, and happy to be in their company. They dined, chatted, listened to the music, and enjoyed the scenery and atmosphere of the last day of summer.  When the golden sunlight waned, the Garden on the Hill was lit with hundreds of small lanterns.  It was so beautiful it seemed like a dream. Just as the immensely full women were beginning to get sleepy, the Master of Ceremonies made an announcement: "The Queen of Autumn will now lead the customary display of gratitude." The Queen of Autumn rose from her throne and addressed her audience.  She spoke of how a good meal satisfies the spirit as well as the body.  She performed a call and response ritual with the ladies and gentlemen of the audience, telling of the women's happiness, the men's generosity, and the love that was growing in the hearts of both. She ended her speech with these words: "No exhibition can demonstrate the pleasure in our minds or in our hearts.  We can only demonstrate the pleasurable fullness of our organs of digestion and excretion.  Let us put that pleasure on display for the gentlemen who filled us with food, drink, and love this evening." What she did next made Miss Z's eyes bulge with disbelief and her heart race with fear.  She gathered up the back of her skirt, allowing the audience to see inside, and bent her knees into a half-crouch.  Her bloomers began to darken and glisten.  Dark trails appeared on her stockings.  A shimmering golden puddle formed on the stone walkway beneath her.  One by one, large lumps poked at the inside of her bloomers, then broke off and fell into the loose fabric between her legs, which drooped from their weight. Miss Z looked around the table.  To her left, crackling and trumpeting noises resounded from beneath Miss M's gown.  To her right, Miss K's pantaloons ballooned from the soft squelching matter being produced inside.  All along her side of the table the young women were grunting and sighing as they produced puddles, lumps, stains, and stenches.  The boys on the opposite side showed no signs of disgust.  The girls' bestial displays were instead met with smiles and kisses. Some faces on both sides of the table were looking at Miss Z, who seemed to be the only young lady with perfectly clean and dry clothes.  She'd never imagined it was possible, but she was embarrassed for not wetting or soiling herself.  She could scarcely look Mr. D in the face.   Miss Z tried as hard as she could, but was only able to manage a faint trickle, much to the disappointment of her date.  She was too ashamed to explain her failure.  She'd received ample instructions, but had foolishly ignored them.  All she could do was hope that things went better on the next holiday.
Warning: mentions of  behavior that some might consider abusive and alcoholism Gavin stood at the forges. He was working at his father's blacksmith shop, as he did every day, except Sunday. It was hot and he was tired but he knew there was a lot more work to be done by the end of the day. But he would have to have a short break before too long. He needed to relieve himself. The need wasn't too bad, though, so he worked for a while longer and got to an appropriate stopping point in his work. Then he decided he really should go, before he got too involved in his next task. He made for the door. His father, Steph, was beside him in an instant. “Where do you think you're going ?” Steph asked. “We're behind schedule! There is more work to be done!” “But can i please just-” Gavin started but was cut off by Steph. “No, whatever it is. Get back to work.” “But I just need to-” Gavin tried again. “Whatever you need to do can wait until after work” Steph stated. “But-” Gavin said quietly, before giving up and returning to his place. His father was in a dangerous mood today. Gavin tried to concentrate on his work, and managed for another hour or so, before the need began to make that difficult. He could barely stand still. And it hurt. He continued working. But finally he decided that if he continued while he was this distracted, he would make a mistake. He had to go now! He walked toward the door. “It's not time to leave yet” said Steph, coming  toward him. “Please can I just -”  started Gavin, but Steph was looking angry. “Whatever it is that you want to do, it can wait.” “But it will only take a minute “ protested Gavin. Though normally he was a gentle soul, he had to bite back a curse as the first spurt of pee dampened his undergarments. If he cursed at his father, he might get hit. “And we're only working for another half an hour, “said Steph. “Then you can do whatever you want to, as long as you're not in the way. But Gavin couldn't hold it for another half an hour. Another, longer spurt came out, and then he couldn't hold it anymore. Pee began to run down his legs and pool on the stone floor. He was wetting himself in front of his father. He stared at his feet. Steph’s dark eyes narrowed. His face grew red. He gripped Gavin’s shoulder roughly and Gavin looked up, his eyes meeting Steph's. “Disgusting boy,” snarled Steph. “I can't believe my son would wet himself like a two year old. Clean up this mess and get out of my sight. “ Gavin got a rag and began to clean the floor.  He felt like crying, but he refused to cry when his father could see him. Why was Steph so hard on him all the time? Why didn't Steph love him? He vaguely remembered that things had been better when he was younger, before his mother had died. They had been a happy family.  But after her death, instead of comforting his only son, Steph had turned to alcohol to comfort himself, and had pushed Gavin away. He went to the tavern every night, and he was angry when he was drunk. Few days went by when he didn't yell at Gavin. Occasionally, he hit Gavin. Never full on beatings or anything,  but it still hurt. Gavin tried to be a dutiful son, tried to retain his gentle nature, but it was difficult. Thats why Gavin spent so many nights at his best friend Jeth's house. In fact, he would go there now. He stood up and walked out the door. He got out of the town as quickly as he could, and walked the short way through the countryside to the farm Jeth and his father, Joseph, lived on. Joseph had always been welcoming to Gavin. Oh, how Gavin sometimes envied Jeth. Though Jeth's mother, Sarah Vansdotter, had died when Jeth was young, Joseph had not turned to drinking. He was a good father to Jeth. Gavin turned down Jeth's driveway and walked toward the house. Almost immediately, a blur of brown fur raced toward him, stopping in front of him. It was Jeth's hound dog, Arlo. Arlo sniffed at Gavin excitedly and stood on his hind legs, placing his front paws on Gavin’s shoulders and trying to lick his face. “Hey, you rascal,” said Gavin, petting the dog. “I'm glad to see you too.” Jeth came down the driveway at a more sedate pace. “Arlo, get off him!” he called, and Arlo dropped to all four paws immediately.        “ Hullo, Gavin,” said Jeth. Then noticing the look on Gavin’s face, asked, “hey, what's wrong?” Gavin looked at the ground in shame. “promise you won't laugh?” He asked. “I won't laugh” Jeth assured him. “we were busy at the shop” Gavin said, “and father's in an awful mood. I had to go to the bathroom, but he wouldn't let me. And I, um, I had an accident. He said to clean up the mess and get out of his sight. So I came here.” Jeth smiled and put a hand on Gavins shoulder, in a much friendlier way than Steph had earlier. “You can borrow some clothes from me. Come on in the house. You want to stay the night? Father's making stew.” Gavin hesitated. “are you sure your father won't mind?” “course I am. He loves you. You're like another son to him.” said Jeth.     Gavin looked stunned, then smiled. The two boys turned and walked into the farmhouse,  at peace with the world, for the moment.
Based on a prompt by @TheMaskedVoid. I want to share a funny, embarrassing, but strangely pleasurable experience I had a couple years ago. It was Thanksgiving, so a lot of relatives were in town.  My mom's brother and his wife stayed at our house for two nights.  It wouldn't normally be unusual or uncomfortable for me, but a lot had happened in my uncle's life since he was here last.  He had a new wife and a teenage step-daughter. This girl—let's call her Jill—was in the same grade as me, and as good-looking as any girl I'd noticed at school.  She was a strawberry blonde a head or so taller than me with a very developed feminine figure.  Thanks to the ridiculously warm weather we were having that fall she was disturbingly underdressed the first time I saw her.  She was wearing tight jean-shorts and a blouse made of material so thin it might as well have been tissue paper.  My family always hugs when we see each other, but the hug from Jill almost gave me a heart attack. Now, it was normally a little bit awkward to have a female cousin staying in the bedroom next to me, using the same bathroom as me, walking by my door at night half-dressed etc.  This time it was someone I didn't really know who wasn't really related to me.  I knew I was gonna be on edge the whole time this girl was in my home. I'll cut straight to the most awkward part.  It was the wee hours of the night after Thanksgiving.  Something woke me up in the middle of the night.  I laid there a while trying to get back to sleep and inevitably thinking about the nubile young woman sleeping on the other side of my wall.  Much to my surprise I heard her whispering at my door. "Are you awake?" Jill asked.  My heartbeat sped up and my nerves all went on alert.  Why was she talking to me? "Yes," I meekly squeaked. "Can I come in?" she asked.  After wrestling with my fight-or-flight instincts I jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes.  As I was making myself decent, she said, "I need you to help me with something."  My heart pounded faster, my nerves stretched tighter, and I started to feel light-headed. "Yes," I faintly croaked between shallow breaths.  "You can come in," I timidly added when it seemed like she hadn't heard me. I was worried she'd be wearing something seductive, or nothing at all.  When she stepped into my room I saw it was the polar opposite.  She had on loose-fitting pink one-piece pyjamas—the kind with attached socks on the feet and a zipper down the back.  It was an odd choice of sleepwear for a young woman of her age, but I was thankful for the utter unsexiness.  My nerves and pulse were just starting to settle down when she told me why she was in my bedroom. "I need you to unzip me," she said.  Noticing I was at the brink of heart failure, she cleared up what she meant a moment later.  "My zipper's stuck.  I can't get it to go down.  I need another set of hands."  She was talking quickly and nervously, and I guessed she felt at least some fraction as uncomfortable as me.  The situation wasn't as serious as I'd thought, but it was still amazingly awkward. "Wouldn't your mom be better at this?" I asked. "She's asleep." "Or my mom?  Or your dad?" "Everybody's asleep but us." "Then why don't you go back to sleep and worry about it in the morning?" "I gotta go to the bathroom," she explained.  I was starting to see why she looked so nervous.  "Like, really, really bad," she added a moment later. "Let's take a look at that zipper," I said when it seemed I had no other choice. My hands were shaking.  My brain couldn't block out the knowledge that there was a shapely naked female torso under that zipper.  Even just seeing her shoulder blades made me sweat.  I'd be seeing a lot more if I succeeded in unzipped her.  If I unzipped her too far I could be seeing a lawsuit. Jill was nervous too.  She kept fidgeting around, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and even jerking away sometimes when she felt my hands touching her. The zipper had grabbed a mouthful of fabric off her pyjamas.  After messing with it a few minutes I freed the fabric, but something was still wrong.  The zipper didn't want to move up or down.  Each time it went a little way the track it would stop again.  I wasn't making any headway. "Hurry up!" Jill whisper-yelled impatiently.  "It's an emergency!" After hearing that I gave the zipper the hardest yank I could.  The tab came right off and flew into my closet. "What just happened?" Jill asked. "I jerked it too hard and now I can't use my hands on it," I said.  I cringed when I realized how that sounded.  "The little tab thingy that you pull on came off.  Now I can't get a grip on the zipper." "Well do something," Jill said, squirming urgently. I ran to my desk and got a pair of scissors out of a drawer. "Hey!  What do you think you're doing?" "It's an emergency isn't it?" "I don't wanna ruin my PJs!" "They're gonna..." I started to say before shutting my mouth.  I had the sense to stop myself before telling her she'd ruin her pyjamas if she had an accident in them.  "I'll get the pliers," I said once I'd reconsidered. I left my room and headed to the kitchen where I'd remembered seeing needle-nose pliers in a drawer.  I tried to move fast 'cause Jill's issue was urgent.  I also tried to move quietly 'cause everyone else was asleep.  I ended up moving pretty slow.  I opened every drawer in the kitchen, but failed to find a single pair of piers.  I wound up getting a pair of forceps from my dad's fishing vest. When I got back to my room Jill was in really bad shape.  She was sitting backwards on my desk chair with one of her feet under her.  I never saw anyone sit like that, but I guess it was helping her keep her contents inside.  She wasn't sitting still though.  She was squirming worse than before.  She was also sweating very noticeably. "I thought you were never gonna come back," she said when I walked in the room.  She didn't sound like she was yelling at me this time.  She had a very worried look in her eyes, and was obviously glad to see me. I got the forceps into the hole where the tab used to be, but it was hard to get the leverage I needed to move the zipper up or down.  I thought it might go better if I wasn't crouching like this. "Can you stand up?" I asked. When Jill got out of the chair she suddenly gasped in panic and grabbed the seat—not the crotch—of her pyjamas.  An instant later I heard a noise I never though I'd hear from a girl's tush.  All this time I was assuming she had to pee, but she actually had to poop.  I thought about all that Thanksgiving dinner coming down the pipeline.  Things could get really messy if I didn't unzip that zipper. I fiddled around with the forceps 'til the zipper started moving.  I got it to go all the way up to her neck, but when I tried to move it down it wouldn't budge at all.  I was back where I started. "Get going!" Jill shouted mutedly.  "Get it back down already!  This is really an emergency!" "I can't," I replied.  "I'm doing the best I can."  I was pulling harder and faster now, but all that did was make the forceps slip out of the hole in the zipper and make me almost fall on the floor. "It's a really, really serious emergency!" she said as if I didn't know already. "Are you sure you don't wanna just cut it off?" "I'm not gonna wreck my PJs!  I looked everywhere before I found a pair like this!" "That's 'cause you're the only girl over the age of 7 who wants to dress this way," I thought, but didn't say out loud. Now Jill was shaking worse than ever, she sounded like she was hyperventilating, her face was red as a beet, and there were tear-drops as well as sweat-drops streaming down.  I kept missing the hole when I tried to grip the zipper with the forceps. "It's too late!" she eventually announced.  "Back off!  I'm just gonna get it over with!" I backed up 'til I was sitting on my bed.  The gentlemanly thing to do would've been to look away at her time of bodily function-induced humiliation, but I was too stunned to think of that.  I sat there stupidly with wide open eyes and probably open mouth too. Jill sprouted a tail.  It must've been a foot long by the time it finished growing.  Then it broke and she had something the size and shape of a banana resting in the crotch of her pyjamas. Nothing much happened in the next few minutes.  I sat motionless while she stood motionless.  Her breathing got slower and quieter 'til it was almost normal.  My body also came down from red alert. "At least it's hard," I said, breaking the silence to put my foot in my mouth. Jill gave me a look, and I tried to explain myself. "I mean, your poo won't leave a stain," I said, putting my other foot in my mouth. She continued looking at me, and she continued not saying anything, and I continued trying to save face. "I mean, I wasn't looking, but I noticed you did a solid poo," I said.  I'd now done the impossible—I'd put a third foot in my mouth.  Jill ended up not responding to any of the dumb things I said. "I needed that," she sighed.  "Now it's not an emergency anymore.  Like, we can take it slow." Without our shaking and our frantic thinking the zipper problem wasn't that hard to solve.  I managed to find the tab, fit it back where it went, and bend the metal so it wouldn't come off again.  With a little squirt of cooking spray the zipper moved along the tracks pretty good.  I unzipped the pyjamas halfway down Jill's back and trusted her to do the rest.  She was finally ready for the bathroom.   Through the thin wall I could hear the splash of her disposing of her accident and the plops and sprinkles of her taking care of the rest of her business. She stopped by my room once more before she went to bed.  She still looked like she'd been through a disaster, but she was smiling, and her messed-up looks just made her smile seem sweeter. "Thanks for your help.  My PJs are gonna be just fine.  Like, there's only an itty-bitty stain nobody's ever gonna notice.  Sorry you had to see that...and smell that." "It's no biggie," I said.  The grossness was actually nothing compared to the stress of the whole experience. "This'll be our little secret, okay?" I wish I'd thought of something clever or flirtatious to say then, but all I managed was, "Uh-huh." Then we both went to bed, although I spent a lot of time laying awake thinking about the strange events that had just taken place. Even though that night was the most awkward experience imaginable it made things a lot less awkward between me and Jill.  We have a sort of a comfortable closeness now.  Not like family, though.  I don't think about family the way I think about her.
Just a little scene I just wrote for fun. Don't know if there are any Yuuri!!! on Ice fans around here, but have a cute little Yuuri/Victor omo ficlet anyway. It had not gone well. And little wonder, given the fact that the moment he stepped out on the ice, Yuuri discovered that he really, really had to pee. How are you supposed to do a quadruple toe loop when you’re desperate for the toilet? Let alone a salchow or flip. Yuuri fumbled with his skates the moment he got off the ice, hands shaking. The kiss and cry was a no go. He had to run right now if he was going to make it in time. ‘Yuuri?’ Victor’s voice called, but he didn’t have time to listen. He ran. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ The nearest bathroom wasn’t far, but he had to stop twice along the way to cross his legs and grab himself through his costume. Luckily, no one was watching. He made it inside, locked the door, began to fumble with his costume, and . . . ‘No! Shit . . .’ He had no way of stopping it, and he moaned pathetically as his pee came out, soaking his costume. Yuuri had never felt so ashamed in his life. Here he was, a grown-ass skating champion, pissing himself because he failed to make it to the bathroom on time. Skating had probably made it more difficult to hold it. He slid to the floor and sobbed. There came a knock on the door. ‘Yuuri?’ Victor’s voice was filled with concern. ‘Yuuri, are you okay?’ ‘I . . . I’m fine!’ Yuuri knew he didn’t sound especially convincing as his voice cracked. ‘Just . . . go away!’ ‘Are you sick?’ ‘Y—no, I’m . . . yes, I’m . . .’ Shit. ‘Let me in, Yuuri.’ ‘No. Just go away.’ ‘Are you upset because it didn’t go well?’ Yuuri almost laughed. If only Victor knew. ‘No. Yes. Just . . . please.’ It came out as barely a whisper. ‘Please just go.’ He heard Victor sigh. ‘No. I refuse to go when you’re in there by yourself feeling like crap. Just let me in so I can help you. Okay? If you won’t let me in as your coach, at least let me in as your boyfriend.’ Yuuri closed his eyes. It was hard to argue with Victor when he sounded like that, so earnest and sincere and loving. Finally, he stood on shaky legs and unlocked the door. It opened at once, and Victor stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him. ‘Yuuri, what—?’ He frowned. Looked at Yuuri and then down on the floor where a puddle had formed. ‘Oh dear.’ Yuuri couldn’t look at him. ‘I’m gross,’ he mumbled. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘You had to pee that badly? That’s why it went so poorly out there?’ ‘. . . yes.’ Yuuri felt tears sting his eyes. ‘I ruined the costume, too . . .’ Victor shook his head. ‘It can be dry-cleaned.’ He sighed. ‘Okay, I’ll go get you some dry clothes. I’ll be right back.’ Yuuri locked the door behind Victor and, for lack of anything better to do, sat down on the toilet and hugged himself. What now? Was Victor disgusted with him? He should be. Yuuri felt mortified, but he knew that Victor would have had to see it in the end regardless, or he would have been stuck in this bathroom forever. A few minutes later, there was another knock. ‘Yuuri? It’s me.’ Yuuri unlocked the door again, and Victor entered, locking the door again behind him. He carried a bag, and set it down away from the puddle on the floor. ‘Sorry,’ Yuuri muttered. ‘I should clean that up.’ ‘It’s okay,’ said Victor. ‘I’ll clean it. You just get changed. I brought a towel, so you can clean up a little.’ Yuuri started to undress. Even though he and Victor were frequently naked together, he still turned his back. He pulled off the sopping wet leotard, swallowing back a sob. It was just so embarrassing. He turned to the sink, soaking a wad of paper towels so he could clean his crotch and legs. He noticed to his chagrin that the touch made him half hard, in spite of everything. Yuuri dried himself with the towel. He heard Victor go up to the sink to rinse something and glanced sideways. He’d brought a rag, which was now soaked in urine. ‘Fuck,’ Yuuri mumbled, pulling on clean underwear. ‘This sucks . . .’ ‘Don’t worry about it, lyubimiy. It happens.’ ‘Not to skating champions in their twenties . . .’ He felt a hand on his shoulder. ‘Hey.’ Yuuri turned his head to meet Victor’s gaze. His expression was kind. ‘I said it’s okay. It doesn’t matter.’ He pulled at Yuuri’s shoulder so he would turne to face him, and put his arms around him, hugging him close. ‘I love you no matter how many times you wet yourself.’ Yuuri laughed in spite of himself, and put his arms around Victor in turn, burying his face in his shoulder. ‘I love you too.’ They stood like that for a moment. Then Victor uttered a puzzled, ‘hm’, and stepped back, looking pointedly down at Yuuri’s crotch. ‘What’s this, then?’ Yuuri quickly turned around again, pulling a pair of jeans out of the bag. ’N-nothing.’ ‘Nothing? Cause I felt that.’ ‘You . . . you were just really close. I . . .’ ‘You don’t get hard every time I hug you, Yuuri.’ ‘Does it matter? This isn’t the time.’ Victor’s arms encircled him from behind, his hand sliding down his bare stomach towards the waistband of his boxer-briefs. ‘It’s kind of hot, though. Is it cause you . . . felt embarrassed? Cause I know embarrassment can sometimes make me feel kind of excited.’ ‘It’s not! I’m not . . .’ But Yuuri couldn’t lie to Victor, no matter how much he wanted to, and he sighed. ‘Yeah. That’s probably it.’ ‘Then let me help you.’ Victor’s hand disappeared into Yuuri’s underwear, and Yuuri hissed as he wrapped his hand around his cock, making him fully hard. ‘Mm, that’s it, my love. Doesn’t that feel better?’ Yuuri’s head drooped forward and he nodded. ‘Yeah.’ Victor stroked him slowly with nimble fingers, and then he pulled down Yuuri’s underwear again. ‘Won’t do to stain these, too,’ he murmured and placed a soft kiss just behind Yuuri’s ear. Yuuri groaned. ‘Mm, there’s a good boy.’ Victor stroked faster, and Yuuri moaned. ‘That’s it.’ Yuuri’s breathing came in short, ragged bursts. ‘I have to pee again,’ he gasped without thinking, and Victor chuckled softly in his ear. Victor manoeuvred Yuuri over towards the toilet and lifted the lid and seat with his free hand. ‘Come for me first?’ It was all the encouragement Yuuri needed, because he was already pretty close, and he came with a soft whimper, cum shooting into the toiletbowl. Victor kept his hand on his dick, and a moment later Yuuri peed again. ‘There you go.’ Victor kissed the back of his head. ‘You’ve been very good for me, Yuuri.’ He pulled Yuuri’s underwear back on and turned him around again so he could kiss him. Yuuri sighed into the kiss, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. ‘Did that feel good?’ asked Victor, pulling back to look into Yuuri’s eyes. Yuuri only nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and leaned forward to kiss Victor again, because that was all he wanted. ‘You stay here and get dressed,’ said Victor after a couple of minutes of this. ‘I told them you were ill, so I’ll just go give the press some platitudes, and we’ll head back to the hotel. Yes?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Maybe we can have some more fun when we get there, hm? Cause I’m feeling pretty excited now, too.’ Victor winked, and then he left the bathroom. Yuuri locked the door, sighed, and put on his clothes. Having some fun in their hotel room didn’t sound like a half bad idea, and he adjusted his junk. Maybe he should do this again some time. Edited November 29, 2018 by ThornWild (see edit history)
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. All of these are female and there is no wetting involved. Maybe add light wetting if you want but it would basically be desperation and ultimately making it just in time.  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. Only the mother would actually be depicted peeing as the daughter is implied and mentioned to have adapted to it after the mother's demonstration. 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 all the time. She tries to drown him out or ignore him but finds she can't.  She's embarrassed by peeing or maybe pooping or maybe can't do both but the point is 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 about it.  A  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 account but I want to see someone else do it. Granted this could somewhat fall into BDSM which you said you wouldn't do so I'm expecting you to probably not take this one. 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 and finds a way out of it. Again I did this on my old account but want to see someone else do it now.  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 want to see someone else do it.
This is a chapter of The Extreme Fetish Series I wrote on fimfiction. It has Sunset Shimmer - a pony turned human - wetting and messing her pajamas after being tied up for an extended period of time on a dare. (Don't worry, she finds it enjoyable) Contains farts, too. I thought someone here would be interested to read it, and I think, between having a lot of wetting in it and the messing being pretty standard, it's good enough for here. Note: One of my more extreme fantasies, though apparently there are people with more extreme fetish fantasies, and I hope this isn't the weirdest fantasy someone here has had. If you want one for Sunset only wetting her pajamas, try Equestria Girls Short Stories, Sunset Shimmer's Desperate Night, or Sunset Shimmer's Bath. Edit: The person I posted this for doesn't like bondage. It's a turn-off to him, so he probably won't like this. Therefore I'm thinking about deleting this one, but I need input from my number one fan first. If she wants it to stay up, and anyone else finds it enjoyable, it will stay here. Sunset Shimmer's Dare (or Extreme Sunset Fetish) In the Equestria Girls world, Rainbow Dash and Applejack were away on a big trip to another city for a sports competition. Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie were with them, Twilight wanting to go to a museum, Fluttershy wanting to go to a petting zoo, and Pinkie Pie wanting to throw a big party for Rainbow Dash and Applejack once their competitions were over. Sunset Shimmer and Rarity stayed behind, as Rarity had a deadline to finish, which she had on the second day the others were gone for, and Sunset had a dentist appointment on the same day. They didn't mind too terribly, though, and on the night of the second day, when all they needed to do was done, they had a sleepover at Rarity's house. After a pillow fight, it came time for Truth or Dare. "Rarity, truth or dare?" "Truth." "What's your deepest, darkest, secret?" "Can you ask me something else?" "You can't change the question." "I really don't want to tell anyone this..." "You can give me ANY dare you want after this. Even if it's pulling my pants down and spanking me 50 times!" Sunset blushed lightly, for she wanted Rarity to do this. "ANY dare?" "You got it." "Well... Two months ago, the sirens tied me up, and gave me a spanking. And they made me fart a lot. And they made me wet myself and soil myself. Only Applejack and Pinkie Pie found out, and Applejack punished the sirens, but... I've only ever told Applejack this, but a part of me enjoyed all of it. Too much, for someone as ladylike as me." She was blushing beet red now. "And, I've been asking her to get fart powder for me often, because I... I really love to fart. And, some nights, I stand in the shower and pee myself. Twice I even got Applejack to do the same thing to me that the sirens did. I think I have a fetish for all that." "Wow," said Sunset. "I never would have guessed." "So, there you have it. I hope you won't think any differently of me..." "Not at all," said Sunset. "I have fetishes too. Everyone does. And a deal's a deal. Give me any dare you can think of, no matter how extreme. Unless it's something like turning into a demon and attacking people again." "Well..." A devious grin spread across Rarity's face. "Sunset, truth or dare?" "Dare, of course." "I dare you to let me tie you up and do whatever I want to you for as long as I want!" Sunset felt a little nervous at this, but she wasn't about to back out of her deal with Rarity. They walked into the basement, where Rarity set up an old mattress she rarely used anymore, and had Sunset get on it. Sunset was sure, so she wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. Rarity tied both of Sunset's feet together, and her hands behind her back. Rarity had gotten a box full of cans of Coca Cola for the sleepover, because she knew it was Sunset's favorite drink. Sunset had already drank three cans tonight, and Sunset had her drink two more. This isn't so bad. She's giving me my favorite drink. "Raise your rear end in the air," said Rarity. Sunset did as she was told, her heart pounding. Was Rarity really about to do what she thought she was? SLAP! Sunset let out a squeal of pleasure as Rarity slapped her butt. Her pajama pants were still up, but Sunset loved it either way. This was her biggest fetish. Rarity swatted Sunset's rear a total of 20 times. "Oh, your poor bottom must be in so much pain," said Rarity once she was finished. Sunset's butt did hurt, but she didn't mind, having greatly enjoyed the spanking. "Would you like a butt massage?" said Rarity, who couldn't stop staring at Sunset's butt and how cute it looked in her pajama pants. Sunset had the biggest and cutest butt of any of her friends, including Rarity herself. "Sure," said Sunset. "If that's what you want to do, I mean." She blushed a little. Rarity rubbed Sunset's butt. It felt so soft against her hands, and she liked the feel of the fabric of her pajamas as well. Sunset was enjoying this as much as Rarity, and couldn't hold in her sigh of satisfaction. But, after about five minutes, she couldn't hold in something else either. FFFFFRRRRRRRT! "Ooh, Sunny, what did you eat?" said Rarity as she took a whiff of the fart. Sunset blushed. "I'm so sorry Rarity. I didn't mean to..." "It's not your fault. It's mine for putting fart powder in your drink. You are going to get really gassy." So, Rarity was going to make her fart? She sure kept up her ladylike facade well when she was with the others. It was still a little embarrassing. PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFTTT! Sunset let out another loud fart for about 9 seconds. Rarity didn't stop rubbing Sunset's tush, and inhaled deeply. "Let me know if you get hungry or thirsty," said Rarity. Rarity had the heat on in the basement, so Sunset was starting to sweat. After half an hour of farting, Sunset told Rarity she was thirsty, so Rarity gave her three cans of coke - each containing fart powder. In-between farts Rarity would sniff Sunset's butt. Sunset thought this was a little weird, but mostly coming from Rarity, and she secretly liked it. An hour into the dare, Sunset felt something else inside her. "Rarity... When are you going to untie me?" "The night before the other girls get back." "But that's four days from now! I can't hold it that long!" "Hold what?" Rarity was feeling a little aroused. "I have to go to the bathroom. I drank what, eight cans of pop?" BBBBRRRRRRT! "Just hold it," said Rarity. "Or go in your pajama pants." "I can't! It would be way too embarrassing." She let out a quiet, airy fart for about 14 seconds, which Rarity heard. "The dare was I could do anything I wanted to you for as long as I said." "Right," said Sunset, who was regretting asking Rarity's deepest secret now and knew where this was going. "I'll just hold it." "For four days? I don't think so. Things are going to get wet before this is over." Sunset fidgeted, struggling against her bonds, but Rarity had tied them tight and she couldn't get out of them on her own. When Sunset's farting began to decrease, Rarity gave her three more cans of coke, which she reluctantly accepted. Another hour later she really needed to go, and in her current position she couldn't hold herself or even cross her legs. It didn't help that Rarity kept slapping her behind, causing jolts of pain and excitement, and then rubbing it, causing relaxation, both of which nearly made her lose control. Another half hour later, when Rarity slapped Sunset's rear, she accidentally leaked a little into her red panties, and let out a whimper. Then Rarity gave Sunset another butt massage, causing her to leak for about five seconds, dampening the crotch of her pajama pants. "I don't think I can hold it," said Sunset. "I have to pee REALLY badly!" "Just let it all out," said Rarity. "Relax. Think of how much you're enjoying me rubbing your tushie." Sunset couldn't deny, while most of her concentration was on her very full bladder, part of her was still enjoying Rarity's hands caressing her rear. She started to relax a little, leaking for seven seconds this time and forming a dark spot on her crotch, while at the same time farting loudly. "You don't want me to pee all over the mattress, do you?" said Sunset. "That's what I got it for!" said Rarity. "Nowadays I only use this mattress when Pinkie comes over. Sometimes she drinks too much pop and cider, and wets the bed." She slapped Sunset's butt lightly, causing Sunset to squeal and let another spurt of pee leak into her underwear. Ten minutes later, Sunset fidgeted more, and leaked for four seconds on a loud 15-second fart. Her leaks quickly became more frequent, as her bladder was quivering and she was losing control. She knew she was about to burst, and that Rarity wouldn't untie her. Then, came a leak Sunset couldn't stop. Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. She tried as hard as she could to stop her stream, but she couldn't. Sunset was peeing herself all the way. She blushed with embarrassment as she soaked the crotch and legs of her purple pajama pants. Despite her humiliation, Sunset couldn't help but sigh in relief. It did feel nice to let go after holding it in so long, and she had to admit to herself, she liked the warm feeling of the pee soaking her crotch and running down her legs, as well as some naughty pleasure from doing something like this. She peed for about a minute and 15 seconds, farting twice in the middle of it, and enjoyed the feeling of relief when it was done. Her pajama pants were wet, and so was a large section of the mattress. Rarity got Sunset into a sitting position so she was sitting in her puddle of pee. She made Sunset drink the last four cans of coke, saying she'd get some tomorrow. Sunset let out several wet farts as she sat in her wet pajamas for another two hours, in the middle of which Rarity gave her three glasses of water. After the two hours, Sunset had to pee really badly again. She'd hate to admit it, but she had really enjoyed wetting herself once. She knew Rarity would force her to do it again, but she didn't want her to know how much she wanted to. "I have to go pee," said Sunset. "Again." "Well, what are you waiting for?" said Rarity. Sunset let out a fake sigh, and began peeing like a race horse. She blushed lightly but gave a deep, satisfied sigh as she felt the warm wetness re-wet the crotch of her pants, further soaking her butt which had been damp from sitting on the wet section of mattress before. Once she was done peeing, she let out a loud fart, and giggled. "You're really enjoying this aren't you," said Rarity. Sunset blushed more. Rarity simply got her back facedown and on her knees, slapped her pee-soaked butt 15 times - though a little more lightly than before - and then rubbed it, loving every time Sunset accidentally farted on her, and Sunset couldn't hide how much she loved it. Once Rarity was done, she gave Sunset five glasses of water, and set her on her side. "I'm going to bed now. Good night, Sunny." "Good night Rarity," said Sunset. ... Sunset woke up. She initially struggled against the ropes, before remembering the position she was currently in. Her pants and mattress were still damp. She needed to pee more than her usual morning pee. So, she sat up and let it all out in her pants, sighing of relief and giggling. She could see why Rarity loved this so much. It was also arousing for her, and she might have discovered a new fetish. "Good morning, Sunny," said Rarity as she walked into the room, wearing her usual purple skirt. Sunset farted loudly. "Good morning, Rares." Rarity gave Sunset a bowl of her favorite cereal for breakfast. She gave her three glasses of water, and left to get some coke. Sunset released a flurry of wet farts while Rarity was gone, giggling with each fart. When Rarity returned, she went back to slapping and rubbing Sunset's butt, while giving her cans of coke, Sprite, or root beer, which she had now gotten a lot of. At noon, by which time Sunset had peed again, Rarity gave Sunset some hot dogs and a big plate of beans. Sunset liked these foods but rarely ate them around her friends because it made her gassy. But, she felt no shame of farting in front of Rarity, and thought it was fun. By now her pajama pants smelled of pee and farts, with a bit of sweat. Her panties, twice as much. But, Rarity seemed to like it. At about 3:00, Sunset said "I have to pee, REAL bad!" Intending to hold it as long as she could so she could enjoy the wetting more. "So do I," said Rarity. She stood above Sunset so that she was between her legs, and hiked up her skirt so that Sunset could see her purple panties. "Rarity, what are you-" She paused as a thick stream of pee cascaded on her, soaking what parts of her were still dry within seconds, while Rarity sighed in relief. Sunset couldn't believe it - Rarity was peeing on her. Through her panties. She had heard of this somewhere before. This was called a golden shower, and she liked it. A combination of excitement and the warm wetness of the shower caused Sunset to start peeing as hard as she could. She had never known this could be so fun. Once both girls finished wetting themselves, Rarity spanked Sunset 30 times, and massaged her tush to make the pain go away. Rarity stayed in her wet panties the entire day. For supper, Rarity gave Sunset a big plate of chili and some hot dogs. With some fart powder sprinkled on. Sunset peed a few more times that day, and farted more times than she or Rarity could count, but she was greatly enjoying this. ... On Day 3, Sunset woke up to find her pants soaking wet, instead of the dampness from yesterday morning. She had peed in her sleep. She figured this was because of her current state and it would go away once she returned to her normal lifestyle. If anything it made her more aroused. "How's Sunny doing today?" said Rarity. "I wet the bed," said Sunset without shame. "Ooh, time for 20 spankings!" said Rarity, and Sunset squealed in excitement, peeing a little more. Today went the same as usual, except, after peeing on her again through her same pair of underwear, Rarity gave Sunset some prunes, along with some prune juice with fart powder in it. This made Sunset a little nervous. The last time she had eaten prunes, it had quickly made her need to poop so badly she had to do it behind a tree. No one had seen her do her business but they had heard it, and once she was done, Pinkie had checked behind the tree and incessantly described her pile of shit, which had been hyperscat - a lot of small, very soft and wet particles had come out at once. It was so wet that Sunset had needed to change her underwear, even her shorts, when she got home. Only ten minutes in, Sunset let out a boisterous fart, and could feel her underwear get dirty. Rarity giggled at the sight of a brown stain at the back of Sunset's pants, but she hadn't quite messed herself yet. "Rarity... I need to go... BAD! And I think you know what I have to do this time." "That doesn't change a thing. Go in your pants, like I did." "I don't think this will be as fun as peeing myself." "It might be. And you have to do whatever I say until the night after tomorrow." Sunset held it as long as she could, in her facedown position, sweating profusely from the effort and letting out several farts that were wetter and smellier than before, a few of which were sharts. Until she could hold it no longer. PPPPPBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRT! Sunset noisily filled her already wet and smelly pajama pants with a big, wet, brown mess. A lot came out at once, and she soiled herself for eight seconds. Rarity let out a squeal of excitement as she saw a brown bulge appear on Sunset's butt. Sunset cringed as she felt her mess leak through her heavily soiled underwear and down her legs, and a very unpleasant smell reached her nose. Rarity set Sunset in a sitting position so she could feel her mess squish beneath her rear. She wiggled around a bit, before realizing she enjoyed the sensation, and giggled, blushing lightly. ... On Day 4, Rarity continued to spank and rub Sunset's butt, though it didn't feel quite the same with the mudslide in her pants, they both still liked it. The day went on the same as before, and Rarity gave Sunset more prunes. She was in a sitting position the next time she messed herself, and she thoroughly enjoyed it this time. ... On the night of Day 5, Sunset peed again. She had soiled herself again today, and Rarity had peed on her again. She of course had peed and farted more times than she could count, and she smelled really bad. But, both she and Rarity loved it. "Well, that's the end of the dare," said Rarity. "The other girls get back tomorrow." She untied the very wet and very smelly Sunset. "Aw, does it have to end now?" said Sunset. "We can keep it going if you want the other girls to find out." Sunset blushed. "No, you're right. But let's set this up again some other time. Hey, you said you had Applejack do that to you, right?" "Yes, of course." "Maybe we can tell her, and she can do that to both of us." "We could do that. I mean, she and I kind of have a thing going, but she said she likes to satisfy Rainbow Dash's fetishes as well, and I'm sure she'd love to." "Well, I think it's time we take a long bubble bath and a shower," said Rarity. "You smell absolutely foul, and I've been wearing the same pair of underwear I peed in for three days straight. And, after you soiled yourself the first time, I ate some of the prunes too and didn't use toilet paper after." "Well, you're still cleaner than me right now," said Sunset. She and Rarity giggled, and then started the bubble bath. ... The next day, Sunset took her pajamas out of the dryer, which were spotlessly clean and smelled only of laundry that had just come out of the dryer. Her panties were stained slightly at the butt, but she didn't mind. Sunset herself no longer smelled of pee, poop, farts, and sweat, having cleaned up as nicely as her pajama pants. That afternoon, Sunset and Rarity reunited with the other girls at the airport. "Did you have a good trip?" said Sunset. "It was really fun!" said Rainbow Dash. "Applejack and I won by a landslide!" "And the museum was really..." began Twilight. "Uh, I hope it wasn't too boring back here." "Rarity and I had lots of fun together," said Sunset, and she and Rarity did the rump bump. THE END Edited December 3, 2018 by The Dark Wolf (see edit history)
I wrote this almost 3 years ago and then forgot all about it. This shouldn't happen to me.  I'm 19.  I go to a university.  I interviewed for a job just a few hours before the incident.  I felt like such an adult then.  I was confident and serious and knew just what to say.  I remember checking myself out in the mirror before I went.  I looked elegant and sophisticated in my skirt-suit with my hair in a bun. Things went downhill when I went home for the weekend.  I was hoping to spend time with my boyfriend and bring some of my stuff back to my dorm.  My mom gave me a ride.  I felt a migraine coming on while I waited for her, and it got steadily worse during the hour we spent on the road.  I texted Jeremy from the car to cancel our dinner.  It was heartbreaking, since it was the anniversary of our first date, but I was in no condition to function in public. By the time I got home, I couldn't even function in private.  Every light was blinding and everything else was blurry.  It felt like I spent hours rummaging through the medicine cabinet.  I finally wound with some Advil in my hand.  I put my lips under the tap because I couldn't even manage holding a cup.  I dropped a couple tablets down the sink, but I felt 4 or 5 go down when I swallowed. I thought I'd feel better when my professional yet uncomfortable clothes were off.  That was a real chore.  I had to either work in the dark or face a million rays of light stabbing my brain.  Each button was an ordeal.  I fumbled with my bra for so long you'd think I was wearing one for the first time. I wanted to put my clothes away neatly like an adult, but I couldn't manage.  I was yelling in frustration when Mom came in.  I felt silly standing there in just my panties and stockings trying and failing to hang up a suit. Mom took care of it for me.  She put me to bed and turned off every last light upstairs.  That's the same bedroom I had all through childhood, and now I was back in the role of a child.  It was chilly, so I looked for something to put on that wouldn't take much effort.  All my current clothes were packed, so I pawed through the things I left behind in my dresser.  There were pyjamas left over from my girly pink phase in 11th grade.  They fit and I wasn't in a picky mood. The pain in my head only dropped by 10 or maybe 20 percent.  To make things worse, my stomach started hurting.  I asked Mom for more pills, but she scolded me when I told her how many I'd taken already.   "You need to get something in your tum-tum besides medicine," she said, and she brought me some juice and soda crackers.  Yes, she actually said "tum-tum" to her 19 year old daughter.  It got worse, too.  She put a light on in the bathroom in case I couldn't find it in the dark and needed to "go potty." The food and drink didn't help.  My "tum-tum" hurt more and started gurgling loudly.  Pretty soon I did have to "go potty."  By this time I was in such bad shape I knew walking was going to be a bother.  I got my feet out from under the covers and sat on the side of the bed.  I thought I'd sit like that for a moment and adjust to the light.   When I tried to turn on the lamp I couldn't find the knob.  When I finally did, I couldn't seem to grip it to turn.  I felt so awful that even my sense of touch was off.  I ended up knocking the lamp off the night stand.  Some sounds and sensations down in my guts told me I needed to be on a toilet soon, light or no light.   That was when I heard Mom and Jeremy talking downstairs.  He wanted to bring me my present.  Mom said I was feeling good enough for a brief visit. I didn't want to go to the bathroom while he was around to hear and smell me.  I'd have to keep my cheeks clenched for the time being.  At that moment I was more concerned about the lamp. I slowly and carefully walked over to the light switch.  The pain and the blinding blurriness were back.  With my squinting strained eyes I was eventually able to see the lamp.  It didn't look broken, but it was hard to tell from the opposite side of the room.   I started walking, but got all dizzy and tippy.  I lurched forward to try to grab onto the bed to keep from falling.  I couldn't see what was happening but I knew my hands were feeling the soft mattress and not the hard tile floor. I felt something else.  Bumpy lumps in my underwear.  Some oatmeal-textured nastiness was burbling out between my buttocks.  It stopped after a moment and it didn't seem like very much made it out.  My heart was racing.  More could come out any second.  I needed to plop that rump on a toilet before I exploded. I could barely stand up much less walk, but I had to do something.  I slowly took my hands off the bed and tried to balance without standing all the way up.  I shifted my right foot and turned my body 90 degrees. Something went wrong.  The next thing I knew I was in a squatting position.  My bowels took that as the signal that they should push everything out. As luck would have it, that was the moment Jeremy walked in. With a quivering voice and tears welling in my eyes I said, "I had an accident."  He didn't need me to tell him that.  He could see the damp brown stain on my pink PJs,  the big lumpy bulge sagging between my legs, and the little muddy puddle on the white tiles under me. He stammered something about our anniversary and how he hoped I felt better soon, then he left.  I immediately started weeping.  I don't blame him for leaving me along to wallow in my mess.  I must've looked pathetic to him. I shamefully walked down the hall, around the corner, and into the bathroom.  Mom was by my side before I knew it.  She helped me get out of my messy clothes and into the tub.  In tears I protested that I could clean myself up.  I did but she stayed in the room with me. I didn't feel like a complete failure until Mom lectured me about the mess I made in the medicine cabinet.  It seems I'd been careless as well as clumsy.  Mom has trouble getting her Ex-Lax tablets out of the paper strip, so she cuts them all out ahead of time and keeps them in an empty Advil bottle with "Ex-Lax" written on it in magic marker.  Those were the pills I took.
Author's note:  This thread will be a collection of fanficiton stories based off the softcore S&M romantic comedy  manga Nana to Kaoru.  I have previously written one before called the "Dom, the sub, and the Urinal" which can be found on in another thread on this forum.  Please feel free to tell me what you like, don't like, or what you might want to see happen in future stories. Story #1: The Leather One-Piece Mishap It was lunch hour as Nana Chigusa patrolled the school as part of her student council duties.  As she walked down the hallway, she couldn’t help but think how it had been a crazy couple of weeks.  Between cramming for exams, creating the training schedule for the track team’s next meet, and fulfilling her other student council duties, she had had barely any time to relax.  To top it all off, midterms were beginning in two days.   She knew she needed to do something and soon or she’d might go crazy.  Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a conversation she overheard between a couple of first year girls in the hallway. “Hey, do you want to go eat lunch on the roof today?” asked one of the girls. “No way!” answered the other.  “I just saw that toad-faced guy go up there.  You know that guy who’s always frequenting that adult store over by the station.” “Ewww, you mean Creepymura?” replied the other.  “I hear that guy brings porn to school. He’s a total pervert.” “And a loser,” added the second girl.  Then both the girls started laughing. Before she knew what was happening, Nana stomped over to the girls and shouted, “That’s enough you two!”  Both girls ceased their laughter.  “First off, his name is Kaoru Sugimura. Secondly you should be ashamed about making fun of fellow student.  Instead of judging someone based on their appearance you should try to get to know them a little better.  Who knows, you might just find that they are a good person.” “We’re sorry, Chigusa-senpai,” replied the two girls in unison. “Alright,” said Nana.  “Just try being more tolerant of others in the future.” “We will,” responded the two girls before taking off down the hall.  As soon as the two girls were out of sight, Nana leaned against the wall and buried her face her hands.  Her face was flushed with embarrassment.  “What possessed me to react that way?” she mumbled to herself.  She had been Kaoru’s friend and next-door neighbor since they were little and because of that she had watched people make fun of him all the time.  While it had always irritated her, she seemed to have become more sensitive to it over the last couple of months.  Could it be that she was developing feelings for him as a result of their secret breathers?  The very thought made her face bright red.  “There’s no way I’m developing feelings for him.  Kaoru is my friend, nothing more,” she thought to herself.  It took her a couple minutes to calm herself down.  Once she was calm, she began walking toward the steps that led to the roof.  “I wonder what Kaoru’s doing up there?” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Kaoru was sitting up on the roof of the school, his back facing the rooftop entrance as this was the best position to avoid the brunt of the wind. He had just finished eating lunch and was now reading an S&M magazine.  It was rather cold and windy that day, so most people were eating inside.  That’s what made this the perfect spot for some alone time.  Even if he hadn’t been alone, nobody would have known what he was reading as he had placed the magazine between the hollowed out covers of an old textbook.  After a couple minutes of thumbing through the pages, one page finally caught his attention.  The page featured a blindfolded woman with a ball gag in her mouth and her hands tied behind her back.  She was wearing a leather one-piece that left very little to the imagination.  The material only partially covered the breasts, leaving the top part of the nipple exposed.  Kaoru then turned his attention to her lower half.  The woman was sitting on her knees, her legs spread as far as they could possibly go.  He noticed that the crotch of the outfit was practically string.  If it had been any thinner, it probably would have been dental floss.  As Kaoru looked closer, he could almost see the faint outlines of stray pubic hair.  As he looked at the picture, he couldn’t help but imagine Nana wearing something like that.  The more he thought about it, the more he began to stiffen.  “I’ll save this for later,” he said to himself as he dogeared the page.  Suddenly the door to the roof flew open behind him.  In his shock, he threw his hands up, sending the magazine flying behind him.  Then he heard a familiar voice say, “Hey Kaoru, what are you doing up here?”  He spun around just in time to see Nana bend down and grab the book.  “What’s this?” she asked as she began to open the cover. “Don’t look…” cried Kaoru, but it was too late.  Nana had already opened the book and whether by mere coincidence or fate, she had ended up on the  dogeared page Kaoru had been looking at a moment earlier. “Why the hell are you looking at porn in school?” she yelled as she slammed the book shut, her face a deep shade of red.  As she turned her gaze towards him she noticed that he was pitching a tent.  “OH MY GOD! Were you ma…maa…” “I WAS NOT!!!” shrieked Kaoru as he covered his pocket rocket.  “I may have brought porn to school but even I have enough sense not to jack off in a public place.” “Either way, it’s still disgusting,” replied Nana as she looked away.  “What if a teacher had caught you doing this? Do you even know how much trouble you’d be in?  Do you even care about what others might think?” “Of course not,” answered Kaoru as he was finally able to stand up.  “Why should I give a shit about what others think of me?  If they want to call me a pervert or Creepymura, so be it.  Why do you even care anyway?  I mean your Nana Chigusa, Little Miss Perfect, the girl who could do no wrong and who is loved by everybody.  Why are you wasting time with this school’s biggest loser?” “Because you’re my friend and I care about you,” replied Nana.  “And for the record, you might be a pervert, but I certainly wouldn’t call you a loser.” “Yeah, whatever,” said Kaoru as he turned his back to her.  His face was flushed.  While he knew that she meant that she cared about him as friend, just hearing her say that she cared about him at all was enough to get his heart racing.  In a desperate attempt to change the subject, he asked, “So what are you doing up here anyways?” “Actually, I came to ask you for a favor.” Kaoru turned around, “What kind of favor?” It was then that he noticed that Nana’s face was a deeper shade of red than when she had discovered the contents of the book.  He also noticed that she wouldn’t make eye contact with him either.  “What kind of favor?” he repeated again, part of him already knowing the answer. “Well, it’s just that with midterms coming up, the last couple weeks have been stressful and I was thinking maybe we could…” but Nana found herself unable to say the last few words. “Maybe we could what?” smirked Kaoru. “Do a breather,” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Kaoru heard it all the same. “What was that?” taunted Kaoru.  “You know it’s really hard to understand you if you don’t speak up.” “I want a breather,” she repeated a tiny bit louder. “Come on now Nana,” said Kaoru as he closed in on her.  “Just tell me what you want.” “I WANT A BREATHER!” she screamed.  Realizing that she may have said that a little too loudly, she covered her mouth and began looking around to see if anybody heard. “Don’t worry, nobody else is up here but us,” assured Kaoru as he stepped away from her.  He scratched his head for a moment as he thought of what to do.  Suddnely a light bulb went off in his head.  “I think I have just the thing.” “When can we do it? Kaoru paused for another moment before saying, “It’ll take me a few hours to finish my preparations, but since we have the day off tomorrow, I should be able to have it done by tomorrow afternoon.  How does tomorrow evening around sunset sound?” “I guess that’s fine,” answered Nana, doing her best to hide her excitement.  However, Kaoru could read her like an open book. “Good.  Now can I have my book back?” “Not a chance.” “Why not?” “Because porn is not allowed in school.  As a member of the student council it is my duty to confiscate such items.  You can have it back when school is over.  Maybe.”  And with that, Nana turned around and reentered the building. Leaving a stunned and pornless Kaoru in her wake. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. The next evening around sunset, Nana knocked on the door to Kaoru’s apartment.  Less than a minute later, Kaoru opened the door and ushered her inside.  As he guided her to his room, Kaoru said, “The old hag has to work a night shift at the hospital tonight, so we won’t have to worry about being interrupted.” “That’s not a nice way to refer to your mother,” responded Nana.  Kaoru’s mom was like an aunt to her and in some ways was more of a mother to her than her real one who was almost never home due to work. “I think it’s perfectly fair to call her an old hag since she doesn’t hesitate to refer to me as her idiot son,” stated Kaoru. “Maybe she would stop calling you an idiot if you picked up a textbook and actually studied once in a while.” “Let’s just drop it okay,” said a clearly flustered Kaoru as they entered the room.  He then walked over to his bed and picked up a large shopping bag.  Kaoru than walked back over to Nana and handed it to her.  “I want you to change into this outfit.  You can put the clothes you’re currently wearing in the bag.  I’ll wait outside the room while you change.”  And with that, he left the room, closing the door behind him. Nana looked down at the bag in her hands and wondered what sort of outfit Kaoru wanted her to wear.  Based off past experience, she knew it must be something perverted.  Suddenly the image of the girl in Kaoru’s magazine flashed into her mind.  Nana’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red.  “There’s no way he’d make me wear something like that, right?” she mumbled to herself.  Her hands were trembling and her heart was racing.  She wanted to open the bag so badly to see what was inside, yet at the same time she was also afraid.  Taking a deep breath, Nana reached into the bag and pulled out the outfit.  It was a black leather one-piece similar to the one she had gotten stuck in on the night that she first discovered how beneficial S&M could be. Nana took off her sweater and skirt and placed them in the bag.  Next, she proceeded to take off her bra and panties.  After placing them in the bag, she set about putting the outfit on.  It felt tighter than the one she had worn before and she had to practically squeeze her hips into it.  Once it was completely on, she walked over to mirror.  The one-piece exposed plenty of cleavage, but still covered what was important.  Nana noticed that the crotch of this one-piece covered a little bit more than the previous outfit and hugged there a little bit tighter as well.  Turning around, she could see the open back of the one-piece.  She also noticed that it rode up in the back like a G-string.  While it wasn’t ideal, she was just happy that Kaoru wasn’t making her wear something even more revealing. A couple moments later, Kaoru knocked on the door and asked, “Are you almost done in there?” “You can come in,” she answered back.  A second later Kaoru walked into the room.  Despite Kaoru having seen her in a similar outfit before, Nana still felt the need to try to cover herself. “You look sexy, Nana,” whistled Kaoru as he began to pace around her, taking in as much of this wonderous sight as he could.  “How does it feel?” “It feels a bit tighter than usual.” “Really?” asked Kaoru.  “It shouldn’t be.  I had this specially made for you.”  He then grabbed her sides and gave them a light squeeze.  Nana’s body shuddered as he did so.  Stepping back, he asked, “Did you gain weight?” “I did not!” cried Nana, indignantly.  Although in truth she had been stress eating a little during her late-night cram sessions. “Alright,” said Kaoru in an attempt to calm her down.  While part of the breathers involved humiliating her, he knew from past experience that commenting on her weight was not the best way to do it.  “These outfits are designed to be tight.  I’m sure that as the night goes on and your body begins to adjust, it won’t feel as tight.” “Ok,” replied Nana as she began to calm down a little.  While she knew that it was supposed to feel tight, in the back of her mind she couldn’t help thinking that something didn’t feel right.  Trying to get her mind off the tightness, she asked “So what do we do now?” “We’re going to the park,” smiled Kaoru. “There’s no way I can go outside in this outfit! If anyone saw me, they would label me as some kind of pervert.” “But you are a pervert,” smirked Kaoru. “I am not!” retorted Nana. “Oh really?” replied Kaoru as he walked behind her.  Before she could react, Kaoru wrapped his dominant arm tightly around the part of the stomach just below her breasts and pulled her tightly against his body.  While Kaoru was slightly shorter than her, he was still physically stronger than her, a fact that she often forgot until moments like this occurred.  Try as she might, she couldn’t break free as Kaoru’s dominant arm was pinning both of her arms to her sides. She was at his mercy.  Suddenly she felt something rubbing up and down the side of her butt.  She didn’t have to turn her head to know that it was his fingers.  Her body began to tremble as Kaoru’s fingers gently made their way across her bare skin.  A slight moan escaped her mouth.  A split second later she could feel Kaoru’s breath on the back of her neck as he asked, “You really don’t think you’re a pervert?” “No, I don’t,” gasped Nana as she tried to keep from moaning.  Kaoru was now running his fingers along the front of her thighs. “Come on now, Nana,” stated Kaoru.  “Normal people do not need S&M to relax.  The fact that you do makes you a pervert.” “I told you I’m not a pervert,” she argued back.  “Now please let me go.” “Not until you admit that you’re a pervert.” “I’M NOT A PERVERT!!!” she screamed again. “Okay,” said Kaoru as he leaned his chin on Nana’s shoulder, his warm, wet, breath now filling Nana’s ear.  “If you won’t admit that you’re a pervert, then at least admit that you’re a dirty girl.” “NEVER!” she cried.  At that moment, the sensation of Kaoru’s fingers against her skin stopped.  As she looked down, she noticed that Kaoru’s hand was hovering just centimeters above her crotch. “Say it,” he commanded. “Tell me you’re a dirty girl who likes to be dominated.” “Please stop,” she begged as she tried to look at him from the corner of her eye. “You know how to make me stop,” smiled Kaoru wickedly. “Just tell me what I want to hear.”  When she didn’t respond, he gently laid two fingers on the leather covering her crotch, applying just enough pressure so that Nana would know he was there. “Stop,” she moaned.  “If you touch there I might…” “You might what?” chuckled Kaoru. “Soil yourself? That might be fun to watch.  Now let’s see what happens if I start moving my fingers around.” “ALRIGHT!” screamed Nana. “I’ll say it.  I’m a dirty girl.” “And?” “And I like to be dominated,” she gasped.  As soon as she said it, Kaoru released her and took a step back.  Nana fell to her knees, and scrunched over, her heart racing.  As she tried to regain her composure, she couldn’t help but think that Kaoru had become a little more brazen with the breathers.  It was exhilarating but also scary at times.  Lifting her head, she saw that Kaoru was now standing in front of her, his hand extended. “Come on already,” said Kaoru his head turned away from her, “I’m not going to hold my hand like this all day.”  Nana took his hand and he pulled her to her feet.  Kaoru then walked over to his closet and pulled out the large overcoat they had used in one of their previous breathers.   “Put this on,” he commanded as he tossed it to her.  He then turned and began walking towards the bedroom door. “Where are you going?” “Toilet,” he answered.  The moment he was out of the room, his calm facade finally snapped.  He ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.  He threw the faucet on and began splashing his face with cold water. After a few seconds, he turned the faucet off.  “What the hell was I about to do?” he whispered to himself as he looked down at his hand.  While he had only meant to touch her butt a little, he had lost control and had nearly crossed a boundary line he had set for himself.  The whole reason he had set boundaries in the first place was because he was scared that his strong desire to make Nana his own might cause him to do something unforgivable.  As he looked at himself in the mirror, he wondered how far he would have gone had Nana not submitted when she did.  His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door. “Is everything okay in there?” “Everything’s fine.  I’ll be out in a second,” replied Kaoru.  Taking one last look in the mirror, Kaoru slapped his cheeks, took a couple of deep breaths, and then exited the bathroom.  Nana was waiting for him right outside the door.  She had already put the coat on.  The coat extended a few inches above her ankles.  Not ready to look her in the eye yet, he quickly walked past her.  “Let’s get moving,” said Kaoru as he made his way towards the front door.  As he bent down to put his shoes on, he turned his head slightly and saw that Nana wasn’t behind him.  Turning completely around, he saw that she was still over by the bathroom.  She was fidgeting a bit but not in the way she did when she really had to go.  Thinking that she was just being self-conscious, Kaoru told her, “You look just fine, now let’s go.” “Okay,” answered Nana as she began to move towards the door.  As the two left, Nana began wondering if she had made a huge mistake by not using the bathroom before the breather started.  Only time would tell. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… It was now dark as the two made their way to the park.  Nana’s heart raced as they walked by various people.  As more people passed by, she began to feel that they were staring at her.  Was it because she seemed out of place for wearing an overcoat, or could it be that they could tell that she was wearing something naughty underneath the coat.  The more she thought about it, the more she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.  She soon found herself unable to look anywhere except the ground.   In a desperate attempt to calm her paranoia, she began to tell herself that it was the middle of fall and the nights were getting colder, so it wouldn’t be considered strange for someone to wear an overcoat like this.  Suddenly, Kaoru said something that threw off her concentration.  “Hey Nana, have you noticed that every person we’ve passed so far has been staring at you?” “Nn…no they haven’t,” stammered Nana.  “So he noticed it too?” she thought to herself.  At that moment another thought burst through her head: “Kaoru is just trying to trick me.  Well, now that I know what he’s doing, it’s not going to work.” “Of course they have,” replied Kaoru.  “Maybe they’ve figured out that you’re hiding something naughty underneath that coat.” “There’s no way that’s true,” Nana shot back.  As she said that though, she thought to herself, “Is he reading my mind?” “If you don’t believe me, just watch the next couple of people that pass by us,” said Kaoru.  Nana did as she was told.  Sure enough, the next several people who walked past them seemed to be staring at her.  “There staring at you Nana.  I bet they know that you’re hiding something under that coat,” taunted Kaoru.  Nana stopped in her tracks.  Kaoru turned his head around to see what was going on.  Nana’s cheeks were a new shade of red that Kaoru had never seen before.  He also noticed that her tongue was sticking slightly out of the corner of her mouth in the same aroused expression that she always had when she got excited during their breathers.  “You’ll catch flies if you keep your tongue out like that” declared Kaoru.  He watched as she covered her mouth with the side of her hand.  Kaoru couldn’t help thinking that the mixture of Nana’s blushing cheeks and the way she was holding her hand to her mouth made her look even more beautiful than she already was.  He found himself unable to look at her and turned his head forward. Kaoru, who had been stealing glances back at her the entire time they had been walking, had already realized the reason that people had been staring at Nana was because Nana was at her most beautiful when she was embarrassed.  However, the expression she made with her tongue was something that only he had seen, and he wanted to keep it that way.  After all, when they were performing these breathers, Nana belonged to him and he wasn’t going to share her with anybody. “Do I really look that strange?” asked Nana, interrupting Kaoru’s thoughts.  Her words were a little muffled due to her hand being in front of her mouth, but Kaoru knew exactly what she was saying. Without thinking, Kaoru stated, “Of course not. I think you look as beautiful as always.”  It took him a couple seconds to register the words that had just come out of his mouth.  He quickly turned around and saw the stunned look on her face.  Kaoru couldn’t remember ever having seen Nana’s face so red. “What did you just say?” asked Nana. “I said everybody thinks your beautiful,” said Kaoru in a desperate attempt to cover up his near confession.  Before Nana could say anything more, a strong gust of wind blew towards them.  The overcoat which had not been fastened properly flew open.  At the same moment, a young couple was just getting ready to pass by them.  Thinking quickly, Kaoru darted over to Nana and wrapped her in a tight embrace, using his body as a shield.  Luckily, Kaoru had moved quick enough that the young couple hadn’t seen anything.  When he was sure that they were gone, he quickly went about refastening the coat.  “That was way too close,” he sighed as he stepped back. “Thank you,” she blushed.  She couldn’t stop thinking about how Kaoru had pressed himself against her and held her so tightly.   Despite almost being caught, she felt the safest she had ever been. “Let’s get moving,” uttered Kaoru, snapping Nana out of her trance.  “We still have a little ways to go before we reach the park.” “Okay,” said Nana.  As they began walking, Nana felt I light twinge in her bladder, but as it quickly passed, she decided to ignore it for the time being. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. A few minutes later they had reached the park.  As they walked around, Kaoru noticed that Nana was beginning to shake.  “Are you feeling alright?” he asked. “I’m fine,” lied Nana.  In truth, she was rather uncomfortable.  For starters, the one-piece was starting to rub some areas of her skin rather roughly.  There was also the fact that it was getting colder and that she was wearing practically nothing underneath the jacket.  To top it all off, the slight twinge in her bladder had returned.  Of course, she didn’t want to tell Kaoru any of this because he would probably stop the breather then and there and she was certainly not ready for it to be over.  For now, she would just have to put up with it. “Alright,” replied Kaoru as he continued to stare at her.  He knew her well enough to tell that she was lying.  Kaoru had noticed that it had gotten colder and had already decided that he needed to find someplace warm for her.  As nonchalantly as he could, Kaoru said, “I’m starting to get a little hungry.  There’s a little café not too far from here.  Do you want to go?” “Okay,” answered Nana.  As they began walking towards the café, she found herself grateful that they could go someplace warm and sit down for a while.   …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Not long after getting to the café, a waitress greeted them and sat them at a table in the corner towards the front of the café.  As Kaoru began looking at the menu, Nana excused herself to run to the restroom.  She had been to this café once before with a friend of hers from the student council, so she knew that the restroom was towards the back of the café.  As she rounded the corner, she saw that there was a note on the door of the restaurant’s single unisex bathroom.  It read: “Dearest Customers, The lock on the bathroom door is broken.  Please knock before entering. Sorry for the inconvenience. Sincerely, Management.” There was no way Nana could use the bathroom now as she would risk someone seeing her if they decided to just open the door without knocking.  Since the slight throbbing in her bladder was still plenty manageable, she decided to shrug it off and went back to the table.  By the time she got back, Kaoru had already ordered a regular coffee for himself and a latte for her as he knew she liked them.  As Nana sat down, he handed her the menu and said, “Order anything you want. I’m buying.” “Are you sure?” asked Nana as she looked at the menu. While the café was known for its various coffees and international desserts, it was also known for being a little pricy.  Nana also knew that Kaoru must be short on funds if he had had this one-piece made just for her. “Of course,” said Kaoru. “Just think of it as a reward for doing so well during our breather.” “Okay,” nodded Nana as she continued to look through the menu.  She had heard that the café had just added a new strawberry parfait to the menu and that it was supposed to be really good.  However, it was also one of the more expensive things on the menu.  Not wanting to be a burden on Kaoru’s wallet, she decided to go for something cheap. A couple minutes later the waitress came by and asked, “Have you two decided what you want?” “I’ll have the chocolate mousse,” said Nana. “And I’ll have that new strawberry parfait thing that you put on the menu,” added Kaoru.  This shocked Nana greatly as she knew that Kaoru did not particularly care for sweets and this dessert was said to be extremely sweet. “Coming right up,” smiled the waitress.  She then turned her attention to Nana and asked, “Would you like me to hang your coat up miss?  It’s rather warm in here.” “There’s no need to do that,” stammered Nana as she tried not to seem panicked.  “I wouldn’t want you to go out of your way or anything.” “It’s no problem,” said the waitress. Before Nana could say anything, Kaoru blurted out, “My friend here has poor blood circulation and tends to get cold easily.  If it’s all the same, can you let her keep the coat on?” “I understand,” replied the waitress as she bowed her head.  “My apologies. I’ll go get your orders ready.” “Thank you, Kaoru,” said Nana as soon as the waitress left. “You’re welcome,” responded Kaoru.  He paused for a moment before saying, “I thought for sure that you were going to order that strawberry parfait thing.  I mean you like that sort of stuff, right?” “I do,” admitted Nana, “but I just didn’t feel like having it tonight.” “I see,” said Kaoru before taking a sip of his coffee.  He then decided to drop the subject.  The two of them sat in awkward silence for several minutes until the waitress came back with their order. “Enjoy,” she smiled as she placed the desserts down on the table and left to serve another couple who had just entered the café. “This looks good,” commented Nana as she took a spoonful of mousse and placed it in her mouth.  Unfortunately for her, it contained a rather dark chocolate that gave it a slightly bitter aftertaste.  She didn’t want to eat any more of it, but since Kaoru was paying for it, she decided that she should at least try to eat it all. “I wonder how mine tastes,” said Kaoru as he stuck a spoonful of strawberry parfait in his mouth.  “Mmmm,” he said as he swallowed it.  In reality, he didn’t care for it at all.  It was too sweet, just as he had predicted it would be.  The only reason he had ordered it was because he knew Nana had wanted it, and that she had ordered something cheap instead as a courtesy to him.   Kaoru had planned on giving it to her from the moment he had heard what she was ordering.  “Do you want a taste?” asked Kaoru as he held out a spoonful of the parfait. “Sure,” replied Nana as she leaned over the table and wrapped her mouth around the spoon.  “It is good!” she exclaimed as she released the spoon from her mouth.  It was then that she noticed Kaoru was blushing.  “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Nothing,” muttered Kaoru as he looked down at the spoon.  He was too embarrassed to tell her that what she had just done was an indirect kiss.  As calmly as he could, he asked, “Do you want to trade?  While this thing is good, it’s just a little too sweet for my taste.” “Alright,” answered Nana as nonchalantly as she could.  The two then swapped the desserts.  Just as Nana was getting ready to shove another spoonful of the parfait in her mouth, she saw Kaoru stick a spoonful of mousse in his mouth.  Their eyes met for a second before Kaoru looked away.  It took Nana a few seconds to register that the spoon Kaoru now had in his mouth had been in her mouth just seconds earlier.  Nana looked down at the table. “How could I not realize I had eaten off his spoon?”, she thought to herself.  “I’m sure Kaoru’s disgusted.”  Both of them unable to say anything more, ate in silence.  The waitress would come by one more time to refill their drinks.  As soon as they were done, Kaoru paid the bill and the two left. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The two walked in silence.  Both were too embarrassed to say anything to each other.  It was Nana who was the first to speak up.  “Look, Kaoru.  I’m sorry about what happened in the cafe.  You must be so disgusted with me.” “Why?” asked Kaoru.  “It was only an indirect kiss.” “An indirect kiss?” repeated Nana.  Then it dawned on her that what she had indeed done was an indirect kiss.  “Oh my god!” she cried as she covered her face with her hands to hide her embarrassment. “Look Nana, it’s no big deal,” stated Kaoru, doing his best to hide his embarrassment.  “I mean you and I used to eat off of the same food all the time when we were kids.” “I guess you’re right,” replied Nana as she removed her hands from her face. “Are you okay?”  “Yeah, I think I just got a little panicked when you called it an indirect kiss.  I’m fine now though.” “Good,” said Kaoru.  By this point in time they had reentered the park.  Suddenly Kaoru turned to Nana and latched his hands onto her shoulders.  There was an expression of pain etching its way across his face.  “Hey Nana, I don’t want you to freak out or anything, but I need to ask you for a huge favor.” “What is it?” asked Nana, beginning to grow a little concerned. “Those two cups of coffee went right through me. I really need to piss and I don’t think I can make it to the park bathroom.  I’m going to go over to the tree over there and relieve myself.  I need you to stand guard for me.” “I don’t know….” “Please Nana,” begged Kaoru.  “You’re the only one who I would trust to do this.” Nana paused for a moment before saying, “Fine. I’ll guard for you, but you’ll need to hurry up.” “Thank you,” bowed Kaoru as he ran over to one of the trees. Nana followed him over and then turned her back to give him some privacy.  She could hear the sound of a zipper followed by the sound of water smashing against the side of the tree accompanied by a low moan from Kaoru.  As Nana listened, she could feel her own sense of urgency beginning to grow.  While the desire to pee hadn’t been all that bad while they were at the café, the two cups of coffee she drank in combination with the sounds of Kaoru’s piss hitting the tree certainly weren’t helping matters.  She tried to think of something else to get her mind off of her own desperation but found that it was impossible. Less than a minute later, the hissing sound stopped, and she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled up.  “Much better,” sighed Kaoru.  He then noticed that Nana was beginning to squirm a bit too.  “Do you need to go too?  If so, I’ll stand guard for you while you squat behind a bush or something.” “I’m fine,” lied Nana.  “It’s just that this one-piece is starting to ride up a bit and I’d like to get it off as soon as possible. “Got it,” said Kaoru.  “Let’s get back to my place as quick as we can.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. They had just entered Kaoru’s apartment when Nana, who was almost at her limit, fell to her knees. The throbbing pain in her bladder had her doubled over in pain.  Cold sweat was running down her face.  “What’s wrong Nana?” asked Kaoru as he knelt down beside her.  “Are you sick? Do you need to go to the hospital?” “No,” gasped Nana as she did her best to fight the pain.  “My bladder feels like it’s about to burst.” “Didn’t you go at the café?” “No.” “Why not?” “Because the lock on the door was broken and I didn’t want anybody to see me in this outfit,” admitted Nana.  At this point she was clenching her teeth.  “I should have just called you over and had you watch the door for me.” “Yeah you should have,” grunted Kaoru as he lifted one of Nana’s arms up and threw it over his shoulder.  With as much strength as he could muster, he pulled her to her feet and helped her hobble over to the bathroom.  One inside the bathroom, he leaned her against the sink and helped her remove the coat.  Just as he was getting ready to leave, he turned around and said, “There’s one more thing I forgot to tell you.  The one-piece has a zipper located underneath the crotch.  You’ll need to unzip it and spread the material out of the way before you start peeing.”  Nana bent forward and looked down.  Sure enough, there was a zipper there.  How she didn’t see it or feel it before was a mystery to her. “Why does this have a zipper?  The old one-piece didn’t have one.” “I had it put in just in case you needed to use the bathroom during the breather.  It was either that or you’d have to  remove the one-piece and pee completely naked.” “That was a smart idea,” commented Nana.  “Now can you please leave and shut the door behind you.  I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” “I’ll wait for you in my bedroom,” said Kaoru.  He then walked out of the bathroom and closed the door.  Nana proceeded to lift up the lid of the toilet seat.  She then backed up and began feeling around for the zipper handle. The second she found it, she pulled down on the zipper tab, but nothing happened. “What the hell!?” she exclaimed as she began pulling on the zipper tab even harder.  Suddenly she heard a snapping sound.  As she raised her hand closer to her face, she unfurled her fingers and saw that the zipper tab was now in her hand.  “OH NO!” she cried as she desperately tried to put the zipper tab back on.  But it was no use. The zipper was beyond repair.  Realizing that she needed another plan, she began racking her brain.  The first idea she came up with was to grab the leather crotch and try to pull it to the side enough that she could pee without getting it wet.  She proceeded to grab one side of the leather and tried to pull it to the opposite side, but it was no use.  Not only could she not get a good grip, but the leather was also clamped too tight to her skin to move.  Racking her brain one more.  She realized that her only other course of action was to remove the suit.  Nana set about removing the suit.  She got it just below her navel before she realized that the one-piece was stuck.  It was then that she remembered how hard a time she had had getting it above her waist in the first place.  Racking her brain for one final time, she came to the conclusion that this wasn’t a problem she could fix by herself.  She would need Kaoru’s help.  She quickly pulled the one-piece suit back up above her navel and hobbled out of the bathroom and to Kaoru’s room. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Kaoru was sitting on the floor in his room, his back leaning up against his bed.  It had been several minutes since Kaoru had left Nana in the bathroom.  He was beginning to worry that something bad may have happened.  Rising to his feet, Kaoru walked over to his bedroom door.  Just as he was reaching for the knob, the door swung open, smacking him in the face and sending him sprawling backwards.  “Damn that hurt!” he cried as he began rubbing his nose.  He then looked up and saw Nana standing in the door way.  She looked worse than she had when he had left her in the bathroom.  She stumbled into the room before falling forward.  “Nana!” he screamed as dashed over and caught her before she could hit the floor.  He quickly sat her on the edge of his bed.  “What happened to you?  Didn’t you go?” “I can’t,” she moaned. “Why not?” “The zipper broke,” she whined as she unfurled her fingers and showed him the broken zipper tab. “Shit.  Did you try pulling the crotch to one side and pee that way?” “Yes, but the crotch wouldn’t move.” “What about completely removing the suit?” “I tried that too, but I only got it below my navel.  Please Kaoru, you have to do something!” begged Nana. “Hold on,” replied Kaoru. “I think I have an idea.”  He then ran over to his closet and pulled out a small tool kit.  Kaoru then ran it over to the bed, opened it, and took out a pair of plyers. “What are you going to do with those?” “I’m going to try to grab a piece of the broken zipper and force it down.” “But if you do that, you’ll see everything.” “Don’t worry,” assured Kaoru.  “Once I get it down a couple centimeters you should be able to fit your fingers through the gap and pull it the rest of the way.  If you do that while you’re in the bathroom, then I won’t see a thing.” “Okay,” replied Nana.  “Do it.” “I will,” said Kaoru.  “But first I’m going to need you to lie on your back and spread your legs?” “You’re a pervert!” she screamed. “No, I’m not!” he yelled back.  “I need you to lay back and spread your legs so I can get a better grip on what’s left of the zipper. Trust me, I won’t do anything to you.” “Fine,” sniffled Nana as she laid back and spread her legs.  Kaoru then got on his knees and positioned himself so that he was now directly between her legs.  Using the plyers, he grabbed what was left of the broken zipper, but found that it wouldn’t budge. “Damn it!” he panted as he pulled harder. “That hurts!” whined Nana.  “Please be more careful.”  She could feel Kaoru’s warm breath against her inner thighs and it was making her feel strange. “I think I almost got…” Suddenly there was a loud snapping sound.  “SHIT!” “What happened?” asked Nana, unable to sit up. “The damn plyers broke.  We’ll need to come up with something else.  Just give me a minute and I’ll…” “OHHHH NOOO!!!” cried Nana.  Before Kaoru knew what was happening, a loud hissing sound filled the room.  Nana’s dam had burst, and now golden fluid was flowing out of the leather crotch and onto Kaoru’s bed sheets.  Kaoru watched as the bed sheets began to turn yellow.  He then felt something wet around his knees.  Looking down, he realized that a waterfall of piss was crashing onto the floor.  In an effort to minimize the damage, Kaoru grabbed his tool box, emptied its contents, and threw it underneath Nana.  The hissing was replaced by the sound of water slapping metal.  The whole incident lasted a little over three minutes.  By the time it was all over, the edge of his bed and the insides of Nana’s legs were soaked, and the tool box was almost half-full of piss.  Suddenly Kaoru heard the sound of sniffling.  As Kaoru got to his feet, he saw that Nana who was still laying down, had her hands pressed over her eyes, tears running down her face. “Nana…”  As soon as he said her name her quite sniffling turned into hysterical sobbing. “I’m so sorry!” she sobbed over and over again. “It’s okay Nana,” said Kaoru, doing his best to keep himself together.  “Now let’s go get you cleaned up.”  He then proceeded to pick her up in his arms and carried her to the bath.  Kaoru set her softly down on the tile floor and went to work getting the bath ready.  As the tub began filling up with warm water, Kaoru turned his attention to Nana and asked her to stand up so that he could help her remove the soiled one-piece.  She did as she was told without saying a word.  Kaoru looked at the floor as he helped Nana remove the one-piece.  Just like she had said earlier, the one-piece got stuck again just below her navel.  Using all the strength he could muster, Kaoru grabbed both sides of the leather suit and pulled.  A ripping sound filled the room.  He then closed his eyes and gently helped Nana remove the remains of the suit.  Without looking at her, Kaoru opened his eyes and moved towards the door.  Just as he was getting ready to leave the room, he briefly glanced back.  What he saw terrified him.  Nana’s once beautiful skin was covered in red patches where the skin had been rubbed raw.  There were also marks on her body that clearly indicated where the blood flow and been constricted.  Without saying another word, Kaoru left the room.  He then walked to the kitchen to get some wet rags and cleaning supplies.  Kaoru would spend the next half hour stripping the bed and cleaning the floor.  By the time he was done, he was exhausted.  He then pulled out his phone and looked at the time.  Nana would surely be getting out of the bath soon and she would need her clothes.  Kaoru grabbed the bag containing her clothes, walked over to the bath area, and knocked on the door.  There was no response.  “Hey Nana, I brought your clothes.  I’ll leave them by the door for you.” Again, there was no response.  Unable to take it anymore Kaoru leaned against the door and slid down to the floor.  He buried his head between his knees.  “How could you let this happen?” his inner-self screamed at him.  “You were supposed to keep her safe, but instead you both injured and humiliated her.  You should be ashamed!”  “It’s not my fault.  I didn’t know,” he whispered to himself.  “LIAR!” screamed his inner self. “She told you that the outfit felt too tight.  You knew she wasn’t alright when she was shaking in the park earlier this evening.  You knew that she had to pee before you left the park to come here.  How can you say that it’s not your fault?” “I can’t” admitted Kaoru.  “I knew she wasn’t alright, but I kept ignoring it.”  Tears began flowing down his eyes.  “How could I be so damn selfish?”  Suddenly Kaoru felt the door behind him begin to open. He quickly jumped to his feet but kept his back turned.  Kaoru used his forearm to wipe his eyes.  His voice slightly cracking, he said, “Nana.  I think it’s best if we don’t do any more breathers.” “Why not?” asked Nana. “Because I can’t trust myself to keep you safe.  Because of my incompetence not only did you have that accident, but you were also injured as well.” “No I wasn’t.” “Don’t lie to me Nana!” shouted Kaoru, his fists clenched so hard that his knuckles were beginning to turn white.  “I saw the patches of raw skin. What would have happened if the injury was worse and you ended up with scars or an infection.  If something like that happened I don’t think I could live with myself.  That’s why we have to stop this.”  As Kaoru tried to walk away, he felt something wrap around his chest.  He then felt something wet press into his back. “But I don’t want to stop,” sobbed Nana.  “This wasn’t your fault.  It was mine.  If I had been honest with you from the beginning this never would have happened.  Kaoru, I know that you always take every precaution to keep me safe during our breathers and that you would never do anything intentionally to hurt me.  Accidents happen but we can’t let it control our lives.  I trust you to keep me safe and that’s never going to change.  Now you need to start trusting in me that I can take what you dish out.  “You really are an idiot,” sniffed Kaoru.  “If we continue this, I can’t promise that you won’t get hurt again.  Knowing that can you still say you’ll be my partner?” asked Kaoru as he turned around. “Of course,” smiled Nana.  “You’re my Dom and I’m your sub.” She then extended her hand and said, “We’re S&M partners until the end.” “Yeah,” agreed Kaoru as he wiped the last couple of tears from his eyes.  He then grabbed her hand in his and said, “S&M partners until the end.”
I was encouraged by a friend here to post this. A first foray into fiction. I was reluctant at first. Nervousness. I enjoy writing but not sure I have a talent for it. Anyhow. I hope she's right ? ..................................Story begins here .... Jack awoke in a semi panic. He really had to pee. He must have slept for a couple hours. He was on a bus ride back from a college sponsored trip to a museum. Anne was fast asleep next to him in the aisle seat of the bus. Jack had a window seat. They were close friends. Grew up together after Jacks family moved next door to Anne's when Jack was 4. They at times flirted with romance but after such a long and meaningful friendship that next step felt too risky. They had been there for eachother so many times over the years. Being able to attend college together was comforting for Jack. Hopefully Anne as well. "Holy crap I have to pee" Jack thought to himself "how much longer is this busride? How long was I asleep." "If I get up to pee I might wake Anne. I'll hold it a little longer" He grabbed himself under his jacket and rocked back and forth while looking out the window. It was late and dark. By road signs he could tell they still had about two hours to go. Maybe a little less. How much had he drank he wondered as the urge to pee intensified. "Oh this was bad" he thought as he got to his feet. He looked down at his sleeping friend and couldn't wake her. Not yet. He sat back down and began rocking. Relief was 50 feet away in the bus bathroom but seemed so far. He crossed his legs and bounced them a little. Anne shifted in her seat. He got excited at the thought of her waking. But she just turned and stayed asleep.  20 minutes later his face went flush as the first spurt of pee escaped into his boxers and jeans. Panic set in. He had to get up. He stood up and a little more pee escaped. He danced side to side trying to figure out how to wake Anne to sneak by. As he did two people went to the bathroom and a line formed. Another spurt of pee escaped. Now he had a baseball sized wetspot he pulled his jacket down to hide. He gently rubbed Anne's shoulder. "I um uh need to sneak by to hit the mens room." He whispered in her ear. "Mmm uh ok. Great idea" she said groggily as she awoke. "Oh wow I have to pee too. I'll join you" No he'd be third in line. "Oh man. I'm doomed" he thought to himself. "Sure. " he said to her as he let her go ahead in a typical chivalrous move. He did his best not to dance in line. Anne was chatty and that helped but he was too focused on holding to understand what she said, "Why was it taking those kids so long?" he thought. Then the unthinkable happened. A man of 20 was wetting his pants. It started slowly and as he realized it he discretely went back to his seat. "Oh uh um Anne I gotta get something from my seat. Be right back,' He said as he ran. What was a trickle got faster and stronger until full stream as he sat down in his bus seat. He was peeing and peeing. It wouldn't stop. His light blue jeans were darkening as a large puddle grew in his lap. The wetness spread all down the inside of his thighs. Soaked through to his bottom side and even up his backside a little. His socks and shoes got wet as well. His face burned bright red as relief set in. He couldn't believe what had happened. "Oh my god" he thought "Anne will be back any minute and I don't think I can hide this" He was right. Anne came back and saw the puddle beneath him and his wet pant legs despite Jacks weak attempt to hide the accident with his jacket. She knew that he had had lots of accidents in elementary school but thought he had gotten better. She always protected and helped him then. Even offered to help him clean or get a diaper for him from the nurse. As children she always knew what to do. She had to think a few minutes now though. She had to lift his spirits. She thought a light hearted approach may help her friend most. She took off her hoodie and moved in. She layed the hoodie across his lap as he looked up teary eyed. She smiled and said softly "Here ya go Mr. pee pants."  She hugged him and kissed his cheek. She grabbed his hand (Still a little damp probably from holding himself until the dam broke)  and said "Jack I'm so sorry I'd have let you go ahead of me if I knew" "It wouldn't have helped." he grumbled softly trying to smile but lips quivering. "I'd have tossed them people out of the way for you too." She said jokingly. "Yeah I think you probably would have" he said finally smiling. "Oh honey. I thought we had you all potty trained. Wasn't your last accident like 4th grade?" "um 6th actually. i never told you about that one" he said as he planted his face in his hands. She had to do something to really make him feel better she thought to herself.  "Dont' worry about it. Accidents happen. I'll help you so that no one sees and I can help you clean up before we go back to the dorms" Anne said caringly. "I might ask you to wear pullups in my car now" she joked. She really cared about Jack and felt bad that he was so unhappy. And wet. In a moment that surprised even her she then leaned in hugged him and kissed him on the lips.
Hey friends, I've recently been inspired to do some erotic stories in my spare time. Since I tend to always fall back into adding desperation or wetting scenes in, I decided to write a story or two completely based on omorashi and desperation. I'll share this story with you guys, and if there's interest for more, I'll post future works as well. I apologize in advance - I didn't really go through and edit this thoroughly, so please excuse the grammar/spelling issues and I wrote it in a rush so the quality may be suspect. Warnings - significant age gap, sexual touching, mention of genitals and orgasm Context - Ella and Takeshi are OCs I’ve been writing about for awhile. There’s a main story, but this scenario has been in my mind for awhile, and I wanted to get it out. Plus I wanted to see if I could do justice to one of my favorite fetishes. There is backstory but basically, Ella is a college student who ended up in a relationship with Takeshi, an older Japanese man who was her mentor earlier. Hope y’all enjoy. Ella leaned back and sighed. Sitting on the ground was a bit weird, but it also,felt kind of good. Plus she could put her feet against Takeshi's feet under the table. Or would, if she didn’t have to concentrate so much on the information in the book on the table. What was this called again? Kotatsu? Or a bastardized one, Takashi explained. It was very usually too warm in California to have a heater underneath, as was traditional. Still it was nice and cozy, and a welcome change from her stuffy desk. And she had Takeshi-san's company. She took a moment to look up from her book to look over at him. He wasn’t looking back at her - he too, was enchanted by a book - but she still smiled. Even these quiet days were a treasure. She went back to studying, though she shifted on the pillow she sat on slightly. She was starting to feel that familiar urge that signaled she should go to the toilet soon. Looking at the table where a teapot and countless teabags were strewn across, alongside the tea cups they’d been drinking from (with plenty of refills) over the last hour, it was no wonder. Still, she had only a few paragraphs left in the chapter. She could wait. She had gotten so engrossed that she only noticed that Takeshi had closed his book, gotten up, and sat down next to her when he put his hand over hers. She started a bit, but calmed down quickly and then turned her head to give him a smile. He nodded in response before opening his mouth to speak. “Ella, you’ve been studying for awhile now. Maybe we should take a break?” Ella had an idea of what a break meant, but as nice as it could be, she really wanted to get this concept down before retiring. Ella shook her head. “Sorry Takeshi-San, but I’m almost done with this chapter. I want to finish while the rest is fresh in my mind. Get the concepts together. I’ll be done soon.” Still, Takeshi was beside her. “I suppose that’s fair. But still, you look rather tense. Would it be alright if I massaged you while you finished?” She smiled again. Despite his age, Takeshi sometimes acted like she’d imagine a younger man would - any excuse to touch her, right? It wasn’t cloying or annoying though. He was respectful and kind enough that it came off as flattering. After she nodded, Takeshi moved to sit behind her, most likely to, if asked, get the proper pressure on her shoulder. She felt his hands caressing her bare shoulders (California’s aforementioned weather meant that tank tops were in vogue) before he began to squeeze carefully, applying smaller bits of pressure, just like he did for post training massages. As nice as her having her muscles relaxed felt, she still had to finish the chapter. As Takeshi's lithe fingers worked their magic on her stressed neck and shoulders, she took a few minutes to read and digest to concepts in the chapter. And soon enough, she was done, just as Takeshi had begun to work on her middle back. She made a move to get up, but Takeshi swiftly put his hands on her shoulders to keep her sitting. Before she could explain her actions, he explained his. “You’ve been doing such good work, Ella. How would you feel about me rewarding you?” Despite his words, his grip didn’t loosen. Ella chuckled. “Thank you Takeshi-San, but first I have to get up to use the restroom.” Still, his hands didn’t move. “I noticed you shifting. We did have quite a bit of tea. But... I’d prefer if we stayed right here for a bit.” Ella blushed, about to protest, but as usual, he was faster than her. “I’ll take full responsibility for whatever happens and I’ll clean it up, okay? Don’t worry. Just relax and feel good.” Ella didn’t say anything else, but wondered if it would really be okay. She knew exactly what Takeshi was hinting at, and it made her feel dirty... but also kind of hot. Well, it wasn’t like she was at the very verge of pissing herself. If Takeshi changed his mind, she had plenty of time to warn him before her cup runneth over. She sighed and leaned in Takeshi's body behind her. As expected, he was nice and warm. So comforting. She inhaled his scent. It was hard to imagine there was a time she was terrified of him. For his part, Takeshi wasted no time using his hands. One hand stayed on her shoulder, massaging gently to help Ella relax, while his other hand slipped to her front and began to grope her left breast. He clawed at her hungrily, but with enough restraint to make sure he didn’t hurt her. Today wasn’t about rushing or roughness. Today was about relaxation. She let out a soft groan as he groped a bit harder. Takeshi stopped for a moment to plant a gentle series of kisses down her neck. Ella shivered as he managed to get all her weak spots right away. He wasn’t playing fair. Maybe he was more pent up than she thought. She had been studying more for exams. She suddenly felt guilty - had she been neglecting poor Takeshi? She couldn’t dwell on it too long, though - the hand that was on her breast began to travel down her stomach. She felt warm as his skin traveled across hers. And then his other hand left her shoulder to travel along the curves of her body. What exactly was the old man planning? She felt him lean heavily into her and over her as his hands both went lower and lower, until they reached her crotch. He swiftly put his hands under her pants, making her feel happy she decided to go for sweatpants instead of jeans today. She saw the outlines of his hands through the fabric. He brought one finger against her clitoris - still behind her panties - and traced it down her slit. He then brought his finger up and pressed it firmly against her crotch, before gently rubbing. “Already wet. Good girl,” he growled in her ear, causing her to blush. It was only when he said those words that she noticed how warm she felt - not just because of her pressing need to pee (she hoped all he felt was her arousal - not any spurts that happened to break through). This damn dirty old man had this strange effect on her. Though something told her that she also had an effect on him - that something being the feeling of something long and hard pressing against her back as he leaned into her. Then she felt a sudden pressure on her bladder. She was only just able to stop herself from letting loose on the carpet by pressing her own hands down on her crotch. As she did so, she felt the culprit - One of Takeshi’s roaming hands had found itself on top of her bulging bladder, and even now it was gently pressing against her. Takeshi chuckled before using his other hand to drag her hands away. “You weren’t kidding. I wonder how long we have until you lose control. Well, I’m sure I can make things happen faster.” Ella tried to turn to him, but found it difficult with him leaning over her. “I probably only have a few minutes left. If you don’t want a big mess on your pillows, you should let me go.” She heard him go ‘hmm’ as though seriously considering her words. Then she felt him squeeze her tightly. She yelped slightly in shock and in a small bit of pain and she had to hastily control her bladder muscles to prevent leaking. “I’m okay with it. Are you?” She didn’t know how to respond right away. “Ella, I’ll only do this with your consent,” he said, and his grip began to loosen. Ella felt herself blushing crimson. She actually did want this - but would Takeshi hate her? Or think she was gross? But the idea of release, and even more, with her beloved beside her... it turned her on. This was a green light, right? “I... I want it, Takeshi,” Ella whispered. Takeshi didn’t move. Ella took a deep breath. “Takeshi, please help me cum!” She almost shouted. Once again she was extremely embarrassed, and Takeshi was chuckling. “Well, alright. It wouldn’t be kind of me to leave my student hanging after such an earnest request,” Takeshi said. Ella smiled despite herself. Takeshi's hands began to explore once more, and Ella brought her hands away, allowing him to explore as much as he wanted. He was quick to bring a hand underneath her panties and use his fingers to open her lower lips before using those same fingers to gently brush against her outer vulva, threatening to penetrate her, but never actually going inside. His other hand had lowered as well, and now he was brushing a stubby thumb across her clitoris. At each sensation, Ella began to pant. “Think of this as, perhaps, endurance training. Can you hold out for a few more minutes?” Ella made a grunting noise of confirmation, though as she felt the pressure coming from her nether regions, she actually began to doubt she could hold out for much longer. Each sensation of pleasure made her want to release. It felt like her mind was fighting between holding her bladder and experiencing pleasure. “Keep it together for a few more minutes. I’m so proud of you, Ella.” Ella’s emotions flashed between aroused and embarrassed quickly. She wasn’t doing much to be proud of, but Takeshi’s praise still made her feel special. “Concentrate,” he warned suddenly. Before Ella could ask what he was going to do, she felt him begin to penetrate her with one finger. If she hadn’t gotten that warning, it would’ve been the end for these comfy pillows beneath her and their life of being piss free. Still, her endurance was getting low. She wondered if she should beg Takeshi to let her release right now. No, he was asking her to hold on, just for another minute. She desperately wanted his approval. He hadn’t planned on making it easy, apparently. With a bit more roughness, he inserted a second finger in her. Ella groaned loudly, and pressed herself against his hand, trying desperately to get help controlling her bladder. To distract herself from the pressure, she began to hump his hand. He wasn’t even moving his fingers, allowing her to do the hard work. The sensation of his hand against her pubic area made it just a little easier to endure everything. Even when he brushed his finger against her clitoris again, she held on. Then he brought two fingers to either side of her clitoris and squeezed them together. Ella groaned again. This was blatantly unfair. But then again, his training had always been a bit strict. She almost cried out as she felt him shift behind her. What next? She felt him bury his face in the nape of her neck, and felt his hot breath on her shoulder. She couldn’t hold back the shivers this sent through her body. Then the jerk began to gently nibble on her neck. Ella whined with each bite. She was sure that if his mouth hadn’t been busy, he’d be doing his usual chuckle. He continued doing this for another agonizing minute. She continued to hump and press against his hand, desperate to earn his approval, and simply desperate in general. She wasn’t aware of how much time had passed before he moved his head away from her neck and put his mouth to her ear. She closed her eyes, expecting more punishing teasing in store. “Good girl. It’s time for your reward. It’s time to release.” Ella blushed. She’d been waiting for so long for this. She was past the point of shame or embarrassment - all that mattered now was release. With a well earned sit of relief, Ella let her bladder relax. She felt the fabric around her pussy sat with the sudden wetness. She opened her eyes and saw her pants steadily growing dark beneath her. Soon her yellow liquid was dripping down the pillow she sat on, and a puddle quickly formed around her on the floor. This was the feeling of extreme bliss. She jumped when she felt something inside her move. In the haze of pleasure and release, she only just remembered that Takeshi had two fingers inside her. She blushed, hoping he wouldn’t be mad at her soaking him. Then again, given that he was once more pumping his fingers in and out of her, she had a feeling he didn’t mind so much. “Lovely. I bet you feel so much better now,” he said teasingly. But it was true. She felt amazing. And it only got better when Takeshi once more brought his other hand to her clitoris, gently stroking as much as he could of her as she drained herself on his pillow and his hands. Even when he stream eventually ended, his hands kept up their exploration. Ella bent into back into him slightly, trying to give him deeper access. As she did, she heard her wet clothes make a squelching noise. But that didn’t matter now. She had asked Takeshi to help her come, and presumably, he was fulfilling that request. Now without having to take consideration of her bladder, Takeshi’s hands moved even faster. The fingers inside her curled slightly, helping him press against her g spot. He continued to gently pinch and tease her clitoris as well. It was an overwhelming amount of sensation. Just like before, she felt like she was on the verge of exploding. The last straw was him planting a gentle kiss on the back of her head. “Takeshi!” She yelled out his name wildly as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her already soaked pants were given another barrage as she squirted. The fact she had pants on only slightly concealed the damage. She was still shivering as Takeshi brought his hands out for her pants and wrapped her in a gentle hug. As her mind was still putting itself together, she thought about how she could smell her fluids on his hands. “You did very well today, Ella. You must be tired after that. Now, why don’t you take off those wet clothes and go lie down in the bed? I’ll join you shortly.” Ella was in no state to protest. She awkwardly stood up. Before she took off her pants and panties, she took a moment to survey the results of the last half hour. Her pants were, of course, soaked through. There was a sizable puddle on the floor and the pillow was also drenched. She only felt really bad though, when she saw that Takeshi’s trousers were also damp. Though maybe that wasn’t completely her fault, she’d later reflect. Takeshi apparently was getting a little impatient. When she took a few seconds to look around, he brought up his hands to bring down her pants. As he did that, Ella took off her panties. She wasn’t sure where to put them, but then Takeshi put out a hand to her expectantly. Beginning to feel shame again, Ella was hesitant to give him her urine soaked panties. He changed his expression to a kind smile and nodded at his hand. That was enough for her to change her mind and give him the panties. He then also got up and lifted up the pillow. He brought her pants, panties, and the pillow to a laundry basket not too far off. As he lifted the basket, he nodded to the bedroom. Without another word, Ella walked over to the bedroom. She wondered if she needed to shower first, but Takeshi made no mention of it. She wondered if he wanted her to smell like urine for a bit longer. The familiar mixed feelings or arousal and embarrassment came up again as she took off her tank top and then slid under the covers of Takeshi’s bed. She definitely had been tired - she closed her eyes and wasn’t sure how long it was before she felt Takeshi slip into bed next to her. She must’ve nodded off for a short while - the bed felt much warmer from her body heat. He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her once more. From what she felt of flesh and fabric, he’d taken off his shirt and pants, and only had his boxers on. She heard him sigh contentedly. She was about to speak, but as usual, he was quicker. “Go back to sleep. I’ve taken care of everything.” “I haven’t taken care of you,” she said guiltily. As far as she knew, only she’d come during their time together today. She felt slightly offended when he chucked, though she supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised. “Thank you, but believe me, I’m fine right now. If it really bothers you, you can make it up to me when we wake up. But for now, let’s rest.” If she were facing him, she’d have pouted in response. But wrapped up in his arms, she admitted to herself that maybe it was time to do as he said and rested. After all, she felt so lovely, nice and warm under the covers in his arms. In no time at all, the two drifted into a peaceful and comfortable sleep together.
Kara woke from a deep sleep  to her husband thrashing around and becoming tangled in the sheets. She sighed. So it was to be one of those nights. She reached over to touch her husbands shoulder. “Jeth,” she said gently, “wake up, you're having a nightmare.” But the dream held him tightly in its grip. He jerked away from her. He whimpered. She hated to see him in such torment.”Jeth, please wake up,”she said again. Then she felt it. Warmth and wetness spreading. He was wetting himself. “Oh, Jeth,” she said, trying once again to lay her hand on his shoulder. This time, he woke with a gasp. “Gavin…” he whispered. “Gavin…” and Kara knew what the dream had been about. It had been about those terrible moments in the war, when he had thought he had lost Gavin forever.  When Gavin had leapt in front of a sword for him and taken a near fatal blow. Jeth had thought his best friend, no,his brother,would die in his arms that day. Kara hadn't witnessed it, but she had treated them both in the hospital afterward. Gavin had been in very bad shape, and Jeth had been pretty beat up as well. Even though Jeth had sustained a broken collarbone, a bad concussion, and various other cuts, scrapes,and bruises,his first thought had been his friends and comrades, especially Gavin. As soon as he could walk, he had been at Gavins bedside. And now, 7 years later, on a cold winter night, he lay lost in the terror of his memories. Kara held him close and whispered soothing words, not caring that she was getting wet from lying in the soaked bed. She could feel him shaking. His heart was beating too fast. “Shh…” she told him. “It's okay. You're okay. The war is over. You're safe. Gavin lived. Gavin’s at home. “ Gradually, he calmed. His heart slowed. The shaking stopped. His breathing evened out. But as he calmed down, he noticed what he’d done. He leapt up fast, tearing himself from her grip. “Oh, no!” he said. “I'm sorry, I’m sorry, I didn't mean to!” Kara got up and lit the lamp, saying “it's okay, I know it was an accident.” He just looked even more heartbroken as he saw that her clothes were wet too. “It got on you. I'm so sorry,” he apologized again. She came over and put her arms around him again. “Sh…” she said.”It's okay. Accidents happen.” “Not to 23 year olds!” he said, frustrated. “Even Joe doesn't wet the bed, and he's five!” Kara thought of their son, asleep upstairs in the room that used to be Jeth's. “But Joe hasn't seen the horrible things you have.” “Hopefully, he never has to,” said Jeth. “He won't.” assured Kara. “You and the rest of the Knights made sure of that.” He was beginning to shiver again, she noticed, though not from fear this time. It was a cold night, after all, and his clothes were wet. She turned to their wardrobe and opened the door. She pulled out some clean clothes for him. “Here, Jeth,” she said. “Change and then go in the living room, where it's warmer. I'll join you in a few minutes.” “But I should help clean the bed,” he told her. “it's fine.” She said. “I'll do it.” “If you're sure,” he said. After he had gone into the other room, Kara changed her own clothes and began to strip the bed. “He hasn't had a nightmare that bad in a long time,” she thought. She wondered what had triggered it. Probably Gavin’s illness,  she decided. For Gavin had been very ill, and was still very ill. He had had an infection of the lungs, and Kara and her mentor, the chief healer, Elizabeth, had been very busy taking care of him, as well as keeping up with their other duties. Laura, Gavins wife, was almost out of her mind with worry and lack of sleep. She was worried about Gavin, and she had to take care of her 4 year old son, Luke. She also helped take care of Joe. Luke and Joe were understandably frightened. Jeth had been over there for as many hours as he could spare. In truth, he had neglected his work slightly, but it was nothing too terrible. No one could blame him, really. But he hadn't gotten much sleep lately. So when Gavins fever had broken that evening, Kara had insisted that Jeth go home and rest. He had gone to bed early. He had been so exhausted. Perhaps that was why he’d been so difficult to wake up. Poor thing, the stress of the situation must have gotten to him. He had feared for Gavins life, and he was still worried. Even though the fever had broken, Gavin was still very weak. Kara finished up, and went into the living room. Jeth was sitting on the rug. Arlo lay beside him, head on his lap. Their other dog, a young reddish hound named Judd, lay curled up at his other side. He was petting them and speaking softly to them. Kara had to smile at the sight. Arlo always knew when Jeth was upset and made sure to stick especially close to him at those times. And Judd, well Judd probably just wanted petting. Jeth looked up as Kara came in. She could see tear tracks on his cheeks. “I really am sorry,” he said again.  “You should have let me help. “ “It's really okay” said Kara again. “Please stop worrying about it.”She was relieved to see that he seemed considerably calmer. She nudged Judd out of the way and sat down beside Jeth. Judd settled down again beside her. She scratched him behind the ears and his tail thumped the floor. She reached her other arm up to put it around Jeth's shoulders. “Gavins going to be okay you know,” she said. “Elizabeth said he was on the mend. And I can see that he is.” “I know,” said Jeth. “it's just, I can't bear the thought of losing him. I've been so scared.” “He'll be fine,” she said again, feeling him relax. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, just watching the fire. The dogs fell asleep.  Jeth put an arm around Kara and she curled into his side. They lay back on the soft rug, and in a few minutes, they were sound asleep.
I wrote this a while ago as the idea came into my head, and have tweaked it a little bit since. There is, I think, the possibility for a continuation, but it depends on inspiration, motivation, and whether anyone would even be interested in reading more. Read the tags for content warnings, and enjoy! Andi’s hand shook as he struggled with his keys. He stood walking in place, jaw clenched, and a small whimper of frustration escaped him before he managed to get the key in the lock of his front door. Once inside he threw down his bag, and left a trail of scarf, jacket, and boots as he raced towards the bathroom. He pulled the door shut on reflex even though he now lived alone. He hesitated, glancing at the toilet. He needed to go so badly he felt like he would burst, but after a brief moment’s consideration he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and turned towards the shower. Shifting his weight back and forth between his feet he wondered if he should take them off or not. In the end he left them on, and stepped into the shower. He stood there for a good while, occasionally moaning, whimpering and swearing, still shifting back and forth, rocking on the balls of his feet. He stuck a hand in between his legs and grabbed himself. He could feel that he was hard, but of course he was. ‘Shit,’ he murmured. ‘Shit, shit, fuck . . .’ He felt the pressure building, until he couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and he sobbed as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and his urine began to flow down his legs, through his pants, splashing onto the tiles beneath his feet. ‘No! No . . .’ He sank to his knees, panting and sobbing, feeling the warm pee underneath him. He touched the front of his boxers, rubbed himself through the fabric, and a final spurt of urine soaked his hand. He grabbed one of his nipples between the fingers of his other hand, pinching, and kept stroking his sex until his sobs turned to groans of pleasure and he finally came. Sitting there, in a puddle of his own piss, he didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to take his pants off, even though they were quickly becoming cold and uncomfortable. In the end, he did anyway. Andi had two secrets. One was this, his most shameful kink. That he liked to hold his pee in until he wet himself. That he got off on it. The other was that he was only a few months a ‘real’ boy. He’d been on T for a little over half a year. His voice had dropped. He had gotten hairier, his skin had changed, as had his body fat ratio. He had always been quite flat chested, though what little tits he had still bothered him, as did what was, or wasn’t, between his legs. He did have a dick, the clitoris having grown significantly. It was about an inch long now, about an inch and a half and much thicker while erect. He was proud of his dick. It couldn’t penetrate anyone, but then he had always preferred bottoming anyway. Still, he hated to think about it, to look at it. His vulva. He’d hoped his dick would grow bigger than this. It still might, of course, but a lot of the guys he’d spoken to said theirs grew most in the first six months on testosterone. Whether or not he’d have surgery at some point he hadn’t quite decided, but he really wanted to. Top surgery was a given, and he was already on a waiting list. Andi hadn’t had sex in a long time. Not since he started trying to pass. Well, not until recently, that is. Not until Ronan. Ronan, who had been his best friend for a long time, and who somehow took everything in stride. When they had first met, online, Andi’s transition had been in its infancy. He had only just started to accept that he was trans, and the first thing he had done was try to be a boy online. Ronan was the sort of person who inspired trust, so eventually Andi had told him everything. He had been completely cool with it. He hadn’t asked any weird or invasive questions. He had simply listened, and when Andi had asked if he was freaked out, he had written: Why? You’re the same person now that you were five minutes ago. You’re my friend. And I want you to be happy. Since that moment, Andi had shared his fears, his body dysphoria, what his doctors and therapists told him, and his hopes for the future with Ronan. And then, at some point, his fantasies and his kinks, and that was when their relationship had changed. They had talked about all of it, and then explored it in detail, first with a series of phone calls and Skype sessions, and then finally, a few weeks ago, in person. The fact that Ronan, who was gay, wanted to be with Andi almost served to make him feel more like a real man than the hormones could. But this last kink even Ronan didn’t know about, and he never ever would. If he ever found out . . . Andi was sure even Ronan couldn’t accept something like that. Who would? It was, objectively speaking, gross. Urine was not a natural part of sex. Of course, it wasn’t the urine itself that turned him on. It was the desperation, and the act of wetting himself. The shame of it. Shame and humiliation were already present in his and Ronan’s play. When they were together, Ronan had tied Andi up, spanked him, made him choke on his dick, and Andi had loved every second of it. The memory was enough to make him blush. Ronan was naturally dominating, and being submissive with him felt wonderfully freeding. This, though, this was different. Lately, Andi’s wetting fantasies had taken on a different form. He imagined not doing it alone. He imagined Ronan telling him when he could and couldn’t pee—much the same way he sometimes forbade him from touching himself without permission—refusing him access to the toilet until he was a shivering, desperate mess. He pictured Ronan making him wet himself on command, and sometimes he imagined Ronan fucking him while he was holding, fucking his arse until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and pissed. Then he would get disciplined with a spanking. He could never, ever tell Ronan what he was imagining. The whole thing had started back when his transition was in its infancy, pre-T. Back when he had begun trying to pass. At the time he had felt very uncomfortable with public bathrooms. He didn’t want to use the ladies’ room because he wasn’t a woman, but he felt like if he used the men’s room they would see straight through him. They would call his bluff, they wouldn’t see him as a real man. So whenever he was away from home, he refused to use the toilet. One evening he had been out for a drink with some good friends who called him Andi instead of Anna, and used the correct pronouns, and it had been a really good time. He had rather a lot of beer. He was quite used to holding his pee in by then, and could usually handle it, but it got a lot more difficult when he was drunk, and on his way home at two in the morning, it happened. He wet himself. It was dark, but there were some people about. Andi froze, completely mortified, hoping to God that no one would notice. It didn’t seem like anyone did, but he had never felt more embarrassed or terrible about himself. As soon as he could shut off the flow, which was easier said than done, he ran the rest of the way home and locked himself in the bathroom, sobbing. Not seeing any point in holding it in anymore, he let go and finished wetting himself on the bathroom floor. After pulling off his sopping wet jeans, he got in the shower and washed. He got off twice, went to bed, and got off again. The next morning he woke up wanting to do it all again. Thinking about that night (what he had since come to think of as his second awakening, the first having been when he accepted his true gender) still made him hard. Andi turned on the shower, washing the urine from his legs and the floor. He made the water as hot as he could take, and while he stood under it, began to stroke himself. He pictured Ronan while he did, and tentatively reached back, pushing a wet finger inside his arse. He moaned loudly, and a little bit of leftover pee trickled out. His fingers didn’t really feel like enough, though, and he stepped out of the shower and over to the bathroom cabinet. He had left his dildo there the last time he had got off. He found it along with some lube, and after slicking it up and stretching his hole a bit, got back in the shower and began to pump his arse with it. He moaned loudly, stroking his cock, and peed a bit more. It didn’t take him long to come. Andi cleaned himself up and got out of the shower. After towelling himself off he reached for his phone to check his messages, and the moment he touched it, it rang. Ronan’s picture filled the screen, and Andi instantly blushed. He only let it ring twice before answering. ‘Hi,’ he said, his voice a bit breathless. ‘Well, hello there, boy,’ said Ronan’s deep, silky voice. ‘You sound exactly the way I like you best,’ he purred. ‘Have you been naughty?’ Andi smiled. ‘Maybe . . .’ ‘Tell me,’ Ronan demanded. His tone of voice hadn’t changed, but it was a command nonetheless, and Andi felt a tugging sensation somewhere in the vicinity of his crotch. He may not like his XX-chromosome parts all that much, but they did give him the advantage (or disadvantage) of not being easily spent, and he immediately reached down to touch himself again, before stopping himself. ‘I just got out of the shower,’ he said. ‘I may have . . . Gotten off a few times.’ Ronan tutted. ‘Without me? I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ ‘Guess you’ll have to punish me,’ said Andi quickly. Ronan chuckled softly. ‘If you’re so eager for punishment, boy, perhaps I should prepare some less pleasurable discipline. Silent contemplation, say.’ Andi whimpered involuntarily. ‘No? Well, I guess I do owe you a bit of a spanking. Too bad I can’t do it right now.’ Ronan sighed. ‘What are you doing?’ Andi asked. ‘Right now I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you all naked and wet in the shower.’ Andi let his hand wander down to his own dick and said, ‘Me too.’ ‘Uh-uh. Did I tell you you were allowed to touch yourself?’ Ronan asked, and Andi stopped immediately, but not before whining softly. ‘What’s that, boy? Are you complaining?’ ’N—no,’ Andi stammered. ‘Of course not.’ ‘Good. You can touch yourself when I tell you to.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Andi, obediently. ‘What were you doing before?’ Ronan asked him. Andi’s heart hammered in his chest. ‘Nothing, really. I was just in the shower, and then I . . . Touched myself.’ ‘How many times did you come?’ ‘Three . . . I think.’ ‘My naughty little Andi,’ said Ronan. ‘Whatever shall I do with you? It’s like you want to be punished.’ Andi swallowed, but said nothing. ‘Do you, boy? Do you want me to spank your arse raw?’ Andi moaned softly. ‘Tell me.’ Andi drew a breath, and it came out again ragged. When he spoke his voice was uneven. ‘If you want to. I’ve . . . I’ve been disobedient. I need discipline. Need to be . . . To be shamed.’ ‘You want me to shame you? To embarrass you?’ Ronan asked. Andi remained silent. His legs felt shaky. He was so turned on he could barely breathe, and he needed to pee again, too. ‘Tell me what would embarrass you most of all. What could I make you do that would be a true punishment?’ Andi spoke without thinking, without considering the consequences. It was a reflex, to answer Ronan truthfully. He couldn’t lie to him. ‘Make me piss myself.’ He covered his mouth, mortified. He had said it. What would happen now? ‘Oh?’ came Ronan’s voice. ‘Why, that’s new. What manner of kink is this?’ Andi bit his lip. ‘It’s . . . It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.’ ‘No, no, no,’ Ronan purred. ‘None of that, boy. Tell me.’ Swallowing a couple of times, Andi considered his words carefully before speaking. ‘Sometimes I . . . I like to hold it until I’m fit to burst. Getting all desperate like that . . . It, er . . . It really turns me on.’ His face felt hot, and he was stammering quite a bit. At the same time he felt more aroused than ever. Embarrassing himself like this, telling Ronan his most secret of secrets, he could almost come without even touching himself. ‘Sometimes I . . . I hold it until I wet myself, and then I get off.’ The last bit nearly turned into word salad, but Ronan seemed to catch it all the same. ‘Then I feel embarrassed, and ashamed . . .’ ‘Mmm . . . Well, I do like you desperate. I could forbid you from going to the toilet. And then, if you do wet yourself, I’d have to discipline you.’ ‘Oh God,’ Andi whimpered. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ ‘Please, sir, may I come?’ ‘Hm, not sure you’ve earned it yet. You’ve been holding back on me, after all. Not telling me about this . . . How long have you been doing it?’ Andi swallowed. ‘Since . . . since before I started on T. Back when I started trying to pass.’ ‘And here I thought you had told me all about your fantasies, and it turns out you’ve got this squirrelled away. I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ There was amusement in Ronan’s stern voice. ‘I’m sorry,’ Andi mumbled. ‘I . . . It was embarrassing. I thought maybe . . . maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if I told you. That you wouldn’t want to . . .’ ‘That I wouldn’t want to fuck you anymore?’ Ronan chuckled. ‘You’re an idiot, my little Andi. The thought of you all desperate like that, of you pissing yourself and feeling mortified about it . . . Mmm, that really turns me on.’ His voice sounded a little breathless. Andi licked his lips. ‘Ronan . . . Sir . . .’ ‘All right. Since you’ve given me so many fun things to think about, I’ll let you come, boy.’ Andi’s hand immediately went down to his crotch and he began to stroke himself. ‘Fuck . . . I’m so horny right now, I can’t even—I’m gonna—’ ‘So eager. Slow down, boy. That’s it.’ Andi did as he was asked, slowed the movement of his fingers, but he still felt so close. ‘How’s it feel?’ Ronan breathed. ‘Feels good,’ Andi moaned. ‘God . . . Wish you were here, fucking me.’ The sound Ronan made was more like a growl than anything else. ‘So do I, boy. So do I. But until I am, this will have to do.’ ‘Mhm . . .’ Andi felt breathless. ‘Fuck . . . Ronan, please . . .’ ‘Go on then. You can come.’ Andi picked up the pace. His thighs quivered, and he could barely remain standing, unable to support himself with his other hand since he was on the phone. ‘Oh, fuck! Ah!’ He came, but kept stroking, and not long after he came again. He dropped to his knees, hand still working. ‘Fuck, you sound so good, Andi. Keep this up, I’m gonna come, too. Think you’ve got another one in you?’ ‘Yeah.’ Andi kept going, eyes slipping shut. ‘I can . . . fuck! Shit . . . I need to . . .’ He hesitated, face feeling hot. ‘I need to pee.’ ‘I see. Tell you what. When you come, you can pee.’ ‘Mmh . . . Yes, sir.’ Andi stroked himself faster, getting closer and closer. ‘Ronan . . . Ronan, I’m gonna come again!’ ‘Mm, go ahead. Let me hear you. I’m so close, I’m gonna come, too. Wish I could come in your mouth. All over your face.’ That was all it took, and Andi gave a loud shout as he came a third time. He was forced to stop touching himself, as he was too sensitive to continue, and then he pissed again, letting out a moan of relief. On the other end of the line, he heard Ronan swear, and groan, voice gaining in pitch as he finally came. Andi loved listening to Ronan coming. He loved listening to Ronan, period. ‘How are you feeling?’ asked Ronan softly. ‘Good. I feel . . .’ Andi gave a breathless laugh. ‘I feel good. Thanks. Fuck . . .’ Ronan laughed as well. ‘You always sound so good, boy. Can’t wait to see you again.’ ‘You’re still coming next weekend, right?’ ‘Of course I am. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Andi. You won’t be able to walk.’ Andi whimpered. If he gave himself a few minutes, he’d be ready for another three or four orgasms, he was sure of it. His libido had already been high pre-T. Testosterone did not serve to soften it. Still, best not push his luck. As much as he loved and accepted Ronan’s discipline, there could be too much of a good thing. He cleared his throat. ‘Can’t wait.’ ‘I don’t want you to touch yourself until then, boy. Is that clear?’ Andi gave another soft whimper. ‘Yes . . . yes, sir.’ ‘Good boy. I’ll see you soon enough.’ ‘Yeah. See ya. Thank you, sir.’ They hung up, and Andi stepped back into the shower for another rinse. Edited December 5, 2018 by ThornWild (see edit history)
For Jimmy Olsen, sorry it took me so long to get to your request!  _____________________________________ Playing the lead in her ballet school’s annual production of Swan Lake had been Eleanore’s dream since she first enrolled two years prior. Playing the starring role as a third year was an unprecedented honor and at 21, she would be the youngest to ever play the role. It had been a grueling few months of rehearsals but opening night had finally come.  Eleanore stood backstage nervously as she turned to put on her costume. She first pulled on opaque white leggings over her sky blue panties. Next came a white leotard and a tight corset that similarly had a crotch portion that connected the front to back to prevent it from moving as she performed the complicated performance. Finally, she put on her tulle tutu to complete the look. She took a moment to double check her delicate makeup and neatly done bun in the mirror then took a deep breath to head to the stage. She and the other girls tittered excitedly, well, all of them except one.  Rachel was a fourth year student who had also tried out for the lead that year. Her hopes had been dashed the previous year, as that of most third years were, and she had assumed the role would be hers. It was her last year at the school, surely the casting director would take that into account! Alas, she had apparently been incorrect and now she held a cold bitterness in her heart for the third year that had stolen such an opportunity from her. As the curtain rose and she and the other dancers made their way onto the stage for the opening number, the requisite smile was pasted on her face but in her mind she only wished misfortune on Eleanore. Little did she know, her wish would come true.  Eleanore had felt a small stirring in her abdomen right before the performance but had simply chalked it up to nerves, especially when the sensation seemed to disappear the moment she got on stage. She began to rethink her initial assessment however when the feeling returned soon afterwards. Now Eleanore was a smart girl, and she had always had a policy of going to the bathroom the moment she felt the need to. She hadn’t had an accident since before she was potty trained and so she instinctively started to walk from the wings of the stage to further back when she realized something. She didn’t have that long until she was next needed on stage and that many layers of her costume would be difficult to remove. She sighed but resigned herself to holding until the intermission. The urge had only just started to build after all. She had a perfect track record and highly doubted she would break it.  The problem with Eleanore’s logic, however, was that as a side effect of her policy she was unused to having to hold her bladder for very long. The next time she was on stage she began to really feel the weight in her abdomen. Every complicated dance move that she had worked so hard to perfect only served to increase her need but she didn’t let her struggle show. By the time intermission had finally rolled around Eleanore had grown the most uncomfortable she had been in a very long time. She quickly looked around her and, once she had determined the coast was clear, reached down to give her crotch a squeeze. She took several deep breaths and then after she collected herself she began to make her way towards the dressing rooms where the restrooms are.  Eleanore had not been as sneaky as she’d thought. Rachel had seen the small show of desperation and saw her opportunity to mess with the girl who had stolen her opportunity to be in the spotlight. So Rachel raced to get to the locker rooms a different route. She managed to get there a little ahead of Eleanore, and turned to her with a fake apologetic smile plastered onto her face. “Sorry! I’ve been dying to go since before the performance. Seriously. I was sure I would wet myself. Can you imagine? Peeing all over the stage? Man I would die. I thought for sure it would all gush out of me. But I’ll stop rambling now, thanks again,” Rachel told Eleanore, wasting as much time with her speech as possible. Since she wasn’t actually desperate, she took her time to remove her costume layer by layer. She decided she may as well use the toilet since she knew the door wasn’t very thick and Eleanore would surely hear the stream from outside. So Rachel plopped down onto the toilet seat and released her bladder into the water waiting below. She was somewhat surprised at how much her bladder had actually contained but knew that was for the better since it made for a louder sounder. She began to moan out relief exaggeratedly to make sure the poor girl outside the door could here. When she had finally finished voiding the contents of her bladder, she once again took her sweet time cleaning herself off and getting redressed. Eleanore was dying outside the bathroom stall. Her eyes remained glued to the clock until she started to hear Rachel’s stream and loud moans of relief from the other side of the door. Her eyes darted back over to the door, round and wide as dinner plates as her own need spiked at the sounds. “That should be me!” she thought, as her traitorous bladder throbbed in agreement. Eventually Rachel emerged, a broad smile on her face. “All yours now!” she said cheerily before looking at the clock and suddenly turning back to Eleanore. “Oh no! It looks like we’re out of time actually! Better head back to the wings, wouldn’t want to miss our cue. You didn’t have to go that badly anyway, right?” Rachel said innocently, before flouncing off before Eleanore could respond. The poor desperate girl moaned in agony the moment she believed Rachel to be out of ear shot, oblivious to the other girl’s evil laughter and intentions.  Eleanore took several moments to compose herself as she returned to the wings to wait. She hid her pain behind a composed mask, not daring to let anyone in on her secret agony. Grueling rehearsal schedules and years of practice had taught the young ballerina to hide pain in the midst of performance, although usually it was her feet in pain not her bladder. She used this skill now as each twirl, midair split, lift, and pirouette made her bladder protest violently. During one particularly high kick she felt the first leak force its way out of her quickly tiring bladder. The gusset of her blue panties was immediately soaked and it took every ounce of the poor girl’s willpower not to let her mortification show on her face. The next leak came during a large dramatic turn while she was in center stage. She felt several spurts force their way out until she could feel that the liquid had managed to make its way to the fabric of the tights right around her crotch. She survived the grand finale only barely, another spurt making its way out then but she couldn’t even run off then because she had to make her bows. Every moment was agony for the poor girl and when the curtains finally closed she didn’t stick around to talk to the others. Rachel followed as Eleanore took off running towards the dressing rooms once more. By the time Rachel caught up she was incredibly pleased to find Eleanore, her tutu hastily discarded to the side, frantically pee dancing in place with one hand buried in her crotch and the other trying desperately to undo the knot of the corset behind her. Rachel watched the poor girl struggle for awhile before once again feigning innocence and saying “You look like you’re struggling there. Need help?” Eleanore’s head jerked around to stare at Rachel, face burning red at having been caught doing something so unbecoming. Rachel’s surprise entrance had triggered yet another leak and Eleanore knew that the leak had managed to wet the gusset of both the leotard and the crotch portion of her corset. By this point she knew she was rapidly losing the battle so she swallowed her pride and accepted Rachel’s offer of help. Rachel loved every minute as she pretended to struggle to undo the knot Eleanore had made to secure the corset. She would occasionally offer insincere words of reassurance as Eleanore squirmed and twisted her legs together, both hands now firmly planted in her crotch. Eventually Rachel decided she had had her fun and began to actually try and undo the knot. Once she’d done so successfully she unlaced it and was about to tell Eleanore as much when she suddenly heard the girl release a long, embarrassed moan. Rachel could only stare in disbelief at the scene unfolding in front of her.  Eleanore trembled in place gripping her crotch harder for only a moment until she realized it was no use and there was no way she would be able to stop the flow. She switched tracks and instead yanked off the corset, revealing a quickly growing wet patch on her leotard. Before she could even try to remove the leotard she fully lost control and resigned herself to it. She buried her face in her hands as the dam fully burst and she began flooding her panties, tights, and leotard in earnest. The multiple layers caused the golden liquid to pool rather high up before it cascaded down her legs, leaving a very large wet patch around her crotch and up both the front and back of the garment. Wet tracks appeared wide and obvious as they raced down her tights before the liquid finally escaped out onto the floor and formed a large puddle. Rachel watched on in delighted wonder at the spectacle before her. When Eleanore’s flow finally stopped, Rachel couldn’t help but throw in a jab, snidely saying “I knew you were young to play the part but I didn’t think you were that young.” Eleanor blushed bright red, trying to stammer out an excuse but Rachel waved her off. “Don’t worry your secret is safe with me for now, but if you’re going to dance in the big leagues you may want to get potty trained first,” the older girl scoffed before leaving Eleanore in her mess.  Eleanore could only nod in defeat as she watched Rachel walk away. After a moment standing in there in the puddle of her own urine, practically drenched from the waist down, she eventually snapped out of her embarrassed fog. Eventually with a resigned sigh, she removed the rest of her costume, cleaned up the best she could, and then got to work cleaning up  after herself.  Edited December 5, 2018 by Alltheomorashi (see edit history)
This is another request from SAM996. Enjoy! _____________________________________ Jenna and Grant had been best friends since they were kids. They did everything together, and planned on going to the same college now that they were in their last year of high school. Their lives had been pretty ordinary so far but all of that was about to change. Jenna had gone home early the previous day because she was feeling sick, so imagine her surprise when she woke up feeling good as new. She blearily opened her eyes only to look around and take in her surroundings. “That’s weird,” she thought, “I don’t remember deciding to sleepover at Grant’s house.” She sat up more in bed and as she started to get her bearings she rapidly realized something was very, very wrong. She swiftly rushed out of bed to go to the in suite bathroom and look in the mirror. Sure enough, it was Grant’s blue eyes and sandy blonde hair staring back at her. In total disbelief she couldn’t help but look down towards her crotch and take a peak into the flannel pajama pants she was wearing. The sight she found there only confirmed her fears. She felt a slight stirring in her, Grant’s? bladder but there was no way she even going to try to deal with that so she ignored it in favor of rushing to grab Grant’s phone off the nightstand.  You see, Jenna was a virgin. In fact, looking down into her, or rather Grant’s, pants just now was the first time she had ever even seen a penis. She was hardly prepared to touch one and furthermore it seemed like a violation.  She thanked her lucky stars that she and Grant knew the passcodes to each other’s phones as she picked his up and quickly dialed her own phone. Grant swiftly picked up and it was absolutely surreal to hear her own voice speak to her. “Erm, Jenna? Are you-?” he asked. “Y...yea. And I’m freaking out! What do we do?” she asked him frantically. “I don’t know! I guess you just have to play along and go to school until we figure this out. Maybe I can google something?” he responded. “I have to play along? Why aren’t you coming?” she gasped. “I can’t. You’re sick remember? That means now I’m sick. I didn’t realize how bad off you were, geez.” “Oh- yea. Oh man how are we going to do this?” “It’s going to be fine,” Grant reassured her, “we know each other inside and out. We can fake being each other for the day. Ok?” “Ok,” Jenna conceded. They only talked on the phone for a moment more before Jenna heard Grant’s mom calling. She gulped, hung up the phone, and quickly got dressed in her new body. She still refused to look at her new groin anymore, it was too disorienting so she ignored the stirring of her bladder once more before heading downstairs. It turned out Grant had been right. She found it surprisingly easy to pretend to be him as she ate breakfast with his mom. She was so wrapped up in the conversation and maintaining her room that she didn’t even notice that she’d drank two glasses of orange juice. She grabbed the coffee Grant always carried with him and then went to get into his car. Once inside she cursed. How could she forget he drove a stick shift? Luckily, the knowledge on how to drive it seemed to come instinctually, albeit a little slower than Grant probably would do it, and she soon found herself arriving to school.  She went to his first period class, and settled into a seat towards the very back, trying to collect herself as she sipped on his coffee. Soon she realized what a mistake she had made. The pressure in her bladder was steadily increasing and she didn’t know what to about it. It was too late for her to leave and try to relieve herself but she was growing pretty desperate. She wiggled around in the chair, hoping that would provide enough relief to at least last her until she could ask permission to run to the bathroom and figure out the mechanics of it. In walked the teacher, Ms. Washington. She was a tall woman with dark hair, an ass that would even make the Kardashians jealous, and a large bosom to match. These were all things Jenna had noticed before but suddenly the sight elicited new feelings within her. As the hour long lecture started slowly but surely Jenna realized what the sensation she was feeling was, arousal. She tried to focus on the lesson instead but that only drew her attention more to the sexy teacher. Although her bladder was absolutely bursting she found her thoughts occupied instead by the growing arousal. Suddenly a new problem really arose. She looked down to her lap and to her horror realized she was hard as a rock. It was such a foreign feeling and she panicked not knowing what to do. She barely touched herself, let alone another man, her best friend no less. She’d certainly never been aroused during a lesson before and even if she had she’d never had to worry about people being able to tell before. Panicked, she pulled out Grant’s phone to text him. She frantically asked him what to do. “Oh god Jenna, you are killing me. Just- try to think of something super unappealing. If you’re not aroused anymore it will go down,” he tried to explain. “I can’t think of anything! It’s really distracting!” she quickly typed back. “Geez ok just, ask to go to the bathroom and you can- fuck. You can take care of it in there,” Grant messaged back. Jenna could feel heat rising to her cheeks. “A...are you sure?” she texted back. “Yes! This is me officially giving you permission just try not to embarrass me ok?” Jenna sent back an ok and tried to resume paying attention to the lesson. She only lasted a little longer before her painful arousal and bladder began to get to her. She let one hand drift down to press on the hard member and nearly gasped out loud at the sensation. She knew she shouldn’t but the feeling had been so good. She couldn’t help but run along the member the smallest bit over the black jeans she’d chosen. Her bladder was dying by this point, but her near painful erection demanded more attention. She knew she shouldn’t and she had promised Grant she wouldn’t embarrass him but no one else was sat close enough to her to notice what she was doing and soon she was stroking herself through the jeans pretty earnestly. At some point, Ms. Washington dropped her chalk on the ground and had to bend down to pick it up. Her skirt rode up, accenting the woman’s shapely bottom and that was it. Jenna bit down on her lip hard to prevent a moan from escaping as she suddenly found herself cumming hard into the black jeans. Grant was going to kill her. As she came down from the orgasm induced high she suddenly became aware of another sensation. Her crotch was very warm. More warm than it should be. To her horror she realized as soon as her first release had finished, a second had started. She was releasing Grant’s bladder into his pants and had no way of stopping it. Grant was really going to kill her now. The jeans were shiny with wetness and she could feel the urine traveling down her leg. “At least the jeans are black,” she thought helplessly. Luckily the flow finished before a large puddle could form, leaving just a small one in the seat. She could do nothing but sit in her wet and sticky underwear and jeans until the bell rang. Then she was very cautious to make sure no one noticed the mess she made as she dug through Grant’s bag until she found something to clean the seat with.  Somehow, some way, Jenna managed to clean everything up without anyone catching on. Grant never needs to know, she told herself as she left the classroom and made her way to the bathroom. She’d clean up, change into his gym shorts until the jeans dried, and no one would ever have to know the naughty things she’d just done in class.  ______________________________ I originally was going to put what both of them experienced but Jenna’s portion was getting so long I decided to break it up. So if you enjoyed this story, leave a comment and I’ll probably make a sequel in this thread detailing want Grant was doing in Jenna’s body back at her house while she was being naughty in class in his body.
Hello everyone, after a short hiatus, here is Grant’s side. ————————————————— When Grant woke up, every part of him ached as if he had been hit by a train. He had very little energy and his throat was incredibly sore. “Did Jenna get me sick?” he wondered as he blearily dragged himself out of bed. Something else felt off but he ignored it as he made his way over to the bathroom. He flicked the light on but when his eyes focused on the mirror he was stunned to find Jenna’s green eyes and ginger hair staring back at him. He moved around in the mirror in hopes of revealing some prank but no matter how he turned it was always Jenna’s freckled face he saw, not his own. He heard Jenna’s phone go off so he made his way back over to the bed and saw his own caller ID staring back at him. “Erm, Jenna? Are you-?” “Y...yea” the confirmation was all Grant needed as his mind began spinning. He distantly remembers the rest of the conversation but between the shocking realization that he had swapped bodies with his best friend and the fact he was now ill, he barely registered any of it. Suddenly he could hear footsteps coming up the stairs so he quickly pocketed the phone and climbed back into the bed and buried himself deeper into the covers.  “Hi sweetie, I brought you some tea. How are you feeling?” Jenna’s mother cooed as she opened the door. “Still bad,” Grant groaned, quickly thinking of Jenna and how she would act in this situation. Jenna’s mother approached, gently placing a hand to Grant’s forehead and pausing a moment. “You still have a bit of a fever. Let me grab you some Tylenol and orange juice to take it with. After that I need to go to work but you call me if you need anything all right darling?” “Yes- Mom” Grant replied, feeling somewhat odd at referring to Jenna’s mom as if she were his own.  Grant sipped on the tea while he waited for Jenna’s mom to return. It soothes his aching throat and made it more bearable. Now that he had adjusted to suddenly feeling ill it no longer was quite as bad, though still rather unpleasant. He gratefully accepted the tray Jenna’s mom returned with, loaded down with toast, orange juice, and the promised tylenol. She kissed him goodbye and left for work, leaving Grant alone in the home. Once he had finished eating and had drank both the mug of tea and the glass of orange juice, grant cautiously stood up out of the bed. He looked around quickly, as if worried he was about to be caught doing something he shouldn’t and then returned to the mirror. You see, although Grant and Jenna’s friendship was just that, a friendship, he had to admit that she was an attractive girl. Her freckles, hair, and eyes were enough to make people glance her way but her body was enough to make them stare. Although she was thin, she had large D cup tits and a shapely ass. Grant knew all of this but had never gotten the opportunity to really stop and appreciate these things. He and Jenna’s friendship had started long before the latter two things had developed yet so he never got the chance to stare. He did now. Jenna had gone to bed in tight gray drawstring shorts and a white tank top. It was a foreign feeling to feel himself growing aroused but no longer have a dick to harden, instead he felt Jenna’s, his?, pussy grow wet and saw his nipples harden. The sight only increased his arousal and with a gulp he couldn’t help but bring one hand up underneath them of the tank to squeeze one of the hardened nubs. He gasped out loud, not anticipating how sensitive he would be. He was starting to rub and circle the nipple when the text tone on Jenna’s phone went off, startling him. He cursed under his breath and pulled out Jenna’s phone and opened the message. He groaned when he read its contents. Of course, it would be just his luck that Jenna would manage to get hard in class. It was almost surreal trying to talk Jenna through her first public erection and then giving her permission to go to the bathroom to masturbate in his body. The more he pictured the surreal image, the hotter it got. He distantly noticed a stirring in his bladder but ignored in, too distracted by the sudden thoughts in his head. He returned to laying down on top of the bed. Jenna has tied the drawstring on the shorts very tightly the previous night but with some effort, Grant was able to slide his hand past the waistband anyway. He was delighted to find that Jenna had apparently gone to sleep with panties on. He closed his eyes and began to picture what must be happening with her at that moment. Jenna rushing out of the classroom in his body, heading to the men’s room and dashing into a stall. It would be his body but her mannerisms, stroking and stroking. She’s never been with a man before, his body would be her first.  The thought had him quaking and soon he was fingering himself at a steady pace. He had always thought girls were more complicated to get off but he soon was so immersed in his fantasy that instinct took over his hands. With no one else in the house, he was free to be as loud as he wanted and hearing Jenna’s voice moaning and crying out in pleasure tripled his arousal. Soon it was all too much and he saw stars as his orgasm ripped through him. He panted  heavily as he came down. He extracted his hand from the shorts and took a minute to catch his breath, feeling giddy. He wondered if Jenna had the same experience touching herself in his body and found himself getting aroused again when another sensation reared its head once more.   Grant had completely forgotten about having to pee and now it felt pretty urgent. He rolled his eyes and leisurely made his way to the bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet and forced his hand past the waistband of the shorts once more, wincing as doing so put additional pressure on his bladder. It was only then he realized something he had always taken for granted. He couldn’t just ‘whip it out’ to pee. There was nothing to whip out. He groaned as he once more put pressure on his bladder by removing his hand from the tight shorts. He tried to just tug the shorts down but they were tied too tight and all it did was press on his strained bladder. A small gush spurted out, wetting the shorts and making a small dark patch on the gray material. Grant cursed and pressed a hand to his crotch to try and hold back the flood. While Jenna not wearing underwear had been a blessing before, it felt like a curse now since there was no barrier between her quickly exhausting sphincter and her poor shorts. “Oh god, Jenna will kill me if I piss myself” he thought as he danced in place. While one hand gripped his crotch he tried to undo the knot in the drawstring with the other hand but it was no use. He knew it would be a two hand job.  He took a steady breath and then let go of his crotch to try and work on the knot with both hands. He started leaking almost immediately after he let go. It started as a small trickle as he fought against the knot but it wasn’t long before he was cursing, still trying futilely to undo the tie as he began pissing himself in earnest. The wet patch grew rapidly across the shorts and a puddle formed below him. Eventually he gave up and just let his poor exhausted bladder empty itself. When the flow had petered out, he re tackled the knot. It took quite some time to finally undo the thing. He then mopped up the puddle with a towel, then kicked off the shorts and took of his shirt. Finally he turned on the shower and hopped in to wash away the evidence of what he’d done.
Another one from the vault. Mako walked into the restroom with as much confidence as she'd enter any room. Her first glance was at the row of toilet stalls. All three were occupied. "Damn," she said under her breath. She would have preferred it not come to this, but she'd known perfectly well it might, and was up to the task. With undiminished confidence, she leisurely cut a diagonal path across the square-tiled room and snatched at the paper towel dispenser, which surrendered her two jagged-edged rectangles with a deep rumble. Clutching the coffee-colored paper in her hand like a mouse in the talons of a hawk, she casually strolled up to the row of urinals, taking her place right between two that were presently occupied. The young user of the fixture on her left shifted his position shyly, giving himself more woman-free personal space, then tried to continue with his business, all while keeping his gaze off Mako and pretending that he hadn't noticed her. The reaction on the right was more overt. The man using that urinal jerked in surprise when he saw the appealingly-dressed woman walking up next to him. He quickly cut off his stream, and zipped up his fly after everything was tucked away. "Don't be ashamed," Mako said, shooting him a cocky smile. "It's not that small." He stood there, his face bubbling with several emotions, but he was obviously unsure how to express them to this stranger in this strange situation. Mako looked at the device she was about to make use of. She had seen a few urinals in her life, but had never paid much attention to them, since she'd never had to use one. It was a smooth, roughly rectangular piece of dull white ceramic. It began about two and a half feet off the floor with a trough that looked like the bleached mandible of a parrot. A vertical hood went up either side for about two feet until they met a horizontal mantle that proudly displayed the company logo and served as the foundation for a piece of corroded plumbing, shaped almost like an old fashioned pump, where the flush handle was located and where the source of the water for flushing met the porcelain fixture. As she sized it up, she spoke to her fellow restroom-users. "Well? Isn't anybody gonna ask what I'm doing here?" "This is the men's room, you..." "Yeah, I know what room this is," Mako said. "The urinals and penises clued me in." Having determined how to deal with a urine receptacle designed for a man, she spun around and prepared to relieve herself. "The line to the ladies' room is a mile long," she continued, "and I've got better things to do with my time than wait for a piss." "You can't just barge in here!" Mako zeroed in on the man's face with an intimidating glare. "I can do whatever I want, so far as there's nobody to force me not to." Without taking her eyes off him, she reached up into her skirt to pull her panties down to the bottom of her thighs. "I don't need any man to tell me what I am or am not permitted to do." She hiked her skirt up and thrust her bottom in the direction of the urinal, showing no modesty. "If you want a woman to act humble and meek at the sound of your voice, then go pay for a hooker." Without a word, the man left the room. "I hope he isn't employed here, because he didn't wash his hands," Mako quipped as she let loose on the urinal like a sandblaster on a wall. The other person at a urinal, who was still having some trouble completing his business, smiled nervously at this. The next thing that came out of Mako's mouth was an uninhibited moan of pleasure. For a few moments it looked like the woman was connected to the urinal by a rope of translucent yellow. The force of the evacuation caused her muscular thighs to become adorned with glistening droplets as some of her output ricocheted off the back of the urinal. Her impatient bladder was forcing so many milliliters out per second that her session with the device of male convenience was short. The almost solid-looking stream thinned out and bent downward, like water from a drinking fountain when pressure it taken off the button. Mako cut it off when it started to splatter on the floor. Then she wiped herself with the paper towels she'd taken. They were much more coarse than toilet paper, and her face betrayed a slight look of discomfort when she raked one of them across the most sensitive part of her body. She did the rest of the wiping much more gently. She kept the moist paper between two fingers on her left hand as she pulled up her panties and pushed down the handle to wash away her golden offerings to the porcelain god. She tossed it in the wastebasket on her way to the sinks. As Mako went to wash her hands, she again brushed elbows with the young man who'd used the urinal to her left. It was impossible for her not to notice the large, pointed bulge in his pants. "Enjoy the show?" she asked. "I...I wasn't looking." Once her hands were cleaned and dried by more of the brown paper towels, she pushed her way out the door, and relished the looks of surprise she got when she walked out of the men's room.
For @Peefreak, here's the story of a woman in her 30s on a long car ride, becoming increasingly desperate to pee. No wetting, focuses on the relief as requested. I couldn't help but add a prolonged desperation - I hope you enjoy it![Disclaimer - All inaccuracies and impossibilities about the driving route are the fault of Google Maps :-P]===== BEGIN ===== For the hundreth time, Tamara cursed her decision to make the long drive from Tuscon to San Francisco. Squirming to find a position that didn't stress her overfilled bladder, she longingly thought of the immediate relief available on planes. No crossing your legs and praying you find a rest area nearby - you can just walk up, relax your muscles and embrace the relief of an empty bladder. Well, unless there's turbulence she reminded herself wryly, as she pressed her thighs close together. The thought of relief had nearly caused an accident, but for now Tamara's long, chocolate colored legs twisted in to a pretzel did the trick. Hopefully the seal will hold till the next rest area.Well, not like the 32 year old curvaceous beauty with shoulder length, naturally curly hair (some would call it kinky hair) did not have good reason to drive. Her business was still in the nascent phase and money was tight. She had gone to San Francisco on a wish and a prayer, but the tech Mecca had answered them. She was returning home with a huge client in her pocket. And an equally huge pee filled balloon in her stomach, unfortunately. She gave in to the temptation and grabbed her crotch. She rubbed circles against her vulva, hoping to reduce the urgency a little bit. Just enough to hold on for a few minutes. She couldn't be very far from a toilet - this wasn't the wild west! The missed exit was almost half an hour behind, there just had to be an exit soon now! Even though she hadn't seen any signage, surely civilization demanded rest stops every half hour? She refused to think otherwise - her bladder didn't have very many minutes of endurance left. She just must find a place to pee!★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★It hadn't been half bad on the way out. She had taken her time, making frequent stops, even sleeping the night at a highway hotel, rather than pushing through. In fact, she had probably stopped every time she saw a half decent gas station - "just to be sure". But now she was on a tight schedule - she had an investor meeting lined up on the 'morrow and the negotiations in San Francisco had taken longer than she had hoped. She couldn't afford to dilly dally and had to power through the nearly 14 hour drive in a single day.Since Tamara didn't have time to go out of her way for "convenience breaks", she had carefully planned out the route. She would leave San Francisco after an early breakfast and drive non-stop till Pasadena.  That would take roughly 6 hours - a little ambitious may be, but any adult woman should be able to do without a pee for 6 hours easily, right? She would eat a light lunch at Pasadena and then drive to Phoenix - another 6 hours away. She would stop for dinner, and (probably much needed) relief, and then finish the final 2 hours. If she managed to leave by 9am PT, she would reach home just before midnight, leaving her enough time to rest and recuperate for the lunch meeting with the investors.Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans. Her bladder wanted more breaks than she had planned, and screamed for relief most of the way. It was threatening to spill it's contents out all over the papers strewn around the car. Oh, where was the next rest area?  She was tempted to sit on her heels, but she didn't want to turn on cruise control again. That accursed cruise control was the reason she was tearing at her hair in desperation right now. Otherwise she would already be on a porcelain throne, emptying herself, letting it all flow out and hit the water with that sweet thunk! Ok, bad idea to think of relief - her imaginary relief just turned up her very real desperation a notch.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★She pressed down on her lap through her skirt, wishing she was wearing something else. Something that gave her bladder more room - like a tracksuit may be. Though a skirt did have its uses.The final papers had been signed only over a very early breakfast today. Which meant she was still dressed in her business attire - a tight pencil skirt, reaching just down to her knees, a white starched shirt and black heels. A less than comfortable attire to drive the 14 hrs back home. Even if she didn't have a bladder about to burst.She could barely prevent herself from leaking all over the place as the car went above a speed breaker. Desperate times call for desperate means, and she hitched her skirt upwards and out of the way. She pressed her fingers against her pee hole while continuing to drive  one handed! Ah, finally some relief, and way more than a suit would have afforded. As much relief as a very desperate woman can get - she was grateful for any relief.But even the hitching motion had jolted her bladder and made her need to pee worse. She pulled her skirt up a bit higher, trying to give her bulging bladder some room to expand. But the skirt was too tight, and there was barely any reduction in the pressure. Tamara was tempted to just pull off and pop a squat - oh how she envied men who could pee anywhere and everywhere! But a black girl on the back roads, half naked beside the road? No way Jose! She'll find a toilet soon!★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★The morning ride hadn't been smooth either, but she had managed to hold back the flood as long as required, hadn't she? Though the desperation was nothing compared to now. She could feel the pee sloshing around inside her, and mind-over-mattering herself to "wait till break time" just wouldn't work this time. Not with Phoenix still more than an hour away. Oh if only she could spot anything, even a MacD, in this god forsaken route! Her plan (to not stop at every rest area) seemed like a worse idea every passing second, as her desperation increased and she had to use all her will power to keep her bladder in check.She had almost peed herself in the first half of the drive too. Never one with an exceptionally large bladder, she had known the 6-hr drive would be a challenge. She had limited herself to two large coffees in the morning, just enough to wake herself up. And yet they had wrecked havoc on her system. By the time Pasadena came around, she was climbing the walls in desperation. She hadn't allowed herself to drink more than a small bottle of water after she left the hotel, but even then her bladder had felt ready to burst after barely 5hrs. Only her stubbornness to stick to the schedule (and the very real fear of missing thousands of dollars if she made unscheduled stops) had helped her delay a pee-break till she saw the "Welcome to Pasadena" board.She had stopped at the first gas station she laid eyes on, and climbed out bent nearly double. She had crossed her legs and grit her teeth as she filled her gas tank. Her overfilled bladder had threatened to spill out. The movement of gas under her hands, through the pipes, had made her imagine how good the urine flowing our of her, under equal pressure would feel. The thought was blissful! But the effect on her intense need to pee was merely painful.Clenching all her muscles she had managed to fill her car, park and walk over to the restrooms at the back without making too much of a show. Thanking all her stars for an empty toilet, she had rushed in, not even bothering to lock the door.  She had never needed to pee this bad, and she couldn't wait a second longer. She just didn't have time. As she pulled her skirt and panties out of the way, she had been thankful for not having worn jeans. Shimmying out of jeans in that state would have been torture.  As it is, she had barely gotten the panties out of her way when her bladder gave out. A short hard jet burst out on to the bathroom floor - apparently her body couldn't wait the extra second it would take to sit on the toilet. As the piss drops spattered back on her fancy shoes, she had managed to clamp the flow shut for long enough to sit down on the toilet like a civilized adult. Barely.The pee had flooded out of her, loudly gushing in to the bowl. She could feel the liquid rush out of herself, like a garden hose turned on at full volume. Gradually the cramps in her abdomen had given way to sheer joy, as she moaned in pleasure. Her skirt felt looser, no longer digging in to her bladder. She had relished the pleasure and squeezed the last drops out, waiting for her bladder to empty completely. She had closed her eyes and enjoyed the relieved sensation for a minute. Only then had she gotten up and cleaned herself off with the toilet paper.Ah, the simple joys of life. Who knew a good, hard pee could feel so so good? You really don't appreciate a bathroom till you have been denied one for 6 hours.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Once her bladder was empty, and Tamara could breathe again without worrying about losing control, she had realized just how thirsty she was. Barely drinking any water all morning had left her dehydrated. So she had bought a half-dozen pack of water bottles from the convenience store, along with a chicken sandwich and a bottle of orange juice. That'll do for lunch, she had decided - not like she was very hungry, and there was still a long way to go. No point in wasting time stopping at a restaurant.She had finished one of the water bottles even before she got in the car, and sipped on another till she had become hungry. Taking advantage of the utterly empty roads, she had turned on the cruise control, and  gobbled down the sandwich, washing it off with the orange juice and another bottle of water. The roads at late afternoon were still pretty empty (not like these highways ever became too busy), so she had decided to keep her cruise control on. The good thing about cruise control is you can relax a bit, sit back and take a break during a long drive. The bad thing about cruise control is, you can't relax enough to do something else, and you don't have enough to do to keep you occupied with driving. Trying to keep herself awake and alert on the road, Tamara had continued sipping at a new bottle of water. It was something to do at least!It was only when her bladder gave out the familiar twinge of discomfort that she realized she had finished her fourth bottle, and had started on her fifth. That couldn't be good for her bladder schedule! Dammit! How could she have been so careless? In the 2 and a half hours since she had last stopped, she had finished four 16-oz. water bottles, and one 20-oz. orange juice. Given her 5th bottle was also half empty, there was now nearly 3 litres of liquids inside her. And her next scheduled pee break was still more than 3 hours away. Fuck, she was gonna be desperate for this one as well. A hard strong pee would be fun, when she finally reached a toilet - but she really didn't want her bladder to be as stretched as it was in the morning. Just thinking of it made her bladder ache dully (or was it the need to pee again? No, couldn't be - she had just peed! Definitely memory of that long morning drive, she convinced herself).Anyway, she wasn't desperate or anything, and she could always stop earlier and then power through to Tuscon. Given how dehydrated she had been, she probably wouldn't even need to pee too much. She would be just fine. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Half an hour later, she knew she wasn't going to be "just fine". She needed to pee, and she needed to do it soon. Her skirt felt tight around her midriff, and her bladder was throbbing constantly, demanding release. The large amounts of fluids meant she went from "could barely squeeze out a few drops" to "bursting at the seams" in 30 minutes.She looked around desperately for a rest area signage - she would just pee now (not like she had a choice), buy a sandwich for dinner and then not stop (or drink anything) till she reached Tuscon. As soon as her decision was made, her bladder gave a mighty thrust, as if to remind her of the urgency of finding a toilet soon. She bent forwards to control herself, and gave herself a good squeeze before straightening up again. Thank goodness for cruise control!As she sat back up, keeping one hand near her crotch, she noticed the coveted rest stop sign. The turning was just a mile away - ah, she would have relief soon! She again tugged her skirt up to give her expanding bladder some more room. As her waist band stopped digging in to her bladder, the organ bulged out and Tamara gently moved her hands over it. She didn't know her bladder could bulge out this way. It felt rock hard too, like it was packed to the brim. It definitely needed to be emptied soon!Well, soon enough now! She couldn't believe she needed to pee this badly just 3 hrs since her last break, but ah well, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do! She would just remember to not drink anything and make the last 5 hours strech just fine. She pulled her left leg up and sat back on her heel. As she ground her heel against her pee-hole, the urgency reduced a little and she sighed in relief. She sat back as her cruise control propelled her safely forward, towards the very welcome rest areas.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★And that was her big mistake. She realized it only when her car cruised right past the exit, merrily on it's programmed way to Tuscon. Fuck cruise control! She jolted out of her day dream and wrested back control of her car. Her bladder ached and her pee-hole burnt in protest. But by the time she had gotten back at the wheels, the exit was long gone and there was nothing to be done but to go forward.Wave after wave hit her bladder in quick succession, and she had to sit on the edge of the seat to maintain some semblance of control. She kept her legs as close together as possible, but the tight skirt and the necessity of keeping her feet at the proper controls meant she could get very little traction. She was tempted to put her car back in cruise control, but she couldn't possibly miss another rest area. She had to see this through. She still wasn't absolutely bursting - the next rest area would do just fine.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Half an hour later, the pressure on her bladder had steadily increased and she was definitely absolutely bursting. There was a constant dull ache in her abdomen now, and her skirt was digging down in to her bladder bulge. Only by frequently taking a hand away from the wheels and pushing it down against her crotch was she able to keep her pants dry. But she couldn't do it much longer.It was 3.5 hours since her last pee. Even under normal circumstances she would have needed a pee by now. But with the three litres of liquids sloshing inside her, Tamara was absolutely frantic. She pushed a finger inside herself, massaging her pee-hole. Ah, hooking her finger and applying pressure there directly finally gave her some relief. But she knew she was on borrowed time!Finally, when she was seriously wondering if she could manage to keep her panties dry a minute longer, she saw an exit. There was still no signage for a rest area, but she believed in civilization. Where there is an exit, there is a toilet, as they say (spoiler alert - no they don't say that). 5 minutes later, she was driving through deserted country roads with nothing but trees on all sides, and a hand permanently settled on her crotch. She was almost physically blocking her pee-hole now - she could feel the pee pushing against her spinchter, a drop on the verge of leaking out.Suddenly she couldn't take it anymore. She refused to wet her pants, and there didn't seem to be any civilization nearby to grant her the relief she was bursting for. Well, she'll improvise - fuck it, no one was around to see anything. As she made up her mind, her bladder relented a bit - stopping its constant throbbing to ache dully. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Tamara pulled up at the first shoulder she saw, not even a minute later. The road was fenced on all sides, so going in to the cover of the woods was out of the question. Well, waiting for a "more suitable place" was out of the question too. With cheeks burning in embarrassment at what she was planning to do, she pulled her panties off and let them drop to the floor. She was no drunk college kid, popping a squat for the heck of it. This was serious, she was in serious pain, and there was no rest area in sight. Her bladder was rock hard and bulging out, stretching the fabric of her skirt. She had to do what she had to do! She would burst otherwise. Keeping her hands firmly against her crotch she opened the door and stood up. Immediately gravity pulled the entire throbbing ball of liquid against her poor tired spinchter and she barely managed to not pee all over her hands. She hobbled over to the other side, and opened the front and back passenger doors - that should give her some privacy. Though given her skirt was riding up and she had both hands squashed against her crotch, she wasn't sure what dignity she was trying to save. There was no one to see anyway.She squatted down between the two open doors, and removed her hands. For a minute nothing happened - she felt the cool breeze around her privates, her bladder throbbed and clenched, but nothing came out. Even in her extreme desperation, it would seem the societal conditioning was winning out. Her body refused to let go - though she was in pain!She couldn't believe it. She was nearly leaking a moment ago! Tamara couldn't deal with the desperation - she just had to pee. So she took a deep breath and leaned slightly backwards, relaxing all her muscles consciously. She closed her eyes and imagined the relief she had felt in the morning, when she had finally been on that toilet. And at the thought of sitting on that toilet and peeing, her muscles finally gave out.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★A few trickles of pee flowed out first, giving her absolutely no relief. But then she started peeing in earnest, a thick clear stream shooting out of her labia, spattering against the road. She didn't care about the splashback getting on her shoes - she was too happy to be finally able to let loose. The pee flowed out like a river, under her car, gleaming on the asphalt. She relaxed a bit more, enjoying the release, revelling in her slightly naughty pee.Till she heard the sound of an engine not far away. Oh fuck, of course now that she was properly peeing, someone had to turn up. Anyone who saw a car with it's doors open and no one in sight would definitely stop to inspect. Oh, she would die of the humiliation if she was found like this.Willing her muscles to listen, she cut off her stream. Her bladder throbbed in protest - the 30s or so of relief had only made her need to pee stronger. Her skirt was still digging in to her overfull bladder, but she forced herself to stand up and close the passenger doors. She moved towards the driver's door just in time, as a car rounded the corner and bathed her in it's headlights. She kept her legs close together as she pretended to be checking the tyres, hoping whoever these people were would leave her alone to finish her pee.She was still bent over the tyres, legs pressed together when the other car stopped. Checking the tyres was a good way to mask the desperation that forced her to bend in two, but she could pretend to check it only so long. Praying her tired muscles held on, she straightened up and looked at the much older man and woman who got out of the car.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★"Hey, you all right?" the woman enquired in a friendly voice"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine" Tamara responded in a strained voice. Her bladder really wanted to complete what it had started!"You lost or something? There is nothing on this road but forests for miles!" the man commentedWell, good thing she didn't carry on her search for a toilet then. If only these folks would go on their way and leave her alone!"Yeah, something like that. I took a wrong exit""Ah, happens to the best of us" the chatty man replied as Tamara cursed internally. Her pee-hole was burning from the effort of holding back the flood, and her legs were starting to hurt from being tightly pressed together."So why did you stop here? Something wrong with the car?""Just wanted to check the tyres - sounded like one of them may have burst"Tamara immediately regretted her choice of words. Her bladder really would burst if she didn't get away from them soon! She pressed her thighs closer together and prayed for relief."Oh, want me to give them a look see?""Nah, thanks. I am pretty good with cars myself""Oh, do you work with them?" the woman started upTamara really wasn't in the mood for this conversation - she needed to pee, now! But the polite southern girl could do nothing but respond politely, talking about her company, listening to a brief account of the man and woman's weekend in the woods and all the while (actually, just a couple of minutes) wishing she could at least hold herself."Well, we should get going - you have a long ride back to Tuscon"Finally. It was music to her ears, as she made an assenting noise"Just follow us back to the highway. We are going the other direction to Tuscon, but we'll have to drive to the exit anyway. Don't wanna be lost in these woods at this hour" the kindly lady remarked.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Tamara could have cried from the frustation. Her thighs were pressed together, she was bent forward unnaturally, and her bladder was about to burst. She had been so close to relief! But now she had no excuse to not follow this couple. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she agreed. She will just have to find another place, once this couple had gone on their way."Just give me a minute, will you sweetheart? I need to take a leak" the man said.Tamara blushed. She couldn't believe this! Here she was bursting for hours, and this man casually talks about taking a leak? "My prostate is not what it used to be I am afraid" he semi apologized as he walked a little distance away.Tamara was still stunned. The woman, noticing her discomfort, spoke up "When you get on the wrong side of your 60s, you tend to do what you need to do ye know? I have popped a squat on more occasions than I would admit to", she added in light voice.She could only nod dumbly as the sound of  pissing hit her ears. Her bladder almost gave up at the sound. The spattering of pee over the asphalt was so inviting! Oh, why couldn't she just pee so freely? She was wearing a skirt, and no panties - she could just let go now! No one would even see anything! And yet, a lifetime of conditioning held her back.She smiled at the lady and climbed in to her car, as she started walking back to hers. Sitting down relieved the pressure on her spinchter a bit, but she immediately shoved a hand in there to help. She didn't bother picking up her panties from the  floor - she needed all the  friction against her pee-hole that she could get. Though it seemed impossible, her need to pee had intensified after that aborted mission. But somehow her muscles were holding on, forcing her bulging bladder to keep it's contents in check. She hitched her skirt up higher as the man ambled back to his car, looking visibly more relaxed. Oh, if only she could admit to her need or find an excuse to not follow these folks on to the highway.But she couldn't, so she summoned all her will power and kept a seal on her bladder. She was constantly juggling and fidgeting, fingering herself not doing anything to relieve the need any more. No matter how she sat, her bladder felt extremely uncomfortable. She wished there was a way to unhook her skirt, to stop it from digging in to her rock hard bladder - but there was no way to relieve the pressure even a tiny bit in this from fitting skirt.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★The drive back to the highway was the longest five minutes of her life, staring longingly at the dark empty roads, where she could be relieving herself right now! Instead she drove on to the highway and had to muster up a smile in response to the couple's cheery wave.As soon as the couple disappeared from her rearview mirror, Tamara started looking for a place to pull over. The road wasn't exactly empty, trucks rushing past with a fair frequency. No matter how badly she had to pee, she didn't think she could just pee between her doors. Not on the highway. But she also definitely couldn't wait till a rest stop.Finally, just as she felt a drop slide out of her urethra and roll down her thighs, she saw a shoulder she could pull up at. The normally flat terrain had a dip here, and if she climbed over the short fence, she would have a tiny amount of privacy. Of course anyone seeing her climb the fence would guess what she was up to, and she wasn't sure if the dip was steep enough to hide her from the men in their tall trailers, but she was beyond caring by then. The 3 litres that had gone in must come out. Now.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★She pulled up and dragged herself out, trying to minimize any movement. Her bladder felt about to burst, as if even a small jolt would cause her to lose control completely. She took mincing steps towards the fence, as a truck thundered past. She thanked all the gods for the trucker not stopping. She really couldn't deal with another kindly intervention right now.Taking tiny steps, bending forwards at the waist the whole time, she reached the fence. Lifting one leg gingerly upwards, she was now straddling the barely 2 feet tall fence. But even that tiny amount of distance between her thighs was too much. She had to quickly open her legs wide as a jet of pee shot out of her vagina. She froze for about 20seconds as a small waterfall of piss cascaded down the fence. Thank goodness she wasn't wearing panties! The pressure made her pee stream straight downwards, leaving her clothes and shoes untouched. Anybody looking closely would have seen the jet of piss tumbling out from underneath her skirt, but the trucks whizzing by didn't seem to spare her a second glance. When she saw a private car at the horizon though, she woke out of her daze and tried to cut her stream off. She needed to get below the slope and away from any kind interventions (or staring kids and judging parents). She managed to reduce the flow to a trickle and then drips, but her bladder refused to shut down completely.So she kept her legs wide apart, ensuring the droplets of pee fell between her feet rather than driving on her thighs, and using this weird gait walked down the slope. She was beyond embarrassment at this point - her body had reached it's limit. As soon as she couldn't see the road any longer, she sank down in to a low squat.This time, there was no locking up of muscles. She was too far gone. As soon as she relaxed, the tiny trickle became a major river and gushed out of her. She sighed in contentment as she felt her bladder finally deflate. The pee kept gushing out for a minute before her skirt felt comfortable again. She could see the pee flowing downhill, creating channels in the soft earth. She continued peeing at full force for a few more seconds before it reduced to a trickle - naturally this time. She pushed on her bladder with all her might, trying to expel every last drop as fast as possible.Finally the pee stopped coming, and her bladder wasn't burning any more. She remained squatting, trying to push any last drops out. When she finally got up and fixed her skirt, her bladder still felt sore. She massaged it gently, and promised never to push it to such limits again.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★As she climbed back to her car, a thoroughly relieved expression on her face, she decided not a drop of water will pass her lips till she reached Tuscon.And it didn't - not even when she bought herself another sandwich at another gas station, and emptied her tired bladder again. After two long holds, her bladder was grateful for the break. But she was still really glad when she finally reached home. She rushed to the toilet to pee another absolute gusher at the end of a really long day. Peeing really was one of the most underappreciated joys of life, she thought as she fell asleep. ===== END ===== Author's Note - Please please do leave your feedback ? Especially whether the back and forth in time (between morning and current time) worked for you. That's an experiment I tried, so fingers crossed. Edited December 7, 2018 by Mickey (see edit history)
So to my knowledge you'd drunk 3 pints of lager and a bottle of wine. You were merry but perhaps not quite pissed. And sooner or later you'd need a wee. Now was my time, I nonchalantly crossed the bar and offered my hand to shake yours. You were surprised, strangers didn't often say hello with a handshake. But then I thought beautiful women didn't often cope without a pee after that much to drink. I circled the topic to begin with, mentioning that I was pleased to meet a woman who didn't go to the loo with her friend. In fact, hadn't your friend gone more than once? You seemed shy and nodded but didn't engage. So I changed the subject to more normal chat up lines. Your occupation, your family, your interests. Being tipsy, one of your answers to the last question was evasive, you clearly wanted to reveal more but hesitated. I'd had my fair share to drink myself so pushed my luck. I suggested we go for a walk, knowing that any sane woman would go to the ladies before a walk unless she had an enormous capacity or enjoyed holding. Well you didn't so I had to hold the door open for you with one hand while the other was in my pocket hiding my erection. Once we were outside in the peaceful summer evening you felt more able to talk freely it seemed, telling me about your difficult break up a few years ago and difficulty committing since then. I've always liked "vulnerable" women as they tend to be easier to persuade to try my fetish, so this was good news to me. But now wasn't the time. After quite a walk, alone together chatting, getting to know each other, we realised an hour had passed. You still seemed ok, sobering up of course too now. So I suggested a nightcap in a pub a bit further along our route. It would give me the chance of a wee. You had another pint, delighting me without knowing it but making me doubt myself: had you in fact peed in the first bar but I just hadn't spotted it? I left what I hoped was a decent time after we'd taken our seats in the beer garden before getting up to pee. You looked disappointed when I mentioned it. That was a good sign, wasn't it? The fresh beers on top of what we'd drunk separately before soon had us both tipsy again. And your disappointment led me to ask a question. Did you need to visit the loo before we left I asked innocently? You shook your head, a little shyly I thought, so I went again then we headed off to a nearby taxi rank. You were either superhuman in the bladder department or into holding, I was now sure. Could I get away with teasing you about it? Not on a first date I concluded. You were quiet in the taxi queue, and didn't quite stand still but certainly weren't openly fidgeting. Gentleman that I am I suggested we'd better get the taxi to drop you at your place and then to double back to drop me at mine. Out of my way but more fun to see you to your door as you must now be fuller than at any stage this evening. You tried to disagree, no need for me to go out of my way, that sort of thing, but I was having none of it. The taxi driver thought he knew what I was up to and winked at me in the rear mirror. Little did he know I just wanted to see you fidget. And so once you had capitulated over that debate you seemed to give up the pretence, fidgeting more and I think trying to subtly hold yourself despite me sitting next to you in the back of the taxi. Maybe you had been desperately fighting the fidgeting until you were alone, hoping I'd be dropped off first. Regardless of your liquid intake or state of your bladder, when we reached your place there was bound to be some of that awkward first date 'coffee or no coffee' 'kiss, and if so on cheek or lips' negotiating the social niceties to be done. And so it was when we got to the door to your block of flats. I was numb with that first date butterflies feeling, and you must have been in a rush for some reason (!) so you lent over, kissed me briefly but on the lips (yay!) And hopped out of the taxi, leaving the door open calling over your shoulder "oh, sorry, can you pay?" Was that an invite to get out with you or to pay when I got home? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, so emboldened by alcohol and a huge desire to see what you did next, I handed the driver the only note I had, leaving far too big a tip and jumped out after you. You were already at the door and, when you saw me running after you, looked a bit surprised but held it open for me, rhythmically swaying your hips in a tell tale fidget. What the hell was going to happen next? You made a poor job of keeping still in the lift up to the 3rd floor, then led me to your door.  Inside you smiled sheepishly at me, and I thought you were about to make an excuse to go to the bathroom, but instead your lips formed the words "Would you actually like a coffee?".  I wasn't sure if your brain had been involved or it had been an involuntary, instinctive question. On the basis of nothing ventured nothing gained, I decided something with bigger volume of liquid was needed, so asked for a big glass of water, making a joke about making the morning better. You smiled and followed my lead.  I almost punched the air!  Running the kitchen tap you squirmed much more intently, more obviously, and you briefly curtsied and crossed one leg over the other at the knee, while leaning heavily over the counter.  When you turned to hand me your glass of water, our eyes met and you could tell I had noticed; you knew you had to acknowledge your behaviour. I didn't think an embarrassed smirk really cut it, but that was all you gave me. We sat awkwardly at opposite ends of your sofa drinking the water and chatting. You had your legs tightly crossed and your left foot was tapping the air, but it was your occasional bum wiggle, quite an unusual manoeuvre when seated, that gave you away.  You never showed any sign of being uncomfortable, but showed many signs of growing desperation. I was in no doubt any more, you were clearly deliberately holding your pee.  Pee made of 4 pints of lager, a bottle of wine and some water.  The question was why you weren't admitting it.  I was in heaven, and had no idea where this was going. We were getting on, and you'd sort of invited me in after all.  You were gorgeous of course, and seemed to have the largest bladder I'd ever encountered.  You still showed no sign of going to the loo, but offered me lots of exciting fidgets, trying to be subtle but failing. I noticed the fidgeting get worse as we drank our second glasses of water each, you evidently couldn't control it any more, and you started to sweat on your forehead.  A sure sign you were reaching your limit. No matter how much I wanted to push the evening to its conclusion, I made up my mind to be patient and wait and see what you were going to do.  My unceasing erection would have made it difficult to move in on you anyway! You conversation was faltering now, probably due to the huge amount you must have in your bladder.  Eventually you seemed to make up your mind about something, and I watched you stand up very slowly and stiffly. A gasp escaped your pursed lips. But you sat down quickly on the arm of the sofa and sighed, looking at me.  I smiled, trying to encourage you to say something.  You did "Come to bed with me?" you asked, which was absolutely not what I had been expecting. I didn't know how to handle it, so you gingerly leaned over and squeezed my hand. Our first physical contact was electric, the anticipation that had hung in the air between us, like any first date never mind what you'd been doing tonight, all flowed from your fingertips into the back of my hand. I stood and kissed you, gently then more passionately. I could feel the tension in your lips and your whole body, every one of your muscles seemed taught.  And your fidgeting legs were transmitting vibrations all the way up your body to your head. I broke off the kissing with a question. It had to be said "Would you like to pee before we go to bed?" There, it was out in the open, now you had confirmation that I knew what you were doing. You grinned, bless you, replying "Absolutely not!" while giggling. It was the best hour of foreplay and sex of my life. You seemed to enjoy it too! Edited December 7, 2018 by holdit247 (see edit history)
My girlfriend is the sweetest sadist you'll ever meet.  She figured me out pretty early on and realized that so long as she was moderately kind and gentle about it, she could put me through unspeakable amounts of torment and I would happily comply. You can see how omorashi and holding became a thing for us. Last night, we had just gotten home from grocery shopping and since I hadn't gone since before we left, I decided I would do so as we put the groceries away. "Hm... please don't..." she said, coming up behind me and gently resting her hand on my lower abdomen, "I'd really rather you not.  Not for two hours." It wasn't terribly urgent, and I was completely amenable to a hold, and so acquiesced to her request.  I'd had one of the really large cans of Arizona tea over the past hour and could feel a desire to go, but 23 oz is kind of nothing.  We went back to putting groceries away and she handed me a 32 oz gatorade with a little smile.  We tend to prefer rapid desperation because neither of us wants to devote a whole damn night to a hold (who has that kind of time?)  "Yes, dear," I smiled at her and chugged down about half of it.  I could feel it and the tea sloshing in my stomach. We went about our home business until I finished the gatorade and she turned to me and set a hand on my glutted belly. "Oh! Look at you!" "Sweety, you *know* that's all mostly in my stomach... hardly any has made it to my-" She jammed a hand into my lower belly, causing me to draw a sharp breath. "Lies!" she smirked, then more gently palpated as best she could through my pants. My bladder, while not full was definitely big and firm enough to be palpable. Being a bit of a sadist, it's one of her favorite times as she knows how very sensitive it is, but also that I can easily hold it despite the relative abuse she gives me.  We kissed then, and she kept kneading my bladder, sending little waves of urgency through me.  I was soaking wet already, and I'm pretty sure she knew it.  She likes to have me aching for every type of release by the time we're done. "Ready to make dinner?" she asked, pulling away from the embrace. "Sure," I replied, relieved to have her hand withdraw for the time being.  My belt put enough pressure on my belly as it was. From what I gather, I'm a bit quirky when it comes to filling and holding.  I can rest at a comfortable 4 for an hour or so, then suddenly something will happen and over the course of the next half hour or so, my bladder fills *rapidly*.  Painfully rapidly.  She knows this and, being the sweet sadist she is, likes to keep me up and moving and acting normal as long as I possibly can.   She's also a dear because helping me find and increase my absolute maximum capacity is also important to her.   For the time being, though, she was all about my helping her in the kitchen.  She would 'accidentally' brush her ass up against my belly from time to time while reaching for things.  I knew she was watching me like a hawk.  When my movements started getting a bit more frantic, she stopped and pressed her hand against my swollen bladder again, noting its roundness. "Let me know when you need to stop, ok?" I nodded, but didn't want to disappoint her. Somehow I got through all the grocery appropriation and we started on meal prep.  She noticed me grimace occasionally and rested her hand over my belly, cupping it where it protruded past my hip bones.  I know she loves it... it's just often challenging. I kept shifting my feet and trying to adjust the waistband of my pants up over my aching bladder while I worked.  I just wanted to get the house work done and over with so I wouldn't feel bad about laying down.  Still, standing made me painfully aware of the steadily increasing size and weight of my bladder.  It had started filling pretty quickly and time had started moving quite slowly. I wasn't sure I'd make it the next... oh my got. hour.  Stroking my belly again, she blinked at how hard it had gotten so rapidly and whispered in my ear, "Sweety, why don't you go ahead and open your pants?  Give yourself some room?" I obeyed and it felt almost as good as a piss.  At this point she could palm my bladder like a softball and rested her thumb at the curving top of it, which stuck out just beneath my navel.  To my mild discomfort, I could still feel the gatorade in my stomach.  I had so much more to work through and try to hold. Within a few minutes, though, the urgency increased.  She could hear the shift in my breathing and the urgency with which I was doing everything.  I know it turned her on.  A gentle, momentary press on my swollen bladder made me grunt and grimace, but we both knew I was well in control and we finished our kitchen work. "Come lay with me?" she offered.  I was so damn happy to have the opportunity to get off my feet.  Once I get that full, standing and laying flat are agonizing. "Lay flat on your back, though.  I want to see how big you are," she added.  I grimaced again and gingerly layed down on the bed with her.  My bulge was pretty impressive already, despite having the waistband of my boxer briefs pressing uncomfortably into it.  She wrapped a hand around it and gave it a little jiggle which made me groan.  That hurt. "Ok, sit back up and lean against me?  I'll rub your shoulders," she offered.  She loves to see how much I *can* hold and when I get to that point is wonderful about distracting me and being gentle but not too gentle with all the sensations that go with an intense hold. I sat in front of her, trying not to compress my bulging abdomen and she rubbed my shoulders.  It felt divine... I could almost forget. Almost... but there were little waves of urgency still.  After a while, she let me lay back with my head in her lap and one knee bent a bit to take a little pressure off.  She was petting my hair as a distraction, then would now and then run her fingers over my rounding belly, gently stroking it and feeling how incredibly hard it was getting.  By then, the bulge had risen to my navel.  I have pretty pronounced abs and after my bladder fills like that, it seems to need to expand out the sides and feels compressed by the muscle.  Now and then, she would gently rub my swollen belly, just barely touching my skin, not resting much hand weight on it, and it eased the sensation a little.  Still, it was a challenge. "Lay flat again for me?" "Baby you can see how big my bulge is," I whined.  It was impossible not to. I had to piss so damn bad, but I had one job.  Only one job.  I had to hold it.  I was doing my very best but it hurt.  Even with a beautiful woman running her fingers through my hair, my rock hard, swollen and sloshing bladder was all I could think of. "Please?" I was unable to resist that and somehow supported myself with my abs while she slid out from under my head.  I lay back and felt the burning stretch as my body shifted things around to accommodate my massively full bladder.   "Ohhhh wow...." she breathed, running her fingers over the solid curve of it, following the bulge down to where it jutted over my pubic bone and went right up to the edges of my hip bones.  My bladder filled my whole pelvis, then had to strain outward and upward.  I forced myself to take long, slow, deep breaths and relax my body as much as I could to allow my bladder to expand. I would not disappoint my lady. "Can I get up now?" I groaned.  "Not yet... I want to tell you how much I appreciate this, love.  I never have to push you to hold more or longer, you always do that yourself... I just encourage...  Sometimes, though..." she drummed her fingers on the taut skin and I felt the ripples of her touch and clamped down hard.    I was so full that doing a kegel to squeeze shut a little harder felt like it pushed my bladder up and made it stretch.  I was running out of room for it. "Sometimes I wish you weren't so very agreeable and amenable.  You behave almost too well," she wrapped her whole hand around my jutting bladder, then gave it a squeeze just to see what I'd do. I wasn't prepared for that and almost lost it. Already in agony, that was a huge strain. Her eyes were as wide as mine as she realized how very, very hard my bladder was. "Please, god, can I piss now?" I moaned, holding myself, feeling like I had to reach around my swollen belly to do so. "Not yet... not... I kinda want to stroke you... so you get a choice.  Handy or piss?" While I tried to make up my mind, she rubbed my burning, aching, swollen bladder gently, then cupped my crotch in her warm hand and held me a little, putting a little pressure on my struggling sphincters.  I was already almost painfully turned on just from the sensation of being so full, but god damn I wanted to piss. God damn. God damn. "Handy."  My privates were traitors and wanted what they wanted, though everything in my whole abdomen was begging either for room or mercy... not that it would see either anytime too soon. She pulled my briefs down, and a vague ripple of almost relief hit me. I was so hard, her light touch was ecstatic. thing is, she also knows that when I cum, I often have to piss soon after, so everything she did was just short of 'enough.' Just. I was begging her for release, whichever she would allow me.  I came anyway, a surprise to both of us, and lost a big spurt. endorphins blown, my bladder's burden was suddenly too much and I grioaned, clutching my hard belly.  "May I?" "yes, love." I pissed long and hard for her, a full liter.
If you're an enthusiast of the "woman using urinal" sub-kink, you've probably read this story by Douglas Troxell and illustrated by Cara Lynch.  If not, you should.  Margaret Anthony stared into the white porcelain of the urinal. She had never been this close to one before; she’d never had a reason to. She studied the alien structure mounted to the wall of her new private bathroom. The blue pad on the bottom reminded her of her cooking colander, so that wasn’t all that unfamiliar, but the bright pink urinal cake seemed to be the urinal’s tongue blowing a raspberry at her. She had worked on the twelfth floor for nearly fifteen years and not once had she seen the inside of the managerial private bathroom. During his tenure, Mr. Carroway guarded the inside of his private bathroom as if the room contained some sort of hidden treasure. Rumors ran rampant of self-heating toilet seats and silk toilet paper and once Margaret had even heard from some guy in accounting that the manager’s bathrooms contained trays of breath mints for one’s backside. Now here she was, the new manager, and the bathroom was hers—only it contained none of the fantastic amenities she had heard about as a lowly employee. Sure, the auburn tile made it more aesthetically pleasing and it smelled better—thanks to several Glade plug-ins filling the room with conflicting smells of lilac and autumn breeze—but the only “furniture” in the room was the urinal, a regular toilet (with unheated seat), a stainless steel paper towel dispenser, and a sink with a large mirror. The only fixture that she found at all comforting was the fake ficus tree in the corner of the room. Visiting her new private bathroom was Margaret’s first official act as the new manager of the twelfth floor. She figured she would start the day by completing a familiar task and go from there. She turned away from the urinal and approached the toilet and that’s when she finally saw it: a sign taped to the toilet seat read “OUT OF ORDER” scribbled in black marker. The sign had been taped down using clear packaging tape to ensure no one could lift the lid without a struggle. Margaret recognized Hardy’s frantic handwriting immediately. She had heard tales of the sick things the other managers did to initiate someone new into the management fraternity. She could almost hear Hardy and the others outside the door snickering like a bunch of middle school boys. She assumed Jennings would be out there with them even though he wasn’t a manager. Maybe the whole thing had been his idea—half joke, half revenge for her getting the job he assumed would be his. She turned away from the toilet and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Maybe Jennings had a right to be spiteful. He had worked on the floor for three years longer, and, on average, his sales were equal if not slightly higher than hers. She heard the rumors of Corporate chastising the firm for their lack of female managers and she accepted the fact that being a woman may have played a role in her landing the job—still, it didn’t mean she wouldn’t be an effective manager. As she stared into her hazel eyes, she quietly chastised herself for wearing too much mascara—not only that but her lipstick was too bright. She should have gone with the Dusty Rose. Her make-up was all wrong for a manager. And her clothing—what had she been thinking? She should have worn the wool trousers to compliment the Ann Taylor two-button jacket instead of wearing the carousal skirt. A skirt didn’t say management; it said corporate hooker. She looked like a little girl masquerading around as an office manager for Halloween. And the shoes—oh, why did she wear those shoes? She celebrated her promotion by splurging on a pair of Serajo Rossi ankle zip peep toe heels that set her back a pretty penny (even if they were on sale). What a terribly girlie thing to do—go blow money on an expensive pair of shoes. It was so Sex and the City. She hated herself for doing it. She blinked hard and feared for her mascara. She wanted to sprint from her private bathroom down the hall to the ladies’ room where she had done her business for the past fifteen years, where she had gathered with friends to hide when Mr. Carroway had been on his weekly rampage. That’s what they wanted after all. The sound of the imaginary laughter grew louder and louder outside. Then it sounded like it was emanating from the urinal itself. She buried her face in her hands, prepared to cry, but that also seemed entirely too girlie to do. She looked up and stared at the reflection of the chuckling urinal in the mirror. Exhaling, she stood up straight and fixed her hair, brushing a few strays from her suit. Margaret turned about-face and stared down the urinal. She approached it slowly, cautiously. She stood before it as she imagined Mr. Carroway had stood in front of it all those years. Then she turned around. Her hands clutched the bottom of the skirt, hiked it up to her waist, and dropped her panty hose and underwear to her $300 shoes. Outside the bathroom, Hardy, Jennings, and several floor managers waited, almost unable to contain their laughter, anticipating Margaret’s inevitable walk of shame. All of them were surprised when they heard the muffled sound of the urinal flush. They were even more surprised when Margaret emerged from the bathroom a few seconds later looking not ashamed but quite stunning in her jacket and skirt combo. She marched through the middle of the herd, dropping a used paper towel into Hardy’s hands. “Don’t we have some work to do, boys?” She smiled at Jennings and marched proudly past the ladies’ room—her heels clicking with each step—into her corner office. There's also apparently a "short" version of this short story: Margaret stared into the white porcelain of the urinal inside her new managerial bathroom. The muffled laughter of the other managers (known as the boys’ club) leaked through the door. She glanced over at the familiar sit-down toilet, wrapped in a half inch of packing tape, and then back at the urinal. She wanted to sprint down the hall to the ladies’ room and then return to her comfortable cubicle where she had worked the past fifteen years. Instead, she turned around, hiked her skirt to her waist, and dropped her underwear to her $300 heels.
Hey, it's been a while since I've posted a story. I've been toying around with the concept behind this story for a while, but couldn't figure out how to make it work until a week and a half ago, when the words just really started to flow from my brain onto the keyboard. A week ago I even announced in a status update that I was going to get this story done and posted by the end of today (along with a little preview you might have already read), and for once I finally met my deadline. ===== The City Without a Ladies Room It's hard to focus on work, or much of anything else when you really have to pee. I didn't need to pee, I had used the men's room only an hour ago. But I was still quite distracted because of my co-worker Erin, because I knew she really had to pee quite badly. Erin had come in shortly before 8 AM, sipping on a large Starbuck's coffee. She had finished draining it within an hour and helped herself to several refills with office coffee throughout the day. I know what you're thinking, Erin could just take a quick break to visit the ladies room when she inevitably needed to pee after all that coffee. I would have thought the same thing, until I moved here recently to take this job. I had spent the first day traveling the city shopping for stuff for my apartment. I was always able to find a men's room in department stores, restaurants, and the malls. There were even plenty of urinals out in public places, often without much of any privacy screens, which plenty of men freely used. But throughout the entire day I never saw a single ladies room. I began to realize as the day went by that many of the women I saw looked rather uncomfortable, especially the women working the stores I visited. Many of the women I saw kept shifting their legs around anxiously, a few were even openly holding themselves. It seemed that all the women I saw needed to pee, some of them quite badly by mid-afternoon. I soon realized they had been holding it all day since they had left home. But there was nowhere for the women to go, so they all just held it without complaint as they continued to work or shop, as if this was an ordinary thing. Women in this city were expected to hold it until they got home where they could finally use their own toilet. Back to the present, Erin's love for her Starbuck's coffee was only making the lack of a ladies room even more of a problem for her bladder situation as the day went on. To my surprise Erin was fine throughout the morning despite draining several large cups of coffee. I guess when you can't pee in public and you love your coffee you build up a larger bladder overtime. But by the early afternoon Erin finally began to get fidgety and shift her legs around as she worked at her desk, but that didn't stop her from grabbing yet another coffee soon after coming back from lunch. By 3 PM Erin was openly crossing her legs as we worked together on a project. She clearly needed to pee, probably quite badly by now, yet she was just starting on her 5th cup of coffee by my count. I had been silent on the subject all day, but given how bad her bladder situation appeared to be getting, and how we still had another 2 hours of work left, I had to say something. "Erin, is that coffee really a good idea considering how much you've already had today?" I asked her. "Truthfully, it's probably not Jeff. I've already gotta piss pretty bad when I get home, I haven't gone in 8 hours already" she admitted sheepishly as she took another sip of coffee, all while continuing to squirm around anxiously in her seat. "Then maybe you shouldn't drink the rest of that cup of coffee, otherwise it'll make you need to pee even worse" I suggested sensibly. "I mean what is it, your 5th one today Erin? You must be dying to pee already, and we've still got 2 more hours left until quitting time!". "I know, but I'm addicted Jeff, I've gotta have my coffee. Surely you understand, you've had nearly as much coffee as me Jeff " she pointed out, with an eye on my own coffee cup. "Yes, but I've already had to use the office men's room 3 times today because of drinking all that coffee Erin. You haven't been able to go even once, and you've had more coffee then me already due to that large Starbuck's coffee you picked up on the way to work!" I pointed out. I left it unsaid how badly I had needed to pee before visiting the men’s room each time, I'm sure it's the last thing Erin would have wanted to hear while dealing with such a full bladder. "Oh, don't worry about me Jeff, I can handle a little more coffee" Erin insisted without concern. Her coffee cup was anything but 'little' like she insisted. "I know I said I really had to pee bad when I got home, but I can hold it till then Jeff. This is hardly the first time I've risked having one too many cups of coffee out in public, I'm used to dealing with the consequences of my caffeine addiction Jeff. Now let's get back to work, shall we?". I tried to focus on work with Erin like she asked, but it was extremely difficult to. Erin was already quite the eye candy to look at with her beautiful long dark hair, her slender body, and her warm smile. Not to mention she was about my age, mid-20's. How could I possibly focus on work when a girl like that was sitting next to me bursting for a pee, and squirming around in her seat in the sexiest way? How could I focus on work when I knew that Erin still had to hold on for several more hours, because there were no lady's rooms in the city? How could I focus on work when Erin insisted on continuing to drink more coffee anyway despite her obviously desperate need to pee? Bad as the situation was for Erin, the thought that she might not be able to make it excited me. Let's just say I was very glad that my crotch was hidden from Erin's view at that moment. By 4:30 PM, with 9 and a half hours separating her from her last trip to her toilet at home, and her 5th cup of coffee fully drained, Erin couldn't sit still anymore. She rocked back and forth at the edge of her seat, trying to jam her heel against her pee hole as she tried to focus on her work. A quick look around the office told me that Erin was hardly alone in her struggle. Even the women who had tried to avoid drinking too much throughout the day had built up a large supply of piss in their bladder by now. The women were all clearly eager to rid themselves of their brewing load of boiling piss when they got home, some more then others, as seen by all their uncomfortable squirming. But none of them had drank as much coffee as Erin had, so she probably needed a piss the worst of all. "Ok, maybe that last cup of coffee was a mistake Jeff" Erin finally admitted as she held herself. "I know you're thinking it Jeff, don't deny it" she added. "I was debating telling you 'I told you so', but now I don't have to" I admitted. "I know you really love your coffee Erin, but you had to know you'd be feeling it later like this when you drank so much. Why do you do it to yourself when you know you won't be able to pee for a number of hours?". "Because I refuse to let the availability of a toilet dictate my life Jeff" Erin answered stubbornly as she continued to squirm around anxiously in her seat. “And besides, if I didn’t need to piss bad by now towards the end of my shift, I’d be severely dehydrated Jeff. So, it’s better for me to drink a bunch of coffee like you guys, even if I can’t pee for a long while. My bladder will just have to deal with it and wait till I’m home”. "Have you ever had to find a secluded alley to take a leak because you had too much coffee and waited too long?" I asked curiously. "No! That's gross and illegal Jeff!" she answered with disgust. "And no, I wouldn't consider doing such a disgusting thing even if it were legal, I’d still hold it!" she added, with her legs now tightly crossed. "You guys may be able to drink your coffee and pee whenever you want, but not me, us ladies just have to hold it Jeff". I'm sure the last half hour of work stretched out the slowest for Erin. By now I felt myself needing to pee yet again from my last coffee, and it was quickly becoming more urgent. I knew I should just get up and use the men's room, especially before I left the office. But I didn't want to miss a second of Erin's desperate struggle, so I held it with her without saying anything about my need. When the clock finally hit 5 PM Erin was too busy typing up an email to notice the time, and I selfishly kept silent about it. I wondered how much longer Erin would keep working and delay her trip home for a much-needed piss if I said nothing. Erin was my next-door neighbor at the apartment I had recently moved into, so we both took the same bus to and from work. I knew we didn't need to rush out of the office right away at 5 PM to catch the first bus home, but we couldn't waste too much time before leaving either. It took 10 minutes before Erin finally realized what time it was, I was almost glad when she finally did, as I really needed to pee by that point. "Jeff look at the time! We need get moving, otherwise we'll miss the first bus home" Erin announced anxiously as she moved to shut her computer down. I quickly followed suit. "I'm glad the workday is finally over Jeff. I really want to get home so that I can pee for the first time in 10 hours" she added happily as she fidgeted her legs around. "Now that you mention it, I've definitely got to pee before we leave Erin. I wish the men's room wasn't in the opposite direction of the elevator" I told her. I wasn't trying to purposely delay Erin farther, I was seriously doubting that I could hold it till I got back home if I tried. I was about ready to grab my cock through my pants in desperation. Still, I couldn't help but feel insensitive telling Erin I needed to stop and take piss before we left, knowing that Erin needed to pee much worse and had been holding it for much longer. Erin gave me an annoyed look. "We don't have time for you to run across the building for a piss Jeff, we'll miss the first bus for sure if you do. Just use the public urinals in the lobby area" Erin suggested in a matter-of-fact tone as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevator. She was referring to several urinals by the front door of the office building with practically no privacy except for your turned back. While I didn't have anything against using a urinal with basically no privacy, the thought of using it in front of Erin and the other women who hadn't been allowed to pee all day by the city sounded downright cruel to the girls. "I think it would be better for both of us if I just ran to the men's room and caught up with you at the bus stop" I suggested as we waited for the elevator. Rather than accept my suggestion and leave it at that, Erin refused to drop the subject. "What's wrong with just using the urinals in the lobby area Jeff? You aren't pee shy, are you?" she asked me frankly as she crossed her legs and squirmed around anxiously. Did Erin somehow not mind seeing other guys piss away in the urinals next to her, even when she badly needed relief herself? "No Erin. I just don't want to be the jerk who pees right in front of a bunch of desperate women like you who haven’t been able to pee all day" I explained as we entered the elevator. I thought my answer should have been obvious to Erin already. To my surprise, rather than be grateful, I saw a flash of annoyance on Erin's face. "I figured you must have felt that way when you didn't want to use the urinals Jeff. A lot of the guys who are new to the city feel pee shy like that around the public urinals at first" Erin said sympathetically, as she openly held herself and continued to squirm around anxiously. "Jeff, do you really think me, and the other women haven't seen guys using the public urinals countless times when we already really need to pee?" she asked me gently. "Well... I admit I'm so new to this city that I never thought of that. I guess with how prevalent the public urinals are it's silly to think you haven't" I admitted. Erin nodded in acknowledgement as she crossed her legs. "But that doesn’t mean that it’s not being really unfair to you ladies" I added, to which Erin rolled her eyes. "It's an everyday occurrence Jeff. I won't mind if you pee in the lobby area urinals in front of me, neither will the other office women. We see it all the time Jeff, it's nothing new" she reassured me. "Besides, the urinals are met for you guys to use Jeff. It wouldn't be fair to you for me and the ladies to tell you to just not to use them". Silence stretched between us as I tried to wrap my head around Erin's reassurance and gentle encouragement, all while my bladder continued to bother me. Part of me thought that Erin's attitude on the subject made some sense given how long she'd lived in the city. But the other part of me couldn't get over the fact that a woman who hadn't peed in over 10 hours and had 5 large cups of coffee during that time (enough to make me piss myself twice) was trying to encourage me to pee in a urinal in front of her. I was anxious and still had to piss like a racehorse when we got to the ground floor, but Erin no doubt needed to piss much worse then me. I glanced over at Erin again, she was holding so much boiling piss back that she had a noticeable bladder bulge, which her pants were painfully digging into. Erin continued to fidget around anxiously and subtly grab her crotch as she stepped off the elevator. "Erin, are you sure you want me to pee in the urinals instead of dashing to the men's room?" I asked her. "Yes! Just go pee in the urinal already Jeff! I won't look" she promised impatiently as she shook her legs around. "Just try and hurry it up so that we make the first bus ok. You aren't the only one who really needs to piss Jeff!". In that moment Erin's insistence on me peeing in the urinal suddenly made a lot more sense. She was impatient to get home, and release her heavy load of boiling piss, that had been troubling her bladder for hours now. She was so eager to rid herself of the boiling piss that she was willing to listen to me pee in a urinal right next to her if it got her home to her toilet quicker. I hurried to one of the urinals and began unzipping my pants to take my cock out. Despite her bladder's much greater need then mine, I saw Erin standing just a few feet off to the side rather than waiting for me outside. She waited with politely averted eyes as I began to pee in the urinal practically right next to her. Her legs were already tightly crossed before my noisy piss reached her ears. She began to rock back and forth a bit as she anxiously bit her lower lips upon hearing me start to piss. Erin wasn't the only person around of course. In my peripheral vision I recognized Danielle from HR coming around the corner. She already looked rather uncomfortable after holding it for the entire workday. Her steps were as hurried as possible in high heels, and she had a noticeable bladder bulge stretching her skirt. When she realized I was pissing in one of the urinals I saw her grimace and openly hold herself. But like Erin had promised she said nothing, instead she hobbled her way past me and left through the front door. Part of me couldn't help but be turned on by how Erin & Danielle suffered in silence as I continued to piss away. My cock began to harden, which slowed my piss down considerably. My piss and my partial erection were basically taunting Erin's poor swollen bladder. I felt guilty when I saw a bit of false hope in Erin's eyes that my slowing piss met that I was nearly done, only for the hope to vanish when I managed to resume pissing with full force again. I felt guilty all over again. How could I expect Erin to be fine with waiting patiently for me as I finished my relieving piss, all while she was expected to wait and remain in dire of need of relief for herself? And yet Erin was the one who didn't see a problem with this unfair situation! She had insisted repeatedly that I piss in the urinals in front of her! I wondered again why she didn't just wait right outside for me where she wouldn't have to listen to me piss right next to her. At times like this it disturbed me how much Erin and the other women of the city unquestionably obeyed the city's expectation that they hold it without complaint for however long they're away from home. Erin had been desperate to pee all afternoon, and I hadn't heard one complaint from her about how unfair it was that I got to pee while she had to hold it for much of her day. Any doubt I might have had when Erin denied ever peeing in a secluded alley when her bladder situation became too much for her to handle vanished. If she wanted to do so in secret to rid herself of what must have been a gallon of boiling piss brewing in her bladder by now without me around to witness it she could have easily been doing that right now. When I finally finished my relieving piss after a long minute I flushed. Erin visibly flinched at the sound as she squirmed around and clawed at her crotch anxiously. I hurried to zip my pants back up as I turned to face Erin. "Feel better now Jeff?" she asked with surprising calm despite her desperate fidgeting. "You sounded like you really needed it, I didn't think you'd go on for so long". "Yes, but you could have just waited for me outside Erin" I pointed out. "I could. But I figured it's better to help you get over your pee shyness now rather than later Jeff. You'll thank me later, it'll be a lot more convenient for you to be able to use any of the public urinals" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now let's get moving Jeff, I seriously need to get home so that I can pee, I definitely had way too much coffee today". ===== That's it for now, let me know what you think. I intend to write more in this series. I'm uncertain if I'll stick to focusing on Erin, or focus on other characters to explore how a city without a ladies room effects other people in other occupations.
Alright, here's the next part of the story everyone. ===== Part 2: #GirlsShouldNotPee Though Erin was the one who badly needed to get home so that she could pee, she had to take slower more measured steps than me to avoid jostling the big ball of piss brewing uncomfortably in her bulging bladder. While we tried to hurry to the bus stop it was still at least a dozen blocks away, and we had to wait to cross the street twice. I watched as Erin and several other women waiting to cross the street all crossed their legs nervously. The early evening rush home to pee after work was no doubt a daily ritual for all these women. I subtly peeked my eyes over at every alley we passed, wondering if I would spy a brave woman doing something about her overfilled bladder after a long & desperate day at work. With so many women's bladders unrelieved since heading into work in the early morning, it didn't seem like a stretch for at least a few of them to be tempted enough to drop their pants and piss in a secluded alley. I hoped to at least spot evidence of it anyway via a yellow puddle and some used tissues they had left behind. Alas, I saw nothing on that front the entire way. Maybe this part of the city was just too crowded for any women to so brazenly risk breaking the law. Or maybe Erin spoke for more women than I thought when she reacted with such disgust to my question of whether she had ever dropped her pants and peed in an alley. We both knew that we had almost certainly missed the bus when we found no one else waiting at the bus stop. We likely had at least another 15 minute wait for the next one. As if to add insult to injury for Erin, there happened to be a urinal right next to the bus stop, literally feet away from the bus bench. It was as if someone had put it there to taunt her and all the other women waiting for the bus by reminding them that they weren't allowed to pee, but the men could. Some women might have been desperate enough to attempt to use the urinal anyway, but not Erin I knew. She was a girl, she knew she was expected to wait, no matter how bad her bladder situation was getting after not peeing for the last 10 plus hours. Yet despite how unfair all this was I didn't hear a word of complaint from Erin as she sat down, crossed her fidgeting legs, and waited for the next bus with me. While we were waiting, an ad on a large billboard a few blocks away caught my attention. It prominently featured a stern looking female cop, along with a simple message. 'Public Urination is against the law Ladies.  Help keep our city clean. Report violators with #GirlsShouldNotPee'. "Hashtag Girls should not pee? Shouldn't it at least be 'should not pee in public'? Or 'should only pee at home'?" I asked Erin as I pointed at the sign. "Too long Jeff, #GirlsShouldNotPee gets the point across better" Erin answered casually even as she shifted around on the bus bench uncomfortably and grabbed her crotch. "And besides, it's memorable, which is the point of their ad campaign. It makes girls think twice about breaking the law when it's so easy to report it by using a hashtag". "Speaking of the subject, there's something I've been wondering. Why does this city not have any ladies' rooms Erin? It doesn't seem fair having plenty of men's rooms and urinals out in the open for the guys, but nowhere for the ladies like you to pee Erin". "A ladies' room? Don't be gross Jeff, that would be just as obscene as your idea of women peeing in a secluded alley" Erin replied with surprising conviction. Her disgust at the thought was clear in her tone, even though she had been dying to pee for hours now. "Besides, what kind of a woman would ever want to sit on a dirty toilet seat that's been used and probably pissed on by a few dozen women before her? That's why the city got rid of them decades ago Jeff, it was a public hygiene nightmare. I don't see why the rest of the world doesn't just follow suit". "Well Erin, while a lot of women elsewhere in the world echo your complaints about filthy women's rooms, it doesn’t stop them from using the ladies' room all the time. Sometimes they even line up and wait to use the women's toilets when there aren't enough of them available. Those who are too disgusted by dirty toilets in the women's room, or obsessed over cleanliness, often look elsewhere or just wait they're home to pee like you do. I think plenty of women here would gladly use a ladies' room toilet if it were an option, even if you wouldn't". "Exactly my point Jeff. That's why the city had to get rid of them! Women knew they were a filthy health hazard. But too many women were willing to use them anyway out of laziness, instead of holding it till they were home, where they could have used their own clean toilet. That's why the #GirlsShouldNotPee campaign was created, and why the law is so vigorously enforced. The last thing we want is for lazy women to decide it's ok to start dropping their pants and pee in a secluded alley whenever they need to go like you suggested earlier Jeff!". "But then why all the men's rooms and urinals in public places? By your logic aren't they a filthy health hazard to Erin?" I asked. "Because they knew that stopping guys like you from peeing in public was a losing battle Jeff. You guys would just whip it out and pee all over the city" Erin answered with a hint of resentment. "That's why there's so many urinals all over the place Jeff. Too many drunk or lazy guys were whipping it out and peeing in alleys instead of walking to the nearest men's room, making the city smell like piss! Us ladies by contrast are much better behaved when there's no place for us to pee Jeff. We just cross our legs and hold it like we're supposed to, even if we've been holding it all day already, which all of us working ladies have after a long day of work. We don't just drop our pants and pee wherever we please". Erin added the last part with a hint of feminine pride. It seemed so backwards to me that Erin, the one struggling to keep her boiling hot pee contained because she had nowhere to let it out, was the one arguing that women like her shouldn't be given proper facilities to pee in public. Part of me felt bad for Erin not even having the option to pee all day out in public. But another part of me quietly enjoyed how Erin so passionately defended a system that didn't let her pee all day out in public. It was as if Erin secretly enjoyed it to, the way she had drank at least 5 large cups of coffee at work, knowing full well how bad it would make her need to pee later in the day when she would have no choice but to hold it. Maybe some of the other women secretly enjoyed holding it all day to. While we were talking, neither of us realized that a guy was approaching the bus stop urinal until we heard him unzipping his fly. Erin glanced briefly in his direction just as he pulled his cock out and started to pee noisily into the urinal right in front of her. Wasn't it considered rude in this city to pee in a urinal in front of a woman who was clearly dying to get home so that she could piss after work I wondered? Then I remembered how Erin had encouraged me to do the same thing just 15 minutes ago, and how she had called my hesitation to do what that guy was doing 'pee shyness'. Without uttering a word Erin looked away from the man to be polite. I watched Erin stoically sit there with her legs tightly crossed as the guy's noisy piss continued right next to her. The only break in Erin's stoic reaction was the way she bit her lip nervously as the guy's noisy piss continued for over 20 seconds with no signs of slowing. The way he was still pissing a gusher, it was as if the guy somehow hadn't peed all afternoon. Erin began to readjust her tightly crossed legs and grab her crotch as the guy's piss passed the 30 second mark. Erin's bladder had to be screaming at her with jealous rage at this unfair situation. Why should yet another guy's bladder get welcome relief in the urinal, while her desperately full bladder still had to wait even longer for relief because there were no toilets available for the girls? And yet Erin remained silent and outwardly calm as she kept her brimming load of boiling piss contained. Erin's stoic demeanor continued as the guy finally finished his long piss and zipped his fly back up. My interest in Erin during all this wasn't missed by her. "You expected me to complain when he started to use the urinal, didn't you?" she asked me frankly. I nodded. "Why should I have complained Jeff? I didn't complain when you used the urinal before we left the office. He was a guy, he can pee in whatever urinal he wants, regardless of if I'm close enough to listen to him pee or not. If he wants privacy from me then he can use a men's room instead". "Does it not bother you to see guys use a urinal right in front of you when you've been dying to pee for the last few hours?" I asked her. Erin shook her head. "I'm used to it Jeff, it happens all the time in this city" she answered in a matter-of-fact tone. "And besides, I'm a girl, so it's not like I could use a urinal if I wanted to Jeff. That makes it easier to not be jealous, or tempted to use a men's room, knowing that there's only urinals in there that I can't use". It was only at that moment that I realized Erin was right. All the men's room I had visited in the city had only urinals inside. I hadn't pondered why until now, but Erin's explanation made perfect sense. What better way to prevent desperate women from barging into the men's room to use the toilets then by not putting any toilets that the women could use in the men's room? All the city's public men's room would no doubt have become an unofficial unisex restroom otherwise, which obviously wasn't what the people who had banned public women's toilets had wanted. The second bus was running late today. We had been waiting at the bus stop for over 25 minutes before it finally showed up, over 10 minutes late. As it came to a stop in front of us I couldn't help but notice that the bus had a large #GirlsShouldNotPee ad plastered on its side. It had the same stern looking female cop on it, but its message was a bit different. It read 'Public Urination is against the law Ladies. Don't pee in public! Cross your legs and hold it ladies. Report violators with #GirlsShouldNotPee'. I began to wonder how many people used the hashtag to report women illegally peeing in public as the ads asked. I made a mental note to myself to check it out later. Unfortunately for me and Erin all the seats on the bus were already taken, a dozen people were already standing and gripping the handholds. Several of the people standing were women who looked just as desperate to pee after a long day of work as Erin. The way Erin partially hobbled towards the back of the bus in the sexiest way with a fist glued to her crotch, and her thighs bent inward, I thought someone might be merciful and give up their seat for the poor desperate girl. But no one did, and Erin didn't try to ask one of the guys to give her their seat. So, Erin stood in the back of the bus, forced to grip the handhold with one hand, while she squirmed around crossing her legs and grabbing her crotch with the other hand. It was obviously far from an ideal scenario for a girl who badly needed to pee. "Will you be alright standing like this?" I asked her in a whisper so that the others wouldn't overhear us. Despite her great need for a piss, and her visibly bulging bladder, she brushed my concern off. "I'll manage Jeff, it's not like I have a choice" she muttered tensely, her discomfort loud and clear in her voice as the bus started moving. During the ride all the women looked decidedly uncomfortable, many were shifting their crossed legs around anxiously, some were even openly holding themselves like Erin. Many of the women were clearly dressed in work attire, so obviously they were in the midst of rushing home after work to pee for the first time since the early morning. Some of the men did their best to ignore the obvious signs of bladder distress among all the women. But a few men couldn't take their eyes off the most obviously desperate women sitting or standing near them. While I kept an eye on Erin during the ride, another young mid-20's woman was soon grabbing an equal amount of my attention. She boarded the bus at the very next stop. She wore the typical uniform of a retail business, light blue jeans and a company shirt with her name on it, Lana. The second Lana boarded the bus it was clear to me that her bladder situation was nearing the breaking point. She pee danced more franticly than anyone else as she hobbled into the bus with slow baby steps and both hands glued to her crotch. I saw Lana whisper frantically to a few people she passed in search of a place to sit down, begging for their seat, but no one would give up their seat. So, she ended up standing in the back of the bus a few feet from me and Erin. Lana was too frantic to pee to even bother to grab a handhold with one hand to steady herself when the bus moved. A quick glance told me that Lana was sporting an even larger bladder bulge then Erin. Either Lana had drank a lot more then Erin during the day, or she had just gotten off a double shift, or perhaps both. The pressure Lana's throbbing pee hole had to resist to keep her flood of urine contained had to be nearly unbearable. Lana's bladder was clearly full to the brim, she looked like she was ready to burst any minute. Several minutes later my hunch was proving correct. I realized something was happening when Lana began to blush a deep red. The pressure in Lana's bladder was just too much for her to handle. Since she was facing me (and away from most of the other passengers) I saw the dark blue piss stain spreading across her jeans before my eyes. Lana managed to stop the leak after a few seconds, but not before it spread at least 4 inches from her front to partially down the inside of one of her pantlegs. I wondered if partial accidents like this were illegal under the city's anti-female urination laws. The panicked look in Lana's eyes and the way she tried to cover the wet spots with her hands told me that it probably was. A quick glance out of the corner of my eyes told me that Erin had been too preoccupied with her own overfilled bladder to notice Lana's leak. I shifted a half a foot to the side to help block Lana's wet patch from Erin's view. Lana hurried off the bus at the very next stop as fast as her legs could carry her. I had my doubts that it was the stop she had originally intended to get off at. I was 100% certain that Lana fully intended to find as private a place as possible to illegally pop a squat before she completely pissed her jeans the rest of the way. The rest of the bus ride was uneventful. As she promised, Erin managed to hold on with the rest of the desperate women during the remainder of the ride. It took another 15 minutes for the bus to arrive at our stop, shortly before 6 PM. From there we had only a 5 minute walk home to our next door apartments. I figured all would be over soon, and Erin would finally get to use her toilet for the first time in 11 hours to take a much needed pee. Little did I know what the rest of the evening had in store for us... "So, do you have any plans for dinner?" I asked Erin after we got off the bus. "No, but now that you mention it, I'm starving" Erin admitted as she crossed her legs while we waited to cross the street. "Well then, got any suggestions where we should go?" I asked her. "I'm afraid I don't know of many places yet since I'm still new to the city". Erin hesitated for a moment, as if pondering her options, all while she continued to pee dance anxiously on the spot. "You want to stop at Cascade's Diner on the way home?" she asked. "It's only 2 blocks away". "Sure, but don't you want to stop by your apartment to pee first? I'm sure you've needed to pee for hours now" I replied. Surely Erin had just misspoke? "To be honest, it would be really nice to be able to pee Jeff. I've needed to pee since mid-morning after my second cup of coffee. Drinking the rest of the coffee made me need to pee pretty bad all afternoon" Erin admitted sheepishly as she shifted around uncomfortably. "You've had to pee for the last 8 hours?" I asked. Erin nodded in acknowledgement. "Then we should definitely stop by your apartment before dinner to let you pee". To my surprise Erin slowly shook her head. "Thanks for the offer Jeff, but no. I really need to pee bad, but I don't need to take a pee break right now, I can wait a while longer if I have to" she insisted, even as she openly held herself. "It would be really selfishly for me to inconvenience you with a 10 minute detour to my apartment just so I can pee, even if you're offering to be inconvenienced for me Jeff. I mean, us girls aren't supposed to pee out in public after all, we're supposed to cross our legs and hold it Jeff". Part of me wanted to argue with Erin that it wasn't selfish for her to demand that she needed a pee break before dinner when she had needed to pee for the last 8 hours. But I knew from the look on her face that it was futile to argue with her. It was the city's culture, and all the years Erin had lived in it, that was making the decision for her. I was suggesting she do something that she had been taught by society was taboo, even if it wasn't illegal for her to use her own toilet. The #GirlsShouldNotPee ads everywhere probably only helped farther reinforce the rules of the city's culture Erin had learned to live by. But at the same time, a selfish part of me wanted to let Erin continue to hold it, and have her pent up boiling hot piss continue to brew uncomfortably in her rock hard bulging bladder for a while longer over dinner. She had already held it for so long, how much longer could she keep holding it? Could she keep holding it through dinner, even after an additional glass or two of water? Would something else about the city's culture that I was unaware of keep Erin from finally peeing when she got home after dinner? Tonight's dinner would certainly be a lot more interesting then I had originally anticipated. ===== That's it, let me know what you think. I tried to fill in some of the gaps in this part for how the City ended up without any ladies rooms. I hope the small scene with Lana on the bus turned out alright. I've been trying to introduce other female characters to this story that are also suffering from the lack of a ladies room just like Erin, but haven't really liked what I came up with (which is part of why this part took so long to write). For example, Danielle, who we saw briefly in part #1, was originally going to be waiting at the bus stop with Jeff & Erin. But frankly it didn't really work out, so I removed her from the scene. Also, just to be clear, @huberp76 while I loved your short story of taking a desperate girl to a diner after work without letting her pee first, I already had the ideas from it I used in part #2 in mind before you suggested it.
At long last I'm finally ready to post another chapter of this story. I'm really sorry for the long delay guys, to keep it short it was a combination of 3 factors. 1) I got a bit burnt out and took 2 weeks off on this story a while ago. 2) After coming back from that break I decided I really didn't like what I had written so far, so I started over, but kept some of the best paragraphs (I did the same exact thing when writing Chapter 1, and it turned out much better for it in my opinion). 3) Temporary events at work have kept me working more hours the last few weeks, including responding to a lot of emails in the evening at home, a time when I most often write. This has really put a damper on my available time to write, and left me not in the mood for it some nights. I've been nearly finished this chapter for 2 weeks, but just didn't have the time to finish it until now. So finally, here's the next chapter: ====== Part 3: Cascades of Piss We arrived at Cascade's diner during the evening rush hour. A dozen people were ahead of us waiting for a table, half of them women in clear discomfort from the urgent needs of their visibly bulging bladders. Erin and all the women waiting in line had their legs tightly crossed as they shifted around uncomfortably, but the lack of a ladies room left them with no choice but to continue to hold all their pent up boiling hot pee in even longer. Like Erin, all these women could have chosen to go home to take a badly needed piss before dinner. But instead they had all chosen to purposely show up with their desperately full bladders still unrelieved for many hours. I glanced back at Erin, and she gave me a gentle smile as she crossed her legs and squirmed around uncomfortably like the rest of the women. "I don't know why you look so surprised Jeff. Did you really think I was going to be the only girl showing up here needing to pee?" she whispered quietly enough for only me to hear. I nodded my head. "I know that you ladies can't pee in public, even if your bladder is filled to the brim and you've been dying to pee for many hours. But I figured that the first thing any girl's going to do after work in this city is go home to pee". "If we weren't going anywhere sure, I would have eagerly gone home to pee in that case Jeff" Erin admitted as she anxiously rubbed her slim thighs together hard, trying to resist the urge to openly grab her pussy like a desperate little girl. "I normally make the first bus home and get to pee by now, so it's already been longer than I usually need to wait. I'm getting kind of desperate". "So then why didn't you agree to stop by your apartment to pee first when I suggested it?" I asked. "Because us ladies aren't supposed to pee out in public. Doesn't insisting we need to stop by our home so we can pee on our way to dinner sound a lot like using a public ladies room to you Jeff? That's why it would have been selfish of me to inconvenience you with a detour to my apartment just so I could pee. I didn't want you to feel like I took an unfair advantage of your kindness to pee instead of holding it like I was supposed to". "So you're saying I accidentally kept you from peeing by inviting you out to dinner after work?". Erin nodded. "It's nothing Jeff, don’t feel guilty about it. I'll just cross my legs and hold it in a while longer, it's what us girls are supposed to do in this city. I hold it all the time when I'm expected to" Erin insisted despite the 11 hours' worth of boiling hot pee she still badly needed to let out. A small part of me felt bad for Erin still having to hold it for even longer. But a bigger part of me realized gleefully that Erin had just told me how to keep any 'well behaved' lady in the city, like Erin, from peeing for a long while. The evil part of me knew that in the not too distant future I would definitely have to use this newfound knowledge to keep Erin from using her toilet for a very long time. When the line moved up enough for us to step inside the diner I began to fully appreciate just how successful the city's #GirlsShouldNotPee campaign was at changing women's behavior and social norms. Every woman I could see in the diner was clearly dealing with a very uncomfortably full bladder, nearly all of them were squirming around anxiously in their seat, a few were even openly holding themselves. One particularly desperate looking college aged woman in jeans and a dark hoodie stood out to me. She kept clenching her thighs together, and scissoring her legs back and forth franticly, all with a worried look on her face that none of the other women shared. She looked to be minutes away from peeing all over the floor, she had clearly been forced to put off her pee for far too long. She glanced anxiously towards the men's room, as if seriously contemplating it as an emergency alternative to possibly peeing her pants, yet she remained in her seat. Another desperate woman in the diner initially stood out to me because I recognized her from the office, her name was Katy, she was our company's CEO. Katy was the only woman in a group of 8 at her table, the men were all other people from the office. Katy was the only one at her table who looked very uncomfortable; she had her legs double crossed, but she couldn't keep them still as she fidgeted around anxiously underneath the table, clearly in urgent need of relief after a long day without any. Yet none of the men seemed to care that their CEO badly needed to pee, they all expected her to hold it till she was home like the other women. Katy for her part seemed determined to play the confident CEO for the men, continuing to remain talkative and sip on her drink, no matter how much pressure was building on her exhausted little pee hole, begging for release. When a fidgeting waitress offered her table a refill of their drinks, Katy, still squirming desperately in her seat, was the first to hold out her empty glass for a refill, as if to show the men she could still drink like them without concern for her throbbing bladder. Even the women who worked at the diner looked like they hadn't been able to pee in many hours the way they all fidgeted around regularly. One pretty brunette waitress with the nametag Jennifer pinned to her shirt seemed more desperate then the rest of the staff. She was the only waitress with a fist openly shoved deep into her crotch as she hobbled towards the kitchen. If we were anywhere else in the world all these women would be impatiently lining up to use the ladies room, and the line would no doubt be enormous. But since there were no ladies rooms in the city, and the women knew they were expected to wait, they all just held it without complaint. To be fair, I'm sure there were women in the city who would have sensibly refused to go out to dinner after work without peeing first, but there didn't seem to be any of them here as far as I could tell. I thought Erin's lack of relief for the last 11 hours, and the addition of yet more liquid to her bladder over dinner, was going to be the worst of her problems at Cascade's diner. But I quickly realized I was wrong when our host took us to our table. It seemed Cascade's diner took its name literally in their decorations, because a beautiful waterfall fountain, with plenty of noisily running water, was at the center of their diner. It was as if the person who had designed the décor was hoping to witness plenty of desperate women diners with cascades of piss flowing down their legs. I glanced back at the desperate girl in the jeans and dark hoodie, wondering if her exhausted bladder would make her the first to have piss running down her legs. Or maybe it would be our CEO Katy, even though she tried to play the confident woman with the iron bladder for the guys. The rumors around the office were that she often drank a lot of tea at work, if true that tea had to be putting quite a strain on her tired & overworked bladder by now. Our host seated us near the fountain, where Erin could easily hear it's constant torturous trickling sound loud and clear. Erin couldn't help but ram both her fists into her desperately throbbing pussy like a desperate little girl as she took her seat. To Erin it must have been like sitting next to a guy taking an endlessly long pee in front of her. Yet not a word of complaint escaped Erin's lips, it seemed she was used to having her bladder put in very uncomfortable situations like this and being expected to wait. It was almost like Erin secretly enjoyed putting herself in these desperate situations because she liked the feeling of a full bladder, maybe a lot of women secretly did in this city. Maybe that was part of why Erin obeyed the law & seemed to support the #GirlsShouldNotPee campaign so unquestionably. While the pressure had been building in Erin's bladder all day thanks to all the coffee she had drank earlier, that didn't stop her from draining half her glass of water in the first 10 minutes. We hadn't even gotten our food yet. I stared incredulously at her, as Erin franticly shifted around in her seat while ramming a fist into her quivering pee hole. My staring wasn't unnoticed by Erin, who returned a knowing smile. "I know Jeff, I really shouldn't be drinking all this water, especially when I already need to pee so frigging bad" Erin admitted as she continued to squirm around in her seat in the sexiest way. "The thing is I really don't want to suffer from dehydration, and to do that I've got to drink plenty of water, even though I haven't been able to pee since heading to work over 11 hours ago!". "Why the concern about not drinking enough? Have you had medical issues from dehydration before?" I asked. "No, but the doctors are always nagging us ladies to stay well hydrated to avoid dehydration issues. My doctor is always telling me 'if you don't need to pee really bad by the mid-afternoon then you aren't drinking enough water', and right now it's several hours past mid-afternoon. I've been dutifully following my doctor's advice throughout the day, with all that coffee earlier, so yeah, I really need to pee bad when I get home Jeff, it's getting to be an emergency". "Easy for your doctor to give you those instructions, he can pee whenever he wants to. You're the one who has to hold it when your bladder swells up to the size of a melon after all that coffee, with no place to let it out all day" I pointed out. "My doctor is a lady, so she has to hold it at work and out in public just like me, and she follows her own advice on this subject" Erin informed me with a slightly annoyed tone. "Also your concern is nice Jeff, but I'll be ok with not having my usual after work pee. It's nice when I get to pee after work. But sometimes I don't get a chance to and I need to keep holding it a while longer into the evening" she stated matter-of-factly, as if she couldn't care less whether she got to pee or not, despite the liters of boiling hot pee already sitting restlessly in her bulging bladder. With an attitude like that I knew the rest of dinner would be very interesting for me, and very uncomfortable for Erin as she filled her already full bladder with even more drinks. "Ready to go Jeff?" Erin asked anxiously after we had finished dinner. I knew she was eager to leave so she could go home and pee. She sat at the edge of her seat with her legs tightly crossed, jerking around quick and anxiously with her fists shoved into her pussy. Even by Erin's iron bladder standards it must have been an emergency by now. It didn't look like it would take much more for Erin's boiling hot pee to start uncontrollably cascading out in a massive flood, especially after the 2 glasses of water she had drank in the last hour. So of course I shook my head. "Not quite, I know you've been waiting to go all day, and you must need it quite badly by now, but I really need to slip into the men's room before we leave" I answered truthfully. I knew I was being cruel; I could have easily held it and let Erin get home a few minutes sooner to take her very badly needed pee. But hey, Erin was the one who had been encouraging me all day to not think about her bladder needs when I had to go. And Erin had willingly chosen to drink all that coffee and water throughout the day when she knew full well that there was no place for her to pee in public! Rather than be annoyed, or protest that she urgently needed to get home so that she could use her toilet, Erin nodded meekly. "Go ahead and pee Jeff. I can cross my legs and wait like a good girl until you come back" she replied deferentially, even as her exhausted little pee hole was no doubt quivering under the strain of holding so much pent up pee back for so long. I imagine a 'bad girl' in Erin's mind would have complained about me going off to pee yet again while she was getting close to pissing her pants after being denied relief for the last 12 hours. "I'll try to be quick Erin, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting while I go yet again" I said as I stood up. "There's no need to feel guilty Jeff, I'm supposed to hold it, that's why there's no ladies rooms in public. You guys can pee whenever you want" she calmly reassured me as I left the table. It continued to amaze me the way Erin so easily accepted without complaint that I got to pee yet again, while she had to keep holding it, even though she had been dying to pee for hours now! It seemed the only thing stronger than Erin's bladder, was her commitment to behaving like a proper lady, by obediently holding her liters of hot pee in without complaint like ladies were expected to in this city. Surely she wouldn't keep holding it without complaint until she couldn't wait any longer and began to piss herself? I wondered in that moment what the limits to her 'ladylike manners' and bladder endurance were. Maybe if I kept stalling her trip home I could find out tonight... starting with making my trip to the men's room longer than necessary... knowing Erin would obediently hold it and keep waiting for me... ====== Ok, I lied at the beginning of this post, there was a 4th reason that delayed this chapter that I didn't reveal at the start of this post for spoiler reasons. I was originally going to finish the story in this chapter and have Erin finally pee (one way or another), but it was getting so long that I realized I had to split it in half. This is why I missed the deadline I announced in my profile a few weeks ago, I had to rewrite a little bit of this chapter to make it this a better chapter ending point (since it originally wasn't supposed to be a chapter ending). And then work began to keep me a lot busier, which delayed the chapter a few weeks farther. Anyway, let me know what you all think, I hope this chapter was worth the long wait. Edited April 28, 2019 by FullBladder85 (see edit history)
Thank you FullBladder85 that is a fascinating story as I like it most! After reading it the third time I have an idea of a further plot: Erin now needs pee urgently, but is still very polite. Jeff offers her a visit to the cinema. It is not so near. So you go by bus. On the bus you again see Lana, the woman, who lost control in the late bus after work. Her jeans is dry again now, but you can still see the dried patch, as she had no chance to go home until now. That patch is still 4 inches long - so she obviously was able to hold her now even more giantly bulging bladder until now.  She was in a bad trap, as she could not pee in public, but had to hide her patch until it dried... You talk to Erin about this ability to hold such a bladder. Lana hears you two and she flushes to red very embarrassed. Now Erin talks to Lana and you decide to go to the cinema all three together. Lana according to the rules of the city agrees - has to agree... It of cause is a very long movie - split by some advertisement breaks for the men to have a piss. The women have to hold it! And there are giant cokes offered and everybody drinks. Erin tries to show you, that she is able to fill her bladder to Lana's level also. Lana tries to contest her and drinks even more. Both ladies are sitting and rocking back and forth in their seats like mad but hold it in all the time. You fear that at least Lana's now obscenely bulging bladder could harm her. But both ambitious girls decide to watch a 2nd even longer movie. The next hours are really cruel and it goes on and on... At the end Lana is still dry, but cannot walk anymore as extreme spasms let her bend double every 1..2 minutes. Erin is in a nearly as bad stage now, but you have a piss in a nearby open urinal just in view of them. Both bend over and act like mad in anticipation this time. So women have got nerves even in this city...! You three are able to bring Lana home dry and you decide, that she has to measure her pee as the contest got broken. But Lana decides to endure and let the contest go on. The bad news for Erin is, that she cannot go pee at Lana's flat, according to the rules. So the cruel competition goes to a nightmare for both women. Lana doesn't want to give in and Erin is not allowed to... Both ladies have more than obscenely bulging bladders by now and they still hold it both. Accidentally Lana can not hold it any more and leaks. She just dribbles. But she tells you she didn't lose the competition as she holds much more than Erin. Erin wants her to measure her pee! In a giant blast Lana's inflated bladder tank empties into a bucket. The result is unbelievable. Lana is proud of it and invites Erin to drink more. Erin accepts another big bottle of water, but then you decide to take Erin to your flat, what Erin thankfully agrees to - after drinking the water... Next scene: You two on the way to the next bus. At the bus stop you find out that it is too late for buses this night. You have to walk. Erin's 5 inch business heels make it worse to her still quickly filling bladder as every step goes through straight to hit her bladder! Hours later and after many frantic stops you reach your house. Erin accepts your invitation for a bottle of campaign! Her bladder is bigger now than Lana's at the end! Erin is in love now and mad to show you her holding abilities as you admire her (not just for this but too). You have 2 bottles of campaign together and Erin now has real difficulties to stay bravely dry. So she hustles to have sex soon.  At first you are careful and offer Erin to ride your dick and later also try the spoons position. But after a while Erin gets more and more ambitious and you end up on her giant bladder. She is so tight with her holding muscles totally cramped, that you don't shoot your load into her. You just have breaks and stay inside her and resume again and again. The best sex you ever had. But poor Erin who is very hot and has many orgasms on her bursting bladder can prevent to pee even in this situation anyhow. Fortunately it is Saturday morning and you don't have to work... So you massage Erin's bladder and erogenous zones with your full body weight all the time again and again and again. You see another advantage of the good trained women in this special city without any ladies bathrooms! By all the massages her bladder even grows more and more, but both of you ignore that as good as possible. At the end you have to stop to have just a little sleep before Monday and work :( Erin measures her pee, which after first problems to overcome her sphincter shoots out of her like a Niagara falls. Lana's fascinating result is just a drop compared to this! Both of you fall asleep immediately after entering your bed. Next morning the alarm clock interrupts the short night. Erin's bladder has refilled to obscene measurement. You need to go too, but just your normal strong morning piss.  Erin lets to pee you and holds her bladder shut. She has a shower with you and you admire her again so bursting bladder. Then she goes across to her flat and changes her clothes to a sexy black leather skirt and a light silk top. And she has a very strong corset with her and asks you to lace her tight as her obscenely bulging bladder in the morning would attract attention and cause rumors at work. You cannot believe this, but trust into her holding abilities. You two are able to tie her belly nearly flat and her waist sexy. Erin is nearly dying to go, but decides to be at work in time. On your way you see Erin buying her typical large Starbucks coffee, but this time she doesn't take the tall ones (12 oz = 355 ml) but the trenta (31 oz = 917 ml). A new hard working day is to solve now - and a fascinating one too...! Edited August 1, 2019 by Peter-P (see edit history)
After many too long delays, I finally have the finale of this story. Also thanks @watchinghold and @Peter-P for your posts/short stories in this thread, I really enjoyed reading them. ===== Part 4: Not Giving a Lady Permission to Pee As we waited to cross the street Erin bobbed up and down anxiously. Her reservoir of hot pee had been brewing uncomfortably in her visibly bulging bladder for most of the day. Yet it had been me, and not Erin, who got to use the toilet before we left the diner. Despite her urgent need for a long overdue afterwork piss, Erin had politely waited for several minutes while I used the men's room, all without a word of complaint. But what choice did Erin really have but to keep her throbbing little pee hole firmly clamped shut and wait? The city forbade her from ever peeing in public, even if it was an emergency, and Erin had made clear her support for the city's strict anti-female-public urination laws. So like a model female citizen Erin had dutifully held it in all day, even as she drank coffee like an addict, filling her bloated bladder to the brim. She had even endured listening to several guys pee freely in front of her at the public urinals, while she had to keep holding it in for hours. And now the chilly evening air was no doubt cruelly working it's magic on Erin's very unrelieved bulging bladder. Her fists were openly shoved into her desperately throbbing pussy as we waited for the traffic to pass. But of course the evil part of me still didn't want to let Erin go home and pee quite yet. I was enjoying her 12 toilet-less hours far too much. Erin was so accustomed to being denied a chance to pee all day at work that she hadn't even complained once about her filling bladder. Yet she had still fiercely defended the city's lack of any ladies rooms when I brought it up earlier. It made me wonder if Erin was secretly enjoying her own daily desperate plight to. Maybe that was part of why she didn't seem to mind holding it from the early morning to evening. Unfortunately it was too late in the evening for me to suggest we go out somewhere else like to the movies or a bar. We both had work tomorrow morning. So instead I asked Erin if she wanted to come back to my apartment and have a pint of beer or two with me. Erin smiled and nodded in agreement; she didn't even mention the possibility of her maybe swinging by her apartment so she could pee first. Erin fidgeted around in anxious anticipation as I unlocked my front door. She looked as if she was hoping to dash straight to my toilet as fast as her high heels would let her. The evil part of me would have loved to prevent that by telling Erin she wasn't allowed to use my toilet for some contrived reason. I had little doubt Erin would dutifully hold it for me if I asked her not to use my toilet. The thought of making Erin continue to hold it another hour or more at my place even though my toilet was right there nearly gave me a raging hard-on. But then again, perhaps there was a good chance Erin might choose to hold her pee in for a while longer despite the availability of my toilet. I didn't know all the rules of this city. But I did know Erin had previously seemed rather disgusted at the thought of sharing a public toilet with a bunch of other women. Perhaps that met Erin wouldn't even consider using my toilet under any circumstances, even if it was an emergency. Or perhaps it was against the rules for her to use my toilet I wondered as I opened the door. My bathroom was right across from the front door, so Erin couldn't miss it when we came in. She glanced longingly at my toilet through the open door, as if sorely tempted to go use it. But she politely remained rooted to the spot, crossing her legs and shifting around in obvious discomfort as she glanced at me expectantly. Perhaps Erin was hoping I would invite her to use my toilet, if so she was going to be sorely disappointed. "Have a seat while I fetch us some beer" I told Erin, pointing to a seat facing the open bathroom door. Erin nodded obediently and moved to sit down, all while still anxiously glancing in the direction of my toilet. Even though she had been dying to pee for hours now, it seemed Erin was too timid to simply ask to use my toilet. Or perhaps it was considered inappropriate for a lady to even ask to use someone else's toilet, let alone use it without their permission. I returned with two pint-sized cans of beer (473 ml). I made sure to feign a look of confusion as I handed one to Erin. "I thought you were going to hurry straight to my toilet to take a badly needed pee as soon as I let you in? Don't you want to go pee before drinking a pint or two of beer?" I inquired carefully. I made sure to avoid implying I was knowingly granting her permission to use my toilet. "…I didn't want to be rude Jeff, or take advantage of you being new to the city. You never said I could use your toilet, so I figured it would be better if I just held it" Erin answered, as she bit her lips nervously. "It's well within your rights to refuse to let me use your toilet, for any reason. If you refuse to give me permission I'm not allowed to pee at your place" she stated matter-of-factly, as she squirmed around in her seat in desperation. "Would you like my permission to go pee then?" I asked, making sure to not actually give her permission in the process. Erin smiled nervously. "…I don't know, I can hold it if you want me to Jeff" she replied uncertainly as she fidgeted around uncomfortably in her seat. She obviously wasn't used to someone bothering to ask if she'd like to use their toilet. "I've needed to pee really frigging bad since we entered Cascade's diner though, so it would be nice to pee" she admitted anxiously as she eyed my toilet. "I take it guys don't normally let you pee when they invite you over then?" I asked. Erin nodded in agreement. "Most guys in the city prefer us girls treat their toilets like just another men's urinal we aren't allowed to use. Some guys don't even let their girlfriend use their toilet, even when she stays the night. But I usually prefer to just hold it anyway. I hate the thought of sitting on someone else's potentially dirty toilet seat, I'm really germophobic" she explained. I grinned inwardly at Erin's confession. The city's rules, and Erin's aversion to using any 'foreign' toilets, were going to make it easy for me to keep her from peeing for a very long time. "Well, if you'd prefer to hold it for several more hours, I don't see why I should let you pee then, even if you were about to drink a few pints of beer" I replied. Erin grimaced, her throbbing bladder clearly not liking the thought of needing to hold on for a few more hours while she drank a few beers. She bent forward and jammed both hands into her crotch. Her pants were painfully digging into her swollen bladder bulge, adding to the enormous strain already on her exhausted little pee hole. "…I was kind of hoping you'd at least consider letting me pee though. I've been holding it in since 7 AM, and I've had a lot to drink today, so I'm absolutely bursting for a piss right about now. …But I'll understand if you'd rather I hold it a while longer". She paused, grinding her thighs together frantically in her seat, as she struggled to keep her liters of boiling hot pee from erupting like a volcano through her exhausted little pee hole. "Are you going to let me pee then or not?" she asked matter-of-factly. I shook my head. "I know you really need to pee bad, but I think you can hold it" I replied. Erin nodded meekly in acceptance, as if she had expected my refusal. "I hope you don't mind me making you wait; I know it's been many hours since you've last been able to pee". "It's alright Jeff, if you want me to hold it you don't have to let me use your toilet. My friends would have also expected me to hold it for them" she assured me unemotionally, as if she hadn't really cared if she got to pee or not. She clenched her thighs together, and scissored her legs back and forth frantically in her seat. Yet she still took a long sip from her pint of beer, despite knowing she wouldn't be able to pee for a while now, I almost got a raging hard-on right there! A few hours later, I still couldn't believe how easy it had been to get Erin to agree to hold it for me, even though my toilet was right in front of her. It would have been easy for Erin to ignore my refusal, plop herself on my toilet seat, and taken a nice long badly overdue pee. But like a proper lady she behaved herself, and held it like I asked her to, all while she drank her beer. She hadn't even asked me to reconsider when I said no, she had just simply accepted that she wasn't allowed to pee. The two of us both ended up draining two pints of beer each (946 ml total) at a leisurely pace over the next two hours. It was just after 9 PM now, which met Erin had so far lasted through 14 toilet-less hours of bladder endurance. The exhausted muscles in her womanhood must have been really straining to continue to hold back her massive flood of boiling hot piss by now. She sat on the edge of her seat, absolutely bursting for the toilet as she frantically twisted her legs into desperate knots. My open bathroom door was still right across from Erin's seat, the white porcelain throne inside just waiting for her to sit on it and open her exhausted floodgates. Erin glanced longingly at its offered relief for the hundredth time that hour, as if she were seriously thinking about using it. Except of course I had cruelly told Erin that she wasn't allowed to use my toilet. For all she knew I would have allowed her to pee, if only she hadn't told me I could refuse to let her use my toilet if I wanted to. If only she hadn't told me that guys generally expected the ladies they invited over to hold it. If only she had been able to swing by her place first, to take a quick pee break in her own bathroom. From Erin's perspective my bathroom might as well have had only a urinal in it, since there was no way I was letting her pee, and she probably knew that. Actually… now that I thought about it, I did need to take another piss myself… which gave my evil side a cruel idea that I had to act on. "Well, I really need to go drain the main vein again after those last couple of beers" I announced as I stood up. For a split second I saw what looked like real worry in Erin's eyes, as her swollen bladder no doubt fiercely protested at the thought of me using the toilet yet again, while she was still stuck holding it. I had probably peed at least 5 times already since Erin's last trip to the toilet 14 long hours ago. The city could be so unfair to the bladder's of well-behaved ladies like Erin. Erin bit her lips nervously, and shoved her fists into her crotch as she writhed around anxiously in her seat. "You won't mind if I go take a piss, will you Erin?" I asked her politely. Part of me hoped she finally complained about how bad she already needed to pee. Instead Erin merely shook her head. "No, you can pee whenever you want in your own home Jeff, even if you're still not going to let me pee" she replied matter-of-factly. There was no hint of jealousy, or resentment in her tone, even though I could have let her pee almost two hours ago. "Good, and yes, I'd prefer if you could hold it a while longer". Erin nodded meekly in acknowledgement as she grinded her crossed legs together anxiously, and kept her hands jammed deep into her crotch. "I hope you don't mind how I've already asked you to hold it for the last 2 hours. I know you've been waiting to take a badly needed pee break for a really long time now" I added. Erin shook her head indifferently. "Don't feel bad Jeff, it's your right to refuse to let me pee at your place. It doesn't matter if I'm absolutely bursting, or if I've been holding it for over 24 hours, I'm still expected to be a lady and wait" she answered indifferently. "Besides, I've seen thousands of cocks peeing in the public urinals over the years, when I hadn't been allowed to pee in least 12 hours. And at least a half dozen cocks from people I once dated peeing in their own toilets, while I was really desperate, but still wasn't allowed to pee at least until tomorrow morning. I'm used to it all" she assured me in the same matter-of-fact tone, as she continued to squirm around in her seat like a hot piss filled mess. "Well, if you don't mind seeing guys pee in front of you, then I don't really care if you watch or not" I said as I stepped into the bathroom. Without even bothering to close the door, I whipped my cock out, walked up to the toilet, and started peeing. Because of the layout of my bathroom, and because Erin was sitting right outside it, she had a perfect sideview of my pissing cock. I half expected Erin to look away, both for modesty's sake, and her bladder's sake. But she didn't. In my peripheral vision I saw her nakedly staring at my pissing cock, a look of excitement on her face. Despite all 14 desperate, toilet-less hours she had already endured, Erin was clearly enjoying this just as much as me! She knew she wasn't allowed to share in my relief, but Erin didn't seem to care. She just smiled eagerly as she watched me piss, even as she writhed around frantically in utter desperation. My cock stiffened significantly at Erin's enjoyment of all this despite her utterly desperate need to pee, which only seemed to make her smile bigger. Unfortunately my erection also made it a lot harder for me to finish peeing. My aim became more erratic from my partial erection, and my stream slowed down significantly, but Erin certainly didn't seem to mind. When I finished I tucked my cock back in, washed my hands quickly, and turned around to see Erin blushing furiously, excitement still on her face. "That… was really hot Jeff. I see a lot of pissing cocks in public when I… pretend to politely look away, but I don't normally get such a great view" she confessed lustfully. "And I think it's really hot how you still haven't been able to pee yet for the last 14 hours" I confessed. "Good, because it's really enjoyable for me to. It makes me so frigging horny when I'm just absolutely bursting to piss like I am now" she told me excitedly as she scissored her legs back and forth frantically. "A lot of times I only get to pee twice a day, because my friends never let me use their toilet. And I'm too germophobic to even touch most people's toilets in the first place. I'll pee if I get a chance to use a clean toilet without breaking the rules, since those opportunities are so rare for us ladies in this city. But if I can't pee I don't mind holding it all day till I get home". "Well then, it's a good thing I didn't let you pee when I invited you over" I replied with a grin, Erin nodded in agreement. "I appreciate you being a lady for me Erin, and not taking advantage of my ignorance of the rules so you could pee. You could have easily asked to use my toilet when I first let you in, without explaining the rules to me. I would have said yes without a second thought, and let you hurry right to my toilet to take a nice long pee" I pointed out. "I know I could have Jeff, but I didn't want to be a rude guest. Everyone in this city hates girls who just use your toilet without asking. A visiting lady should always wait for her host's permission before she pees" Erin answered proudly. "Besides, I'd really prefer to use my own toilet whenever possible. No offense Jeff, but I'm so germophobic that I don't like touching toilets someone else just used. I would have peed if you let me when I first came in, but now I'd rather just hold it to avoid touching your potentially dirty toilet". "Well, if you don't want to pee, then I won't give you permission to. I'm sure you can be a lady and hold it a while longer for me" I teased. "I promise I'll let you go home and use your own toilet in another hour or two" I added. Erin, with her fists jammed into her crotch, and a relieved smile on her face, nodded in agreement. With the two of us both feeling quite lustful for each other I inevitably ended up leading Erin to my bedroom so we could have sex. The sight of Erin hurriedly undoing her pants, and ripping them and her panties down to her knees, as if she were in a hurry to use the toilet practically made me fully erect. Her massively swollen bladder now bulged out farther than the bladder's of any of the other desperate women I had seen today. At first I worried if Erin would even be able to hold it when I started fucking her, especially when I brought her to orgasm. I didn't want her to pee uncontrollably all over my bed. I didn't even have a trash can near my bed for her to use in an emergency. I asked her about this while we finished undressing. "You're not allowing me to pee Jeff, so I won't" she replied haughtily. "Your concern is nice, but come on Jeff, you know I'm not going to pee in a trash can. I'm much too ladylike for that" she teased as she bobbed around anxiously, her hands gripping her sweaty pussy. And so I ended up going to town on Erin. Her exhausted bladder tried to rebel against her iron control, and forcibly release her liters of boiling hot pee right there, but Erin wouldn't let herself feel relief so easily. When I let her ride my dick I could feel her exhausted sphincter constantly clenching very hard to keep her throbbing little pee hole clamped tightly shut. No wonder why she could hold such an unbearably full bladder all day long without any relief. I guess this was just one of the benefits of living in a city without any ladies rooms, it made the sex much better. Neither of us wanted to stop, so our sex dragged on for a while before we were both fully spent. If we had been at Erin's apartment, she could have slipped right into her bathroom, and finally let herself pee after we had our fun. But she wasn't, and she knew she still couldn't pee at my apartment, because I still wasn't going to let her use my toilet. And even if I did, Erin had made clear she didn't want to use my 'dirty' toilet. I offered to let Erin pee in a large bucket for me, but she flatly refused. "I wouldn't pee in your bucket even if it was an absolute emergency Jeff. I'm supposed to behave like a lady, and only pee in toilets" she replied firmly as she wriggled around frantically with her fists jammed into her crotch. That met Erin had only one option, redressing herself, and making the short walk back to her apartment, where she could finally pee after 15 long hours of waiting. Erin twisted herself into desperate knots, and pee danced shamelessly as she compressed her poor engorged bladder back into her too-tight clothing. I expected Erin to be half-assed about dressing herself, so she could get home and sit on her badly needed toilet a little sooner. But to my surprise she took her time carefully buttoning up her pants, even as she nervously nibbled on her lips at the added pressure it put her overtaxed bladder. Erin looked like her bladder was about ready to explode the entire 50 meter walk back to her apartment. Her fists were jammed into her crotch the entire time, and she was so desperate she could barely walk in her high heels. I fully expected Erin to kiss me good night, and leave me at the door when we arrived at her apartment. But to my delight she held the door open, and motioned for me to come inside with her, all while her body language screamed for me to hurry up so she could pee. "I've already seen you pee, so it's only fair I let you see me pee" she explained mischievously as she hurried in after me. "What if I said I'd prefer if you could wait?" I teased jokingly. "Then you should have asked me to stay the night, and refused to let me pee at your place" she teased back, as if trying to give me an idea for later, as she hobbled to her toilet. The sight of her own toilet seemed to make Erin extra frantic as she hurriedly undid her pants again. I watched her rip her pants and panties down in one swift motion, and plop herself on the toilet seat, before finally unleashing Niagara Falls. 15 hours' worth of pent up boiling hot piss gushed out of Erin's pussy like a firehose, as a look of utter relief spread across her face. It took almost 3 full minutes for Erin's gusher to die down to a few dribbles, and finally stop. "We're definitely doing this again. How about catching dinner and a movie Friday night?" I asked her as she grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper. "Oh… you know that won't give me any time to go home and pee after work…" Erin teased. I nodded in agreement. "You were a lot tougher on my poor bladder then most people new to the city. Most of them would have let me pee at their place after I explained the rules, but after tonight I'm glad you didn't. Some guys have a lot of trouble adapting to living to in this city, but I can tell you'll do just fine Jeff. I'll see you after work this Friday then" she said with a wicked smile. I nodded in agreement. We both knew I definitely wasn't going to be letting Erin use the toilet for a very long time that Friday night. ===== That's it for Erin and Jeff's story (for now at least). Let me know what you think. I hope the ending turned out alright, I had a lot of trouble ending this story in a satisfactory way. I have a few pages written for another (much shorter) story that also takes place in this city with a different woman. I may work on finishing that one next, or I may get back to continuing the Groundhog's Day for Kate story (since so many have requested I continue that one, I already have a full page of the next part of that written).
It is the end of the semester, so I have a ton of things that I don't want to do before break, so I wrote this instead. I wrote it fast and sloppy, so I'm sure I missed some fairly ridiculous mistakes! ***     Cami rolled her eyes. “No one in this whole state knows how to handle snow,” she lamented.      Damien, her somewhat impromptu companion, shrugged good-naturedly. “Donna wanted milk, too, right?”      “Yes, skim,” Cami clarified, reaching for a carton of eggs.      The grocery store was, as expected, packed, with people scrambling to buy necessities before the storm hit. In fact, it was already snowing outside, and Cami had resisted when her mother, Donna, had requested a trip to the grocery store.      Dr. Donna Patrick was a professor of international relations at the university. She lived 20 minutes or so out of town, in a large house that befit her academic rank. Her daughter, Dr. Camille Patrick, was a clinical psychologist and was in town for her mother’s yearly end-of-semester celebration.      It was finals week at the university, and Donna, with her children grown, had developed a habit of inviting students to her house for a meal at the beginning of winter break. Mostly, she got students who lived close by, but occasionally, she got one like Damien, who would spend the night after the dorms closed.     Damien was a junior who had first met Donna the previous spring semester in her popular intro course. Even in a class of 150 students, Damien stood out with his superior writing and thoughtful, critical answers in class. This semester, he had taken Donna’s advanced seminar, and Donna had gotten to know him even better. She knew he was a transfer student and that he wanted to go to law school. She’d been pleased when he accepted the invitation for the end-of-the-semester party.      Because the dorms closed the last day of finals, Damien had agreed to say overnight at Donna’s house. Donna had explained that her husband, a professor in the chemistry department, was at a conference and would be back the following day for the party, but her daughter, Dr. Patrick (“Call her Cami”) would be in town. Cami was a few years older than Damien’s older sister, so he didn’t mind idea of sharing a house with the two women for a night.      Damien had followed Donna to her house to find that Cami was already there. Introductions were made, but then the discussion turned quickly to the weather. Over Cami’s objections that no, Mom, there was really plenty of food in the house, no need to venture out, Donna decided that a trip to the grocery store was necessary, and that Damien should accompany Cami, just to be safe.      Neither Cami nor Damien particularly minded having to spend time with each other, despite having just met. They were both outgoing enough that conversation wasn’t a problem. On the drive into town, Cami got to know the young man and his interests, and Damien asked about Cami’s experience in grad school and her current practice.      Now, however, both were feeling ever so slightly more tense. Cami knew the roads were getting worse and didn’t want to waste time. She was doing her best not to take out any of her anxiety on the innocent student.      Little did she know that Damien was working to suppress his own anxiety. He, too, was eager to get back to the house. His bladder was getting full, a sensation he really didn’t enjoy. Realistically, he could have used the restroom in the store, but it wasn’t an emergency, and he’d rather help Cami out with the shopping to speed things along.      By the time they wound their way through the crowds and made it to the registers, the lines were all a half-dozen people deep. Damien drew in an unexpectedly harsh breath, but thankfully, Cami didn’t hear him.      He knew he could just go. He could run to the bathroom and be back before Cami even reached the register. But the anxiety was already making him illogical, and he chose to stay where he was.      “I suppose we’re part of the problem!” Cami was saying. “We’re being the kind of people who act like they’ve never seen snow before!”      Damien managed a grin. The line was moving at a decent pace – at least the checkout employees were prepared for snow, apparently – and he knew he could make it back to the house.      It took another 15 minutes, but eventually, Damien and Cami headed toward the exit, bags in hand. As they reached the door, however, Cami groaned.      The storm had hit. Fat, heavy snowflakes coated the air, sticking to everything they touched. The cars in the parking lot already had a layer of snow, and the roads were no longer black but gray, lined with tire tracks in the rising snow.      “Uuuuuuugh,” Cami moaned as they trudged across the parking lot to her car. “Mom better have wine waiting for me when we get back.”     Damien gave a half-laugh. “We’ll be back, soon, though,” he said, more a question than a reassurance.      “Ehhhh,” Cami shrugged, closing the trunk after putting in the last bag. “With the snow falling like this, the highway probably isn’t going to be much better. I’m guessing it’ll take us at least twice as long to get back.”      Damien’s face fell, but Cami didn’t see as she slid into the driver’s seat. “Aaaaand, we have to stop for gas,” she sighed, seeing the illuminated signal on the dashboard.      Cami pulled across the parking lot to the adjacent gas station. Damien looked around, but the station building was no more than a single-person kiosk. There was no public bathroom that he could use while Cami filled the car.      His mind started slipping. He hadn’t had to go that badly, but nerves made his situation so much worse. Well, nerves and other things…     Filling the car only took a few minutes, and Damien tried to use his last vestiges of rational thought to convince himself that he could make it through the drive home. But when Cami finally made it on to the highway, those last vestiges evaporated.      Traffic had been slow enough in town as cars tried to avoid skidding through intersections, but on the highway, away from the buildings and signs, the view was almost entirely white. Snow swirled around the car, which Cami had moving at barely 30 miles an hour.      Damien did some quick math in his head. At this rate, it would take them nearly an hour to get back to Donna’s house. He unconsciously turned toward the window, trying to hide his growing panic from Cami.      Cami kept the radio off, focusing on the road. Although it was still daylight, visibility was terrible, and she and the other drivers kept their lights on. She drove for about 20 minutes in silence, going barely 10 miles. She knew the atmosphere in the car was tense, but she didn’t want to waste any energy trying to make conversation. Besides, Damien seemed to be OK with the silence.     Until he wasn’t.      At an undetermined point on the highway, Cami became aware of uneven breathing from the boy next to her. He was almost whimpering, his breaths sharp and shaky.      Cami risked a quick glance sideways, but couldn’t determine anything, other than the fact that Damien was almost entirely turned toward the window.      “Damien?” she asked cautiously. “You doing OK?”      Out of the corner of her eye, Cami saw Damien press back into the seat. When he answered, his voice was…different. Nervous, definitely, but more…robotic, almost.      “I need to go to the bathroom,” he said dully. “Please.”      “Oh!” Cami couldn’t hold back her shock. Damien hadn’t said anything before, and even driving slow, he should be able to make it back to the house, right?      “That’s OK,” she said, keeping her eyes on the road. “We’ll be back to the house soon enough.”      She wasn’t sure what else to say. The only other exit between here and the one for Donna’s house was residential, so it wouldn’t have any public bathrooms to use, and it wasn’t like she could pull off the side of the road in a blizzard. Surely Damien knew that.      Somewhere in the back of his mind, Damien did know that. But Damien wasn’t really thinking logically. He wasn’t thinking much at all. His movements were twitchy and uncontrolled, and after another 10 minutes, he let out a whine and shoved his hand between his legs.      “Damien?” Cami asked again, more worried this time. “Are you OK?”      “I don’t know if I can hold it,” Damien respond in the same flat voice. It was as if he was reading from a script, responding in a way that most college students wouldn’t.      Looking down at the speedometer, Cami pressed her lips together. She really wasn’t comfortable going any faster.      “You’ll be OK,” she said. “You can make it.”      “I don’t know if I can.” Damien’s voice had a small tremor now. “I don’t want to have an accident.”      Cami was truly bewildered now. He sounded childlike, or like an adult’s impression of a child. She risked another glance to the right – Damien’s legs were twisted tightly, hands buried between his thighs. He certainly looked like he badly needed the bathroom, but Cami couldn’t imagine a nearly grown man not being able to hold it for another 20 minutes or so.      Cami kept driving. She was going as fast as she thought was safe, which wasn’t very fast at all.      A few miles from their exit, Cami hard a small whine and then a hiss of breath as Damien sucked in air forcefully between his teeth. She didn’t know what talking would do at this point, but she still felt the need to ask.      “Damien? How you doing over there?”      “I-“ Damien’s voice was definitely shaking now. “I just peed a little bit in my pants.”     “You’re OK,” Cami replied, automatically. She’d softened her own voice, as if she were talking to someone much younger than Damien. She didn’t want him to feel bad, but she also definitely didn’t want to have to clean pee out of her car.      “We’re almost there,” she promised, which, while geographically correct, wasn’t quite temporally accurate. “Look, there’s our exit. Just another 10 minutes. You can do it.”      A plaintive sniffle was all she got in response. She pulled off the highway, and peeked over at her passenger while stopped at the top of the exit ramp.      Every muscle in Damien’s body seemed tensed. He was bouncing arrhythmically in the seat, seemingly not in control of his own body.      As Cami turned, Damien felt the wetness of his underwear pressed against his skin. As tightly as he squeezed, he couldn’t make himself feel in control. Jeans weren’t the best for holding yourself, and he leaked again.      “I…” he stammered, as if the words were being pulled out of him by force. “I had an accident again. M-my pants are wet.”      “Honey, we’re so close,” Cami pleaded, abandoning all pretense of social correctness. The boy was in pain, and she wanted to comfort him. “Just hang on a few more minutes, OK?”      “I’m…trying,” Damien answer, voice strained but still emotionless. “I’m trying not to pee my pants.”      Oddly, but thankfully, the road to Donna’s house was clearer than the highway. A plow must’ve just been by. Cami took advantage of the comparatively good conditions to speed up a little. She made one final turn, the only sound in the car Damien’s hitched, desperate breathing.      “There’s a bathroom in the basement,” Cami informed him. “Just off the garage. You can go in there.”      “I’m going,” Damien squeaked, and Cami wasn’t even sure he’d heard her. “I’m having an accident and I can’t make it stop.”      Cami hit the garage door button as she turned into her mom’s driveway. “Just one more minute, Damien, we’re here!”      Pulling into the garage, Cami stopped as fast as she could. Damien was already unbuckled and fumbling with the door. He kept a hand pressed between his legs as he stumbled into the house.       Cami puffed out her cheeks and sighed. She checked the passenger seat and didn’t see any wetness. She took that as a good sign and hoped that Damien was able to make it to the bathroom.      Stretching out of the car, Cami gathered a few of the bags from the trunk. In the basement, the bathroom door was shut, so at least Damien had made it that far. She headed up the stairs, ready to confront her mom with some very important questions.     In the bathroom, Damien had slammed the door behind him, but the sight of the toilet had been too much. As soon as he set foot on the tile, his bladder relinquished its tenuous hold, spilling urine around his tight grip.      Twisting his legs together and bending forward at the waist, Damien scrabbled at his fly, but it was drenched in pee and his fingers kept slipping off. Heat coursed down his shaking legs, soaking into his shoes and socks.      Damien felt lightheaded. He swayed on the spot, but didn’t fall. Several voices babbled in his head.     I’m peeing in my pants…Did you have an accident?...Did you have to go potty?...I couldn’t hold it, sir…What kind of freshman can’t stop himself from wetting his pants?     A pale puddle expanded around Damien’s feet, soaking into the bath mat. His head spun as he looked down at the streaks of pee still snaking down his jeans. He felt the stream of urine expelling from his bladder through his saturated boxers.      He was whining softly, aimlessly. He had a huge accident all over his professor’s bathroom. He didn’t know what to do.      Meanwhile, Cami had made a second trip down to the car to get the remaining groceries. She saw the bathroom door was still shut, but she knew that Damien had gotten his pants a little wet in the car, so she figured he didn’t want to come out just yet.      Upstairs, Donna had come to the kitchen and was starting to put things away. “Hey, sweetie! How bad were the roads? Where’s Damien?”     Cami set the bags on the counter and fixed her mother with a pointed stare. “Soooo…is there anything you know about Damien that you want to tell me?”      Donna drew her head back, astonished. “Nothing that fits with the tone you’re asking me in!” she answered honestly. “What happened? Where is he? Is he OK?”      Cami cringed. “He’s not hurt…” she equivocated. “But on the drive back – which took forever, by the way, I can’t believe you made me go out in this – he started acting really weird. He had to go to the bathroom, and apparently, he had to go really bad.”      “Poor kid,” Donna sighed, definitely not understanding the full extent of the issue. “That must’ve been embarrassing.”      “No, Mom,” Cami insisted, “it was way more than that. He was…I don’t know, narrating or something. Any other college kid would try to play it cool or laugh it off or not say anything at all, but Damien…he was describing what was happening and how he was wetting himself.”      “He wet himself?!” Donna exclaimed.      “Yes,” Cami rolled her eyes. Donna wasn’t a psychologist – she wasn’t focusing on what Cami thought was the important part. “And he’s still in the bathroom downstairs.”      Donna frowned. “I’ll go get his bag. Poor kid. Thank God no one else is going to be here until tomorrow.”      Donna was a great mom, Cami thought, and of course she’d take care of Damien, but Cami could tell – this was more than just an unfortunate accident.      When Donna came back with Damien’s things, Cami followed her downstairs. Donna knocked gently on the bathroom door.      “Damien?” she called. “I have your things out here, in case you need them.”      There was a pause, and then the door opened slowly. Cami held back a gasp.     The 20-year-old in front of her bore scant resemblance to the cheerful young man she’d met just hours ago. His eyes were red-rimmed and tear-filled, and there was nary a dry spot on the front of his jeans.     Damien tugged unconsciously at the bottom of his hoodie, pulling it downward. Not that covering his crotch could do anything to distract from the drenched stretches of fabric all down both of his legs.      “I…” his eyes were glassy and his voice, though definitely scratchy, had the same blank quality that Cami had heard in the car.      “I didn’t make it,” Damien said, blinking. “I…I had to go so bad and I c-couldn’t get my pants undone in time and I h-had an accident on the f-floor.”      Donna tilted her head sympathetically. Cami definitely felt the same, but she kept her body language neutral.      “It’s OK, Damien,” Cami said softly. “It was a long ride back, and you tried really hard.”      Damien flinched and looked down at the ground. Making a mental note of the boy’s reaction, Cami decided that now wasn’t the time for excessive comfort or encouragement.      “We brought your bag, Damien,” Donna cut in, holding out the duffle bag. “You can get cleaned up and changed. There are clean towels on the rack in there.”      Damien looked up just enough to take the bag. “Thank you,” he mumbled. He paused for a second, then turned and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.      Both women stood silently for a moment before Donna let out a very low whistle.      “Woooooooow.” She turned back toward the stairs, and Cami followed. “I don’t know what I expected when you told me the kid had an accident, but that wasn’t it.”      Her words weren’t judgmental – just stunned. Cami understood completely. It wasn’t even that Damien had apparently lost all control in the bathroom; it was the continued blankness in his voice, like he was being compelled. There was still emotion there – the unconscious attempt to cover his wet pants, the shaking voice – but the way he spoke throughout the whole ordeal indicated…something.     “Can you do anything?” Donna asked as they reached the top of the stairs.     Cami pressed her lips together. “You know I can’t force anything on him.”     “I know, I know,” Donna waved her hand, mildly irritated at her implied lack of understanding. “But can you do anything?”      “I’ll try.” Cami shrugged. Damien certainly needed some sort of care, and she had plenty of experience working with teens and young adults in her practice, but if Damien kept up this robotic narration, then there just wasn’t a lot she could do.      Downstairs in the bathroom, Damien stared blearily down at the giant puddle. He heard himself whine softly and realized that his lower lip was trembling. He could barely think, but he knew that he had to clean up. Himself and the bathroom.      In a fog, Damien reached for a towel. He dropped it into his mess on the floor, then started to strip off his wet pants. Several drops of urine squelched from the denim with the movement, spattering noisily onto the tile and making him cringe. Every part of him felt dirty – his hands, his feet, certainly his legs and crotch…     The towel was sufficiently sopping by the time it absorbed his accident. Damien looked dazedly around the bathroom before deciding just to heap all the wet clothes in the corner. He finally turned on the shower.      Upstairs, Cami listened for the sound of the shower while she finished putting away the groceries. She ran through Damien’s behavior in her mind, trying to decide what she would say to him if given the chance.      The shower ran for about 15 minutes. Donna had retreated to her study to grade papers, feeling it was best not to overwhelm Damien. Cami set herself up at the island in the kitchen, working on her computer.      After a few more minutes, Damien stepped into the kitchen, hair wet and duffle bag in his hand. Cami didn’t look up at first, not wanting to make him feel trapped, but when he stopped at the side of the island, she raised her eyes.      Damien’s eyes were no longer blank, and his skin had regained some color, but the blankness in his face was replaced with complete shame.      “I…” Even his voice was back to normal, though quiet. “I think I should leave.”      Cami gazed at the young man, even though he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were down, seemingly fixed on the countertop. She took a breath before responding.      “If you want to go, of course you can,” she said. “But please know that you’re welcome to stay.” Damien still couldn’t look at her, so she put every ounce of honesty she could into her voice.      “Damien, no one here is mad at you or judging you for what happened. It’s not your fault. We won’t tell anyone, and we don’t have to talk about it ever again if you don’t want to.”      Damien inhaled shakily and grabbed his left arm, wrapping himself in a half hug.      “If you do want to leave,” Cami pleaded, “at least wait until the roads are a bit better. I’d really rather you didn’t drive in the snow, and I know Mom wouldn’t like it either.”      Damien looked out the window, where fat flakes were still falling copiously. His shoulders fell – Cami was right. As much as he wanted to escape, trying to drive anywhere right now was a terrible idea. Besides, he didn’t actually have any place to stay. He’d only thought as far as getting out of the house.      Cami was still looking at Damien; he could feel her gaze, but he couldn’t meet it just yet. “I…I put the…things…in the washing machine,” he explained, just for the sake of having something to say. “I hope that’s OK.”      “Of course.” Cami smiled encouragingly.      Damien didn’t respond, but he also didn’t move.      “Damien, can I get you something? A snack, or some hot chocolate?” Cami offered. “We weren’t gonna have a big dinner with just the three of us, but-“      “I’m sorry.”      Cami stopped at the quiet interruption. Damien’s voice was stretched and raw, and his eyebrows were drawn together. He looked like he wanted to say more, but he struggled to compose himself.      “Damien…” Cami reached her hand across the island. “You have nothing to apologize for. I promise it’s OK.”     Damien shook his head and finally looked up. To Cami’s surprise, he smiled sadly.      “It’s not,” he said, shrugging. “I know it’s not, and-“ He raised his voice slightly, preempting any argument from Cami. “-I want…you deserve an explanation.”      Ever the professional, Cami kept the pity she felt out of her face. She respected Damien enough that she didn’t bother telling him that he didn’t owe her anything.      Shifting from foot to foot, Damien pulled out one of the bar stools and pressed himself up onto it, letting his duffle bag drop to the ground. He fidgeted a bit, trying to get comfortable in a decidedly uncomfortable situation. For her part, Cami kept quiet.     “Donna told you I’m a transfer student?” he began, and Cami nodded. “I started at…another school as a freshman.”      He clasped his hands together on the counter, steeling himself. “I didn’t know a lot about college, I guess. I just wanted to have fun and do well and make friends. So I decided to rush a fraternity.”     Cami felt her chest tighten. Even if she hadn’t witnessed the young man have an accident, she knew enough to know that this wasn’t going to be a pleasant story.      “For this place-“ Damien seemed determined not to give any identifying details. “-they would assign each new guy to an active brother. There was group stuff, too, but basically each brother who wanted it would get one or two recruits that were…well, he could do what he wanted with them.”     Damien was winding his fingers together, intertwining his joints. “The guy I was assigned to…he…I didn’t get it at first. He had me and this other recruit kneel for a long time, which was pretty standard, I guess, but then he…he kept giving us water. I thought it was weird that he wasn’t giving us booze, but then I figured maybe they were being more careful not to get freshman drunk so they wouldn’t get in trouble.     “It was the other guy first. He started kind of wiggling and stuff, even though we both knew we weren’t allowed to talk, but the brother…he was, I don’t know, watching for it, I guess. So he said ‘What’s wrong, recruit?’ and the other guy said that he had to pee, and the brother just told him to hold it.”     Shuddering at the memory, Damien took in a deep breath. “I just…I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know people could just be like that. I thought for sure that he’d let us go to the bathroom, but he didn’t. And I know…”     Damian hunched he shoulders, ashamed. “I know the other guy and I, we could have just, like, stopped, or got up and walked out, because there were two of us and only one of him, but…we just didn’t know. We thought this was normal, and we didn’t know each other at all, so we didn’t know what each other would do.”      Cami had heard it all before, of course. Almost everyone who had ever been abused blamed themselves for not doing more to get out of the situation. She opened her mouth to tell Damien this, but his story wasn’t over.      “So the other guy finally peed himself, and then the brother kept us there until I…I had an accident, too. I thought maybe I’d get…maybe he’d be proud of me or something, I don’t know, if I held it longer, but it didn’t seem to matter. And then I thought that, OK, he made us both pee our pants, we’ll move on to the next thing, but we just…that was it.”      A tear slipped down Damien’s cheek, but he didn’t seem to notice. “We had a whole week. Every free minute we had was supposed to be with our assigned brother, and all weekend. So that’s all we did. He would just make us drink a whole bunch and not let us use the bathroom. And he…it wasn’t just peeing ourselves. He wanted…he wanted us to talk about it. So he’d ask ‘What’s wrong?’ or ‘Do you need something, recruit?’ and we’d have to say that we had to pee or that we were going or stuff like that. If we didn’t answer or if we said something he didn’t like, he’d use the wooden paddle on us. So we had to…describe…everything.”      Cami didn’t say anything, but she pulled a tissue out of her purse and passed it across the counter. Damien sniffled and wiped his nose.      “We tried so many things.” Damien’s voice was like gelatin, thick and shaking. “And we never knew what he was going to do. Sometimes, we’d ask to go to the bathroom, and he would let us, but then he’d block the toilet and wouldn’t let us use it. Sometimes he’d act real mad that we had an accident, calling us babies saying that he could never let recruits in the fraternity who couldn’t keep their pants dry. But then sometimes…”     Damien crumpled up the tissue and swiped at both of his eyes, but he was crying freely now. “Sometimes, he’d, like, comfort us, and say it was OK and we tried really hard to hold it, and he wasn’t gonna get mad as us for having a l-little a-a-accident.”     Cami’s jaw was clenched so hard, she thought she’d crack a tooth. This was the Stanford Prison Experiment on steroids. This was the height of sadism. Although it definitely explained Damien’s odd narration earlier, it hurt to hear what he’d been put through.     “At first, I just thought it was weird,” Damien continued, “but after a few days, I was so tired and sore and embarrassed that I started to cry, and then I couldn’t stop, and this other guy and me, we were just so tired and we never knew what to expect.”     Drawing in a raggedy breath, Damien shrugged again, brushing off the hard part of the story. “I didn’t pledge, obviously. I don’t think the other guy did, either, but I don’t know. I barely made it through the semester. I was just hazy and off and confused. My GPA tanked, so I dropped out. I did online classes in the summer and fall before transferring here last year.”      Damien finally looked up. His eyes were red and glistening, but the tears had stopped falling for now. “I really am sorry about today. I’m sorry I was weird and just kept saying weird stuff. I…I couldn’t stop myself. It’s like I knew it wasn’t the same and I wasn’t back in the frat house, but I didn’t know, because it was the first time since…”     He trailed off and sniffed again, lowering his head. Cami gave him a moment before she decided it was her turn to speak.      “I’m so sorry he did that to you,” she said simply. “No one deserves that kind of treatment.”      Damien nodded in acknowledgement.      “Damien, please believe me when I say you have nothing to be sorry for. You didn’t do anything that was hurtful or on purpose, and Mom – Donna – and I just want to make sure you’re OK.”      Picking distractedly at his nails, Damien nodded earnestly. “I’m fine,” he promised. “I went to therapy and stuff, and I know all that, and it helps. I’m just…” He paused, lip trembling again. “I’ve been really careful since then, so I wouldn’t have to feel like I…like I was gonna wet my pants, so then today was just…”     He hesitated before glancing up at Cami. “I was scared,” he admitted. “It’s not like I think you or Donna are gonna be mean to me, but I didn’t know, and it’s not like it’s OK to have an accident in a stranger’s car, anyway.”     “Damien, I know you don’t know me,” Cami acknowledged, “and I know that just trusting that everything is going to be OK probably isn’t going to happen. But I promise you that you’re safe here, and Mom and I will do whatever we can to take care of you.”      Damien’s mouth curled upwards, almost imperceptibly, but then he frowned. “If…” His voice caught, and his face flushed. “It’s still OK if I say here?”      “Of course,” Cami assured him.      “Then…” Damien gripped his hands together. “I might…”     He looked up, embarrassed, but Cami’s face was open and encouraging.      “When…that week at the frat house,” Damien murmured quickly, “I…I started having problems for awhile, and it stopped, but after today, I don’t know…”     He took a deep breath, trying to loosen the tight feeling in his chest.      “Imightwetthebed,” he mumbled, then glanced up again, trying to read Cami’s face at this last admission.      Cami felt her heart constrict with overwhelming sympathy, but she just smiled gently. “That’s not a problem, Damien,” she promised. “If it happens, it happens. We can help you clean up.”      Damien let out a deep sigh, his whole body sinking in relief. “Thanks, Cami.”      He straightened his shoulders, looking exhausted. He rose off the bar stool and bent down to grab his duffle bag. “I think I’m gonna go to my room, then.”      Cami smiled and reopened her laptop. “Sounds good. We’ll call you when it’s time for dinner.”      Nodding, Damien smiled a bit sheepishly and walked out.      Cami inhaled deeply and gazed out the window. The snow had tapered off a bit, unlikely to do any more damage today.  Edited December 10, 2018 by Sapphire3619 (see edit history)
Not my story; I saw it here: https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/17631.html I was out with my friends at the big carnival and was having a great time with all of the food and drink that you could possibly want. Unfortunately I took a little bit too much of the drink. "Wow I really have to pee!" I said as I crossed my legs and began jumping up and down. "Where's the ladies room?" "The ladies room?" Mike asked as he looked at me like I was crazy. "You mean like a brothel?" "No I mean the women's bathroom!" I said as I continued dancing in place. "A bathroom for women? What a crazy idea!" "This isn't funny Mike, I really really have to pee! Please tell me where the female toilets are." He began laughing. "Wow I have no idea what you are talking about, you sound like a real radical. Toilets for women." Mike started walking away laughing. I started to run around looking for the bathrooms but I didn't see any. "Excuse me but do you know where the ladies room is as I have to go to the bathroom very very badly," I said as I tapped a woman on the shoulder who gave me a baffled look. "Why are you looking at me like that?" "A ladies room?" she said as she scratched her head. "What exactly is that?" "A place to go to the bathroom. You know the women's restroom, the toilet." Suddenly her eyes lit up. "Oh you mean a men's room!" "No, a ladies room! A place where women can go to relieve themselves. Do you speak English?" "I speak English perfectly fine, you are just not making any sense. Let me ask my friend. Gloria, this woman is asking about a ladies room?" Gloria laughed. "What the hell is that?" The other woman shook her head. "She said it's a bathroom for women." Gloria just shook her head. "You mean a men's room?" "No I mean a ladies room!" I shouted as I crossed my legs even tighter and bobbed up and down. "Hasn't anyone here heard of a ladies room? You know a place where women can go to pee?" "You mean like a home bathroom?" Gloria asked. "No I mean like a public restroom for women." Gloria looked at me like I had broken the 10 Commandments. "Women using the restroom in a public situation, how horrible!" "Well what would you do if you had to pee when you are away from home?" Gloria laughed. "Well I would hold it of course." That was when I noticed the Gloria was noticeably shaking her leg. I also noticed that the other woman with her seemed to be crossing her legs subtly. In fact I started looking around at all of the women who looked decidedly uncomfortable and some were holding themselves. "What the hell is going on here?" I said as I wandered away from these women. Somebody had to know where there was a ladies room around here. I went up to another woman who looked noticeably uncomfortable and tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me but you know where the restrooms are?" She scratched her head for a moment and then nodded. "But why do you ask? Does your boyfriend or your brother or your husband need to go to the bathroom?" I pointed to myself as I continued jogging in place. "No I need to go to the bathroom and quite badly. My bladder is about to explode here and I desperately need a restroom." "A restroom for women, wow wouldn't that be a radical idea?" She started looking up at the sky. "But that's crazy, women going to the bathroom in public, that's just blatantly obscene." "What would you do if you have to go to the bathroom really really really bad?" "I go to the bathroom at home." "But what if you are not home and you are very far away from home for hours and hours at a time?" "Well I hold it of course." "But what if you are going out of your mind because you feel that your bladder is about to explode?" "Then I hold on really tightly, like I am right now." That was when I noticed that she had her legs tightly crossed much like I did. "But what if I don't want to wait until I get home?" The woman simply laughed. "Well I'm sure most of us don't want to wait until we get home but there isn't much other option is there?" "Yes there is, to use the ladies room!" "A bathroom for women in public, wow, again a lovely idea but it will never happen in a million years. If I were you I would just not drink so much and get home quickly." "But it's about an hour walk to my home!" "Wow you had better get walking then!" Growing frustrated with this woman I just waved my hands at her and started walking around the fairgrounds looking for a bathroom. Finally I saw a sign that said restrooms and followed it only to find a large number of urinals and nothing else. The sight of all those men relieving themselves at the urinals made me pretty much ready to scream. If I was going to get any relief I would have to probably leave the carnival grounds. It was obvious everyone here was completely insane. I ran down to the nearest McDonald's and ran in. "Where are your bathrooms?" I asked the cashier who was shifting from leg to leg. "Why do you have a boyfriend or a brother or something who needs to use the restroom?" she said as she pointed over there. "The men's room is over there, so you can tell them that that is where it is." "Screw this," I said as I hobbled over to the men's room and walked inside. "Hey you can't be in here," said a guy at the urinal. "Watch me!" I said as I marched towards the stall and pounded on the door. "Open up, I really have to go!" "What is a woman doing in the bathroom?!" I heard a male voice shout. "Someone get security!" I stood there dancing in place and impatiently waiting for the stall to open but then a security guard came in tapping his baton against his hand. "Excuse me miss but what are you doing in the restroom?" he said. "I have to pee!" "That is what your bathroom at home is for." "My house is an hour away from here!" "Well then you should have planned for that." "Sorry I was planning on using the ladies room!" "What the hell is a ladies room? Are you talking about a brothel? Are you a hooker?" "Jesus freaking Christ!" I shouted as I was ready to tear my hair out. Finally the stall door opened but before I could go inside I felt the security guard dragging me out of the bathroom. "We have an infraction here, some crazy woman was trying to use a restroom. Yes, outside of her own home. She claimed she had to pee. I know she's supposed to hold it, I thought everyone knew that. She was going on about some crazy nonsense about a ladies room. I think it might be a euphemism for brothel. I'm going to have to take her in on suspicion of prostitution." I tried to fight the security guard and began screaming only to find myself back in my college dormitory. I looked around and saw that my room looked exactly as I remembered it. "Oh thank God it was only a dream, more like a nightmare," I said. "That makes sense." Then I suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure in my bladder. "But man that dream sure made me have to pee for real!" I started walking down the hallway. Suddenly I couldn't remember where the ladies room was. "Do you know where the ladies room is?" I asked a woman walking down the hall. She looked baffled. "The ladies room?" "No, it can't be, it was just a dream." "Oh I remember now, it's right down the hallway if you take your first right," she said as she pointed down the hallway. "Thank you!" I said as I bolted down the hallway turned around right and was confronted with the ladies room and had never been so happy to see it, nor more disappointed when I looked down and saw the big out of order sign on the door. I took a deep breath and I let out one loud ear piercing scream and then started walking down the hallway looking for the nearest men's room, and I could only hope that this time no one would think I was a hooker.
Sorry about the delay, folks. Between work and winter... well, I won't bother whingeing. I finished this today: the latest from Meagan & Parker "Season 3" (entitled "Housemates" this time around).  The season so far:  Road Trip The Trouble With Housemates And with no further ado...  ------------------------------------------------------------- Parker woke up and immediately regretted it. His whole body was one giant ache, and he was still pretty tired. The previous day, he and Meagan and a few others from the team had gone to a tournament and played four back-to-back games “savage”: no substitutes. They’d played every minute of every one of those four games. They’d even lost someone to injury in the last game, but fortunately the other team had been willing to drop down to six players as well. Perhaps as a result of their general exhaustion, they’d lost three out of four games. They’d gone home a little proud of playing four savage games—and a lot sore. Sore physically because of the hours of playing, sore mentally because of the losses. Parker lay awake for a minute, listening to the rain drumming on their windows. The remnants of a hurricane had made it all the way up to their state, and were blowing out as gusty rain and the occasional thunderclap. They’d closed the windows most of the way, but the wind was still blowing the occasional drops straight through the screen. With the windows closed all the way, however, the room had quickly become unbearably hot. So they had them open a bit, and thus the storm sounded like it was right outside their window. The fact that the rain wasn’t making him need to pee told Parker he was still dehydrated from the day before. He took a drink from his water bottle, cuddled up to Meagan, and tried to go back to sleep. It didn’t work, so he spent some time appreciating the body of his bedmate. She was in shorts and nothing else—too hot for anything more, she said—and had kicked the sheets off in the night. So he watched her bare breasts rise and fall with her breath. The next thing he knew, she was getting out of bed. He must have dropped off for a while. Meagan grumbled for a moment, then fished a tank top up off the floor and pulled it on. When her feet hit the floor she gasped in pain. “What’s wrong?” he asked—or tried to. It came out a little garbled. She understood him anyway. “Blisters,” she said. “And general achy-ness.” She took another step and hissed. “Why are you getting up, then?” “Bathroom.” “Just hold it.” “Wrong kind. Sorry to disappoint.” “Ah, okay.” A few minutes later she limped back into the room. He watched her coming with tired pleasure, since her tank top wasn’t really adequate all by itself; her breasts seemed slightly at risk of falling out, and her nipples were definitely poking through, and her limping caused jiggling which caused a little lackadaisical stiffening in Parker’s groin. She stripped the shirt off and collapsed onto the bed with a sigh of great relief. “I really don’t wanna get out of bed at all today,” she said. “Do you have to?” Parker asked. “I should, I suppose. At least for meals.” “Breakfast in bed.” “Who’s gonna make it?” “I will.” “What about dinner?” “Dinner in bed could be a thing. We could make it be a thing.” “That sounds—heavenly, actually. But I’ll need to go to the bathroom now and again.” Parker flashed a tempter’s smile, a little undercut by the exhaustion still in his face: “Do you have to?” She rolled over, put a hand on her hip and rested her head on the other, and contemplated him with an amused look. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” “Just trying to soothe your aches and pains, love.” “You’d just replace them with a different ache.” “So? It’ll get your mind off of your blisters…” “I’m not holding it all day for you.” “You could pee into something,” he suggested. And then, in a moment of inspiration: “Nobody would hear, with all that wind and rain.” “True,” she said, looking mock-thoughtful. “Okay! If you can find me something to pee into, I’ll only get out of bed when I need to take a dump. Which I just did, so we should be fine for a while.” “Deal,” he said, and they shook on it. Then they made out on it. Parker cupped her butt in one hand and trailed fingers down her chest, but she shook her head. “Too tired for that yet,” she said. Eventually the makeouts trailed off into going back to sleep, but still cuddling. Parker woke up the third time with a full bladder and a rumble in his belly. He went off to deal with both. He scrambled up some eggs and popped some bread in the toaster, then carried up glasses of orange juice to their room while waiting on the toast. One of the nice things about living in the house was that OJ stayed put now and wasn’t routinely swiped from the dorm fridge. Meagan was thirsty and drained about half the glass before he even made it back out of the room, so he carried it down for a refill, then returned with everything, balancing it all carefully. “Oh, wow, love, I wasn’t sure you were totally serious about breakfast,” Meagan said, sitting up. “Of course,” Parker said, handing her one plate and sitting down with the other. “Just eat lots, I don’t have a plan for lunch.” “Not a problem.—And can I get more juice?” “You drank it all already?” “I’m thirsty. You got a problem with that?” He thought ahead and smiled. “Not really, no.” On this latest OJ trip, Parker also brought up something he’d fetched out of the recycle bin: a used-up peanut butter jar with a screwtop lid. He’d washed it thoroughly, feeling a little sneaky. “For later,” he said. “Not too much later at the rate I’m chugging this juice,” Meagan said. “Can’t you hold it a little?” Parker asked. He’d been admiring her eating breakfast while topless, and was feeling horny and impish. “Hmmmm. How about this: I’ll work up to it.” “I can live with that.” Some forty minutes later they had finished their breakfast-feast-in-bed, and Parker had washed up as well. The least he could do for his lover, he thought. He climbed back upstairs, every muscle groaning, but when he got into the room and closed the door, his weariness was chased out by excitement as Meagan held up the peanut butter jar. “Time to put this to good use, huh?” she said. “Some of that juice must have gone right through me.” She set the jar on the floor, and gingerly got out of bed. Between her blisters and her need to pee, she essentially danced out of her shorts, and squatted naked over the jar. Not sure of proper positioning, she held it up to her crotch, and let go. When she finished, she set the jar down—no more than a quarter full. The smell of yellow piss wafted through the room. “Either that’s orange from the juice, or I need to drink more water,” she said. She screwed the lid onto the jar, stood up, and handed him her empty water bottle. “Farm boy,” she said, “fetch me some water.” “As you wish,” he said—but he kissed her before he left. She put her shorts back on and got back in bed, sheet over her body as he opened the door. When he returned, she immediately pulled the sheet back off, and right after that, chugged about a third of her bottle. The occasion seemed right for a massage exchange. Although he usually tried to wrangle getting his last, this time Parker was more than happy to get his first—so she’d be lying face down as she filled up again. He lay with his head on his arms, totally blissed out, as Meagan worked over his sore muscles. And he never minded when she stopped, because she always took a quick swig of water from her bottle when she did. His shoulders and legs were much, much happier when Meagan finished up by draping herself across his back. He wriggled a bit in pleasure at feeling every inch of her along his body, especially legs on legs and breasts just below his shoulderblades. They snuggled pleasantly like this until it got too hot, and then it was Meagan’s turn—after she took another two big swallows of water. There was really nothing like feeling all his lover’s muscles. Parker started with her feet, working around her blisters, because he knew his hands wouldn’t be able to make a dent on her soles once they were a little tired. Then he worked his way up each of her calves and hamstrings. After all the running, this was the main event, so he worked gently but carefully. Both legs finished, he kept going up. It wasn’t as much fun massaging her butt as when she was naked, but he wasn’t about to argue. Then up her spine, step by step, to her shoulderblades—her shoulders—down each arm—and finally her neck. His hands were pretty tired by the end, but still loved it. As for Meagan’s reaction, she was downright purring when he was done—and then she fell asleep. She’ll wake up full, he thought. He grabbed his laptop and lay down beside her to wait. About forty minutes later, she stirred, rolled over, blinked. “What time is it?” she asked. “About 10:30.” “Morning or night?” she said. The room was pretty dark from the rain, so it was a reasonable question. “Night,” Parker said, wondering how long he could keep a straight face. The answer was “about twenty seconds,” and when she figured it out, she sleepily bopped him on the arm with a lazy fist. She might have been full, but she didn’t show any sign of it beyond rolling onto her side. She dozed for another little while before she rolled onto her back, arched her back, and stretched. This had a fascinating effect on her breasts. A moment later, not content with just looking, he reached out and stroked the side of one of her boobs. She smiled at him with sleepy eyes. “Hey,” she said. “Hey.” “So I gotta pee.” “Shall I get you the jar?” “In a bit,” she said. “Just lie with me for a while.” She stretched out her arms for a hug, and gathered him in. He rested his head on shoulder, which put her boobs right in front of his eyes. She caught him looking and cupped them in her hands, perking them up for his benefit. He circled her nipple with a finger until it stiffened up. She gave a tiny shiver and laid her hand over his. A moment later she drew his hand down her belly, slowly, until she rested it over another bulge in her body—a much smaller one, barely noticeable until it was pointed out. But with his hand directly over her bladder, he could feel the tight muscles. “Should I pee now?” she asked. “In a bit,” he said, matching her tone from a moment before. “’Kay.” After a minute or two, he began gently massaging her obliques and abs, which were also a little sore from the day before. She didn’t have a six-pack or the body of a Greek god, by any means; she was as curvy there as she was anywhere else. But her abs were mighty strong, and he loved feeling those muscles as much as any other. He worked his way down—and pushed gently on her bladder bulge. She immediately tensed up. “Okay, when you do that I’ve gotta go ten times worse,” she said. “Sorry.” “Why?” she said. “This is for you, isn’t it? Just don’t make me wet the bed, please. That’d be a pain in the ass and ruin our plans for the day.” “True.” “But can I pee now, please? Remembering that I said I’d work up to it?” “’Kay! But not just another squat over the jar, please.” “Mmmm. I’m so comfy and relaxed—or at least I was until you pushed down on me—I kinda don’t even wanna get out of bed this time, anyway.” “Shall I bring you the jar?” “Mmm—no. Not after what I just said about wetting the bed. But I’ll pee off the edge if you hold the jar for me.” “Isn’t it gonna go everywhere?” “A bit, yeah. Put a towel down first. My dirty one from my shower last night.” He quickly did as instructed. Meagan scooted to the side of the bed, legs dangling over and her hips resting on the edge of the mattress, the rest of her lying back as before. She spread her legs, and he held up the jar to her crotch. She propped herself up on her elbows to inspect the preparations, and then said, “Would you like to make me pee?” “Meaning—?” “Push down on my bladder, like you did before. But you can go a little harder this time. I won’t try to hold on.” “Got it. Yeah, I’d like that. But I’d like to push down while you are trying to hold, too.” “Later,” she said. “We’re still just getting started.” She lay back, head resting on her crossed arms. “I’m ready,” she said. “I won’t even be able to tell when you’re about to make me. I can’t see your hands.” Parker laid a gentle hand on her bulge and relished the feeling. He’d never made a girl pee before. He waited for a minute, savoring the potential power. His erection was hardening up in his shorts. “Hon? I really gotta go.” “I know,” he said playfully. “It’s all about the anticipation.” She laughed. “I’m anticipating it real bad, then!” “Mmmmhmmm!” He waited another few seconds, to build suspense, and then pushed down firmly. She jerked, and when her spasm was finished, she was peeing. It was good she’d told him to put a towel down, because it wasn’t just one straight stream—although there definitely was a central flow. She also sprayed a bit in all directions—including on his hand. He took it—he had to. If he jerked away her main stream would miss the jar. As usual her piss was big but brief. She grabbed him some tissues and helped him clean up a bit. Then she lay back again, legs dangling. “Whew, that was something,” she said. “When you pushed like that—I’m not sure I would have been able to hold on even if I’d been trying.” “Oh, I’ll bet you could have managed,” Parker said, and kissed her inner thigh. “I dunno, you pushed hard!” “You’re so good at this,” and he kissed a little further up that thigh. “You’d be able to.” “Maybe we’ll find out.” “Maybe so,” he said, and licked her lips. She shivered again, for a very different reason this time. He drew back, just for a second, and then spread her labia apart to lick a little deeper, just the way she liked it: gentle lower down, then building in pressure as his tongue came up below her clit and then over the top. Soon she was squeezing his head with her thighs and twining her fingers through his hair and sighing with delight. He kept at this, occasionally pausing and stroking her with a finger while he took a sip of water, until he felt her inner muscles beginning to quiver. He drew back. “Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Do you wanna come now or later?” he asked. “Don’t. Stop.” “I’ll take that as a ‘Now’…” She shuddered as he resumed his licking, and after just another minute or two, he heard her gasping and felt her inner muscles rippling with contractions. He kept going, but more gently, until she begged him to stop. “It feels amazing but I’m too sensitive,” she said. “Glad you liked it.” “You’re so good, lover,” she said, still panting. “Thank you.” “Well, I was in the area.” She laughed again, and stretched lazily, sexily, filled with the afterglow. He climbed onto the bed to lie down next to her. His hard-on bumped her leg, and she reached down to stroke him a little. “Want me to take care of this right now?” she said. “Mmmmm—no, actually. I think we can do better.” “Fuck yeah we can.” She rolled over and reached for her water bottle. As she took a drink, he fondled her curves, kissed her back between her shoulderblades. She rolled back over and kissed him. This led to more making out, paired with more drinking water on her part, until she said, “’Kay, I really should do some reading for class.” It only took five or six minutes to disentangle themselves after that. Although ostensibly working, Meagan stayed naked, and took a sip of water every time she turned a page. Parker did some reading too, but he kept getting distracted by her tiniest movements—was it a sign? was she feeling all that water already?—and so he didn’t get very far. But of course, this was Meagan, so after peeing it took her hours to even get close. Round about 2:30, there was a knock at the door. Suddenly aware of her nakedness, Meagan dived off the bed to grab her shorts, and to hide while she put them on. Parker went to answer the door and didn’t open it very far. It was Dacy. “Just checking on you two,” she said. “I was worried when you didn’t come down for lunch. I figured you were fuckin’, but—all day?” “Oh, we’re just having a lazy Sunday,” Parker said casually, clamping down on the crazy urge to say, Well, we’re doing sexy stuff all day, at least, for a given definition of sexy… “I just needed proof of life,” she said, trying to peer past him. “You okay, hon?” “Hey, Dace, you can come in,” Meagan said. Parker stood aside and looked back at his lover to check if she was fully clothed yet. As she was only just finding a t-shirt at that moment and hadn’t yet put it on, he wondered if he should have done those two things in the other order—but Meagan had said it was okay, and besides, they’d been roommates for two years. They’d probably seen each other naked constantly. “There you are. Also we’re gonna play some board games downstairs. Wanna come?” “Give us a minute?” “Sure. We’ll be in the dining room.”      With Dacy safely out of the way, Meagan stepped up to Parker and laid her arms across his shoulders, pulling him close for another lingering kiss. Then she whispered in his ear, “So I gotta go. How do you wanna do this? Games could take a while.” “It would be kinda sexy to have you holding with everyone around, not knowing,” he replied, just as quietly. “Yeah, but I don’t think I wanna interrupt in the middle to run off and pee, or run off and have sex. Can I propose an alternative?” “Sure.” “Let me go now, and that’s the last time until we have sex—after dinner. I’ll still probably end up holding it around the housemates.” “Sounds good—if you finish your water bottle before we go downstairs.” “Deal.” Parker’s board-game experience hadn’t gone much farther than a few rounds of Settlers of Catan, but Zach and Cara had a much more extensive collection than that. Since every game was unfamiliar to him, Parker promptly appointed himself Meagan’s teammate/assistant, which freed up a lot of his attention. He knew the majority of it would be elsewhere soon. Meagan was very focused on the game, however, and despite steady sipping, she showed no signs of need. Still, Parker felt sure she was going to get very desperate later in the evening, since she was dutifully plowing through her newly-refilled water bottle. “You’re being so good, drinking all that water,” Zephyr said. “I got a little dehydrated yesterday,” Meagan said, without batting an eye. With a lot of players, and a fair number of first-time players, the first game took about an hour and a half. Meagan finished a distant fourth and immediately demanded a rematch. The winner (Zach) agreed, but suggested that they postpone it until later, so as not to bore the rest of the group. They switched to a crazy Western-themed card game (gunslingers and sheriffs and so on) and played a quick round. Since the mechanics weren’t too complex, Parker jumped in for the second round. But his concentration was thrown off a little when Meagan whispered in his ear, “So the answer to your question is ‘yes’—just for your benefit.” During the second round of the game, the beer came out, and Meagan had one in addition to her water. Since one of the cards in the game was literally “Beer,” they house-ruled that every time one of them played that card, they had to take a drink of their actual beverage. Meagan knocked back plenty, but hadn’t quite finished either her bottle or her beer when she was knocked out of the game. Quickly bored, she said, “You know what we need?” “What?” “Nachos!” And she went off to make some. Parker had a clear view as his lover danced around the kitchen. Was she just enjoying the music Trav was playing? Was she just showing off for him? Or was she really desperate already? He suspected it was a little bit of all three. The nachos went fast and only whetted people’s appetite. So someone put in a call for pizza (it was maybe a little early for dinner, only 5:30, but when it’s pizza, who cares?) and they played another round of the Western game while they waited for the delivery. Meagan and Parker were together on a team, finally, and won—even though Parker had been knocked out early on, Meagan triumphed for them both—and to celebrate their triumph, Meagan cracked open a second beer. Then the pizza arrived and game-playing was put on hold for a while. After the pizza, most people wanted to switch over to watching TV, but Meagan pointed at Zach and said, “We have unfinished business, you and I.” As Zach set up the rematch game, Meagan gave Parker’s arm a squeeze to hint that the two of them had unfinished business as well. Parker pretended to watch the show on the TV, but his attention was entirely on the show in the other room. Meagan was definitely needing to go now; she’d gone to lockdown. Also she was standing, not sitting, and occasionally moving around a bit more than the game really required. It was apparently a very different game with just two players, and while Zach was clearly gaining the upper hand, Meagan was giving him a real run for his money. Parker came over frequently to “check on the game,” but really to express his appreciation for Meagan with a caress or a kiss. As the show-watching progressed into a third episode, Meagan was fighting for her life—at least in the game. She was fidgeting a little, but no more than that. Still, Parker knew that a fidget from Meagan was as good as a pee-dance from some weaker woman. (Zephyr, say.) And after two beers and all that water, it was only to be expected. Meagan’s game-play became increasingly desperate, and Zach seized the advantage. Parker moved behind Meagan to hug her “in a show of support”—but really so she could feel his hard-on up against her butt, and so he could hide that hard-on from any onlookers. “I really don’t see a way you can win this,” Zach said. “Probably not, but let’s play it out,” Meagan said. Parker squeezed her shoulder—the closest he could come to showing his utter delight. It took another ten minutes to wrap up, and then finally Meagan shook Zach’s hand and thanked him for a game well-won. “Want to play something else?” Zach said. “The night’s young.” “Yeah, but I’m a little tired,” Meagan said. “And I’ve got class in the morning.” She turned to Parker. “Coming?” “Sure,” he replied, casually, as if it didn’t really matter. But their eyes met. Hers were dancing—with a faint undercurrent of strain. Parker followed her upstairs—he grabbed every opportunity he could find to walk behind her and admire the view. At the top, Meagan made a melodramatic gesture of longing—toward the bathroom. And before he could remark on it, she turned the other way, into their room, and whirled to face him as he came in after her and closed the door behind him. She tackled him with a hug and a kiss. It lingered a long time. She ground her body against him, to his astonishment and delight. Less astonishing, but even more delightful, she stood up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear: “I’m absolutely bursting.” “I know,” he said. “All that water, and all that beer…” “I would have resigned half an hour ago if not for you,” she said, crossing her legs. “I just loved it when you said you wanted to play it out to the end.” “Thought you might.” She broke away, twirled in a desperate dance, and started stripping. “I don’t know if I can hold it and fit you in me,” she said, quietly, apologetic. Watching her unhook her bra, Parker said, “Can I come in your boobs?” “Sure!” She held still, squeezing her legs tight together. “How do you want me to pee?” “Hmmmmm… not sure.” “Can we think of something quick?” she asked. “I’m trying to.” “Here, let’s not waste time,” she said, and started pulling his shirt off. As he pondered the pee dilemma, she went down on her knees, slid a hand under her own waistband, and undid the fly of his shorts. She stripped him down, letting his clothes slide to the floor. His boxers got piled up on her knees. She kissed his cock—tip, shaft, base—and cupped his balls in her hand. The other one was firmly wedged between her thighs, shifting slightly as she fingered herself. He shivered and sighed; she shivered and smiled. He looked down and saw her looking back up at him, eyes on fire, lips parted. “I can never get enough of how hard this makes you,” she whispered. “How much this makes you want me.” “So much,” he agreed, breathlessly. “I could tease you all day. Except I’m maybe ten minutes from wetting my shorts.” “Ten minutes? Practically forever. You barely need to go.” “Mmm,” she said. “Well, then, you barely need to come.” “Are you threatening me?” he said. “Nah. Direct comparison. How much do you need to come in me?” she said, cupping a boob with a free hand in demonstration. “So much.” “Well, I need to pee at least as much as you need to come.” She sucked lightly on the tip of his cock, her eyes still locked on his. “How much?” he said. “Hmm?” “How much do you need to pee?” “Oh, it’s really bad.” “I know how I want you to go, but I wanna know if you need to go badly enough to be willing to do it.” “Try me,” she said, “since it’s trying to slip out right now.” “Out the window.” “Onto the roof?” she said, stroking him since her mouth was occupied. “Yeah. While I’m between your breasts. Once a long time ago you said we could try that someday. Someday is today.” She thought about it, her hand still idly stroking. “My bare ass hanging out for all the world to see?” “Yep. But with all the rain, I doubt anyone will be looking.” “Good point. Mmkay! Take the screen off…” He stepped out of the puddle of his shorts and padded over to the window. He raised the blind and slid the sash up as far as it would go, feeling oddly sexy that he was revealing his rampant erection to the world. The warm wet wind felt delicious on his bare skin. Meagan came over beside him, hand still in her shorts, squirming. “Hurry,” she whispered. He pried the screen out of the window frame with clumsy fingers, and felt the spray of the rain as he pulled it free. Meagan dropped her shorts, swung around, lifted herself up onto the broad windowsill with her arms, and scooted her butt out into the rain. “Oh, shit,” she said, wincing. “Can’t hold it?” he said, stepping close to her and caressing her thigh. “The rain and that angle must be making it nearly impossible.” She locked eyes with him again, with a determined smile. “I promised I won’t pee until you come. So I won’t.” He teased her a moment or two longer. He bent to kiss her—forehead, nose, cheek, lips. He slid a finger down the side of her neck. And then he made her wait while he stepped over to the bed and grabbed the lube. He took great pleasure in gently rubbing it between her breasts and on his cock as she watched with desperate eyes. She was shivering with the effort of holding now, but she knew what he was doing and didn’t beg. Until she did. “Hurry,” she whispered. She held onto the windowsill with one hand and used the other to press her breasts together. He slid his cock into the beautifully smooth, beautifully wet valley she offered him, hands on her shoulders. It was a strange angle—but she was so sexy, so desperate, her ass out in the rain but not letting a drop fall. He thrust deep and slow. He could feel her heart pounding, could feel her quivering. The wind was playing with her hair across her shoulders. “I love you,” he said. “So much.” She kissed his chest, and then nuzzled him. Somehow that little gesture of love was best of all. He picked up the pace for her sake. The angle did not make it easy—but still, it did not take long before he was shivering and gasping too. “That’s right,” she said. “Come on me. Come on, lover.” He did. She bent her head quickly and took the tip of his cock in her mouth, swallowing what he gave her. His fingers ran through her hair, tugging gently, insistently. He shuddered one more time, then drew himself out from the embrace of her breasts. He bent over, kissed the top of her head, and said, “Let go.” She did. He could feel her shiver one more time—this time with relief—and then felt the tension drain out of her. Her shoulders sagged, and she gave a little breathless moan. He could hear the hiss of her stream hitting the shingles of the porch roof. But when he looked out, her piss was completely indistinguishable from the rain running down to the gutter. The sound of her stream tapered off, stopped. He pulled her up and out of the window, hugging her fiercely, kissing her shoulders, her back, her thighs, every part of her, until she shivered and sighed and laughed and went weak at the knees and he caught her as she nearly fell. They rolled onto the floor together, feeling the rain still coming through the open window falling on their bare skin. “You amaze me,” Parker whispered in her ear, between kisses. “ ‘Sometimes I amaze even myself,’ ” she replied. “I love you so, so much. Beyond words.” “Me too. That’s why… I don’t bother… to talk… when I’m… making out,” she said, her sentence also punctuated by kisses. “Also that’s why I hold it for you until I burst. A piss is worth a thousand words.” “At least. Ah, fuck, I love you so much and want you so much… I want to be in you again…” “That ain’t happening for a while, I think.” “No. Of course not. But—” he slid two fingers between her inner lips “—these never get soft.” “Mmmmmmmmm. Ordinarily I’d say no, let’s just go to sleep, but somehow…” He made love to her again, the storm still blowing outside, the raindrops still landing on their skin. She cried out into the wind. ----------------------------------------------------------- I wish I knew when I'll have the next story posted. It could take a while. But my motivation was up today and I'm so glad I got this written for y'all. Maybe I'll get the next story started tomorrow.  If you're pining for more Meagan & Parker, though, and just can't wait -- PM me for Seasons 1 and 2! Available for trade and polite requests.
Ahh I'm so nervous! Besides literally two RP sessions, I've never written anything omo related in my life. I hope this is still enjoyable for you guys to read! Feedback is much appreciated!! ? "Oh, that latte was a mistake..."  Ally danced around her bedroom, her thighs pressed together and hips wriggling side to side. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, clenching and unclenching to resist the urge to grab between her legs.  For the first time in a while, Ally was home alone for the weekend. Her roommate had gone home to visit family, leaving Ally with free reign of the apartment. She was elated, excited to finally experience the simply pleasures of having a house to herself. However, Ally knew there was one thing she had to do before anything else. Get so desperate that she could barely breathe.  After spending a few minutes wondering how long to hold, she decided that four hours was plenty of time to fill up on water and get to the verge of wetting herself. Something she'd forgotten about, however, was the large vanilla latte she had on the way home earlier that day. The coffee, plus the two mugs of tea she drank an hour previous, PLUS the bottle of water she was in the process of sipping weighed down heavily in her bladder. Suddenly, four hours didn't seem all too feasible. Ally was a stubborn girl though, and refused to give in so easily. Even if she couldn't make it as long as she planned, she would still hold for as long as her body would let her.  "Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee..." Ally muttered to herself as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. She was at the stage in a hold where the need to go was finally hitting her at full strength. If she were out and about, she would've probably dropped everything to find a restroom.   Deciding that she needed a distraction, Ally hobbled down the hallway to the living room, struggling to keep her thighs squeezed together the entire time. She turned on the TV and plopped onto the couch, immediately twisting her legs around each other as she flipped through the channels to find something to watch. After finding a marathon of one of her favorite sitcoms, Ally sat back and attempted to focus on the television. It worked, for a while. Ally's frantic squirming slowed to an occasional wiggling of her hips, and she no longer had to fight the urge to hold herself as hard as before.  That is, until the rain started.  Slowly but surely, Ally began to hear the sound of rain falling outside, and her squirming started back up again. She tried to ignore it, but the knowledge that there was liquid pouring from the sky right outside her window was driving her up a wall. Despite herself, Ally began to imagine what it would feel like to be out in the rain. She imagined feeling the cold droplets of water running down her skin and over the warm, firm surface of her bladder, teasing her to let it all out. She imagined giving into the temptation to burst, feeling the warmth and immense relief as her swollen bladder finally emptied.  Ally finally gave into the desire to hold herself as a wave of desperation hit her, and shoved both hands between her legs. She looked at the clock to find that it had only been two hours since she started the hold. She groaned and rocked back and forward, trying to find any position that would make holding easier. Her bladder felt and looked like a bowling ball in her abdomen, and she gently laid a hand on it to feel how hard it was. The tiny amount of pressure that her hand added caused a long, drawn out whine to escape Ally's throat, and she squeezed her thighs together as tightly has she could.  After five more minutes, Ally whimpered as she realized she couldn't hold it much longer. She had to relocate to the bathroom. It took a few tries, but eventually she managed to stand up from the couch without almost losing control. She shuffled out of the living room and into the hallway, pausing every few seconds to squeeze at herself or wriggle her hips around to help her hold it. Every single step was like a shock wave to her bladder, reminding her of how full she really was. Ally almost lost it the second she saw the toilet. She stopped dead in her tracks, frantically rubbing her thighs together. She wanted it so bad. The thought of sitting down on the toilet and letting everything flow out of her was tortuously sweet.   "Not yet..." Ally said to herself, almost panting with the effort to stay dry. She was going to hold it as long as she could.  Closing and locking the door behind her, more out of habit than necessity, Ally hobbled over to the toilet. It took her a minute to pull her sweatpants down with her legs pressed together, but she managed. After slipping her underwear down as well, Ally took a deep breath and sat down.  The wave of desperation hit her almost immediately. Her body fought and struggled to release into the toilet like it'd been trained, but Ally wouldn't let it. She twisted her legs together like a pretzel and shoved her hands between them. She rocked her hips, bounced up and down and squirmed around to keep everything in, whimpering and whining all the while. It felt like every drop of liquid she'd ever consumed had combined into an giant ocean in her bladder, and it all wanted out.  Ally felt a trickle slipped through her fingers and went rigid. Her muscles were overworked and tired, and the pressure was becoming too much to bear. Another drop escaped, and another, and another and another.  "I can't..." Ally whined.  With that, the flood finally escaped.  She withdrew her slightly damp hands as her bladder finally released into the water below her. The hissing was almost deafening, and Ally melted in her seat as she finally felt the orgasmic relief she'd been craving for so long. After almost three minutes, Ally's stream slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped.  With shaky legs and hands, Ally wiped herself clean, washed her hands and stumbled back into the living room. She collapsed onto the couch, a little disappointed that she didn't hold it for four hours. However, she smiled to herself, realizing that the weekend was far from over. Edited December 12, 2018 by drenna (see edit history)
Thank you guys so much for the feedback and kind words! I really appreciate it!! I decided I'm going to try and change in perspective and writing style to see if that makes writing this sort of stuff any easier. I hope you all enjoy ? As I woke up, I slowly realized three things.  One- I'd woken up earlier than I usually did. Two- I still had the apartment to myself. And Three- I had to piss like you wouldn't believe. My hand immediately shot under my blankets to grab myself. My bladder was sending urgent signals all throughout my abdomen, telling me that it wanted to empty and it wanted to empty NOW. Under normal circumstances, I simply would've rolled out of bed and gone straight to the toilet. However, these were not normal circumstances. The hold that I'd done the evening prior was only the beginning of the omo related plans I had for the weekend. For Saturday, I'd decided to try a challenge that I saw online once. I wasn't allowed to pee in the same place more than once for the whole day, which meant the toilet needed to be saved for emergencies or a last ditch effort.  The only problem was that I hadn't planned ahead at all. I had no idea where I was going to pee first. I slowly sat up, trying not to irritate my bladder, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I crossed them tightly as gravity worked it's magic and pushed all of the liquid I was trying to contain downwards. After a few moments, the wave subsided and I gingerly stood up. My stomach felt firm and heavy, as if I'd drank too much too fast. I waddled out of my bedroom in search of a place to relieve myself for the morning.  Walking past the bathroom was awful. I desperately wanted to rush in and relieve myself of a night's worth of piss, and the thought alone caused me to stop for a few moments, frantically shifting my weight from foot to foot. Eventually, I made it to the kitchen, still dry. A twisted smile formed on my face as I innocently decided that I should brew some coffee while I decided where to pee. The sight and sound of the coffee slowly trickling out of my Keurig drove me up the wall, and I had to hold myself while bouncing rapidly to stay dry. I shakily raised my mug to my lips and whined slightly as I drank, feeling like the drink was getting poured directly into my bladder. Just as I put my mug back down on the counter, a wave a desperation hit, causing me to whimper loudly. I couldn't hold it any longer. Legs shaking, I frantically looked around my kitchen for something to squat over. Tears filled my eyes and my heart began to race as the pressure grew to an unbearable intensity.  My eyes landed on the sink, and I let out a groan before shuffling over and yanking my pajama pants down. I felt a drop leak out as I hauled myself up onto the sink and spread my legs. For a moment, nothing. Then, pure bliss. I shakily sighed as my bladder finally released it's contents. All of my tensed muscles relaxed, and I found myself having trouble keeping my balance over the sink. After a minute or two, I was empty and ready to start my day.  I spent the rest of my morning cleaning up the house and getting a little work done on the computer, sipping on my coffee all the while. It was about noon by the time I decided to get something to eat.  While I slipped on some jeans, I felt a light pang from my bladder. It seemed a bit strange that I already had to go, but I chalked it up to being a bit tired from this mornings and last night's hold. Regardless, I simply continued getting dressed, not planning on emptying any time soon. I finished off my second cup of coffee and headed to my car.  I felt myself getting fuller and fuller as I drove around the city, and by the time I'd gotten my food I was feeling more than a little urge to fidget around.  "No problem." I thought. "I'm almost home."  Big surprise, I was mistaken.  My eyes widened as I saw the traffic in front of me, apparently caused by a wreck that had happened further up the street. We weren't moving very quickly, and it looked like I was going to be there a while.  Accepting that I was stuck for a bit, I opened my bag of food and began to eat in the car. I'd gotten an extra large soda to help myself fill up when I got home, but when I picked it up I realized that I'd somehow absentmindedly drank half of it already. This didn't bode well. Around 15 minutes later, my legs were bouncing around and my hands were nervously tapping on the wheel. We'd only inched forward a couple of times, and traffic showed no sign of clearing up. I'd also managed to finish up my drink while I ate. Another 10 minutes later, my thighs were frantically rubbing together. I bit my lip, silently begging for traffic to clear up so I could head home and find a place to empty. I wanted to hold myself so badly, but I was worried that someone might see through my car window. I settled for grabbing and fiddling with the hem of my shirt instead.  5 more minutes later, the urge to hold myself won out as I buried a hand between my legs. Unfortunately, I couldn't get a good grip because of the jeans I was wearing. I also couldn't squirm around and cross my legs like I desperately needed to. At this rate, I was going to wet my car seat. I wriggled my hips side to side and whimpered, "Hurry...!"  After just a few more moments, I felt my muscles give out for a split second, and my crotch grew warm as a drop slipped out. I was in full panic-mode now, looking around my car for anything to release into.  "Oh!" I exclaimed. The cup!  I gave a quick glance to the car beside me, making sure the driver wasn't looking in my direction. With shaking hands, I unbuckled my seat belt and my jeans, sighing as some pressure was taken off of my bladder. It took a while, but I managed to shimmy my jeans and underwear down my legs. A sudden wave of desperation overtook me, and I slammed my thighs shut. Another trickle escaped, soaking into the seat.  Tears in my eyes, I grabbed the cup and held it to my opening, hoping that I was aiming correctly. I tried to wait a few more seconds to make sure I was adjusted correctly, but I couldn't. The dam burst, and I let out a loud cry of relief as I emptied myself into the cup. The entire time I pissed I kept looking around, making sure that no one saw what I was doing. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice.  Once I was done, I placed the cup back into the cup holder and put the lid on top before pulling my jeans and undies back up. Traffic still took forever to clear, but waiting was a lot easier now that I wasn't about to explode. I eventually made my way home, excited to continue the rest of my challenge in private.
I have really enjoyed (as a lurker) some of the fanfic posted here, and thought I'd contribute to the community. Not sure if my writing is everyone's cup of tea, but maybe someone will enjoy. (1700 words approx) ?             Men like Collin Grant could buy almost anything, but his heart didn’t yearn for more material stuff. He didn’t get up every morning for the thrill of planning his next party or driving one of his Lambos. In fact, life had been humdrum of late. Boring, even.             And yet…             Collin let his gaze linger appreciatively on the woman walking ahead of him. He and Lara had only been dating for two months, but she was the one spice in his life these days. A little intimidated by his vast wealth, but not cowed by his dominating presence—she enjoyed the latter, he suspected, and he intended to ramp it up.             This weekend was theirs. Collin had invited Lara up to the north of England, where his family estate sprawled across green pastures and brutal, heather-covered hills. She’d been leery about making the long drive, but had arrived an hour ago, and said yes to his suggestion of a walk.             “You own all this?” Lara asked a little breathlessly.             “From that hill there back to the line of trees on the horizon.” Collin smiled indulgently at her wide-eyed expression. There was something a touch stiff in the way she held herself—perhaps she’d pulled a muscle? He stepped casually alongside her and ran a proprietary hand down her back. “You okay?”             She straightened. “Um. Overwhelmed, temporarily.”             “Want to head back? You haven’t seen the castle yet.”             “How many people live there?” Lara’s gaze went to the gray hulk in the distance. They were about a mile away, across a series of pastures and past a grove of trees.             “Just me.” Collin shrugged. “With my parents dead, my brother inherited a estate in Cornwall. He stays there while I prefer it here. I do… share it with my friends sometime.”             “Your kinky friends?” She smiled. He'd told her about his group of friends, most of them into dom/sub stuff but a few with differing kinks. One or two even enjoyed what he did--depseration and wetting. Driving a woman to the brink of losing control--watching her go over, and then soothing her until everything was okay again.             “My servants are the picture of discretion.” Collin didn’t mention he’d never found a woman who’d shared his kink. A shame, really. Vanilla relationships weren’t his thing.             Lara’s smile slipped as they approached a low stone wall. She’d gone back to being stiff again, body canting sideways, thighs pressed together as if…             Collin hid a smile. Looked like she had to pee.             “Shall we venture farther?” he inquired.             Lara’s dark eyes flicked toward the castle and she worried at her lower lip. “Maybe a few more minutes? It’s getting dark. And it was a long drive.”             “Did you stop anywhere?”             “Three coffee breaks.” She shot him a rueful grin.             “My poor tired baby.” Linking arms, he guided her up a hill, but he paid no mind to the view. Instead, he enjoyed the way she tensed and shivered, wiggling her bottom in what he knew was an attempt to relieve the pressure on her bladder. Subtle, oh so subtle, but Collin knew.             “Ready to go back?” she finally asked. The strain showed now, the way her eyes didn’t quite focus on him—or anything—and the increasingly stiff way she walked.             “Sure.” Arm still linked, he helped her down the hill, relishing the way she leaned on him for extra balance as her concentration shifted to keeping her bladder from voiding in her pants. Not that he’d mind that. He’d soothe her, clean her up—and dare her to do it again.             At one of the stone walls that cris-crossed the land, Collin paused, wanting to test something. “You mind if I pee real quick?”             Lara’s gaze skittered around, looking for witnesses. “Here?”             “Perks of being a guy.”             “Okay then.” He could hear the blush in her voice as she turned away. Collin, who was not shy about such things, watered the moss in the stones, zipped himself up, and went solicitously back to Lara’s side.             “Your turn, baby.”             Her blush deepened. “I… can’t.”             “Can’t pee? After three coffees?” he teased.             “Um.” She looked up at him, biting her lip again. “I have a very shy bladder. I do have to go—quite badly, in fact—but I won’t be able to out here. Not until I’m literally bursting.”             Collin raised an eyebrow. “What happens then?”             “I… have this funny point of no return. Can’t go, can’t go… then whoosh, nothing can stop me. Makes public bathrooms real fun. I have to be dribbling in my panties before… I can.”             “Have you not peed this entire drive up?” Collin asked incredulously.             She shook her head, bit her lip hard, and ducked her head.             “Must be incredibly uncomfortable. Does anything help?”             Her whisper was so quiet he couldn’t hear it over the low breeze that ruffled their hair. “What’s that?”             “Permission,” she said a little louder. “I… if someone gives me permission to pee, then I can do it.”             “Ah. So if I commanded you to pee, right here, at my feet, you could do it?” A slow smile spread across Collin’s face as Lara nodded. A flick of her dark eyes in his direction suggested a hint of pleading. But he put his hand at the small of her back and guided her onward.             “I won’t give you permission—yet,” he said, watching her expression carefully. Wonder of wonders, what he’d hoped to see actually happened.             A flare of excitement. Yeah, she wanted this.             “And I’ll check whether your panties are dry when we reach my castle,” he added, and by the way she gulped, she liked that too. **             Collin’s castle was at least a mile away, and by the time they drew close enough to make out individual crenellations, Lara knew she was in trouble. Serious trouble. Hold-herself-in-public trouble.             “H-how many servants did you say you had?” she grated.             “Twenty or so, give or take.” Collin’s attention was wholly on her, and she found herself enjoying it. Most of the time, her bladder issues were seriously embarrassing. Not being able to go until, well, she was going—that was hard to deal with. Her bladder was shy, strong, and weak all at once.             It twinged, and Lara paused on the wide path, thighs clamping together.             “Okay?” Collin asked.             “Ish.”             He glanced at the nearby windows. “I’d give you permission to pee now, but…”             “That would embarrass us both far too much,” she said, finishing his thought.             “Indeed.” And his hand slipped down her panties, under cover of her dark coat. A quick, proprietary pat on her mound. “Still dry. Good girl.”             The praise made her perk up, and Lara managed another few strides, pausing inside the foyer to grit her teeth. The butler waved them through, and soon they were at the end of the longest hallway Lara had ever seen. By now, walking was an absolute chore. Her bladder spasmed with every step. Soon, she was going to reach the point of no return.             “Collin,” she gasped, and he was there.             “Can’t make it?” he asked, as if the idea of her wetting her pants wasn’t such a big deal.             “It’s… painful.” She hobbled another step.             “Princess, if it’s too painful, just let go. I won’t lie—I love seeing you desperate, but I draw the line at too much pain.”             Lara huffed a laugh. “You’d… let me piss myself in your castle?”             “Right here, right now.” His smile was slow and genuine. “You know I like the way you obey me, but I don’t mind you bratting from time to time.”             Just… letting go? Wetting her pants in front of him while he watched? The next spasm was pain and pleasure, and Lara let out a small moan. The relief would be amazing, and he’d clean her up. She knew he would.             “No. I can make it.” She glared daggers at the far door, wrenching another few steps out of her poor body before stopping again in desperation.             Collin brushed a gentle finger across the outside of her pants. “Still dry,” he said in admiration, trailing his fingers across her bladder, which by now was bulging.             “Don’t… press,” she pleaded, and he withdrew.             A consummate gentleman, Collin opened the door that led to their shared bedroom—and an en suite bathroom. Which, like everything else here, was palatial. Which meant more walking. If she were at home, Lara might have peed right here, cleaned it up with a mop, and chalked it up to the vagaries of her particular bladder. But Collin’s bedroom was adorned with a fancy carpet. Lara minced across it, resorting by now to holding herself, and breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the other side, which was bare stone floor. Far easier to clean up.             Then she groaned. “You have a sitting room?”             Collin’s chuckle was low and mischievous. “Bathroom’s another little way yet. Still dry?” His fingers slipped in to check, moving around in a way that was both good and bad. “Hmm. You seem to be enjoying yourself, princess.” “Yeah, actually.” Lara hissed as she managed to step over the threshold into what looked to be an absolutely pointless sitting room. Two crystal glasses and a whiskey decanter awaited them by a crackling fire, but all she had eyes for was the distant toilet that beckoned her through two open doors. “Going to be really, reallllly nice when I can finally pee.” Another few steps. Her entire vagina was one huge spasm. At the door, Lara clawed her jeans down, heedless of Collin’s presence. But her bladder bucked like an angry horse as her thighs met porcelain. And she looked up in agony. “Well?” Collin inquired, and—damn him!—reached over to turn the tap on. Lara moaned at the sound of rushing water. “C… can’t get going.” “My poor baby. This happen often?” She nodded weakly. “Even… at home. Sometimes toilets make it harder. Don’t know why.” “You have my permission to pee, if that helps. Go, Lara. Let go. Now.” Lara gasped again, her bladder spasming at his command. A strong hiss of pee hit the toilet and didn’t stop for what seemed like forever. As she voided, she couldn’t help but moan in relief, leaning forward to squeeze every last drop out. ##             Collin watched Lara pee, aroused beyond belief. If she peed on command, would that mean she’d wet her pants on command? The long weekend stretched out in front of him like a promise, and Collin smiled, listening to Lara’s little relieved gasps as she emptied herself.             Yeah, this was shaping up to be a good vacation.
Author's note: My first new story in  a while. As usual, you can never please everyone: most stories will contain elements that don't appeal to some subset of readers. As with this one. I worry a lot that my stories are becoming same-y, variants on stale fantasties, which is why I struggle to write new stories. My hope is that quality of writing can make up for lack of originality. Most of the best stories on this site don't tell entirely original stories. I also think good characterization can go a long way towards improving an old storyline, even if characters often descend into stereotypes to facilitate particular scenaros. I'm always working on new takes on the age-old desperation, wetting and humiliation themes, but coming up with something new is hard, as I'm sure any writer can appreciate. Welcome to Cuck Confessions. I am what many would consider a “beta cuck.” Of course, it should go without saying that I am not a subscriber to the “based redpilled theory” of human sexual psychodynamics, but nevertheless, it can’t be denied that I am a man who is often bossed around by the women in his life. I’m more or less a stay-at-home dad to two daughters now about ready to fly the coop, doing only a little consulting working on the side. I’m supported by my beautiful, confident wife, who runs a successful law firm; her sister is the administrative head of the organization and my wife its head lawyer. While they earn the big money, I do housework and look after the kids, who are now getting to the age where they don’t need much looking after. It’s not uncommon that I hear good-natured jokes about being a doormat, even from my loved ones. And in the online community of angry men, I will no doubt be accused of being a willing victim of female hypergamy. My wife is probably fucking some handsome Chad while I do the dishes, they will say. But that’s not what this blog is going to be about. Oh, no. There have been times when the overconfident women in my life have had to come to me begging for help, humiliated. Often in one peculiar way, in fact. This is the story of those instances. These are my Cuck Confessions. One day, around lunchtime, I received a frantic call from my sister-in-law, Emma. She was whispering and hard to make out, but there was a definite note of despair in her voice. “Emma, is that you? I can’t hear you very well,” I said. “I’m in a bathroom at the Ritz,” she whispered. Now the peculiar acoustics made sense. “I need you to bring me a pair of Anna’s underwear and beige slacks, very quickly.” This was, to say the least, a peculiar request. I couldn’t understand what might prompt this, so I prodded. She would only tell me she had a wardrobe malfunction and she was currently in a business meeting, and the clock was ticking. Maybe she suddenly had a violent period? I didn’t know, but I grabbed the clothes she requested and hurried over to the Ritz, one of the classier places in town to have a business meeting. I didn’t look like I belonged at all, dressed in jeans and t-shirt, carrying a backpack with women’s clothes. The maitre’d looked me over with a skeptical eye. “I have an urgent delivery for Emma Louise Batton,” I said. I tried to affect the hapless errand-boy, which seemed to please the maitre’d. After confirming that Emma had a table reserved, he waved me through. That was the easy part. Now I needed to get into the ladies’ bathrooms. It had already been fifteen minutes since the call, and I imagine whatever business associates Emma was entertaining were beginning to wonder. I circled around and found the bathrooms. Just as I was about to enter the ladies’, I was hailed by a waiter who pointed to the sign of a very gentlewomanly lady crossing her legs on the door. “I believe that’s not your restroom,” the waiter said diplomatically. “Right you are! I’ve got an urgent delivery to make and I’m a bit distracted,” I improvised. It’s one of my better qualities, perhaps what attracted my wife—to most, considered way out of my league—to me in the first place. I can come up with a plausible excuse at a moment’s notice. Instead of entering the ladies, I entered the gents’, standing by the sink for thirty beats of the heart, listening for movement from the corridor outside. When I thought the coast was clear, I reentered the hallway, and it was empty. So, happily, was the ladies’ restroom. “Emma?” I called softly. “Here,” came a muffled cry from one of the stalls. I walked over and pushed open the unlocked door. Whatever I was expecting, it was not this. Let me set the stage for you. Emma was in her mid-thirties, a natural brunette with a sunny disposition and subtle curves—I’m a sucker for those. She was dressed in business casual, beige slacks and a blazer over a white collared shirt. But her slacks were at her ankles, a wide trail of liquid running down both pants legs. Their source was clearly her exposed, pink panties, which had gone partially see-through. She was sitting on the toilet, runny mascara and puffy eyes, and a wide pool of vaguely yellow liquid extended a foot from the toilet stool. “Emma! What happened?” I asked, incredulous. I even forgot to whisper. “It’s—long meeting, I didn’t have time… Please, the clothes. I’ll thank you later,” Emma muttered. I opened the backpack and handed her the clothes. “Thanks,” she said. “Please don’t mention it to anyone. I’ll thank you later.” And then she shooed me out of the cubicle. I was stunned. I’d just witnessed my sister-in-law, always so confident, so assertive, so in her element, clearly in the aftermath of a major potty accident. I couldn’t believe it. But to be sure, I wouldn’t forget it. If I heard one more comment about who the real man in the house was, I’d give a smirk that said, “Remember that time you pissed your pants at a business meeting and came to me literally crying for help?” I like to think that I’m not a petty man, but there’s only so much a man can take. Our society has increasingly moved towards a division between angry men who believe women lie, manipulate and cheat their way to the top, and men who believe in gender equality, but still can’t find it in them to see a man taking on a traditionally female role as a real man. And I’m caught up in the middle of it. The following weekend, my wife was away and Emma came over. She gave me a kiss on the cheek that was perhaps a little more affectionate than familiar. She explained that she’d been late to work for once, and hadn’t had time to go to the bathroom before her meeting. She had hours of prep work to do. Then the meeting dragged on, and she felt compelled to have a coffee to compensate for poor sleep the night before, then a customary glass of white at the lunch. Her business associates expected such niceties. They were wealthy potential investors. As the meeting continued, so did the pressure in Emma's bladder. Finally, an hour in, she couldn’t prevent a leak. She considered excusing herself to the restroom, but just then, it seemed like a favorable agreement might be tabled. “It’s vital to pounce on these opportunities before the mood evaporates,” she lectured me. Even while recounting her most humiliating experience, she couldn’t resist showing off her business acumen. And then the inevitable happened: the leaks grew to a flood. Mortified, Emma hoped her associates couldn’t hear the pitter-patter of her pee cascading off the chair. Once she was well and truly soaked, she picked up her purse to hide the evidence as best she could, muttered something about a feminine emergency and ran off. Then she called me. “What happened with the meeting, then?” I inquired. “Oh, they weren’t exactly in the mood for a deal after waiting for me hiding in the bathroom for more than twenty minutes,” Emma said. “Although they feigned sympathy, and I think I got away with it. We didn’t make the deal but it’s still not completely off the table.” “Seems like you might want to take some precautions next time,” I said. Just couldn’t resist. She blushed. “This will be our little secret, okay? I brought Anna's clothes, dry cleaned, not a spot on them.” Then she leaned in and gave me a kiss, full on the lips. I didn’t resist—after all, who was the cuck now?—but it did leave me feeling guilty. After that, we drank a cup of tea and talked of other things. Seemed like Emma needed some time to return to her baseline mood. When she left, she blew me a kiss. I never mentioned any of this to my wife, of course. I find confident women irresistible, and they like the way I have of acquiescing to most demands. But I must admit, sometimes it feels good to see them humiliated. Does that make me a bad person? I would never set up a situation to humiliate the women in my life, but sometimes they do a fairly good job of that on their own. My older daughter had just turned eighteen, and her friend was seventeen. She’d been begging me for weeks to let her go on a trip to her friend’s parents’ cabin. I imagine partying wildly was on her mind. But in the end, it transpired that the only way any of this were to occur was if both families provided a parent as chaperons. Though thoroughly miffed at this idea of parental supervision, eventually the dynamic duo decided to go ahead with the plan anyway. Naturally, I accompanied Julia, my daughter, while her friend Veronica was shackled by her mother. The cabin was a few hours’ drive from the city where we all lived. All was well until we got there and the girls discovered it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Veronica’s parents had recently inherited it and she’d never been there herself. There was elecricity, barely working light bulbs, but no plumbing. We had to bring bottles of drinking water to put in the gas-driven fridge. The evening progressed, we adults chatting amiably about this or that, and the girls enjoying their first parental-sanctioned glasses of wine. After a while, their corner of the room was quite lively, laughter and giggles interrupting conversations like percussive intrusions into a mellow tune. Then came the subject of toilet facilities. I could see from Veronica’s shifting about that she needed to pee. As for my daughter, she is known to hold for long periods of time, but even she was getting fidgety. There was only an outhouse, and a quick look was all it took for Julia to decide she was never ever using that smelly little hole. Eventually, Veronica shuffled out into the darkness and returned, looking relieved, but also casting suspicious glances down at her crotch. We parents had already availed ourselves of the facilities, which honestly weren’t that bad, considering they consisted of an outhouse with a bench and a hole. By midnight, we were all pretty tired. Julia was now fidgeting openly. “Honey, you should really use the restroom before bed,” Veronica’s mother tried. Julia shook her head. “But you’re clearly bursting! Poor thing. You’ll wet the bed!” Julia has inherited her mother and sister-in-law’s stubbornness and pride. “Of course I won’t,” she said, and that was her final word on the matter, even as she sat with her legs crossed, shivering and holding her abdomen. “I won’t clean up after you,” Veronica’s mother said. “If you insist, you’re sleeping on a towel.” “Daaaad,” Julia yelled. I gave her the look. The look that I so rarely get to give. And she gave in. She agreed to protect her bed against a possible bedwetting. My confident, strong-bladdered daughter of eighteen. We woke by dawn. I knocked on the girls’ bedroom. “Are you decent? Breakfast soon.” “You can come in,” Veronica said. She sat on her bed fully dressed. I gave Julia an expectant look. “Well?” She triumphantly threw off the covers, showing not a spot on her pajamas. What was apparent, however, was the bulge in her midsection. I decided not to comment. We ate a pleasant breakfast of eggs and bacon, although I could see my daughter struggling to compose herself. I tried again to encourage her to use the outhouse, citing the long journey ahead, but she refused. Veronica, apparently, had also had enough after one experience with the outhouse. We piled into the van and drove off. The drive itself was supposed to be three hours. We stopped early on to pick up some coffees to go. It was still early, and not much traffic on the road. But then we hit the major highway, and traffic picked up. The local radio reported on the end of a nearby music festival, perhaps accounting for the heightened traffic. About two hours in, I glanced back and saw Veronica crossing her legs, while my daughter was hunched over, red in the face. I wondered if either of them would last the full journey. Then we hit a jam. All those trucks driving heavy musical equipment apparently hadn’t coordinated very well, and there had been a major accident. A big truck lay turned over on its side, the radio reported. It was still a while ahead of us, but traffic had slowed to a crawl. We were on the highway, too, with no way off. An hour passed, and we had made five minutes’ worth of progress. “Mom, I, uh, kinda need to pee,” Veronica announced. It had been obvious for a while, what with her fidgeting, and now openly holding herself. Even Marjorie, Veronica’s mom, had begun fidgeting a bit when she thought I wasn’t looking. “I’m sorry, honey, but it looks like this is gonna be a while.” “Are you alright, Julia?” I asked. She was hunched over, clutching herself, twisting her legs every which way. “’M fine,” she growled. Clearly, she was not. The scenery changed very slowly. It took us another hour to get to the accident point—by now, the rescue crew was almost done getting the vehicle upright and out of the way of traffic. “No major accidents, luckily, although one driver was taken to the hospital with minor injuries,” reported the radio. A small miracle. Not much help for the desperate ladies in our van, of course. Even I was feeling some slight pressure in my nether regions now, but I knew I could last hours yet. Suddenly, Veronica moaned loudly. I looked back, and saw that she was losing her battle: a wet patch had begun spreading across her lap. The light denim darkened quickly, and the little drips were rhythmic, hypnotic; clench, release, clench, release. After five minutes, her lap was soaked. She put her head in her hands and began sobbing softly. “Oh, honey,” her mother said. “I’m so sorry,” Veronica said. “It’s not your fault,” her mother reassured her. “Your friend, on the other hand, refusing every reasonable opportunity...” Julia was in miserable condition. She had her hands partially cramped in her crotch, partially holding her abdomen, and her entire lower body was shaking. But she was holding on. “I’m fine, thank you very much,” she announced. The accident on the road was finally cleared, and traffic slowly picked up again. We agreed to turn off at the nearest gas station for the girls to change. Julia reminded us she was in no need of a change, but none of us really believed she could hold on. About five minutes before we pulled into the gas station, I noticed a smell. Subtle, unpleasant, emanating from the backseat. Julia was still hunched over, so much so that she was hovering slightly over the seat. I said nothing yet. We got out, and Veronica’s mom busied herself finding a change of clothes for her daughter. I stepped out of the car and gave Julia a hand, since she was in no condition to exit the car on her own. When I pulled her upright, she began walking briskly towards the main building. But the way she walked was funny, a sort of waddle, and then I spotted it: a little bulge between the cheeks of her bum, protruding from her jeans. I caught up with her. “I know,” I whispered. “What?” She said, clearly both annoyed and embarrassed. “About your little pants situation.” Her demeanor changed completely. Her face flushed, she cast her eyes down. Her waddle became more distinct. She was still holding herself between her legs, stopping and squeezing intermittently, clearly still desperate for a pee. “I told you I wouldn’t pee myself,” she huffed. As if this were any less embarrassing. “Don’t count your chicks until they’re hatched,” I said. Julia made her way to the gas station restroom. It was unoccupied. She stayed in there for a long time, leaving her friend standing awkwardly in wet jeans outside. The attendant stared at her. She was a matronly woman in her fifties, and her wrinkled brows told the tale. Girls this age shouldn’t be pissing themselves. Finally, Julia emerged, a smile on her face and a fresh application of perfume wafting off her. Clearly, she was playing it off as a close call. Nothing was visible on her jeans. Veronica eyed her friend sadly, then picked up her mother’s bag of clothes and entered the restroom. Ten minutes later, she emerged dry but humiliated. The rest of the drive was uneventful, but I certainly wouldn’t be forgetting my daughter’s stubborn accident. I found her panties in the laundry bin a few days later: they were utterly ruined. I double-bagged them and threw them in the trash. The jeans she wore that day, I never saw again. “I heard you had a close call on the way home,” my wife told Julia the next day. Julia shrugged. “I made it, like I always do.” I said nothing, but I gave her the look. She blushed and excused herself to her bedroom “to study.” One night, my wife was away on business yet again. Some big court case. At four in the morning, there was a soft knock on my bedroom door. There stood my younger daughter, holding a pair of wet bed sheets. “Dad, I don’t know what happened,” she said. “It just… I must have been sleeping heavily and...” I gave her a hug. Unlike my wife, my older daughter, and my sister-in-law, my youngest Courtney has never been arrogant. She’s always been a bit of a daddy’s girl, listening to my advice and respecting me far more than she respects her mother. I couldn’t find any reason for schadenfreude here. We cleaned things up, and I assured her that I loved her, accidents or not. Unlike her sister, Courtney has a bit of a weak bladder. Usually, she manages it well. But occasionally, she doesn’t. One time, we were on a family vacation in a tropical location, and Courtney wet her bathing suit waiting in line for a water slide. It got us all thrown out of the park, souring everyone’s mood. But my wife’s reaction was what really pissed me off. She showed absolutely no empathy, berating her teenage daughter for acting like a baby, quite loudly I might add. I rarely get pissed enough to deal with any marital issues in a more aggressive than passive way, but this was one of those times. One night, the girls were in the hotel watching a movie, old enough to look after themselves. I decided to ply my wife with alcohol. I wanted a confrontation. Things had soured between us lately. Her sister’s mishap at the business meeting had spoiled a deal that could have propelled the firm into the stratosphere, and now suddenly acquisitions made contingent on that deal going through were leading to potential financial troubles. And Anna took her frustrations out on me on a daily basis. My cooking was suddenly no good; one uncleaned dish was evidence that I wasn’t holding up my part of the deal, where she made the big money and I was the homemaker. My closeness with Courtney was also becoming an issue. I think she was jealous she couldn’t connect as well with her younger daughter—who had inherited more of my mild-mannered genes—than her assertive older one. She was happy to drink. By the fifth drink, she had yet to excuse herself to the bathroom. This was when I launched my strike. I told her that her treatment of Courtney’s accident was beneath her, bad parenting. I told her she should be more empathetic, and maybe then her youngest daughter would actually like her. This last comment was quite mean, and cut too close to the truth. My wife exploded, sending a series of loud expletives my way. It was all I could do to keep us from getting thrown out of the restaurant. Finally, I offered her another drink, to calm things down. All the while, everything was working its way throw her system, and she was now noticeably drunk and fidgeting. But she would not simply walk out of an argument: she had to win. So we spent another hour circling around the issues, more calm in tone but no less acidic in content. By this point, Anna could not sit still. I suggested we call it a night. On wobbly legs, we made our way back towards the hotel. On the way back, she continued to make references to our earlier spat. “She’s just a brat and needs to learn how to control herself!” “Might say the same of you,” I remarked. Anna was clenching her butt, walking gingerly, occasionally squeezing her crotch. “What did you just say to me?” She demanded. “I said you look about to piss yourself right now.” For a moment, she looked like she might slap me. Then she hunched over, and it seemed like her entire energy deflated. Hands between her legs, face scrunched up, she fought to remain in control. I waited in silence. Finally, she rose. “Let’s get home,” she said. Her tone, now, was milder. Anxious, even. We crossed the hotel lobby and entered the elevator. Anna was tripping on her legs, shifting her weight every which way. She was dressed in tight jeans, and I could see the bulge protruding over the waistband. At times, her knees buckled. I steadied her, and she let me. Then we were at our floor. Anna shuffled towards our room. I opened it, since her hands were occupied squeezing between her legs. The room was a suite—perk of the high-class lawyer lifestyle—and the girls were asleep in the other room. Anna turned to me, on trembling legs. I could spot moisture in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ve been a terrible wife lately, and a bad parent. These business issues are taking their toll.” Well, she didn’t say it exactly like that. She was slurring slightly and shivering all over her body, interrupting her sentences with quick and instinctive curtsies. She moved towards me. Took my face in her hands. Moved in for a kiss. When you have a wife like mine, reconciliatory sex can be a blessing or a curse. She guided me onto the bed, switching our positions so I was on top. She began caressing my face, and I made a tentative move towards her breasts. I cupped them through her shirt, and she moaned. Then her entire body spasmed under me, and a little “noooo” escaped her. Laying on top of her, I could feel the flood. Her pee pressed through her jeans, moving upwards towards her shirt, pushing into my own pants, and spilling all over the bed. It lasted over a minute. By the end, I moved off her and began undressing my clothes, covered in her pee. She lay on top of a wet bedcover, streaks of pee going from her crotch up into her shirt, down both pants legs, and ending in a large pool under her butt. I said nothing, and she did nothing except blush and cover her face. I stripped naked and re-dressed in clean clothes. Then I told my wife, “I think it’s time you had a talk with Courtney.” She was crying now. “Hush, baby,” I said. “Remember that talk about empathy? Now be an adult and actually do it.” I walked over into the other room and woke up Courtney. Told her her mom had something important to tell her and she should come into the main room. Bleary-eyed, she followed my lead. There she was, my wife, standing just off the soaked bed, still in her piss-stained clothes. “Oh my god, mom!” Courtney said. “I’m so sorry, honey,” Anna managed. “Sometimes accidents happen, and I shouldn’t have called you a baby.” Now, like I said, Courtney is a sweet soul. She had already forgiven her mother, well, at least she was open to the possibility of forgiveness. The two of them hugged it out, and for once, Anna listened when Courtney spoke of her problems, the embarrassment, the fact that she felt like her father was the only one who understood. The next year was very good, family-wise. I have one final tale. Both my daughters were now in college, and they were home on summer vacation. Courtney came running into the house one evening, heading straight for the bathroom with urgency in her stride. She’d gotten an internship at a local ad agency. Julia had a part-time job, but she had the day off, and she happened to observe this. She had managed to escape her accident dignity intact—only she and I knew about it. And she couldn’t resist making a quip about her sister’s frequent mishaps when Courtney emerged from the bathroom, dry and relieved. “Oh, fuck off,” Courtney said. It was a rare case of her cursing. “You might have a freaking balloon for a bladder but that doesn’t give you the right to judge me. Every balloon can burst.” I happened to observe this exchange discreetly from the top of the stairs. “Sure thing, little sister,” said Julia. “I could outlast you even now, and I haven’t been since last night.” “I’m not playing your stupid games,” Courtney said. “Just go away.” That’s my girl, I thought. “Because you know you’ll lose, like always,” said Julia. “I’m doing it anyway, bitch.” How could I have raised two such different daughters? I sometimes wonder. Perhaps the truth is Julia was raised by her mother, and Courtney by me. Courtney walked off, seemingly done with the affair. Julia lounged in the family room watching re-runs of Friends for the next two hours, sipping lemonade. She made no move towards the nearby restroom, and by the end of it she was squirming. At dinner, she had a glass of wine, with water on the side. By now, her movements under the table were obvious. Courtney gave her the silent treatment. After dinner, I took Julia aside. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked. She sat on the couch, legs crossed. “Lounging, currently,” she said. “I mean your whole challenge thing.” “You heard that?” “I did. And I think it’s mean and immature.” “Courtney needs to learn her place,” Julia said. She had begun seeing herself as her mother’s heir, already in her second year law program, and clearly thought Courtney going into advertisement was a disgrace to the family name. A name made not by Julia, mind, but by her mother and aunt. “You might want to forget, but I remember the camping trip,” I chided. She blushed and puffed up her cheeks. Made her look rather like a scared pufferfish, rather than the defiant daughter. “You were hallucinating,” she said. “Call it off and be reasonable,” I said. Julia left the room to grab another drink. Well, I thought, let her dig her own grave. I approached Courtney, who was always up for a little father-daughter chat. I told her Julia was still going with her silly challenge. Courtney shook her head. “Why does she have to be so mean? We’re supposed to be sisters.” “I tried and pleaded, but she won’t listen. I suggest you make use of the restroom and let her prove a lesson to herself. Truth be told, makes me feel like a bad father, but I can’t exactly drag my college-aged daughter to the bathroom.” Courtney nodded. The evening wore on. We all gathered in the family room to watch Netflix. By now, Julia was moving erratically, still sipping on her lemonade, unable to sit still. Halfway through the movie, she interjected, “Have to go potty yet, little sis?” “Nope,” Courtney said, and continued watching the movie. When it was over, it was getting late, but none of us were particularly tired. Julia was hunched over on the couch, holding herself. One of the perks of wealthy life in the summer is having your own private swimming pool in the yard. And this time of year, the temperature stays bath-able through midnight. “Hey, fancy a swim, sis?” Courtney piped up. Julia groaned. “It’s so relaxing, cooling off at the end of a hot day,” Courtney added. “Fine,” Julia said. Fifteen minutes later, Julia had contorted herself into a rather revealing one-piece bathing suit. It displayed her protruding bladder prominently. I grabbed a beer and sat down in a lawn chair, watching as the two of them waded. Julia couldn’t move much at all anymore. Every little movement was accompanied by a squeeze, a grab, a contortion designed to contain her flood. Courtney swam gracefully like a swan. After a while, the two of them climbed out of the pool. Courtney gracefully, Julia clumsily, more like a rhino than the lithe young woman she was. Both of the girls seated themselves on lawn chairs beside me. “Fancy a night-cap?” I asked, waving my bottle of beer. Courtney nodded. They were both of age. I emerged with three bottles, pre-opened. Julia took hers with shaky hands. Anything holding up one of her hands was an impediment to her efforts to hold it in. Courtney savored the beer—a fine Belgian—while Julia sullenly sipped at hers. I was anticipating something to happen soon. Julia set her beer on the nearby table. “I think I’m calling it a night,” she announced, and rose gingerly. Courtney smirked. Julia shuffled towards the house. I couldn’t believe how she was still holding it. Although I hate to write this—I harbor no such feelings towards my children—you might want to know that you could clearly see her glutes working overtime, contracting every muscle of her lower body to hold it. “Are you ready to call it off?” I asked her. She turned, pained. “Of course not.” We all went to bed. Early the next morning, Julia came banging on my office door. She was cross-legged and hunched over. “What’s going on with the bathroom?” She demanded. “Oh,” I said. I had genuinely forgotten, but I’d had some electrical problems in the bathroom recently and had an electrician over early. “Got some work being done there right now.” “I have to pee!” Julia exclaimed. “Yes, I told you yesterday, call it off.” “And the bathroom’s closed off.” “For the next few hours.” “Fuck. Well, I’ll just hold it.” Just then, Courtney showed up, somewhat jittery herself, complaining about the same issue. I explained the situation. “What are we gonna do?” Courtney asked. “I’m taking you to the nearest coffee shop,” I said. “What? No!” Julia said. “Do you want to pee in your pants?” “Of course not!” “The sink, then?” She conceded. We piled into the car, Julia frantic, Courtney clearly in serious distress herself. When we got to the coffee shop, Julia insisted on buying a coffee—most stores only allow customers use of their facilities if they buy something. But I imagine it was also a ploy to prove she could still outlast Courtney, who happily headed for the restrooms. By the time Courtney was back, relieved, Julia had a cup of coffee in a shaky hand which she immediately handed over to me. I followed her towards the unisex single-stall restroom, needing a leak myself. Meanwhile, a line had formed. A young woman in front, then an older lady with a little girl behind her. Julia was potty-dancing like a toddler. The older lady gave her a raised eyebrow. The young lady entered, and by now, it looked like Julia was on her last legs. I politely inquired of the older lady, “Might my daughter jump the line? I’m sorry, but she’s about to have an accident.” “Dad!” Julia exclaimed. The older lady sighed, but allowed Julia to go in front. When the young lady exited, Julia ran in. She was in there for five minutes. I didn’t expect her to make it, but when she exited, she was dry as the Sahara, smiling. The little girl and the old lady did their business, and I did mine, and that was that. Courtney looked a little disappointed when her sister emerged dry, but said nothing. Julia took the now-cooled coffee from me and immediately downed it. Then she ordered a soda, saying she needed to rehydrate. But the saga doesn’t quite end there. By the time we got home, the electrician informed me it would be an all-day job. Julia didn’t take it well, having finished another two lemonades by the time I broke the news. By dinner, Julia was frantic again. Her mammoth hold must have weakened her—her kidneys still in overdrive. She refused a glass of water from her sister, who gave an amused smirk in return. Courtney announced she hoped the damn bathroom would be in order again soon. Then she went rummaging in her closet and found something very old—a half-used pack of bedwetting pants she had occasionally used up until her teens. She presented her find to her sister. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Julia said. “Well, I’m gonna wear one, just in case,” Courtney said. Just then, another spasm wracked Julia, and she had to hunch down to keep it in. When she rose, she accepted a pink pull-up from her sister. “This doesn’t prove anything,” she said. “It’ll still be dry by tonight.” “Whatever you say.” So now I had two daughters in their early twenties, both wearing what amounted to diapers. Both were fidgeting, but one much more so than the other. The electrician informed me that although it would involve overtime, he really needed to fix this tonight to get his other assignments done the next week, and he wouldn’t charge any extra. It was crunch time. We sat down on the couch, trying to zone out to the television. I fancied a quick pee myself by this time. None of us could keep their attention on the screen. Both girls were scrunched up in an almost fetal position, holding themselves. At one point, Julia went rigid, thousand-yard-stare, squeezing herself with all her might. After that, she was more or less crumbled into a ball. Then Courtney gave a yelp. “No!” She moaned. Then she announced, matter-of-factly, “I peed a little. I need to go change.” Julia jumped on the opportunity. “I knew it. You’re just not as strong as me.” “Let’s see yours, then,” Courtney countered. Being present for this exchange made me quite uncomfortable as a parent. But all details for you, dear readers. Julia looked down. “Let’s see it!” With a groan, Julia managed to stand up. “Well, then?” asked my younger daughter. Julia blushed. Slowly, she lowered her pants. It was quite obvious. Her pull-up was swollen and yellow. Courtney laughed. “Oh my god.” Then she walked off to change. Julia, now thoroughly humiliated, attempted to do the same. But halfway across the room, she stopped and crouched down. A loud hiss could be heard, and soon the urine broke through the leak guards, trailing through her jeans and down onto the floor in a massive puddle. Tears were welling up in Julia’s eyes. Courtney came back refreshed to see her sister sitting in a puddle of her own making. At that moment, the electrician showed up to announce he was done. “Oh my,” he said. “I’m so sorry.” He quickly arranged to send a bill in the mail and disappeared from the scene. I had expected my younger daughter to gloat, but instead she helped her sister up and took her to Courtney’s room. I wasn’t privy to the following conversation, but had it related to me later. “I’m sorry,” Julia said. Courtney nodded. “Accidents happen,” she said. “Actually, I wanted to tell you something that might cheer you up.” “Nothing could possibly do that.” “Try me.” “When I got to my room, I realized I didn’t just need to pee. And… it just happened. I lost control. Notice the air freshener?” Courtney rummaged threw her laundry bin and retrieved a pair of jeans. There was a distinct brown mark on the seat of the pants, and a bunch of used wet wipes poorly concealed by paper towels on top of a double-bagged pull-up in the paper bin. “Oh my god,” Julia said. “I would never poop my pants.” “Let’s agree to let toilet matters be private matters from now on,” Courtney said. “Deal.” That marks the end of my peculiar series of humiliating incidents involving my cocky women. For now. Am I a bad person for sharing these stories? Perhaps. Am I cuck? Who knows. But these are my Cuck Confessions, and you perverts are now accomplices after the fact.
There are some interesting scenarios where girls (or anyone) can be desperate to pee in a long bathroom line.  But one particular interesting example could be the bathroom line at a middle school or high school between classes.  You have those scenarios where you need to use the restroom, but can't go during class, and time between classes is kind of tight, so here is an interesting scenario. This is a variation of the scenario I had done in another forum, but I wanted to eliminate some of the interaction and get right to the point.  Factors to consider: I)        There are five minutes between classes, and 50 minute class periods. II)      Can’t be late, and can’t use the restroom during class (already used up any free tardies or emergency bathroom passes, if you even had any).  If you are late or have to use the restroom during class, you either get an after-school detention, in school suspension, or a day of Saturday school. III)   Asking teacher to use restroom before the bell rings won't work, since she already used up her restroom passes, and will probably only make her later. IV)      There are three toilets available in each girls bathroom (and there are three total sets of restrooms in the building, not counting the nurse's restroom or the gym locker rooms). V)  There are at least 1,000 students in this school (and at least 500 of them are girls).  VI)     A girl named Emily needs to use the restroom with a desperation of about 9.5 out of 10 (meaning about as close as you can come to peeing your pants without actually doing so) between third and fourth periods.  She is sitting in class right at the end of third period shaking almost to tears because she has to pee so bad, but can't leave the classroom until the class is over.  Meanwhile, girls in other classes are in a similar predicament (we'll call them Tina, Nicole, and Tiffany), and have a ways to go to get to the restroom, but are able to get there a little bit ahead of Emily (like the 1 to 1 1/2 minute mark after the previous class is over), because the restroom is closer, and they do need to pee, they aren't "quite" as desperate, so can probably walk a little faster because they aren't as worried about having a full-blown accident right then an there. VII)       Emily arrives at the restroom closest to her next class with about 3 minutes to go before the next class (took here about 2 minutes to get from previous destination to here).  She couldn't run or walk faster because she had to focus on not losing control of her bladder before getting to the bathroom.  VIII)          Peeing on the floor, trash can, sink, water bottle, chair, or desk are not allowed.  Each girl either pees in a toilet, or can’t make it and pees in her pants. IX) Cutting in line is not allowed, even if those at the front of the line are not as desperate as the ones at the back of the line, because there is a line for a reason, plus no one is allowed to be late.  Basically it’s a “first come, first serve” type of queue line, regardless of how desperate you are.  However, it is possible that maybe one or more of the girls “gives up” on the situation if she’s not that desperate and figures she can wait another hour, which may in essence make the line a little shorter where Emily has a better chance to pee and get to class on time.  But for the purposes of this topic, we’ll assume that is not going to happen.  It’s also possible in theory that one or more may only need to apply makeup, which is not really part of the “pee line”.   But again, for these purposes, we’ll assume everyone is in line to use one of the three toilets. X)  Each girl will need a minimum of one minute of time in the stall before exiting.  It may take longer, and may take a lot longer is somebody needs to do #2.  But for the purposes of this topic, we’ll assume everyone only has to do #1. XI) There may be a bathroom monitor present, but only to make sure things there is no line cutting, or that nothing gets out of control like horseplay, smoking, stuffing toilets with paper towels. XII)            This is the way the toilet queue looks with three minutes to go before class, and three toilets in this restroom  (all three stalls are currently occupied).       A)        Girl 1 (Elizabeth)—18 year old senior, desperation about 5 out of 10  (arrived about 45 seconds after previous class ended, and there was already one girl ahead of her in line)       B)        Girl 2 (Brandi)—17 year old senior, desperation about 6 out of 10    (arrived about 50 seconds after previous class ended, and there were two girls ahead of her)       C)        Girl 3 (Michelle)—17 year old junior, desperation about 7 out of 10 (arrived around the 1 minute mark)       D)        Girl 4 (Jennifer)—16 year old junior, desperation about 7.5 out of 10 (arrived around the 1 minute mark)       E)         Girl 5 (Tina)—16 year old sophomore, desperation about 8 out of 10  (arrived around the 1:30 mark)       F)         Girl 6 (Nicole)—15 year old sophomore, desperation about 8.5 out of 10  (arrived around the 1:30 mark)       G)        Girl 7 (Tiffany)—15 year old freshman, desperation about 9 out of 10  (arrived around the 1:45 mark)       H)        Girl 8 (Emily)—14 year old freshman, desperation about 9.5 out of 10   (arrived around the 2 minute mark) FFor what it is worth, the first three girls (Elizabeth, Brandi, and Michelle) are able to finally get into a stall and start doing their business at the 2:10, 2:30, and 2:50 marks, respectively. Naturally, the ones that really have to pee the worst are the ones that are at the back of the line.  So as you can see, the first three or four girls probably could wait another period, but would prefer not to.  They are in a position to where they probably have enough time to pee and get to class on time, but can also hold it for another hour if need be.  They decide to go ahead and pee now since they have the time to do so (their classes are right near the restroom), because you don’t know what might happen after the next hour, because their desperation might be closer to a 9 out of 10 by then and then have to deal with a longer line.  As a result, the last four girls in line are in a bad situation.  These four girls pretty much have to pee within the next 15 minutes or so, which means in essence they need to pee during this particular break.  Unfortunately, they don’t have enough time to wait in line, pee, and get to their next class on time, because it was a 5 minute passing period, and there are currently 3 minutes left.  Also unfortunate for those girls is that if they are late, they get a 30-minute detention because they may have been late a time or two before (or their teachers have a no tolerance policy on tardies).  And they can’t go to the bathroom during class, and clearly can’t wait another hour.  This could be the dream scenario for those hoping for an accident, and a nightmarish scenario for those 4 girls involved in that predicament. F Now, the first question you might ask, is if the last four girls had to pee that bad, why didn’t they get into the bathroom sooner before the line got so long.  Maybe their previous classroom was so far away, and this was the closest restroom they could find and the soonest they could get there. So here are a few questions: Knowing how desperate Emily and the others are to pee and how many girls are ahead of them in line, what should they do? Wait in line, pee, get to class late and deal with the consequences (or fight if she thinks it’s unfair) End up wetting herself before getting to the front of the line, and have to deal with an accident, and possibly being late to class anyway. Go to class without peeing, and pee all over herself (her pants, seat, or whatever sometime during her next class) Other (remember the line-cutting, peeing on the floor, sink, trash can, or water bottle is not allowed). If she is late and receives a detention, what should she do about it? Have parents sign it and serve it, and don’t make a bad situation worse. Talk the situation over with her parents, and have them talk to the school administration about the whole mess. Don’t talk to her parents, and don’t serve the detention, and possibly get a misconduct and in-school suspension or Saturday school instead, in which case the parents will have to get involved anyway. Other. If she realizes she doesn’t have enough time to wait in line and get to class on time and decides to try to wait it out, what should she do? Try to hold it as long as possible through her next class, and maybe relieve a little pressure from time to time by peeing in her pants just a little bit at a time and hope the wet spot isn’t too noticeable and that she can get to the bathroom after the next class. Hold it as long as she can, and eventually have a full-blown accident. Miraculously be able to hold it through the whole next period, against all odds, and then start the cycle all over again at the next break. Other. If she does end up peeing her pants because she can’t go to the bathroom, what should she do? Ask to see the nurse. Ask to call home for a change of clothes. Ask to leave school to go home to change clothes (unless it’s the last period of the day, when it’s pointless) Ask to talk to the principal or assistant principal about the situation right then and there. Ask to call her parents about the situation. Other
Not sure how this is going to work out, but I'm going to try a follow-up response. Tina and Nicole arrived at the girls restroom at about the 1:30 mark and saw a line of four girls ahead of them.  They pretty much wait it out and hope one or two girls gets out soon.  About 15 seconds later, Tiffany comes along followed by Emily at around the 2:00 mark, and they're both pretty desperate as well.  It isn't until a few seconds later where one of the stalls finally opens up and Elizabeth can take her turn.  Within the next minute two more stalls open up and Brandy and Michelle do their business.  With about two minutes to go, there are five people left in line.  Emily and Tiffany are trying to beg any of the remaining girls in front of them to let them cut in line, but as you might expect, they all say no because there is a line for a reason. So the five remaining girls continue to wait in desperation.  Around the 3:15 mark another stall opens up and Jennifer takes her turn, followed by Tina about 15 seconds later.  Just before the four minute mark, another stall opens up and Nicole enters.  By this time, Tiffany and Emily are pretty desperate and about to pee themselves, but don't have time to wait it out and get to class on time.  If they leave now, they can probably make it to class on time, but will probably pee their pants in the next lesson.  Can't do that, so they decide to wait it out, and deal with the situation later.  At the 4:20 mark, Tiffany can take her turn, and at the 4:40 mark, Emily finally gets her chance to pee.  Both of them are still in the stalls peeing when the late bell rings, but at least they won't pee their pants during the next lesson.  They finally finish their business and wash their hands, and have the same next class together.  They arrive in their math class fashionably late (like 2 1/2 minutes or so), and the teacher asks what happened.  Tiffany says "I really had to pee and when is got into the bathroom all the stalls were full and there was a line of 5 or 6 girls ahead of me." and Emily says "I got to that same bathroom a few seconds later, and I had to pee just as bad, if not worse.  They really need to have more time in between classes for us to use the restroom, or have more stalls in the bathroom so we don't have to wait in line as long." The teacher sighs and says "Yeah, I understand that it's not the best of situations when you have to use the bathroom and there's a long line.  I also do appreciate that you were willing to take care of your business in between classes instead of asking me to use the restroom during class.  If you would have had a free tardy or emergency restroom pass remaining, we could have worked around this problem this time.  Unfortunately, we do have to go by school policy, and because you were late again and had already used up your emergency restroom passes, I am going to have to give each of you a 30 minute detention, to be served after school.  But if you can't make it then, you do have the option to serve it in the morning or at lunch time (either in 2 15-minute sessions or one 30 minute session), but you must serve the entire 30 minutes within the next 2 school days, and your parents must sign the detention slip before you can serve it."  Now, a 30 minute detention for being late isn't necessarily the end of the world, but the problem is that this situation could very well happen again, with probably a harsher punishment.  So what would be a possible solution to keep something like this from happening again?  If you can't be late, and you can't use the restroom during class, your hands are pretty much tied, and you pretty much have to hope that when you have to use the restroom between classes, that there isn't a line or more than one or two girls ahead of you, or you won't have enough time to do your business and get to class on time. Tiffany went on to say "It was not our intention to be late, but we had to pee really bad and there was a line."  Emily added "What can we do if something like this happens again?  If this tardy is 30 minutes, the next one will probably be 60 minutes."  The teacher said "Since you've already used up all your free tardies and emergency restroom passes, I can't let you go to the bathroom during class unless you have a doctor's note on file.  So if you anticipate that this might be an ongoing problem, you might want to talk to your parents about seeing a doctor and see if they can give you a note.  Then you can give that note to the assistant principal or school nurse, and I can let you use the restroom during class if there's a genuine emergency".  But it's not that easy to get doctor's notes for something like this. Has anyone ever really encountered a situation anything close to this though?  The other alternative response I could have provided was to have the girls go to class without peeing, and then pee their pants during their next class because they weren't allowed to use the bathroom (unless there was a free tardy or emergency pass available, or a doctor's note on file allowing them to go as often as needed).
This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a series focused on these characters set in the country of Pakistan. Some of you may be unfamiliar with the terms used or articles of clothing worn so I'll try to provide notes and paste pictures. This is pretty much what our main character Erum is wearing in this first chapter. Please tell me if you want this story continued and I'd welcome any and all criticism.  As the car barreled down the highway at 70 miles per hour, Erum felt a tingle in her bladder. Over on the drivers seat Noreen seemed entirely too focused on her driving. God only knows why, there was almost no one on this newly constructed stretch of the highway, especially at 4 AM on a Saturday. She peered over her shoulder to take a look at the backseat, where her nephew sat slumped, with the hood of his jacket covering his face. He was sleeping, as he had been for most of the night. Erum hadn't been able to find sleep in a car her entire life, even as a child she'd stayed awake on long cross country drives when most everyone dozed off at one point or another. Driving was a means to an end, how people found it enjoyable was lost to Erum. Her bladder tingled again. Erum looked over to the now empty thermos that sat at her feet, she understood that she probably shouldn't have drank all that tea over the past few hours, but what else was there to do on this monotonous drive. She shuffled in her seat to try and assume a more comfortable sitting position, bringing her thighs closer together she realized her need to pee was worse than she'd previously estimated. She had never been good at estimating. Hours of sitting on the scruffy seat had made her lower half numb, so it was only after some feeling returned to her legs and butt that she realized she had to pee really bad. She pressed her legs together tighter and turned to Noreen. "We should probably stop at the next rest area Noreen Baji". Said Erum. Note: 'Baji' is a term of respect used primarily for your older sister but is also used for any woman who is older than you. It is expected in Pakistani culture that a younger woman in the family will refer to the older one with the term. "We're only about an hour and a half away from Sadiqabad, we probably shouldn't stop before then. We're late as is." replied Noreen without ever taking her eyes of the road. An hour and a half wasn't that long, but considering how much Erum had drank over the course of the night it would get pretty uncomfortable, especially in this cold weather. "I just have to visit the loo really quickly" she blurted out as a tiny bit of color stained her cheeks. Needing to pee was natural of course, but Erum still felt extremely embarrassed whenever she was forced to admit to that need. This hesitation had placed her in a few challenging situations in her youth, but those incidents had taught her to become at least a little more forthcoming about needing a bathroom break. Noreen finally took her eyes off the road to glance in Erum's direction. Noreen was 7 year Erum's senior and had none of the physical gifts the younger woman had, yet she was still beautiful in her own right. She was fairly short at 5'2 to Erum's 5'7 and was slightly plump whilst Erum had almost a perfect hourglass figure. She had beautiful brown hair thanks to her Pashtun heritage and an easy, loving smile that she kept at the ready. And it was with this casual smile that she turned to Erum. "Oh, you should have told me earlier, with how much you've been squirming in your seat I probably should have seen it myself. We'll stop at the next area just hold it till then" she said whilst returning her gaze to the road. Color rose to Erum's cheeks again, she didn't realize she had been squirming so obviously. Yet two minutes later she shifted her legging clad legs again and lifted her butt to adjust and straighten her Kameez. Sitting still was getting hard now, her kidneys had released more urine into her bladder, increasing the pressure that was building in her bladder at an alarming pace. The tingle in her abdomen had gotten much more intense, with a rest area no where in sight Erum was fast becoming more and more concerned about her predicament. The next few minutes made her need much worse and forced Erum to cross her legs. Noreen looked over again. "There's a rest area coming up in about fifteen minutes can you hold it till then?" asked Noreen with genuine concern in her voice. Erum blushed furiously again. This was one of the many things she hated about Pakistani culture, anyone, even marginally, older than you treated you like a child. However this wasn't the time to challenge cultural norms, her bladder was a far more pressing concern. "Just drive a little quicker please Noreen Baji." she didn't even acknowledge the older woman's question in her reply. The thought of wetting herself at 29 years of age was not one she was ready to entertain. Noreen picked up a little more speed, having realized that the situation was getting very urgent and Erum continued to squirm in her seat. She shifted her weight from one side to another as she rubbed her thighs together. Her body was tightly wound and trembling now. She slid her left foot out of her shoe and lifted her butt to place her leg underneath her. She was hoping this would help. She was wrong. Erum's need to urinate compounded now and she could feel her bladder bulging. She clenched her sphincter muscle tightly, constantly fearing that her urethra would give way to the liquid begging to leave her bladder. She bit her lip and wound herself tighter, crossing her free leg over the one she was sitting on. She pressed her thighs closer together and rubbed her butt on the seat underneath. Whether either of this had any effect on her desperation, she wasn't sure. Erum was sitting on her foot, bobbing up and down, rubbing her thighs together with a hand buried between her legs when she first saw the flickering neon sign of a petrol station in the distance. But her need to urinate had grown insurmountable by this point. She felt her bladder twinge. A solitary burst of piss pressed through her clenched sphincter muscles. She felt the warm wetness escape her tired peehole and wet the crotch of her panties and leggings. A small gasp escaped Erum's throat as she redoubled her efforts to hold it. She probed with her fingers to check that the damage was minimal, and given that she was wearing a Kameez that fell to just above her knees, no one would be able to see her small accident. That is if she managed to hold the rest of her piss for the 10 seconds it would take to get to the petrol station. The car hadn't even come to a complete stop when Erum swung open her door and nearly jumped outside as she made a mad dash for the toilet sign in the back. The petrol station seemed abandoned at this early hour with no one in sight. Which was just as well since no one would see Erum running through the place with a hand buried between her legs. The toilet sign pointed to an alleyway on the backside of the single story shop that was adjoining the petrol station. By the time Erum turned into the alley she was on the cusp of wetting herself. Two steps in she looked at the solitary metal door on the wall and her heart sank. There was a large iron lock on the bolt barring the door to the toilet. Heat blossomed between her legs once more as another strong spurt of urine burst out of her tired peehole. This one further wet the crotch of her panties and dribbled down her left thigh almost halfway to her knee. Erum looked around quickly. The sun had not fully come out yet, there was no one here and the alley already stank of piss and worse. She quickly made up her mind and yanked her leggings and now soiled panties down in one go. Dropping to a squat was easy for someone who had used indian style toilets her entire life but even before she had fully dropped down a torrent escaped her peehole. PSSSHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT The sound of piss hitting concrete boomed through the narrow alley and the smell of fresh urine assaulted her nostrils. She pushed her crotch away from her directing her stream outwards to avoid splash back. A massive puddle started forming half a foot away from her as Erum's entire body shuddered with the pleasure of relief forcing her to arch her head backwards and close her eyes. She peed for more than a minute before her torrent became a stream and then a trickle. So she was naturally surprised when she opened her eyes to the sight of Noreen, her sister in law, standing at the start of the alley, with a look of shock on her face, hand covering her gasping mouth.
This is the second chapter, it doesn't technically have a wetting of its own but this was always the intention I wanted the story to go. Hopefully some people find it enjoyable. Again I would welcome criticism on both the plot and the especially on the writing itself, as I'm trying to improve. Chapter 2 Noreen looked on as Erum exited the car and ran for the bathroom with her hand clutching her womanhood in a most unseemly way. The poor girl had been dying for a piss, probably the entire night, and hadn't informed Noreen until it was nearly too late. Still, she was glad they had found a toilet when they did – who knew how long Erum would have been able to hold it if they hadn't seen this petrol station. Noreen pulled the car to the side and parked it. Glancing at the rear-view mirror, she saw that her nephew was still sleeping peacefully in the back. She decided that this was probably a good time to relieve her own bladder as well – the last time she had peed was 8 PM the previous night. She exited the car as silently as she could, and started making her way to the alley with the toilet sign next to it. Noreen was still fairly far from the mouth of the alley when she started hearing a thunderous sound. It sounded like water hitting the ground with considerable pressure. Had Erum somehow broken a pipe in her haste to get to the bathroom? Her question of course, was answered when she took the final few steps to reach the turn. Erum was dropped to a half squat in front of the locked bathroom door. Her underwear and leggings pulled down to her knees, head arched backwards in either relief or pleasure. All of this made sense too, since a thick stream of golden liquid was shooting out of her peehole, at an almost unbelievable rate. Noreen realized her mouth was wide open, as she watched her sister in law – a woman of almost 30- shamelessly make water in an alley behind some backwater petrol station. Noreen was too shocked to say anything, and Erum didn't even seem to notice, so the older woman did nothing but look on in awe as the stream of piss coming out of her sister in law's body slowly subsided. After more than half a minute of peeing, Erum finally opened her eyes and glanced in Noreen's directions. She let out a surprised shriek as her hands darted to cover her exposed womanhood. 'Too late for that' Noreen thought to herself. She could see Erum's face burning with shame, as she mumbled – struggling to put words together. What words could possibly explain this situation ? Noreen herself didn't know. "The... uh door was locked.." she sputtered " and I couldn't wait.. no one was here . I thought I'd just go..." she was clearly having a hard time explaining. She must have suddenly realized that she was still squatting on the ground, hands covering her naked and wet crotch, since she darted upright, letting the front of her Kameez fall over and partially cover her exposed lower body. Noreen realized that she had enjoyed the spectacle so far, in an almost dark and perverted way. Pleasure had built up in her lower body and now her womanhood pulsated with heat. Had she enjoyed watching Erum pee? Or was her pleasure derived from watching the younger woman's naked body? Both possibilities made her feel guilty given the traditional background Noreen belonged to. Yet she still felt aroused. "Noreen Baji?" Erum's question jolted her back to reality. Dazed in her thoughts she seemed to have missed what the younger woman said before. "What?" answered Noreen. "I'm sorry Noreen Baji, I didn't know what to do" she said with her cheeks still bright red. "It was very urgent and there was nowhere else to go. You won't tell anyone will you?" Of course she wouldn't tell anyone, where would this even come up? And her own feelings on the matter made her more than a little uncomfortable. Yet the throbbing in her pussy continued. She hadn't even addressed Erum's question, confused by the heat between her legs, when she saw the younger woman bending over to pull her leggings back up. "Wait." she said finally. Erum froze midway, and eyed Noreen quizzically. "Don't pull your clothes back up, you haven't even wiped yet." said Noreen. "You don't want to sit around with wet underwear the rest of the way." "I'm uhh.... not even that wet honestly, it'll be fine" said Erum as she fidgeted with her leggings and underwear. Clearly unsure of what to do. "Oh just wait a few seconds, there's no one to see you here anyway" asserted Noreen as she walked towards Erum and produced a pack of tissue paper from her handbag. " Just lift your kameez so I can help you properly clean up" she instructed. The younger woman was clearly very embarrassed by what was happening, but she couldn't find the words to protest. Hanging her head in shame, she complied with the request. As she slowly lifted the front of her kameez, revealing her legs and crotch once more, Noreen saw for the first time – up close – what the extent of the damage was. Erum's neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair was wet with urine, Noreen struggled to take her eyes of it. As she scanned lower she saw droplets of pee glistening on the inside of Erum's thighs, with a few slowly making their way down her legs and, no doubt, into her jumbled up leggings and underwear. . As she continued downwards she saw that the crotch of Erum's panties was very wet, which meant that she had definitely lost control before she managed to get her pants out of the way. Although it was hard to make out in the early morning light, Noreen was sure that the crotch of her leggings would also be in a similar state. "Ummm" the sound of Erum's voice broke Noreen out of her trance, and she realized she had been staring at the other woman's naked body for what must have been ten to twenty seconds. Without offering an explanation Noreen picked out a few tissues from the pack and started gently rubbing the insides of Erum's legs from the knees up. Slowly moving upwards she avoided the pubic hair and started work on cleaning the upper inner side of her thighs. From the thighs she moved backwards, as she realized the lower part of her butt-cheeks were also wet, presumably from having peed with her pants still on. As she worked on her butt Erum squirmed around uncomfortably and shifted her weight from left to right. Content with having dried her butt,Noreen looked at the tissues in her hand. They were completely soaked through and unusable. She threw the tissues to the side and removed a fresh one, with which she started work on the topmost part of Erum's thighs, which she had avoided up till now. Slowly cleaning the droplets of pee from around her labia, Noreen slowly moved to the other woman's pubic hair. She dabbed it carefully with a fresh tissue, absorbing all of the pee that her sopping bush was holding. Noreen's heart was already racing, she was extremely turned on by this. She felt heat swirling in her own crotch, whilst she squatted before the other woman, cleaning her piss stained legs. The thought made her shudder with pleasure, and momentarily, her cheeks turned a dark shade of pink. This was obviously wrong? Wasn't it? But then why did it feel so good? Now wasn't the time to stop, she decided and she took a chance. "Just a few more seconds until you're all dry" insisted Noreen as she took yet another fresh tissue to Erum's labia. She cautiously dabbed at her inner labia, ensuring that every single drop of piss would be soaked into the tissue. Daring further, she parted Erum's labia and ventured inside. The sudden intrusion inside her body made Erum jump and she instinctively pressed her legs together, trapping Noreen's hand between them. Noreen looked up to Erum's reddened face and , with her free hand, pried her legs apart. All the while, she gave no indication that she enjoyed this, she was merely doing her best to clean Erum up. Reluctantly, Erum parted her legs again and Noreen went to work once more. As she dabbed the inside of Erum's labia a soft moan escaped the younger woman's mouth. Noreen looked up again, she saw that Erum had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip. The small arch that her neck was making made it clear that she too had begun to enjoy the activity. As much as Noreen herself was enjoying this, she realized it had to end. They were two women, in a conservative country no less, out in the open where someone could walk by and see them any second. The thought of the consequences that might have made her shudder and she pulled back her hand. Without looking at Erum she took her free hand and methodically felt around her legs and thighs, under the guise of checking if there were any wet spots left. She moved her hand over the soft flesh of Erum's smooth legs, up to her thighs and finally to her butt, where she stole a quick squeeze of the lowest part of her left butt-cheek. "There. You're all dry now" beamed Noreen as strands of light brown hair fell over her face. "Now we just have to do something about your wet underwear. Just wait here while I get you a fresh pair from your bag" But before she could even rise up from her squat, a short spurt of hot piss forced it way out of urethra, instantly warming the crotch of her panties. She shot up instantly and pressed her thighs together. With how invested she was in cleaning Erum, she seemed to have forgotten about her own, now extremely urgent, need. She eyed the bolted wooden door, and wondered what to do next.
Here's chapter . There's at least one more chapter to come, but that may change depending on where this story goes. Again I would welcome critique of both the plot and the writing itself. Chapter 3 Noreen’s thighs clamped together and her hand instinctively shot towards her crotch as the first droplets of urine escaped her peehole. She managed to stem the flow almost instantly but felt the crotch of her panties get warm as piss slowly soaked into the fabric. Her need to pee hadn’t even been that bad to begin with. Originally, she had planned on waiting until they reached Sadiqabad before relieving herself. Then why was she suddenly leaking in her clothes? Was it somehow because of the ‘other tingling’ she had felt whilst watching Erum pee and then cleaning her, or was it simply because of the cold. Her thoughts were interrupted as another strong wave of desperation overcame her, causing her to wince and double over. “Are you alright Noreen Baji?” asked Erum, having noticed the predicament the older woman was in. Noreen tried to her best to compose herself before answering “I feel like this would be a good time for me to relieve myself as well, given that we’ve already made the stop” said Noreen, trying to make it sound nonchalant. She had seen Erum, fully exposed, pissing out in the open and she’d enjoyed it. She had enjoyed the cleanup afterwards even more, yet the thought of bringing up her own need still left Noreen very uncomfortable. Another surge of desperation hit Noreen and she realized a decision had to be made. “Erum, can you please stand watch while I pee as well.” the words came out sounding like a desperate plea.” Just warn me if anyone comes in this direction, the sun is already out.” Erum, having lost the capacity to be shocked, merely nodded in response as she pulled up her soiled panties and leggings. She wriggled a little, to get her panties into place, and made her way over to the mouth of the alley. Noreen fidgeted in place for a few seconds, hoping that she wouldn’t need to say it, before speaking up. “Can you… ummm….please turn around?” she said with as much authority as she could muster. It still sounded meek. Erum considered it for a few seconds, given what had happened not five minutes ago, she wasn’t sure the request was a reasonable one. But the cold sogginess she felt around her crotch and butt reminded her, that all she wanted was for this to end. So she turned around, facing outward. Noreen squirmed around impatiently whilst Erum had deliberated on whether to turn around or not. ‘Did Erum want to see me pissing aswell?’ The thought made her blush. Surely that couldn’t be true, but then what had she thought about before turning around? Or was she simply disoriented because of what had happened so far. Noreen’s thoughts were once again interrupted as her urethra twitched, a torrent of pis  struggling to find its way out. Noreen realized that she could not bring herself to pee facing Erum’s direction. The thought of exposing her pussy like that made her blush furiously, so she too, turned around. With her back to Erum, Noreen pulled down her Salwar and underwear, dropping to a squat. A sudden gust of cold wind made her wince. Knives of phantom ice assaulted her posterior, biting into her flesh , giving her goosebumps. Noreen’s butt shivered as her  pent up piss begged for relief. As hard as she was finding letting go in this weather, the amount of pee her body held was not to be contained for long. A short yelp exited her throat as she finally relaxed her sphincter muscles, producing a strong stream of piss. PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTT Noreen’s pee hit the concrete floor with considerable force, producing a booming sound which might have eclipsed Erum’s own. As the sound carried over, Erum couldn’t help but turn her head slightly. At the other end of the alley, her sister-in-law squatted, facing the other direction, whilst her urethra produced what seemed like the most powerful stream of piss that Erum had ever seen. Coils of steam rose up from the fast expanding puddle at Noreen’s feet and an acrid smell filled the alley. Erum could see that the force of Noreen’s stream was causing droplets of piss to splash back onto her naked butt, but the older woman seemed either unbothered by it or unable to do anything about it.   Noreen had barely been peeing for ten seconds when Erum heard a sound in the distance. Her head jerked almost involuntarily towards the origin of the sound where she saw another car pulling up less than a hundred meters from their own. Eyeing a mother and a child she had no doubt that the car’s passengers would be walking in the toilets’ direction very soon. “Noreen BAJI.” she hissed as panic gripped her. “STOP. There’s someone coming” she said as she slid a few feet into the alley. Noreen immediately cut off her stream as she heard Erum’s voice. Cutting off mid-piss caused her urethra to burn, as a flood of piss crashed into its inner walls. As the last drops of her unfinished piss leaked out, she felt some of it  drip down the inside of her left upper thigh, wetting the bottom of her right butt-cheek. She turned her head to see that Erum was facing her, and had a clear view of her exposed ass. Noreen’s cheeks burned with shame as she instantly shot up pulling up her Salwar and underwear. The wetness of her thighs and butt soaked into Noreen’s clothing, causing her Salwar to dampen. “What happened?” she asked. “There’s some people coming this way” repeated Erum . This was obviously bad. Getting caught with two fresh puddles of urine in an alley was not a situation Noreen had experience handling. So she took the only option left, and started walking away. Erum took her lead and followed her out of the alley, back to their car. They held their heads high and pretended nothing was amiss as they passed the woman and her two children who had exited the newly arrived vehicle. As soon as they were past, Noreen picked up the pace. Given her still desperate situation, Noreen did her best to shuffle towards the car with her legs pressed together. Erum followed, matching the older woman’s speed. “You drive” said Noreen as she tossed Erum the keys and got into the passenger seat. Erum entered from the other side and immediately fired up the engine. Pulling out and back on to the highway as the woman and her children, no doubt walked into the alley drenched in piss. As the car accelerated, Erum looked over at Noreen. She had barely peed for ten seconds, and Erum could see that she was struggling. Her face twisted in pain, Noreen had both hands buried between her legs. She moved her lower body from side to side as she fought off wave after wave of desperation. This ride wasn’t over yet.
This is potentially the final chapter of this story. I was originally planning on using the 3rd character in one of the wetting scenarios but can't think of ways to organically make that happen, so I've decided to let this story end here for the moment. Once again I welcome any sort of criticism or advice anyone has for me.  I hope you guys enjoy. Chapter 4 The old petrol engine produced a rhythmic buzzing sound as the car sped down the highway. The morning sun had finally risen far enough past the horizon to bathe the road, and surrounding fields in fresh daylight. Erum had her foot on the pedal, and her nephew still dozed silently in the backseat. Noreen wasn’t paying much attention to any of this however, as she struggled desperately to avoid a  wetting accident in the passenger seat of her own car. It was evident to Noreen how ironic the situation, in which she currently found herself, was. Not half an hour ago, herself and Erum were on opposing sides of the same predicament. With one frantically desperate for a piss and the other looking for a way to help. Noreen ground her thighs together with both her hands still in between as another strong wave of desperation made her wince. Her palms could constantly feel the dampness in her salwar from her unfinished pee in the alley. If she could relieve herself soon, the situation would remain manageable. With the sort of clothing she was wearing, spotting the wetness on the thighs of her Salwar  would be nearly impossible- but all of this would ONLY matter if she could relieve herself soon. As Erum floored the car down the highway, her mind raced with possibilities of what to do. They had left what was possibly the only petrol station on this far flung patch of the highway, finding another one in any reasonable amount of time seemed unlikely. Then again, what even was a reasonable amount of time? Her sister in law was struggling desperately to contain her piss on the passenger seat, and from the looks of it she wouldn’t last very long. Was pulling over even an option? Her heart had raced even as she pissed in a mostly covered alley in relative darkness. Pulling over in broad daylight on the side of a highway didn’t seem like something either of them could pull off. A part of her wanted to see how long Noreen could wait. A dark, deep, perverted part that she rarely, if ever, let surface. That part wanted to delay, and see what would happen. “ERUM.” Noreen’s hiss broke Erum out of her thoughts. “You need to find a place to stop. AND FAST. I really need a pee.” Noreen was almost whispering, to avoid waking up their nephew, but her tone sounded frantic. “I’m looking Noreen Baji.” replied Erum. “ I’ll stop as soon as I see anything.” she said in an equally low voice. “But you have to find something quick. I can’t hold it much longer.” Noreen pled. Erum acknowledged the question with a hesitant nod as her eyes halfheartedly scanned the distance for signs of a toilet. Noreen was now realizing that it was that short pee in the alley that was behind most of her current problems. Conventional wisdom would say that peeing, even a little bit, would have relieved some of the pressure on her bladder, but Noreen had experienced the exact opposite. Ever since she had been forced to cut off mid-pee, her peehole had been burning violently. She believed that if she hadn’t started to pee back then, she would be in a much better position to hold it right now.As it stood, however, her urethra burned like it was on fire, as it held back a torrent of piss wanting release.   Erum was convinced there wouldn’t be another place to stop, not in time for Noreen to visit the toilet anyway. The only way Noreen could hope to relieve herself now would be to pop a squat on the side of the road. And although this would have seemed like a far off possibility an hour ago, Erum could see Noreen making the request given her constantly rising need. Erum’s perversion had partially taken over by now, she didn’t know what exactly turned her on, or even if she WAS turned on, but she wanted to make Noreen wait. Was this her brain somehow getting back at Noreen for how she humiliated her back in the alley? But Erum herself had started to enjoy that situation by the end, even though she’d never admit it to another soul. Noreen sucked air through her teeth as wave after wave of desperation assaulted her lower body -- each with increased intensity. The palms of her hands were both slick with sweat and piss, as she rubbed her thighs over them in a hard fight against her bladder. A fight she was on the verge of losing. A fresh, intense, surge of desperation caused her to jump. She removed her left hand out from between her legs and crossed her left right leg over the left. She then took her, now free, left hand and sat on it. Using the hand to firmly clutch her left butt-cheek, she  extended her middle finger to press just over her pussy. She had thought using one hand from the top and one from the bottom would help manage her desperation, even a little bit, but she was proven wrong when a three second burst of piss escaped her inflamed peehole. Noreen used all the control she had left to contract her sphincter muscles once again as the piss from her short spurt spread, soaking into her already damp panties and Salwar. She felt the wetness on her fingers, but it hadn’t leaked to the seat covers -- not yet in anycase. Noreen, having realized her current holding techniques weren’t cutting it, momentarily removed her right hand from between her thighs. She sucked in a mouthful of air as she braced herself for holding her pee without the help of her right hand, and pressed her legs even tighter together. This was not something Noreen ever thought she’d do, especially in a car with both her nephew and her sister in law, but with how bad her desperation had gotten she saw no other option. But Noreen couldn’t help but blush as she carefully probed around her waist, and slid her hand down the inside of her Salwar. She was glad, that at least her nephew was asleep, and she didn’t dare look in Erum’s direction as her hand moved deeper inside, sliding into her panties and onto her crotch. She placed her middle finger directly over her peehole, as the rest of her hand struggled to clutch anything it could find. Erum had been noticing Noreen’s struggle from the corner of her eye, and she’d almost let out a surprised yelp as Noreen slid her hand inside her Salwar to hold herself. Noreen had always been the wise, calm and collected woman in the family, and although she was always very helpful, it was almost in a condescending ‘I’m better than you’ kind of way. She had always treated women in the family younger than her, especially Erum like children. Given all of this, watching Noreen reduced to this state, gave Erum a dark, perverted sense of pleasure. She could admit it to herself now, as heat built up around her crotch, that she was definitely enjoying this. She was so turned on in fact, that she momentarily forgot about the soiled state of her own leggings. More pee escaped Noreen’s urethra. She felt hot piss spray past her middle finger as it exploded out of her burning peehole. She sucked in through her teeth once again in an effort to stop the piss, which she managed to do, but not before a long ten second spurt had forced its way out. Warmth spread around noreen’s crotch as the spray of piss soaked, first into her panties, then her Salwar and finally onto the seat underneath. She felt the pee flow past the fingers of her left hand, the one she sat on, as it pooled on the seat underneath, evenly absorbing into the butt of her Salwar and the worn fabric of the seat. Noreen’s cheeks burned red as she realized she’d crossed the threshold. She’d made a large wet patch underneath her. She’d had an accident, and there was no way to avoid it, all she could do was delay until she would be discovered by Erum. Meanwhile, her need to pee was as strong as ever. Erum couldn’t see the evidence of Noreen’s accident when she glanced over, and as such she didn’t yet know that Noreen had started losing the battle against her bladder. But she couldn’t help but notice that something was off as she saw Noreen nervously eyeing her feet, her cheeks painted red,  refusing to look up. The smell of piss might have given away Noreen’s ‘little accident’ was it not for the fact that Erum’s own clothing was substantially soaked. Suspecting something was off, Erum finally spoke. “I think there’s a rest area about 20 minutes from here Noreen Baji. Just try and  hold on until then” said Erum in a reassuring tone. She found herself enjoying talking to Noreen like a child. It was becoming clear why Noreen always acted like this. “Uhh… ok..” was all Noreen managed to say. Highways like the one Erum and Noreen were on are mostly used by cargo trucks in the country. And with so many overloaded trucks passing over the cheaply built roads, there’s a lot of re-laying needed as the condition of the road deteriorates. This re-laying often causes patches of road which are built differently than the rest of the road, and are bumpy as a result. And it was exactly this sort of rough-patch that their vehicle was fast approaching.   Noreen jumped as their car entered the bumpy patch of road. Her sphincter muscles, after being pushed to their limits, finally relaxed. Noreen’s peehole opened wide as a strong stream of piss shot out, and past her clutching hands. Her piss forced its way through her clothing and only stopped when it hit the thick fabric of the seat cover. SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH The unmistakable sound of piss filled the car as Noreen sat deathly silent, still hoping, still trying, to somehow contain her piss. Her massive stream pooled underneath her butt and the wet patch on her seat grew. The seat cover couldn't absorb piss in the quantity Noreen was releasing it at, so with nowhere to go, the pool of piss made its way into the tight spaces between her thighs and her buttcrack. Some of the pee absorbed into the back of her Kameez making the small of her back wet. With nowhere left to go, the piss finally spilled over from her seat down onto the floor of the car. Noreen could do nothing but sob silently, as she helplessly wet herself like a toddler. She emptied nearly half of her bladder before she managed to wrest back control of her own body, and stopped. Erum had instinctively pulled the car over to the side of the road when she had first heard the sound of Noreen peeing herself. Noreen herself hadn’t seemed to have noticed as she sat there, sobbing as the puddle of piss underneath her expanded. Erum was in awe of just how much piss Noreen had been holding. There wasn’t a single dry spot on the seat underneath her. Some piss had even climbed the backrest of the seat, yet more had spilled onto the floor. Erum’s mouth was wide open in a gasp as she realized Noreen had finally stopped peeing. She broke the uneasy  silence. “Oh my…” she said. “You should have told me Noreen baji, I would have pulled over sooner. Now you’ve made a mess” “I..sniff…  uhh… didn’t know…sniff… .. I just…. I just had to go really bad” Noreen forced the words out between sobs. “I’m … sniff… sorry”. The heat blooming between Erum’s legs had reached its peak. Erum HAD enjoyed this, and she wasn’t done yet. Facing Noreen with sympathetic eyes, Erum took a hold of the older woman’s chin and raised Noreen’s tear-streaked face to her own. “Its ok Noreen Baji”. She said tenderly.” Accidents happen, but you should have made me stop earlier.”Noreen merely nodded as she held back a sob. “Now do you still have to pee, or did you let all of it out?” asked Erum. Noreen hesitantly nodded, as her bladder still held a large quantity of piss. “Well then you should get out and finish your pee.” She said, in the most patronizing tone she could manage. Noreen looked scared. “Let’s just.. sniff.. get to a rest area… what if someone .. sniff .. sees me here” she blurted out between sobs. “There probably won’t be any more rest areas for a while yet, and what if you can’t hold it and wet yourself again? It’s probably best that you get out now and finish your pee Noreen Baji”. She stressed the honorific, to drive in the fact that their roles had been reversed. Noreen continued to sob as she had no choice but to agree to Erum’s ‘request’. She opened the door and stepped out of the car. As she stepped out, drops of piss started falling to the ground from her overfilled salwar. Rivulets of pee that had pooled inside her clothing ran down her legs and into her shoes and onto the ground. Erum felt pleasure pulsating through her body as she watched Noreen stepping out of the car. She took in all the details of her sorry state. With how much she’d peed, the bottom of her Kameez ,which was covering her butt, and most of her salwar had become see-through, giving Erum a clear view of Noreen’s ass. Her white panties did little to hide anything. Erum felt her hand slide over her throbbing pussy as she gave herself a quick squeeze. Noreen stood around in the cold, her clothing wet, she was both crying and shivering, as cars passed by. She seemed to be lost, unsure of what to do. Erum looked at her for a few more seconds and decided that Noreen might freeze to death left to her own devices. “Noreen Baji, you have to pee NOW. It’s cold out and you can’t stand there forever” she said. Noreen was doing her best to not cry, but a few sobs still escaped as she faced away from Erum and grabbed the waist of her Salwar. Erum could swear that she saw fresh liquid running down the back of her legs as she turned away from her, but said nothing. Noreen grabbed her soiled salwar and peeled it off her wet body, revealing her smooth, glistening legs. She lifted the backside of her kameez and tucked it under her left arm, which gave Erum a clear view of her soiled panties. The plain white panties were soaked through and through and showed off Noreen’s ass clearly. The panties were stuck to Noreen’s ass and were still dripping piss, which confirmed Erum’s suspicions that Noreen had wet herself once again, standing there. Noreen peeled the panties off her wet ass, as another sob escaped her, and squatted right there where Erum could clearly see her. As she squatted on the ground, her cheeks parted, and droplets of piss spilled out from between her crack. Erum was surprised to see that even Noreen’s butthole was wet from the flood she’d caused in the car, but she felt her own pulse rising as a result. Erum looked on as Noreen clenched and unclenched her asshole, she was struggling to release her piss now that she was out in the cold. Noreen’s pee trickled out of her urethra. With how slow it was, it ran down the inside of her left thigh and leg, but given how wet she already was, Noreen saw no point in trying to do anything about it. She slowly picked up the pace and her pee formed a steady stream. Steam rose up from the ground as Noreen’s pee formed a puddle on the asphalt underneath, she continued peeing for a minute before her pee finally slowed back down to a trickle and tapered off with a few more spurts. Erum was now firmly massaging her clit over her own damp leggings as she watched Noreen pee. Not wanting the moment to end she called out to Noreen just as she was looking to stand back up. “Noreen Baji, make sure to get it all out. We can’t risk you having another accident” she said. Erum couldn’t see her face, and Noreen thought it impossible, but she blushed even harder as she heard her sister-in-law lecture her like a child. Yet she acquiesced. Erum saw as Noreen slid one foot further apart, widening the stance of her squat. Her asshole seemed to flex with the force she was exerting and she grunted, as she produced a fresh 3 second spurt of piss. She shuffled around a little and grunted again, producing another strong stream that shot into the ground. She exerted a third a time but only a few droplets came out this time.Her bladder was finally completely empty. Erum would have been even more shocked by the amount of pee Noreen produced had she not been nearing a climax. Noreen gathered her clothes to stand back up and Erum forcibly removed her hand from her crotch as they both heard a voice they had forgotten about. “Uhhhh, what's going on?” said their nephew, who had finally woken up.
Hey, everyone! I'm very pleased to announce the (probably not very) highly anticipated third part to Bethany of the Isle! See part 2 here. This story is really coming into its own and I've already got big plans for the future. I'd love some thoughts on it, whatever they may be.WARNING for those who'd like to know: There is partial and implicit non-sexual nudity in adults and minors. Nothing worse than before, but If that's too leery a subject matter, I do apologize. ------------------------------ The stares were inevitable. Not only was the pee in her jeans as plain as day in the pale denim, but still heavy enough to swish, squelch, and slap with every step. The people who otherwise would have missed noticing were turning around to see what the wet ruckus was. Her face remained some more or less intense shade of red until away from the crowds. Calling the Uber would give her something else to think about for a minute. Not that it worked very well, as she had to wipe the pee droplets that had seeped through her pocket off her phone too. All that remained was minutes of stewing in being so wet. Shortly afterward, the SUV they were expecting appeared in the pick-up loop. The driver rolled down his window to greet them. Upon seeing her dark jeans, however, his welcoming smile fled. “Did you have a wetting accident?” No, doofus, I did a split in a kiddie pool. “Yeah, sorry!” Bethany said instead, wincing. Maybe he would take pity. “Oh, I’m sorry, but I can’t take you.” “What? Why?” she whined, “I could put a towel down or something. Please!” Her mother stood by in silence, likely too shocked to think of something helpful. The driver gave a sympathetic frown, but did not relent. “I think you should get rid of those wet pants if you want any rideshare drivers to take you. They won’t want to dirty their cars. Sorry again but best of luck.” He conspicuously canceled the ride on his phone and drove away. Bethany’s lower lip curled and tears again filled her eyes. “Great, now what?” she squeaked, “I’ll have to change in front of everybody in that weird shower room and put my wet pants in with the clean stuff! Or throw them out I guess.” She tried to resist hyperventilating while watching the traffic pass by. “Shh, it’s okay baby,” her mother said, rubbing her pitiful daughter’s back, “You don't have to do any of that. How about this instead? I’ll call the grandparents. I know they hate the airport, but they’ll come here for us.” It was fitting Bethany would arrive to them like this. She had not seen them in person since being recently out of diapers. Her mom made the call, revealing “Beth had a little bladder accident” as the reason for asking their help. Bethany had begun to grow numb to the shame that had cut at her regularly for the past hour or so. At least meeting them here would beat being stranded until she sunk low enough to face the guy at the desk again. In twenty minutes, her grandpa’s old crew cab rumbled into a parking spot nearby. The statuesque couple-- he with his boater’s shirt and swashbuckler’s goatee, and she barefoot beneath a sleeveless, floral-print sundress, emerged. Bethany hung back, letting the others exchange greetings first. “Ooh, Nancy, so glad you’re back!” her grandpa said, squeezing her mom tightly, “How was the flight?” The chit-chat was not to last forever. They wanted to see her. “And is this Bethany?” her grandmother asked with a huge smile, “The girl I remember wasn’t three feet tall! I knew you would grow up to be beautiful, but my goodness.” The woman wrapped her in an enveloping hug, as if she were not a reeking mess. Bethany answered, barely audibly, “It’s great to see you guys too. Great to finally make it here. Sorry I peed.” She rubbed her hands down her thighs to speed their drying, nominally as it worked. At least the elephant in the room had been addressed. “Phooey,” her grandma said, “Don’t even mention it. Cress is a… ‘special’ place. Takes some getting used to.” “Thanks,” she said, surrendering to the first hopeful smile in recent memory. Her grandfather took charge again. “But you ladies didn’t fly across the ocean to stand in the parking lot,” he said, “Let’s get you home.” “Should we put a towel on the seat or something?” Bethany asked. “Nah, don’t worry about it,” her grandpa said, “You look only a little damp anyway.” The fact that the grandparents she hadn’t seen in over ten years were discussing the amount of pee in her pants was not overlooked, but there was nothing to be done about it. She just nodded and climbed in the back with her mother. Home. The word echoed in her head as they departed. It was no longer “the grandparents’ house” as a barely real concept on some far-flung island. It was now Bethany’s house too, and this was her island. For better or worse. Despite how well the family took her accident in stride, in the moment it was for the worse. Any humiliation suffered here could not be escaped by flying back. This was it. Furthermore, that new humiliation was coming fast. She had to pee again. She swallowed and breathed deeply while looking out the window, trying to will it away. But this was not a feeble, beginning twinge. She crossed her legs and pressed on her crotch, wet as it still was, and hoped to go unnoticed. “Shall we take the scenic route?” her grandfather asked, “Cape Mackie’s got plenty to see from the road.” Her mother started in with something, but Bethany interrupted, “I’d really rather just get there, please.” “Alright, I’ve gotcha, kiddo. There is one statue on the way I can point out though.” Any possible excitement was lost on her. However little pee could have collected in the short while since her bathroom visit drove into her like a spear. Coupled with the rough ride in the truck, how she could make it there without getting wetter so far eluded her. After a particularly jarring bump, her pee made a run for the tired muscles keeping it back. A bolt of pain accompanied. When she tried to let out a drop to ease the urge’s sharpness, it came as a thin stream. Her chilled panties were temporarily warm again, and there was plenty more to come. Not again. Not here. No way the grandparents’ forgiveness would extend to peeing herself in the truck. She whimpered a little too loudly. “You okay, Beth?” Her mom asked. “Yeah,” she answered, recalling that it was crude to announce one’s need to pee, no matter how dire. Her mother must have seen her twisted pose, so the lie was purely formal. “Is there anywhere to stop with accommodations? Or if we could pull over to take a walk. I just feel bad sitting back here in smelly pants.” “I guess we could stop by Vinnie,” her grandpa said, “Vinnie Vitruvian. It’s what we call the statue I mentioned. You’ll know it when you see it.” Bethany prayed it was close by. It was. Only a few minutes of bouncing her knee and dreading another accident had gone by before a colossal bronze statue, stretching his limbs and framed by a circle and square like da Vinci’s famous sketch, loomed ahead. “There he is,” her grandfather gushed, his voice full of awe, “If you hadn’t guessed already, the Cress love renaissance men and other thinkers. Da Vinci is something of one of the island’s cultural founders. He believed the human form was among the most exquisitely beautiful things in nature.” “That’s cool, Grandpa,” Bethany groaned, “But I really want to get out now. Can we find a place to park, please?” Her bladder muscles trembled. “What’s the rush?” he replied, “This truck’s been through worse than a little- what’s that sound? Uh-oh.” He was interrupted by the splashing of liquid in the back seat. There was no hope for Bethany to save herself. Seated, buttoned, and buckled in, she had run out of strength. Piss rushed unchecked into her jeans, hot and forceful as before. The foaming urine ran in a river and pooled around her in the leather seat. Some even soaked into the hem of her hoodie, and on the sleeves where she held it back with her hands. She was beyond wanting to cry this time as the flow trailed off. Shock and shame had given way to resignation. This was her life now. “Sorry,” she mumbled, “I tried not to.” Her mother rubbed her on the shoulder. “Don’t you worry about a thing,” her grandpa said, finding a parking spot and stopping the truck, “You told us you wanted to get out, and it’s been a long day. But I bet you’ve had enough of sitting in those wet things. We can throw ‘em in the back if you want.” “That would be nice, but where am I gonna change?”  There were certainly no bathrooms around. “Huh?” her grandpa began, as if that were an odd question, “What do you mean? What’s wrong with here?” Bethany’s jaw dropped. He's joking, right? The huge statue in the park stared over the dozens of people relaxing on the lawn before it. Some reasonably went without shoes or shirts, but curiously, it was not only the boys. Some of the girls went around in their bras, others without that too. A smaller, but still considerable number played and reclined without pants. Or in a few cases, bottom underwear. “I’m supposed to get half-naked in front of everyone?!” “Continentals, dear,” her grandma reminded him. She turned to Bethany and said, “It’s just like your grandpa was saying. The people here respect and admire our bodies. It’s not embarrassing or necessarily sexual to be seen with no clothes on. And on a warm day like this? It would be crazy to cover up!” Bethany was about to disagree, but came up with no counter. “Sooo, you’re nudists.” She simply sighed, “When in Rome, I guess.” “Well, some of us make a lifestyle out of it,” her grandma said, “But for most it’s just normal.” Her grandpa reaffirmed, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But you can.” Bethany’s heart thumped. They really expected this teenage girl to strip down in full view of her family and a hundred strangers. But her clothes were cold, smelly, and binding. Outside of her old school's locker room, she had not been in less than a swimsuit around anyone other than her parents when they taught her bathroom habits. It appeared the time that would change was now. “Alright,” she said, “I’ll do it.” Her grandma smiled. “Nothing your mother hasn’t seen before, at least.” They all exited the truck. The sun in the cloudless sky warmed Bethany’s face and scalp, while a brisk breeze chilled the wet spots in her clothing. Slipping her shoes off and letting her bare soles touch the asphalt completed the sensory smorgasbord. First she shed her hoodie as a baby step; she still had a pale green tank top on underneath. After that, there was no more stalling. She took a breath, unbuttoned her jeans, and climbed out of them. At least the bold two-tone blues in her underwear were dark enough to prevent them from turning see-through from the moisture, but her grandparents were right; no one was paying attention when she deposited her wet clothes in the truck bed. The air and sunlight were a balm to her bare legs. “Still want that walk while we let everything dry out?” Her grandpa asked. Bethany tried another deep breath to relax herself. It worked a little. Maybe time would make strutting around in her underwear feel less wrong. “I guess,” she said. When they started across the grass, her grandpa clapped Bethany on the back and grinned. “Not too shabby, Beth. Your first day here, and already a true islander. Welcome to Cress.” She returned his smile. This kind of intro could be one more worth remembering. Edited December 15, 2018 by AliasnameTO (see edit history)
“Brett?”  Brett’s attention shifted off his hands that lay awkwardly in his lap, up to Vanessa in the front passenger seat.  “We’re here."  Brett nodded to that, and the throbbing in his lower abdomen hit him again, causing him to wince and glance to his pants nervously. The car ride had been Hell, for he’d felt strong desperation hours ago, and the traffic that ensued made it impossible to stop somewhere. The other guys in the seat on either side of him of course didn’t help either. Especially not Cael. While Brett was trying not to squirm they searched for a bottle and Trent found one that was 75 percent full with tea.  "Well you have an option here, either you only go enough to fill the rest of it, or you drink what’s in here and then go in it,” Trent said, staring at the bottle, then to Brett.  All of it sounded like a death sentence to Brett, and the sight of the tea, an ever-appropriate color, only made it worse. Even if the bottle was empty, he was still pee-shy. Brett looked away with defeat in his light green eyes that shone like a cats from holding back tears behind his thick lashes.  “I don’t think I can do it, Trent, if I’m going to be honest.” Brett said, his voice cracking lightly.  Cael looked around on the ground again, accidentally occasionally bumping Brett’s knee which caused Brett to wince as he watched the stubborn blond. Cael moved his mouth in a half-smirking type of expression and offered,  “I’ll drink it.”  “Then you’ll have to pee.” Brett said.  Cael shrugged “I can hold it,” and Trent raised his brow in slight disbelief, causing his long dark hair to move slightly.  Cael took the bottle from Trent, undid the cap, and put the bottle to his lips and as he drank he couldn’t help but feel amused by Brett’s slight shivering in response. Trent put his hand on his shoulder and it caused Brett to leak a bit, gritting his teeth. Cael then got the nerve to pour the tea into his mouth and the stream and the sound of it hitting the inside of his mouth made Brett squirm and spasm, and he snapped, “Are you trying to make me pee myself?!”  “Only a lot,” Cael responded casually, ready to tilt it again, and Brett numbly put his hand on Cael’s face and pushed him, causing some of the tea to spill on Cael’s knee.  Trent said, “Give me that…”  “Hey. Be nice back there; I don’t want tea spilling in my car,” Beth scolded from the drivers seat.  “Yeah, wouldn’t want Brett spilling in the car either,” Trent added with a smirk.  Cael grinned at Trent and they both watched Brett as he shifted and blushed. Brett saw that they were only joking and then muttered with a faint smile, “Just shut up you two….” he then leaned his head back and closed his eyes to sleep. Cael wondered just how desperate Brett was though, and reached his hand toward Brett’s bladder that lay under his seatbelt. Beth caught this in the rear view mirror and said “Cael if you make him piss himself in my car I will make you be the one to pay for it’s cleaning.”  Brett’s face displayed discomfort when he heard this and he shifted a bit away from Cael. Trent’s dark eyes almost looked sympathetic.  Cael nodded and said quietly, “That’s fair.” Vanessa was sympathetic, glancing back now and again first to Brett’s face, then to his pants that fortunately remained dry. When Brett was fully asleep Vanessa said, “I feel so bad, I’ve never seen him like this before…"  Trent nodded, "He isn’t ever like this. He should’ve gone when we stopped at that restaurant earlier.”  Vanessa felt guilty. “You think it’s cause I was talking to him?” Trent smirked “Don’t worry about it.”  And thus, after a long ride of desperation and sleep, all the waves of pressure that had been masked by the sleeping were coming back as Brett tried to stand and stretched his legs on the turf when he got out. It felt good to breathe, but his knees nearly buckled from his desperation. “Brett, you need to go pee. Go do it.” Beth ordered as she got some stuff out for the walk through the woods to the site.  Brett nodded, bouncing slightly on his feet before turning and heading towards some trees in the distance. They noticed over time that he was really far away, but decided to just set up camp anyway and look for him later.  Brett was beyond paranoid as he stood before the tree he was going to go on. He shifted, fumbling with his zipper before finally getting unzipped and pulling out his manhood.  He broke out in a slight sweat with his heart racing. Every now and again a twig would snap from an animal or a bird would fly off from a tree and it’d trick poor Brett into thinking someone has nearby. His ears were burning and he thought to himself he’d have to man up and just go. He tried to settle himself, and managed a few spurts before letting loose a steady stream on the tree, causing Brett to relax and tune out the sound of footsteps that came behind him. “Brett,” Cael said behind him and Brett cried out “GHH!!!” blushing furiously.  He frantically zipped himself up to look over at Cael, but as he spoke more warm spurts of urine leaked into his boxers and soon a large and growing patch showed on Brett’s pants, causing Cael to slow his words and go quieter, “we need your… help…. back at the…….. camp……..site….”  Brett looked away as his pants got drenched and darkened by his warm urine, and strong hissing and pattering could be faintly heard as Cael just awkwardly watched.  Brett wanted to protest the grin on Cael’s face but all he could do was quietly moan in reluctant pleasure from the relief.  Cael couldn’t keep his amusement contained and started snickering to himself with tears in his blue eyes.  “Cael, I swear….” Brett said lowly, his voice rough in his throat. “What happened?!!” Cael exclaimed.  Brett spoke quietly occasionally breathing between his teeth, “You came up, and I tried to stop it and…nnh…”  Cael burst out laughing at that and said breathlessly in fits of laughter, “You thought you could stop it?!! Ahh dude - you know it’s just me! You can piss in front of me!”  Brett gripped the tree he leaned on, feeling the stream die down and said, “but I can’t! I’m pee-shy…!” saying it made Brett feel even more pathetic and he looked away from him, backed up still leaking, and ran his hand through his dark reddish-brown hair. Cael was still amused, “Ah man,” he wheezed, “He peed himself…! In the woods…! Surrounded by trees…!” “Cael…”  Cael shook his head and said in an almost whisper “Brilliant… Ohh man…!!”  Brett looked down at the finished soaking that now dripped on occasion, and then back to Cael, feeling weirdly stuck between embarrassment, amusement and anger.  Then he saw that Cael’s freckle-covered skin wasn’t just pink from the laughing. Cael also felt guilty, and it was starting to show on his face. “I am sorry I caused that… I didn’t know. You should’ve told us you were pee-shy.”  “Ah, ‘cause telling you that I had to pee worked in my favor.” Brett said bitterly. Cael patted his shoulder. “I was just messing with you earlier. I had no idea. Really.”  “It’s fine.” Brett said with a sigh, still warm from the wetting and blushing, “I just hate that I have to go back and see everyone in this condition.”  “Oh man… With Vanessa too at that…” Cael added, pitying him with the knowledge that Brett has a crush on her. Brett nodded. “It’s fine, I can take it. I already I got your reaction out of the way.”  Cael snorted but felt a twinge of guilt as he watched Brett walk in the direction toward the site in sodden pants.  “Hey, not so fast.” Cael said, and he then ran up to him and stood in front of him. He crossed his arms.   “Beth said that if I made you piss yourself, I’d have to pay for it.”  “That was about the car,” Brett said.  “Yeah? Well, screw it. I’m going to do you a favor. Just… Stay here and I’ll sort everything out.”  Brett waited against another tree for a while, and Cael came back looking determined with a pair of Brett’s pants in his hand that were very similar to the ones Brett was wearing. “Here, change, they didn’t see me grab these.”  Brett was stunned by the gesture and asked “weren’t they waiting for you?” Cael shrugged. “Yeah, but I still could stay out of sight. I didn’t pull off all those pranks in high school by being obvious.”  Brett nodded and quickly got changed while Cael had his back turned. He felt much better and calmer in dry pants. His legs were still a bit damp and cold but he’d manage.  “Thank you. So… Uh, about these?” Brett asked, uncomfortably holding the wet jeans.  Cael shrugged, “Chuck 'em.”  Brett did so, feeling free from the earlier shame as well as calmer, at least for the most part, and they turned and walked back to the campsite where Trent, Beth, and Vanessa were waiting.  Vanessa looked up from her phone and Beth asked, “Did you piss your pants?!” Brett’s heart raced a bit and he looked over at Beth, ready to confess, but he saw that Beth wasn’t talking to him, she was talking to Cael.  Sure enough, Cael had a small dark patch on the crotch of his pants that was glistening and obviously fresh, and Cael then covered his crotch with his hands, starting to blush and he smiled sheepishly, staring at the ground. “Oh… Hah, yeah, I guess I did wet myself a bit… I didn’t think to go and was distracted while we were walking back…” The nerve of this guy… Brett thought to himself.  Cael was now actually starting to feel a bit embarrassed when the two girls looked amused and surprised from him, and Trent said to him with a grin,  “So much for being able to hold it…!”  Cael exhaled from his nose and looked over to Brett with a smirk. “Yeah, so much for that idea…”
Last year on Tumblr I told @tremblings4 about a dream I'd just had. She posted my summary along with a scene she wrote that might've happened if I hadn't woken up just then. I recently expanded it into a short story. A cute brunette sat in the school cafeteria smiling and playing with her phone. She'd finished her lunch, put away her tray, and updated her followers on her day, and was now reading comments with a smile. It was a knowing smile; a mischievous smile. To everyone in the cafeteria she was just an ordinary high school senior, but to tens of thousands of users in the blogosphere she was a celebrity. She was famous in a way she could never talk about in real life; not even to her sister or her closest gal pal. Nobody knew about the secret life she led on the Internet any more than they knew what was under her clothes today. "Emma?" a familiar voice asked. Startled and embarrassed, she hastily minimized her blog and looked up from her phone to greet the handsome fair-haired boy standing nearby. "Hi, Leif." "I was wondering if you would, well, since this is the last day of school, and I got permission..." Emma waited with bated breath as he nervously rambled. Is he finally going to ask me out? she wondered. "...All I need is your consent...I mean, your permission...and participation, of course." When the series of run-on sentences finally drew to a close Emma was unsure how to interpret it all. "Let me see if I'm hearing you right," she began, but stopped herself when she noticed she sounded harsh, "I mean, not to be rude or anything, but you're asking me to pose for you so you can paint me, right?" "Yes!" he answered enthusiastically. "I mean, if you're comfortable with it," he added skittishly. "And this would be a painting with...?" "Oils. I'm a disaster with watercolors." "I see, but...you know...you're saying..." "It would be a painting from life." "And that means...I mean, I think it means..." "Au naturel." "That's an artist word for naked, right?" "Yes. That is what I planned. I've painting models before, but it would mean a lot to do someone I know...I mean paint! To paint someone I know!" He laughed apprehensively as he waited for her response. Emma didn't really want to do that. She was flattered to be sure, but undressing for a boy (even one whose intentions were pure) was a nerve-wracking prospect. It also interfered with her secret plan for the day. On the other hand she'd been wanting to get to know Leif since the beginning of the year, and it was now the end of the year. If she turned down the request this might be their last conversation ever. The wonderful love that could blossom between them would never even sprout. "Yes," she finally said with an extravagant smile she immediately regretted. "I'd be honored." "Great! Meet me in the back half of the art room after school. Oh, and Mrs. Axley might want you to sign something. This is kind of a touchy...thing." "Yes, I think it is," Emma muttered. Half a school day later the two 12th graders were alone in the art room together. Leif was getting his art supplies ready and Emma was getting her body ready. Both of them were nervous and clumsy. "Keep in mind this is just for painting; I don't want you looking at me," Emma said as she started exposing important parts. "I mean, you have to look at me, just don't look at me...extra." "Okay," Leif muttered, not sure how else to reply. As she neared the end of her disrobing Emma suddenly froze, her cheeks turned rosy, and her eyes started to look like the eyes of an animal about to flee or fight. She remembered she was wearing a diaper. She'd told the followers of her omutsu blog she'd wear a diaper under her clothes on the last day of school and (if she worked up the nerve) wet it at the end of the day. When she'd agreed to model for Leif she'd changed her plans. She was going to discreetly dispose of the taboo undergarment during a restroom break (ideally after making good use of it). Unfortunately she'd been so preoccupied with thoughts of the after-school activity she'd forgotten all about her secret padding. She'd also done a great job of ignoring her steadily-growing bladder, which now seemed to tighten from her anxiety and the cool air. It was too late to do anything about it now. She set her clothes aside and stood there wearing nothing but her crinkly white diaper. Leif's eyes shot straight to the unexpected undergarment, but his mouth stayed silent. "Sorry," Emma muttered. "If I'd known we were doing this, I would've..." "It's okay," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Sorry I sprung this on you so late." "It's okay," she parroted. They both wanted to change the subject. Emma laid across the sheet-covered chair in the center of the room assuming the first pose that came to her. "Is this all right?" "It's all right if you can hold it." She felt her face burning redder and her heart pounding faster. "Excuse me?" "You'll have to hold the pose for 15...let's say 20 minutes. I mean, it doesn't have to be this pose, but whatever pose you decide on is gonna be the pose you hold the whole time." She breathed a calm sigh when she knew what kind of holding he was talking about. "I'll be fine like this." He still hadn't asked her to remove the diaper and she wasn't going to press the issue. At least I'm getting away without exposing everything, she thought. Leif left his easel and played with the lights in the room, dimming one and brightening another. After returning to the easel he walked away again to fiddle with the knobs some more. Emma wasn't sure what was happening and she was afraid she'd offend him if she turned her head to look. "Perfect!" he said when he was back in his spot. "I'm just selecting the best lighting for the painting," he explained when he noticed the girl's confusion. "I wasn't expecting white on white." Emma realized he meant her diaper blended in with the sheet underneath. "Sorry," she said again. "You can't help it," Leif said matter-of-factly as he drew the skeletal lines that would soon be fleshed out into a girl. "I mean, I assume you can't...?" he asked, looking up from his canvas. She blushed harder. "I can! I mean, for the most part. It's just...it's complicated." He nodded, still tracing her form on the canvas. "Well, your secret's safe with me." After a few minutes' work, he had more to say. "Your body is so nice it doesn't really matter to me what's on it." He realized what he'd said and quickly stared back at his canvas, blushing more intensely. The girl stared off, flattered and unsure of what to say. "What a way for you to first see me," she muttered, a wry smile sneaking to her face. He smiled. "Could be worse." "Oh yeah?" "Could've had some damage done to it." She stammered and her bladder twinged as she remembered her original plan. "H-hey now...do you take me for someone who'd just walk around all wet?" He chuckled, "I suppose not." She quietly sighed, figuring her other secret was safe. He busied himself with the pencil. There was a long silence. He put the pencil aside and started working with the brush. He put that down and started working with another brush. There was still no talking between the two. The girl's mind began to wander. How detailed is this going to be? Who's going to see it? Will they recognize my face? Will they recognize what I'm wearing? Emma eventually said something out loud (but quietly). "I can take it off. I mean, I don't need to be wearing this...y'know, if it clashes with your artistic plan." "I'm afraid it's too late for that." "You already painted my...what I'm wearing?" "No, but I can't have you moving." After some quiet thought Emma spoke again. "You can take it off." Leif's hands abruptly stopped working and his face abruptly reddened. "I can?" "Mm-hmm." He walked up to her and unfastened the strips slowly and deliberately. She held her pose rigidly. When he began to take the diaper off he accidentally touched her silky skin. Suddenly his head was in a whirl and the diaper was slipping out of his hands. He snapped back to reality and completed the task. Back at the easel he looked intently at the now-completely-nude young lady. "Nice," he said, but he soon realized it sounded bad. "I mean, it's nice that you're all shaved." That also sounded bad. "I mean, it's easier to paint that way," he added sheepishly. It was time to stop talking. The artist was still red-cheeked and agitated, but it was nothing compared to the model. She was thinking about how her womanhood was exposed, thinking about how cold the air felt, and thinking about how full her bladder felt. But most of all she was thinking about how Leif, a man, someone she didn't even know that well, was now aware she sometimes wore diapers. She wondered what guesses he was making about her personal life and about her physical and mental health. "Want to settle some?" he asked with a gentle smile. "Your face is so pink I've almost forgotten its original color." She sighed. "It's just...no one's seen me like that." Well, not in person anyway, she thought to herself. "I'm surprised you're more comfortable being seen nude by a random guy," he said, his eyes now back on the canvas. He was building up the tones of her face. "Well, I mean, it's for art, so..." "Is that it? You just have a high passion for art?" "I-I mean...yeah, you needed a model and I was available, so..." He smirked. "I'm comfortable...with you," she admitted quietly. He looked up when he heard her voice breaking. "But I...I didn't think you'd see...the, uh...my, uh..." She started to tear up. He quickly stood and walked over to her. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay. I, uh...chose you for a reason." She'd already lost the pose, so a hug wouldn't make any difference to the painting. He embraced her gently, keeping in mind there were things he'd better not touch. Her eyes widened and the nerves hit her bladder again. She smiled, but then quickly backed up. "I...I need...the bathroom..." That quickly changed the mood in the room. "Okay...you can get dressed then and go before I continue with you." She started to do just that. "Unless," the boy added, "you want to use your...garment..." Emma blushed once more, and soon stormed out of the room in just sweatpants and a tank top. "I'll use the toilet! I'll use the toilet! Sheesh!" Leif chuckled to himself and sat back down to look at what he'd completed so far. He'd never done a painting with so much pink paint.
I kind of feel like I've been spamming this story lately, so forgive me if I should make it all on one thread instead. But I've been on a writing roll like never before! I'm really falling in love with Bethany and how things are proceeding. Link to Part 3. Bon Appetit. ----------------------------- Strolling alongside her family, Bethany closed her eyes. The sun and breeze on her exposed limbs, the swish of grass under her feet, and the crash of ocean waves in the distance made for a dreamlike experience. Her panties were still sodden, but in the moment, she appreciated it. A good push let her produce one last trickle of pee. Most of it dripped right through to her thighs, where it got wiped away by walking, or evaporated in minutes anyway. She grinned; perhaps this was how people dealt with the island’s bladder tyranny. Enhancing her comfort was the fact that no one brought up her barely-dressed state even once since leaving half her clothes in the truck. She even found it easier to listen to her grandpa’s flavor information about the area. “Vinnie, the park, and most of the buildings we can see are part of Florentine University. Got my degree here when it was still called North Atlantic. Top-notch maritime academy, but they also have excellent history and political science programs. Thought much about college, kiddo?” “Not really,” Bethany confessed. She had not even entered high school. And per the Canadian system which the island used, she had one year left of junior high. She began to tell her grandpa this, but had difficulty speaking. She kept clearing her throat, to minimal success. After all that peeing and crying, it was too parched. Her mother made mention of it. “You need something to drink? Come to think of it, we haven’t had anything to eat or drink since Montreal.” “Well, the student services building has a food court,” her grandpa pointed out, “Everything in there is good.” There were no signs about a dress code, and they entered. Her mom began to rummage through her purse, but Bethany’s grandpa pushed it down again. “Nance, please. My treat.” He handed her a $20 bill. “Get whatever you want.” Her mom thanked him, but in turn handed the money to Bethany. “Get us whatever you want,” she said, sharing a chuckle before scurrying off. Above the corridor she had run down hung a sign saying “Public S.A.” Come to think of it, Bethany had wet herself twice-- three times if you count the dribble on the lawn just now-- in the time her mother had not mentioned a need to pee. She would surely adapt just fine. Impressed by her mother’s endurance, Bethany worked up the courage to approach the counter in her panties and ordered two fried fish platters with fountain drinks. She rejoined her grandparents, and the group claimed a table. The partial cover of the furniture made Bethany feel a little better about what she was wearing, but so did watching other diners. She took a long drink of tea, cut into her fish fillet, and made a game out of spotting different kinds of people and how they dressed. It started developing into a point system for who was wearing or not wearing what, but before she was satisfied with the rules, her mother came back. It had not occurred to Bethany how wound up the woman must have been until seeing her now, much more relaxed. “Thanks again, dad,” her mother said, “And you for the fish, Beth.” She leaned in to whisper, “Please don’t feel bad at all about what happened earlier, because it turns out I leaked a little, too. It was close!” “I did not need to know that,” Bethany dismissed, “But thanks, I guess.” Even if she herself was damp all over with pee, it was still her mom. “It’s rude to talk about pee in public.” She drew herself up with mock smugness at winning the exchange. The visit to the food court and period of lingering afterward proved immensely refreshing. After a little rest, hot food, and crisp iced tea, Bethany felt like a new girl. She also felt something else-- the initial squeeze of more urine announcing itself. The toilet was nearby. Before getting up, though, another thought occurred to her-- her underwear had dried almost all the way, but perhaps she should not overtax her bladder by holding any more than necessary until it could recover. The logic was shaky at best, but bolstering it was the real reason: a flicker of rebellion. If this island thought public facilities were inappropriate, there would be one natural result. Further, there was a good chance she could get away with it by claiming any wetness had already been there. She focused. The tentative bit of pee that had withdrawn when she first resisted crept back to the opening, and was released. A runnel warmed her privates. She did not mean to make a puddle on the plastic seat, but the pee was flowing, and the longer her dirty deed went on, the more delectably bratty it felt. Soon, she had to stop, if only to save some for later. When it came time to leave, she considered after standing to take a few napkins and wipe up the evidence. But then, that would defeat the purpose of her ‘message’ to the people here. She turned away, savoring the fresh moisture between her legs and even letting a little more out before getting outside. With luck, a few drops made it to the tile. The foursome had not made it far at all before Bethany’s grandpa paused. “Oops,” he said, patting his pocket, “Left the truck keys inside. Would you ladies sit tight for a moment?” Bethany took the opportunity to literally sit, plunking down in the grass. Her mother and grandmother stood nearby, but far enough not to notice when she urged the rest of her pee out. It was not much, but the shaky stream filtered through her underwear and seeped into the ground. It should not have been enough to notice even as she let herself run empty, but she would try to keep her much wetter butt out of view for a little while. Once they reached the truck, she was all but home free. The ride was much more pleasant without the danger of pissing all over the seat. The truck passed scenery that was worlds away from her comparatively featureless hometown-- the assorted masts and outriggers of a hundred boats swayed in the harbor. Waves launched white mist over a promontory above the ocean, atop which stood a blue-striped lighthouse. Finally, the drab fisheries and warehouses gave way to wood-slat homes, each contributing to a cacophony of colors on the hillside. At the same time she marveled at the sights, Bethany fought resentment of her parents for never taking her here before. Her grandpa pulled into a carport at one of the houses. It boasted a clear view of the bell tower above the capitol, and fittingly, was painted canary yellow. “Here we are,” he said, unlocking the door, “Our Versailles de nouveau monde. You guys get settled in.” Bethany held her wad of peed belongings under one hand and rolled her suitcase inside with the other. Only the briefest of looks around and an arduous hike up the stairs were needed to identify which room would be hers; she left her things in a heap on the floor and tumbled onto the bed. The threat of getting pee on the comforter did not concern her. She had only begun to take in the dark wood decor when her mom knocked on her door frame. “Beth, can I come in? I just wanted to talk about what happened at lunch.” Bethany had no idea what she meant, but her stomach still dropped. Her mom sat on the end of the bed. “Grandpa told me that when he went back to get his keys, he saw there was a little pee puddle on your seat.” Such heat flashed to Bethany’s face, she swore she had begun to sweat. There was nothing she could say to answer that. “I’m not mad at you,” her mom said, her voice low and soothing, “But you saw me go to the bathroom that was right there, and I felt like I should ask if you’re having problems holding it, or you did it on purpose, or what.” Bethany considered lying. Wouldn’t work, she convinced herself. For one, she was terrible at lying to either parent in most cases. But for another, if she said it was an accident, it would lead her mom to believe she was stricken with an untimely bout of incontinence. That was not a tangled web that had any good ending. It was time to bite the bullet. She chewed her fingernails, to serve as a barrier between her mother and herself, and to steady her hands’ trembling. “Yeah, it was kind of on purpose,” she murmured, looking away. “Well,” her mother began, her mouth working, “I’m not going to punish you, but grandpa wanted me to come and talk to you. He and grandma have been very nice because it’s our first day here and it’s been hard to adjust to not having many bathrooms around. But he thought you should know that while we can walk around town in our underwear if we want, what you did in the food court was unacceptable. Accidents are one thing, but you abso-lutely cannot leave pee puddles around on purpose. Never ever. “I get it, mom,” Bethany groaned, heaving as embarrassment fused with frustration. This conversation had gone on long enough. “I won’t do it anymore.” “You’d better not,” her mom insisted, “Beth, I’m serious. Would you like it if a stranger left bodily fluids on something you wanted to use?” “No,” she confessed. More and more she felt like a criminal guilty of a heinous offense being grilled by the cops. “But I was already wet, and it was just a little pee. Not like it was anything dangerous.” “Maybe not, but that doesn’t matter, and you’re a big girl. The people here don’t even talk about bodily functions. What makes you think they’ll want to look at it or touch it? It comes out of your private parts, and they treat going to the bathroom the same as having sex.” “Eww, mom!” Bethany said, “I’ll never pee someplace other than a toilet from now on. Happy?” “My point exactly. If that’s something you can do, then yes, that would make me happy. Otherwise, just be careful, alright?” “Alright.” “Good,” she said, finally standing up and gracing Bethany with a hug and kiss. “Love you, B. Daddy will be home soon, and someone will call you down for dinner.” “Okay, love you too.” She sighed and flopped on her back. If she had any left in her, she would have peed more, right where she was, for the sake of spite. It seemed like a moment later when a key rattled the lock on the front door, which then opened and closed. The blue sky outside her window had turned to black, however. She must have fallen asleep for hours. Her churning bladder provided another clue. “Alex,” her grandpa’s voice echoed from downstairs, “Some people here would love to say hi.” “Glad you made it, Nancy,” Bethany’s dad said, apparently hugging her mom in the foyer, “Where’s Beth?” “Upstairs, probably taking a nap.” Bethany froze. She had not yet found the bathroom, which was rapidly becoming necessary. Neither could she pee here in her room without escaping notice, and did not want to scour the house before greeting her father properly. While squirming with crossed legs and both hands gripping her crotch, she pondered whether she should at least put on pants. She had been too shy for years now to let him see her half-undressed, and they would at least hide any leaks that happened in the next few minutes. But she dispelled that mentality. What she understood from her mom was that accidents were okay. Island rules now. She flitted downstairs in only her tank top and panties to see him, hands full of shirt fabric and trusting she would stay dry enough in the crotch to pass muster. “Hey Daddy,” she said, squeezing him briefly around the waist. He smelled like fish. He made eye contact with her, half-convincing Bethany he had read her mind and intuited the severity of her urge to pee. “Hey, baby girl. Long time no see. Looks like you’ve… taken to the local customs well enough.” “I guess so,” she said, hugging herself and shifting on crossed legs. He had left it to her to figure out if he meant her clothes, her badly-disguised pee dance, or both. He patted her on the arm. “Hey, I’ve been here a month or so now and I still get culture shock every now and then. But this place will feel like home to you too in no time.” She raised her eyebrows and sighed. “I hope so.” The conversation in the rest of the family turned boring, so Bethany took the excuse to retreat back upstairs. It lent her the chance to bury both hands in her crotch and plenty of time to think about what happened with her mother. She would probably get ratted out to her dad. But never mind the longer-term issues; now the press of her bladder was what daunted her. She had already moaned and released a drop or two, gratefully free to squirm as much as necessary. But still, the urge to pee on the floor did not survive. As the shock of the confrontation with her mom faded, its full effects began to sink in. What if someone walked in while she squatted in her room, a noisy stream pattering down from her girlhood? Or purposely through her underwear right after her mother warned her not to? How would she have handled discovering someone else’s puddle of pee? Or someone who had obviously gone in their clothes? Likely with revulsion. Again, now, how was she going to handle the lack of bathrooms-- accommodations, she reminded herself, seemingly anywhere? She tried bringing her left knee across. Then her right knee. Then standing with both feet on the floor and wiggling her hips quickly. Any and everything to calm the urge. "Beth?" her father called up the stairs, "Everything okay up there?" They must have heard the thumping of her steps downstairs. "Yeah," she answered instinctively, "Just looking around." Her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence when a spurt escaped her. Drops of pee skimmed her legs and made a handful of splats on the floor. Instead of looking for the accommodations, or understandably asking where they were, she committed to the lie. She was forced to poke around the bedroom for a few minutes in case anyone checked on her. She bent low, turned her toes inward, and squeezed her crotch with every bit of strength. The people here do this all the time, she told herself, It has to be possible. As much as her body cried out for her to push, let it gush warmly down her legs and splatter on the floor, just hold it! Her crotch and thighs were growing hot. Her fingers caught enough pee that drops had crept around to the back of her hands. She risked removing one at a time to wipe it on her shirt, each move causing the slow trickle to pick up again. The fluttering of her bladder muscles signaled the end was upon her. But as her eyes darted around the room before the urge ultimately got her, there was one more thing to try. Beside her closet was a seemingly identical door. Even if it was another closet, she would have her accident in there. What she opened was the door to salvation. A sink, mirror, and toilet lay on the other side. She at once tried to pull her panties down and climb out of them. Naturally, she tripped, and nearly hit her teeth on the toilet supposed to save her from even more humiliation and punishment. Both hands bracing against the floor saved her, but now she was on all fours, her pee stream thundering on the tile. Her panties were looped around one ankle as she scrambled up and onto the toilet. Another "technical" success. Fuck, Beth, it was right there. Do something besides pissing on everything and crying for a change. Still, a lump formed in her throat. There was no blaming this accident on lack of toilets. She had found it in time, and made it in time, but in her frenzy to get there, bungled the attempt. There was pee everywhere. Her hands, feet, elbows, knees. The floor was coated wall-to-wall. There was splatter on the walls for that matter as well, and the base of the sink. A lot was in her shirt. Her panties were a lost cause. She had almost forgotten a time when they had been clean. "I'm okay!" she yelled, forestalling any rescue efforts upstairs. That was the last thing she needed. All that remained was mopping up the devastation, wringing out her panties, and hoping to air-dry enough to survive dinner. They called for her approximately an hour later. A cursory self-inspection turned out okay; it must have been just enough time. Other than returning downstairs for dinner and recounting briefly their travels, she stayed in the bedroom all evening, using her personal toilet several times, but even in between, not letting it out of her sight. Edited December 17, 2018 by AliasnameTO (see edit history)
Finally - part 3! Includes poo despvand light messing be warned „This could be trouble if they need a long time“ Megan said with a desperate grimace as she  marched on the spot twisting her legs. „Oh god I hope not. I can´t wait much longer!“ Kira exclaimed, her own pee dance intensifying as the next lucky girls started to pee forcefully, one letting out a loud moan of relief. „Oh shit I can´t make it!“ the blonde behind them suddenly sobbed, making Kira turn and stare as the girl held her pusy with both hands, a growing wet patch in her crotch. Clearly she had no chance of reaching a stall in time. Looking around frantically, the girl hobbled to the tiny sink „Out of my way“ she half-screamed, half-sobbed at the girl washing her hands as she jerked up her skirt. Pee spurted through her lace panties as she half-sat on the sink, holding herself up with one hand against the wall as she pulled her dripping wet panties aside with the other, quietly sobbing as she released her full bladder.  Kira, Megan and the rest of the queueing girls stared, several holding themselves as they  watched the girl go. „I may need the sink next“ Megan whispered to Kira, blushing a bit. Kira nodded, blushing red too as she stared a the girls pussy still disgorging a waterfall. „After me. I´m dying!“ she agreed. Just as Megan was about to protest her own greater need, the girl on the sink gave a shriek and slid off the sink as ist wall holdings gave way under her weight. Luckily the pipes didn´t break, too, so the sink was left hanging half out of the wall but, clearly, nobody was using it as a emergency  toilet any more. The blonde girl, meanwhile, had managed to break her fall, the only casualty her skirt as she finished her long wee into i on the floor. „Oh great just our luck“ Megan whined, unbuttoning her jeans to give her bulging bladder a bit more room. They still had 9 girls in front of them while the two leftmost stalls had been claimed by girls with the runs, none of which showed any signs of opening up soon. „Are you done yet? Dying out here!“ the girl next in line yelled, one leg lifted up and pressed against the other as she wiggled her bum around and held herself with one hand. Behind her the next of the unfortunate tummy girls, bum clenched tight in her jeans as she walked on the spot  stiffly, one hand on her backside whimpering softly „hurry ohhh please hurry uuuuup!“ „I wish I could do that but then my skirt would fall off“ Kira groaned as she watched Megan unbutton the rest of her jeans buttons revealing a pair of red-dotted white panties before she shoved a hand between her legs under her prominent bladder bulge.  „Ohhh“ Megan exclaimed as she found slight relief „Without this I´d wet myself for sure!“ „Somebody hurry its coming out!“ the poo dancing girl suddenly yelled, both hands clamped on her ass. Luckily for her a stall door opened and she ran in, almost bowling over the relieved girl as she slid down her pants. Her panties were full of poo as she turned to squat, errupting with a groan of relief before she slammed the door.  „There goes another stall“ Kira sighed, squirming frantically to fight off the small leaks escaping into her panties. „I´m not sure I can keep dry much longer“ she admitted to Megan with a blush. „Tell me about it…“ the other girl replied, removing her hand briefly with a blush of her own, giving Kira a glimpse of her wet crotch. „Are you still not done? There´s a queue you know!“ the girl next in line said urgently, knocking on the stall door oft he first girl to start pooping.  „Sorry I…ohhhh I really got the runs. I´ll be a while longer!“ she replied with a groan, joining the other 2 girls in splattering their bowls. „What are we going to do?“ Megan said quietly to Kira, nodding at the clenched rear of the girl in front oft hem fighting to contain her bowels.  Kira shrugged, then reached under her skirt to hold herself tightly as two new girls released their pent-up pee into the toilets sighing blissfully. „Ohhh finally! This is soooo good!“ one gasped. Grimacing, Kira tapped the poo-dancing girl on the shoulder. „i´m really sorry but we are about to wet ourselves“ she blushed and pointed at Megan jumping up and down holding her crotch.  „Could we just pee quickly before you, uhm, go poo?“ The girl just stared at her with a desperate expression, whimpering slightly as her bowels churned audibly „I…..I´m sorry. I just can´t….its…..I´m about to go in my panties“ she muttered, stiffling a  sob.  „Please. We´ll be super quick, neither of us can wait…we´d wet ourselves!“ Kira tried again,  pleading and looking at her desperately.  The girls eyes went down to her hand between her legs, hunching up her skirt. „I guess…..“ she began, but then doubled over, her eyes going wide as she put one hand on her stomach and the  other pressed against her bottom. „uhhhhhh oh god. Sorry but I can´t wait another second!“ she whimpered before turning from Kira „Hurry i´m having an accident“ she groaned, poo dancing  frantically as her last remaining fellow sufferer charged into a stall, skirt raised showing her own full panties as she slammed her butt on the seat. The remaining 3 girls in front of them shifted slightly to wait for the one remaining stall containing a furiously peeing girl as they wiggled and squirmed. The first one already sported a fist-sized wet  patch on her butt that grew noticably as the stall flushed „Hurry“ she moaned, opening her jeans and hobbling in with them sliding down her legs past the girl opening the door. Small rivulets of pee ran down her legs as she squatted down, pulling down her panties an afterthought as her pee sprayed out of her like a firehose. „Oh dear god i just want to gooooo!“ Kira whined, adjusting her grip on her pussy as she pulled her skirt up around her hips with the other hand. Glancing back, she saw Megans eyes stray to her butt for a moment, not quite dry anymore.  „Join the club“ the other girl said with a desperate smile, her own legs in constant motion.  „please ohhh please hurry“ the final girl in front of them whimpered as the one ahead of her took the stall, miraculously having kept her panties dry until now. She had both hands on her perky bottom and was shivering visibly from the effort of holding it, desperate to join the girls in the other four stalls, neither of which had come out yet.Feeling another spurt soak into her panties, Kira gasped and hobbled past the stalls, banging on each before stopping at the one that had been occupied the longest. „Please aren´t you done yet? I am seriously about to pee my panties any second. Please come out!“ she pleaded, bent over, feet dancing furiously.  „Sorry not quite“ was the quiet answer from inside the stall as the girls kept groaning and squirting intermittently.  Despairing, Kira glanced back towards Megan whos jeans were starting to slide down and was holding her pussy inside her wet panties, face red as she scissored her legs behind the girl. „Please I am begging you just let me have a quick piss first“ she tried as the stall flushed. The other girl just ignored her as she opened her pants and let them slide down over her tightly clenched, quivering bum, moaning slightly as her panties stretched a bit as more poo forced its way into them making a big bulge. Without a coment she threw herself into the free stall, crying in  relief as she errupted with a big load of soft poo into the bowl.  „What now?“ Kira and Megan both groaned, looking at each other as they stood outside the full cubicles, each occupied by a pooping girl. Each had one hand on their pussy, Megan inside her panties with her jeans around her thighs, while Kira was pushing against hers over her sodden panties, skirt high over her waist. „I have to find a place to pee ist coming“ Kira gasped, loosing another spurt that ran down her leg, her panties unable to soak up any more. Uncaring that her skirt was over her waist she hobbledout of the toilet, frantically looking around for something, anything to squat behind. Spotting a low  bush not too far off she started towards it, leaking almost constantly now. „Wait for meeee“ Megan wailed as she came out of the toilet as well, both hands clutching her  crotch as she tried to hobble after the other girl with her pants almost down to her knees, panties soaked through as well. Kira didn´t wait, however, she only wanted to reach the bush, squat and pee until not a drop remained in her aching, suffering bladder. With a few steps left she started to tug at her panties a stream of pee errupting from her pussy instantly as she removed her hand. „Oh my gooood“ she gasped as she stopped, already dropping into a squat, the stream turning into a faucet as she blasted the pavement with her pee. It took her over half a minute before she  was over the almost orgasmic bliss of finally peeing before she could think enough to wonder why there was pavement under the bush. Just as she did, Megan finally reached her, moaning and sobbing, her jeans very wet as she was peeing full force by the time she dropped inot a squat besides Kira, her own stream at least as strong. „This is better than a fuck“ she moaned, eyes closed as she gave a low, long groan of pleasure at the relief. Kira smiled at the other girl, her own bladder deflating rapidly. Looking away from Megans bliss, she wondered again at the pavement she was peeing onto, and raised her head a bit over the bush, eyes going wide as she looked right into the cameras. „CUT!“ the director yelled, with a laugh. „I guess we don´t need to bother with the fake pee for  those two.“ He gestured at the blonde and brunette who stood next to the bush, staring open- mouthed at the pissing girls. „This is much more realistic – I think we found our new stunt doubles for any potty emergency scenes!“ Kira closed her eyes as the crew broke out into laughter and felt her cheeks going bright red. But as her bladder finally emptied, she gave a small smile anyway.
Some moments with a couple. Contains wetting, oral, bondage, and pet play ^^  I'll put chapter 1 here and then the rest will be in comments  Part 1 and 2 are through Lucy's pov and parts 3 and 4 are third person  Unforgettable Date Part 1: The stuck zipper  I stared at the car mirror often, consistently fixing my makeup. Ki-tae glanced over to me before looking at at the road with a slight smile.  “You look fine,” he said, grabbing my hand. I looked down at his tan hand, studying the callouses and muscles of it, and the softness of his sleeve caught my attention. I’d been sneaking glances at him and the suit he was wearing the whole car ride. He was a charming boy, with short black hair, kind eyes, soft skin and a nice jaw structure, and he looked absolutely stunning in a suit. It showed off his shoulders and some other features well.  He wouldn’t admit it right off the bat, but what I was wearing was really nice as well. I had on a short, cute, light-pink dress, which showed off my smooth legs and cute hips. He ran his fingers over my pearly pink nail polish and smooth hands, and gave a faint smile now and again to me.  “We’re almost there,” he said, reassuringly and I nodded and smiled. “Sorry I haven’t said much, perhaps I’m just a bit nervous…” I responded to him shyly. Any other day I’d be very chatty and enjoy giving him a hard time here and there, but something about his efforts and his appearance had me feeling seduced and silenced in shyness. Especially how he held my hand. I felt a bit of control from him - which was usually what I would give off. His grip was somewhat tense and I deep down enjoyed every shift of his fingers against my skin. We pulled into the parking lot and unbuckled. His legs shifted a bit before he turned and looked at me. He gave a light grin and moved his hand to the side of my face, gently holding his fingertips under my jaw. He gave a slight glance to my lips before looking up at my eyes and I stared back into the dark brown color of his eyes, feeling absorbed. I almost spoke but didn’t, feeling myself subconsciously move in closer to the safety of his hand. “Everything is alright. You also look amazing today. Come on, let’s go in the restaurant, I hear it’s really good.”  I grinned and agreed and we got out of the car. He glanced to me a bit puzzled and asked “Didn’t you have a jacket?”  I realized I didn’t and shook my head, “I must have forgotten it…”  “If it gets late you can wear mine.”  I nodded and grabbed his hand and he shifted his hand under mine and got a tighter grip, causing a feeling in my chest to swell in excitement.  A redheaded lady at the front looked up with a light smile and asked “Two?” and Ki-tae nodded and we got seated. I glanced at the menu while also sneaking glances to him. He seemed a bit antsy, and I could feel his leg shake under the table, vibrating it, and I just chalked it up to possible nerves. I reached my hand under the table to grab his knee, feeling the fabric of his dress pants and his body froze and tensed under my hand. He licked his lips and took in a breath before looking at me with a light, reassuring smile. We got water to drink and while I had taken sips throughout the time waiting, he seemed to avoid touching his.  “You should drink some water… Are you feeling well?”  “Yeah, I’m fine. Have you figured out what you want to eat?”  I nodded. “Yeah, I think so. You?”  “Mhm.” He answered. I couldn’t tell if it was the warm lighting or if he was blushing slightly and he said, “Actually, I’ll be right back, ok?”  “Yeah, do whatever you need to.” I said sympathetically. I hoped he was feeling ok and wasn’t sick or anything. But perhaps he just needed the bathroom. I thought back to his shifting around and a smile snuck its way to my face.  That was actually pretty cute how he squirmed around like that… Poor thing…  I expected him to come back somewhat relaxed but he actually seemed tenser each second. I glanced under the table to see his feet crossed, one foot lightly brushing the other leg’s ankle.  “Are you sure you’re ok? You seem nervous.” I grabbed his hand, looking at him and studying him. He was about to give a response when the waitress asked what we wanted.  He gave a slight smile and gestured to me to order what I wanted. After we ordered and the waitress left he answered with a smile, “Don’t worry about it, just tell me about you,”  He gripped my hand as I told him about my previous week and the things on my mind. He seemed to listen well and take occasional sips of water as he did so. I was relieved to see him drink the water again.  If you’re sick that’ll help you. Good… I thought to myself.  He seemed to take slower breaths as the afternoon went on. Our food came, and it looked and smelled great. Sure enough, it was, and he seemed to be enjoying himself, eating slowly. Neither of us spoke for a while, enjoying the time.  His foot reached towards mine under the table and I knew I had the upper hand as I playfully grabbed his calf with my ankles and he tensed up with a stiff smile from the  suddenness of it and his hand gripped my hand tightly. His leg tried to move to his other leg but I resisted with a smirk. He cleared his throat with a light snicker before tightening his jaw and saying, “Haha… You should give it back…”  I smirked and leaned forward feeling the control now in my hands as he stared firmly at me.  “Why?” I asked, wondering if he’d tell me for certain what was up with him.  He smirked back, “Alright, keep it.”  How stubborn. I challenged him in some other subtle ways, enjoying the slight game I was playing with him, but by the end of the time at the restaurant he got less responsive and leg tightened between my ankles so I decided to give him mercy by letting it go and I heard him quickly snap his legs together and he rocked back and forth slightly.  I glanced at the near empty glass of water across from him and watched his face constantly, studying every feature and slight change of expression as we talked throughout the night. He told a story that was really entertaining and I felt blessed to see the smile spread on his face and hear him laugh as he held my hand tightly, but it got cut off a bit and he tightened his jaw. He smiled to reassure me that he was fine, tilting his head a bit and tapping his fingers.  “How about we head off soon?”  I nodded and after we paid and headed outside, he seemed to do much worse walking than he was sitting down. He walked rather stiffly and had quite a pace to him and he pulled me along almost desperately. I saw the side of the building and pulled him toward me instead. He was surprised and he blinked a bit with his eyes widened. I had suddenly felt a determined and protective dominance come over me. He went with it and I had him against the wall.  The streetlight nearby made his features look angular and I could see that he seemed paler, concerning me. He broadened his shoulders as he gave a breath in, appearing stronger to me, as if challenging. He glanced down to me.  “What are you doing?” he asked, his gaze sharp on me.  “Are you having fun?” I asked.  He paused and then smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m having fun.” I gave a relaxed breath and he lowered his shoulders, as I got closer. “Good.” I brushed his hair from his forehead, for it was starting to come out of place and he glanced off a bit. I looked him in the eyes with my hand on the side of his face, and I felt him subconsciously lean towards me. I leaned toward his face and he leaned toward me as well until our lips touched and he melted into me, finally seeming to relax his body.  I pulled him against me feeling his lower abdomen and he tensed up again and I felt his rough hands grab my face, almost tangling in my soft blue hair. He was blushing and breathing a bit heavy while I just stood in awe at him as he pulled away from me. His legs were still tight together and bounced on his foot a bit before turning on his heel and looking over to me.  “What’s the rush?” I murmured in a daze. “Let’s go to my apartment.” “Your… Your apartment?” I muttered.  “Yes… Just to spend a bit of time together. You don’t have to spend the night if you aren’t ready,” he added with a wink.  I was flustered and speechless. My mind was going all over the place with possibilities. Something about him was already turning me on, who knows what could happen at his apartment.  And after kissing him like that…  “I…” I muttered, ready to pull away from my feelings.  Just say: Sorry, I think I made a move too fast there. “I love you.” I finished.  What. He grinned and his teeth shone white in the dark car. “I love you too. But be careful with moves like that…” He said with a chuckle, ruffling my hair before he buckled the seatbelt.  He seemed to grimace and bite his lip before pulling out of the parking lot and heading to his apartment.  I stared out the window but occasionally snuck glances to him. He was squirming all over the place and I couldn’t help but smile a little. It was obvious now; he really needed the bathroom. I reached over and grabbed his hand, causing a soft smile to take over his expression and he drove the rest of the way much more calmly.  We got out and headed out, his footsteps slow and odd while my heels clacked behind him up the stairs. The lights brought out his nervous expression and he wrapped his jacket around me and I felt the heavy warm silkiness on my shoulders, and now his white dress shirt nearly glowed in the night. With each step he seemed more uncomfortable with his lips tightened. I held his hand and he almost jolted back.  “What are you nervous about?” I asked. He paused as he turned at the top of the steps, holding my hand close to him before kissing it, looking into my eyes.  “Everything, if you want the truth.” He said softly, his answer and low voice sent a chill up my spine. “Is that so?” I murmured.  “Eung…” He muttered with a nod.  I nodded and walked up to him.  “Well, let’s go.”  He kept holding my hand as we walked to the room of the apartment. It was very neat and kept together, as I expected it to be. A cat slept lazily on the couch of the living room and he walked on towards the back and let go of my hand. He then told me I was free to come into his room. I sat on the bed and pulled the jacket from my shoulders and sat it in and around my lap. He was antsy again, not sitting still next to me. I felt his fingertips brush my hair out of my face as he combed through the strands and told me he’d be right back.  I nodded and he got up and somewhat high-tailed it toward the bathroom, his hand occasionally gripping himself but still resisting the urge as best as possible. I heard the door close followed by some strained noise and after a bit of silence I knocked and asked him if he was alright. He opened the door looking overwhelmed. He swallowed and looked down at himself then back up at me.  He gave a sheepish smile and said, “My zipper’s stuck.” I gasped, “What?”  He spoke up, “I… My… My zipper… It…”  I shook my head and rushed toward him. “I got that! I uh, I’m going to try to help you ok?”  He gave a timid nod and looked down and I saw a wet patch at his crotch start to form, looking shiny compared to the rest of the fabric. He winced and it stopped spreading a bit  as I reached toward him and grabbed the smooth zipper that was now wet and warm. It was a thin plastic zipper, the pesky kind that usually tended to have problems. I couldn’t help but gap at the dampened fabric around it. “You… How long have you been holding it? Didn’t you go to the bathroom earlier at the restaurant?”  “It was out of order,” he said with his voice breaking.  He looked away as the patch spread more, radiating heat and I let go of his zipper. It now spread across his thighs and thin streams began to trickle down to his knees. I looked up to him and he stared at the ceiling in distress, and I could almost feel his heart racing. Feeling curious, I reached to his thigh and touched the warm soaked fabric and he quickly swatted me away. “Aniyo…! Don’t touch it!” He said, embarrassed and exasperated. He gave a lighthearted and confused smile at me and I grabbed his zipper again. No matter how hard I tugged, it wouldn’t budge. Somehow an instinct came over me as I saw him shift around. I just wanted him to be comfortable. I looked up at him as he blinked and looked away, and I got closer to him.  His body trembled against mine. I could feel all it’s strength trying to resist. I let go and wrapped my arms around around his shoulders, feeling the silky softness of the dress shirt and dug my face into his neck. His hands awkwardly hovered behind my back before I felt them hold me back.  “It’s ok.”  He swallowed and pulled away to see me giving me a look of shock. “What?”  “If you relax this will go faster.”  “But I’ll…” he trailed off. I could only look at him in sympathy.  He looked away from me and down, and I felt his hands tense up from his palms to his fingertips. Another strong spurt rewet the fabric making it dark and glistening again before he gave in and started peeing a torrent into his clothing with soft hissing as he closed his eyes and gave a long relieved moan. His legs trembled as I simply stared at his pants getting darker with hot urine streaming down his legs and pattering loudly on the tile floor beneath me. I looked down at the puddle forming around his dress shoes and I slid my arms down so my hands now had a grip on his arms and took a few steps back When he finally finished he seemed to be in a daze as he looked over at me. He looked like an entirely different person, all of his tense behavior had been washed away and he now just looked like he could fall asleep at any minute.  “Do you feel better?”  He stared down at his completely drenched pants and then back up at me, as if telling me to let me decide that.  I hugged him close and he sighed, defeated, into my neck.  “I’m sorry…” He muttered sincerely.  “I didn’t think things would go this way…” He added.  I gave a faint smile and kissed him on the cheek.  “It’s ok.” I looked him in the eyes with a reassuring smile and he smiled back, petting my hair as I put my hand on his face.  “I… uh… I…”  He tilted his head at me.  “I enjoyed it…” I finished honestly.  He furrowed his brows. “Enjoyed it?”  I nodded. “Yeah… it was really cute and… interesting… How you squirmed around like that and… You went… So strongly…”  Faint color showed on his tan cheeks. “I went strongly…” He said under his breath. I bit my lip. “You do need to get out of your clothes at some point though… Let me try again? Maybe both of us?”  He nodded quickly, more than ready to escape the situation.  We both had our hands on the zipper. I couldn’t help but giggle at the feel of the hot saturated fabric around it.  “You’re so wet…” He sighed and said “Come on…”  “One… Two… Three!” I counted and we both tugged downward. I felt only a slight tug from our attempts.  “Up then down this time ok ok? One… Two… Three!”  We yanked up then down strongly and with an odd click the zipper got unstuck and unzipped, pulling the pants down a bit as well from our force showing me a bit of his lower abdomen and some of his grey boxers that now had a dark grey patch at the front. “Ugh… Thank you,” he said, relieved.  I swallowed, staring at the shape in his drenched boxers. “You’re welcome.”  He leaned down, his face blocking me from my view and he smirked. I felt heat in my face as my heart sped, since I’d been caught.  “Now, if you’re done staring, could you allow me to shower and change? I have a bit of a mess to clean up…”  I stared back, my mouth agape with no response and nodded. He smiled and ruffled my hair and I walked out and sat outside of the door hearing the shower running and repeating the scene over and over in my head. Part 2: You Have Me  He came back out only in sweat pants looking more comfortable and he combed his fingers through his wet hair and water droplets spill out as he did. He flicked water off his hand and told me he’d be back and he walked back to the bathroom with a mop and I wanted to comment about possibly helping him but no sound came out of my mouth.  I peered from the door and watched him clean the floor with focus, staring at the muscles in his arms and the grip on the mop handle. The back and forth motion was almost calming. Before getting caught I retreated back to the bed and sat down.  He came back out holding the mop and bucket and chuckled before looking over at me. “I know you were watching me.”  I was still in disbelief about earlier. “You really uh… Wet your pants huh…” He gave a slight inhale and looked away before looking back at me.  “Yeah… I… I did,” he pointed at me somewhat sternly, “Don’t get used to it. It wasn’t something I was planning on doing you know.”  I giggled. “I know. It’s just a bit hard to believe is all…” He nodded “I’d hope it’d be hard to believe, especially since I just got rid of the evidence.”  I smiled. “When you’re all done, come sit with me?”  “Yeah, alright.”  He eventually came back looking settled but somewhat off-put by how the night had gone. I decided to hug him, feeling his warm body relax against me, still somewhat warm and damp from the shower. His wet hair was starting to dry and stiffen a bit and I ran my fingers through it.  “Ki-tae?”  “Yes?”  “I’m really having fun, actually.”  He sighed with a defeated smile, “Is that so.”  “Mhm…” With that I kissed his cheek and the nerves drew attention to my bladder. I realized I actually needed to go as well but hadn’t paid attention to it. I shifted my legs and he looked at me oddly before running his fingers through my hair again.  “That kind of fun…” he muttered.  “Uh-I-It’s… Not… Well…” I stammered.  “Don’t worry. I’m not in a place where I can judge you.”  I nodded with a timid smile and leaned against him. His arms wrapped around my shoulders and I felt warmed by him, enjoying the feeling of his skin against mine. I relaxed for a while but slowly felt more and more aroused and didn’t know what to do. I got to a point where I leaned back on the bed in surrender and he came up as if to tuck me in.  “Tired?”  “Maybe a bit, but first… What does your mouth do?”  He looked confused. “My mouth?”  I nodded and lifted the skirt of my dress a bit, showing him my cotton white and pastel blue striped panties.  “Oh… That’s what you’re thinking about?” He looked half amused, half interested. “You deserve it for how you excited me today.”  “Maybe I should pee myself more often…” He muttered somewhat flattered, and I felt a shiver spread through my body. He leaned over me hovering with his hands on either side of my head and his knees on either side of my legs on the sheets.  He spoke in almost a whisper.  “What would you like me to do for you?” My breathing softened as I felt his warm lips on my cheek then down on my neck. His firm nose brushed against my jawbone.  “Treat me good. And gentle. Use your imagination.” I murmured.  I don’t care about my nerves anymore. I want him. “I’m always gentle. If you ever want me to stop something let me know.” He responded. My heart slowed and relaxed as his hands brushed against my arms and then traced down the sides of my torso. He lifted my skirt and looked at me. He brushed his hands on my panties and got a closer look at them at the foot of the bed.  I closed my eyes, feeling him. He got to the wet spot between my legs and he purred, “What’s this…?”  “I… You know…” I answered softly.  “You really liked today huh…” He said softly, stroking up and down between my legs and moving his hands to my inner thighs and stroking them in toward my panties. “May I explore?” He asked kindly, and I answered breathlessly, “Yes…”  The next thing I knew I felt his head between my thighs and his soft breath, sending a wave of pleasure through my body and I shook.  “Easy now…” I whispered.  He moved to kissing gently between my legs and then he worked his strong warm tongue inward in an up and down motion slowly, causing me to shudder as I felt the dampness spread over me. He began to pick up the pace, burying into me and working wonders with his strong mouth, guarded only by the cotton of my panties. A stifled moan escaped me and I fumbled for words.  “You can take them off…” I groaned, but he continued rocking in and out of me like a boat in the endless sea of my body.  “No need…” He murmured, and began to work his tongue in slow circles. He paused and his dark eyes gleamed from where he lay. He leaned up from me and he licked his lips and added in a low voice, “I can still taste you through them.”  “O-Oh?” I choked out.  “Mmhm.” He added, his voice now quieter from focus.  “Really going at it….” I murmured breathlessly. “Aren’t you?” I heard, slightly muffled in response, and that’s when I noticed my thighs were tight on either side of him.  I relaxed myself a bit more and spread my legs, and he wildly went forward even deeper, absorbed into my body as I felt his teeth just barely brush against me but then I felt my bladder twinge.  “Ahck!” I cried out, stiffening my legs and squirming away a bit.  He grabbed my thigh tightly by reflex and lifted his head up off of me, tilting his head. “Did I hurt you?”  “No… I’m fine. It feels good.”  He gave a low grown and nod and looked at my lower hips and thighs, caressing them and sending a pleasant shiver through me. My chest tightened and I shrieked inwardly in delight. He held his hands tight into my bare thighs, the dress was daintily draped over his hands, and his hands firmly slid toward my hip bone and he grabbed firmly and dove back in, emitting pleasant sounding groans and working back with his tongue in me, the hot slimy muscle untiring, making me groan and cry out in sudden bliss taking over. He lifted his head up again but kept his tongue out and on me, sliding it outward across my inner thigh.  His entire expression had changed and was overflowing with passion. I lifted my dress further to reveal my lacey bra and I felt him travel up the center of my torso with his warm tongue and he kissed my collarbones. He got up and looked down at me, his expression was studying and his dark eyes were dedicated to me behind his lashes. He then lifted the dress the rest of the way off me and his firm arms wrapped close around me. He moved back down to my torso and traveled his tongue up between my breasts and unto my neck then murmured, “I want to taste all of you.”  Those words sent another wave of excitement through me, and in that electric jolt my bladder sharpened it’s message one again causing me to wrap my legs around his thighs desperately.  “Don’t be shy,” he purred, “don’t be shy.”  “It’s not that,” I whimpered softly.  “Are you ok?”  With that my bladder surged again and I groaned in excitement and pain.  “I need… I need… Please… I’m gonna…” I panted hysterically.  He smirked and traced his hands back between my legs, slowly rubbing.  “Shhh…” he whispered, “You’ll get there, I promise…”  His thumb sent waves of pressure into my bladder and I winced, causing him to shush me again.  “Pee…! I…!!” I blurted out, panicking.  “Mmm…” He hummed lowly.  With that, I felt a leak escape, warming my panties and thigh and trickling unto his fingers. He looked over in slight amusement.  “No, no… Not yet,” he ordered, and I swallowed and nodded.  He went back down between my legs and continued with his tongue even after I had leaked; swallowing everything my panties absorbed and I felt myself dampen in heat underneath his lips and pulling my breath away as well.  “Soaked…” He murmured after pausing for a second, causing warmth to spread through my face and body. “Deeper…” I ordered.  “Yes miss,” he responded and burrowed deeper with his tongue, and the tingling pressure in me was growing stronger with every forward motion, keeping me on edge and not able to cum or pee in a confused flow of emotion.  “Aghn! Good boy!” I groaned. So good.  He then tugged my panties lightly with his teeth and took me in passionately, making my legs shake as I moaned again helplessly. I felt like I was going to burst all over him and I held back as best as I could.  Another leak, a long one, gushed into my panties and sent rivulets of urine over his tongue and he moved his upper lip firmly over me as well.  After swallowing what I gave him and cleaning me with his tongue, he lifted his upper body up and stared at me firmly.  “I don’t want piss in my bed.” He said.  The heat in my body grew even warmer at that sending a tingling feeling under my skin. It was rare for him to swear. It felt so raw, and so dirty. “I’m sorry… But I’m going to explode!”  “Explode in what way?” he asked, grinning, challenging. “You… You know…” I muttered, my mouth getting dry. I tightened my legs on him again and squirmed more than I had been squirming before in desperation. I was at my limit, and  I could feel myself going numb before warmth escaped me again, making my panties push forward from it’s force before they clung to me.  “In that case, we continue elsewhere. You hold it for now.”  He got up and walked over to the side of the bed that I lay at, and I felt his muscular arms sweep under my knees and back as he picked me up strongly, the sudden jolt upwards causing me to snap my legs together. He carried me into the bathroom and sat me in the tub.  “You’re free to explode. Unless you’d rather have the toilet,” he said bluntly.  I opened my mouth in disbelief. He wanted to see me wet myself.  “I figure you’d be into doing it yourself if you liked seeing me do it. But I could be wrong,” he continued, wanting to be sure I was comfortable. “H-here is fine.” I stuttered, and spread my legs for him to see. “I suppose it’s fair, since you soaked yourself in front of me.”  With that his firm hands stroked under my jaw and chin and I shuddered before a strong wave of pressure shot through my body and my bladder spurted some urine out of me, soaking my panties and changing their color and filling the space between my thighs with warmth.  “Go on,” he coaxed gently. “Relax…”  I nodded and tilted my head back, loosening my body. A soft pleasant feeling overcame my body as my lungs opened whatever tightness they had, allowing cool air to enter in. The sweet and strong release sent a chill up my spine as I gasped and moaned in delight, my body fading into sweet bliss as more warmth escaped me and hissed loudly pooling between my legs before streaming down to the drain.  I opened my eyes faintly as I felt it gushing out of me with my panties barely able to absorb anymore and I saw him watching with focus. He looked over to me with a wild expression in his eyes that caused me to blush, and he then softened his expression into one that made me melt and feel secure. He combed his fingers through my hair, calming me, as I emptied whatever was left in me and the waves of pressure started to fade. I gave a content breath of relief happily, feeling the soaking, sticky, warmth between my legs and I looked up at him. I decided to stand, feeling lightheaded and the urine streamed down my thighs and dripped out of my panties, pattering down on the bathtub.  He had his hands in my hair again; pulling me forward, and I felt his warm lips on my forehead. I melted into him in that moment with a feeling like that of the sun coming out washing over me. He also began to melt out of his animalistic dominance, whimpering in joy and planting his lips strong against mine, weak to me, and I felt him smile now and again.  “Feel better?” He asked.  “Yes,” I sighed.  I grinned and kissed him again and tugged his lip and he grinded forward against me, his warm skin absorbing into mine. I was starting to lose my breath and I gripped his hair, pulling his head back and he looked dazed and content to me as sudden seriousness overcame me in the midst of all the emotion.  “I want you…” I whispered.  He brushed his hand down my thighs and his muscular fingers grabbed my ass, with his other arm on my upper back, coaxing me into him with his arms. In response I traveled my one hand down his neck to his back and my other hand to fondle what had me curious before.  “Trust me,” he answered, pulling my face close to him, with his fingers under my chin, “you have me.” Part 3: Harness  The door of Lucy’s apartment flew open and slammed against the wall with a bang, probably making the neighbors worried.  This concern was far from Ki-tae and Lucy though. They were deep in each other’s mouths, making out against the wall, rosy and passionate.  Since their first date, they’d had many more, and each became more intimate than the next. They were the happiest of lovers, and in this moment, time was still. All that moved was them and their rapid hearts. Ki-tae slammed his hands up on the wall on either side of Lucy, sliding close to her. In between lips and breath he huffed quietly.  “I want so much right now. It’s killing me. Tell me what you want, I’ll do it.”  Lucy gently sighed, a smile growing on her lips.  “Oh? What if what I want would kill you more?”  He got down to his knees, kissing between her breasts, down her torso, and between her thighs, making her inhale sharply. Running his hands on both of her hips, enamored by her body before him, he muttered, “Murder me.”  She smiled and started to blush.  “There’s something I want… You to try…”  He stood slowly, eyeing her. “Yeah?”  She started to stammer and looked away, giggling. “No… No maybe we shouldn’t.”  Ki-tae held her hand, his black eyes were warm and inviting with the rooms low lighting, “You can tell me.”  She bit her lip. “I actually have it, just in case… Follow me.”  Ki-tae tilted his head, pondering. “So it’s an object…” She gave a tiny giggle. “Y-yeah…”  He stood at the doorway of her room as she rummaged through her closet haphazardly due to nerves.  “Just so you know, I’m not sticking anything up my ass.”  She paused and shot him a sad look, and he shot her one of concern.  Lucy laughed at the expression he had, settling him, and reassured him, “I don’t have anything like that.”  He smiled, still half shocked from the joke, almost in disbelief that she’d pull it. “Well, on with it. What’s in the closet?”  She pulled out what looked like leather whips or a net and in better position he could see it was a human harness.  His knees buckled as his chest filled with warmth. Laughter erupted from him.  She clutched the harness close to her. “Wh-what?!”  He tried to stand back up but struggled.  “Am I a dog?! Please tell me you have a leash.”  She gave a nervous smile, “I-I don’t…”  He shook his head, smiling, “You missed an opportunity.”  He wiped a tear from his eye and saw her standing with the harness, pale and shaking.  He came close to her and wrapped her in a big hug “hey, hey, it’s alright, I’ll still try it.”  “Are you sure? Maybe w-we shouldn’t…”  “Honey, it’s ok, it’s ok. I just didn’t expect it, that’s all.”  She nodded, gripping the harness tighter. He put his hand on her head and whispered a breathy “aigo…”  She shot her hand forward for him to take the harness, and he looked at it, puzzled, trying to figure out how to put on the odd tangle of belts.  He looked at her in concern.  “I could…”  “No, I’ve got it!” After about 20 minutes of struggling (where in 8 of those minutes he had to try to keep themselves from laughing because of a moment that he got tangled and looked like a fish caught in a tuna net), he was set with the harness on him correctly.  She smiled and bit her lip nervously…  “What is it?” He asked with a smirk, “Do you like it?”  “Well…” Lucy answered. “You’re… Not supposed to have clothes on underneath…”  He playfully dropped to all fours and stared at the ground dejected.  “No it’s ok!” Lucy interceded.  “I thought this would be simple…” He groaned.  “Maybe it can be…”  He looked up.  “If anything, this might make things more interesting.”  “Get up.”  “Ok, I stand. I’ll be a good dog.”  “Hey!” Lucy said sharply, pointing at him, “none of that! I’m in control tonight…”  He tilted his head , grinning big.  She then had him against the wall, feeling his body through his clothes and the harness. She reached lower and began to fondle him and he softly muttered “Bark…”  She exhaled sharply.  “I could stop you know.”  He chuckled and kissed her on the cheek. “You’re doing great,” he murmured, smiling softly.  This encouraged her and she went back to kissing him, pressing hard against him on the wall. The leather harness restrained him and he moaned softly as she tightened the straps even more.  “Ah - that’s tight. I don’t know if I can breathe…”  “Can you?” She asked with a smile. A gravelly moan drifted from his lips and he closed his eyes. The weight of her body and the restrain of the harness was putting constant pressure on his manhood, and it was practically twitching beneath the warmth of her lower body. She caressed it between her hips, gently stroking as she moved her body gently against him, keeping him pinned in place. His heart sped when a particularly rough grind hit his bladder. His member twitched at this and a chill went up his spine. He couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or if his lust had blocked out his need for the past few hours. Regardless, the need was here and it was strong.  “Babe…” He whispered, as she was kissing his neck. “Babe… Ack- babe-babe-babe-babe…” He grumbled, tears in his eyes.  “What is it, dear?”  He inwardly groaned, he didn’t want it to stop, but he knew if this kept up, he could soak himself, and her. His plea was stuck in his tension. “I… Bathroom.. Need it…”  She stopped what she was doing and stared down at his black denim pants beneath the leather. She quickly pulled his dress shirt from beneath his belt.  “How bad?”  “Why did you pull my shirt out?”  “How bad?”  He thought about it. “Bad…”  “Honey… Do you think… You can hold it? After I’m done with this we can move on to more… you know… Freeing things.”  That was all the motivation he needed.  “Yeah. If it gets bad again though, I want to get out of this.”  She nodded, smiling.  She resumed what she was doing, this time with him on the bed on his back, and her on top of him.  His belt cut into him and the pressure of holding it was agony, but it was also as intense as the sexual pressure he had, and he was neck deep in adrenaline. He couldn’t tell what build up in him would give in at this point, and this odd helplessness to her brought out a rabid lust in him. In her next kiss he grabbed her tight and slammed her body against his. She responded by quickly spreading her legs further on top of him and ground herself further down into his crotch and the pressure and where it hit the bladder was so intense that a little bit of hot urine spurt out of him, making a loud helpless moan escape him and he held her face against his for dear life, shaking and making out intensely. She pulled his head back and his eyes were lustful and begging, his mouth open and panting heavily.  “I leaked.” He managed to confess, breathily. A feathery feeling shot through her spine and coursed through her body.  “Did you?” She asked with a grin, feeling his lower body give the faintest twitch. “Get me out, ” He muttered. He shot upright, grabbing himself tight and he panicked, snapping out of his haze.  “G-get me out of this! Or I’ll piss all over your bed!” She soon snapped out of it too.  “Alright! I got it! Stand.”  He got off the bed but remained doubled over.  “Come on…”  He grit his teeth and straightened up with his legs stiff together.  “Oh dear…” She muttered.  “Hm?” He asked, squirming.  “You’ve got it bad…”  “Y-yeah no kidding now come on!” He pleaded. “Ok!” She answered quickly, and brought him to the bathroom and began to struggle to undo the belts.  Despite her shaky hands, she managed to get each belt undone rather quickly. Then she got to the last belts. The ones that were tightly around and between his legs.  He backed up and got into the tub to pull back. “I’ll try to get these… I can trust my own hands to not make me… You know…”  She smiled.  He fumbled with the belt between his leg and it only clicked and lightly rattled with no shift. He looked at her fearfully. He went to the other belts, struggling and tugging them intensely without them budging.  “You did this on purpose didn’t you?!”  “W-what?! No! I j-just wanted to play…”  “Aiiish… I can’t hold it…”  “W-well… Maybe the toilet? You could sit… And less would…”  “Oh, no, no… Dress off.”  “W-what?”  He tilted his head with a smile, “please?” She sighed with a slight smile and lifted her dress off to be in only bra and panties.  He pulled her tight against him, and his warmth shot through her bare skin quickly. He lightly smacked her butt. “Bad girl.”  She giggled. “C-can I-?” She tried to pry off of him and he pulled her tighter.  One arm was on her upper back and one was on her ass, pressing her against him. “No. I’m going to wet myself at this rate. So I’m going to make sure it’s all over you too.” He said with a mischievous grin. She shrieked, “w-wait! No…!” “No?” He asked, letting her go.  Her head was spinning, she wanted this, and she wanted it bad, but not if he didn’t.  “Y-you really don’t want to pee yourself… I-I’m not going to make you! I didn’t want you to be stuck. I’ll do your laundry if you have an accident but first we need to get you out of that!”  “Babe.”  “If anything we might have to cut it off, i can get a knife, just please hold still and I can- I…”  “Babe.”  He sighed and scoffed. As he grinned he revealed to her the issue, the belt part past the buckle, tucked in a hard to see area to prevent it from moving. He slid the harness right off like it was nothing.  “You… You got it.”  He nodded and she slowly started to understand what he was doing.  “Wait.” “Wait.” He started laughing again quietly. “So you could’ve just…!” His laughing got louder.  “You tricked me!”  He grabbed her arm, wanting to apologize but still giggling.  “I knew you would give me a hard time with a full bladder. I knew it!”  He felt the pressure hit again sharply and tightened his legs again.  “Hah… I… So now what do you want… Harness or toilet…”  She glanced down at the harness.  He smiled, “I thought so…”  She buckled the harness back unto him, looser this time, and pressed against him on the wall in rhythm until he leaked again and trembled. He grabbed her and pulled her tight against him making another hot spurt of urine come out, and the tingling sensation in his bladder got stronger and stronger as he gave a relieved moan and let everything flood out of him.  He closed his eyes and relaxed with a sigh as warm liquid poured out of him, coursing down his legs and between her legs, puddling in the bathtub beneath them, and it filled every crevasse of his clothes and excited Lucy, her heartbeat fluttering.  She pulled her head from where she rested it and gazed at him. He was blushing, and she was blushing, and then he smiled.  “Woah,” she muttered.  He nodded and tilted his head back, eyes closed, letting his heart slow some. “And you don’t even like wetting yourself.” She added.  He grinned. “I saw how much you liked it when it happened on that one date.”  She stared down at their soaked lower halves. “…Still… You…”  “Not another word…” He said, softly smiling.  “But really, you don’t have to-”  “No. Really. Can we please stop talking and change I’m getting cold.”  “Oh! Yeah, of course! I’m sorry!” She quickly started undoing the harness and slid it off him.  “Did you get the use of it that you wanted?”  “Is that a question?” She replied with a smirk.  He held her hand and kissed her forehead. “So are we still going to do… Freeing things?”  She smiled and turned around, running warm water for a shower.  “Hey…”  The water thundered louder and she pulled the part on the faucet to make the shower run. He stood there, looking exasperated and getting soaked in his dress shirt and pants, and she turned to him, with a teasing smile in her flattering bra and panties.  “Hey!..” He groaned.  She laughed and said “Hey. What are you doing? Start undressing will you?”  He swallowed and nodded, realizing what she meant and quickly started unbuttoning his shirt, “y-yes…” Last part as of now~  Part 4: Collared  It was nighttime, and Ki-Tae glanced over at Lucy, who was laying happily on her bed. He smiled and cuddled up next to her, wrapping his arms around her. She hazily started brushing his arm back and forth with her fingertips, staring at the ceiling.  “You ok? You’re staring at nothing.” Ki-Tae asked.  Lucy smiled and faint color showed on her face. “Yeah… yeah I just… Had a dumb thought.”  Ki-Tae nodded. “I can’t relate to that.”  Lucy huffed with a laugh and swatted his shoulder. Ki-Tae grinned.  “Do you want to… I don’t know… Play around?” Lucy asked.  Ki-Tae gave a curious smile, “Play around how?”  Lucy sat up, looking away and covered her mouth. Between her fingers she said “That harness is still in the closet…”  Ki-Tae fought the urge to laugh and said “So it is…”  “I think you’ll like the other thing I got.”  She got up and walked to her closet.  “I should start checking that closet cause you’re starting to scare me.” He called to her.  She nervously opened the door, pulling out a collar and leash.  Ki-Tae had to try even harder not to laugh and covered his mouth with the back of his clenched hand, turning away.  “Alright. Alright. I’ll be your dog.” Ki-Tae said with a giggle.  Lucy smiled nervously. “We don’t have t-”  “Do it.”  She adjusted the collar on him and hooked the leash as well. He grinned, entertained.  He tried to walk forward and she tugged him back. “Hey!”  “You’ll have to be obedient as my dog” Lucy reminded him.  Ki-Tae sighed. “Aiiishh… The collar chokes a bit.”  Lucy winced half smiling. “Sorry.”  Ki-Tae got an entertained idea. He grabbed the collar on his neck so it wouldn’t hurt him and ran forward, making the leash almost shoot out of Lucy’s hand and she shrieked, running after him.  Ki-Tae laughed amused as Lucy was wide-eyed.  “My dog used to do that to me all the time when I was growing up.” He laughed.  It was Lucy’s turn to smirk.  “Oh? Then why don’t we go for a walk?”  Ki-Tae swallowed. “Uh, ok…”  She walked over to the door leaving the apartment.  “Wh-What?!”  “What?” She asked, pretending to be confused.  Ki-Tae suddenly got nervous and brushed his fingers through his black hair. “I can’t go outside like this…”  She glanced him up and down, “Sure you can.”  Ki-Tae gulped. She got close to him to comfort him.  “It’s the dead of night, no one will see us. And if there’s any sign of someone else, we’ll book it.”  Ki-Tae nodded and swallowed. “Ok.”  They head out the door. It was actually a pretty fun walk. The only difference between a normal walk with him and this was the leash, which she’d tug now and then to get his attention. To make her laugh when he saw a squirrel he barked at it, making her almost let go of the leash from laughing.  “Are you getting used to this?”  “I didn’t think I would, but I am. I think I get it.” Lucy smiled, unable to believe how well he’s gotten along with everything she’s introduced to him, even when he doesn’t initially like some things he’d still tried them out for her.  Later after some fun he started walking a little more stiffly - nervously. An urge to pee that had started during the walk was getting stronger now.  “What’s wrong?” Lucy asked. A cold sweat broke out on his back, knowing Lucy.  “N-nothing.”  She smirked at him tugging his leash. “Come on, be a good boy…”  For some reason a chill went down his spine at that. He was so distracted he almost forgot he was her dog. The tingling in his bladder got stronger as she spun him around. She looked him in the eyes. “What is it?” She asked.  He blushed. She blushed.  “M-Maybe we should go back to the apartment…”  “Why? Do you feel sick? Hungry?”  He shook his head. He knew he shouldn’t tell her because of what she liked but for some reason he wanted her to take advantage of it.  “I have to pee.”  An entertained sigh came out of Lucy’s lips.  “Well why didn’t you say so? Let’s go.”  W-what? Ki-Tae thought. Usually she’d make me wait a little longer or tease me. This is a nice change of pace but still…  She walked ahead of him, hurrying his stiff and nervous walking. She turned around and stopped smiling at him.  “Here you go.”  He looked down and saw a fire hydrant. He almost choked. She couldn’t be serious.  “Wh…” Was all he had.  “Go.” She purred. Her saying “Go” almost made him obey but when he looked at the fire hydrant it almost made the liquid retreat back into him.  “You can’t be serious.” He muttered.  “Of course i’m serious.” She said, looking at him like this was normal. “We can’t have any accidents back at the house.”  He bit his tongue at that, remembering some other encounters, and just how far was she into this role-play? Was this her plan all along?  “Ok… But don’t look. Please.”  She blushed and nodded, turning around while he undid the zipper of his pants. She kept a look out for him as he nervously stood there with his member in his hand. He couldn’t. He’d only ever done this in a toilet. And he was in public. Lucy would hear him. He blushed.  How many other embarrassing things had she seen though? He knew he could trust her. He sighed and some urine came out of him, sending a pleasant chill down his spine. Lucy blushed as she heard the stream hit the hydrant but then her heart sunk before beating rapidly. A friend of his was walking down the sidewalk parallel to them.  “Stop.”  WHAT?!  “Wh-what do you mean stop? I just started?”  “Your friend is here. Stop. We have to run. Now.” He saw him in the distance and choked, quickly zipping up. But he couldn’t stop peeing for the life of him and tears formed in his eyes as he felt his boxers grow warm.  “Come on!” He noticed she unclipped the leash and they both bolted. The running helped distract him and keep some of the urine in as they ran quickly back to the apartment.  He thundered up the stairs in front of her and she quickly unlocked the door, slamming it behind him and he slammed his back against it breathing heavily. His bladder gave in from all the activity and his heart thundered and his legs shook as he emptied the rest of what he had right into his jeans, warming him and spreading a patch down to his knees. He gave shaky breaths, warm and red faced with a slight sweat on the back of his neck.  “Did he see us?” He choked out.  She shook her head. “I don’t think so.” She walked up to him and undid his collar, looking at the embarrassment on his face. She looked down at the shiny dark patch that dripped from his jeans unto the wood floor.  “Oh… Oh honey… I’m sorry-”  Teary-eyed, he grabbed her face and kissed her.  She weakened at his grip, kissing him back and grabbing his hair.  She looked at him after he let go and tears were streaming down his face.  When he could finally gather words he shakily spoke.  “Growing up, everything I did was perfect…. I had to be the man of the house… The man of the company… I had to be strong and collected.” He breathed a bit, looking away and looking back at her.  “Never. Never in a million years would I be on a dog leash. And never would I be peeing in my pants like some little kid. I’d never do things that were so humiliating.” He added.  Her heart twinged and she looked at him concerned.  “I’m crazy. You’ve made me crazy.” He choked out, and then he laughed.  She was teary eyed.  “So why… Why do I love it so much…?” He asked, kissing her again. After they let go he sunk down to his knees.  She squatted down in front of him with her hand on his cheek, he looked at her with glassy eyes.  “We can go to being a normal couple, Ki-Tae…” She said sincerely, with her hand on his cheek.  “We don’t have to do any of this wild stuff. I’ll let you dominate me. We’ll have vanilla experiences. It’s ok.”  He looked at her with a smirk and glanced off.  “Are you kidding? I never knew how sick I was of normal until you came into my life. I love this. It’s like a roller coaster. It’s an adrenaline rush.”  She gave a gentle smile.  “I guess I just need to get a little more used to it…”  He casually gave her a light kiss on the lips, smiling at her sincerely.  “I’m ok,” he assured her.  He laughed and got close to her ear, giggling he whispered,“To be honest, I probably could have held it a little longer.”  Her eyes widened and she looked at him. He sighed with a light chuckle.  “So it’s ok that you do this,” he clarified, nervously smiling at the ground. She got up and lifted him to his feet.  “Why don’t you shower and change, and we can make something to eat? I can make your favorite…”  Ki-Tae smiled and nodded. “Sure. But… I think I want your favorite.”  With that he kissed her forehead, and walked off to the bathroom.
Hello all! So I originally wrote this in the thread of my first story, Ally's Hold, but decided that I should probably give this chapter and it's continuation their own thread, since they're in a different perspective and have a bit of different tone from the first story. I hope that's okay! As I woke up, I slowly realized three things.  One- I'd woken up earlier than I usually did. Two- I still had the apartment to myself. And Three- I had to piss like you wouldn't believe. My hand immediately shot under my blankets to grab myself. My bladder was sending urgent signals all throughout my abdomen, telling me that it wanted to empty and it wanted to empty NOW. Under normal circumstances, I simply would've rolled out of bed and gone straight to the toilet. However, these were not normal circumstances. The hold that I'd done the evening prior was only the beginning of the omo related plans I had for the weekend. For Saturday, I'd decided to try a challenge that I saw online once. I wasn't allowed to pee in the same place more than once for the whole day, which meant the toilet needed to be saved for emergencies or a last ditch effort.  The only problem was that I hadn't planned ahead at all. I had no idea where I was going to pee first. I slowly sat up, trying not to irritate my bladder, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I crossed them tightly as gravity worked it's magic and pushed all of the liquid I was trying to contain downwards. After a few moments, the wave subsided and I gingerly stood up. My stomach felt firm and heavy, as if I'd drank too much too fast. I waddled out of my bedroom in search of a place to relieve myself for the morning. Walking past the bathroom was awful. I desperately wanted to rush in and relieve myself of a night's worth of piss, and the thought alone caused me to stop for a few moments, frantically shifting my weight from foot to foot. Eventually, I made it to the kitchen, still dry. A twisted smile formed on my face as I innocently decided that I should brew some coffee while I decided where to pee. The sight and sound of the coffee slowly trickling out of my Keurig drove me up the wall, and I had to hold myself while bouncing rapidly to stay dry. I shakily raised my mug to my lips and whined slightly as I drank, feeling like the drink was getting poured directly into my bladder. Just as I put my mug back down on the counter, a wave a desperation hit, causing me to whimper loudly. I couldn't hold it any longer. Legs shaking, I frantically looked around my kitchen for something to squat over. Tears filled my eyes and my heart began to race as the pressure grew to an unbearable intensity.  My eyes landed on the sink, and I let out a groan before shuffling over and yanking my pajama pants down. I felt a drop leak out as I hauled myself up onto the sink and spread my legs. For a moment, nothing. Then, pure bliss. I shakily sighed as my bladder finally released it's contents. All of my tensed muscles relaxed, and I found myself having trouble keeping my balance over the sink. After a minute or two, I was empty and ready to start my day.  I spent the rest of my morning cleaning up the house and getting a little work done on the computer, sipping on my coffee all the while. It was about noon by the time I decided to get something to eat.  While I slipped on some jeans, I felt a light pang from my bladder. It seemed a bit strange that I already had to go, but I chalked it up to being a bit tired from this mornings and last night's hold. Regardless, I simply continued getting dressed, not planning on emptying any time soon. I finished off my second cup of coffee and headed to my car.  I felt myself getting fuller and fuller as I drove around the city, and by the time I'd gotten my food I was feeling more than a little urge to fidget around.  "No problem." I thought. "I'm almost home."  Big surprise, I was mistaken.  My eyes widened as I saw the traffic in front of me, apparently caused by a wreck that had happened further up the street. We weren't moving very quickly, and it looked like I was going to be there a while.  Accepting that I was stuck for a bit, I opened my bag of food and began to eat in the car. I'd gotten an extra large soda to help myself fill up when I got home, but when I picked it up I realized that I'd somehow absentmindedly drank half of it already. This didn't bode well. Around 15 minutes later, my legs were bouncing around and my hands were nervously tapping on the wheel. We'd only inched forward a couple of times, and traffic showed no sign of clearing up. I'd also managed to finish up my drink while I ate. Another 10 minutes later, my thighs were frantically rubbing together. I bit my lip, silently begging for traffic to clear up so I could head home and find a place to empty. I wanted to hold myself so badly, but I was worried that someone might see through my car window. I settled for grabbing and fiddling with the hem of my shirt instead.  5 more minutes later, the urge to hold myself won out as I buried a hand between my legs. Unfortunately, I couldn't get a good grip because of the jeans I was wearing. I also couldn't squirm around and cross my legs like I desperately needed to. At this rate, I was going to wet my car seat. I wriggled my hips side to side and whimpered, "Hurry...!"  After just a few more moments, I felt my muscles give out for a split second, and my crotch grew warm as a drop slipped out. I was in full panic-mode now, looking around my car for anything to release into.  "Oh!" I exclaimed. The cup!  I gave a quick glance to the car beside me, making sure the driver wasn't looking in my direction. With shaking hands, I unbuckled my seat belt and my jeans, sighing as some pressure was taken off of my bladder. It took a while, but I managed to shimmy my jeans and underwear down my legs. A sudden wave of desperation overtook me, and I slammed my thighs shut. Another trickle escaped, soaking into the seat.  Tears in my eyes, I grabbed the cup and held it to my opening, hoping that I was aiming correctly. I tried to wait a few more seconds to make sure I was adjusted correctly, but I couldn't. The dam burst, and I let out a loud cry of relief as I emptied myself into the cup. The entire time I pissed I kept looking around, making sure that no one saw what I was doing. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice.  Once I was done, I placed the cup back into the cup holder and put the lid on top before pulling my jeans and undies back up. Traffic still took forever to clear, but waiting was a lot easier now that I wasn't about to explode. I eventually made my way home, excited to continue the rest of my challenge in private. Once I arrived home, I decided to be a responsible human being and get the rest of my schoolwork done. After heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I grabbed my laptop, retreated into my room and sat down at my desk.  I’d been procrastinating all week on some of my assignments, as college students do, and it was time to pay the price. As the large load of work seemed to glare at me from my laptop’s screen, I sighed and got to work. For a few hours, the room was filled with the sound of my fingers tapping away on the keyboard. I shifted to get a bit more comfortable and felt a small twinge of need from my bladder. So of course, like any other normal person, I promptly stood up and got another glass of water. I decided that I wasn’t going to find somewhere to pee until all of my work was done. The work kept me distracted for a rather long time, only really noticing my need for the restroom whenever I moved too much. It also helped that I was pacing my drink intake, something I’d neglected doing all weekend. However, I was still drinking something, and what comes in must come out. I’d just finished my fourth assignment when I felt my bladder contract once again, this time a bit more harshly. I shifted in my seat, opting to cross my legs at the ankle. It helped a little. “Mkay, done with philosophy.” I muttered. “Moving on to math.” For math, I’d need a notebook to write my work on. I rolled my chair back and bent down to open the drawer I kept my notebooks in, squishing my bladder. It voiced its displeasure with a series of pangs, and I squeezed my thighs together in response. I got what I needed and returned to an upright position, expecting my bladder to calm down once it was no longer squished. For the second time that day, I was mistaken. All throughout the next hour I struggled to stay focused and finish my work while my bladder spasmed and a familiar pressure began to build. I tried to avoid squirming and grabbing at myself, thinking that if I didn’t pay attention to my need, it would lessen. However, as a particularly intense wave of desperation hit me, my hips began to rock. My mind was beginning to cloud, thinking of toilets and running water instead of the equations I was supposed to be solving. Another wave hit, and I bit my lip to suppress a groan. My legs began to bounce. By the time I started my last assignment, I was rocking back and forward in my chair, my breathing shallow and quick. Out of curiosity, I ran a hand over my abdomen to find a small, firm bulge. I could almost feel the liquid inside, thrumming against my skin, aching to be let out. I gave myself a quick squeeze and whined when I took my hand away. It felt so good to hold myself, but I needed two hands to type. Doing homework is exceptionally hard while you’re desperate. Not only was it impossible to focus, but I was trying so hard to rush and finish that I found myself making simple mistakes. I tapped frantically at the backspace button, mourning the time that I was wasting in correcting a mistake. At that moment, every second counted towards keeping myself dry. After 20 more minutes of bouncing, squirming and whimpering, I finally finished my last assignment. I closed my laptop a little harder than I meant to and rolled away from my desk, shoving my hands between my legs. It didn’t help as much as I’d like, but the little relief it gave still drew a shaky sigh from my lips. Now came the hard part. I stood up from my chair and almost immediately bent almost double, the weight of all the water I’d drank making itself known. I gently rubbed my bladder once again to find that it’d grown even larger and firmer. I had to find somewhere to release, fast. There was nothing in my bedroom that could help, so I had to relocate. Quietly whimpering to myself, I hobbled out of my bedroom and into the hallway, looking around for something the entire time. Once again, I was faced with the torturous aspect of passing the bathroom. As I looked longingly at the slightly open door, shifting my weight from foot to foot, I got an idea. It was about evening time, and I didn’t plan on going out again that day. “Why not go ahead and take a shower?” I thought. With a shaking hand, I reached for the doorknob and stepped into the bathroom. My desperation rocketed to excruciating heights when I saw the toilet. It felt like my entire body was screaming, “It’s right there! No one is stopping you, so just go!”   But I didn’t. I closed the bathroom door and took off my clothes, squirming a bit more frantically due to the feeling of being naked making my need worse. Then, taking a deep breath and squeezing myself firmly with my other hand, I reached out and turned the shower on. A strange sound between a growl and a whine escaped my throat as the water pounded against the shower floor. I crossed my legs and bounced, the sound triggering a me-too response in my bladder. It pounded and throbbed, begging me to empty it, to stop torturing it. I wanted nothing more than to sit on the toilet right next to me and release. But I didn’t because I knew the more I held out, the better the relief would feel. Instead I pulled the shower curtain back, and braced myself as my thighs quivered. The warm water hit my body, and I experienced a whole new level of desperation. The water dripped and splashed everywhere while I squirmed and writhed in place, tempting me to let go. It felt like my very nerves were on fire, and my bladder throbbed so intensely I thought I would black out from the pressure. Through pure willpower, I managed to hold on for a few minutes, unable to hold back the moans and whines spilling out of my mouth. I felt a strange numbness spread throughout my abdomen and my pelvic floor flutter. I knew what was happening. This was it. I was done. With a cry of relief, my bladder finally gave out. I couldn’t tell what was the water from the shower and what was me, but as I sank to my knees, gasping for air, I didn’t care. All that mattered was the waves of incredible relief surging through me. I’m not sure how long I sat in the shower like that, but I eventually found the strength to stand, wash myself off, and stagger back into my room to change into some pajamas. I all but collapsed onto my bed, my eyes heavy. It was only mid-evening, but I decided a little nap couldn’t hurt. I think I’d earned it. Edited December 17, 2018 by drenna (see edit history)
Inspired by a very special person in my life........Hope it is enjoyable. I am still new to writing for public consumption. Story begins....... John had to pee really badly when they deplaned and started to leave the airport. Sophia was not talking. Just walking rapidly to the parking garage. "Sophia! Wait. I need to make a quick stop!" John called. She kept going a pretty good clip. "Ugh. I gotta pee sooooo bad. But if I lose her she may drive off and leave me here. Stupid idea giving her the keys." he thought. "What does that dolt want," Sophia thought to herself "Oh I can't deal with him now. Maybe ever." She kept walking towards the parking garage. John passed a men's room and stopped for a moment watching her go on towards the garage rapidly. Looked in. Looked ahead. Looked in again. Looked ahead again. "damn. Lines in mens room???" he thought. Sped up and caught her. "Please Sophia. I'm sorry. Can't we talk?" Nothing but silence and a stern stare ahead. John thought this could be the end. His bladder was bursting but the thought of losing Sophia was killing him. If he could only undo what he had done. "Why do I do this to myself" he thought as he swallowed and choked back tears. "I don't need him. I am so done with him" Sophia thought to herself. "When we get back to my place I'm sending him away for good." John was now grabbing his crotch and even pee dancing a little as he tried to keep up with her. She was like some kind of speedwalker. "I'm sorry. So sorry. Please talk to me." he said with a quiet defeated voice. He bowed his head and kept walking. One hand in his crotch when he thought no one could see. She stared ahead as if he weren't there. He stopped in a panic. The first trickle of pee escaped."oh my god" he thought. He froze. Sophia kept walking. He regained control but it now looked like he had spilled a little water on his crotch. He un-tucked his shirt and yanked it down. He hustled again to catch her. They were almost at John's car. She got to the car turned and crossed her arms. Staring at John with an anger he had not seen. He stopped in his tracks about 10 feet away. There were people coming and going and this did not seem like the best place for what he thought was coming. "I trusted you! I needed you! I opened up to you more than I have ever opened up to anyone!" She yelled at John as people turned to look. John was squirming very indiscreetly now in his predicament. Even pee dancing a little. He was no longer comfortable grabbing his crotch with all of the people around. "Um Sophia. I am so sorry. I really am." John uttered somewhat silently. "I promise..um I can..um..um I really need to use the mens room quick and maybe I can explain." A tear rolled down his eye. "Take a cab then. I'm leaving." she said angrily and turned to the door. "No no no wait!" John cried as he ran to her. Then he grabbed his crotch and felt another spurt of pee. Enough so that his palm felt it. He shuddered and froze. He tried not to be obvious. He looked down at the ground as he pleaded with Sophia. "I'm sorry. I was selfish, and irresponsible and I let you down. Please forgive me." John groaned as he felt another spasm. "oh my god. I'm on the verge of peeing my pants. please god kill me now." John thought to himself trying to stare at the ground and block everything else out. "How! How can I forgive you?" She demanded. She noticed him squirming and thought he may be in real trouble. "Hmm" she thought. "I could use this" "Oh John. You embarrassed me pretty good." Sophia said a little more calmly. "You want to talk?" Her eyebrows raised. "Sophia. I do oh I do." he groaned crossing his legs tight while standing. "Ok. Here drink this entire 16oz bottle of water and then we'll talk" Johns face went pale."What?" "Never mind." she said and she turned again to the car. John felt another spasm. She noticed too. There was now a small visible wetspot below where his shirt covered. "No no Sophia" he said as he took the bottle and cringed. He slowly uncapped the bottle. "Really?" he asked with a look of pain. Still clenching his legs together. "Yup. Every last drop. And then we can talk. " He tilted the bottle back to start drinking and it happened. He started peeing, and peeing. He was wetting his pants full on. Sophia and possibly others nearby could hear the hissing. She calmly took the bottle. She looked in his eyes. "Pretty embarrassing wetting your pants at your age?" she asked him somewhat quietly. John didn't answer. He turned his teary face to the ground. She continued as a tear rolled down her cheek, "You embarrassed me really badly. It really hurt too. I'm going to embarrass you. And maybe. Just maybe if you are willing to bear this embarrassment I will consider taking you back." She took her index finger and pressed into his bladder as he froze. Sophia jumped back "Oh sorry sir. I didn't want to get wet." she said loudly. Heads turned. "A man your age should really be potty trained. Those are cute big boy pants. I hear great things about depends. Good luck sir. Here is some money for a cab, and a trash bag for the seat in the cab." She turned to a person walking by. "Shame. He's kinda cute too. I change enough diapers at home though." She said out loud as she made her way to the drivers seat of her car. Johns face turned bright red. His pants were so wet you'd be hard pressed to find a dry spot. There was a puddle of under John that was at least a meter long and wide. His shoes even leaked a little pee out the top. He was looking down sobbing as Sophia drove off.  He had not wet his pants since grade school. Long streak broken. But he had renewed hope. The End ps I am very sorry Sophia  Edited December 18, 2018 by nc_omo_dude grammar check (see edit history)
John rushed to get into his public speaking class on time. He had gotten out of chemistry class late, because it had been lab day and the experiment had to be cleaned up. Of course, most of the students had left the mess, assuming someone else would clean it up. John was really ashamed of his classmates sometimes. Feeling sorry for the teacher, he, along with two of his buddies from the track team, had stayed behind to help. His friends had hurried off to English when they were finished, and he had hurried off to public speaking. He slid into his seat beside his best friend, Briana, just as the tardy bell rang. “That was close,” she said. “You were almost late there.” “Yeah,” he said. “I stayed to help clean the chemistry room.” “You're too nice sometimes, you know that?” she said. “Well, someone had to do it,” he told her. “If everyone would clean up after themselves like they're supposed to, no one would have to stay late.” Then the teacher started talking and they fell silent. John sighed. He hated public speaking. And today was speech day. Just his luck. He was making a speech on the physical and mental benefits of cross country running. He was well prepared, but he was still scared. But it was the last class of the day, on a friday. It had been a long day, but there was only one more hour, and then he was free. But that hour would feel like a very long time, he knew it. He was so nervous about his speech, and he really had to pee. He’d had to go in chemistry class, but he'd been too busy with the experiment. And then helping clean up. He knew he wouldn't be able to go now, because students werent allowed to leave the room during speeches, and were rarely allowed to at other times, and he was too nervous to ask anyway.  He sighed again. Briana looked at him.  She knew he was worried about his speech. “Hey, you'll be okay. Your speech is good. You practiced it enough.” She whispered. “I really have to go to the bathroom,” he whispered back. Normally, he didn't much like telling people that, but she was his best friend. She looked at him sympathetically. “Miss Newbern won't let you go. Maybe you're just nervous.” Miss Newbern said high school students should be able to hold it for an hour, and should have the time management skills to go between classes. But she didn't take into account chemistry experiments that had to be cleaned up. Briana watched John fidget in his seat. “Are you going to be able to hold it until the end of the hour?” she whispered to him. “I think so,” he whispered back, but he sounded less than confident. Then Miss Newbern gave them a dirty look, so they had to stop whispering and pay attention to the speech that was going on. But John couldn't pay attention very well.  He was paying too much attention to his efforts not to release the liquid from his bladder. He did try his best to pay attention to Briana’s speech on the benefits of music to society. He completely ignored Dustin’s speech. Dustin was an idiot who thought he was very special because he was the starting quarterback on the school's football team. He was a bully who constantly made fun of John. Finally it was John's turn. His speech was the last speech of the day. He got up and made his way to the podium. Dustin tried to trip him but he was ready for it, much to Dustin's disappointment.  He got to the podium and began his speech. He was actually doing pretty well, and he relaxed a bit. A bit too much. He felt a long spurt come out and faltered for a second. He clenched his muscles tighter and continued. He finished his speech to applause. He had actually done pretty well, but he was hesitant to step out from behind the podium for fear that he had a visible damp spot and also because he thought he might lose it all if he moved. Just then, the bell rang. He was free! He rushed out from behind the podium, grabbed his bag, and rushed out the door. He tried to make his way as quickly as possible to the bathroom, but the hallway was crowded and he lost a few more spurts before he got there. His pants were definitely damp now. Once in the bathroom,  he frantically undid his belt and yanked at his zipper. It didn't move. “Damn it!” he thought. He continued yanking at it. And then it happened. His muscles released and he was peeing uncontrollably. His khakis grew warm and wet and darkened rapidly. He looked down at them in shame. He could hear students in the hallways talking and laughing. He couldn't go out there like this, not while so many people were around. He decided to hide in one of the stalls until the hallway cleared. Eventually, the sound lessened,and finally there was silence. Then he heard a voice. “John. I know you're in there. You can come out now. There's no one here but me.” Briana. Of course she would have waited for him. They usually walked home together. And of course, she'd figured out what had happened. He came out of the bathroom slowly. “I had an accident,” he said quietly, as though it wasn't obvious. “It's okay.” said Briana. “Lets go home.” They walked down the hallway and turned a corner. But bad luck wasn't done with them yet. When they turned the corner, they saw Dustin. And Dustin saw them. Dustin strode toward them, a wicked smirk on his face. “Briana, babe,” he said, “Why do you hang out with this loser when you could have someone like me?” John stepped in front of Briana protectively. “Leave her alone!” he said, with the strongest tone he could muster. Dustin’s smirk got even wider. “You fancy yourself a knight in shining armor, protecting the lady, huh? Well, let me tell you the truth. You're nothing but a baby. A baby who pissed his pants. You're pathetic.” He shoved John, suddenly, and John stumbled to the side. “Come on Briana, babe.” Dustin said. But John again stood tall. “Leave her alone!” he said again, louder this time. “You gonna make me?” Dustin challenged. The boys stared at each other, and at this point,  either one might have thrown a punch. But Briana beat them to it. Stepping around John, she punched Dustin in the jaw hard enough that he stumbled back a few steps. He looked at Briana with a shocked expression, glared at John one more time, and stalked off. “You shouldn't have done that,” John told her. “He'll tell someone you hit him and you'll get suspended.” “No, he won't.” Briana assured him. “He won't want anyone to know he got hit by a girl. And maybe he won't mess with us for a while. Now,  let's go home.” John was silent as they left the school. Then he asked, “Why do you hang out with me? I know you wouldn't ever spend time with Dustin voluntarily, but there are so many people who are cooler than me.” Brian's looked at him, smiling, but shaking her head at his silliness. “Don't say things like that. You're a really good track and cross country runner, a good writer, and the best friend I could ever hope to have. Don't listen to Dustin.” By the time they reached John’s house, he was smiling. He thanked God that he had Briana for a friend. And, he found out a few weeks later, he got a good grade on the speech.
Part 1: The Misunderstanding It was a little after eleven in the morning when U.A class 1-A arrived in a forest clearing.  Final Exams had just ended, and summer break was just around the corner along with the school trip to a training camp in Beast’s Forest just a week away.  With everything that had happened recently, the class decided to take a small camping trip in order to help them unwind.  Mashirao Ojiro had suggested the idea of camping in a forest up in the mountains where he sometimes trained.  While the girls had not been excited at first, they all decided to join the minute he told them that there were multiple natural hot springs hidden throughout the mountain.  Of course, the chance of seeing the girls bathing in a hot spring was enough to convince any of the guys who were still on the fence about going.  The entire class had agreed to set out early in the morning, although none of them save for Mashirao, knew just how tough the hike to the camping spot was going to be. “Let’s set up camp here everybody,” shouted Mashirao as he set his gear down. “Thank god,” whined Minoru Mineta as he fell backward on to the grass below.  He had had the hardest time out of all of them due to  his short legs and low stamina.  The only thing that had kept him going was his desire to peek on the girls in the hot spring.  As he turned his head, he saw that several other students had collapsed to the ground as well.  In fact, the only students still standing besides Mashirao were Shoto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu, Katsuki Bakugo, and Izuku Midoriya (aka Deku). “You’re all a bunch of whimps,” growled Katsuki as he looked at his exhausted classmates.  “If a simple five hour hike up a mountain makes you this exhausted, how do you expect to become pro heroes?  Honestly, you’re all pathetic.” “Kacchan, don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?” asked Deku in an attempt to diffuse the situation.  Of course, this only made things worse. “What did you just say?!” screamed Katsuki as he turned his attention to Deku.  Before Deku could react, Katsuki grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close to his face, his other hand balled up in a fist and ready to strike.  “You’re in no position to talk, Deku.  You’re the worst of all of them.  Maybe I should put you back in your place just like when we were kids.”  Then much to Deku’s horror, Katsuki unfurled his fingers, revealing his palm which now had tiny sparks coming from it.  Katsuki then began inching his palm towards Deku.  His palm was less than a centimeter from Deku’s face when his hand suddenly stopped.  “What the hell?” grunted Katsuki as he tried to extend his hand one more centimeter.  Suddenly he felt a chill run along his arm. “That’s enough,” stated a calm yet firm voice behind him.  “Release Midoriya now.”  Katsuki turned his head and saw that Shoto was standing behind him, his right hand firmly grasping Katsuki’s arm. As he took a closer look, Katsuki could see that a thin layer of ice was beginning to form around his skin where Shoto was touching him. “Butt out of this you half-and-half bastard or I’ll blow you up too,” threatened Katsuki. “You know you keep saying that, but you haven’t succeeded yet,” replied Shoto. “What was that?” grunted Katsuki, a vein beginning to protrude from his forehead. “You’re a hot head who’s all talk and no brain. Now release Midoriya before I freeze your entire arm.” “GO TO HELL!” screamed Katsuki as he released Deku and took an explosive swing at Shoto.  However, Shoto easily blocked it. Before Katsuki could launch another strike, fellow classmate Eijiro Kirishima grabbed him from behind and said, “Stop it Bakugo.  We’re here to relax, not to fight.” Suddenly Katsuki activated his quirk, Explosion, engulfing them both in a fiery flash of light.  As the smoke cleared, everyone noticed that Eijiro’s quirk, Hardening, had taken effect, allowing him to harden his body enough to take Katsuki’s attack while taking only minimal damage.  “Let it go bro, it’s not worth it.” “LET ME GO!” shrieked Katsuki as he struggled against Eijiro’s Hardening quirk. “I’LL KILL HIM!!!” “Sorry guys,” smiled Eijiro as he began dragging Katsuki away.  “You guys should probably start setting up camp.  We’ll join you once Bakugo calms down.” “I’LL KILL YOU!!!” screamed Katsuki repeatedly towards Shoto and Deku as Eijiro dragged him off into the woods.  Once Katsuki’s screams of rage were no longer audible, Shoto turned to Deku and asked, “Are you alright?” “I’m fine,” answered Deku, doing his best to stop trembling. “Well now that that’s over, let’s continuing unpacking,” stated Mashirao. “Hey Mashirao,” called Yuga Aoyama, “can I ask you a question?” “What is it?” “Where are the cabins?” “Cabins?” repeated a confused Mashirao. “You know the cabins where we’ll be sleeping,” clarified Yuga. “I’m sorry but there are no cabins.  We’ll be sleeping in tents.  That’s why I asked everyone to bring one.” “I thought the tents were just for some activity,” replied Yuga as he looked down at the tent he had brought.  The only reason he had agreed to join the group was because he heard that the hot springs were supposed to be good for the skin.  Had he known that he would have to be spending the next couple nights sleeping in a tent outside, he likely wouldn’t have come.  Realizing that there was nothing he could do about it now, he asked, “Well, can you at least point me in the direction of the bathroom?” “It’s anywhere beyond this clearing that you would like it to be,” replied Mashirao. “That doesn’t make any sense,” said Yuga. “Where is the bathroom?” “There is no plumbing out here,” clarified Mashirao, now understanding Yuga’s confusion.  “If you need to go, you’ll need to do it in the woods.” “Me, go in the woods?” scoffed Yuga.  “Don’t be silly.  I will not lower myself to that of some animal.” “For once I have to agree with the stuck up pretty boy,” added Kyoka Jiro.  “While peeing outside might come easy for the guys, it’s not for us girls.” “I didn’t think about that,” said Mashirao bowing his head.  “I apologize for my inconsideration.” “So, what are we supposed to do now?” asked the invisible girl, Toru Hagakure. “I’ve got an idea!” exclaimed Ochaco Uraraka.  “Why don’t we just have Yaoyorozu use her creation ability to make an outhouse or something.” “I’m afraid I can’t do that,” said Momo.  “My abilities cannot handle something that big.”  Suddenly a laugh burst out from above the group followed by a blast of wind. “Well it’s a good thing I’m here,” called a voice above them.  Everyone looked up and saw that it was none other than Mei Hatsume from the Support class.  She was wearing a jetpack similar to the one she had at the Cultural Festival. They watched in stunned silence as she landed. “What are you doing here?” fumed Tenya Iida.  He was still angry at her for having used him as a guinea pig to show off her inventions during the Cultural Festival. “Simple,” smiled Mei. “I overheard the green haired boy talking about the trip and decided to follow you guys up here.”  Mei set her large pack down and gave Tenya a puzzled look.  “Are you sure we met before? I really don’t remember you.” “How can you not remember me!?  You used our fight at the Cultural Festival as a damn infomercial!” “Nope, still don’t remember. Oh well, I don’t really care anyway.”  Mei then turned her attention back to her pack.  After rummaging through it for a few seconds, she removed a small cube.  “I suggest everybody take a step back,” she said as she pressed down on a red button and threw the cube a few feet in front of her.  There was a bright flash followed by a plume of smoke.  As the smoke cleared, everyone saw what looked like an adult version of a toddler’s training toilet now sitting where the cube had landed seconds earlier.   “I will now introduce you to the Emergency Toilet, patent pending and name subject to change.  With this baby here, you never have to worry about having to pee outside again.  What’s more, you never have to worry about dumping anything out as this device drills a small hole in ground beneath it for getting rid of waste. All you have to do press the red button on the lower left side and the waste is gone.” “That’s great and all,” replied Kyoka, “but what about the privacy issue?” “Oh, I’m still working on that,” answered Mei.  “This is just a prototype.” “So it’s essentially useless,” scoffed Tenya. “What if we put a tent around it?” interjected Ochaco.  “Wouldn’t that solve the privacy issue?” “And just who do you expect is going to give up their tent?” asked Denki Kaminari.  “It sure isn’t going to be any of us guys.” “If it’s a tent we need, I can create at least that much,” declared Momo in an attempt to keep the peace.  A few minutes later, she had not only finished using her quirk to create the tent components but had also built the tent around the toilet.  “That should do it,” she said as she wiped a drop of sweat from her brow. “I call using it first,” shouted Yuga.  However, Kyoka stopped him before he could reach the tent. “Sorry, but this is for the girls only. The guys can pee outside,” said Kyoka. “But that’s not fair!” cried Denki.  “You girls can’t just hog that thing all to yourselves.” “Actually, its completely fair,” shouted Mina Ashido.  "What’s unfair is expecting us girls to sit on a piss-soaked toilet seat.” “She has a point,” said Deku, trying to diffuse the situation.  “We don’t always have perfect aim and making the girls suffer for it would be wrong.  While it’s not ideal, I have no issue with going outside for the next couple days.” “Midoriya’s right,” agreed Tenya.  All the other guys began looking around at each other before finally nodding in agreement. Well, all except for Yuga who still did not want to pee outside. “Come on,” begged Yuga, “I’ll do anything, just please let me use it.”  He was now shifting from foot to foot, his desperation blatantly obvious to those around him.  The poor guy had maybe minutes at best, seconds at worst.  But even through all that, his signature smile never faded from his face. “No,” answered Kyoka rather coldly.  Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder.  Turning her head a bit, she saw that it was Ochaco. “Jiro, just let him use it,” smiled Ochaco. “Yeah,” agreed Momo.  “I kinda feel sorry for him.  The poor guy looks like he’s about to wet himself.” “If Momo and Ochaco are okay with it, I guess I can be too,” added Mina.  Although in truth, her sudden change of heart was due to the fact that she could empathize with Yuga’s desperation as she was starting to feel a little desperate herself. “Fine,” grunted Kyoka.  “But he has to pee sitting down as does any guy who wants to use this toilet.” “Merci,” said Yuga as he nodded in agreement.  Holding his crotch for dear life, he hobbled past Kyoka and into the tent.  He zipped it up and then the clearing went silent except for some brief rustling inside the tent.  Just then a loud hissing noise began emanating from the tent.  Nobody had to think twice about what it was.  The sound lasted for about a minute and a half.  It was then accompanied by what sounded like a flushing noise.  A few seconds later Yuga came out of the tent.  As he looked around, he saw that everyone was staring at him.  “What are you all staring at? Is it my impossibly good looks?” “No dude,” replied Denki.  “We could hear everything that happened in there.” “I see,” said Yuga as nonchalantly as he could.  “Well I’m going to go for a little walk then.”  Without saying another word, he turned his back to the group and walked off into the forest.  He would not be back for a while. “Well at least we know the toilet works,” stated Deku in an attempt to break the awkward silence.  Of course, everyone ignored him as their thoughts were stuck on the fact that anybody who used the toilet would suffer the same embarrassing fate as Yuga.  Making a better attempt at breaking the silence, Mashirao suggested, “Why don’t we take a break for lunch?”  Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, none of them knowing what to say, especially the girls. As the group began unpacking their lunches, Mei walked over to Deku and whispered, “Hey green-haired kid…” “My name’s Izuku Midoriya…” “Yeah whatever,” interrupted Mei.  “Just meet me in the forest in a couple minutes at that large tree stump we passed earlier. I have something I want to show you in private.”  Before Deku could ask anything more, Mei walked off.  Deku’s face began to turn a little red as he began to ponder what Mei wanted.  He waited for everyone to start eating before attempting to quietly slip away into the forest.  However, this did not go unnoticed by Ochaco who had become a little unsettled by Mei’s presence around Deku. “Hey Deku,” called Ochaco just as Deku was about to leave the clearing. “What is it?” stammered Deku, trying his best to remain calm. “I was just going to ask if you wanted to eat together,” she replied.  She quickly noticed that Deku kept looking off into the direction that Mei had gone in a few minutes earlier.  “Where are you going?” she asked. “Oh,” paused Deku as he tried to think of a lie, “I think I dropped something on the way up here and I was going to retrace my steps a little to see if I could find it.” “I’ll come with you.” “You can’t!” blurted Deku.  It was obvious by the expression on Ochaco’s face that he had hurt her feelings.  Trying to cover for his little outburst, he said, “I mean the item isn’t something of sentimental value or anything like that.  You should go eat and relax with the others.  After all, I’m sure your tired from the long hike.” “Are you sure?” asked Ochaco, not quite buying his explanation. “Yeah.  I’ll be back in a little bit.” “Ok, I’ll wait to eat until you get back.” “You don’t have to do that,” blushed Deku.  In all honesty, he really wanted to eat lunch with Ochaco, but he couldn’t just abandon Mei.  Finally giving in, he said, “Ok, I’m make it quick then.”  And with that, he took off into the forest. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. A few minutes later, Deku was at the large stump, but Mei was nowhere in sight.  Feeling a slight urge to pee, he walked over to a patch of nearby trees.  He was just barely unzipping his pants when he rounded a large tree.  Just then, he looked down and saw Mei was squatted down less than an arm’s length away from him.  Her pants were around her knees and a golden geyser was spewing forth from between her legs, turning the dirt beneath her a dark brown.  As she looked up, she said, “Care to join me? I really don’t mind.” “I’m good,” gasped an embarrassed Deku as he quickly turned his back, but before he could walk away, he felt something grab the back of his pant leg. “Midoriya, is it?” began Mei, “Can you come closer for a second? My legs aren’t used to squatting like this and I want to use you as support.” “Aren’t you embarrassed?” stuttered Deku. “About what?” “About you peeing in front of a guy,” replied Deku. “I don’t see what the big deal is?” answered Mei.  “Urinating is a natural function.  Why should I be ashamed?”  Deku could think of several good reasons, but it was then he remembered that he had heard rumors about this girl being oblivious to social cues.  His thoughts were interrupted when Mei yelled, “Are you going to help me or not?  I feel like I’m about to fall over.” Unable to say no, Deku muttered, “Okay,” before backing up just enough that Mei could better grab his leg.  His mind began to race as he tried to think about something other than the puddle growing underneath Mei.  However, it wasn’t much use as the sound of her piss slapping the dirt and the faint smell of ammonia kept distracting him.  He tried looking down at his shoes and as he did, he noticed that his fly was still unzipped and went to zip it up. “You know it’s okay if you want to whip it out and take a leak,” declared Mei as she heard the sound of Deku’s zipper. “I’m not going to do that in front of you,” blushed Deku. “Suit yourself,” said Mei.  About half a minute later, her thick stream turned into a small trickle before dying off.  Turning her head towards Deku, she asked, “Do you have any toilet paper or tissue or something to wipe with?”  As embarrassing as the question was, Deku none the less began searching his pockets for something that Mei could use.  In the end he found a small pack of tissues that his mother had forced him to take along.  Now he was kind of glad that he had.  He took out one of the tissues and handed it to Mei.  Deku could hear her as she cleaned herself off, followed by the rustling noise of her pulling up her pants. Unable to take the awkwardness anymore, Deku finally asked, “What did you bring me out here for anyway?” “Oh, I almost forgot all about that,” laughed Mei as she walked past Deku and back to the stump.  She then reached behind the stump and pulled out the small bag that she had taken out of her larger pack back at the campsite while everyone was distracted with the Emergency Toilet. “What’s in there?” questioned Deku as he walked over to the stump. “It’s my newest invention,” she exclaimed as she opened the bag and took out what looked to be metal soles for shoes and a weird looking belt with a large buckle. “What is it?” asked Deku as he looked at the strange looking items now lying on the stump. “They’re parts for jet-propelled shoes.  You simply attach these babies to the bottoms of your shoes and press the button in the center of the belt.  Essentially your shoes become a jet pack.  I used some of the same principles for this invention as I did with the jet pack you used during the Cultural Festival.” “You mean the one that you based off of Air Jet’s gear?” “Yes, only way better.” “That’s so cool!” shouted Deku, his inner fanboy bursting to the surface.  “Do you think I could try it out a little?” “Of course,” smiled Mei, “after all, you are my test subject.” Mei then ordered Deku to sit on the stump as she set about attaching the metal soles to his shoes.  As she attached them, Deku noticed dozens of little boosters dotted all along the bottoms of the soles.  Once the soles were attached, she had him put on the belt.  Taking a few steps back, she told him, “Now stand up and press the button.  It’ll take a couple seconds for the boosters to start, but once they do, you should be able to start hovering.” “Got it,” said Deku as he pressed the button.  Suddenly a loud sizzling noise filled the air.  As Deku looked down, he saw that a small plume of smoke was beginning to rise up from the center of the belt.  “Uh Hatsume…what’s happening?” asked Deku, doing his best not to panic. “Crap,” she screamed as she ran over and pushed him down onto the stump.  She then ripped open the belt’s control panel.  “The wires are split.  I’ll need to fix it,” she explained as she unzipped her jacket, revealing a bunch of small tools. “I’ll just take this off then,” offered Deku, but before he could do anything, Mei grabbed his legs and spread them open, her face just centimeters from his crotch.  “What are you doing?” he stuttered. “I’m trying to fix it,” she said as she pulled out a small soldering tool.  As she turned it on, she said, “I would highly suggest that you try not to move unless you want me to damage something important.”  As Mei set to work fixing the wires, Deku could feel her warm breath near his thighs.  It was taking everything he had to keep himself under control.  As he tried to think about something else, he couldn’t help but feel grateful that at least it was only the two of them there. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Back at the camp, it had been almost ten minutes since Deku and Mei had snuck off and Ochaco was starting to get a little jealous.  While she had never had a problem with Deku associating with other girls before, Yuga’s question to her during their battle with Thirteen during the final exams about whether she liked Deku or not had sent her mind into total disarray.  She couldn’t tell what her feeling for Deku were and because of that, even being alone with Deku had become difficult for her. “Hey Ochaco, aren’t you going to eat?” asked Mina, her words snapping Ochaco back to reality.  “Are you on a diet or something?” “I’m not,” answered Ochaco as she stole another glance back at the trees.  “I’m waiting for Deku to come back.  He promised me we’d eat together.” “Where is Deku anyway?” “He said that he thought he lost something in the forest on the way up here and that he was going to go look for it.  I offered to help, but he told me to wait here.” She paused for a moment before standing up.  “I think I’ll go look for him.” “I’ll go with you,” declared Mina as she placed the lid on her bento box and set it on the ground.  Mina had spent the last several minutes contemplating whether she wanted to risk embarrassment by using the so-called Emergency Toilet, or whether she’d take her chances and find a private place in the forest to pop a squat.  She had carefully weighed her options and found that sneaking off to pee in the forest would offer more privacy.  The only problem was a certain little grape-haired pervert who might try to follow her.  Seeing this as her chance to have a lookout, she forced herself to her feet.   A sharp pain reverberated throughout her bladder.  Not wanting to alert anybody else as to what was going on, she decided to clench her teeth and smile through the pain.  By this time, she had realized that if she sat back down, there was no way she would be able to get back up again and still be dry.  It was now or never. “You don’t have to go out of your way or anything…” began Ochaco. “Look, I have my reasons,” interrupted Mina, her voice beginning to betray her desperation. “Like what?” Mina moved closer to Ochaco and whispered, “The truth is I really need to pee, but I don’t want to go into the forest by myself especially with that little pervert Mineta around.  Would you come with me and watch my back?” “Why don’t you just use the Emergency Toilet?” “After seeing what happened to Aoyama, would you want to use that thing?” Mina answered back. “Good point,” replied Ochaco.  “Let’s move before we’re noticed.”  The two then quietly snuck off into the trees. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As they walked through the forest, Mina placed one hand on her crotch and the other on Ochaco’s shoulder.   Mina was hunched over a little. The pain was getting worse by the second and she could feel her bladder muscles slowly beginning to give way.  She had half a mind to drop trou and piss right then and there.  However, they were not yet far enough away for her to feel comfortable relieving herself.  Mina quickly realized that thinking about her desperation wasn’t doing her any good and neither was hunching over.  Mina let go of Ochaco’s arm and allowed her to walk a little ahead of her to scout for a good place to pee.  As she attempted to focus her thoughts on something else, her foot suddenly hit a small tree root protruding from the ground.  The poor girl lost her balance and fell to her knees.  The shock of the fall weakened her bladder to the point that she could just barely hold back the raging waters inside of her. “Mina, are you alright?” shouted Ochaco as she ran over to her. “I think I’ve reached my limit,” she whined.  “I can’t go any farther.  I’ll have to do it here.” “Are you sure?” asked Ochaco.  The area around them was dotted with trees, but none of them were positioned in such a way as to provide complete cover from the direction they had just come from. “Yes,” she gasped.  Another burst of pain reverberated through her bladder.  The seal was breaking.  “Please help me,” begged Mina.  “I don’t think I can move on my own.” “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” declared Ochaco as she sprang into action.  She quickly squatted down in front of Mina.  Ochaco then had Mina throw her arms around her neck while Ochaco wrapped her arms around Mina’s midsection.  As carefully as she could, Ochaco slowly pulled Mina off of her knees and into a squatting position. “Ochaco, I need to ask a big favor of you,” said Mina. Her face now contorted in pain and dripping with sweat. “I’ll do anything.  Just tell me how I can help.” “I think my legs are about to give out,” she gasped as another burst of pain jolted her bladder.  “If I let go of you I think I’ll fall backwards.” “Don’t worry, you can hang on to me for as long as you need to.” “That’s not the issue,” replied Mina.  “If I’m holding onto you, I can’t pull my shorts down, which means I’m going to need you to do it for me.” “I can’t!” blushed Ochaco.  The thought of pulling down another girl’s pants was way too embarrassing. “If you don’t, I’ll wet myself.  Please do it,” she begged, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “Okay, I’ll do it,” relented Ochaco.  Ochaco pulled Mina as close as she could.  She then removed her hands from Mina’s midsection and moved them down towards Mina’s shorts.  Moving as quickly as she could, she unbuttoned and unzipped Nina’s shorts.  Then, as carefully as possible, she began to pull down Mina’s shorts and panties.  It wasn’t an easy task given the way Mina was positioned, but Ochaco was able to do it none the less. “Are they down now?” whispered Mina, her face resting against Ochaco’s chest.  She was panting from the pain. “You’re good to go.” “Hey Ochaco?” “Yeah?” “I’m sorry about this.”  And with that, a loud sloshing sound shattered the relative quiet of the forest.  It was followed by the sound of moaning.  As Ochaco looked down, she saw a clear stream erupting from Mina’s pink pussy.  The stream smashed into the dirt, turning it into mud.  Realizing how embarrassing the whole situation must have been for Mina, Ochaco tried to look elsewhere.  Suddenly, the sloshing sound was overtaken by a bubbling sound.  Unable to fight her curiosity, Ochaco looked down again and saw that the puddle forming underneath Mina was not only bubbling, but it looked like her piss was dissolving the ground below.  Mina must have sensed what Ochaco was thinking as the next thing she said was, “It’s awful isn’t it?” “What are you talking about?” “My piss.  It’s eating away at the ground.” “Why is it doing that?” asked Ochaco. “It’s a side-effect of my Acid quirk,” answered Mina, her voice starting to tremble a little.  “I don’t have complete control of my quirk yet and because of that my urine sometimes ends up being so acidic that it can melt almost anything it touches.” “So then how do you use the toilet without breaking it?” “I had a special chemical made to neutralize the acid.  I have to pour into the toilet before I use it.  Pretty disgusting, huh?”  Ochaco could tell that Mina was fighting back tears as she admitted these things. “I don’t think so,” smiled Ochaco.  “I think it’s unique in a cool way of course.” “Promise you won’t tell anybody about this?” “I promise.” “Thank you Ochaco.  You’re a good friend,” said Mina.  About thirty seconds later, her stream finally ceased.  With the pain gone, Mina was finally able to stand up on her own.  Ochaco pulled a pack of tissues out of her pocket and handed it to Mina.  Mina then went about wiping herself off.  When she was done, she pulled up her panties and shorts.  “Do you want to head back to the camp?” she asked as she buttoned and zipped her shorts. “No, I’m going to go look for Deku,” answered Ochaco.  “You can go back to the camp if you want.” “I think I will,” stated Mina as she turned around and began walking towards camp. Before she left, she shouted, “You better hurry up and find him quickly, otherwise everyone will be done with lunch by the time you guys start.”  And with that, she disappeared into the trees. “She’s right,” muttered Ochaco to herself as she turned towards the direction that she had seen Deku walk off in.  “I better find him quickly.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As Ochaco walked deeper into the forest, she began to wonder whether she would really be able to find Deku.  The more she thought about it, the more she wondered whether by finding him, she might see something that she didn’t want to.  Even still, she kept pushing onward.  Two more minutes passed before she changed her mind and decided to head back.  The forest was way too big and there was no guarantee that Deku hadn’t changed directions.  For all she knew, he could already be back at camp waiting for her to return.  She was just getting ready to turn around when she heard a high-pitched male scream a short distance away.  It sounded like Deku.  Fearing that he was in trouble, Ochaco ran off in the direction of the scream. Less than a minute later, she found the source.  She quickly hid herself behind a tree and peeked her head around it.  A few yards away from her was Deku.  He was sitting on a large stump, but he was not alone.  Mei was there with him and she had her head between his legs.  As Ochaco looked at Deku’s face, she thought he looked aroused.  Suddenly, Ochaco heard Deku say, “Hatsume, are you almost done?  My thighs hurt, and this is starting to feel really weird.” “Hold still.  You’re not getting up until I’m satisfied.  I’m almost done.  Just be a man and take it,” yelled Mei, sweat beginning to form above her upper lip.  Ochaco didn’t know what was going on, but she knew that she had seen enough.  As she stepped back, her foot landed on a twig, snapping it in two.  The cracking of the twig was enough to draw Mei and Deku’s attention. “Uraraka!” shouted Deku. “Hey,” called Mei as she turned her head to Ochaco.  Ocahaco watched as the girl wiped her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” stuttered Ochaco as she took a couple steps back. Her face was beet red and she was not able to look either of them in the eyes.  It took Deku a couple seconds to realize what was going on. “Wait Uraraka,” he cried, “it’s not what it looks like.”  But it was too late.  Ochaco had already turned around and bolted for the campsite.  As he watched her leave, he wondered how in the world he was going to clear up this understanding.  Little did he know that things were about to get a bit more complicated for the two of them before the trip was over. To be Continued….
Part 2: The Accident Ochaco ran full speed back to the camp, unable to get the image of Mei’s head between Deku’s legs out of her mind.  As she burst into the clearing, she lost her balance and slid face first into the dirt.  She could hear the worried gasps of her classmates.  Ochaco knew that she needed to pick herself up and brush herself off.  However, as she lay face down in the dirt, she found she had no desire to get up or to move at all. “Ochaco are you all right?” asked a worried voice directly above her.  Using what strength she could muster to lift her head, Ochaco saw that Mina was squatted down in front of her.  “You took a nasty spill there,” commented Mina as she extended her hand.  “Here, let me help you.” “I’m fine,” responded Ochaco as she forced herself up into a sitting position. “No, you’re not!” cried Mina.  “You’re bleeding!” “Am I?” she asked as she looked down.  Sure enough, she had a large scrape on her right knee.  All she could do was watch as blood began to drip down her leg.  Even as she looked at the wound, she found that she couldn’t feel any pain.  It was as though her whole body had become numb, all except for a dull pain in her chest.  Before Ochaco knew what was happening, Momo was kneeling down in front of her.  In her hand was a first aid kit. “Hold still,” said Momo as she began disinfecting the wound.  As Momo sprayed the wound, she looked at Ochaco and asked, “Does it hurt?” “Maybe a little,” replied Ochaco. “Do you think it’ll scar?” asked Mina as she looked at the wound. “It looks pretty nasty.” “I don’t think so,” answered Momo as she bandaged the wound.  “It’s not very deep.  I think it should heal just fine.” “That’s good to hear,” smiled Mina in relief.  She then turned her attention to Ochaco and asked, “What’s going on?  Why were you running?  Did something happen with Deku?” “It’s nothing,” replied Ochaco as she stared at her bandaged leg.  “I just felt like running and like a klutz, I fell.  There’s nothing more to say.” Mina could tell that Ochaco was hiding something, but instead of prying any further, she simply said, “Okay.  Just be careful from now on.” “I will,” replied Ochaco with a fake smile as Momo and Mina helped her to her feet and brought her back over to where their fellow classmates were eating lunch.  Ochaco retrieved her bento from her pack and sat down next to the other girls.  As she opened her lunch, she found herself not feeling very hungry.  Then out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Deku and Mei entering the clearing.  Deku immediately ran over to her. “Uraraka, can we go talk in private for a second?” panted Deku.  His face was covered in sweat and his breathing was labored.  Ochaco knew instantly that he had run after her.  While it made her happy that he was that concerned about her, she still couldn’t shake the pain in her chest. “There’s nothing to talk about,” replied Ochaco rather coldly.  She watched as a look of surprise spread across Deku’s face.  In truth, even Ochaco was shocked by how cold her words sounded. “But I need to talk to you,” he said. “Well maybe I don’t feel like talking to you right now,” she snapped back much to the surprise of Deku, the girls, and herself.  Ochaco couldn’t understand why she was being so nasty to him. “But…” “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” she screamed.  The clearing that had once been filled with the sounds of various conversations, had gone deafly quiet.  She didn’t even need to look around to know that all eyes were on now on her.  Unable to take it anymore, she stood up and began walking back towards the woods. “Uraraka, where are you going?” asked Deku as she walked past him. “For a walk,” she grunted. “Wait up, I’ll go with you,” he offered as he took a couple steps towards her. “God, you’re annoying,” she snapped, “Why can’t you get it through your head that I don’t want anything to do with you right now?”  The moment she said it, she knew she had gone too far.  As she turned around to apologize, she saw tears forming in the corners of Deku’s eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said as he wiped his eyes with his arm.  “I didn’t mean to upset you.”  As she looked at him, Ochaco could tell that Deku was doing his best to try to hide the pain with a smile.  The look on his face was more than she could take.  Ochaco turned back towards the woods and walked off without another word. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. She walked for several minutes before coming across the large stump where she had seen Deku and Mei alone together.  A feeling of jealous rage rose up inside of her.  Ochaco walked over to the stump and viciously kicked it.  Unfortunately, the only thing that that did was hurt her toes.  “Damn it!” she screamed as she sat down on the ground and began massaging her sore toes through her shoe.  A couple minutes later the pain subsided, but her mind was still muddled.  As she looked at the stump, she began to wonder if maybe what she had seen wasn’t what actually happened.  Sure, she had only known Deku for a couple months, but he didn’t seem like the kind of guy to do that.  The more she thought about it, the more she began to realize that she had made a big mistake by not giving Deku a chance to explain himself.  Her mind suddenly shifted to the nasty way she had acted towards him.  As she thought about all the horrible things she had said, she found herself praying that she could take it back.  Unable to take it anymore, Ochaco buried her face in her knees and began to cry.  As she cried, she found herself growing tired, and before she knew it, she was fast asleep. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….  Ochaco was woken by the sound of something rustling behind the trees.  She jumped to her feet and looked in the direction where the noise had come from.  “Is someone there?” she shouted.  There was no answer.  Beginning to get scared, she looked on the ground for something she could throw.  Her eyes settled on a small stone.  She quickly picked it up and chucked it at the tree nearest where the sound had come from.  Suddenly, a large deer burst out from behind the tree and ran off deeper into the woods.  “At least it was just a deer,” she laughed to herself before collapsing to her knees.  She had been so startled that she almost wet herself.  As she looked around at the forest around her, she began to wonder how long she had been asleep.  Looking down at her watch, she saw that it was a little after 1:30 p.m.  She had been asleep for almost two hours. Ochaco knew that the others were likely starting to get a little worried about her.  She knew she had to head back as soon as possible, but the very thought of going back there and having to face Deku after all the awful things she had said to him caused her to hyperventilate.  She was having a panic attack.  Taking several deep breaths, she eventually managed to calm herself down.  Slowly rising to her feet, she wondered just what she would say to Deku when she saw him.  She knew she had to apologize, the only question was, would he accept her apology? Just as she took a step in the direction of the clearing, she felt a twinge in her bladder.  Placing her hand to her crotch, she wondered when it was that she had last gone.  It must have been when they were at the rest area at the base of the mountain.  That was almost seven hours ago.  The more she thought about it, the more the pain increased.  As she contemplated rushing back to camp so she could use the Emergency Toilet, the previous conversation she had with Mina about peeing outside popped back into her head.  While Ochaco hated the idea of peeing outside, she hated the thought of her fellow classmates, especially the guys, hearing her pee even more.  Looking around, Ochaco slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts.  Content that nobody was around, she slowly began to pull her pants down.  Her pants were halfway down her butt, when she heard another rustling noise in the trees.  “Maybe it’s another deer,” she whispered to herself.  However, something in the back of her mind told her to wait a minute before pulling her pants down any further. Ochaco paused and listened carefully.  The forest was quiet.  Content that whatever it was was gone now, Ochaco began to lower her pants a little more.  Suddenly the rustling sound started up again.  Ochaco could feel something leering at her from a distance.  She didn’t know what it was, but it definitely didn’t feel like a deer.  Ochaco quickly yanked up her pants and began walking deeper into the forest.  As she did she swore she could hear light footsteps behind her.  Beginning to get scared, she picked up the pace from a quick walk to a fast jog.  The rustling sounds continued to follow her.  Seeing no other option, Ochaco began sprinting, but the rustling sounds still came.  There was no doubt now that she was being followed.  As she ran, three questions popped into her head.  Who was following her?   How far away were they? And lastly, what were they going to do to her if they caught her?  Ochaco didn’t want to know the answer to that last question, so she kept running.  All the while, the up and down movement of her body was causing the urine inside of her to slosh back and forth against the walls of her bladder.  Each step was like pure hell, but she knew being caught could be so much worse.  It was then that she decided that if it came down to it, she’d willingly piss herself if it meant getting away from her pursuer.  All the while, she prayed that things wouldn’t get that bad. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Back at the camp, Deku was off in a corner sulking.  He had been like that since Ochaco had left.  That had been almost two hours ago.  In that time, no one had come to talk to him to see how he was doing.  It wasn’t that they didn’t want to, it was that they didn’t know what to say.  In a way, Deku was almost grateful that his classmates were leaving him alone.  At least this way he wouldn’t have to explain the situation to them too.  As he sat and thought about what had transpired, he wondered if Ochaco would ever talk to him again.  His thoughts were soon interrupted by a voice coming from in front of him. “Uraraka’s been gone for a while,” commented the voice.  Deku looked up and saw that it was Shota. “Yeah,” agreed Deku.  Try as he might, he couldn’t look Shota directly in the eye. “Don’t you think you should go look for her?  I mean you two are friends, right?” “I don’t think she wants to see me,” replied Deku, doing his best to hold back tears. “Honestly, I think she hates me now.” “Look Midoriya, I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but I’m sure that if you talk about it, you two can work it out.” “I already tried, but she says she doesn’t want anything to do with me.” “So you’re just going to give up?” asked Shota.  Deku turned his head in response.  Shota had never seen Deku look so defeated.  Before Shota could here say anything else, something rushed past him.  He watched as Katsuki violently lifted Deku of the ground by the collar of his shirt. “Quit being a wuss!” screamed Katsuki.  He had returned to the camp just as Ochaco was leaving and only heard part of what was going on.  He had then spent the last two hours watching Deku sulk and no matter how many times he gave Deku the death glare, Deku wouldn’t respond.  It was seriously pissing him off. Trembling, Deku replied, “But Kacchan I…” “Shut it!” interrupted Katsuki.  Deku did as he was told.  “I don’t know what’s going on between you and that girl. To be honest, I don’t really give a shit.  However, I do know that I’m sick and tired of seeing your sniveling face.”  Deku watched as Katsuki’s hand began to light up.  “I’m going to give you two options.  Either you pull it together or I’ll blow your crybaby ass up.  What’s it going to be? “But Urakaka doesn’t want to talk to me…” began Deku. “So what?” spat Katsuki.  “If she won’t talk to you, then you make her listen.  Or are you such a wimp that you can’t even do that?”  Deku didn’t respond.  This only pissed off Katsuki more. “Maybe I should just put you out of your misery.”  Katsuki began to move his free hand closer to Deku. “You’re right,” said Deku, his words causing Katsuki to stop.  “I can’t keep running away because I’m scared.  I have to face things head on.” “Then quit talking about it and just do it!” screamed Katsuki as he whirled Deku around and tossed him towards the forest.  “I swear to god that if you come back here with that depressing look on your face, I’ll blow it right off.” Deku nodded his head and said, “Thanks Kacchan for giving me the push I needed.” “Whatever,” grunted Katsuki.  As he turned around, he noticed the rest of his classmates were staring at him.  They all had a look of shock on their faces.  “What are you staring at?” he shouted at them.  “Do you want me to blow you up too?” Suddenly Katsuki felt a hand on his shoulder.  “You know Bakugo,” said Shota, “you really aren’t as bad a guy as you make yourself out to be.” “Shove it up your ass,” grunted Katsuki. His face beginning to get a little red.  He then walked off into the part of the forest on the opposite side of the clearing. The moment Katsuki was gone, Shota turned to Deku and stated, “I’ll help you look for Urakaka.” “I’ll join too,” added Momo. “So will I,” said Mashirao “Count me in as well,” called Denki. “While we’re at, we should probably look for Minoru too.  He’s been missing for almost ten minutes.  I think he might have gotten lost.” “Alright then,” said Deku. “Let’s get moving.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Ochaco was running out of steam. She had been sprinting through the forest for the last several minutes, all the while she could still hear the footsteps behind her.  The more she ran, the more she began to notice that the footsteps behind her were becoming fainter and fainter.  Her pursuer was falling behind.  In that moment, Ochaco knew that if she could just find a place to hide, then she would be safe.  As she began scanning the area for somewhere to hide, her eyes settled on a tall patch of bushes off to the side.  It was perfect.  Moving as quickly as she could, Ochaco dove behind the bushes and waited with bated breath.  Her bladder was screaming in agony and she had to fight the urge to pull her pants down and let loose then and there. A couple minutes passed before she heard the footsteps again.  She quietly peeked through a hole in the bushes.  Ochaco watched in shock as Minoru walked into view.  His cheeks were red and he seemed to be gasping for air.  Ochaco knew in an instant that Minoru had been the one chasing her. “I could’ve sworn I saw her come this way,” panted Minoru as he looked around.  “Maybe she ran a little further.”  Ochaco breathed a sigh of relief as Minoru took a step deeper into the forest.  As Ochaco tried to move away from the bush, her shoulder brushed against it, causing it to rattle.  She stayed deathly still, hoping that Minoru hadn’t heard that.  As she slowly peered through the hole, she saw that Minoru had turned around, a perverted smile on his face.  “I found you,” he said as he began moving towards the bush.  Ochaco knew it was all over. Suddenly the bushes directly across from her began rustling.  A loud hissing noise soon followed.  Ochaco held her breath as Minoru turned and walked over to the other bushes.  “Gotcha!” yelled Minoru triumphantly as he pushed the bushes out of the way.  Instead, what he found shocked them both.  Minoru and Ochaco stared at a golden arch spraying up into the air before crashing down on the grass below.  The strange thing about it was that there was nobody there.  Before Minoru could react, he felt something hard strike him multiple times in the face.  He was hit with such force that he was flung several feet backwards.  Looking up, Minoru noticed the arch jolt up into the air and transform into a raging waterfall that would last about fifteen seconds.  As the waterfall dissipated, both Minoru and Ochaco noticed that in its wake were some floating yellow droplets, some of them beginning to run down towards the ground like a raindrop on a window. “Hagakure, is that you?” asked Minoru. “NOOOOO!” screamed Toru.  Ochaco watched as the water droplets appeared to move back.  A second later, Minoru was soaring through the air in the direction that he came.  She watched in silence as the golden droplets began moving further away.  Toru was running away, likely out of embarrassment.  Ochaco felt bad for Toru, but she was also glad that she was finally alone now. By now, Ochaco had realized that she still needed to put some distance between herself and the camp.  Rising painfully to her feet, she exited the bushes and began making her way deeper into the forest. Ochaco managed to walk for another couple minutes before the shooting pain in her bladder caused her to double over in pain.  Her body cringed as she felt a little bit of urine escape into her panties.  She knew in an instant that she wouldn’t be able to hold back the raging waters much longer.  Looking around, she saw that bunch of trees around her, but they wouldn’t provide any cover unless she ducked behind one.  The closest one was about ten feet in front of her.  As she took a step towards it, she felt something wet seep into her panties.  It was slightly more than before.  She was out of time.  No longer caring if anyone saw her, Ochaco yanked down her shorts and panties and squatted down.  She had had barely enough time to pull her clothes out of the way before a greenish yellow jet spurted out from between her legs, crashing into the grass about a foot in a half in front of her.  “Sweet relief,” she cried as her body began to relax. Ochaco had only emptied about a quarter of her bladder when she heard footsteps again.  They were faint, but they were getting closer.  It took everything she had to pinch off her stream.  Without thinking twice, she yanked up her panties and shorts, cringing a little as her slightly soiled panties touched her vagina.  Still in pain, Ochaco ran towards the tree and activated her quirk, Zero Gravity.  Without gravity weighing her down, she floated ten feet up the tree, concealing herself amongst the trees plentiful foliage.  As she looked down, she waited for Minoru to come back by, but instead what she saw was far worse. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Deku, Shota, Momo, Denki, and Mashirao, had split up not long after reaching the stump that Ochaco had been sleeping at earlier.  Shota and Momo decided to search the area off to the left of stump, while Denki and Mashirao took the area to the right.  That left Deku with the area straight past the stump.  He had only been walking for a couple minutes when he heard something that sounded like footsteps.  As he squinted towards the distance, he could make out something slightly shiny barreling straight towards him.  Suddenly, Deku felt something slam into him.  The next thing he knew, he was on the ground.  He tried to get up, but found that he couldn’t.  There was something big and kind of familiar weighing against his chest.  He could also feel something slightly wet against his crotch.  At first, he thought that he had wet himself as he remembered that he never did get a chance to pee earlier.  However, he soon realized that this wasn’t the case.  Looking down, he noticed what looked like golden drops floating in mid-air. Before he knew what was happening, the drops shifted to the right and the heavy feeling on his chest disappeared.  It took him a few seconds to realize what was going on. “Hagakure-san, is that you?” he asked looking at the floating droplets.  His question was answered with sniffling.  “Are you all right?” “How can I possibly be alright?” sobbed Toru.  “You just saw me naked and covered in my own pee.” “That’s not true,” replied Deku.  “I mean there is no way I could see that you’re naked if you’re invisible.” “But you can see the pee drops, can’t you?” whined Toru.  Deku looked away.  He knew that there was no way he could answer that question without making things worse.  “This is awful,” continued Toru.  “I can’t go back to the camp like this.  Everyone will know.” “I have an idea,” said Deku as he fished into his pocket and pulled out the pack of tissues his mom had given him.  “No one will know what happened to you if you clean yourself off with these.” “Thanks,” she sniffed as she took the package of tissues from his hand and began wiping herself down.  Deku immediately turned his back to her in an attempt to give her some privacy. “Hey Hagakure-san, can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “Why are you naked?” “Because this was the only way to sneak away from the campsite to pee without that little pervert Mineta following me,” said Toru as she wiped the last droplet away.  “Of course, that didn’t work as that little pervert still managed to find me.” “Really?” “Yeah, so of course I hit him a couple times and I might have kicked him.  Honestly, I was so worked up that I don’t remember,” answered Toru.  She paused for a moment before asking, “Why are you out here?  Do you need to pee too?” “No,” blushed Deku, although he did have to go.  “I came out here to find Uraraka. She’s been gone for almost two hours and I’m getting worried.  You haven’t see her, have you?” “No, I haven’t,” she replied.  “Hold on a second.  Maybe Mineta wasn’t looking for me but for Uraraka instead.  I mean it did look like he had been chasing after something.” “Where did all this happen?” asked Deku. “Around a big patch of bushes about a half a mile that way,” pointed Toru, using the package of tissues as a guide for Deku who could’t see which way her invisible hand was pointing. “Got it,” said Deku as he began running off in the direction that Toru had pointed him in.  Before he was out of earshot, he called out, “And don’t worry about a thing.  We never saw each other.” And with that he was gone.  As Toru began making her way back to camp she couldn’t help but feel grateful that Deku was such a nice guy. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. A few minutes later, Deku had reached the bushes that Toru had told him about.  As he looked around for a sign that Ochaco had been there, he saw that there were areas of dirt and grass that appeared to have been disturbed.  Looking closer, he could just barely make out a couple footprints.  They appeared to be heading deeper into the forest.  With not a second to waste, Deku ran deeper in the forest. Not long after that, he found what looked like another footprint.  He stopped and scanned the area, but could find no other sign.  As he took another step forward, he heard a squishing sound.  Looking down at the ground, he saw that it was wet.  This seemed strange since the rest of the grass in the area seemed dry.  The more he thought about the wet patch of grass, the more his desire to pee intensified.  Unable to take it anymore, he quickly looked around one more time before walking over to a tall tree.  Deku quickly unzipped his pants and let loose against the tree. “Much better,” he whispered to himself as his stream splashed against the bark. Little did Deku know, but from about ten feet above him, Ochaco could see almost everything.  Ochaco clenched her crotch as she watched Deku relieve himself.  She waited for what seemed like an eternity for him to finish when it was really only a couple minutes.  She watched as Deku took a step back from the tree to zip up and that was when she saw it.  Her face went bright red.  In an attempt to muffle a scream, she clasped both her hands to her mouth.  Unfortunately for her, in doing so, she deactivated her quirk.  She closed her eyes and screamed as she fell towards the ground. As she opened her eyes a couple seconds later, she realized that she was okay.  Looking down, she saw the reason why. She had landed on Deku, her chest pressed up against his.  “Uraraka, are you okay?” asked Deku. “I’m fine,” she said.  Suddenly another jolt of pain ripped through her bladder.  Ochaco knew she needed to get up and get as far away from Deku as she could.  Sadly, this was not meant to be.  The impact of the fall had weakened her bladder muscles to the point that she could no longer hold back the flood inside of her.  Within seconds, the crotch of her shorts grew dark as her piss overflowed her panties. Looking down, she saw that not only was she wetting herself, but she was also soaking Deku too.  “I’m so sorry,” she said as tried to hide her face in his shirt.  It took everything she had not to break down in tears.  She desperately tried her best to pinch off her stream, only to have little success. “It’s alright,” smiled Deku.  He could feel Ochaco’s urine seep onto the crotch of his pants.  It felt warm and strange.  Deku could feel Ochaco’s body quivering and in an attempt to comfort her, he wrapped his arms around her back and held her tight.  He could feel her squirm a bit as she tried to get off of him and he could tell from the expression on her face her bladder was causing her pain.  Gripping her tighter, he said, “Don’t worry about me. You don’t have to hold it back anymore.  Just let it all out.” “Are you sure?” asked Ochaco. “Yeah.” “Thank you,” she whispered as she finally let the remnants of the dam burst.  A wave of relief rushed over her as it came out.  Once the stream was in full force, it leaked through her shorts like a garden hose directly onto the crotch of Deku’s pants.  The stimulation became too much for Deku to bare and he had to look away.  He only hoped that she wouldn’t sense his arousal.  That hope was shattered when Ochaco blurted out, “I think something’s poking me.  Is it your cellphone?” “Of course,” lied Deku.  In truth, his phone was still in his bag back at camp.  There was no way he could tell her that he had a stiffy.  However, the fact that he couldn’t look Ochaco in the eye and his cheeks were red, told her that it definitely wasn’t his cellphone.  Realizing that this must have been just embarrassing for him as it was for her, Ochaco decided to say nothing more about it.  Soon they were laying there in awkward silence with only the hissing sound of water hitting denim filling the void. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. After several minutes of searching, Shota, Momo, Denki and Mashirao ran into each other once again.  The paths that the two groups had taken had ended up converging on one spot.  Just as they were about to split up again, they heard a low moan coming from behind a tree.  As the group drew closer, they could see a body lying on the ground.  It was Minoru.  His face was swollen and he was just barely conscious.  “Minoru!” screamed Denki as he rushed over to his little buddy and scooped him up in his arms.  “What happened to you?”  Minoru didn’t respond. “It looks like somebody attacked him,” stated Shota as he looked at his beaten classmate. “Do you think that whoever did this got Uraraka too?” asked a worried Momo. “Uraraka…” muttered Minoru. “Mineta, do you know where Uraraka is?” asked Mashirao.  “Is she in danger?”  Again, Minoru did not answer.  Instead, he slowly lifted his finger and pointed in the direction he had been sent flying from. “Uraraka…” he repeated before lowering his hand.  He was beginning to lose consciousness. “Stay with me,” cried Denki as he slightly patted Minoru’s swollen cheeks.  Minoru, still disoriented, slowly blinked and mumbled, “Denki, is that you?” “Yeah it’s me,” he replied as he took his friend’s hand in his. “I saw it,” smiled Minoru, tears beginning to form in his eyes. “What did you see?” asked Denki, tears beginning to form in his own eyes. “Golden rain from the heavens,” whispered Minoru as his eyes began to close. “It was beautiful…” he said as his voice trailed off.  By this point his eyes had closed and his arm had gone limp. “MINORU!!!” screamed Denki, as he held his friend. “Don’t worry,” said Momo as she checked his pulse.  “He’s perfectly fine, just unconscious.  You should probably take him back to camp though.” “Alright,” agreed Denki as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve.  “What are you guys going to do?” “I’m going to go look for Midoriya and Uraraka,” declared Shota. “And I’m going with Todoroki since we don’t know what’s out there and it’s too dangerous to let him go by himself,” replied Momo. “Well then I guess I’ll help Kaminari get Mineta back to camp,” said Mashirao.  And with that, the two groups parted ways. As Momo and Shota made their way in the direction that Minoru had pointed, they heard a faint scream in the distance.  It sounded like a girl’s scream.  Without a second thought, the two took off in the direction they thought the scream came from. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. By the time Ochaco had finally managed to stop peeing, almost three minutes had passed.  As she got off of Deku, she could see that they were both totally drenched from the waist down.  “What do we do now?” she asked.  “We can’t go back to camp like this.” “Don’t worry,” said Deku, “I’ll think of something.”  Of course, that was easier said than done. Their other clothes were in their bags back at camp where everyone else was.  There was no way they could sneak back to camp and grab some clothes without being seen.  And with as wet as they both were, waiting for their clothes to dry would take too long.  Furthermore, even if they waited for their clothes to dry, they would still smell like pee.  In all honesty, they were screwed. Suddenly they heard a familiar female voice say, “I think the scream came from over here.”  It was Momo. “Are you sure?” replied a voice that sounded like Shota’s.  From the sound of their voices, Deku knew that they were close by. With not a second to lose, Deku scooped up Ochaco in his arms and said, “Hold on tight.”  Channeling his quirk One for All into his feet, he launched himself into the trees above and began jumping from branch to branch as fast as he could.  He didn’t know how long he could keep channeling his ability into his feet before he would risk breaking something.  All he did know was that he needed to get himself and Ochaco as far away from Momo and Shota as possible. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Seconds later, Momo and Shota came across the spot where Deku and Ocahco had been.  Looking around, Momo muttered to herself, “I could’ve sworn that the scream came from here.”  As she took a step forward, she stepped in something slick and fell backwards.  Luckily for her, Shota caught her before she could hit the ground. “Are you all right?” “Yeah,” blushed Momo.  As she looked up, she noticed that one of the large tree branches was snapped.  She then looked off into the distance and noticed that several other trees had broken branches as well.  “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” “Yeah, and I don’t like the looks of it,” replied Shota.  “We need to follow that trail of snapped branches.  Maybe it will lead us to Uraraka.” “And hopefully not to something else,” whispered Momo under her breath. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. After several minutes of jumping from tree to tree, Deku ran out of trees to use as springboards and was forced to land on the ground.  “I think we lost them,” he panted as he set Ochaco down. “Hey Deku, doesn’t that look like one of the hot springs that Ojiro was talking about?” asked Ochaco as she pointed off to  a cloud of steam rising up from a large patch of boulders several yards away from them. “I think so,” said Deku as the two began walking closer to the steam.  Sure enough, there was a natural hot spring there.  “We can use this to clean ourselves off.” “That’s a great idea,” agreed Ochaco. “You can go first,” offered Deku.  “I’ll wait behind the rocks until you’re done.”  Just as Deku took a step forward, he felt a tug on the back of his shirt.  Turning his head, he saw that Ochaco was holding on to his shirt. Her face was red and she couldn’t look him in the eye. “But it wouldn’t be fair to you if I made you sit in pee-soaked clothes while I cleaned myself off,” she replied. “So what do you suggest we do?” “We could use the hot springs together,” stuttered Ochaco. “But we’d both be naked!” “There’s plenty of steam,” said Ochaco.  “As long as we sit back to back, there shouldn’t be a problem.” “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” “It’s not ideal,” admitted Ochaco, “but we don’t have another choice.  I’ll get in first.”  Deku could hear the sound of Ochaco’s clothes rustling.  Part of him wanted to turn around, but he knew that if he did that, he could kiss whatever remained of their friendship goodbye.  About a minute later, he heard the sound of water splashing.  “You can come in now Deku.” “Okay,” said Deku as he began stripping.  Being as careful as he could, he lowered himself into the water and backed himself over to where Ochaco was sitting.  “Well, this isn’t too bad,” commented Deku as the two sat back to back.  “Feels kind of nice.  The water I mean.” “Hey Deku,” mumbled Ochaco in a low voice, “what were you doing with that Hatsume girl?” “Look Uraraka, nothing happened between me and her.  The truth is that she wanted me to try out one of her new inventions but the control panel on the belt broke and she was trying to fix it.” “I see,” she replied. “Uraraka, can I ask you something?” “What is it?” “Do you hate me?” “Of course not!” she exclaimed. “Why would you think that?” “Well it seems like you’ve been avoiding me lately and then when you said that stuff to me today, it made me think that you hated me.” “I don’t hate you,” said Ochaco.  “I was just upset because you lied to me.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” “Do you hate me?” “Why would I hate you?” “Because of the nasty way I treated you and the whole getting peed on thing.” “Of course not,” answered Deku. “You’re a close friend. I could never hate you over something like that.”  Suddenly, Deku could feel a vibration against his back, followed by some low sobbing.  Turning his head slightly, he could see that Ochaco had her head between her knees.  “What’s wrong?” “It’s nothing,” sniffled Ochaco.  “I’m just happy that you don’t hate me.” “Same here,” said Deku, fighting back tears of his own.  The two stayed in the hot springs for several minutes more.  “I think I’ll get out now,” said Deku as he stood up. “Me too,” agreed Ochaco.  The moment she got to her feet, she lost her footing and began to fall forward. “Uraraka, watch out!” screamed Deku as he tried to catch her.  In the end he had managed to get his arm between her head and the bottom of the hot spring. However, he was now on top of her.  Their faces were inches away from each other.  Deku gulped as he said, “Urakraka…I…I…” “Yes, Deku?” asked Ochaco, her heart racing. “I….” “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU TWO THINK YOU’RE DOING?” screamed Momo.  Shota was next to her. “Absolutely nothing!” shouted Deku as he rose to his feet.  Just then a gust of wind blew the steam away revealing Deku in all his naked glory. “OH MY GOD!” yelled Momo as she turned away. “Put some pants on!” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Not long after that, Ochaco pulled Momo to the side and explained what had happened.  Momo then used her Creation quirk to make pants for Deku and Ochaco that looked the same as the ones they had been wearing earlier.  Once Deku and Ochaco were dressed, the group of four began making their way to camp.  As they walked back, Deku couldn’t help but feel that the misunderstanding between him and Ochaco had brought them closer together.  With their friendship repaired, there was nothing to worry about.  At least that was what he thought.  Little did he know just how messed up this weekend was going to get, not just for him but for his classmates as well. To be Continued…
Part 3: Momo’s Invention, Part I On their way back to the campsite, Deku, Ochaco, and Momo walked beside each other and began making small conversation amongst themselves.  Shoto on the other hand was walking in silence a few paces behind them.  While he was glad he and Momo had found Deku and Ochaco safe and sound, he still felt something didn’t add up.  As he walked, he thought about Minoru who appeared to have taken a beating and had barely been conscious.  While Denki, Momo, and Mashirao had been tending to Minoru, Shoto was scanning the immediate surroundings for any clues as to the identity of Minoru’s attacker.  However, he found nothing useful.  To make things even stranger, Minoru had said Ochaco’s name and pointed in the direction that eventually helped lead Momo and Shoto to Deku and Ochaco.  However, the thing that bothered him most, was Minoru’s comment about “golden rain from the heavens.” As the group was getting ready to pass by the spot Minoru had been found at, Shoto stopped in his tracks.  He placed a hand under his chin and muttered softly, “golden rain from the heavens.”  Thoughts raced through his head as he tried to decipher the phrase’s meaning.  “Maybe it’s some kind of quirk,” thought Shoto. “What’s some kind of quirk?” asked a voice in front of him.  It was Momo.  Without him realizing it, the other three had turned around and were now staring at him.  “Are you talking about Mineta’s comment about golden rain from the heavens?” Shoto stared in shock at Momo.  “Yaoyorozu, can you read minds too?” “No,” replied Momo, “I just heard you mumbling about something.” “What are you guys talking about?” asked a very confused Ochaco.  It was at this point that Momo explained to Ochaco and Deku about finding an injured Minoru.  “I see,” said Ochaco after Momo had finished explaining.  Ochaco knew in an instant what Momo was referring to as she had bore witness to Toru beating Mineta senseless after he had caught a glimpse of Toru urinating. “That doesn’t sound good,” said Deku.  “Do you know who might have done it?” In truth, Deku knew it was Toru as she had already confessed to him about the peeing fiasco. “I glanced around the area where it happened, but couldn’t find any clues,” admitted Shoto.  “Whoever attacked him was able to get away without leaving any trace.”  Deku could tell the whole incident was really bugging Shoto, but Deku did not have the heart to rat out Toru. “After we found him, Todoroki and I became concerned that Mineta’s attacker could have gone after you guys too,” added Momo.  “I can’t tell you how relieved I was that we found both of you unharmed.” “Guess we were just lucky,” agreed Deku as he rubbed the back of his neck.  The conversation was starting to make him uncomfortable. “Maybe so,” said Shoto.  As he looked at Deku and Ochaco, he got the feeling they were hiding something.  Then an idea hit him.  Shoto turned his attention to Ochaco.  “Uraraka, would you mind showing me the back of your hands?” “Todoroki!” shouted Momo.  “Are you insinuating Ochaco attacked Mineta?  You can’t honestly believe she would do something like that to her fellow classmate?” “Of course I don’t want to believe that, but we still need to cover all our bases to be sure” replied Shoto. “The question of whether Mineta was pointing us in the direction of Urakraka and/or his attacker could be answered by examining Urakraka’s hands.”  Then much to Deku and Momo’s shock, Ochaco walked over to Shoto and allowed him to examine her hands.  “Well, I don’t see any cuts or bruises that would be consistent with repeatedly punching somebody.” “Maybe some kind of animal attacked Mineta,” said Ochaco.  “But what about the ‘golden rain from the heaven’s’ comment?” questioned Momo. “Maybe that was some sort of hallucination,” replied Ocacho.  “I mean you did say he was barely conscious at the time.”  She knew her false theory sounded ridiculous, but there was no way she could tell the others the truth. “I guess that’s possible,” nodded Shoto.  “Either way, I think I’m going to look around a bit more just to be safe.  You three should head back to camp.” “Ok,” agreed Deku and Ochaco. “No way,” declared Momo.  “If there is indeed someone or something out there, I can’t just leave you by yourself.  At the very least we should stay in pairs.”  Realizing Momo wouldn’t change her mind, Shoto nodded his head in agreement. “I guess we’ll head back to camp,” replied Ochaco as she grabbed Deku’s handand began pulling him towards the direction of camp.  “If at least a couple of us don’t go back, the rest of the class might start getting concerned.  Deku and I will let the others know what’s going on as soon as we get back.” “Be careful you guys,” shouted Deku with a sheepish grin on his face as Ocahco dragged him out of view. “We will,” yelled Momo.  The moment the other two were gone, she turned to Shoto.  “So where should we start?” ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Shoto and Momo spent the next twenty minutes surveying the vicinity for any clues and/or tracks.  Despite their best efforts, they came up with nothing.  “Maybe we should start heading back,” suggested Momo.  Part of the reason she had stayed with Shoto was out of a sense of curiosity.  There was a mystery to solve, and she wanted to be a part of it.  However, as their search drew on, she found her curiosity beginning to wane.  In its place grew a sense of uneasiness.  She had no idea where this sense of uneasiness was coming from, which made her all the more nervous.  By the ten-minute mark, Momo had wanted to leave.  The only thing keeping her going was her sense of duty to her fellow classmate. “Just give me a few more minutes,” replied Shoto as he moved a bit deeper into the forest.  While he had maintained a calm demeanor throughout the search, he could feel his irritation growing.  No matter how much he tried, he found himself unable to accept the fact that if he hadn’t found anything by now, then he wasn’t going to find anything at all.  As he glanced back at Momo, he noticed she looked uncomfortable.  He had gotten the sense early on that something was bothering her.  Throughout their search, he had been stealing glances at her to make sure she was okay.  This time however, he began to realize just how badly Momo wanted to go back.  “Whoever or whatever it was is probably long gone by now.  I think it’s time to give up,” stated Momo a little more forcefully. “Maybe you’re right,” sighed Shoto.  As he turned around, he noticed something that intrigued him.  A few feet to the side of him was a large bush that looked like it had been disturbed.  On a hunch, Shoto walked over to the bush and looked behind it.  What he found was a patch of damp looking grass.  He quickly walked behind the bush and bent down near the damp grass.  Without hesitation, he ran a couple of fingers along the grass before taking a whiff of his fingers.  His nose crinkled a bit at the smell. “What is it?” asked Momo who had been watching the scene play out. “I think it’s urine,” replied Shoto, “probably belonging to a female.”  As Shoto stood up, Momo handed him a pocket-sized bottle of hand-sanitizer.  “If I had to guess, Mineta likely stumbled upon a girl peeing behind the bush.  Then, either out of fear or a fit of rage, she beat Mineta and sent him flying.” “Assuming your theory is correct, do you think it could have been one of our classmates?” questioned Momo. Shoto shook his head.  “If I recall correctly, all the other girls were accounted for when we went to look for Ochaco and Mineta.  Maybe there is another party camping out here and Mineta just had the misfortune of coming across something he shouldn’t have.” “Well then, it sounds like you solved the case,” declared Momo.  “If you’re satisfied with your conclusion, can we start heading back?  I’m sure our friends are starting to get a bit concerned about our whereabouts.” “That’s fine with me,” agreed Shoto. “Let’s head back.”  As they began making their way back towards camp, Shoto couldn’t help but notice that Momo had started fidgeting a bit. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. The two were about ten minutes from camp when Shoto felt a twinge in his bladder.  In truth, he had been feeling it on and off prior to the search for Ochaco.   However, he had decided to ignore it as finding his classmate was more important.  Suddenly he felt a second twinge, this one a bit stronger than the first.  It was now clear.  He could deny it no longer.  He had to pee.  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the perfect spot.  Now he would just need to get Momo to go on ahead of him. “Hey Yaoyorozu,” began Shoto, “there is something I need to take care of real quick.  You should go on ahead and I’ll catch up with you in a minute.” Momo turned around. “It’s alright.  I can wait for you to do whatever it is you need to do.”  Shoto could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t going to change her mind. “Suit yourself” replied Shoto.  He then turned around and took a few steps towards the spot he had seen.  Suddenly he heard grass crunching behind him.  He froze in his tracks.  Shoto didn’t need to turn around to know that Momo was right behind him. Shoto turned around. “Um, Yaoyorozu…” “Yes Todoroki, what is it?” “Why are you following me? “You just told me you had something to do and said it was okay if I stayed with you.” “Well, I would prefer if you didn’t follow me.” “Why not?” asked Momo.  Shoto couldn’t help but think that the confused look on her face was kind of cute. “Well, it’s just that I have to relieve myself,” said Shoto as calmly as he could.  He quickly turned his back to her so she wouldn’t see the blood starting to rush to his cheeks.  Shoto wasn’t the type of guy to be easily embarrassed.   For some reason he could not understand, as he had spent more time around Yaoyorozu, he had begun to feel things he normally didn’t.  Unfortunately for him, this was one of those times. “Oh,” blushed Momo, averting her gaze.  The forest seemed to go silent for a moment.  Momo cleared her throat.  “I guess you should hurry up and go then.” “Alright,” replied Shoto as he began walking towards the spot he and picked out.  Once again, he heard the sound of crunching grass behind him.  He stopped for a few seconds. The sound of crunching grass stopped.  He began walking again only for the same thing to happen.  He would repeat the process of starting and stopping two more times.  Starting to get a little irritated, Shoto turned around.  Just as he was getting ready to confront Momo, he noticed the look of uneasiness had returned to her face.  “Yaoyorozu, is there something wrong?” “It's nothing,” denied Momo.  Try as she might, she just couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. “Yaoyorozu, I’m not a mind reader.  If something is wrong, you need to tell me.” “You’ll probably think it’s silly if I tell you.” “Yaoyorozu, you can tell me anything.” “Promise you won’t laugh?” “I won’t laugh,” promised Shoto. Momo took a deep breath.  “Here’s the thing.  Ever since we found Mineta in his wounded state, I’ve had this sense of uneasiness that I just can’t shake. I know we’ve already determined that there is nothing to worry about, but even still, I can’t help feeling a bit scared.” “Scared of what?” asked Shoto. “That’s the issue,” replied Momo, “I’m not quite sure.”  Momo took another deep breath as she thought of how to phrase what she was feeling.  “Maybe I’m being paranoid, but for the last several minutes I can’t help but feel like we’re being watched by something.  I know how ridiculous and irrational that sounds, but I just can’t help it.”  By this point, Yaoyorozu had started shaking and tears were starting to form near the corners of her eyes. “Calm down, Yaoyorozu,” said Shoto as he gently placed his hands on her shoulders.  “I can assure you there is nothing out there.  It’s just your imagination getting the best of you.” “I know that,” she muttered.  Seeing how scared she was, Shoto finally gave in. “If it makes you feel better, you can come along with me,” said Shoto. “Thank you, Todoroki,” she blushed.  “Let’s go over there,” pointed Shoto.  The pair then walked over to a tall tree.  Momo heard fumbling as Shoto unzipped his pants and whipped it out.  A few seconds later, the hissing sound of water splashing against bark filled the forest.  Momo kept her back turned to Shoto.   In truth, she had lived a fairly sheltered life prior to attending UA and had never experienced a boy peeing so close to her before. Hearing Shoto’s piss smack the bark, she could feel her curiosity starting to get the best of her.  As taboo as it might be, she wanted to look.  “Are you doing okay back there?” asked Shoto, his question startling her. “Yes,” stuttered Momo.  Her thoughts were racing, and she could feel her heart beating wildly.  Never in her life did she think she would have an opportunity to witness something like this.  As naughty and perverted as it might seem, she knew that if she didn’t do it now, she might never get another chance.  She wanted to look. She needed to look.  She had to look.  Her face beet red, she slowly turned her head to get a better look.  From her vantage point, she could see Shoto had one arm against the tree.  He was resting his forehead against his forearm.  While she couldn’t see it to well, she assumed his other hand was directing his stream.  Moving her eyes downward, she noticed Shoto had his legs spread apart.  Flowing between them was a thick and clear stream.  She watched with pure fascination as the stream smashed against the tree with amazing precision before sliding down and darkening the bark.  As she watched, she couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at this wonderous thing she would never be able to do herself. Suddenly, Momo heard cracking and snapping sounds coming from somewhere to her left.  As she slowly turned her head towards the sound, she caught a brief glimpse out of the corner of her eye.   There was a large figure roughly a hundred yards away.  It was partially obscured by the shadows of the trees.  While she couldn’t see it clearly, it didn’t look human.  As she squinted her eyes, she realized something even more terrifying.  Even though she couldn’t see the outlines of its face, she could tell it was staring at her.  She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.  Suddenly the large figure turned in the direction she and Shoto and just come from and took off.  In a feeling of terror, Momo lunged towards Shoto. “What the hell!” shouted Shoto as he tried to regain control of his stream. As he turned his head, he saw Momo had buried her face into his back and was now tightly clenching his shirt in both hands.  He could feel her entire body shaking.  “Yaoyorozu, what’s wrong?” Momo released one of her hands and pointed off in the direction she had seen the figure. “I saw something big watching us from over there.  It took off in the direction we just came from.” “It was probably just a bear” said Shoto as he looked in the direction Momo was pointing.  “It was probably just curious.”  Shoto looked back at Momo.  She was still trembling.  Shoto used his free hand and gently placed it on top of one of Momo’s.  He gave it a gentle but reassuring squeeze.  “Everything’s going to be alright.” “Todoroki?” “Yes? “Can we stay like this for a little longer?” sniffled Momo.  “At least until I calm down a bit?” “Of course,” replied Shoto.  “Take as much time as you need.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It took Momo almost five minutes to calm herself down enough to let go of Shoto.  “Are you okay now?” asked Shoto as he turned towards his classmate. Momo took a couple deep breaths.  “I’m feeling much better.” “That’s good,” smiled Shoto.  “Let’s head back.” Shoto took a few steps towards the direction of camp.  He suddenly felt a tight tug on his shirt. “Todoroki, can I ask a huge favor of you?” “Sure, Yaoyorozu.  I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”  As he turned his head, he saw that Momo’s cheeks were bright red.  Looking down, he noticed that Momo had one hand on her crotch and had begun hopping from foot to foot. “I have to tinkle,” declared Momo.  “Would you stay with me while I do it?”  Her eyes looked like those of a puppy begging for attention or a treat. Shoto quickly turned his head away from hers, “I guess I could do that.”  Never in his wildest dreams did he think that Momo would ask him something like that.  Furthermore, it was in such a cute way that he knew instantly that he wouldn’t be able to resist her request.  Looking around, he noticed a bush large enough for Momo to squat behind.  Pointing his finger at the bush, he stated, “I think that should be a good spot for you to squat behind.  Don’t worry, I’ll stand on the this side and act as your lookout.” “Thanks Todoroki,” smiled Momo. “However, I was thinking of doing something a little bit different.” “Different how?” Momo cleared her throat, “I thought that maybe I could try doing it standing up, sort of like you just did.” “Can girls even pee standing up?” asked Shoto.  “Wouldn’t it be kind of difficult to do it without a…you know…?”  For whatever reason Shoto couldn’t bring himself to say the word “penis” in front of Momo. “I guess it could be difficult to do it without a penis,” replied Momo.  “However, if I used something to direct the urine far enough away from my body, I think I should be able to do it with little to no issues.” “And how exactly would you do that?” “Let me think,” said Momo as she began to rack her brain.  “I’ve got it.  I’ll create a paper penis to funnel the urine through.”  The moment she said it, Shoto stifled a giggle.  “What’s so funny?” “Just what you called the thing you’re going to create,” replied Shoto, still trying hard not to burst out laughing. “What should I call it then?” “How about a “pee funnel” or “urination funnel”?” suggested Shoto. “That sounds way better,” replied Momo.  It was clear that she was getting excited at the prospect of creating such a device.  Momo closed her eyes and began to focus on the shape and material she would likely need.  A couple moments later, her arm began to glow.  Shoto watched as Momo pulled out a cone-shaped object from her arm.  It had the same red color as her hero suit.  Momo looked it over.  “I think this should work.  Let’s try it out.”  Momo walked behind the bush.  In her current standing position, the bush reached just a few inches below her breasts. “How exactly are you going to do this?” asked Shoto as he walked towards her. “Since it’s my first time and this is a prototype, I think the best thing to do would be to strip from the waist down,” declared Momo.  “At least this way, if the first try fails, I won’t get my clothes dirty.”  Momo then proceeded to remove her pants and panties.  She then placed her panties inside her pants before neatly folding her pants.  Reaching over the bush, she asked “Todoroki, could you hold onto these for me so they don’t get dirty?” “Sure,” he said as he grabbed the pants from her.  He then turned his back to her to give her some privacy. “Hey Todoroki, do you think you could face me while I do this?  I’d feel better knowing there is somebody watching my blind spot for me.” “If that’s what you want,” replied Shoto as he turned back around.  They were now face to face with only the bush between them.  Momo placed the funnel against her bare crotch.  She shivered a bit as she did so.  Shoto took notice.  “Yaoyorozu, are you okay?” he asked. “I’m fine,” she answered as she adjusted the funnel.  “I’m just not used to having anything like this down near my vaginal area.”  As she looked up, Momo noticed Shoto’s face had gone beet red, and he was unable to meet her gaze.  It took Momo a few seconds to register what happened.  “Wait a minute, that came out wrong.  What I meant to say was this is not the kind of thing I typically put near my vaginal area.”  The instant she saw Shoto’s face, she knew she had made the situation worse.  Great, she thought to herself, now he probably thinks I’m some sort of sexual deviant. “I get it,” said Shoto as his voice cracked a little.  “Can we get this over with?” “Sure,” blushed Momo.  She then spread her legs like she had seen Shoto do while she used both hands to keep the funnel in place.  “Before I start, do you have any pointers?” Shoto racked his brain.  “Maybe try pointing the funnel down at an angle.  Perhaps something like this.” Momo watched as Shoto demonstrated the angle with his hand. “Got it,” replied Momo, “let’s do this.”  A couple minutes passed, but nothing happened.  “Oh my.  I didn’t think it would be this difficult to tinkle with somebody watching me like this.  How in the world do you guys do this side by side?” “I guess it’s just ingrained in us early enough that it doesn’t matter too much,” he answered.  Another minute passed without anything happening.  “If it’s too difficult for you right now, maybe you should try squatting.” “No way!” declared Momo.  “This is too important for me to give up before I’ve tried.” “Why?” “Because if I can get it to work, then I can help the rest of the girls on the trip.  Whether they want to use it or not is up to them, but I think they should at least have the option of standing or squatting.” Shoto smiled in amazement at the look of pure determination on Momo’s face. Guess I’ve got no other choice but to root for her, he thought to himself.  “Alright Yaoyorozu, I know you can do this.  Do your best.” “I will,” blushed Momo.  Another thirty seconds passed without anything happening.  Come on, she thought to herself.  You can do it.  Just keep pushing through.  Todoroki believes you can do it so you have to show him you can.  Momo took a deep breath and gave one final push.  Suddenly a sloshing sound broke the relative silence of the forest. Looking down, she saw a yellow stream jetting out of the tip of the funnel.  Oh my God!  I’m doing it, I’m doing it.  I can’t believe I’m really doing it.  I’m peeing like a boy!  Momo watched as her piss hit the grass just a few centimeters from the bush.  Suddenly an idea popped into her head.  She took another deep breath and pushed again.  This time, her stream just barely touched the bush. “Sounds like you’re doing great,” stated Shoto. “Yes,” agreed Momo as she looked into his eyes, “I can’t wait to show this off to the other girls.”  Momo redirected her attention back to the funnel.  Shoto watched as Momo’s eye’s grew wide and a look of terror crossed her face.  “Oh no!” she screamed.  Before Shoto had any time to react, Momo ducked down behind the bush. “Yaoyorozu!” screamed Shoto as he ran to the other side of the bush.  As he looked down, he saw that Momo was now in a squatting position.  A thick yellow stream was gushing from between her legs with enough force to flatten the grass in front of her.  Directly beneath her was the remnants of the red pee funnel.  From the looks of it, it had been unable to handle the strain of directing a urine flow and had collapsed in on itself.  As Shoto’s eyes shifted away from the funnel, they landed on a patch of hair.  “Black,” muttered Shoto, unable to control himself. “NOOOOO!!!” screamed Momo as she pressed her hands against her crotch.  “DON’T LOOK!!!”  But it was too late.  The damage had been done.  All Shoto could do was watch as Momo’s stream turned into a full-on spray.  Part of her spray hit the lower part of the bush, running across the leaves before dripping onto lower leaves or the ground below.  The other part splashed against the back of her hands and inner thighs.  This would go on for about thirty seconds before finally ceasing.  Shoto stared in shock as gravity pulled the remaining yellow droplets towards the earth.  “Please look away while I clean myself up” sniffled Momo as she used her creation quirk to create a hand towel. “I’m so sorry!” exclaimed Shoto as he turned his back to her.  He could hear the sound of the towel rubbing against the wet parts of her skin.  A couple minutes passed before Momo asked him for her clothes.  “What happened?” asked Shoto as he listened to her get dressed. “I think there might have been something wrong with the material I used or maybe I miscalculated,” replied Momo as she sanitized her hands.  “I tried using a type of paper that is flexible, sturdy, and that is supposed to hold water without falling apart.  Maybe it was the wrong type for the job, or maybe it wasn’t thick enough.  Either way we can chalk this up as a complete and utter failure.”  Shoto could see tears welling up in the corners of Momo’s eyes.  Within seconds, there were tears rolling down her cheeks.  “I’m sorry,” sniffled Momo as she began trying to wipe away the cascading tears. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, Shoto walked over to Momo.  Without hesitation, he used one hand to lift her chin up and the other hand to gently dab away her tears with the handkerchief.  Momo turned her head and tried to avert her gaze.   “Hey Yaoyorozu, could you look at me for a second?” he asked.  She silently refused his request.  Much to her surprise, Shoto placed both his hand on her cheeks and gently turned her head towards him.  However, she still refused to meet his gaze.  “Yaoyorozu, I need you to look at me for a second.”  She did not.  “Please.”  This time, her eyes met his. “Look Yaoyorozu, it doesn’t matter that your first try was a failure,” he stated.  “What matters is that you tried.  Remember that genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration.  You are one of the smartest people I know and if there’s anyone who can get this thing to work, it’ll be you.” “You really think so,” she sniffled. “I know so,” said Shoto. “But what if I keep failing?” “Then I’ll help you pick yourself up, dry your tears, and we can start again,” smiled Shoto.  “You just have to be willing to keep trying.” “Alright,” said Momo.  “I’m going to keep trying, but I’ll need your help.” “I’ll do whatever I can.” “Thanks Todoroki,” smiled Momo.  As she did so, Shoto felt his heart skip a beat.  The two of them stood up and began making their way back to camp.  On their way back to camp, they conversed about all the possible ideas they could try next, neither of them knowing just what kind of strange experiences awaited them. To Be Continued
Authors note …. hello hello I just got a great idea for a story. I won’t spoil too much but it’s based on Lily’s day off, a video game. Although I’m using my characters. “It’s about time you decided to write something, I was getting bored, Are you ready for the next installment in this multiverse audience?” Yeah I wanna say there’s a multiverse involving my characters but I only have 2 versions of Tina. “There’s that one from accident report,” Yeah but that got downvoted immediately so I killed that version of you. “You killed me!” Yea “Oh ok” Then without further adieu.LEEEEEEETS GET READY TO RUMBBBBLE. Chapter 1 average Joe So you wake up wearing nothing but white, you can’t remember your name, or anything else for that matter. As you look around in a daze you hear a voice, a girls crying to be exact. You turn around the corner to see who it is. You see a girl wearing a tank top, skirt, and a bow on her head. Everything about her looked average, yet you couldn’t help but feel endeared to her. A name comes into your head “Tina” You snap out of your trance when you remember she’s still crying. You go up to her. “Excuse me miss are you alright?” She looks up and still puffy eyed responds “No I can’t remember anything except that my name is Tina,” “What a coincidence! I can’t remember anything either!” You say as you hand her a tissue. “Then let’s find our memories together!” She says cheerfully. As though she hadn’t even been crying before. You are taken back by this change in mood, but go along anyways because you feel so endeared. She pipes up again “How about we go to the police station? Perhaps our family’s have called looking for us?” So the two of you ask around and are told the direction of the police station. As you walk the distance you notice her shifting uncomfortably. “Are you ok? You look a bit wobbly,” “Oh it’s fine I just need to pee, I’ll just go when we get to the police station,” she blushes as she waves her arm in a dismissive manner. As you continue walking around the town Tina begins showing more signs of desperation really quick. She starts bouncing, crossing her legs, and holding herself. “Actually I don’t think I can make it I really needed to pee even before you talked to me,” “Then we’ll go in the supermarket right here,” You day gesturing to the large building you were walking next to. You go inside and ask the cashier about the bathroom. She says only paying customers can have the key use it and Tina groans. So you buy a candy bar to appease the cashier. She tells you the bathrooms are in the back as Tina becomes more desperate by the second. She hunches over and buries both hands in her crotch. “Hand on hang on we can make it!” You say loudly as you grab her hand dragging her to the ladies room. In front of the door you hear a pitter patter as Tina leaks onto the floor. She tears up a little “No I can.. I can…. I can’t hold it!” HERE'S THE WETTING FOR THE SKIMMERS SUCH AS MYSELF A hiss comes from the poor girl as a stream of urine pours out from her, soaking her panties and creating a puddle on the floor. She begins crying as her endeavor ends and instead holds her skirt so it won’t get wet. The pee comes out with such force that it splatters on the ground and surprisingly only gets the panties and bottoms of shoes wet. You can’t help but feel a little bit aroused but you still feel more bad for the poor girl. Eventually the pee stream ends as it drips a little from the completely soaked panties. “I can’t believe I just did that,” Tina whispers. You feel you need to do something. “Ok go into the bathroom and clean yourself I’ll clean up the puddle and when it’s clean I’ll tell you when you can get out ok?” “Ok,” the maiden answers dazed. She enters the bathroom to freshen herself up while you take some paper towels to clean the urine. Luckily it was a slow day in the supermarket so absolutely nobody saw what happened. You leave her in the bathroom while you give the key to the cashier and exit the supermarket. You enter the conveniently placed Victoria’s Secret across from the supermarket and enter to buy a set of underwear, ignoring the stares the people give you as a single man buying ladies underwear. You pay for the undies and re-enter the market. You knock on the door for Tina to come out. “What took you so long?” She says while puffing her cheeks. “I had to go get you a present?” And you show her what you bought. She looks at you, stunned. “Why would you get this for me?” “I felt bad so I bought you down dry underwear.” She tears up, but out of joy this time, “Thank you his is the nicest thing anyone’s done for me,” “All in a day's work,” She goes inside to put it on under her clothes and then walks out. “Thank you I love them!” “You’re wel- Suddenly a group of men in suits round the corner of the isle. The one in front bursts out “Tina honey we’ve been looking all over for you! Your show starts in 10 minutes!come on come on we have to leave!” “Wait a second I need a little time to- No time no time!” He grabs her by the wrist and leaves. 4 months later So it’s been 3 months since you found your memories. Just an average Joe working middle management at a paper company. Turns out that girl you met 4 months ago was some famous singer. You look out your window of the office and wonder if things could have worked out different if you said something else to her. Meanwhile Tina looks out the window of her mansion. She smiles sadly as she looks at the gift you gave her 4 months ago. So you wake up wearing nothing but  office wear….. End of chapter 1 Authors note …..I hope you like the story and catch my drift from that last line. “Aw man that ending was too sad!” Then maybe we can change it next time “Next time?” Thank you for reading, please leave comments and criticism down below. Merry Christmas and a Happy New year. Love Ghostblade(stay thirsty my friends) Edited December 19, 2018 by Ghostblade913 (see edit history)
Authors note …. hello hello, it’s been too long. I decided to write up chapter 2 to this story since I still think it has potential.Anyhow the idea is that little changes affect what happens at certain points so the story’s gonna repeat parts a lot.  You know sometimes I think you’re just too lazy, you need to write more so you can TAKE OVER THE WO- *cough* be more of an influence in this realm, I worry about you sometimes,”  Thanks for that. I’ll keep you in mind for the future. Anyways enough of that. Without further adieu LLLLLLLETS GET READY TO RRRRRRUMBLE! Chapter 2 love with an idol So you wake up wearing nothing but office wear, you can’t remember your name, or anything else for that matter. As you look around in a daze you hear a voice, a girls crying to be exact. You turn around the corner to see who it is. You see a girl wearing a tank top, skirt, and a bow on her head. Everything about her looked average, yet you couldn’t help but feel endeared to her. A name comes into your head “Tina” You snap out of your trance when you remember she’s still crying. You go up to her. “Excuse me miss are you alright?” She looks up and still puffy eyed responds “No I can’t remember anything except that my name is Tina,” “What a coincidence! I can’t remember anything either!” You say as you hand her a tissue. “Then let’s find our memories together!” She says cheerfully. As though she hadn’t even been crying before. You are taken back by this change in mood, but go along anyways because you feel so endeared. She pipes up again “How about we go to the police station? Perhaps our family’s have called looking for us?” So the two of you ask around and are told the direction of the police station. As you walk the distance you notice her shifting uncomfortably. “Are you ok? You look a bit wobbly,” “Oh it’s fine I just need to pee, I’ll just go when we get to the police station,” she blushes as she waves her arm in a dismissive manner. As you continue walking around the town Tina begins showing more signs of desperation really quick. She starts bouncing, crossing her legs, and holding herself. “Actually I don’t think I can make it I really needed to pee even before you talked to me,” “Then we’ll go in the supermarket right here,” You day gesturing to the large building you were walking next to. You go inside and ask the cashier about the bathroom. She says only paying customers can have the key use it and Tina groans. So you buy a candy bar to appease the cashier. She tells you the bathrooms are in the back as Tina becomes more desperate by the second. She hunches over and buries both hands in her crotch. “Hand on hang on we can make it!” You say loudly as you grab her hand dragging her to the ladies room. In front of the door you hear a pitter patter as Tina leaks onto the floor. She tears up a little “No I can.. I can…. I can’t hold it!” HERE'S THE WETTING FOR THE SKIMMERS SUCH AS MYSELF A hiss comes from the poor girl as a stream of urine pours out from her, soaking her panties and creating a puddle on the floor. She begins crying as her endeavor ends and instead holds her skirt so it won’t get wet. The pee comes out with such force that it splatters on the ground and surprisingly only gets the panties and bottoms of shoes wet. You can’t help but feel a little bit aroused but you still feel more bad for the poor girl. Eventually the pee stream ends as it drips a little from the completely soaked panties. “I can’t believe I just did that,” Tina whispers. You feel you need to do something. “Ok go into the bathroom and clean yourself I’ll clean up the puddle and when it’s clean I’ll tell you when you can get out ok?” “Ok,” the maiden answers dazed. She enters the bathroom to freshen herself up while you take some paper towels to clean the urine. Luckily it was a slow day in the supermarket so absolutely nobody saw what happened. You leave her in the bathroom while you give the key to the cashier and exit the supermarket. You enter the conveniently placed Victoria’s Secret across from the supermarket and enter to buy a set of underwear, ignoring the stares the people give you as a single man buying ladies underwear. You pay for the undies and re-enter the market. You knock on the door for Tina to come out. “What took you so long?” She says while puffing her cheeks. “I had to go get you a present.” And you show her what you bought. She looks at you, stunned. “Why would you get this for me?” “I felt bad so I bought you some dry underwear.” She tears up, but out of joy this time. “Thank you this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me! “Hang on I have another surprise,” The two of you walk out of the store, as you look back you see several black vans in the parking lot. You dismiss it as nothing. Eventually you and Tina reach your destination. “Ta-da! Ice cream!” “Oh wow this is too much!” The pretty girl exclaimed in joy. After you place your orders for chocolate and mint flavors respectively, Tina blushes a little and squirms. “You’re sure are squirming a lot, Do you still need to pee?” She blushes harder and pushes you like a tsundere would. “Don’t say that in public idiot! Besides it’s not that,” she says softly. You and the blushing girl beside you get the frozen treats and sit at a table for 2. Tina stares at her ice cream and then you, “*sigh* I’m finally going to be honest with you,” “What?” “I actually still have all my memories, I’m a famous idol who came back to my hometown for a concert, while here I decided to ditch my manager for a little to find my childhood friend,” You stare unimpressed “and what does this have to do with me?” “I’ll get to that….. you are my childhood friend ….. and after this day we’ve had…”  she begins to tear up a little.” I fallen in love with you, I don’t want to go back to idol life anymore, it’s too stressful…” she begins full on crying.” I just want to stay here with you,” …… …… ……”Are you still there?” You feel a burning sensation in your head, as though another person was trying to break in there… no I take it back.. someone is trying to break in. You remember times like this eating ice cream with your best friend, you remember times like this  comforting your friend, but most importantly, you remember a time like this…… Falling in love with your best friend “I remember now,” Tina’s head perks up at this. “Tina I … I remember you… and I remember… that I’ve always wanted to be with you forever,” Tina smiles through her tears. “Tina, please let me be your boyfriend, so we can always be together. Tina practically screams “YES YES!” 4 months later It had been a while since Tina quit her idol life. Of course fans were disappointed and the media kept harassing you and your girlfriend.. but it all settled down after a month. Tina’s money would help last the two of you a while as you spend your days taking walks in the park and feeding birds. As you lie in a blanket next to your one true love, a single thought enters your head. Perhaps you were more than than just some average Joe. So you wake up with an “I’m with her” shirt on Authors note…. So I hope you like it. Sorry there’s technically no new wetting in it but I really liked the ending. I hope to make at least 3 different storylines of this. “Yes the mystery and intrigue continue, which will be found out by ME detective Tina!” More like “defective Tina” Since when were you a detective. “Since just now!” I hope you liked please leave comments as well as criticism down below. It’s a new year for new beginnings. With love Ghostblade(stay thirsty my friends)
Chapter 2: Zebras I must say, my girlfriend was looking quite stunning that Saturday. She wore a sporty top, her excellent B cups looking great—I’ve always been more of a shape than size guy when it comes to breasts—and light blue jeans shorts. When she turned around, the shape of my bum got me a semi. I’m sorry to be so explicit, but what can I say? I wouldn’t be with Tanya if she didn’t turn me on. She’s average height, brunette, with a pretty face and an hourglass figure. Just my type of girl. But of course, I wouldn’t be with her just because she’s a perfect ten—which, if I’m being honest, many other guys would probably disagree with, but it’s my opinion that matters—our personalities must match, our sexualities and interests and everything else that makes a relationship that consists of more than sex work. And they do. She’s ambitious, she can speak as easily about philosophy as about Archer, my favorite cartoon, and she’s usually very nice and pleasant to be around. She’s got a bit of a temper, but somehow I find it cute. Especially because she’s always so sweet when we make up, which never takes long. Quick to go off, quick to forgive, that’s my girlfriend for you. Before we went out, I made the mistake of asking her whether she’d been to the bathroom, which I’d done when I showered as a reasonable precaution. We were going to be out all day, and who knew when and where restrooms would be available? But she got offended. “Quit parenting me,” she told me with a frown. But then she added, “As a matter of fact, no I didn’t, although it’s none of your damn business. I didn’t need to go so I didn’t.” She elected to pack a large bottle of water in her backpack, as if trying to push my buttons. She keeps telling me I’m trying to “daddy” her when I voice my concerns about her little potty issue. I’m not one of those guys who likes his girl to yell “yes daddy, fuck me harder” when we have sex. But I do feel a certain responsibility. Significant others should look out for each other. I don’t want her to embarrass herself, especially not in public. We were going to the zoo first. Tanya took several swigs out of her water bottle in the car. “I really love zebras,” she said. “They’re my favorite animals. Like funny-looking horses. I hope they have them at City Central,” the zoo we were going to. I nodded. What do you even say to that? I never had a favorite exotic animal. I like dogs. They’re affectionate and you keep them as pets. Zebras, giraffes, elephants? You see them in zoos, or on David Attenborough shows. Hard to form a relationship with them unless you happen to work at a zoo or be an animal researcher. As we got in line for the ticket booth, I noticed Tanya squirming slightly. Surely after all her bravado, she didn’t need to pee already? “Babe, you seem a bit fidgety,” I said. “I’m just excited for the zebras, silly,” she said. Tanya puts on a charming smile when she lies. I’ve known about her tell for a while. We played poker for small stakes of cash once. Never again. I slept on the couch for three days. I paid for the tickets and we entered. We have a good thing going, money-wise. Not quite shared accounts yet, but we tend to alternate paying for things, whether it be zoo tickets or groceries. We make about the same amount of money and pay about the same share of our bills, including rent. We walked around for an hour, looking at chimps, lions, elephants and snakes. Tanya voiced her disappointment at the lack of zebras. By now, she couldn’t hide her fidgeting. After we ate lunch—Tanya had a large coffee with her hot dog—she couldn’t resist crossing her legs. I figured this had gone on long enough. “Tanya, please don’t take this the wrong way...” I began. “You’re going to tell me to go potty, aren’t you?” “I wouldn’t use those words, but yes. You’re dancing like a little girl. Come on, it’ll be quick. Restrooms are right there,” I said, pointing at a little red building with the word RESTROOMS prominently displayed on a sign. “I can hold it,” she said. I took her hand. “Come on, I need to make a pit stop anyway,” I said. She resisted my grip. “Don’t parent me,” she repeated. It had became her refrain, and she was sticking to her script. I clutched her firmly. I wasn’t giving in so easily this time. “Don’t be silly,” I said. Tanya proved my point by grabbing herself between the legs. “When was the last time you peed, anyway?” She thought about it for a moment. I’d expected her to make some sassy remark, but instead, she said, “Oh, about dinner-time last night, I think.” “About time, then.” She shrugged and let me hold her hand. “Okay, daddy,” she added sarcastically, but she let me lead her toward the restrooms. When we got in, we discovered it was a unisex restroom, and there was a line for both stalls. Tanya wasn’t pleased. “Fuck,” she said, squirming. I let her go ahead of me, of course. Directly in front of us was a girl in her late teens, also clearly desperate. “Please,” she was muttering to herself, as if invoking the pee gods to intervene in her favor. Then there was a moan. “No,” she said, casting her eyes down. I couldn’t spot anything on her jeans, but maybe she leaked. I tried not to pay too much attention to her. I don’t know why, but seeing Tanya desperate had woken something in me. Everything was somehow sexually charged, and this girl was far too young for me. Plus, I was on a date with my girlfriend. It’s rude to look at other girls with desire in your eyes when you’re on a date. Tanya leaned in and whispered. “That girl’s performance isn’t helping me,” she confided. My girlfriend seemed to be at her limit. She now had a hand permanently stuck between her legs. Good thing she gave in, otherwise I’d be driving her home in wet shorts within thirty minutes. Finally, the man in our stall exited, and the teenage girl rushed in, mumbling to herself. Possibly thanking the pee gods for their timely intervention. Tanya clutched my hand, hard. She was clearly struggling. There was no one else behind us in line for this particular stall, and the line for the other stall had cleared out by the time the teenage girl exited. Her eyes were cast down, and I followed them. There was a tiny wet spot between her legs. I redirected my gaze at Tanya, potty-dancing like a toddler. Keep your focus on your girl, I told myself. To my surprise, she dragged me into the stall with her. “Fuck!” She mumbled as she struggled with the zipper. Finally, she got it open, then down came the shorts and the pink panties as she planted herself on the seat. Tanya moaned as she let go. It was a drizzle for a few seconds, then it became a flood. I don’t know how long it lasted, but it’s the longest piss I can recall witnessing. I could see the tension leave her shoulders, and she had to put a hand over her mouth to suppress what might have been a whimper, might have been a distinctly orgasmic moan. What came out instead was a muffled “ahhh.” Then she wiped and stood up, allowing me a good view between her legs as she hiked up her panties. She pointed between her legs and whispered, “See, not a spot.” Then she moved out of the way and let me piss. Mine wasn’t nearly as urgent or as long as hers, and it was also not aided by the appearance of a boner. I thought I could hear Tanya chuckling, but I might be imagining things. I finished, and then we sneaked out of the stall, wary of any onlookers who thought we might have been up to no good in there together. After we were done washing up, I gave my girlfriend that look. “See what happens when you put it off until the last minute,” I said. She arced a brow. “I made it just fine.” “By a hair.” But then she surprised me by changing tack completely. “Seemed like you enjoyed the show, didn’t you, honey?” I blushed. I tried to deny it. I really did. But I just couldn’t—that moment in the stall, no, the whole sequence starting with me dragging Tanya to the restrooms, her potty-dancing, the desperate girl in front of us, the girl exiting the stall damp between the legs, Tanya almost having an accident, the orgasmic look on her face as she made it just in time—it had been distinctly erotic. I wanted it not to be, but my body betrayed me. Tanya smiled. “Right then, babe, I should be good for the rest of the day, then.” She finished up her water bottle and immediately replaced it with another one, equally large, from a nearby vending machine. We continued our tour of the zoo and she’d finished the bottle by the hour. By then, we’d seen most of what City Central Zoo had to offer, too, verifying once and for all there were no zebras, so I suggested to Tanya we head to greener pastures. Tanya gave a cautious look as we passed the restrooms by the exits, but pass them by she did. And—by the gods, big or small—I could feel my pulse quicken as she did. “Let’s have a picnic in the park!” Tanya suggested when she spotted an old blanket in the back of the car. I had nothing better to suggest, so we swung by a shop to buy some crackers, plastic cups, and a cheap bottle of wine. “I’m driving,” I reminded Tanya. “You can have one glass and you’ll be fine to drive by this evening. Leave the rest of it to me,” she said, and winked. We found a nicely shaded spot underneath a tree. It was the height of summer, and it was nice to get out of the early afternoon heat. I spread out the blanket on the grass, and Tanya seated herself in a curious way: one leg tucked underneath her, sitting on her heel. She wasn’t quite able to sit still, either, and as I poured us wine, I inquired, “Tanya, you wouldn’t happen to need…?” She nodded. “I’m feeling a bit full, is all. But I can last a bit longer! Cheers!” We touched our disposable plastic cups together, which had none of the satisfying clinking of genuine glass—it just caused the plastic to bend and the wine to spill up the sides. I drank my wine slowly and we chatted about the zoo, while my girlfriend finished her glass quickly and began on her second. By now, she was squirming openly. “Tanya, I can see you’re getting desperate,” I said. My pulse was definitely heightened. She was right: for some incomprehensible reason, I was enjoying the show. It had never occurred to me before that watching a woman desperately try to contain her bladder could be remotely erotic. It hadn’t felt that way when Tanya wet the bed, or pissed herself while we were watching Netflix. Both times, it felt like it got in the way of any erotic charge, but now, for some reason, here I was watching her, picturing her leaking into those pink panties, desperately clenching, and getting all hot and bothered. Maybe it was her manner: she was presenting herself to me, showing herself off. She was neither embarrassed nor sorry. She was teasing me and it was working. “I have to pee so, so bad,” she said. “But I’ve lasted longer than this before.” “You barely made it, like, three hours ago, and now you’re looking like you might burst again already.” She smiled. “I’m not nearly as close to leaking as I was back then.” She finished up the last of her wine and crawled over towards me, gave me a sloppy kiss. “Come on, big boy, admit it. You’d be disappointed if I gave in and went to the restroom like a sensible girl right now.” “No,” I said. “I think you should be sensible and go before it’s too late.” She leaned away from me. Fixed her gaze on mine. Her green eyes glittered. “If you truly mean that, I’ll go.” I couldn’t make my head nod, much as I wanted it to. “No,” I said, and pulled her in for another kiss. “No, don’t go yet,” I repeated, as we separated. She sat down, holding herself subtly between the legs, looking at me expectantly. What was I supposed to say to her? “But let’s talk about this. Where is this coming from? Was it always something… arousing to you? Because to me, what I’m feeling… I don’t know where it’s coming from.” She shook her head. “No, I don’t know where it’s coming from either. It was always just a bad habit I had, putting it off. I always did have a big bladder, so I rarely got caught short even though I set myself up for it all the time, putting it off.” “So what’s going on?” She shrugged. “I can’t tell you why it’s turning you on now. But I can tell you why it’s turning me on now, when it never really did before. You know, I was getting kind of mad at you for parenting me like a child, so I pulled you into that stall on a whim. I wanted to show you I’d make it. But then, having you there, watching me, and that relief—the relief wasn’t just physical, this time. It was emotional. I think I’d be devastated, if I’d ended up having an accident in front of you.” She fidgeted again, gave me a sly little smile, then continued, “I mean, I’ve had accidents in public before, and I laughed it off, it was mildly embarrassing but my friends let me off the hook pretty lightly, so I could laugh with them about it. But you—I was trying to prove something to you, and if I’d failed, I was afraid you’d humiliate me. That relief, emotional and physical, with you there watching every second… I came. For the first time ever, I had a spontaneous orgasm, just from peeing.” It was a lot to take in. I didn’t know which thread to pick at first. Before I’d collected my thoughts, she added, “Also, I couldn’t help but notice you seemed to be enjoying the show.” I blushed. “Yeah.” But there was that other thing she said. “But that bit about me humiliating you—I wouldn’t do that, you know that, right? I wouldn’t lead with I told you so if I saw you were genuinely upset.” We looked at each other. My eyes were moist, for some reason. Hers were, too. “I love you,” she said. “I love you, too.” It wasn’t the first time we’d said those words to each other, but it felt as meaningful as that first time. “Tell me about an accident you had,” I said. Somehow, things had gotten a bit too deep, too quickly, and I wanted to bring them back down to the carnal plane. Her squirming was now constant. I hoped nobody was around to see us, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away from her performance. “Wouldn’t you like to know all the details,” Tanya said. “Okay, so there was this one time on a bus trip...” “Yeah, sorry to interrupt you. Sarah happened to mention that to me one time. She told me you had a weird habit or something.” Tanya laughed. “That bitch could never keep a dirty secret,” she said, but her tone was humorous, not angry. “Okay, that happened. It was just one of those times when I overestimated my abilities. Let me tell you another incident. It was just after I got my first job out of college. I was supposed to be a receptionist, and there were calls all day, both on the phone and in person, and I was nervous so I kept sipping tea. By the end of the day, I was desperate, but for some reason I thought I could make it home, so I didn’t go looking for a restroom.” “And you didn’t? Make it home, I mean?” “Oh, I did. I was squirming like mad on the bus, but I got there. Not even a leak. But when I got home, my roommate was in the shower. I stood outside the bathroom door like this,” and she demonstrated by squeezing her crotch, violently shifting her legs around, “and praying she’d be done in time. But then I felt it—a little leak. And another. I looked down at my slacks, and could see a little damp spot down there. I was really struggling, and began banging on the door. Just then, Anita—that’s my housemate at the time—she opened the door, wrapped in a towel, and I just lost it right in front of her. Totally pissed my pants in front of this girl I’d moved in with three weeks ago off a Craigslist ad, didn’t really know her at all.” “Wow. Must have been super embarrassing.” “She was a bit shocked, but when I told her how I’d been held up at work all day, first day, didn’t even know where the restrooms were and didn’t want to disappoint my manager—you know, laying it on a bit thick for sympathy—she was actually really understanding. Told me she’d never quite pissed herself, but she’d had some close calls herself. We ended up becoming good friends, and she saw me desperate on more than one occasion later, but I never had another accident when she was around.” Tanya crept a bit closer to me, still holding herself with one hand. Took my hand and carefully placed it on her abdomen, which was bulging. “Careful, no added pressure,” she said. I felt an erection coming on. She looked me over, from the eyes down to my crotch. I made no attempt to hide the effect she was having on me. “You know,” I said, making an effort to get back to reality. “This is obviously really exciting, but maybe we should explore it more in private?” Tanya bit her lip. “Uh-huh. Someone might see, right?” I nodded. “You wouldn’t humiliate me if I did have an accident?” She asked. “Never.” “What if I wanted you to?” “What?” “I know about incognito mode,” she said. “And?” “And if I didn’t, you might discover some things in my search history that’d surprise you,” she added with a coy smile. “Look, let’s try this. I noticed there’s a public restroom about two hundred meters up this path, we passed it on our way there. When I really don’t think I can hold it any longer, I’ll give you a sign and you take me there. And if I don’t make it, I want you to humiliate me—not, like, hardcore. Just embarrass me a little. Remind me I’m too old to be putting it off too long.” “I wouldn’t want to go too far...” I was intrigued, but also wary. Things were moving fast, and there was a battle going on between my libido and my higher thinking. “I might pretend to be a bit upset, but if I get actually upset and want you to stop, I’ll tell you zebras and you’ll stop.” “Zebras is your safe-word?” “Why not?” “Someone might see us...” “Look around you,” she said. I’d been too transfixed by her squirming and her stories to notice that the park was deserted. I could even see the restrooms Tanya were talking about back up the path. “And I have a change of clothes in the car. I didn’t bring it on purpose, I just noticed my overnight bag was sitting there in the trunk, must’ve forgotten it there sometime.” “Okay.” I said. “I’m not sure… We’ve never done any roleplay before. I might be a terrible actor.” “I’m about to piss myself,” Tanya said. “I’m sure I’ll be more focused on holding it than on your Oscar chances.” We spent the next half-hour just trying to pass the time, trading trivia while Tanya’s movements got increasingly erratic. Fun fact: it’s really hard to come up with fun facts when you’re waiting for your desperate girlfriend to wet herself, watching for every sign. She bent over, grabbing herself and moaning, then looked me in the eye. I took it as her promised sign. “Right,” I said, clearing my throat. Time to get into character. “This has gone on too long, babe. Let’s get you to a restroom.” “I’m not your child,” she said, squirming and biting her lip. “No, so stop acting like one.” I helped her up. She winced as she had to let go of her crotch for a moment. I took her by the hand and led her up the path towards the restrooms. She walked slowly, clenching every muscle, and had to stop several times to clutch at herself. I glanced around nervously for onlookers, but the park was still empty. Once, she stopped completely, bent over, and when she straightened back up, I noticed a tiny wet spot on her shorts. “Oh, fuck’s sake, are you peeing your pants?” I said. “Shut up. I’m gonna make it,” Tanya said. We were only thirty paces off from the restrooms now. Tanya could only take three strides at a time before she had to stop and clutch at herself, but she didn’t let go of my hand. “Come on, you can make it, big girl,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t. As we approached the door, Tanya sank into a crouch, whimpering. “Ahh,” she said. “No, no, no…” My eyes were fixed on her abdomen, on the wet spot between her legs: it had grown. It was growing. Pee began pouring out, through the denim, down her inner thighs, out the leg holes of her shorts, pitter-pattering down her legs and pooling in the grass beneath her. Tanya moaned. It went on for a minute, then she straightened herself up. “I think I got it under control now,” she said. I took her hand again and turned her around, admiring her bum. Under control, my ass. Her butt was soaked all the way up to the waistband in a half-moon pattern, and her bare thighs were glistening with transparent urine. “Didn’t I tell you to go earlier?” I said. “Under control? You just wet yourself like…” I was still not entirely in character, and I was both confused and aroused—I couldn’t come up with a coherent sentence, no way to fulfill her humiliation fantasy that didn’t go overboard. “I’m sorry, Ryan,” she said in a small voice. “I’ll make it next time.” Then she rose and kissed me, passionately, teasing me with her tongue. “I really enjoyed that,” she whispered. Her voice was back to normal now, but she was still breathing hard, her cheeks flushed. “Now get me home and we’ll take care of all your needs, big boy.” She gave my erection a squeeze through my pants. We made it back to the car unseen. Tanya retrieved her overnight bag and quickly made a change in the backseat, under the cover of our blanket. Then we drove home and she more than fulfilled her end of the deal. Dear diary, today was incredible. Ryan and I discovered something new and exciting—I’d never dreamed that things would turn out this way. The way he looks at me when I’m desperate—the way I felt when I couldn’t help but let go—his charmingly awkward attempts to embarrass me—the fun we had when we got home. Oh my god. I am at a loss for words. We’re definitely exploring this further sometime. With more proper planning, certainly. I could tell Ryan was a bit conflicted—we got caught up in a bubble of arousal and we moved a bit fast. It’s okay, though. We talked about it afterwards. Agreed that we both enjoyed it. Agreed we’d explore it at a careful pace going forward. Made absolutely sure nothing we did today crossed anybody’s limits. Talk soon, T.
Ok, so I ran into some issues with writer's block while writing chapter 3. I just couldn't get anything going that I was satisfied with. So, in lieu of that, I decided I might as well give you the original chapter 3 which I wrote before I wrote chapter 2. As mentioned, this one might be a bit tonally different because it doesn't account for the more intimate and emotional direction that ch2 went in, but hey, I think it's still pretty sexy if I do say so myself! I'm posting this now so that I can start on a different story with a good conscience, because I hate leaving a story unfinished when I promised I would post follow-up. Chapter 3 (original) After that day, everything changed. Suddenly, desperation and even wetting had become sexual to us. We eagerly explored this new fetish, and ventured ever further into new relationship dynamics. It was Tanya who suggested we start a blog about our adventures. It was very explicit, with detailed stories about our experiences, and pictures of Tanya potty-dancing, sometimes even wet, but always with her face cropped out. Of course, neither of us wanted any of this to be connected to our real identities. We went by R. & T. on the blog. After a few months, it had gained quite a following. One day, I received an intriguing e-mail to the dummy gmail account associated with the blog: Hi, R & T! My name is Joanna, Jo to my friends. I’ve been a fan of your blog almost since it began. Holding my pee has always been a source of great pleasure to me. I come from a big-bladdered family, and was trained from an early age to hold for long periods of time while hiding my need. Now, I only pee once per day, and that’s just a sensible precaution. I can go for longer, but you need a certain balance in your life between sexual pleasure and “real life” (work, friends, family and hobbies). So you must understand, sending this e-mail is unusually forward of me. From certain clues I believe I live reasonably close to you, but don’t worry, I don’t plan to doxx you. I understand your desire to keep your private sex life private and your blog anonymous. I’m writing because I have a request. You’re free to decline, in fact I expect you to. But I’ve been thinking about it for days now, and just can’t get it off my mind. I’ve noticed T. has fallen into something of a more submissive role lately. Accepted R’s control over her bathroom habits. And I think that’s… It’s not wrong. Nothing consensual is wrong. But I want to prove to you that not all ladies like T need to be parented by their boyfriends. I’d like to issue a challenge. I come to your house, and I demonstrate my ability to hold long and hard while hiding any sign of desperation. We can meet in a public place first to confirm to each other that none of us are psychos who plan to rob or murder the other. I think it would be great fun, and couldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t extend the offer. Sincerely, Jo I was intrigued, but also very wary. Naturally, letting a stranger from the internet into your sex life is a risky proposition. I showed the e-mail to Tanya, of course. To my surprise, she was positive. She told me ever since we began expanding our sexual repertoire, she’d become more open to having another woman involved, provided it was the right woman and the right circumstances. We discussed whether “Jo” might actually be a fat, middle-aged ax murderer. Finally, we agreed that we’d at least meet her, at a location reasonably far away from our apartment, and see what impression she gave off. We had our meeting, and Jo was indeed a confident, pretty young woman. She presented no red flags whatsoever. In fact she talked more about her fears—that we might be the psychos, that we might think she was one—than she talked about anything else. She also told some incredible stories about her bladder prowess. We agreed to try out a weekend experience, on the condition that we might throw her out of the house at the first red flag. She was very understanding, and said she’d impose the same conditions if she were in our shoes. Saturday around 11 AM, she arrived, all smiles. We showed her around the place and sat down for a cup of tea, talking about our plans for the weekend. “I last peed before I left, so that’s about three hours ago,” Jo said. By the end of the first meeting, we’d all exchanged our real names and addresses as a sign of trust. The mood in the room was good—electric, even. Everyone was excited for what was about to happen. We still kept a subtle eye out for any warning signs, of course, but nothing so far seemed to indicate that Jo was anything but what she presented herself to be. “I just peed an hour ago,” Tanya said. We agreed that each lady would hold, time limit indefinite. “I’m going to show you what a real iron bladder looks like,” Jo said. At this stage, no more than an hour since her last pee, Tanya was fairly confident in her abilities, too. She’d expanded her capabilities considerably since we began our experiments. “Let’s get started, then,” I suggested. “To speed things along, I suggest each of you have a liter of water. No need to down everything in one go, but finish it by the hour. You’ve already seen the bathroom, Jo, and both of you know from now on it’s off limits to anyone but me. As you know, I’m more of a watcher than a holder.” Jo nodded. “Excellent!” She said. I gave each women their bottle of water, and they each finished theirs within the next half-hour while we chatted about this and that, getting to know each other outside our shared fetish. I learned that Jo was a nurse, and frequently had to hold for long periods of time at her job—not by choice, she said. She preferred to keep her fun private, but her schedule was demanding. She might be paged anytime for an emergency, so she might be prevented from peeing for long periods of time. By now, I was a bit at a loss as to how to fill the time until the real desperation set in. Tanya suggested we show Jo around town before anyone was got too desperate to be out in public, and so we did. We spent a few hours seeing the local sights, each woman taking several opportunities to fill up on coffee. Then we had dinner at a local restaurant. Jo insisted on paying, “for our hospitality and trust,” as she said. By the end of dinner, Tanya was beginning to squirm, so we all decided to head home. Time for the real show to begin. Jo already demonstrated quite a bladder bulge under her jeans if you looked closely, but she showed absolutely no signs of urgency. Tanya was subtly squirming, but keeping things under control. “Well, it’s after five on a Saturday, and I’ve got a six-pack of lager in the fridge,” I offered. Jo accepted eagerly. My girlfriend gave me a look that said “don’t rush things,” but she accepted a beer too. By this time, I decided to visit the toilet myself. After that, I locked the bathroom and put the key in my pocket, out of reach of the ladies. They’d both agreed on the conditions, and we’d all agreed that anyone was free to back out anytime at no further price than some embarrassment. So we sipped beer and watched a film. Tanya was snuggled up against me, and by the end of the film, she was holding herself between the legs. Jo gave a smirk. If you looked very closely, you might notice that her movements had become slightly more strained, more careful. But she was hiding it very well, just like she’d said she would. Tanya wasn’t ready to throw in the towel, but she declared that one more glass of water was all she would have tonight. Normally, this hold would be no challenge to her, but she’d been over-hydrating and now she was quite desperate. I must say, I enjoyed the show. I don’t know what I enjoyed more: seeing Tanya like this, or the thought of seeing Jo like this later on. Surely, if she didn’t throw in the towel she’d reach the point of visible desperation, at least by the next morning. The ladies had their water, and we teased each other about what might happen tomorrow for a while, but then Tanya, now very strained, declared an early night. I’d prepared carefully, and one of my preparations was buying a pack of those bedwetting mats they sell for teenagers. Jo knew she’d be sleeping on the couch, since we had only one bed in our apartment, but she wasn’t happy to hear she’d be sleeping protected. “I won’t be peeing in my sleep,” she declared. Jo was keeping her composure very well, but by now you could tell she needed to pee if you were looking closely. “My house, my rules,” I said. “Fair point,” Jo agreed, and I put the protection on the coach. Then we said our good-nights, and I prepared the bed for my girlfriend. In private, she was holding herself openly, dancing like crazy. It drove me wild. We fell asleep after a good while of fantasizing, both very excited and Tanya also very desperate. Early in the morning, she woke me up. I knew immediately why. She revealed that her pajamas were quite soaked, and I tentatively put a hand between her legs, feeling the wetness, feeling what lay underneath. She moaned, but then she put my hand away. “It’ll be more exciting when we see Jo later,” she said. “Putting it off is so exciting, makes the eventual release so much better.” Not exactly subtle, the double meaning there. Tanya changed, and we were pleased to find the bedwetting mat had done its job admirably. Not a spot on the sheets, although the mat itself was soaked. Then we fell asleep in each others’ arms. A couple of hours later, the alarm clock woke us up. It was 8 AM, and we were both very curious to see how Jo had fared throughout the night. We found her awake, legs crossed casual-like on top of a dry bed-mat. When she wasn’t moving, you couldn’t tell, but as soon as she rose, she was squirming. Of course, she’d been holding it for twenty-four hours. “I’m sweaty and exhausted, and I’d like a shower and a change, even though I didn’t wet myself. It’s only fair you two get to watch to make sure I don’t cheat,” Jo said. The proposition had turned things very sexual, very fast, but we were all in the mood for it. Jo undressed, and we both admired her physique in general, and her bulging bladder and shaky legs in particular. As the water began running, she shuddered and crossed her legs, but she kept it all in. When she’d dried off, she cast a suspicious glance at Tanya, who’d been so squirmy last night and was so composed now. “How’d your night go?” Jo asked. Tanya blushed. “I wet myself early this morning, so you won. Congratulations. But you won’t beat me twice.” Jo chuckled. “Yeah, that might be a challenge. You lived up to my expectations—nearly twenty-four hours while drinking so much is impressive even by my standards. That would be a challenge not even I think I could take on. But I’m not quite ready to give in yet.” So she re-dressed into another pair of jeans and high-cut shirt showing off her bulging midsection, and we ate breakfast. My girlfriend, only hours removed from her last pee, confidently gulping it all down. Jo, now moving her legs erratically under the table, settled for a cup of coffee. “Not so composed now?” I ventured. Jo nodded. “I’m feeling it. But I can last a good while longer. It might not be as composed, but I’ll last.” Indeed, she was now approaching the stage Tanya had been in the night before, openly squirming and occasionally squeezing herself while she thought we weren’t looking. We spent another hour talking, continually teasing Jo, who was taking it all as a good sport. She even accepted another bottle of water from Tanya, although she drank it slowly, wincing as each sip made its way down her system. Tanya finished her bottle in five minutes flat. Then she announced, “Who’s up for a Sunday matinee?” Jo gave her a look that said are you actually insane? But to my surprise, she agreed. She had no issues with my insisting she bring a change of clothes or sit on a bed mat in the car, either. On the ride to the cinema, she announced she’d now reached her all-time longest hold, and the previous record she’d been drinking far less. Jo attracted some odd looks as she squirmed at the ticket office. On the way in, she suddenly gasped and stopped dead in her tracks. Then, she blushed and looked down at her crotch. I followed her gaze. In the dim lighting, it was hard to tell, but there appeared to be a tiny damp patch on her jeans. “Did you just have an accident?” “You might see me leak,” she said, “but I won’t piss myself. I’ll go to the toilet when I decide, not when my body decides for me.” “You don’t call that an accident?” “I call it an understandable occurrence, nothing more.” We entered the dark hall and sat down, and I worried I’d ruined the mood. But midway through the movie, as the transformers began battling Godzilla—seriously, what is with these dumb crossovers?—both ladies were squirming, and Jo let me put a hand on her damp patch. It hadn’t expanded much, if at all, but when I removed my hand, now sporting a boner, she immediately held herself between the legs. By the credits, she was dancing in her seat, but still hadn’t leaked more. We got up, and Jo surprised us by suggesting we go for an early dinner at the restaurant from the day before. “Are you insane?” I asked. “You already leaked. You’re gonna wet yourself in public!” “That tiny leak was all it took to regain control,” Jo said. “I’m hungry, and I’ll make it back home safe and dry.” Tanya was doing a good job hiding her own urgency, and she agreed as well. The dinner was tense. I had to order for Jo, who couldn’t sit still for a minute. She ate with one hand, the other hidden under the table. For her part, Tanya was scissoring her legs and shifting around. We spoke little, and finished our meal quickly. Both ladies looked at the restrooms with longing as we passed, but declined any offer of relief. When we arrived back home, Jo arranged the bed mat on the couch of her own accord. “I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, and I’m a bit exhausted. I’d like to take a nap, if you don’t mind.” She was fast asleep five minutes later. My girlfriend and I seated ourselves at the kitchen table, which offered a good view of our sleeping bladder heroine. Tanya was still clutching herself and moaning, but we were both transfixed by Jo, squirming in her sleep. Both of us were expecting her to lose it any minute. We talked in muted tones, mostly about how incredibly aroused we both were. But after half an hour, nothing much had happened with Jo, so we gradually turned our attention away from her. A few minutes later, Tanya directed me back towards Jo. “Look!” The damp spot between her legs had grown a bit. It was now the size of a tennis ball, impossible to pass off as anything but a patch of accidentally released urine. But it grew no more, and Jo’s face had assumed a calmer note, as if the little leak was all it took for her to regain her serenity. She slept for another thirty minutes, then woke up. “Time to give it up, Jo,” Tanya announced. “Why?” “You leaked some more.” Jo put a hand between her legs and muttered a curse. But when she stood up, she was barely squirming anymore. Her composure was almost back. “I’m back in control. Let me just make a quick change, and then we can go for a drink at that lovely pub down the street.” Tanya looked horrified. She was on the verge of another accident. “You’re gonna piss yourself, in public!” She said. “I won’t, but even if I do, nobody knows me in this town,” Jo said. Tanya grumbled. Unlike Jo, she risked running into friends or acquaintances. We’d all arranged to have Monday off, anticipating that if things went well, we might need a day to recover. But still… In the end, Tanya’s arousal overcame her fears. She was desperate not only for a pee, but also to reach a climax to this whole ordeal, sexually speaking. She wanted so badly to see Jo lose it, and we’d spent the last hour fantasizing about what we might do to each other, possibly involving Jo, when that happened. So we all walked, the ladies on shaky legs, down to the pub. Jo was sporting another pair of jeans, light enough in tone to show any leaks clearly. She must have brought a whole wardrobe in her suitcase. By now, she was, if not back in control, considerably more so than before her nap. The leak and the sleep combined had done wonders for her composure, and she was able to make her order without much more than minor squirming. Tanya had seated herself in the corner, clutching at herself and trying to suppress moaning. Jo gave us each a pint and we began sipping, neither lady willing to commit fully to even more liquid. “So you do this all the time, holding all day?” I asked Jo. “Pretty much, yeah.” “And you never, ever leaked before today? I find that incredible.” Jo blushed. Her legs were now firmly crossed beneath the table. “Okay, so there was this one time...” “I knew it!” Tanya said. “Let her finish,” I said. “So there was this one time my plane got delayed, then the taxi got lost… It was a bit of a clusterfuck. I ended up having to hold it far longer than I’d planned to. By the time I reached my own bathroom at home, I was still dry, but the sight of the toilet was a bit much. I leaked a little bit. Not enough to show on my skirt. That’s the one time I ever lost control since I was in diapers.” “Until today,” I added. “Today was special circumstances,” she replied, but had the decency to blush. In the end, when the pints were down to the slag at the bottom, it was Tanya who called it off. “I can’t take it anymore in public,” she whispered in my ear. “Besides, I need to go number two, and I’m not into that.” “Time to leave,” I said. Jo nodded. She was back to curtsying and squirming, but both ladies managed the walk home without further incident. We didn’t encounter anyone we knew, thankfully. I gave Tanya the bathroom key and she rushed off. “She calling in the towel? I want to watch,” Jo said. “She needs to poop,” I whispered back. “Oh. Yeah, I guess she deserves her privacy for that bit.” Jo was now bent over, legs crossed, dancing on the spot. She had reached her limit twice already, but each time, had escaped with a tiny leak. Surely now she was at her actual, physical breaking point. She’d been holding it for a day and a half, with only a couple of squirts released, hydrating like mad. Her bum, and what might soon trickle through that stretched fabric, was transfixing from behind. Jo was moaning and mumbling to herself, nearly psychotic with desperation when Tanya emerged from the bathroom. “I just barely made it,” she said. She was smiling from eyes to mouth, her shoulders had released their tension, but she was still almost jumping with excitement. Must be hard, denying yourself both urinary and sexual relief for so long. “Such a relief. Oh my god, you’re still holding on?” She added, directed at Jo. “Um,” Jo mumbled. She shuffled over to the kitchen table and sat down on a chair, crossing her legs and hunched over. Tanya walked over and poured a glass of water from the sink. The sound made Jo wince. Tanya put down the glass in front of Jo. “If you’re not going to give in, might as well hurry things along,” Jo said. By now, our tone and shared experience had become very intimate and sexually charged, which is probably why she added, “I’m so horny right now, I just need this to end so I can fuck Ryan. And possibly you, if you’re up for it.” Jo’s eyes lit up for a moment at that offer. She tried to reach for the glass, but immediately had to return her hands to her lap. “Would it be okay if I held the glass to your mouth?” I offered. She nodded. So I gently poured the water down her throat, slowly. Her squirming intensified. I don’t know if it was the physical liquid entering her system or the psychological knowledge of it that did it, but it seemed she was one step closer to her breaking point. It would still be a while before the liquid made its way to her bladder, but the damage was already done. The tension in the room was palpable. All eyes, even Jo’s, were on her lap. Five minutes after she finished her water, she yelped, bent over, and her eyes glazed over. When she regained her composure, we could all see that a tiny leak had trickled down her leg. It wasn’t much, just a thin streak down halfway to her knee on one of her inner thighs, but she was clearly losing the struggle. Nobody commented on it—it was known to all, and nothing needed to be said. Jo got up off the chair with some effort and began potty-dancing in place again. “Come on, Jo, you’re already wetting yourself. Just give in,” I said. “Go to the toilet like a grown woman, or piss your pants like a little girl, but for heaven’s sake, just go.” It seemed like Jo was a leaker, not a big releaser. And for every little leak, she gained some temporary relief, which gave her some temporary confidence. “I told you, you don’t need to parent me,” she said. “I’m a grown woman and I will go to the toilet when I feel like it.” As she was saying this, she was grabbing her crotch like a six-year-old girl too shy to ask for a hall pass in class. Tanya, horny beyond belief, made a grab for one of Jo’s hands, the one that was temporarily not holding her crotch. “Come on then, baby, let’s go to bed. You can sleep in mommy and daddy’s bed tonight.” Tanya was clearly enjoying the role reversal. Maybe a bit too much. “Don’t speak to me like that!” Jo said, but she let herself be led towards our bedroom. Halfway there, she bent over, moaned, and another damp spot appeared between her legs. We continued on, Tanya whispering “comforting” words to her. I’m not sure how much comfort there was in them, to be honest. Dear online diary, T. speaking. The past weekend was incredible. We met up with a fan, and she had some amazing bladder capacity. She proved it time and again. I managed to wet the bed the first night, trying to prove I was her match, I guess. What she demonstrated the next day, however, holy shit! So hot! Okay, let me set the scene. J. is a young woman who loves holding her pee to the brink of accident, and she’s really good at it. She’s rather attractive, but I won’t reveal anything more about her to protect her privacy. She agreed to let me post this account on the condition of anonymity. So, she’d been holding it for twenty-four hours, and I’d just admitted I wet the bed like a child, after lasting nearly twenty-four hours myself, filling up on water and coffee and beer like a maniac. And she still kept going! It was incredible! Towards the middle of the day, once she passed the thirty-hour mark, she began to lose it. Up until then, her composure was impeccable. The whole first day, you’d never know she had to pee at all! But then she leaked a bit. Twice, in fact. All this was turning R. and me so much on. We even ventured into a local pub, but after one drink, we had to rush home. You see, I was desperate again, J. was looking like she might have an accident any moment, but worst of all, I had to poop. I’ve learned to love holding and wetting for my boyfriend, but #2 is a step too far. I ran to the bathroom. Yep, I almost pooped myself, all in an effort to get off on this whole desperation and wetting scenario. But I didn’t! No, I made it to the potty just in time like a big girl, and after a long tinkle and a much-needed number two, I was so, so aroused. Problem was, Jo was still holding on, just barely. She leaked a little bit again, and each time she leaked, it was as if she gained temporary superpowers. As if she could hold on forever, if she could just leak a tiny bit every now and again. But I was so horny, I needed this to end so we could finally get to the coitus! So we brought her to bed. J. told me afterwards I went a bit overboard on “baby-talking” to her at this stage. I’m so sorry, J! I was too horny to think straight. Consent is so important, kids. Never go too far in a direction your partner(s) have indicated they’re uncomfortable with, even if they never said it was a “hard no.” It’s disrespectful and bordering on illegal. I took the hint, though. I could see I was spoiling the mood for her, so I toned it down. We arranged one of those bedwetting protection mat things on the bed. R. had the idea to buy them, and they’re great for having wet fun in bed without all the annoying cleanup. You just throw them in the thrash afterwards. Anyways, she was fully dressed, her pants were damp but she was still squirming, keeping back most of the flood. We placed her between us, and each cupped one of her breasts. By this time, we’d established consent. Her nipples were rock hard, as were mine. It was my first experience with another girl. I don’t think I’m into girls in general. But the right context, the right girl? Oh, so hot! So she was there in between R. and me, moaning and clutching at herself. Clearly aroused, herself. But also consumed with the struggle between her will and her overfilled bladder. I began kissing her, and I think R. fingered her. I’m not sure, I was occupied by her squirming and her lips. So soft! After a while of this, none of us had truly gotten off, but we’d spent our energy. We all fell asleep in a huddle. A couple of hours later, J. woke us both up. “Take me to the potty,” she pleaded. There was a circular wet patch beneath her ass, about the size of a soccer ball, but her bladder was still bulging dangerously above the waistband of her jeans. The damage to her pants was contained to her immediate crotch area, and a small trickle down her inner thigh. I’m telling you, this girl’s capacity is incredible! R. took her free hand. J.’s other hand was clutching between her legs. He led her towards the bathroom. She held on bravely. As soon as she saw the toilet, though, something must have broken in her brain. A brain-squirt, if you will. Pee exploded out of her. It trickled out the backside of her jeans, down both legs, soaking into the denim. It pooled around her feet, soaking into her socks, which she’d forgotten to remove in the chaos. The pee was entirely clear, not a trace of yellow in it. By the end, half our little bathroom’s tiles were wet, and I forgot to time her, but she must have kept going for three minutes. After that, J. let R. undress her, and we all got in the shower and finally got off. It was cramped, but damn if it wasn’t hot!
Here's a short one: Jenny sat on the couch to watch Netflix and eat some pizza rolls she had warmed up for a quick lunch. Though she was on winter break, she still had a little homework to do, so she decided on one episode while she ate then homework. As she finished her rolls, Megan came in from the garage. "You're home early." Jenny said in pleasant surprise. "Yep, they gave us a half day at the office today, and we get another half day tomorrow for the holidays." Megan replied. "Oh, that's nice of them!" Jenny smiled as she stood up to hug and kiss her girlfriend. Megan dropped her bag, took her coat off and tossed it on the floor. Before Jenny could get her arms around Megan, she was unfastening her belt and work pants.  "I have to pee really bad." she said as she hastily removed her shoes and pants and pulled her panties to her knees. Then she squatted and peed directly onto the carpet. Jenny watched with mild arousal as a powerful stream splattered on the carpet beneath Megan. Urine rushed in all directions creating a large wet spot that enveloped her feet. Megan sighed lightly with relief as her stream began to slow. Before she was completely finished she stood up and pulled up her panties. The crotch quickly became quite wet and a small amount of pee trickled to the floor for no more than a couple of seconds before waning to dribbles. She squeezed her bladder and got one last spurt out. It went a little sideways and ended up running down her leg. "Ah, that's better!" she exclaimed. She stepped out of the wet spot to reveal two small dry spots where her feet had been. She picked up her stuff and headed toward the bedroom. A minute later, Megan emerged from the bedroom wearing only a t-shirt and the panties she had just peed a little in. She admired her wet spot as she walked past it and joined Jenny on the couch. Jenny hadn't unpaused Netflix yet, she instead had gotten distracted with gently rubbing herself on the outside of her jeans while replaying in her head what Megan had just done. Megan winked at her and then began to rub herself on the outside of her damp panties. A minute late she slid both of her hands into her panties and went into full masturbation. Jenny needed no more coaxing, she quickly unfastened her jeans and slipped her hands down her own pants. Megan turned and laid on her back on the couch, placing her head on Jenny's leg, with her legs spread. Jenny instantly saw that Megan was not wearing a bra and her hard nipples were poking through her shirt. Jenny admired Megan's sexy athletic body as Megan gently squirmed, breathed heavily and occasionally delicately moaned. Megan pulled her hands out and removed Jenny's shirt and bra, then both girls put their hands back in their own panties. Megan repositioned herself so she could lick and suck on Jenny's nipples while they played with themselves. Jenny stopped masturbating. Megan's sucking and licking pushed her right to the edge but she didn't want to climax quite yet. Her body thought differently though, and the sensation on her breast pushed her unwillingly over the edge. Her body twitched as a shock wave of pleasure exploded through her body, causing her to almost smother Megan with her boob. She put her fingers back to work at once to try to prolong and intensify her orgasm, which worked wonders. Megan continued sucking and licking despite Jenny no longer being able to sit still. As Jenny's climax began to recede, Megan's body suddenly convulsed and she began to moan loudly as she orgasmed. At some point she had removed her panties and was now squirting cum all over the couch. Megan's climax was over quickly, but she was now masturbating vigorously to try for a second one. With her eyes closed and her teeth biting her lip, the second one came quickly. She moaned even louder this time and again squirted cum all over the couch. Her second orgasm lasted quite a bit longer, long enough to make Jenny slightly envious. Jenny considered going again to try for another orgasm, but was already trying to relax enough to release her full bladder into her pants and the couch cushion. Megan stretched her legs out over the mess she had made on the couch and closed her eyes, still laying on Jenny's leg. Jenny put her arm across her lover's chest, just below her breasts. A slight smile came over Megan's face momentarily, then she said "You can continue watching your show now. I might just take a nap right here." Jenny smiled slightly, then picked up the remote off the arm of the couch. She paused before hitting play. She had finally relaxed enough and a slow, hot trickle was forming in her crotch. She waited patiently for it to slowly pick up to a full stream. "You're a naughty girl!" Megan said in a flirty tone when she heard the faint hissing from Jenny's crotch. "You're one to talk!" Jenny retorted, also in a flirty tone. Megan just smiled, raised her eyebrows slightly and cocked her head to the side, almost as if to say "Yeah, all well." There was a gentle trickling noise as Jenny's pee ran off the front of the couch and pooled on the carpet. Once Jenny was finished she turned the volume down on the TV so Megan could nap and then played her show. Her jeans remained unfastened until she got up to do homework three episodes later.
Chpt. 4 - A Few More Firsts     So there I sat, in my room, approaching a 7/10 need to go. According to my rules, I could go now and let some out. But again, that’s no fun. This was my first fill up with plans to not empty. I wanted it to be memorable.       It was fairly early in the day, plenty of people out and about. Perfect to add the added risk of somebody noticing my increasing need. I threw on an older pair of V String undies, the kind that I wouldn’t mind having to get rid of, but still cute for the time being. A white bra, light white T-shirt and dark jean skirt finished off my outfit.       It was a beautiful late Spring day as I locked my front door and set off towards the boardwalk, about 12 blocks away. The warm weather was a nice change from the bitter winter cold, and I was so happy to see all the small local shops coming back to life.       I was solidly at a 7 by the time I reached the Boardwalk. There were a few people out on the beach, but it was still a little too cold for my taste. Instead, I started at one end, and began visiting all the new shops and stores that were just moving in this year. It wasn’t too crowded yet, mostly locals and some die-hard tourists, so I was able to make my way in and out of them with relative ease.       I passed about 45 minutes this way, before an oblivious tourist bumped into, dragging me back to the reality that I was on the cusp of an 8/10. I leaned up against one of the rails and bent over slightly, allowing the wave to pass. I thought about heading home at this point, planning on making it back right about at a 9, until I turned around and saw fate had other plans for my day. Staring down at me was one of the newer casinos, having opened just a year or two ago. Now, I don’t particularly condone gambling, but I understand it’s a part of life. I rarely go, and if I do, it’s with friends and only with money I was going to waste on frivilous shopping anyway. However, on this particular occasion, I was quite excited to give it a try.       I’d played Blackjack a handful of times before  I wouldn’t say I’m any good at it, but I at least understood the rules. I sat down and put a twenty out for the dealer. There was two other people already at the table, a balding older gentleman who had a stack and a half of chips in front of him (either he’d been sitting there WAY too long, or sat down with WAY to much) and a woman who struck me as a middle aged mother.      A dozen or so hands passed as I focused on remembering how to play when finally started settling in  I also had two major realizations then.  The first being that I was doing well at playing. Really well actually, only having lost 1 hand since I sat down. That kind of luck NEVER happens. The other was that my 8 was creeping towards a 9/10 far faster than I originally anticipated. I was starting to shift back and forth in my seat with greater frequency, and my hand had found its way to my crotch under the table. I decided Rule 1 needed an amendment. Rule 1A - nobody can know about any of this. Ever Rule 1B - Discreetness. Holding with my hand and potty dancing are perfectly fine, as long as it’s as discreet as possible.       A few more hands, and a few more wins, my twenty had turned into forty, then sixty, now I was closing in on a cool hundred. I’d never NEVER won like this. And neither had the other two at the table based on the way we were all cheering and celebrating each hand. A cocktail waitress made her rounds by our table, and of course I couldn’t be the only one to not get anything, especially when we were winning so much. I ordered a tea, despite my growing need.        I was now solidly in 9 territory, my hand tugging at my skirt and I no longer maintained the ability to sit still. I’d never been this desperate in public before. I wasn’t sure I could even stand without losing some, let alone get to the bathroom, which I didn’t even know where it was. Maybe I was pushing myself a little too far, being so new to the hobby.       My tea arrived, I tipped the waitress, and cautiously took a sip. I casually asked the dealer where the nearest restroom was, trying to play it off as a mild inquiry for future reference. My luck held as he pointed right behind me, maybe 15 yards across the playing floor.     3 hands later, it was time for the deck to be shuffled, and time for me to go, with great haste.  I asked the dealer to put a holder on my spot, I was just going to use the restroom quickly. He rolled his eyes in a way that made me question if he knew what I was up to, but I didn’t have the time to ask or care. My 9 was approaching a 10 as I felt an unfamiliar and ultimately worrying sensation - a short, warm, fast squirt found its way into my undies as I stood up. I couldn’t remember the last time I leaked, maybe as a child, maybe never? It didn’t matter. I just had, and there was quite a bit more where that came from.       I half walked, half hobbled the distance to the bathroom, leaking not once, not twice, but three more times. I could feel them run down my leg. No matter what though, I was following Rule 1A, and didn’t bend over, didn’t hold myself, didn’t do anything that would draw any undue attention myself. I just kept walking at as steady a pace as I could, no matter how badly I wanted to run.      At the door, I nearly cried as there was a line of two women in front of me. Options limited, time dwindling, I had to make something happen, and happen fast.
Chpt. 7 - Coming into my Own ... And it felt amazing, and terrifying, and relieving, and embarrassing, and sensual, and sexual, and the best and worst thing to ever happen simultaneously to anyone ever! I couldn’t believe how losing control like that could make me feel so much all the same time. I reminded myself towards the end of my massive spirts that no matter how badly I wanted to squeeze every single last drop out, and had to keep some in the tank. I ended up cutting all flow at about a 2.  That was about 3 weeks ago and while I’m so glad it happened, I also learned and realized a few things. The most important of which being I was running too fast, too soon. By that, I mean that I went all out and pushed my limits passed what was safe or even realistic.  Since then, I’ve settled into a more consistent daily schedule during the week days that ultimately complies with all my rules, and does actually push me somewhat. The weekends, well, we’ll talk about those a little later ;P 0700 - wake up at about a 7 or 8. Get up, eat breakfast, stretch a little. Usually hit a solid 8, maybe just touching on a 9. I won’t, however let myself get to the point of leaking at this time of day. Even if I have to hold myself and take flying leaps down the hall from the kitchen to the bathroom, I will not moisten my undies this early.  0800 - shower. First wee of the day takes place at this time. Sometimes it’s mid shower, sometimes, before I’m even able to turn the water on, and sometimes, if I’m in the mood or just not totally bursting, at the very end. But always in the shower, never the toilet for my morning go. 2A and 2B - if I’m already using water, make the most of it. I usually cut my stream off somewhere around a 4, maybe a 5 if I’m feeling a little edgy. Enough so I feel it as I’m leaving the house. 0900 - 1100 - First class of the day, first set of kegels (I’ve taken up practicing my kegel exercises in an effort to cut back on leaks and ultimately increase both bladder strength and capacity. I also really like the feeling of focusing down there in a totally public setting like mid class or in line for the bank. It feels like I’m getting away with something) of the day, and first 500 mL’s of water of the day (I’ve also taken to bringing 2, 1 Liter bottles of water with me, one frozen to last later into the day, and one cold with lemon slices). During the class I’ll usually jump up to about a 5 or 6. 1100 - out of class and straight to the library to knock out some homework. The neat thing about my friend group is there’s at least one of us at the library pretty much all day long at the same table. It’s nice having essentially a reserved table to study / write at and a chance to spend some time with friends, even if most of it is spent reading. It’s the company that’s nice.  Noon - lunch with a cohort from my program. We brown bag and meet on the more communal floor of the library, a floor down from my friends’ table. Second set of kegels, second 500 of water, and usually hitting the magical 7/10 where I could allow myself to go if the situation called for it. Let’s be real though, I don’t go yet. I walk into the bathroom with my cohort, listen to her get sweet relief while I just wash my hands, and then we go eat. The first few times, she sort of called me out, asking if I needed to go, or why I wasn’t going. I had to lie and say something like I go when I get to the library, or I like to go right before my next class so I’m not distracted. She eventually stopped asking and I got to stop lying, but it also meant I couldn’t fidget, or make any unnatural or stiff movements while in her presence, or she’d be on to me.  1300 - 1430 - second class of the day, third set of kegels, third, very chilly half liter of water, and a quite stuffed lower belly at around an 8. By the end of this class, it’s time to before I get caught off guard by something on campus and end up a little on the leaky / embarrassed side.  1500 - I’m a Junior this year, which means I know my way around campus quite well. Not just the main campus, but areas a little more off the beaten path thanks to some nights with good friends, and cold drinks which sometimes led to some exploring. One night in particular, during my sophomore year, a friend of mine who was a Senior and I went drunkenly exploring campus and stumbled upon what I would forget about until just recently. Upon entering the library, most students go upstairs to one of the many reference or study floors. However, on this night, we went downstairs. Passed the aging reference floor and down to the “forbidden” floor, meant only for Doctoral professors, and books that were literally falling apart from age, but have long since ceased remaining in print. Too fragile to actually use, though to old and valuable to toss away. Anyway, almost everyone avoided this floor except for the occasional random Freshman hookup. On that night though, my friend and I were determined to find something interesting. Well, we did. At the very far corner, past where most of the overhead lights had burned out and no one bothered to replace them, was a narrow, dusty stairway leading down another floor. Naturally, we took it and found a short hallway with a makeshift wall blocking off further exploration. We did find one room, on the left hand side. Of everything it could be, it turned out to be a 2 stall, one sink, ANCIENT bathroom. The school was built in the mid 1800’s, and it looked like this particular section was either built or remodeled some time around the 1920’s. Both toilets were the old fashioned kind with the tank mounted high on the wall and a pull chain to flush. Neither stall had a door. The first stall looked in relatively decent condition while second had seen far better days. Both she and I took turns christening our find that night. I’d mostly forgotten about it, but looking back, either she was also into holding, or was very close to making a sprint to go somewhere as she didn’t hesitate one second after the initial awe of our find wore off to drop shorts and let loose, hovering since there was a layer of dust on the seat. Of course, there was no TP so we had to drip dry. In front of each other as the room was small and there weren’t any stall doors. Talk about getting to really know someone in a hurry. In recent times though, I’ve begun utilizing our find from that night as my own, personal, on-campus bathroom. I even brought my own TP and towel. I gave the first stall a thorough cleaning last week and keep a bag with a spare pair of old undies and jeans in the second stall, just in case. If I’m having a bit of a desperate day where I’m more towards a 9 after class, I’ll even allow myself to potty dance a bit in there since its essentially my own bathroom.  Overall, I’m quite happy with it, other than there’s no lock on the main door, so anyone could in theory find me in a rather compromising situation.  1530 - 1830 - with my daily on campus trip to my personal bathroom accomplished and my bladder back down to about a 4, I go to my tutoring job in the student center where I help Freshmen with basic gross anatomy while my own anatomy practices my fourth set of kegels, consumes my last half liter of water, and feels my bladder fill back up to at least a 6.  1900 - 2200 - Finally back home, I have dinner, catch up on my shows, allow myself to embrace my growing desperation by holding myself openly, and usually under my pants, and get ready for bed.  2230 - there’s almost never anyone out in my neighborhood out at this time of night, which means I get to go out (while still holding myself) find a nice tree or flower in my yard, and pop a squat to water them. Never the same within a week to avoid too much ammonia buildup on the roots.  I’m not worried about someone catching me while I’m going. Bladders fill up and sometimes you just have to go when you have to go. That would easy enough to explain off. I’m worried someone will catch me during the several minutes afterwards, when I remain squatted and free for all the world to see, air drying with a still half full bladder. That might be fairly difficult to explain.  So now you know all about my new daily routine. My 4 sets of kegels, 3 wees, and 2 liters of water. Of course that doesn’t leave much room for experimenting or pushing boundaries. That’s what the weekends are for :)
Chpt. 8 - Weekends I’ve always been a fan of spreading my classes out as much as possible, so that means Saturday and summer classes for me.  My Saturday morning is pretty similar to my weekdays; except my only class of the day starts at 11:00, so I have a little more time in the morning to really push my bladder. Unlike my weekday mornings, I’ll let myself leak, just a little. I’m going to change my undies anyway and I have time to clean up any larger than anticipated spurts.  I usually get to campus at a 5 or so, around 9:30 and head straight to the library to knock out some homework. I also strive to get down my first half liter of the day, really put the pressure on nice and early.  First and only class of Saturdays is from 11:00 to 12:30, and it’s a super easy “filler” class so I focus more on getting down my second 500 mL and rocking my first, second and sometimes THIRD set of kegels. By the end of class, that first liter is doing its job and I’ll usually walk out at at least a 7.  I head straight back to the library, A) to finish some homework, and B) so I’m close to my special bathroom in the basement.  This last Saturday though, I found myself in a very unusual and slightly uncomfortable situation. I was sitting at a table, my laptop and a notebook out in front of me. None of my friends have class on Saturday so I’m usually at a table by myself somewhere near the back corner, by the office, and of course, the main bathrooms on that floor. I didn’t pick this table because of that, it’s just the farthest from the elevators and subsequent noise. It is interesting, however, to watch as every so often someone speed walks their way over towards relief, passing right by me. Since you can’t leave your laptop or anything unattended for risk of getting it stolen, most people have a friend stay at their table while they head off to the loo. However, on Saturdays, most people are alone, like me, so their choice is pack everything up and lug it with them just for a wee, or hold it. I guess you could say, everyone is into holding on Saturdays.  Well, on this day, I was engrossed in a paper I was writing for biomecular anatomy, and making quick work of my third half liter. Surprisingly, I was still only at a 7. Maybe my bladder was starting to actually stretch out.  Anyway, I hadn’t paid much attention as a girl maybe a year or two younger than me took the awkward half run to the bathroom behind me as so many had before her. I did start to take notice as she walked back passed me heading towards the elevators with similar speed mere seconds later. Weird.  I turned my attention back to the paragraph at hand and took another gulp of my water, leaving just a sip or two left in my third 500 mL. I was FINALLY crossing the 8/10 threshold and needed to start considering when I’d make my voyage downstairs. I still had a decent amount of time left though. And it’s not like I’d have to wait in line or anything.  Maybe five minutes later, my attention abruptly snapped away from my paper as the same girl that passed me earlier twice, passed me towards the bathroom again. Quite aggressively this time. Welp, since my focus was now all but gone and my barely an 8  bladder was quickly migrating towards a solid 8, I started to pack up all my things as I caught the same girl out of the corner of my eye, rushing into the office. What was happening?  With my things packed, I decided to take a little field trip to the bathrooms in the hall behind my table. Sure enough, I found a note on the women’s restroom door that read, closed for cleaning. Just for my own interest, I pulled at the handle, and it was indeed, locked. Because I’m me, and I need to know these things, I tried the men’s bathroom and found it open, but in much greater need of both repairs, as the stalls were missing both a door and wall, and cleaning as it was just plain disgusting.  Curiosity satisfied, I turned and was just rounding the corner of the hallway back out into the main area when I quite literally ran into the girl from earlier who was turning the corner back towards the bathrooms.  “I’m so sorry!” She said a little loudly and quickly. She didn’t wait for a response though as she ran passed me, back to the bathroom door where she pulled at it without success, swore loudly, and proceeded to bend over and cram not one, but both her hands deeply into her crotch.  “It’s locked,” I said, feeling bad for her. “ Try the one on the second floor?”  “Already tried,” she answered,  not looking up. “It’s a single occupant and there’s some girl puking in there.” ”I just asked in the office if I could use the staff restroom on the first floor but, big shock, she said no,” the girl continued on.  I legitimately felt bad for her at this point. “Maybe try the sciences building? It’s right across the street,” I offered.  For the first time, she looked at me and I immediately saw the panic and embarrassment on her face.  “ I’m not going to make it that long,” She confided softly. Then, more loudly, “I literally feel like I could wet myself at any second and I’m a Freshman and that’s so embarrassing, but I can’t hold it anymore and I don’t know what to do!”  Rule 1A, I reminded myself. No one can know. Mind your own business. But then I thought back to the pregnant woman on my first day of holding, at the casino. And now I looked at this Freshman in front of me and decided to make another amendment to my rules. A “use my power for good” sort of moment.  Rule 1C - I may assist those that find themselves truly at a 9 or 10 around me in any way I see fit at the time, even if that means exposing my own holding / plans.  “There is one more bathroom in here, all the way in the basement,” I said slowly, still unsure if I was making the right decision.  “Where!??” She asked without hesitation.  “Follow me,” I said and took off towards the elevator at a good clip. While this girl was certainly far more desperate than myself, I was still in no safe condition of my own, heading towards an upper 8.  In the elevator, the girl could not stop grasping at herself and wiggling about. She apologized which I found strange. Why do people feel the need to apologize when they need to take care of a perfectly normal body function? I took the opportunity to give myself a quick squeeze since she was distracted and no one else was around. I was filling up quite a bit faster than normal.  We reached the basement floor, and I practically ran across the floor, turning to wait for her at the stairwell as she could only manage a few steps at a time before stopping and fiercely holding herself, one hand delving into her already unbuttoned jeans to hold herself more directly. Societal norms and modesty be darned at this point.  She followed me down the stairs and into my bathroom where she practically leapt on to the toilet, attempting, and failing to properly pull down her jeans and undies first.  As in my past, I stood there, not directly watching, but certainly intrigued by situation unfolding in front of me as the room was still small, and there was still no stall door.  There was, however a fresh roll of TP this time. Compliments of me and mostly meant for myself.  She actually only went for a surprisingly short amount of time given how desperate she appeared, before standing up. I must have given her a quizzical look as she said “I hope you don’t mind waiting a little longer, I’ve still got quite a bit left” before she pulled down her wet jeans and undies, and proceeded to sit back down on the toilet, unleashing an absolute torrent.  “I...” I started, caught off guard. How did she know I needed to go? Was I being obvious? Well, there’s rule 1A broken. Again.  “I don’t need to go,” I lied, hoping she’d buy it. I certainly needed to, but in this case, it was more important to keep my need to myself. I could always come back down later, or just leave campus soon and hold it until I got home.  She looked at me oddly for a second before she declared “sure you do! You were coming from the bathrooms upstairs and held yourself in the elevator coming down. Look at me!” She motioned towards herself, an absolute fountain still gushing out of her. “No use lying at this point”.  For someone on the verge of wetting herself, she had paid an awful lot of attention to her surroundings. “No really, I’m good,” I continued. “I was filling up my water bottle upstairs and I was just adjusting my phone in my pocket in the elevator”. That was the best I could come up with. Now to see if she believed me.  To my surprise, a big smile spread across her face. “You’re into holding, too?”  Edited February 19, 2019 by Xx4evRockerxX Spelling (see edit history)
Chpt. 9 - Between Then and Later Monday Morning. Just before 4 AM. Too late to fall asleep. Too early to start the day. The world around me is silent with peace. I, however, have had my world flipped sideways.  I rolled over in bed again, becoming an expert in tossing and turning. My mostly naked self searching for a cool side of the bed. My bladder reminded me of its presence, as well as my neglect. I ignored it.  My single article of clothing consisted of valuepack undies - the kind you get as an afterthought while actually shopping for something else. They come 4 for five bucks, in multicolor. Today’s choice was lime green. They were ugly, but damn, they’re comfy.  I couldn’t see it in the dull morning light, but written across the palm of my hand, in red permanent marker was a phone number. A phone number that belonged to a girl I had met less than 48 hours ago. A girl who I though I was helping. A girl who is actually about to help me. And a girl who is one of the main reasons I find myself awake at this time, smiling like an idiot from time to time staring at my palm.  This past Saturday, less than two days ago, I found myself struggling to answer a simple question. It was just 4 words in total, but it might as well have been the SAT. “You’re into holding, too?” The girl asked, her momentous stream FINALLY starting to trickle off. I didn’t know what to say. I could try to lie again, but that might make her dig harder. I could tell her the truth, but that broke my rules. Big time. Not to mention being flat out embarrassing.  Fortunately, she didn’t make me answer. She answered for me, “It’s okay. Your secret is safe with me. I know your secret, you know mine. We’re good.” Her secret? What secret? “Your secret that you wet yourself a little?” I asked. She looked down at her soaked jeans and undies, then said “my secret that I wet myself. On purpose.” ”What??” I couldn’t believe it. Why? What? I.... what?  “It’s Saturday. A play day! I was trying to push some limits, test my boundaries. It got a little worse than I thought it would, but that’s why they call it experimenting. You can’t tell me you’ve never had a hold not go exactly as you had planned?”  Remembering my casino accident not long ago, I had to agree.  Taking a single square of my TP to clean herself, she stood up, stepped out of her wet jeans and undies, and offered the toilet to me. I paused for a moment before she answered, “Given how much water I’ve drank today, that wee that just came out of me is probably cleaner than the water that’s been sitting in the toilet. It’s not much, and I know it’s not going to save the planet, but minimal TP and not flushing on crystal clear wees make me feel like I’m doing my part. A small part, but something, nonetheless.”  She made sense, and it fit nicely into my rules so I shrugged and took my place on my throne. I hadn’t realized it, but I was dangerously into 9/10 territory as my bladder squeezed hard as soon as I sat down.  While I was busily reining my bladder back under control, my acquaintance washed her jeans and I presume her undies in the sink, brought them over to the second, broken stall to hang them up on a makeshift clothesline I had put in there last week, and took my spare undies and jeans. Fortunately for her, we’re just about the same size. Unfortunately for her, they’re older, unflattering undies, unlike the name brand, lace embroidered kind she was leaving behind.  I got down to about a 6/10 and decided that was good enough given that the girl started talking to me again. “How long have you been practicing? I realized I liked holding when I was just hitting puberty. What an awkward time that was all the way around. What’s your max volume? Mine is about 1800 measured, but I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten up to a full 2 liters once when I was in public and couldn’t measure. My average is around 800. What kinds of holds are you in to?” She rapid fire asked and answered some.  “I just kind of figured it out last month,” I sheepishly answered. “I don’t really have a max hold either”. ”YES! A new member to the community!” She cheered. “So you just haven’t measured yet?  No worries, we can take care of that...” ”No,” I cut her off. “I don’t know my volume because I don’t empty my bladder”.  She looked completely fascinated and a little confused. “Walk me through that one? I literally just saw you desperate, and then go” ”Sure, I really needed to go, and I went, but I stop early. I have a set of rules for how badly I need to go versus when I’ll allow myself to go, and I always stop my stream early. I started holding a few weeks ago and haven’t had an empty bladder since.” I explained.  “So you’re telling me, that right now, after you just went, you still have a little left?” ”you said you got into holding a few years ago? So you’re familiar with the 1-10 scale?” I asked. She laughed a little. “Everybody has their own slight variations, but yes, I’m familiar and they’re all pretty much the same concept”. ”Well, I can’t go until I’m at least at a 7/10, I can only let go to no lower than a 3/10, and right now I’m sloshing around at about a 5/10.” I answered, slightly lying about my need. I was at a solid 6, but she didn’t need to know that.  “That’s amazing!” She said. “I think we could learn a lot from each other” “I have another friend on campus who I think you should meet. Collectively, we could really learn a lot, and have some real fun,” she continued with a slight smile that gave me both nervous and excited butterflies.  “Who?” I asked.  She geabbed my hand and a red marker out of my bag before writing her phone number across my palm. “My roommate leaves for the weekend on Friday at noon. Hit me up. My name’s Sarah.” And with that, she walked out of my bathroom. Before the door shut, while she was still close, she called back, “Too many secrets too quickly make for a dull relationship,” to answer my “who” question. I guess I’d find out on Friday afternoon.  So that’s the scene that’s been replaying in my mind, keeping me awake all night into Sunday. Mid morning on Sunday, I got my second bit of info that has contributed to keeping me awake and overthinking into this morning.  I received an email from my practical application professor saying that on Monday morning, THIS MORNING, instead of text book and in class work, we would finally be going into the simulation lab to practice hands on skills. Awesome! Except for the second paragraph of that email that went on to say we would be starting with none other than the bedpan... How could they expect me to practice assisting someone with a bedpan when I probably needed it worse than they did. And how does one actually go in a bedpan? Like, how does it work exactly? And how would I handle holding during all that moving around? So far I’ve really only held while in class.  It was setting up to be an interesting week, to say the least.
Chpt. 10 - Surprises  “Honestly, it’s not that hard,” my new holding friend Sarah said, referring to my question about learning how to wee standing up.  We were both sitting on her bed in her dorm room, her roommate having left for the weekend already, as anticipated. We were about a bottle of water deep each, cracking open the second while we waited for her other holding friend to arrive.  “Walk me through it?” I asked.  “Sure! Basically, the most important things to remember are to give a big, strong push right at the beginning to avoid the start-up dribble, and again at the end so there’s no last leaks. And it’s super important to spread yourself open as much as possible. Otherwise, it’s mostly just a lot of practice. I started in the shower, everyday with the water running for a while, then started trying with the water off so I could really see what I needed to work on, then eventually tried my toilet.”  “That’s amazing,” I oogled. Obviously it was something I was going to have to try during my 8 AM morning wee which I was already taking in the shower.  “We sat in silence for a moment, each taking another sip before I asked, “When’s your friend supposed to join us?” “I think he gets out of class at 4, so probably like 10 minutes after,” she answered.  “He...?” I asked, taken aback.  “Yeah, his name’s Trevor.” She answered, nonchalantly.  “Trevor...?” I asked, still stuck on the “he” factor. “You’re holding buddy is a guy?”  “Yeah. We started out as just friends in middle school and then through a series of holding related incidents in high school, well, we became holding buddies. And now we’re here.”  “Holding related incidents?” I asked, intrigued.  “There was a couple of small incidents, but the big one when everything changed was in high school. It was Senior year. We’d both recently turned 18 and were getting ready for graduation. We were working on a project for school, History I think, at his house and both of us happened to decide to do a hold that day. Well, it was a long project, not just the typical couple slide presentation. I think it was for a final grade for the entire class. Super important. Anyway, I arrived at his house already at a 6, and he apparently started the day around the same. The first two or three hours went by pretty uneventfully. We mostly just worked on the project and talked. He even snagged a pair of beers from his dad’s mini fridge for us. Shortly after, I was getting up into an 8 or 9. I really had to go. And I didn’t have the capacity back then that I do now. I was so caught up in trying not to show how bad I had to go, that I didn’t even notice the short, jerky movements coming from my partner. As we kept working, I finally lost my first dribble. That’s all it was, just a dribble. Not even enough to show through my jeans. But it was a dribble nonetheless. My first dribble in front of someone else. My first dribble in front of a boy.  I had hoped to be able to hold it until I got back home, but that wasn’t a choice anymore. No matter how embarrassing it was, I asked him where his bathroom was. “I, um... I, uh... I was actually just about to go myself,” He admitted.  “Let me go first first?” I pleaded. Then added “I am your guest, after all.” In an attempt to sound more playful than desperate.  Begrudgingly, he told me it was second door on the left in the hallway. I nodded and made as graceful a getaway as I could, leaking the tiniest amount more in the process. I made a beeline straight to the second door on the left, barely closing the door behind me.  “So you lost a few drops, maybe had slightly wet panties for the rest of the afternoon. I just watched you purposefully almost flood yourself in public the other day. That can’t be the end of the story,” I said. “You made it and that’s it?” “That’s not the end of the story,” Sarah answered. “I don’t know if he heard me me start and that’s what triggered it, or if he was that desperate all along, but almost as soon as my stream hit the water, there was a knock on the door. It was Trevor, of course. “Sarah? Can you hurry please?”  “Trevor, I literally just got in here!” Wait a minute!” I called out, still in pure bliss of my relief.  “Sarah! I... I ummm... Sarah, I’m gonna wet myself if you don’t let me in right now...” I could hear the embarrassment and desperation in his voice. I felt so bad. Even though I had leaked and was at a 9+, I probably could have held on for a few more minutes and let him go first. From the sound of things, he was at a 10, the point of no return.  I didn’t know what he was gonna do. I was on the toilet, actively going for the immediate future. I could have maybe tried to cut my flow and let him go and then continue after. I don’t know. But I felt bad, so I answered, “come in.” The door immediately burst open to Trevor, standing there grabbing himself with every last ounce of willpower he had left. “Sarah!” He begged.  I thought about telling him to just go in the sink, but that’s pretty gross. I thought about telling him just to wait, but I don’t really think that was an option. I even thought briefly about telling him just to wet himself, but he had already embarrassed enough.  “Sarah...? What did you do?” I asked both wildly intrigued and slightly scared for what kind of answer I was about to hear.  “Well, I did the only reasonable and courteous thing I could think of in the moment that would allow me to keep going and him not to have to either do something gross, or wet himself,” She teased. “I spread my legs, and told him to go ahead.” “SARAH!” I eeked. “That’s... I.. Sarah!”  “What else was I supposed to do? There was no other bathroom in the house and he was quickly running out of options. What would you have done?” I thought about it it for a few moments before conceding, “I guess that makes sense. It was quick thinking.” “Unfortunately,” She continued, “spreading my legs made my stream both a little stronger, and a LOT louder. I hadn’t expected that so I clamped down and shoved my hand down there to stem the flow for a second. He hobbled over as best he could but I could tell he was losing this losing battle. He was already going quite forcefully by the time he got it out. A little got on my leg, but it actually wasn’t too much. He had surprisingly decent aim. And we were both lost in the bliss of relief for the first few seconds, streams crossing and creating one mighty waterfall.” “It had been on my holding bucket list since, like day one, crossing streams with someone. I just never thought it would happen so soon or quite so urgently. After the immediate sense of inner peace resides, and our bladders were now just emptying the rest, we kind of both just stared down at what was happening. It was... I don’t know. It was weird, but exciting, but embarrassing, but amazing all at the same time. I didn’t really know what to feel. And I didn’t know how he was feeling about it.” “We both finished, me first obviously, since I started first and didn’t have to go as badly to begin with. That was the only time during the entire time I actually felt really out of place. I mean, I was done and empty, just sitting there now while he kept going between my open legs. I kinda felt a little trapped. Fortunately he finished up pretty shortly after, so it wasn’t too bad.” He silently walked out to go get changed, while I cleaned up myself in the bathroom. My red silk undies were a lost cause. I had dribbled a lot more than I thought I had. It’s surprising it didn’t show through my jeans.” “I was feeling a little mischievous after our little event, so I pulled them off and left him a little parting gift, to remember that day by. Needless to say, the project didn’t get finished that day. I called goodbye to him and left while he was still hidden in his room from embarrassment.” “Wow,” was all I could say after hearing Sarah’s story.  “Yupp,” she answered simply. “He actually called me the next day to apologize and we talked about it for a while before we both admitted to each other we were into holding. So that’s when we officially became holding buddies.” “Now,” She started, turning her attention back to me. “He is still a guy. And consent is everything. So while he’s my holding buddy, that doesn’t mean he has to be yours. If you’re not okay with a male being a part of this, I’ll call him right now and tell him not to come. No judgement. He’s actually usually the one bugging me about consent, so he’ll completely understand.” I thought about it. I mean I really thought about it. Was I okay holding with a boy? I took a few minutes to truly consider it, Sarah remaining respectfully silent the entire time. And that’s when I realized, I was okay with it. Actually, I was looking foreword to it. A new chapter in my holding story. Which was good, because just then, there was a knock at the door.
Chpt. 11 - Reservations Trevor, Sarah and I now populated her dorm room as Sarah gave Trevor a welcoming hug and introduced me.  “So?” She asked Trevor, to which he answered, “A 6, as promised.” She then turned to me and asked, “Where are you at?” I quickly answered, “About a 7, maybe an early 8”. “Perfect!” She gleefully said, suggesting she too had a reasonably filled bladder. “Alright you guys, the reservation’s at 5:30 so we should probably start getting ready now.” “Trevor nodded and jumped onto Sarah’s roommate’s bed. “Ready.” He said, pulling out his phone to play on. Guys.  “What reservation? We’re going out?” I asked, just hearing about all this for the first time.  “Of course, silly,” Sarah answered, rolling her eyes. “You didn’t think we were just going to sit around here all night and do a whole lot of nothing. That wouldn’t be any fun! We’re going to Ronaldi’s for dinner, then the movie starts at 8:30.” “Dinner and a movie, I feel so loved,” I joked.  Sarah grabbed me by the hand and dragged me off to the bathroom for makeup, hair, etc. to get ready while Trevor settled in. Sarah’s dorm, while all female currently, had once been all male some 50+ years ago and had never been renovated. That meant there was a row of urinals directly across from the 4 stalls, and a row of showers just beyond a portioning wall. Each of the urinals had been decorated with varying designs of paint and fake flowers, beads, and other random arts and crafts materials. All except for the last at the far end of the row.  “What’s wrong with that one?” I asked, having never actually seen a male urinal in person. They kinda looked weird to be honest.  “That’s the only one that works,” Sarah answered. “Sometimes a guy will use it if he’s staying overnight with someone here, since there’s no designated men’s room in the building.” “And other times?” I asked, sensing more to that statement.  “And other times, someone who’s into holding might give it a try just to see what it’s like or to test something out,” she answered, implying herself.  She then promptly began to strip down right in front of me and head into the shower. “You coming?” She asked.  “I um...” I started, having never been in a community shower, let alone when someone else is in there. I had purposefully paid extra my Freshman year in the dorms to be doomed in the building with private bathrooms.  “She came back into the main room from behind the partitioned wall, grabbed my hand once again, and dragged me forward. “You wanted to learn how to wee standing up. No time like the present! And with the added bonus of a tutor!” We had this conversation less than an hour ago, during which I had planned to practice. By myself. In my own shower. On Monday. Not this afternoon in a communal shower in front of Sarah. But she was right, it probably was better to learn directly from someone who had mastered the art. And I was at an 8. I would have to go before dinner anyway.  I slowly stripped down, attempting to hide as much of myself as possible, receiving a soft giggle from Sarah who had been stark nude this entire time. As I pulled down my undies, the soft giggle turned into more of a out loud laugh. At first I was confused but then I realized why her volume had taken a turn upward.  I’m a very particular person, in case you haven’t noticed by now. That means I have a very specific way I like to do pretty much everything. That includes my fur down south.  The style depends on the season. Summer time is shaven clean. Fall is neatly trimmed, short and clean. In winter, well in winter I let my natural She-forest run wild. And then Spring is similar to Fall’s style.  Sarah had been in my library bathroom when I was going, but while I had seen her nethers, she was washing her undies in the sink while I went. I realized right then two things - A) Although it was already Spring, I had yet to bring my unruly wilds under control, and B) Sarah had yet to see how wild they truly were.  “No... No, no, no. She said, stifling another giggle. We’re fixing that right now.” “I meant to already, I just haven’t gotten the chance!” I defended, but Sarah was already on it, digging her phone out of the jeans she’d just taken off and texting Trevor. Not 30 seconds later, there was a knock at the door.  Sarah, being the free spirit that she is, flung the door wide open, exposing entirely too much skin as she grabbed a bag from Trevor and shoo’d him away again.  “Alright, into the shower with ya. We’ve got some serious work to do,” she said to me.  We spent the better part of the next twenty minutes trimming, shaping, and shaving until all that remained was a neatly trimmed landing strip.  Sarah then spread her legs wide, grabbed herself with her hand and spread her lower lips wide, and proceeded to release a thin but powerful stream directly into the drain for maybe a minute before a stop as sudden as it had started.  “You’ve now been given the instructions as well as a demonstration. You’re turn,” she said. I awkwardly took the same stance I had just seen, and spread myself open, which was a very airy but exposed feeling.  I stood in this pose for a minute. Then another minute. Then another. I was trying. I really was. And my bladder was considerably filled, so that wasn’t the issue. “Performance anxiety,” Sarah said with a smile, turning the water on. “No worries. We’ll try again”.  Even though I was now at a solid 8, I couldn’t bring myself to let a single drop out during my shower. It just didn’t feel right given my recent inability to go.  We quickly did our makeup and hair, myself in undies, Sarah still nude. It wasn’t awkward until one of the other girls from the floor came in to wee. We caught her stare for a second before heading over to the stall. Her stream hitting the water made my need jump. I tried to ever so slightly cross my legs without Sarah noticing. She did, of course as I saw an equally slight smile form while she was doing her eyes in the mirror.  A black, slim dress for myself and dark blue more ornate dress for Sarah (boldly commando), and we headed back to her room where Trevor had even gotten dressed up into a button down and slacks.  “Alright, where’s everyone at?” Sarah asked.  “A solid 7. Maybe a low 8,” Trevor offered.  “A solid 8. Maybe a low 9,” I said softly to an impressed look from Trevor.  “Good! I’m also at about a 7,” Sarah said, which surprised me given she was the only one to have let any out since Trevor arrived.  We packed a spare set of less fancy clothes for the movies, and set off for dinner.  3 reasonably filled bladders, and the whole night ahead of us. What could go wrong?
Page 3 Mr Bradley darted into the faculty washroom, fumbling with his zipper losing spurts of pee into his underwear. He managed to pull himself out before completely losing control. A strong stream splashed up against the porcelain urinial. He sighed and slumped his shoulders in relief, glad he didnt wet himself in the school! It was getting harder and harder to last through two period consecutively without using the washroom. He was going to have to figure something out or he was going to start having accidents. He was already mortified a student had already seen it happen once... He finished peeing into the urinal and zipped himself back up. Looking down he noticed a soft ball sized wet spot on his groin. He blushed when he saw “great.” He grumbled under his breath. His bag had a long strap and hung by his waist he turned it to cover the wet spot, it looked kind of funny but better than everyone seeing he had almost peed his pants. He hoped it would dry quickly so no one would notice. He walked down the halls to meet his wife, they were going to have lunch in her classroom. He entered her room and headed towards the back of her classroom where she was sitting at a work table. Her classroom had several but they always ate at the back table. “Hi honey.” She said not looking up at him, she kept scrolling though her phone. “Hello.” He sighed sitting down. He pulled his bag onto his lap and pulled out a sandwich. He took a bite, not moving his bag from his lap. “How was your morning?” He prompted. “Fine.” Was all she said while taking a bite of apple from her fruit cup. He moved his bag slightly taking a peek at his still wet pant leg “what are you doing?” She asked. “What?” He asked startled. She lifted his bag from his lap revealing his almost accident “For godsake Jim! You’re 35 years old!” She scolded frustrated with her husband. “I- I’m sorry.” Was all he could manage. It wasnt worth trying to lie she knew he was having trouble with incontinence. She rolled her eyes ignoring his apology. He ate his sandwich silently he felt so ashemed when he was scolded by her. Throught the afternoon the wet patch had dried but you could still see a stain from where he had wet. Mr Bradley did his best to remain at his desk during the afternoon classes opposed to teaching at the black board. Scarlett was disappointed he wasnt teaching at the front of the class as he usually did, she loved watching him. After everything that happened Mr Bradley had forgotten about Scarlett. He waited for the final class to clear out so that he could make his escape. One student remained he figured it was just a straggler who was slow gathering their books. He didnt take his eyes off his computer until she was standing at his desk. “Preoccupied?” She said getting his attention. “Oh, hello Scarlett.. I guess you could say that.” He said awkwardly, she had caught him slightly off guard. She walked around the desk so she could be on the same side as him. He tried not too look at her body but she was.. breathtaking. “Oh my” she reached down and ran her fingers across the stain on his thigh. He blushed when she did this “Hopefully no one else noticed..” he said. Her eyes rose to look at him “Close call?” She asked. He nodded and lowered his head ashamed of his near accident. “I’m really glad you made it. You did good.” She smiled at him. He looked up at her perplexed “Y-you are..?” He stutterered. “I wouldnt want you peeing your pants for someone else.” She blushed not taking her eyes away from his stained crotch. “Wait, for someone?” He wasnt understanding, his wife was so repulsed by his accidents, the ones she saw anyway. “I think you’re wonderful Mr Bradley... it turns me on to see you so.. vulnerable.” She spoke gently and smiled as she did so. She made him feel warm inside when she was kind to him. He rolled his chair slightly away from the desk so she could see the full damage. She came closer and examined him in awe, he watched her as she did. “Maybe you need some protection” she smirked. He blushed red “I’m not that old!” He protested. “I didnt mean it like that... I just meant so that other students wouldnt know. Maybe only id know.” She blushed and looked away. He thought about it for a moment silently. “Mrs Bradley wouldnt give you shit all the time either.” Scarlett scoffed. He looked back at her “how did you know?” He asked. “I see the way she talks to you... you shouldnt feel ashmed. I’d be happy to help you hide it, if you let me set some rules.” She proposed bitting her lip looking him in the eyes. “Rules?” He repeated. “Id be able to tell you when you could go, there would be rewards and consequences based on your choices.” She came closer so her breasts were almost touching his face. He couldnt help but reach out to touch her, she was becoming irresistible. “Mmm” she moaned as his strong hand squeezed her left breast. “So what do you think Jim, would you like to play?” She placed her hand over his. He stood up pushing her up against the wall and kissed her. She felt her panties dampen his strong arms around her. She sucked on the tip of his tongue before he pulled away and said “Please Scarlett, call me Mr Bradley.”
Page 4 “Oh.. Mr Bradley...” Scarlett moaned. Red silk blindfold tied over eyes, and tucked gently behind her ears. It matched her firey red hair. She bit her lip as he pleasured her, two fingers in her pussy and his tongue gently licking her clit. “Mmm” she moaned louder as she got closer and closer. “Scarlett what the fuck!” Her mother tossled her awake. “What!? What!?” She woke up out of a dead sleep. “It’s 1:30, get to school!” Her mother was back from her business trip early. “And clean your room its a disaster!” Her mother instructed before slamming Scarletts bedroom door. She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her eyes. There were art supplies, clothes, and textbooks scattered around the room. Scarlett was glad her mother never mentioned the empty bottle of jack daniels in her trash can, she had stayed up partying the night before. She got up and stepped over the mess to get to the mirror. She was wearing a matching black bra and lacy black panties, she squeezed her breast and turned to admire her body. “Oh Mr. Bradley you don’t know what you’re in for.” She whispered smiling to herself then pulling up a pair of ripped jeans off the floor. She quickly put on some eye liner and mascara and gathered her books. Her mother waiting by the door “Today please!” She jangled her keys and headed out the front door, Scarlett trailing behind trying to shove her foot into her vans sneaker. “I’m coming!” She called after her mother. Scarlett slung her bag around her shoulder and headed out into her moms navy BMW. Her mom looked her up and down before pulling out of the driveway. “You’re hair is such a mess Scarlett.” Her mother shook her head. “Maybe I like it a mess.” She said then looked out the window. Her stomach grumbled “Mom can we stop and get something to eat?” She watched as her mother drove past subway on their way to school. “Here” her mother handed her a bottle of water. “But im hungry...” she whined. “You should have thought about then before you slept through half the day.” Her mother was unforgiving. Scarlett scoffed and unscrewed the cap and look a drink. Her mother dropped her off, she was already late for her first afternoon class. All through class her stomach grumbled so she drank the bottle of water hoping to subside the hunger pains. Finally the bell rang and it was time for Mr. Bradleys class. She was heading straight to his class excitedly when Jake stopped her in the hall. “Hey babe where have you been?” He asked leaning on the lockers blocking her path. “My mom came back.” She said shortly. “Oh is that why you havent been texting me back?” He asked. “Yeah.. sorry.” She reached up and kisses him quickly. “Im gonna be late for english.” She went around him. He looked disappointed, she had been dodging him alot lately. If she didnt put in more effort soon he was going to start catching on. “Ill meet you after dinner!” She called back to him, which put a smile on his face. She was safe, for now. Scarlett made it to Mr. Bradley’s class right before the last bell. “Right on time Scarlett.” He smiled at her from the front of the class. Some kids chucked, everyone was already seated. Her sweater hung off her shoulder her black bra strap exposed. Mr. Bradley didnt take his eyes off her as she made her way through the class to her desk. Even with her hair half up half down she was still so beautiful. Once she was sat he began to teach the lesson. Quickly she felt her bladder beginning to fill and become uncomfortable. The only thing she had that day had been water, and whiskey the night before. She shifted in her seat, still trying to focus on her hot teacher up at the board. When he paused she raised her hand. “Yes Scarlett?” He pointed to her chalk still in hand. “May I go to the washroom?” She asked. “After the lesson.” He smirked and turned back to the board. She was shocked, he never told anyone to wait he was always such a nice man. Why would he tell her no this time? Was he trying to beat her at her own game? This wasnt happening. Scarlett fidgetted at her desk, she could feel his eyes on her. She knew he was happy watching her struggle but her bladder was strong and she knew she could make it. She crossed her legs and toughed through the class until it was finally over and they could be alone. “Would you like to be excused now?” He said as he came up to her desk. “No i’m fine, id like to keep working on my essay.” She scribbled away at her note book. “But class is over.” She could hear a tinge or worry in his voice. “You’re always offering to help students after class if need be.” She kept writing. He was getting nervous“Scarlett I cant leave you alone in here.” He leaned towards her, his hands resting on either side of her desk. “Then stay.” She winked at him. “But-“ he paused for a moment and blushed. She closed her notebook “After the lesson Mr. Bradley.” She said sternly. He swallowed “I’m sorry, I should have excused you earlier.” He wanted her out of there so he could dart to the washroom. “I think you’ve been very naughty, and naughty boys arent excused so easily.” She stood up and met his eyes. He shifted and she leaned in to kiss him passionately “Tell me how badly you need to go.” She told him. She had to pee pretty bad too but she knew she could hold on. “Please Scarlett I’ve had two cups of coffee.” He pleaded. “Thats not what I asked.” She walked around the desk and stood infront of him. He blushed “Scarlett...” he was embarrassed. “Fine, then leave me in here, ill wait.” She sat on another desk. “I cant leave you alone in here I’ll be reprimanded!” He was getting frustrated now. He was visibly squirming “All you have to tell me is how badly you need to go.” She spoke slowly to prolong his need. “Fine! I’m going to burst! Scarlett if you dont leave soon i’m going to make a puddle right there on the floor!” He was potty dancing infront of her now. She loved seeing him like this. She walked up and kissed him and grabbed his package, he whimpered when she did. “Don’t try and play me like that ever again.” She then got up and walked out of the class room. He stood stunned for a moment before grabbing his keys and rushing out of the room. He locked the door and ran down the hall towards the washrooms. She saw him running the other direction, she smiled deviously. That was too easy she thought. She had plans for Mr. Bradley.
Hello everyone, I apologize for the hiatus. I had a lot going on in my personal life recently. I am hoping to begin uploading frequently again. I’m going to try and switch back and fourth from perspectives. I really appreciate everyones support and I have a lot in store for this series. -Love always Cherry Page 5 Despite his masculine features Mr Bradley was a soft man, and he loved teaching. Unfortunately Mrs Bradley did not share his passion for teaching much less anything else. He thought that maybe he chose his wife because she kept him in line, or maybe it was out of convience that he married her but she was nothing like Scarlett. Mr Bradley was a little intimated by Scarlett and he worried about what she had planned for him... but he liked it. Deep down he loved her fearlessness and her way of telling him what do to. He liked their game despite her teasing which tormented his bladder she made him feel something he’d never felt before. He felt lust, desire, and control.. things he’d never really felt in a relationship before. He wanted more, he wanted to take it further but he’d have to figure out how. That night he lay in bed thinking of her, wether she really cared for him or is she just liked seeing him make a fool of himself. Either way she made him feel special. He fell asleep dreaming of the wild red head who had taken it upon herself to single handedly ruin his life for the better. When he arrived to his class in the morning he sat at his desk and looked around the empty classroom. He looked at the windows and the empty desks, wondering if there were a place they could play. Then he turned and saw the door in the corner, a room he had not yet entered. He stood from his chair and walked towards it. He pushed away a shelf that was blocking the way and turned the knob which was unlocked. He felt a twinge of excitement and he pushed the door open which led to an abandoned preparatory room. Inside were some chairs piled in the corner among other things like forgotten office supplies and such. It was dusty, and had no windows. “It’s perfect.” He thought. No one would see them, no one would know, and maybe he could properly pleasure her if she’d let him. He wondered if she’d lock him in there until he wet himself, I mean he could only hope. He grabbed a broom from his class and quickly cleaned up the abandoned office best he could. Before his class started he pushed the shelf back infront of the door and went back to his desk to prepare. He waited all day for that last class, the time of day where he’d finally see her, and then there she was. She wore a black dress that was entirely too short but had long sleeves, and she wore thigh high boots without any tights leaving her bare legs exposed above. Quickly he got a boner which grew harder as he watched her dress hike up as she sat. Under the privacy of his desk he quickly waist banded his erection before standing to teach. “Hello everyone, I hope that you’ve all completed your homework assignments.” He announced to the class followed by several grumbled and rufflings of binders. He walked past the desks collecting assignments and then stopped infront of Scarlett’s desk. She had no books, no pencil, and she wore no makeup which he couldnt help but admire her features for a moment before speaking. “Well Ms. Williams?” He asked. She smiled at him awkwardly before answering “I didn’t have time to complete the assignment.” She replied softly. “What we’re you doing that was so important you could not finish you homework?” He questioned, he loved teasing her. The class snickered “I was hanging out with Jake..” she said timidly. Regardless of how she acted she didnt like being put on the spot infront of everyone. She didnt think about it when she said it to him but he felt his heart sink. He knew she was with him, she knew he was married after all but he hated seeing her with him. He hated the thought of her with someone else even if it was selfish. “Well Ms Williams if you think boys are more important than your education I think you will need to stay after class for detention.” He spoke sternly and turned away from her. He tried his best to hide his hurt, it was silly of him to be jealous. Scarlett didnt say anything more. He went on teaching class as usual he reminded everyone the importance of homework for their grade just to justify his actions with Scarlett. Even though he just did it to buy some time alone together. Soon the bell rang and everyone cleared out, except Scarlett of course. Her legs were crossed and they hung out in the isle between the desks, he could see her bare legs above her boots that were tied behind her thigh. They were black to match her dress, he noticed this was a staple colour for her. “I want to show you something.” He said as he locked the class room door. She stood up and looked at him curiously as he walked over to move the shelf blocking the door. “You’re not going to kill me are you?” She joked with a smile. God he loved that smile. He proceeded to open the door leading into the abandoned room. She came close cautiously and looked inside “We could have privacy this way.” He bit his lip and watched her expression change. She paused for a moment before stepping inside. “It’s perfect.” She smiled. He smiled too excited by her approval he followed her in and closed the door. She sat a top an old desk where he came up to her and placed his hand on her soft thigh. “You’ve been eyeing up my legs all afternoon.” She stretched out one of her legs with a pointed toe. She ran the edge of her boot along the side of his leg. He could feel the hairs on the back of his next stand up, she was so sexy it was dangerous. He came closer one hand running up her leg the other caressing her cheek. She grabbed his waist and pulled him in for a kiss, he kissed her back passionately. She sucked on his bottom lip and started to undo the button on his pants. He knew it was wrong but she was 18 right? He thought to himself running his fingers through her hair. Soon she had his pants down, he had one strong hand on either of her legs and he spread them. “Here” she handed him a condom which was hidden in her bra. They were so hot and heavy he didnt even take her g-string off, there wasnt much to it anyway. He pulled it to the side and thrust his dick inside her very wet pussy. She let out a soft moan when he did this, and that was it he finally had her. Her soft moans like music to his ears, she rode him like his wife never had. Her hips rocking back and fourth on his erection and her bare ass exposed still sitting on the desk. He grunted as she dug her nails slightly into his shoulder. Soon she could feel his dick throbbing inside her as he came hard. He rested his head on her shoulder as he panted. She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back while her legs were still quivering. “Wow” was all she could muster. He pulled up his underwear which flattered him well she thought. He sat on an old office chair to rest “Was that better than Jake?” He smirked. “What do you mean?” She was take back by the question. “I mean since you’re still having sex with him.” He said defensively. “Umm last time I checked you were married Mr.Bradley.” She said half laughing. He stood and came close to her “I know we haven’t been doing this long but the sexual tension was always there... and now I know why. We have a connection I.. I really like you Scarlett.” She looked at him for a moment and smiled “I like you too Mr Bradley.” She said. “Then break up with Jake.” He said placing his hand on her leg. “Yeah, and you divorce your wife.” She was laughing now. “I’m serious Scarlett.” His expression changed and his smile fell. “I am too.” She said sliding off the desk and turning her back to him. “It’s not that easy.. but I do care about you.” He said. “Then prove it.” She turned to his arms folded. “How?” He asked, the smile on her face worried him. “I haven’t seen you go to the bathroom yet, you must have to.” She said to him. He nodded sheepishly “Then piss yourself right there. Have an accident for me. Show me how much of a good boy you are and ill consider breaking up with Jake.” She made him an offer. She watched him as he thought about it, grabbing himself off an on. His pants were still on the chair. He stood with nothing but his boxer and a shirt which he unbuttoned. She watched as he stood there, shoulders slumped, a wet mark beginning to grow on his light grey boxers. He didnt look away from her as he wet, she was the first person he knew wouldnt make fun of him. She watched as the pee streamed down his legs and made a puddle on the floor. He sighed and shivered quickly as he finished. She stared at the puddle on the floor not fully believing what he just did infront of her. “Scarlett I had an accident.” He said timidly. She came closer and kissed him grabbing his soaked package. “I can’t believe you did that.” She smiled looking down at the beautiful mess he has made. He smiled “I really care about you, and I want to be the one to make you happy.” He said earnestly. “I want to be the only one in your life too but maybe that’ll never happen for eithe of us.” She said to him you could hear the hurt in her voice. She moved away from him and turned towards the door, she tried turning the knob but it wouldnt budge. Mr Bradley felt the colour drain from his cheeks as he watched her giggle the knob. “Locked.” Was all she said.
Page 6 "Locked?" He whimpered. She starred at the door for a moment before she heard the trickling sound and splashing quietly on the floor. She turned to look at him, and she was wide eyed when she did. There he was tall, strong, and trembling pissing himself for real this time. He was having an accident right there in his already soaked boxers. His face fell into his hands as panic set in. Scarlett walked towards him and held him as she stroked his back. He fell into her arms as she consoled him, no one really ever had. "It's going to be okay.." she whispered quietly into his ear. They held each other for a long time while standing in the centre of the room, she then reached for a roll of paper towel on an old shelf. She knelt to help him get cleaned up "You don't have to-"  he said and he began reaching for her hand. "I want to." She smiled as she wiped his legs. He watched her fondly as she cleaned up the puddles he had made intentionally and the ones he made... unintentionally. There was something about the way she cared for him. It was just the way she was, firm but soft, kind but cruel, all at the same time. No matter how hard he tried he never knew what she would do next, this made him feel so alive. Once she had dried up all the urine she reached out for his underwear. He slid them off and handed them to her, then she tossed them in the trash. "What are you doing?" he asked in an alarmed tone. "Well you don't want to soaked your pant too do you?" She tossed him his pants. "I- I guess not." He said pulling up his pants. He let out a long sigh "How are we going to get out of here.. how will we explain this." He started rambling. "Shhh, It's okay don't you see. We don't have to hide we can let the world see our love!" she spun around excitedly. "What- No! I'll be fired! My Wife will-" He started visibly packing again. She stopped him with a kiss and she started laughing, hard. "What's so funny?! What if the principal finds us?" If he had anything left in his bladder she was sure he would have lost it by now. "You're too easy." she said walking towards the door turning the knob and pulling it open. He stared at her for a moment in shock, it was never locked. She had played him. "You should have seen your face." She continued laughing. "Are you crazy?!" He raised his voice to her, she had quite literally scared the piss out of him. "Crazy about you." she said with a wink before disappearing out of the room. He watched her leave and he quickly followed her slamming the door behind him and moving the shelf back. He leaned up against the wall and slid down till he was sitting on the floor. He stared at the wall for a moment trying to wrap his head around what just happened. Scarlett walked home with a smile pasted on her face, until she heard someone calling her name. She turned around to see Jake jogging towards her "There you are babe!" he said kissing her temple and wrapping his arm around her. "Jake, what's up?" she asked. "I was waiting for you after class but you never came out, I figured you had ditched." He said completely unaware of the events that had just taken place. "Oh, I had detention..." She answered vaguely. "That's shitty, I'm sorry babe." He said to her as they walked down the street further away from the school. She hoped Mr. Bradley wouldn't come out and see them together. She moved him arm from around her and held his hand, it was weird they had been together so long but now she was almost repulsed by his presence. "So are you going to hangout with me or what?" he said brushing back his hair. "My mom will freak if she comes home and you're there." She said to him, I mean it was the truth. "Always an accuse..." He said harshly. "What is that supposed to me." She stopped and pulled away from him. "You never want to do anything together anymore, you barely touch me or even look at me!" He was yelling now. They stood in the street arguing when a car drove by, and of course it was Mr. Bradley's. "Is there a problem here guys?" he asked while giving Jake a cold look. "This isn't really any of your business old man." Jake was getting angrier. Scarlett shoved him away from the car window "Don't talk to him like that." she was getting defensive without meaning to. "Why, he's just an old perv!" Jake motioned to Mr Bradley. "Leave me alone Jake." she said coldly and stormed off in the other direction. Mr Bradley open the car door and stood over Jake, he grabbed him by the arm before he could follow her. "Let her go." he said sternly, he could be quite intimidating when he wanted to be. Jake shook him off "Whatever." He backed away and took off in the other direction. Mr Bradley watched Jake as he went  away, this was exactly what he wanted. They were fizzling out without him even needing to try, he hoped soon Scarlett could be all his. At home Scarlett came in, in a haste frustrated with what had just happened. "Where have you been?" asked her mother. "I've had a bad day." she said heading towards her room. "It's time for dinner, I suggest you change out of those slutty clothes." She instructed to her daughter. "I'm not hungry." called Scarlett still heading for her room. Her mother followed her and stopped her in the hall "Have some respect, you'll do as you're told." Scarlett was angry but all she did was nod before disappearing to her room. She collapsed onto her bed and held onto herself fighting the tears beginning to form. Everything was all messed up, she hated the way her mother treated her. She thought maybe she was a slut... after all she was sleeping with her teacher... She wondered if he loved her or if he was just possessive. Scarlett pulled out her cellphone which had several calls and texts from Jake. He said he was sorry and that he loved her, she texted him that she would meet him that night. She knew she should just break up with him but she had hell to raise.  Edited January 12, 2019 by cherry65 (see edit history)
Page 7 She wanted to drink until she ached, she wanted everything to go away. Scarlett snuck out her window that night. She went out with the hood of her sweater over her head and a bag of bottles slung on her shoulder. She walked into the park and pulled out a bottle of whiskey which she always drank straight. Scarlett walked futher into the darkness her path lit by nothing but the moon light. Her heart was full when she looked at the moon, she always loved watching the nights sky. She turned when her name was called by Jake who was sitting on a bench with a group of teens who were passing around a joint. “Hey babe.” She said as she sat next to him. There were mostly other jocks there along with a couple girls including her friend Emely. Scarlett offered the bottle of whiskey to her and she took a drink followed by a cough “no mix?” She asked still recovering from the strength of the drink. “Just the way I like it.” Scarlett smiled and took another drink without a flinch. Jake took the bottle from her “I’ll take some of that.” He started drinking and the other boys cheered him on. Emely took Scarlett by the arm and they went to sit by the lake. Once they were alone Emely asked Scarlett “Is everything okay?” She knew something was off. Scarlett watched the moon light dance over the gentle waves in the water. “I think I need to break up with Jake.”  “What? Why?” Emely looked at her concerned. Scarlett sighed “I don’t think I love him anymore.” She drew in the sand with her index finger as she spoke. “You guys have been together so long..” Emely sighed. Scarlett was bored with Jake he was immature and nothing compared to the lover Mr Bradley was. Emely watched her expressions for a moment “Have you met someone else?” She asked. Scarlett froze but she thought fast “No, I’m just tired of being in a boring relationship with someone who has nothing to offer me.” She realized when she said it outloud that it was true. Her friend took a sip of her drink and her eyes widened “You’re not still in love with Mr Bradley are you??” She questioned. Scarlett remained calm “When was I ever in “love” with Mr Bradley.” She gave her a dirty look. “I see the way you look at him.” She teased. Scarlett tensed up “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” She didnt want her inebriation to let anything slip. She wanted what she had with Mr Bradley to be a secret. She didnt know how she could even begin to explain their relationship or her fondness of his wettings no less. Her friend took the hint so they kept drinking and re grouped with the boys. At the Bradley home things were not going so smootly either. Mr Bradley ate dinner with his wife barely speaking as they normally did. He gazed out the window at the full moon and wondered if Scarlett had seen it too. He found himself thinking of her a lot.. especially when he needed to pee. He thought about if she’d make him wet himself again and he got hard thinking about it. “Jim you’ve hardly touched your dinner.” Mrs Bradley noted. “It’s delicious dear.” He replied with a smile but It really wasnt. She accepted the compliment and stood from the table. He followed her into the kitchen and discreetly cleared off his plate into the trash. He was only hungry for one thing, Scarlett. He was distracted thinking about her and didnt notice himself fidgeting. “Jim stop grabbing yourself like a child go use the washroom.” She scoffed. He blushed red, embrassed because he forgot he had to go. He ducked his head and started heading towards the bathroom but he stopped. “Oh no you’re not making a mess of yourself are you?” She made another nasty comment. He turned to her, now he was angry “Why is everything that comes out of your mouth so fucking negative all the damn time?” He finally stood up for himself and it felt good. She could only look at him stunned. He grabbed his jacket and disappeared out the front door before she could say another word. He walked down the street in the darkness frustrated with his situation at home. He looked up at the stars in the sky and the moon which calmed him. He walked for awhile till he saw a small girl stumble out from the bushes. He watched her swaying, he could tell she was drunk. He came closer to her “Hey are you okay?” He asked concerned. “Mr Bradley?” Scarlett turned and pulled her hood off when she saw him. He couldnt help but smile when he saw it was her. “Scarlett what are you doing out so late?” It was almost midnight. She stumbled towards him and he reached out to help her. “Thanks, you’ve been coming to my rescue a lot lately.” She smiled and let out a laugh. “Glad to be of assistance my queen.” He teased. They walked down a path through a wooded area a ways past the park Scarlett had originally went to. Soon they came to a bench and Mr Bradley held Scarlett and sat with her. She held his hand and leaned on his shoulder “I’m really glad I ran into you, I wish we could see each other outside of school.” She sighed twirling a red curl with her free hand. He smiled, her notion made him feel warm inside. “Me too.” He brushed some hair away from her face which glowed beautifully under the moonlight. He then shifted where he sat he had forgotten about his full bladder. She was so delicate and gentle in his arms he wished this moment could last forever... but the longer he waited the more he felt his needs become known. He couldnt help but reach to grab himself, he figured she was drunk, she wouldnt notice.. but she did. “Mr Bradley..?” she sat up and looked at him. He tried to stop squirming but his leg couldnt help but bounce. He looked at her shyly and waited for a scolding, but she responded sweetly. She leaned closer and whispered to him “Does someone have to go pee?” he could smell the whiskey on her breath. He smiled sheepishly and nodded shyly. “Then go.” She said to him and pointed to a nearby tree. “But what if someone walks down the trail?” He blushed. “It’s night time! Here i’ll help.” She giggled and stumbled to her feet. She pulled him up and towards the tree, she then undid his pants for him. He absolutely loved the way she cared for him. She could feel his underwear was already a little damp, she didnt mention it though as to not embarrass him. She then went around him and hugged him from behind as he took out his member. She had her arm wrapped around his and the other rubbed his back, he was quickly able to relax. He had to go so bad his stream nearly shot past the tree. He let out a long sigh and she could hear the hissing and the gentle sounds of the stream hitting the grass. He peed for a long while until he finally finished, she then when around him and helped him redo his pants. He couldnt help but smile down at the small girl helping him, a grown man who was alwyas on the verge of humiliation. “You know you’re really sweet when you want to be.” He tilted up her chin and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him lovingly. He held onto her like she would disappear, he found himself utterly and completely happy. Unbeknownst to them Emely was walking through the forest nearby.
Page 8     Scarlett pulled her hips against his, brining them closer together. She was the sexiest person he had ever met, he couldnt help but feed into her lust when he  kissed her back. Just then his phone rang, he pulled it out of his pocket revealing tons of missed texts from Mrs Bradley. He sighed heavily when he saw it was her and Sarlett pulled away “It’s okay.. go talk to her.” He nodded apologetically “ill just be a few minutes.” He then headed down the path quickly to answer his phone. Scarlett stumbled the other way and kept looking at the stars “Scarlett there you are! Where the hell did you run off to?” Emely rushed up to her and gave her a hug. Scarlett hugged back “I’m sorry I’m pretty sure I drank too much.” She giggled. Scarlett had forgot about her friend and the other boys, but thankfully Emely was alone. “We should get you home.” Emely said to her pulling her back towards the streets “oh alright.” Scarlett let herself be guided otherwise she might not make it home at all.     Mr Bradley returned but Scarlett was no where to be found. He looked for her but it was hard for him to be discreet and to not give himself away. After all he didnt want to draw attention to himself while he looked for the drunken teenage girl in the middle of the night. After finding no luck he decided to walk down her street, it wasn’t too far from his own. When he passed her house he could see a single window lit up. He came closer and he could see her inside, he thought about going up to the house but decided against it. Now that he knew she was alright he could go home, not that he wanted to. He entered quietly through the front door and found that all the lights were off and his wife had gone to sleep. He was relieved to have avoided the argument, he hoped she wouldnt wake when he crept into bed. He fell asleep dreaming sweet dreams about Scarlett. The next morning he left early to once again dodge his wife. He got a large coffee on his way to the school, we was exhausted from the night before but it was worth it. He sat at his desk sipping his coffee, the halls were still quiet and few people had arrived. As he went through his emails he saw a chaperone request for a trip the art class was taking. He opened the attachment and of course there was Scarlett’s name scribbled on the participants list in red ink. He got excited, if he went on this trip he could spend a couple days with her without anyone batting an eye. His enthusiasm sank however when he saw it was a five hour drive away. Most days he could barely make it thought the afternoon nevermind a 5 hour bus ride surrounded by students, parents, and other teachers. The trip was still a couple weeks away, he’d have some time to decide wether his bladder could make the trip.      Scarlett was having a rough morning, thankfully her mother had left for work already. She lied on the bathroom floor watching the ceiling spin “why do I do this to myself?” She asked herself out loud. She held onto the sink to make the world stop spinning as she pulled her hair back into a messy bun. She smiled when she remembered her encounter with Mr Bradley last night. She felt bad when she remembered she had forgetten him there last night. She had been so out of it the world was spinning at the speed of light and she forgot her secret lover out in the woods. “Fuck...” she swore staring at herself in the mirror. She brushed her teeth to disolve the smell of the alcohol that still burned with every breath. Once she was ready she headed out the door to walk to school. She decided to stop at a convenience store for some gravol on her way to school. She spotted something interesting that caught her attention.    The coffee helped him stay awake but did little to help his poor bladder. Mr Bradley prayed the clock would move quicker so he could make it to the washroom. He sat at his desk and gritted his teeth holding himself under his desk. The freshman student wrote away in their notebooks working tirelessly on the assignment. He would have been proud if he wasnt completely focused on not pissing himself. He tried not to rock back and fourth too noticeably then he glanced at the clock 15 minutes left. He tried his best but he lost a spurt of pee into his boxers. His face when white he held on tighter with his hand but he lost another spurt. “Okay everyone I am dismissing you early for working so hard today!” He spoke quickly not moving from his desk. The students were pleased to say the least and cleared out very quickly. Mr Bradley was not far behind them, he made his way to the washroom through the empty halls. Practically running in he barely made it, once again on the verge of an accidnent. He leaned on the stall and sighed in relief, his underwear was wet but it had not soaked through his black jeans. He was pleased he hadnt made a fool out of himself especially infront of the younger students. He washed his hands quickly and darted out of the washroom to make if back to class. “Jim! Aren’t you supposed to be teaching a class?” A deep voice called to him. He turned to see the principal standing there with a cold look on his face. Mr Bradley swallowed hard “I let the students go early they’ve been working so hard..” he tried to explain. “You let the students leave early first block?” He raised his brow. “Yes.. I just had to run to the washroom quickly.” He tried his best to keep his voice from shaking. The principal was a scary man, maybe it came with the position.. either way Mr Bradley did not want to be on his bad side. “You know Jim if you can’t make it through a single class maybe we should get you an EA to supervise your class.” He suggested. Mr Bradley perked up “Yeah that would help out a lot actually.” The principal nodded “Well then we just need a doctors note from you and you can request an EA.” He patted him on the back. “A doctors note?” He repeated. “Well Jim if you cant hold yourself through 75 minute classes we need an explanation.” He smiled arrogantly. “Well I don’t see that necessary... thank you for the option.” He blushed as he declined. He wasnt about to reveal to everyone the details of his incontinence. He was embarrassed enough as it is. He headed back to class dejected, he felt like everyone who knew treated him like a toddler... except Scarlett. He entered back into his empty classroom and opened his laptop. There was a note left on the keyboard he unfolded it quickly and it read “I’m going to make your life a little easier. Check out spot.” He smiled, he would have been confused if it wasnt written in red ink. He glanced at the clock quickly, he had enough time to take a peak into the old office. He moved the shelf swiftly and opened the door, he hadnt been in there since the last time Scarlett had fucked him senseless. He peered in and saw a pack on diapers on the desk. Just then the bell rang.
Page 9     Scarlett sat in the grass outside the school nibbling on a granola bar from her purse. The sun was blocked when Jake stood infront of her “Where have you been?” He demanded. She didnt stand from where she sat, she just shrugged. “Scarlett talk to me...” he sat beside her and wrapped him arm around her. “Baby whats wrong.” He pouted. She shook him off “You’re whats wrong! I’m done with this Jake leave me alone.” She stood to walk away but he grabbed her wrist. “What has gotten into you lately? You’re not yourself anymore.” He said coldly. “Maybe I’m more myself than I’ve ever been... Jake it’s been over for a long time.. just leave me alone.” She broke free from his grasp and went into the school. Jake ran off and didnt come back to school that day. Scarlett was hungover and fed up with his shit she felt free as she walked down the halls. While in art class the teacher announced that Mr Bradley would be joining them on their field trip to the art gallery. Scarlett smiled to herself, he never volunteered to come on out of town trips ever. She knew he did  it for her which made her heart was full because she knew how much she meant to him. That day she painted the most beautiful red roses before the bell rang for fourth period. She skipped happy along to Mr Bradleys class she was excited he was going to accompany them on the trip. She hoped he had found the gift she had brought him. She was the first student in his class, which meant they could be alone briefly. She approched his desk with a smile “did you find my surprise?” She asked with a wink. “They fit” he couldnt help but blush when he admitted to already be wearing one. “Do they work?” She asked curiously. “I don’t know yet..” he whispered sheepishly. Other students started entered the class “I’ll be waiting.” Was the last thing she said before taking her seat.      He watched her walk away, her tight ass perfectly sculpted by her short skirt. He had to look away though he didnt want to be obvious. He wish he taught more subjects just so he could see her every block of the day. He thought maybe one day they could run away together.. he could dream right? Now that he had protection he would be able to go on the art trip. If he hadn’t developed such a strong attraction for Scarlett there would be no way in hell he would have gone. Even though her hair was a mess and she was hungover in the middle of the week he couldnt help but admire her careless freedom and her love for life. He watched as the other students funneled into the class room including Emely who sat next to Scarlett. Mr Bradley had his legs crossed under the protection of his desk. He couldnt bring himself to use the diaper yet but it was comforting to know if he was bursting he wouldn’t humiliate himself infront of the class.. or the principal. When the bell rang and everyone was situated he rose to distribute back essays the students had wrote.      Emely scoffed when she got her results “67%! My parents are going to kill me.. what did you get Scar?” She asked leaning over to see her results. It read 90. “I’m sure you’ll do better next time..” Scarlett tried to be supportive but she knew he had stretched her mark higher than it should have been. “Scarlett when have you ever gotten a 90??” She reached to grab her essay to examine it. Scarlett pulled back “I tried really hard.” She didnt want Emely to see her essay was subpar to say the least. “Fine good for you girl.” She smiled but Scarlett knew she was suspicious. Maybe she could convince everyone Mr Bradley was tutoring her...     Mr Bradley glanced at the clock *only 70 minutes left* he thought to himself. His bladder filling quickly and becoming uncomfortable. He stood by the board teaching about Hamlet he tried his best not to squirm but he was really needing to go badly. He made it halfway through the class but he couldnt keep a straight face anymore. He felt the added pressure of Scarletts never breaking glance watching his every move. She was waiting and this made him more nervous to actually pee in the diaper. It had probably been 30 years since the last time he’d worn one and he was mortified to admit maybe he needed them now. He set up a short film on Hamlet for the students to watch and he shut off the lights. He figured the darkness would help disguise his anguish and the students would zone out into the movie or fall asleep which at this point would be even better. As he turned to head for his desk he started losing control new spurts of warmth escaping quicker than the last. He shuffled to his desk as quickly as he could, but by the time he was sat in his chair he couldnt cut off the stream. He blushed in the darkness as he wet himself full force into the diaper. He didnt think he needed to go that badly and then all of a sudden it was coming and he couldnt stop it. Thankfully no one was watching him, he glanced down quickly at his crotch which was dry and unscathed to his relief. Underneath however the diaper was full and warm as he finished relieving himself. He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes... he wasnt ready to admit it but the warmth felt kinda nice.. comforting even.     Hamlet what a bore... she looked over her shoulder to see her lover slumped back in his chair. He had been super tense up until that point and she knew right away he was making good use of that diaper. She felt her panties dampen at the thought.. it was so hot that she was the only one who knew he was pissing himself right now. He opened his eyes and looked at her, to which she gave a big smile of approval. He looked embarrassed but gave her a nod to thank her for the protection. She was turned on and her plan had worked. She didnt think he would cave to wearing them nevertheless using them the first time he did. He was putty in her hands, he was falling for her, and she him. Now that he was going on the art trip she’d be able to play her game of control properly, she’d practically have him all to herself. She couldnt take it anymore so she raised her hand “Can I go to the bathroom?” He just nodded. She stood and left the classroom, she found herself alone in the washroom and locked the door. She shut the stall and riffled through her purse till she found her vibrator. “Hello Old friend.” she giggled and pulled her panties dont to her knees from under her skirt. She was so wet it slid in easily and she turned it on, letting out a soft moan as she did so. She thought about big hulking Mr Bradley hidding behind his desk blushing bright red flooding that diaper. She rocked her hips and her thighs quivered, what they had was unlike anything else she had experience. If he wouldnt have gotten fired she probably would have jumped over the desk and fucked him right there. She planned to check the damage after class but she couldnt wait. Her hand grew wetter as she slid the vibrator in and out her thighs rocking faster and faster until she felt her pussy tighten and her tongue start to numb. She leaned up against the stall wall and experienced the orgasm fully. “Wow Mr Bradley what have you done to me.”     What was taking her so long... he wondered. After a few more minutes she re emerged into the class. He watched her enter, he spotted her thighs glisten from the sunlight peaking through the window shades. She walked through the back on the dim classroom. Was she... wet? Had she...? She winked at him. She had. Oh my God she had. It was weird having a boner contained inside a soaked diaper.
If you guys have ideas or suggestions please post them in the comments below, I love reading your feedback :).  -Love always Cherry Page 10     “Scarlett I’d like to discuss your grade, will you stay after class?” He asked promptly after the bell rang. “Yes sir.” She agreed. “Ill meet you after okay?” She said to Emely. “Sure Scarlett..” she looked at her then at Mr Bradley before leaving. Scarlett worried that Emely was getting suspicious. Scarlett locked the door when the coast was clear, Mr Bradley didnt move from his desk he stayed where he sat. He looked up at her timidly as she approached his desk “you havent moved an inch.” She noted. He shook his head, she came closer and turned his chair toward her. He still didnt move he just looked up at her as swivelled the chair to face her “You’re still dry. Well thats good!” She said optimistically. “No I’m not...” he whispered quietly blushing bright red. She could tell he was very shy about the whole diaper thing so she tried to be gentle “Can I check?” she asked softly. He nodded and with that she knelt and undid the botton and zipper of his jeans. Quickly she saw the swollen diaper tinged yellow peaking out from inside his pants. She rubbed the front of it feeling how squishy and warm it was and to her surprise he was hard inside. “Wow...” she murmured still knelt down between his legs. “I really couldnt make it stop this time...” he admitted. Man he was adorable, so shy, so timid and embarrassed althought with her he had nothing to be embarrassed about. “Do you want me to change you?” She offered.   “Yes please, but only if you want to.” He asked shyly. “Of course I want to.” She bit her lip and grabbed him by the hand pulling him up out of his chair. She could hear the diaper crinkling faintly as they made their way into their secret room. Once inside he layed down a top the old desk for her.       She slid his pants off which left him in nothing but a shirt and his soaked diaper. “Does it feel good?” She asked. He could feel his cheeks burning hot “A little..” he admitted. “It looks like you like it.” She smirked and ran her hand down the front of the diaper where his dick was rock hard underneath. “That’s from you and your beautiful pussy.” He reached under her skirt and felt how wet she was, her thighs still glistening. She giggled and untapped the diaper gently and took some wipes out of her purse. “Did you buy those for me..?” He asked as he watched her. “Well theyre really good for cleaning my vibe but I guess I can use them on you too.” She giggled and opened up the front of the diaper allowing his erection to spring up. He laughed when she said that, she was such an open book with him. She ran her hand up his thigh and grabbed his dick firmly with her right hand “Well looks like you need more taking care of than I thought.” She spoke seductively and began kissing his V lines along his lower abdomen. He watched her head move further down as he reached to brush a lose curl behind her ear. She smiled at him and met his eyes as her lips made their way down his penis. Her mouth wrapped around it and her tongue swirling around the tip on the inside of her perfect little mouth. His legs quivered as she made her way further down the shaft, keeping her eyes on his as she made it all the way down. “Fuck...” he moaned when he felt the back of her throat, he tilted his head back. She tightened her lips while she moved up and down his shaft, her soft tongue running up and down as she did so. She cupped his balls gently in her hand as her head moved faster and faster he tried not to moan loudly but he couldnt help it “Yes baby girl...” he whispered as he came closer, he looked down at her pretty little face smilling around his dick and batting her lashes at him. “I’m so close...” he panted, jolts of pleasure running up and down his body. She deeptroated his thick cock and licked his balls with the tip of her tongue as he came hard down her throat. “Holy shit!” He held onto the desk as he came. She licked the last drop of his tip and swallowed with a smile “you taste good.” She said with a smile. He layed there in ecstasy as she finished cleaning him up and slid on his underwear. “That was incredible..” he admitted as he sat up and pulled his pants back up.      “It’s my pleasure, I had to say thank you for volunteering to come on my trip.” She smiled pleased. “You have a little something..” he stood close to her and wiped some cum off the side of her sweet lips. She leaned in and sucked it off his thumb before he could pull away. She felt him shutter when she did this. He blinked in disbelief, no one had ever been so forward. “Thanks to your little present I’ll be able to make the trip.. I’m a little nervous about the bus ride.” He said looking over at the pakage of diapers in the corner. “I’m sure they’ll be lots of rest stops and if you need to you can just... go” she said and blushed. “Well I don’t like going infront of other people.. i’d be more comfortable just you and me.” He was blushing too he pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. She wraped her arms around him too and rested her head on his chest she loved the warmth of his embrace. “We’ll have plenty of alone time on the trip..” she bit her lip. He nodded “I really hope so.” He kissed her lips softly for a long moment. “What did Mrs Bradley say about you attending the trip.” She asked. Shit. He forgot to tell Mrs Bradley. Edited January 18, 2019 by cherry65 (see edit history)
Im sorry  this took so long, I crashed my car and my phone broke...I have a new phone now. Since it’s been awhile I had some time to think up good continuation and more to come! Hope you all enjoy. Love always, Cherry. Page 11     “What do you mean it’s only 4 days?” Mrs Bradley shouted from the teachers lounge. “Please keep your voice down, they needed chaperones.” Mr Bradley try to reason with her. Just then the Principal entered the room and grabbed Mr Bradley by the shoulder “You’ve got a real keeper Mr Bradley! Jim here is the reason those kids are going to be able to make the trip!” He patted him on the back before continuing to the coffee maker. Mrs Bradley put on a fake smile “He sure would do anything for the kids!” She said still putting on a show. To his relief the bell rang and he was off the hook.      In art class Scarlett worked tirelessly on her admission for her final art project which she had been working on it for weeks now, it had to be just right. When the bell rang she headed for the sink to wash off the red paint that stained her hands and wrists. A small blonde girl also came to wash her hands. Scarlett was very focused on her art during class and rarely noticed those around her but when she saw this girl she couldn’t help but stare. She had her hair tangled into a messy bun but left a couple strands hang by her face. She had beautiful long lashes and pretty pink lips to match. The shirt she wore was backless which revealed the softest porcelain skin and to Scarlett’s pleasure, no bra strap. “Are you a new student?” She asked the girl. “New this semester, I’ve been in your class since September.” She blushed. Scarlett could tell she was a shy person “oh I’m sorry, I can’t believe I never noticed you before.” She spoke slowly as she looked into her bright brown eyes that resembled pure liquid gold. “I think your paintings are just beautiful, I wish I was as talented as you.” She complimented. “Thank you, but I’m sure you’re great at everything.. um-“ Scarlett paused. “I’m Grace. That’s sweet but I’m really not great at most things...” She trailed off. “Well Grace, I’d love to give you some pointers, maybe on the field trip?” She offered. Grace’s expression changed slightly, she looked nervous “sounds good.” She said finally and smiled. “I’ll see you then.” Scarlett gave her a wink. Grace smiled sweetly and left the classroom, Scarlett couldn’t take her eyes off her as she left.      Mr Bradley starred at the clock waiting for his last block to start. It had quickly become his favourite block of the day. He had a meeting for the art trip after class so he wouldn’t get much private time with Scarlett. He could hear the faint crinkling sound as he shifted in his chair. He blushed and sat still, he made it through the first class unscathed but he knew he wouldn’t make it through his final class and the meeting. He relaxed more when he saw Scarlett’s smile when she entered, though she seems extra happy today. He watched her skirt flow as she practically skipped to her seat. He got up and made it way over to her desk, she was one of the only students already in class. “Happy aren’t we?” He asked. She watch the tall mans arms folded over his broad chest towering over her where she sat. “I’m just excited for the field trip.” She smiled. “Me too.” He whispered quickly before moving to the back of the class as more students trailed in. He was getting used to peeing at his office chair, he started to feel a rush every time he did. He really enjoyed their little secret and he really enjoyed not wetting himself publicly in front of a bunch of teenagers. He started parking up his things for the meeting. After class Scarlett came up to his desk when the coast was clear.      “Your ass looks bigger than I remembered, or is did someone just have an accident?” She reached out and gave the full diaper a squeeze. “Mm accident it was” she felt the warmth underneath her finger tips. “Hey! I have a meeting for your trip don’t make me leak...” he blushed heavily when he turned to face her. “Take it easy hot stuff, but I do need you to do something for me.” She smirked. “What’s that?” He raised his brow. “I need you to pair me in a hotel room with Grace.” Scarlett felt her heart beat faster when she said her name. “Why should I, what’s in it for me?” He folded his arms. “I’ll change your diapers?” She teased. He rolled his eyes and blushed “Pick up more for me and you’ve got a deal.” He pulled some cash from his pocket and held it out for Scarlett. She took the money “deal.” She smiled and turned for the door.      “Scarlett before you go...” he bit his lip. “Yes sir?” She turned back to him her ass exposed when her skirt spun. He felt a shutter when she said sir. “Could you change me before you go?” He still blushed when we asked. He was more comfortable now but still sheepish when asking for such a thing. She met his gaze with a warm smile “Only if you score me a room with Grace.” He froze, he’d have to sit in his mess through the whole meeting and what if they didn’t let him chose her room. “But- aren’t you going home?” He tried to persuade her with reason. “Nope I’m going to the art class, I’ll wait.” She gave him a wave before leaving. Damnit why did she always have to play so hard to get. He grumbled and grabbed his things before heading out of the classroom. He was still warm but how long before he got uncomfortable..? He needed to get her paired his Grace. He didn’t have time to change himself now.. fumbling around with tapes would take too long. He made his way into the teachers board room laptop bag in hand, he sat at the table awkwardly trying not to crinkle audibly as he sat. At least he didn’t need to pee which frankly would have been worst than sitting in a wet diaper for another 20 minutes. A few teachers gathered in the room, the art teacher Mr Godfrey a rugged short man with a scruffy face, Ms Jones a quiet young teacher, and finally Mr Patricks the physics teacher. Mr Bradley was relieved it was a quiet group none of which seemed very hard to persuade. “I’d like to thank everyone who volunteered, the art department hasn’t been able to take a trip for many years.” Mr Godfrey spoke to the group. “I think one particular student Ms Williams has great potential and this trip will benefit these young artists.” Mr Bradley couldn’t help but smile when the art teacher spoke fondly of Scarlett she was very talented not only in the bedroom. Once they sorted out most of the details it came time to place the students in pairs. Mr Bradley stood with Mr Godfrey as he jotted down names. “I think Grace and Scarlett should be paired together.” He pointed to the names on the list. “Well Grace has requested a room to herself.” Mr Godfrey contradicted. Damnit. “Are the students paying for their own rooms?” Mr Bradley tried not to squirm in his now cold diaper. “No the school is.” Mr Godfrey replied. “Well do you really think it’s in the budget..? Everyone can’t have their own room can they?” Mr Bradley reasoned. “You’re right Jim we need to be frugal or they might cut the funds for the art department next year.” He scribbled Scarlett’s name next to Graces. Yes victory. After they finished Mr Bradley headed quickly to the art room to find Scarlett.      “So how’d it go?” She asked when he came into the room. “You’re paired with Grace.” He said with a smile. “Yes thank you!” She jumped up to hug him. “Okay lets go I’m getting.. itchy.” He shifted uncomfortably. Scarlett giggled “okay baby boy.” She teased. After school she went to pick up more changing supplies for their trip in the morning. She couldn’t wait to share a room with Grace, beautiful beautiful Grace. She wanted to know how someone so sweet could be so shy and what secrets she had to hide. Alone time with Mr Bradley would be quite fun as well. Scarlett grabbed a box of condoms too before checking out at the pharmacy. 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Page 12     Everyone met early at the high school before the bus arrived. To Mr Bradley's relief there weren't a ton of students enrolled in the art class. He felt himself get more and more excited to spend some time alone with Scarlett. He hoped she'd sneak up to his hotel room so he could dominate her for a change, he tried not to get hard thinking about it as he waited for her to arrive. He saw Grace who sat quietly alone waiting to board the bus, he had never seen Scarlett with her before.. he had been so focussed on his part of the bargain he never stopped to think why she wanted to room so badly with her in the first place. Before he could think too much he saw Scarlett walk through the glass doors of the school holding a tray of large coffees. She gave one to Mr Godfrey then took one for herself, she was wearing a tight pair of ripped jeans and an oversized grey hoodie. "One for my favourite teacher." She said holding out a final coffee for Mr Bradley. He took the coffee and had a drink, mm just how he liked it. "Did you really have to get a large?" He shifted. "Don't worry I came prepared." she patted her suitcase. He nodded, he had already put on the last of his protection for the bus ride. Once everyone had arrived they boarded the bus.     Scarlett sat in the back directly across from Mr Bradley, she thought it would have been inappropriate to sit in the same seat even though she really wanted to. She drank her coffee quite quickly as she was not used to being up so early. She was tired and didn't think too much of it. Mr Bradley watched her drink the coffee quickly but he sipped his sparingly, knowing of his demanding bladder. He wondered how quickly Scarlett would need to pee, he felt himself start to get turned on at the thought. Quickly he noticed her start to cross and uncross her legs, he tried not to look but he couldn't help but watch her fidgeting and he constant checking on the time. "Need to pee?" he whispered to her. She shook her head "Do you?" She fired  back. "How about we see who can make it the longest?" He proposed. "It's not fair you have an advantage." She motioned to his bag. "I'm not wearing anything, I ran out." He lied. "Have fun losing." She gave him a devious smile. He took a drink of his coffee "Oh we'll see." she then grabbed hers a took a big drink. She was already falling for it. 20 minutes went by and Mr Bradley was shifting a little in his seat but Scarlett was noticeably squirming and started grabbing herself. "You know there should be a rest stop soon." He mentioned even though he knew there wasn't anywhere to stop for at least an hour. "Why? Getting anxious?" She was always so cocky. "Nope... I don't even need to go." He smirked. "That's because you've barely touched your coffee." She had her hand squeezed firmly between her legs now. "Fine i'll drink my entire cup if you finish the rest of yours." He held his cup to his lip. "Okay deal." She smirked thinking there was no way he could hold as well as she had. They then proceeded to chug their cups of coffee until they both finished.       Scarlett looked up to the front of the bus where Grace had sat, she wished she could have sat closer to her but Grace liked to sit alone. Scarlett squirmed and found it harder and harder to focus on anything but her growing need. She was glad she sat in the back so that no one would see her squirming and fidgeting in place, she had to win this contest, she planned to use it to her advantage later. Mr Bradley on the other hand was losing the battle he felt a spurt after spurt of pee escape into his diaper and begin to dampen in his crotch. He kept up the squirms for appearances but he quickly began flooding his diaper and relieving himself completely. It felt so good to feel the warmth rush out of his throbbing bladder. He tried his best not to be obvious about going, and to his luck Scarlett was too busy looking out the window and worrying about her own needs.     He kept his hand tucked in between his thighs so she would think he was losing the battle which she didn't know he already had about 15 minutes ago. "When did you say the rest stop was?" she looked at him desperately. "Probably about 45 minutes." He said. "45 minutes?? You said it was close!" She started to panic. "Losing are we?" He teased. "Go ask the bus driver if we can stop!" She raised her voice feeling a spurt escape and dampen her panties. This was not the way she was used to him making her panties getting wet. "Scarlett we're in traffic on a busy highway there is no where to stop a school bus." He explained slowly, pleased with himself. He couldn't take his eyes off her watching her squirms and the panic on her face as she was on the brim of overflowing. She continued to squirm like crazy, she just couldn't sit still. Mr Bradley felt himself get hard in his own wet diaper, luckily it contained more than just his accident. "Please! Just go ask!" she was holding herself rocking back and fourth in her seat. Her jeans were so tight she had a hard time holding herself, and the tight waistband around her bladder made it even worse. "Okay, okay." He started to get up slowly to prolong her needs, hoping she wouldn't make it. He would be right.     As he stood from his seat he heard the soft gasp from the 18 year old girl as a wet spot began to appear between her legs. He watched it grow around her hands and run down her legs. She whimpered as she lost control and peed her pants, fully soaking her crotch. Scarlett's hand remained clutched between her legs desperately trying to regain control but she just couldn't hold on. Mr Bradley stood still as he watched Scarlett wet herself, he never thought she would actually have an accident in front of him but he could not deny that he loved it. She felt the warm puddle begin to grow underneath her butt and her pee begin to dribble onto the seat around her. She had to go so badly she quickly began flooding the floor underneath her as her accident made its way down her legs. Tears beginning to form she did her best to hold back from crying. Mr Bradley watched in awe until he knew she was finished before going up to the front to explain the situation to the other teachers. Most of the students were situated in the middle of the bus with headphones in so they were unaware of the accidental wetting going on in the back of the bus. Grace who was sat at the front with the teachers was present to hear everything Mr Bradley explained, she glanced to the back where Scarlett tried to hide her humiliation. Mr Bradley came back with a towel and handed it to Scarlett for her to sit on, she took it quietly and did her best to wipe up the puddle. He was pleased with himself, he felt bad for what he had done but he was so turned on seeing it actually happen to someone else for a change. "I'm sorry." me mustered as she shifted uncomfortably in her soaked jeans. "How are you holding up?" She asked looking him up and down, slowly catching on. She looked around the bus to make sure no one was watching as he sat beside her. She reached over and pulled out his waist band revealing the yellow tinged protection he had lied about having worn. "You're such a dick." she whispered and hastily let his waist band snap back against him. He chuckled "I'm onto you Ms Williams." Scarlett's cheeks turned red when Grace met her glance from across the bus.
Page 13  Scarlett pulled out a skirt from her bag and began to undo her pants. Mr Bradley looked toward the front of the bus before his eyes darted quickly back to the girl unchanging infront of him “Scarlett!” He whispered rashly. She unpeeled her wet jeans onto the floor and stood to pull up her skirt. Mr Bradley quickly turning away to avoid being caught but still sees her slip off her thong from the corner of his eye. Practically twitching in his seat at the thought of her wet pussy so closely exposed... soon they finally came to a rest stop where he darted off the get changed. Scarlett stood outside alone. She smirked seeing him vanish into the washroom, but then caught a glance of Grace. “You okay?” She asked softly. Scarlett nodded and blushed “did everyone see?” Scarlett asked quietly. Grace shook her head “no I think just Mr Bradley saw.. that must have been embarrassing..” saying this made Grace blush. Scarlett shook her head “honestly i’m not embarrassed in front of him.” She stopped herself before saying too much. “I won’t tell anyone.” Grace smiled. Scarlett froze “about what..?”. Grace blushed again “You’re... accident.” . “Oh right.. thank you.” Scarlett giggled.     Mr Bradley emerging from the gas station washroom can see Grace and Scarlett standing outside the bus. Scarlett with her back to the window reached out to hug Grace, accompanied by the slight breeze the motion would reveal her perky bare ass cheeks. Mr Bradley bites his lip quickly at the sight and heads for the door. He couldn’t wait to have her to himself at the hotel, if they could manage to get some time alone. He approaches the girls awkwardly “Scarlett-“ he couldn’t help but stutter “I think you’re violating the dress code..” he spoke quietly, her skirt still hiked up her thigh. “Right.” She picked up her bag and headed inside to change.   When they finally arrive at the hotel Mr Bradley sets down his bags and flops onto the bed. He rubs his eyes and brushed back his dark brown hair. He never travel much and it had tired him out, so much so that he could fall asleep right there. He rests and stares at the ceiling for a moment before squirming slightly and readjusting himself. He felt the dry padding still secured into place from the bus ride. Mr Bradley lets out a yawn and stretched out his arms out on the bed. His strong arms flexing as he did so. He felt another twinge from his bladder and he glances over to the bathroom but did not move from where he laid. His eyes barely open blinking towards the bathroom light. He grabs his crotch and feels the diaper which makes him pause to think. If he was already diapered no sense in wasting it... besides he was so exhausted he wouldn’t have to get up this way.. he let out a breath and spread his legs unclenching his thighs. He closes his eyes and relaxes his abdomen. After a few moments he let out a sigh of relief as he feel a spurt of pee escape, then another, and another. Soon he can feel the warms soaking up between his legs and spreading up the back side of the diaper. He keeps his eyes closed as he feels relief and the warmth. Soon his bladder is emptied and he begins to doze off to sleep, comforted by the warm wet padding swollen over his crotch.      Grace had been in the hotel bathroom quite awhile so Scarlett decided this would be her time to sneak off. She took the stairs to the floor above hers and quickly found the suite Mr Bradley had texted her he was in. She looked cautiously down the hall and the coast was clear. She knocked on the door twice and waited. Mr Bradley shot up out of a dead sleep and rose from the bed cautiously. He looked through the peep hole and was relieved to see his beautiful Scarlett standing there. He opened the door and she headed in quickly. “You know I could get in a lot of trouble for this.” He said looking her up and down. She wore black leggings and a cropped hoodie which left her belly ring to shine in his sight. He put his hands around her waist and ran his thumb along the gold chain which hung delicately around her waist from it. He pulled one of her red curls behind her ear and she beamed up at him before looking down. She pulled his waist band open to see the soaked diaper he had fallen asleep in. He blushed but she tilted his chin down to for him to kiss her. He wrapped his arms around Scarlett and kissed her, then pulling her in closer. She ran her hands up the back of his shirt untucking it from his around his waist. He gently ran his fingers through her hair and held her face as he kissed her slowly. She undid the button and zipper on his pants and started pushing him slowly towards the bed. He followed not breaking apart from her embrace. They climbed onto the bed and she laid on top of him. He pulled off her shirt and she unclipped her bra revealing her breasts to him. His eyes sparkled as he reached up to squeeze them, large and firm. He loved feeling her soft skin and her hard nipples atop those beautiful boobs. She smiled down at him topless with nothing but a skirt draped around her waist.   Scarlett glanced down at the yellow tinged diaper creeping out where the zipper was undone. “Would you like me to take care of that?” She offered. He smiled still holding onto her breasts “on one condition.” He propositioned. “And what would that be.” She giggled. He rolled her underneath him and held himself just inches above her “You shower with me?” He asked. She nodded and they headed to the washroom. He started the taps and she pulled down her skirt. She stood naked infront of him and pulled down his pants and he removed his shirt. She ran her fingertips along his muscular chest down the the tapes of the diaper. Steam from the shower quickly filling the air, he smiles looking down at the girl changing his diaper. She removes the wet padding and they climb into the shower together. The hot water running down her beautiful body sparkling in the steamy room. Mr Bradley running his hands gently down her back to firmly grab her ass below. She pulls herself in closer pushing her naked body against his. His erection growing larger between their wet bodies. He kisses her forehead the hot water rushing down his bare back. Scarlett reaches for the soap and begins lathering her breasts for him. He watches in awe “you’re just breathtaking, I never thought id be able to see you like this.” He spoke softly. She smiled “Thank you, you’re so sweet to me.” He pulled her in and started kissing her passionately before shutting off the water.     They made their way toward the bed and toppled onto it together. They kissed and moaned softly rolling under the covers. She sucks on his neck which makes him let out a moan. Mr Bradley runs his fingers up her thigh and slides two fingers into her soft wet pussy. He enters her with his hard cock and begins thrusting, she whimpered with pleasure. He pushed himself into her fully and feels her thighs quiver around him. He watches her pupils dilate and sees the smile spread across her lips. He looks down at her and whispered “I love you.”
Isabella sat alone in her tiny apartment on her cheap chair in front of her small desk. She was playing on the only expensive thing she owned: her Alienware gaming laptop. She was online in her friend's Minecraft realm. She and four other friends were exploring a gigantic deep underground cave. Isabella rocked in her chair, trying desperately to hold her screaming bladder. "This cave is fucking huge!" She exclaimed into the microphone, hoping soon they would find the end so she could go pee. She didn't want to slow down the group or get left behind by leaving now to go. "There's so much ore in here!" Another person said over her headphones as a skeleton shot her with an arrow. She ran forward swinging her sword but missed several times since she was having trouble keeping the mouse steady as she rocked. Isabella kept muttering "Come on, come on, this damn cave has to end!" "Fuck!" She said out loud. Up ahead was a fork where the cave now split in two.  "Which way should we go first?" Someone asked over the headphones. Isabella muted her mic and groaned out loud as she pressed on her crotch for momentary relief. "This way!" Said someone else as they stuck a torch on the wall in the left cave. Isabella put her hands back on the keyboard and follow her friends.  Several minutes later, with no end to the cave in sight, Isabella was on the verge of breaking a sweat from holding so hard. She was rocking back and forth quickly and had left her mic on mute so she could groan. Finally, she thought she saw a wall up ahead. Was it the end of the cave!?!  Nope, one of her friends disappeared to the right and she realized it was just a sharp corner. "Dammit!!" she nearly shouted. She took her hand off the mouse and held herself while her left hand continued to follow her friends. She occasionally took her hand from her crotch to move the mouse and turn her field of view. Finally, Isabella gave in. "Fuck it!" she thought "This cave isn't ending anytime soon, I'm just going to go in my pants." She put her hand back on the mouse and relaxed. Instantly she was peeing forcefully into her panties and jeans. Hot liquid pooled around her butt, soaked her thighs, and ran down the backs of her calves. There was loud splattering on the hard floor as multiple streams of pee poured off of the chair. Isabella, to her surprise, found herself becoming very distracted and even aroused. "What the fuck?" She thought "I'm pissing my pants and its...actually turning me on?" For a brief moment she was disgusted, but then primal desires took over. She stopped paying attention to the game and her friends left her behind. Her breathing became heavier, the hot urine blasting by her clit somehow felt amazing, somehow different than when using a toilet. The pee pooling around her and running down her legs was sensational. An orgasm was beginning to build. She became disappointed when she realized her bladder was almost empty. She suddenly wanted to pee much longer, at least until she climaxed. There was an explosion on the screen, then it went red and informed her she was killed by a creeper. She used it as permission. Her hands left the keyboard and mouse and, as if conscious themselves, found their way down Isabella's jeans on the outside of her pee soaked panties. She rubbed herself vigorously as her pee stream died. The soaked fabric felt amazing against her clitoris. She pushed a finger inside herself with wet fabric wrapped around it. Within less than a minute she was moaning as an explosive orgasm took her nearly by surprise. She rubbed and rubbed to extend it as long as possible. Normally she stifled her moans to keep the neighbors from hearing, but this time it didn't even cross her mind. She had found a new fetish and didn't care who knew, at least not in that moment. As her orgasm began to fade, and her breathing returned to normal, she realized her friends were asking her over the headphones if she was ok. She watched as they collected her inventory on the screen. Her stomach dropped as she suddenly couldn't remember if she had muted her microphone. She was petrified. She could hear her friends talking but couldn't comprehend what they were saying. She didn't want to know if they had heard her. But she did want to know. She was embarrassed, humiliated. Finally, she pulled herself back to reality and looked at the Skype window. A huge wave of relief washed over her as she saw that her mic, in fact, was muted. Crisis averted. She looked down at the mess she had made. Nearly every inch of her jeans was soaked with pee and there was a large puddle on the laminate floor beneath her. "Hey Isabella, you back yet?" A voice chided over the headphones. She unmuted her mic. "Uh, yeah, just had to uh, use the bathroom." Her faced burned bright red as she spoke those words. She clicked "Respawn" and found herself in the little house she had built on the surface. "Oh, no worries. We got all your stuff, we'll give it to you when we come back up." The voice said. "Thanks guys." She said, still a little embarrassed. She could've taken the opportunity to change and clean up, but instead, she crafted a bunch of pickaxes and headed down into the mine they had dug.
Chapter 1 Fae stood before the gates, sliding in nervously feeling overwhelmed and like she didn't belong there. Darkmore's Academy of Water Magic. Accepting young women from all over the continent and training them to be mages with control over water. But still there she stood, a rather tall girl with long flowing red hair wearing her new plain blue robes, the uniform of a first year. She moved up to the front doors other new students moving along with her she saw the signs directing them to the opening ceremony. Staring up nervously at the entrance hall she noticed a tall and proud marble fountain, depicting the school's founder, a tall, stern women in extravagant robes and wielding a mighty mages staff. It struck her in awe, or at least it would have, if the stream of water flowing from the tip of the staff wasn't reminding her of a pressing need. The coach ride had been delayed quite a bit and she had been so eager to get going after giving so many awkward goodbyes to her family and the rest of her village she hadn't had a chance to relieve after packing. She squeezed her legs together, trying to keep her new and fancy blue robes dry. There had to be a bathroom nearby. She glanced up at the clock and sighed, the ceremony was starting in two minutes, not nearly enough time to go hunting for the bathroom. Fae walked nervously towards the marked doors leading to the reception hall, resigning herself to the fact she would have to hold it until after the ceremony. She strode in and seeing a marked seating plan took her seat behind one of the desks in the hall, relaxing as best she could as the rest of the students filed in. As soon as everyone was sat down a woman in extravagant blue and gold robes walked onto stage in front of them. “Good afternoon everyone. I am Professor Denholm, your headmistress and would like to welcome you to Darkmore's Academy. One of the finest magical colleges specializing in water magic in the continent.” The speech continued on like this. Fae faded in and out of paying attention, it seemed a lot of the other girls were too. One girl beside her was looking like she was drifting off to sleep. However Fae was feeling wide awake as the pressure in her bladder was becoming harder and harder to ignore. She leaned forward and crossed her legs bouncing in her seat. “Come on, can you stop rambling on and let us go already.” She muttered to herself as she subtly held her crotch. The ceremony dragged on and while she might have at any other time appreciated a proper introduction, right now all she could think about, while bouncing a little in her seat, was keeping herself dry until it was over as she bounced in her seat, . “And now, I shall let Professor White give a demonstration.” Professor Denholm said one younger teacher walked up to a jar of water and tipped it over as water spilled out. Professor White put on a fabulous display controlling the water as it flowed smoothly this way and that which under any other circumstance Fae would have been in awe of but at the moment was torture to watch. Fae gasped and squeezed her legs together tightly as it flowed onward while the teacher was guiding it gently causing it all to gather into a ball and from the bottom it slowly trickled out into back into the jar. Professor White bowed and returned to her seat as the students applauded. The professor was sitting oddly in her chair, squirming a little in her seat. The headmistress came back onto stage. “Right, now you will split into groups and we'll give you all a quick tour.” Fae got up quickly as the teacher began sorting out the groups. Fae stood up, holding herself as names were being called. As each students name was called Fae fidgeted and squirmed even more. Soon enough her name was called. Fae ended up standing in Professor White's group. Wasting no time she walked up to the professor. The teacher watched her dance on the spot. “Need the bathroom?” She asked looking concerned. Fae nodded blushing a little. “Can you hold it just a bit longer?” The teacher asked. Fae gasped hopping from foot to foot. “Not really.” she said blushing even redder. “Okay. We'll make a quick detour to the bathroom first.” She said smiling. Fae nodded. “Thank you.” She said as she turned around and was painfully aware the rest of the group were now watching her. The group set out quickly Fae feeling awkward as she noticed a few other girls whispering. She tried to walk with some dignity but it was getting harder and harder. But one girl did walk up looking a bit more sympathetic. “You thought you'd get some practical lessons on your first day?” The girl asked. Fae glanced at her confused. “What do you mean?” “Oh... I thought you were trying to give yourself an edge in magic. Is that why you didn't go to the bathroom first?” Fae shock her head. “N-no... I just arrived late and didn't have time.” She squeezed her crotch, hoping the bathroom was close. It felt so embarrassing that she was holding herself like a little girl in front of everyone. “Edge in magic?” She asked after thinking over it. “Oh it's nothing.” The girl said. “Just some rumour I heard of ways to enhance your water magic.” Fae wanted to press further but soon saw the door for the bathroom ahead. She turned and broke into a sprint. Not wait a second she burst in and went for the nearest stall. Pulled up her robes and yanked down her panties as she dove onto the toilet, just in the nick of time. Her pee burst out as she sighed in relief. It had been a bit of a close call. As she got up she wondered about this edge. She could already guess what the girl meant and it felt a little weird to think. People using a full bladder to enhance their water magic. She wondered if that was right and if people actually did that. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A little idea I've been stewing on for a while. This chapter is mostly setup but I hope you guys like it.
I was hoping to get some feedback before continuing this but It seems like there hasn't been much interest yet. This was originally to be included in part 1 anyway but time constraints prevented it, so i guess that's fitting. the next update might be a day or two from now so i hope i can get some criticism before then. I'm not used to writing fetish porn, I usual more conventional erotica, so there's some learning to do. Part 2 Amber walked down the sidewalk leading from campus auditorium back to her dorm, her legs slightly spread to avoid squeezing any more fluid out of her now sagging diaper. She had her blue denim jack tied around her wast to hide the small but slowly growing damp patch that had formed on the front of her skort. While it was no secret that most woman wore diapers, having them leak onto their clothes was embarrassing and childish. Though it had become a more common occurrence since Amber had switched to a cheap store brand to save money. "Uggg... Why do i always forget to bring a spare? I even forgot my wallet so couldn't even get one out of the vending machine. As much as this school costs you'd think they would provide that." Amber murmured under her breath. "I shouldn't have followed that stupid "exorcise", I could have gone another two hours at least. Now i have to get home, change, and try to get some sleep before my 12 O'clock Bio class. Fuck My Life!" She moaned as she walked up to her dorm's steps and undid the lock. Her Dorm was a girls only one where every resident had a bedroom and bathroom to themselves but shared the kitchen and common area with the other students. Amber walked over the stained blue carpet of the communal living room that the students shared, squishing as she went. She had stopped trying to hide her predicament, thinking that she was the only one in the house. "Spring a leak?" said a blond girl that was sitting in the corner in a condescending tone. Amber let out an annoyed sigh before responding. "Hey Rebecca." Rebecca was, for lack of a better word, a big boobed boy bonkers bottle blond bitch. At least if the words of her dorm mates would be believed. She was a always condescending and egotistical with everyone in the building, always bragging about dating the college quarterback and being a cheerleader or having rich parents, the sort of thing girls like her gloated about in high school. But, she also had the distinction of being one of only three first year women to test out of the Continence Management class. Something she always made sure everyone knew by walking around the dorm pants less, usually wearing one of the pairs of her boyfriend's boxers that she had from when they were both in high school. While not wearing diapers would get a few looks of jealousy and disbelief in middle school or early years of high school, it became something worth bragging about once your piers were struggling to achieve the same feat. Wearing a cute boy's underwear was especially boast worthy because it meant that you were both comfortable walking around without protection but also spent the night with a guy. "You should probably go change sweety, you're dripping." Rebecca said with a smug grin. Amber stomped up to her room and dropped her skort and diaper to the ground, causing a squishing sound. Amber looked to the inspect the damage. "Yikes that's soaked, did I not pee in my sleep last night? Well at least my clothes didn't get too wet, this shouldn't leave a stain." She walked over to get a replacement diaper, before being stopped by a tingling between her legs and the sound of dripping. "Shit!" she yelled, slamming a hand between her legs, struggling to stop the flow. "I guess I'm still not empty." She chuckled out as she pressed her legs together. She was use to ignoring her bladder's signals to her brain and just letting it empty itself, but she still remembered how to stop it from her various  unsuccessful attempts at potty training from when she was younger. Even if it took more concentration then she felt it was worth. She slowly hobbled her way to the bathroom, focusing to keep the rarely used muscles under her bladder clinched. "Ok." she said as she sat down on the toilet and removed her hand, causing her slow stream to resume. She squeezed and unleashed her pent up torrent into the bowel. "I had a lot more in me than I realized... come to think of it, i have been having this happen a lot to me lately." She reached for the trashcan to check the diaper that she had worn last night. "Bone dry? That means I went almost nine hours without actually needing a change. I've woken up dry before but that's usually because I needed a change right before bed... Maybe I should take this toilet training seriously." She said as her stream came to a halt. "It would be nice to just do like the guys and just go to the bathroom every so often, and not worring about having to wash the sheets every morning would be nice." She said as she got up and wiped the piss off of her. She walked back to her bed to grab a new diaper before pausing. "I'll be good for a while, I should look at whats in that package from class." She said as she sat down on her bed. She took a swig from the water bottle on her end table and opened the box. Inside were a large package of slim pink diapers bearing the title Slim Elegance Training Panties. "Hmm... For women gaining independence. Low capacity only. What does it mean by that?" She said as she read of the package. "Ideal for women that experience minor leaks, nighttime incontinence, or a lack of urinary warning response. Compatible with Leaning Ladies Continence alarm. What is that?" She looked back into the box to see what else was there. Her eyes fell to a pink box containing what looked like a small belt with wires coming out of the buckle. She took another drink and pulled the package out. "Learning Ladies Continence alarm, spots leaks before you do. Hmm... looks like its one of those bladder leak alarms, i think mom got me one the last time she tried to potty train me. Lets hope this one does any good." She finished the last of her water before opened the diapers. They lacked the tape on the sides that most of the diapers on the market had, instead they had a stretchable band around the top and were meant to be pulled up like a normal pair of underwear. "These look like panties." She said as looked through them. She picked out a pair that had a purple floral pattern and slid it up to her waist. "These are pretty comfortable, i wonder how they'll look under clothes." She unpackaged the alarm and strapped the belt around her. She noticed a small opening at the top of the diaper. "I guess this is where the wires go." She slid  the censor down into them. "I think i can get used to this." She said with a smile. Her eyes drooped and she let out a yawn. "Oh yeah, 8 AM. Guess i better get some sleep before class" She stripped off her top and reclined on her bed. "Yawn... I have a good feeling about this." Edited December 24, 2018 by Noface Grammar (see edit history)
Thank you all for the positive response. I should probably say something before the people who are invested in this continue reading, if you see this in the year 2069 or are just scrolling through for a quick kick then feel free to skip to the thing you're actually here for. This is probably going to be the last daily upload for a while. These are fun to make but they take 2-4 hours and I only have time to write them late at night. I don't want 30 second filler chapters that only advance the story slightly or just serve as an isolated wetting scene. But, rest assured that I do intend to keep up with this consistently whenever i feel like it, probably 1-2 parts a week with the intention of finishing at some point in January. I have no intention of letting this become one of those stories that goes on for a few chapters before hitting a couple month long hiatuses and vanishing entirely. Once a story starts being published then i finish it. I'll also try too keep up with questions even though I usually don't frequent this site that often. So I would appreciate anyone that wants to take the time to point out what i'm doing wrong before part 4 then i would be extremely grateful. Also, how long before my posts stop needing mod approval? I know this is unrelated but I'm seriously curious. Part 3 Amber sat naked on a pink sand beach, waves of lemonade lapping at her toes. The warm sunlight beat down on her as she stared out at a group of men in boxers swimming in the lemonade sea, playing a game of volleyball. Her focus on the sea was broken by the sound of footsteps behind her. It was Rebecca, standing there wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. The men motioned to her as she ran in to join them. "I think I'll join them" Amber said as she was walking into the surf. Once she got to knee level, a pelican landed on her shoulder. "Don't you think that's a bad Idea?" the pelican said in a condescending, almost motherly tone. "Shut up!" Amber growled out. She  slapped off the bird and continued walking until the lemonade water came to her waist. The bird flew up in front of her, this time hovering and flying about like a hummingbird. It opened it's beak again and continued speaking "no, no... Swimming isn't for little girls Amber." It said before it started making an annoying mechanical buzzing sound. Amber awoke in her bed to a uncomfortable vibrating coming from her waist, and the familiar feel of an expanding damp spot between her legs. She quickly realized what she was doing as well as remembered how thin her new diapers were. "Crap!" she shouted as she clinched her legs together, causing the flow to stop. "So this thing does work like those things mom made me wear." She said in a annoyed groan. She felt a uncomfortable twinge coming from her abdomen, one she hadn't really felt since her and her mother gave up on potty training her for the final time five years ago. She kept herself motionless for a minute or so as her discomfort subsided. She sat up as she slowly moved her legs apart. Letting out a sigh of relief once she knew that her leak didn't return. "Well... I guess it's a good thing I can still stop a leak. I haven't forgotten everything." She stood up and looked down at her nightstand to check her phone. "Wait It's dead? I was using that as my alarm, what time is it!" She yelled as she frantically looked out window to check the clock in the center of the campus. "11:45, I overslept!" She ran over too her closet to get ready. She hastily threw on a black skirt, a white floral tee shirt, a pair of stockings and her running shoes, hoping that the later would help her make the 20 minute sprint to class on time. "I can't be late!" she yelled as she dashed out the door, grabbing her purse and jacket just before closing it. Her class was all the way across campus and she knew that she wouldn't make it if she followed the walk ways. So, she sprinted across the campus in the direct route, running over grass and hopping knee high decorative walls as she went. The bell rang as her eyes fell on the Bio and Medical building. "Thank god!" She stormed through front door and ran to her class just as her professor was concluding roll. "Hello miss James, I was worried you wouldn't make it. Please take a seat." She ran to the back to set down next to Daisy, another first year from her dorm that also shared her major, meaning that she was the closest thing to a consistent class mate she had. Daisy leaned in to whisper "hey, why were you late? you're always here before i am." "I slept in, I had to go to that stupid continence management orientation early today so I decided to take a nap when i got back." Amber whispered back. "wait you took the in person version, why didn't you just take it online?" Amber squeezed her pencil and twisted her face into an annoyed scowl. "you mean there was an option to take that online!" "yeah. you still have to take the test at the end of the semester but there's a lot less busy work apparently. I got the same box and everything." "Ok- My advisor told that i had to take it in person for some reason but i guess that was a damn lie." "Quite in the back please." the professor said. The two of them redirected their gaze and quieted down. As the class went on, Amber found it harder to keep focused on the presentation. The information he had covered was the same from last classes homework and already less advanced than the sort of things Amber read in her own time anyway. As her eyes began to wander around the class, she couldn't help but notice that a little over half the girls had started fidgeting and checking the clock. "I guess there are a lot of first years in this class." her eyes drooped in boredom as she leaned back and yawned, only to be interrupted by a vibration coming from her skirt. She jumped and slammed her legs together. This leak wasn't stopping as easy as the last one. It continued for about a second and a half before it reluctantly stopped, leaving a extremely uncomfortable wetness between her legs "Uh oh, I forgot to pee or change before i left the dorm." Her bladder wasn't just uncomfortable now, it was screaming for relief on a scale she hadn't felt in years. And her already atrophied kegel muscles being exhausted from this morning were hardly helping her situation. She leaned forward and pressed her thighs together praying that she would be able to contain herself until she had a way to find relief. "Hey... are you ok" Daisy asked under her breath. "Yeah... i just ne-need to-to pee." "So? Just go. Whats the problem?" "I'm wearing those tiny training panties that they gave us for class. I'm already a little damp, if any more comes out then it'll start leaking." "Why did you put one of those on?" "It seemed like a good idea at the time I don't know!" "Look class is almost over, you should be fine." She looked at the time and saw that class should only have five minutes left. "ok. I can do this. I've done harder before, I can keep a little piss in me for five minutes." she though to herself. The professor droned on for a few more minutes as the women in the class became increasingly fidgety. Suddenly, Amber heard a gasp from a girl in the front row that had been mostly quite for the class. She stood up and revealed a growing wet patch on her bluejeans. Her face turned red as she ran out the door. The sight of this caused another large spurt to escape into Amber's diaper. She jumped as the buzzing of her alarm nearly caused her to release more. "This stupid thing isn't helping!" she said to herself. "well class I think that's enough for the day, no homework other than reading the chapters on the board so have a nice weekend." As soon as he said this most of the fidgeting girls in class jumped up and made for the door. "Thank god." Amber said. She jumped up quickly, causing a small spurt to escape into her diaper. "Shit!" She looked down to see that it had thankfully only caused a slight drip to escape. "Do you know where the girl's room in this building is Daisy?" she said hoping that there actually would be. "How am i supposed to know? I've never had to change in this building before." She let out a aggravated growl and ran out the door, where she began frantically searching the halls. A sign that said "changing station" with a pink picture of a woman under it caught her eyes. She slowly hobbled over too it, resisting the urge to grab herself. She stopped only for a second to avoid colliding with the woman that had ran out earlier who was now walking out of the bathroom with a look of defeat on her face. Amber ran into the room to see two other women with soiled clothes putting on a more conventional diaper from the vending machine in the corner. "Phew I made it" She said in relief as she reached for the door. "Don't try it" said one of the women in the corner "they're all occupied." "No!" Amber screamed internally. She threw her hand down between her legs as another small spurt escaped. "I can hold it. I can hold it. I can hold it." Amber kept repeating to herself, hoping that one of the stalls would open before her control gave out. A few more spurts escaped, causing the device in her diaper to vibrate more and more. She felt her warm pee leaking through to her hand. "I can hold it... I can hold it... I can-" her inner monologue was interrupted by the sound of a stall flying open. "Yes-" she yelled as she moved her and and spread her legs apart to make walking easier. Her ears were imidiatly greeted with a loud hiss as piss exploded out through her diaper and onto the floor. She quickly crossed her legs in a vain attempt to stop it, but it wasn't working this time. She realized this and kicked off her shoes and pulled her skirt up to keep it dry. Daisy ran in to see if her friend had made it. "Hey you found... Oh. sorry Amber." Amber let out a sigh that sounded like a mixture between defeat and relief at the feeling of finally being empty after holding it for the two hours that class was in session. "Can you... get me a diaper out of the vending machine Daisy?" "Uh... sorry but they're out, looks like a lot of girls were leaking today." "What!" Amber yelled as her tone shifted to anger. "Just throw me a damn wipe or something then!" She said as she took of her diaper and stocking. She rung out her stockings into the sink and tossed the training panties in the trash can, remembering to take the censor out. "This stupid thing made it harder on me!" she rinsed it and her hands off before tossing it in her purse. "So what are you gonna do about walking home?" Daisy asked. "Guess I'll just go commando. It's not like i have anything left in me to come out." Ok that was the last of this for a few days. Let me know what i can improve, what you would do differently, and what was confusing. Especially if something doesn't make sense, this isn't realistic by any means but i at least want it to be internally consistent. Also let me know your theories/suggestions as to where this is going and your thoughts on the characters, i'm nothing if not a audience pleaser. Edited December 25, 2018 by Noface spelling (see edit history)
I know I said this would be the end of daily updates but I can’t sleep so here’s a side story... kind of. This is a mini chapter revolving around Daisy because I didn’t flesh her out in the last part. This takes place right after the end of the last one and is cannon, but probably won’t be needed for the rest of the story. Let me know what you think of this because this actually will be the last update for a few days... probably. Also i’m writing this on a phone this time so if the formatting gets fucked  then sorry. Side story 1 Wet Daisies Daisy was always a friendly girl. Her smile was as bright as her curly blond hair. She wore thick rimmed pink glasses that framed her slightly chubby cheeks every day. not because she couldn’t replace them with contacts, but she just couldn’t be bothered with putting them in. She wasn’t necessarily lazy, she just didn’t care what people though of her as long as her and her friends were happy. This made seeing her new friend Amber in such distress all the more saddening. After seeing Amber stuggle against her own body for over an hour, seeing her walk down the sidewalk diaperless in defeat made her more upset than any embarrassment Daisy had personality felt. “Cheer up Amber!” She said in a comfortable friendly tone “who hasn’t leaked in their clothes before? It happened to me at my high school dance, and look at me.” She said as she ran ahead of Amber. ”That’s not the point!” Amber said. “It’s the fact that I almost made it. But I guess that’s the story of my life, trying the best I can and tripping at the finish like because of some fuckup.” ”Language! You really need to work on your diaper mouth.” Daisy said looking up at her with a frown. “My mom always said that boys hate girls that swear.” ”Well there aren’t any boys around now are there.” Amber said in annoyance. “Besides not everyone is the same as people from small town wherever you’re from.” ”Well that’s their problem.” ”just drop it, I wanna hey back to the dorm and change so I can forget this day ever happened-“ She was cut off by a cold autumn wind blowing between her legs, lifting her skirt up. ”I got ya!” Daisy yelled as she grabbed the end of it and returned it to its original position. She then looked back to see a boy that had been staring before she could pull it back down. “God hates pervs you know!” She yelled at them, shaking her fist. Amber blushed before responding. “Another reason to forget today... thanks Daisy.” She looked down to see that a damp patch was forming on Daisy’s pants. “Uh Daisy I think you have a problem of your own.” She said, motioning to her croch area. Daisy looked down to observe the damage. “Opppsidasiy. I was sagging a bit in class, I guess I should have found a place to change. Oh well it’s a good thing I wear dark blue.” She said with a smile. “But it’s more important we get you home, we don’t want you tinkling on the ground in front of everybody.” ”Dont worry about me, after that disaster I shouldn’t be that full yet. If I get a feeling down there I should be able to hold it.” Daisy looked at her with a puzzled face. “Ok... but.” She trailed off once she saw their dorm. “Oh good we’re here. My tummy is upset, I’ll need a change soon.” they walked inside as Daisy’s face turned red. She let out a grunt causing Amber to turn around and look at her. “What are you doing?” “I told you my stomach was hurting, so I need to-“ ”Yeah I get that but why do it in here?” Amber interrupted. “Why not just do it in the bathroom?”  Daisy looked puzzled again. “How does that make any difference?”  “Wait you don’t do that in the toilet?” Amber asked. “No. Should I?” Amber looked on in disbelief. While most women lacked the ability to control their bladder, most of them would, given the opinion, poop in a toilet. While she does occasionally have trouble making it or just does it in her diaper because the changing room that she was in lacked a toilet, her and most girls had managed to mostly dedicate in changing rooms or toilets to avoid the inconvenience of walking around like that. “So you always just do it in your diaper whenever?” ”Yes, that’s how a lot of girls I know do it.” Amber looked on and noticed that the wet spot on Daisy was also still growing. “Don’t you think trying to hold it for a second is a good idea.” ”umm... I was meaning to ask you about that. How do I do that?” Daisy said with a blank faced stare, showing that she wasn’t joking. ”So you don’t know how to hold it. Like hold anything at all?” ”Is that like what you were doing back in class?” Daisy asked “Hey follow me to your bathroom.” Amber said as she walked up the stairs to Daisy’s room. They walked in through her doorway and made their way back to her inside her bathroom. Amber looked around for a moment and saw that everything was the same as her bathroom, with the exception that the toilet seat was down and looked dusty, giving the impression that it hadn’t been used since the last occupant left. “This is what I meant, why don’t you use this?” Amber said as she motioned to the toilet. Seeing that drips had started falling from the ever growing stain on Daisy’s pants. ”Oh. I’ve never done anything like that outside of a diaper... well except if it come out in the bathtub, but that almost never happenes.” She said frankly. ”Well if you’re gonna pass that continence management class then you should probably start going in the toilet sometimes right now.” Amber said with a awkward look. Made even more awkward by the fact that Daisy was taking off her pants. “What are you doing?!” ”I need to change myself, and it’s just girls here so it’s fine if you see me naked right.” “What kind of weirdo town do she come from?” Amber though to herself. Amber,despite her embarrassment, felt some responsibility for Daisy’s well being. If she didn’t even know how to use a toilet then she would probably fail the class. And she was her friend, even if they only knew each other for a short time. “Ok just lift that lid and sit down after you take you diaper off.” Daisy threw the soaked diaper in the trash before complying. “This feels weird, i’m not used to not wearing a diaper when i’m not bathing.”  Amber diverted her gaze as Daisy sat down. “Ok now just squeeze like you do when you’re wearing a diaper.”  Daisy let out a slight grunt and say there for almost a minute. Both girls were getting a bit uncomfortable now. “Nothings coming out. It’s like when i’m in the tub.” ”you’ve got to be kidding me. This girl is a fountain most of the time and the second you take the diaper off she dries up like a California water reservoir.” Amber thought to herself. Daisy set there for another minute squeezing until she heard the sound of water trickling out. Followed by a few big splashes. “It’s coming out now.” Daisy said. ”Yeah I heard...” Amber said as she rubbed her thighs together. “Just do this whenever you can instead of pooping in your diaper, it’s easier to clean up.”  “I don’t know if I’ll get used to doing this all the time, it feels weird to not have anything on me.” Daisy said looking up towards Amber, noticing that she had started fidgeting. ”Anyway that sound isn’t doing me any favors right now so i’m going back to my bathroom before I have accident Number 3 today.” ”But Wait how do I hold in pee if I can’t get to a toilet?” Daisy yelled ”You’ll figure it out!” Yelled Amber as she ran out  of Daisy’s room. Edited December 26, 2018 by Noface Spelling (see edit history)
Well... I feel like I own an explanation. Basically I have this thing where my interest in this sort of fetish runs hot and cold and, if I'm not in the mood, it's near impossible for me to write this. Parts of this were written during this time and it shows. There is no longer a clear end date for this, but I still intend to work on this as much as I can until it's finished. So prepare for a few parts over the course of the next week. Here's hoping I don't run into another dry spell until this is finished.                                                                                                                                  Part 4 The alarm clock buzzed obnoxiously as Amber rubbed her eyes. "Getting up early again for this stupid class. At least this one is on a Sunday so I can actually rest when i get home without worrying about another class." Amber sighed. She reached down between her legs to see if she had lasted the night, only to be greeted with a tale tale squish and the sight of a small puddle that had formed on the rubber sheet between her legs. "Again!" She groaned "Is it too much to ask that these things last a night?" She got up and stripped her diaper off before setting down on her toilet to empty herself as much as possible before changing into a new one. She pushed for a second before a few drips flowed out into the water below her. "It must have happened right before I got up." She thought to herself. She stood up to clean herself off. "So, assuming I peed right before I woke up then that means I when from 11pm last night to 7pm today. That means my sleeping self held it for a little under 8 hours after not drinking much before bed. If I go to sleep one hour before I need too and set an alarm for half way through the night then I should be able to prevent this from happening again." "Hey Amber" Yelled a voice from downstairs. "Are you ready?" "Hold on Daisy!" Amber yelled back as she changed into one of her floral shirts. She went to grab a diaper before looking down to the box of training panties she was meant to be wearing but hadn't touched since her incident Thursday. "I won't drink anything until I get home. It will be OK!" she said to herself before pulling one up. She finished changing before running down the stairs outside of her room. "Hey buddy!" Daisy yelled before grabbing Amber into a hug. "You ready to go now?" she said with a smile. "Yeah sure." Amber said with a award smile. "Hey, why do you have to go to this class anyway? I thought you were taking the class online." "Oh that." Daisy said. "After reading the form I had to fill out they said that I needed to attend a few classes, just until they think I know what i need to work on." "Ok." Amber said. "By the way you've been doing what I told you the other day right?" "Oh that." Daisy said with a slightly awkward smile. "I still don't have the hang of keeping it in. By the time I realize that I need to go I'm already peeing, but I'm mostly used to going in the toilet now." "When was the last time you went?" Amber said with concern? "Umm..." Daisy said before stopping for a second to think. "I think it was an hour ago, right after i got up and changed." There conversation was cut off by the sound of Rebecca's door flying open as a shirtless man walked out. "See ya latter babe." he said as he looked back at a nearly naked Rebecca. She was technically clothed, but only wore a thin night shirt that was practically see through and a pair of men's boxers. She waved back at him while she played with her hair. "See you latter Brocky." she said flirtatiously. Daisy blushed and averted her eyes as the man walked past and zipped up the fly of his pants. "Lets get out of here Amber!" she said as she walked out the door. The two of them walked down the sidewalk towards the building that their class was held in for a few minutes before the usually talkative Daisy broke the silence. "I can't believe what that- that..." Daisy trailed off, looking like she was trying to think of a nicer word than what came to mind. "Bimbo?" Amber said. "That Bimbo did! What kind of girl brings a boy into her room like that! I should report her the- the-... something!" Daisy shouted. "It's not against the rules or anything. If you want to go to a school like this then you've got to get used to people doing things you don't like." Amber interjected. "Well the least she could do is not have her shirtless boy toy running around where the rest of us live." Daisy said. Amber looked up at the doors of campus the health and nursing building. "Looks like we're here." They walked in before Daisy turned to the left as Amber walked toward the right. "Where are you going?" Daisy asked. "My class is this way." Amber said. "What." Daisy sighed. "My class is this way. I was hoping we'd have class together." "Guess not." Amber said as she leaned up against the wall. She looked down to see that Daisy was shifting her wight from foot to foot and was holding her legs closer together than normal. "Hey Daisy. Are you ok?" "Yeah why do you ask?" "You might want to-" Amber said before being cut off by the sound of a bell. Amber ran down the hall to the door on the end with a paper sign on the door. "WO 133 Advanced class 3. So they put me in the advanced class? " Amber though to herself as she walked through the door. Inside were a dozen or so other women, most of whom looked about her age. She sat down in the only open seat between a Japanese girl with hair that had been died pink and a tee shirt that looked like it was from a anime that she had never seen before and a brunette woman that looked somehow familiar to her, though she couldn't place from where. "Am I late?" Amber asked the girls setting next to her. "Yes, but so is the teacher. So you're good." Replied the brunet. "Oh good." Amber said with a sigh of relief. She stared at the woman she was talking to for a second before continuing. "Hey, I'm sorry to ask but do I know you from somewhere?" "You a soccer fan? I joined the team here so that might be it." She replied. "Oh that's it. I was trying out for the team before the semester started. I was hoping to qualify for a scholarship but that didn't work out." Amber replied with a sigh. "Oh yeah I remember you, you were pretty good if i remember right. To bad you sprung a leak during tryouts." "Yeah..." Amber said with a concealed somber tone. "They only let in girls that can hold it for a whole game." "Oh that stinks." Replied the Japanese girl that was setting to the left of them. "I like soccer, but I can't play it. But I like watching it. One of my favorite anime is based off Soccer. Do any of you watch anime?" She said with a bubbly tone. The two girls turned their heads to her and looked for a second before replying. "Uh... no." Amber replied. "I don't watch cartoons." Replied the brunet. "Oh. Ok." The girl replied as she looked away in disappointment. Before anyone could think of another topic of discussion, the door few open as the teacher ran in. Amber recognized her, she was the same professor from the orientation she had to take. "Sorry I'm late class, I had to make a pit stop on the way here." She said ash she walked over to the seat in the middle of the group of students. "My name is Miss Dunage, you can call me Clara. Now this isn't going to be a normal class. We have these on Sundays because we hold these pretty much all day, but each individual class only lasts about 30 minutes max. This is mostly just for reporting your progress and getting advice so you don't need to be here long, and having every new woman in the school taking the same class put a strain on the system when we tried to do this the normal way." She said as she gestured to the class. "Now the advanced classes are for anyone that can stop themselves from defecating and can detect their need to pee." She said doing her best not to make anyone in the class feel awkward. "Now I'm just going to ask everyone to tell us a bit about themselves and their situation as far as this goes." "Well this will at least give me a chance to see how I compare to the others. Maybe I'm not much worse off than the others." Amber though to herself. Before long, it was her row's turn to speak. The brunet Girl stood up to speak. "My name is Rose, I'm from New England, I play soccer, and if I'm being honest I don't see why I need to be here. I'm fine during the day. The only reason I wore diapers in my home town is because nowhere had a girl's bathroom. I've switched to underwear since I got here." She said in annoyed tone. "You said during the day, how are you at night?" The professor replied. Roses eyes when wide for a second before she averted them. "Ok so I still have a problem with bedwetting, but I'm fine the rest of the time." she said before setting down. "Well we'll work on that problem, you'll be recycling that rubber sheet by the end of the semester." The professor said before gesturing to Amber. Before Amber could stand up, the Japanese girl next to her shot up. "My Name is Hagakure NI- I mean Nico Hagakure. Sorry, still working on my English. I'm a Japanese exchange student. My favorite show is-" "I'm sorry but we're running low on time, can you tell us about your situation as it pertains to the class?" The professor interrupted. "Oh ok... I took a class like this in high school but it didn't turn out well. You can usually find girl's rooms in Japan if you look but the lines are so long that me and a lot of other girls just wear diapers. Going to the bathroom just takes too long so I just go in my diaper if I'm busy or not at home. I usually don't wet the bed but if it wakes me up i just go and take care of it in the morning." She said before setting down. "No shame on this girl." Amber heard Rose mumble under her breath. "Ok thank you, now it's your turn miss... James." Amber slowly stood up before responding. "My name is Amber James. I'm a Marine Biology student. I can usually tell before I need to go but I have to run to the restroom pretty soon after that. I've tried Pot- Err Toilet training before so I know the general drill." Before she could continue, she felt a twinge in her bladder that told her that she needed to go soon. "Shit" she though to herself. Thankfully, the bell rang and people got up to leave. Before Amber could follow them, the professor spoke up. "Wait Amber, could I speak with you for a moment?" "Sure" Amber said with a forced smile as she walked back to set next to the teacher. "So Amber, it says here that you're Ruby Jame's daughter. Is that true?" Clara said with a smile. "Yes." Amber replied. "Oh that's so cool! I'm sure you've heard about me then. We were roommates back in college." "She doesn't talk about her old friends much." Amber said with a slightly aggravated tone. "Oh..." Clara said with disappointment. "Well we were the best of friends back then. She was the one that convinced me to to start continence training, along with half the women at our school. We were always rallying support to fix something around the school. I remember the time we-" "Miss Dunage." Amber interrupted. "I don't mean to be rude, but why did you want to talk to me?" "Oh yes." She said while she opened Amber's folder. "It says here that you attempted Toilet training 3 separate times. That's fairly uncommon so, since I am your advisor, I thought that I would ask you about that." Amber sighed and hunched over. "It's a long story OK" Amber mumbled. "I just want to know about this so I can help you out. This isn't just another class, it's important for you as a person." Amber leaned back to make herself more comfortable before explaining. "Well, my mom was never happy about me being in diapers. She didn't technically try training me until I was around 9, but even before that she did things like set me down on a boy's training potty whenever she went to the bathroom." "Well that sounds supportive." Miss Dunage interjected. "You would think so." Amber said. "around the time I turned 9 or so mom got serious about breaking me off diapers. For about a year or so, Mom would have me on a bathroom timer, a bedweting alarm,  and some kind of "Bladder expansion training". If I went through more than two diapers a day then Mom would start taking the cost out of my allowance. So I stopped drinking anything when I wasn't at home. I played soccer at the time so I was always dehydrated. It stopped after I fainted during a game and my guidance concealer told her that this wasn't having a good effect on my well being." Clara sat there for a moment, but Amber continued before she could say anything. "The second time was when I was around 10 or 11. Mom decided to try diaper rationing and some other things to help, but that was after she and my dad got a divorce so Mom was only in charge for half of my time. Things continued on and off for a bit until Mom decided this was a fools errand so she decided to wait until later. Once my dad got arrested when I was around 13 she got full custody. After that it was back to the rationing, forced hourly bathroom visits, Bladder training and everything else she could find online. After almost a year of this she was so aggravated with me that she put me in white pants and made me go daiperless in public." Amber paused for a moment as she crosses her legs. "It worked for almost a week, she was so happy with that progress that she bought me a few pairs of panties. But..." Amber said as her tone turned a bit more somber. "She brought me to see a 3D showing of Finding Nemo at our local theater. I was so happy watching the movie that I didn't realize when I needed to pee and before I knew it I was setting in a puddle." "Oh don't feel bad" Clara said in a comforting tone. "Everyone knows that girls don't develop proper bladder control until they're 17 or so. It happens to everyone at that age." "Apparently my Mom didn't believe that. Every since then she just gave up on me. It's why I moved out as soon as I turned 18." They both sat there in silence for a moment before Amber felt another twitch from her bladder. "If it's OK miss Dunage, can I go now?" "Hold on for a second." Clara said. "I just want to remind you to download the app for that alarm you got. It messages you reminders, helps measure bladder capacity, and a whole bunch of other stuff that should help you out." "Thanks" Amber said as she made her way hastily to the door. "Also just try and hold off on going to the bathroom as long as you think you can, it helps get your body use to not just letting it all out whenever it likes." Clara said as Amber walked out the classroom door. Amber walked down the hall to the girl's bathroom. "Well hopefully I should be able to avoid any embarrassment today." She walked through the doors and saw Daisy getting out of one of the Stalls. "Hey Amber!" Daisy yelled. "Hey Dais." "Hey I want you to see something." Daisy said as she lifted her skirt, revealing a yellow duck print diaper. "Yeah that's great..." Amber said awkwardly. "Why are you showing me this?" She said as she looked to the stalls behind Daisy. "Don't you see? It's dry. I made it through class this time, I was even able to hold it for a few minutes after i realized what it was." Daisy said with a smile. "that's great Dais." Amber said with a genuine smile. "Anyway, I'm heading back to our dorm. Are you coming with me? "Yeah just hold on a..." Amber trailed off as she remembered the advice that her teacher had gave her. "You know what, yeah I'm ready!" The two of them walked out of the building and towards home. "So how did class go?" Daisy asked. "Ok, there are some weird people in my class. You?" "It was pretty boring. There were a couple of girls that needed a change during class and had to leave.There was one that didn't know how to change himself." Daisy replied. "Wait really?" Amber said "Who doesn't know how to do that at our age?" "Yeah. There was also a man there, that made things a little awkward." "Wait." Amber said holding up her hand to her head. "Ive never heard of a guy in diapers before." "He said that he's from a country in South America where no men are potty trained." Daisy said. "What? I didn't even know that was a thing." Amber said with a confused expression. She felt another whine come from her bladder, causing her to press her thighs together for a second. "Hey Dais you mind if we change the subject?" "Oh sure." Daisy said. "So what do you think about Quantum conciseness theory?" "Uhhhh, What?" Amber asked. "Basically it's the theory that all of human conciseness is- Oh wait there's the dorm." Daisy said as the sight of their building distracted her. "Oh good, anyway I'm heading to my room." Amber said as she ran up the stairs. She quickly sprinted to her door and fiddled around in her purse to find her keycard. She felt a strong jolt come from her bladder this time, letting her know that she wouldn't last long. "Come on. Come on!" she said to her self. She shuffled through the pockets of her purse a=for a minute or two before she finally found what she was seeking. "Thank God!" She unlocked her door and ran to the bathroom. She stripped of her clothes and diaper before pausing. She remembered what she was told earlier and decided to see how long she could last. She sat her clothes down on top of her rubber sheet and sat on them naked with the exception of a white bra and a pair of socks. She sat her hands to her side and spread her legs as wide as she could. "If I pee now it'll stain my clothes, hopefully this will give me an incentive to hold it for another minute or two." She sat there for a minute, then two, then five, her bladders cry for release growing ever more present the longer she sat there, "Come on you can do it, if you let go now you'll have a huge mess to clean up. You can do it Amber!" She said to herself. She looked over to her clock to see how much time had passed. "Ok it's been seven minutes now, I can make it another 3." She sad there as her body began to quiver. This wasn't just a mater of training herself now, she was starting to enjoy it. She struggled against the desire to hold herself and cross her legs as the 9 minute mark passed. "I can do this." She thought to herself." She felt a small amount of moisture escape from her onto her skin, not enough to drip down but enough to be noticed. She looked over to the clock to see that the 10 minute mark was nearly here. "I guess I should get up now." She stood up and put her hands to her side as she slowly walked to the toilet, fighting every urge to jam her hands between her legs. She squatted down as the timer passed 10, leading to her releasing a hot stream into the water below before her bum could meet the seat. She leaned back and let out a satisfied sigh. "I've never felt so good pissing in my life."
Ok as anyone who is or was a fan of this will realize I haven’t been uploading lately. Long story short I lost interest for a while. I was never a huge fan of diaper stuff and what little interest i had was lost because of a sadistic fan fiction involving a character I like, it wasn’t on this site and I wouldn’t kink shame if it was but let’s just say it angered what little interest there was out of me. But I want to finish this story. I like the characters and in a weird way it feels wrong to leave it unresolved because f the character arc involved. So there’ll probably be 3 more chapters and maybe a side story or two and that’s it. I’ve trimmed the fat to what needs to happen for it to end the way I want. So this should hopefully be done soon. Feel free to leave your suggestions for what characters and situations you want to appear in the side stories or future chapters, i’m willing to accept accept suggestions if one is better than what I had in mind. Also im writing this entirely on my phone now so the formatting is gonna be fucked and sorry if a plot hole happens   Chapter 5 Amber hurriedly stacked dishes beside the sink. Her work day at the bar Typhoon was coming to all to welcome end. She uncomfortably fidgeted from foot too foot, crossing her legs every few seconds. “47.” She murdered under her breath. “Yo, quittin time!” Shouted a busty black haired woman that looked around Amber’s age with a tattoo of a snake’s tail going up her thigh and vanishing under her skimpy shorts from the door to the kitchen. ”Oh thank god!” She yelled as she ran past her to the bathroom at back of the building. All of the customers has filtered out leaving her alone with one other worker. She felt the familiar sensation of nether regions starting to quiver and weaken. “Come on come on you can make it.” She though to herself. She shoved her hand in between her legs as she shoved the door open. She ran too a stall that was missing a door and hiked up her skirt. “Just three more seconds!” She thought out loud. She felt the eminent failure of her muscles coming as she yanked down the thin training panties around her waist, tearing the waistband in the process. As soon as she sat down, she felt the flood she had kept inside her for nearly the past hour rush out like a geyser. “48.” She sighed to herself in relief.  “You know kid it’s a good thing the customers are gone because this is the men’s room.” The black haired woman said as she walked through the door. Amber blushed and leaned forward. “Well the woman’s changing room has one toilet and it’s far away from the door, I was in a rush.”  “That was, what, the fifth bathroom break today? I though you just diarrhea or something. What was that counting about?” She asked with a slight drunken slur in her voice.  “You heard that? Well...” she thought to herself as her stream of piss came to and end. “I’ve started counting how many minutes I can go without a bathroom break once I feel the urge. 48 is my record.” She said with some degree of pride. Not a month ago she had trouble even realizing when her bladder was full and now she had gone almost a week since having having to change her training panties because she had sprung a leak. She still had problems with partial wettings or having to rush to the bathroom, but it had been two weeks since she had a full accident during the day. “I know as efficient as you with normal diapers but that’ll change soon.” She said smugly. Her train of though was interrupted when she saw the woman unbuttoning her shorts. “Don’t you think it would be better to do that in the changing room Chloe, it has a table?” Her eyes when wide when she saw her shorts slide down slightly revealing a pair of men’s boxers. ”Of ya don’t mind the sound of you poppin the cork like that is makin me need to piss. I’ll just go hear.” She said with the same mild slur in her voice as before. She turned around to face the urinals on the opposite wall and let out a sigh, followed by the sound of slashing against porcelain. “Ah, that’s better.” Amber shot up and adjusted her skirt. “Wait Wait, she hasn’t  had a bathroom break all day. She never does. I thought she was in a diaper.” ”Anyway i’m happy for ya. Not a lot of other women I’ve met potty train themselves so it’s nice to meet another. But you might want to drink a little less because all those breaks are pissing me off, i’m not suppose to run this dive by myself you know.” She stood there for over a minute with Amber awkwardly watching. She felt like leaving but it was like watching a train wreck, she wanted to see exactly how long was going to stand there for. It was a good while before the torrent finally came to and end and Chloe finally buttoned her shorts back up. “And it looks like someone else is better at this than I am.” Amber said under her breath. ”Anyway, Let’s get going. I’m driving.” She said as she drunkenly walked out of the bathroom. ”No! We carpooled and I am not letting a drunk girl drive. Besides aren’t you young for drinking?” Amber interjected. ”Look If im old enough to serve it im old enough to drink it when all these whining customers aren’t keeping me busy. Besides I’ve had a hell of a week and I need something to forget it. But if you want to drive then be my guest.”  The two of them piled into Amber’s old ford and pulled out of the driveway. “So... When did you do continence training? I thought you never sent to college.” Amber said awkwardly. ”Don’t you think that’s a odd question between coworkers?” Chloe said with her head rubbing the side of her head.  “Well you walked in on me i’m the bathroom and pissed in front of me so I think it’s on parr with the rest of this evening.” Amber said as she adjusted the radio station to a local pop station. Chloe reached down and changed it again to a station playing heavy metal. “Let me listen to my beats and I’ll tell you.” ”Fine.” Amber said as she turned the volume down. ”Nothin too much to say. When I was 13 my mom died. I had two brothers and lived with my dad so I was the only one that wore em.”  “I’m sorry.” Amber interrupted. “If you don’t want to talk any more I understand.”  “Don’t be sorry, she was a crack whore that ODed in front of me. Moving in with my dad was the best thing to ever happen to me. Anyway back to the story.” She said bluntly. “So I got tired of being the only one that had to powder my ass while my brothers could just piss in the pot so I started teaching myself how to hold it. Took me about a year and a half total before I got it. Haven’t pissed myself without alcohol involved since I was 15ish.”  “15?!” Amber shouted. “I thought it was impossible for us to do that until we hit 17? Also how did you use the... whatever that thing in the men’s room is called?” ”Urinal? Oh that. That’s something I taught myself to do because finding a changing room with a toilet was a pain in the ass until, like, a year ago. The boxers are because panties feel like shit, they’re all either padded or frilly and men’s are cheaper anyway.” Amber tried to think of another question when she saw the cars in front of her slow and come to a gradual stop. “Traffic Jam!” She shouted in annoyance. “Oh well, hopefully it won’t take too...” She rested her hand on her skirt and remembered what happened earlier. “Shit!” She shouted. ”What?” ”My panties tore earlier, i’m going commando right now.” She said with concern in her voice.  “So?” ”So I drank a crapload of water a while  before I peed earlier and it wouldn’t have made its way through my system yet.” She yanked out her phone to check how long it had been. “Two hours. Oh crap...” ”Stop worrying and drive, don’t think about it.” Chloe said as she leaned back and closed her eyes.  Amber hastily looked around her car. Her eyes fell on a pack of bulky diapers like the ones she slept I she had had since before the semester and kept in her car for emergencies. “Why didn’t a bring more of the training panties!” She thought to herself. “I really don’t want to wear one of those. It’s ok, I’ll get home before I have to put one on. Everything will be fine.” The two of them had been setting in slowly moving traffic for the better part of an hour. Chloe has fallen asleep and Amber was beginning to feel a all to familiar pressure building. “Fuck! Why does this have to happen now? That’s it! No more drinking anything for the last two hours of my shift.” She thought to herself. This feeling festered for another 10 minutes, then 15, then 25, all while the cars in front of her refused to make any noticeable movement. She fidgeted and scanned around her. She saw that Chloe was asleep and her eyes locked in on the protection in her back seat. “I really don’t want to piss my seat.”  She reached back and grabbed a bulky diaper out of the pack. The sight of it made her feel small. She had successfully avoided using them for a couple weeks now, outside of when she slept. For all her efforts with alarms and waking up early she still hadn’t managed to find a way to have a uninterrupted night’s sleep without them. She opened it up and sat it between the back of her skirt and her but before returning to a sitting position. “Just encase.” She though to herself. “I won’t close it, I’ll just have it there Incase I leak.” They sat there for another 5 minutes before a surge of desperation blew through her. She grabbed at the front of the diaper and pulled it to her skin in fear of a leak appearing. She held herself through it for a coupe seconds before a short spurt escaped. “No! No! Stop! Please.” She pleaded to herself as the short leak came to and end. She looked down to inspect it. “At least it’s a small one. It’s only been 30 minutes, I should be able to hold it longer.” She thought to herself as she clinched her legs together, keeping her foot on the break.  Another 5 minutes passed, followed by a pair of small spurts that she was blue to intercept with the diaper under her. “Fuck fuck. I’m gonna wet myself at this rate. I can’t let myself do that.” She whined internally. Just as she had all but resigned herself to a full accident, the card started moving again. “Thank god!” She said aloud. She took her hand off her crotch and put both on the steering wheel. She crossed her legs as best she could while still driving. She sped down the bumpy road leading to her dorm. She hit a speed bump at full force, sending a shock through her body. She pulled the diaper back up to her just as another small jet of piss escaped. “Come on you can make it.” She hastily pulled into her dorm’s driveway. ”Hey, aren’t you gonna take me back first?” A newly awake Chloe asked.  “Need to make a pot stop first!” She yelled as she ran out the car doors. She made her way down the illuminated walkway with her left hand slammed between her legs while her right hand fished through her pockets for her key’s. “Come on come on come on, you’re at the finish line girl!” She said to herself. She fiddled with the door knob until it turned and threw the door open. She slammed both hands into her crotch and ran through the door as the hardest wave of desperation so far hit her. Before she could think, she saw Rebecca round the He corner from her room into the common room. She instinctively pulled her hands out and assumed a neutral stance in a attempt to appear as if nothing was wrong. ”Hello, well you look like you’ve had a fun night.” She said sarcastically with a nail file in her hand. Amber felt a massive wave of desperation crash over her. She felt her body quiver briefly. She clinched her newly trained kegal muscles like a vice and tried to resist the temptation to hold herself. “Just fine, now if you excuse me I need to go get something from my room.” She said with a fake smirk. She walked up the stairs as fast as she could manage, keeping her stance as neutral and unassuming as possible to not give Rebecca the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. She kept her muscles clinched to the point of exhaustion as she entered her room. She immediately shot her hands down before pausing. She remembered how she stopped herself just a few moments before. Her bladder began to scream for relief again louder than it had before.  “I can hold it. I know I can hold it. I don’t need my hands.” She said calmly to herself. She parted her legs slowly and made her way to the bathroom. She kicked up the lid of the toilet so hard that it moved the seat up as well. She stared to adjust it so she could finally get the release she had sought for so long before pausing. Her mind returned to the memory of seeing Chloe pissing in the bathroom. “If she can do it, why can’t I?” She thrust her hips forward and put both hands on her hips. The second she did, a stream of golden piss erupted from her. It flew as a cohesive stream for less than a second before it started breaking apart into a gushing waterfall that cascaded downward into her legs. “Shit!” She shouted before sitting down on the toilet backwards, allowing the rest to flow into it. “Well, now I just need to clean off and take her home. That was a stupid idea.” She sighed to herself. “
Side Story 2: Trip to the Mall Rose, Nico, and Amber has already finishes their weekly meeting in the Continence Management class and we’re just eating the other girls slowly filter towards the front desk while they waited for the bell to ring. “While do we even need to be here now?” Rose groaned. “90% sure most of us already have the hang of it. This really shouldn’t be that long.” ”Oh it’s not that bad, at least it gives us an excuse to see each other.” Nico said as she pulled the two into a awkward hug.  “The lest they could do is let us test out early. I was only thrown into this class because I wet the bed once when I tried to test out of it, I haven’t done that since the beginning of the semester.” Rose growled.  “Yeah.” Amber said trying to disguise her own discomfort at that statement.  The bell range, signaling for all the girls to get up and leave. “Thank god, I’ve got better things to do with my weekend than sit around in here.” Rose said as she walked out the door.  “What do you guys have planned exactly?” Asked Nico. ”Nothing but that’s better than this.” Rose said.  “I was just going to go shopping, my lab top charger got fried and I need a new one.” Said Amber.  “Well, why don’t we go to the mall then?” Nico asked.  Rose looked back for a second. “Eh, I’ve got nothing better to do.” She walked away from the bathroom door and back towards them. ”Ok, it had the closest electronics shop anyway.” ”Great!” Nico said as she grabbed the two of them by the shoulders. “I’ll drive!” She said as she produced a set of keys with a uncountable number of key chains, each holding some kind of pop-culture imagery ranging from the familiar to things that were obviously from the deepest corners of weebdom.  The three of them rushed to the parking lot and stuffed themselves into a car covered in more stickers and decorations than they had seen on a functioning vehicle before. She drove of the school grounds and hurried to the towns mall. Most malls had seen better times, having businesses leave or fail frequently and inevitably closing down, but Pinecrest was an exception, being the sort of mall that was build so big in the beginning that it only got more business as the others faltered and managing to stay afloat. They ran from store to store getting what they needed and several things they didn’t. They three of them might not have that much in common but seeing each other frequently had given them something to talk about even if it was only the stuff about the school that made them all angry.  “This was fun guys! Let’s get something to eat and I’ll show you to my favorite store in this place!” ”Oh i’m starving, I skipped breakfast this morning.” Amber said.  “I could eat.” Rose said.  They walked to the food court, got some food from a burger place, and sat down for a meal. “American food is so greasy, American restaurant chains back home aren’t half this bad.” Nico said.  “Yeah. But hey, a burger is a burger. And there’s are pretty good.” Amber said before taking a sip from her unusually small soda cup. ”Why did you get a kid size drink?” Rose asked. ”Because I don’t like drinking too much when i’m out now. The changing rooms here have, like, one stall and seven people waiting to use it.” Amber said. ”Same problem in Japan, that’s why I still have my diaper on.” Nico said. ”Wait. You’ve gone this far in the class and you’re still wearing one, the full sized and not the training panties I mean?” Amber asked “Yeah. I mean I usually don’t use it unless i’m near a changing room but i’m not going to wait thirty minutes just to pee when I can just go and change afterwards while everyone else is doing a potty dance. I can hold it as long as I need too. Besides they’re more comfortable to me.” Nico said as she patted the side of her white and pink skirt.  “Well you might want to break that habit.” Rose interjected. “To pass the class you need to spend all of finals week dry, they make you wear that stupid alarm thing and training panties to make sure you aren’t cheating.” ”Wait that’s how it works?” Amber asked. “I was wondering how the final worked. How do they know?” ”Those alarms are hooked up to a network. They can tell when you’re wearing them and when they’re wet. You can only have them off for an hour and a half at Max a day without an exception. That’s how I failed when I tried testing out before school started. I drank a Gatorade before bed on night five and woke up damp and needing a piss. Rose said.  After hearing this Amber began to worry. “What if I can’t stop wetting the bed before then?” She thought to herself. ”Anyway, who are you guys taking to the winter formal?” Nico asked enthusiastically. ”Im not going, my boyfriend is back home and couldn’t afford to fly out.” Rose said. ”Oh that. I haven’t asked anyone. Honestly I haven’t thought about it.” Amber said.  “Well you could always just go and ask a boy there to dance. A lot of guys are doing that I’ve heard.” Nico said.  “Maybe... I don’t know. I don’t want to stand around in the corner all night.” Amber said.  “Besides isn’t that more of a high school thing.” Rose said.  “It’s a tradition here isn’t it. The school has been doing it for a long time. Plus it isn’t something I got to do in Japan so I want to do it.” Said Nico.  A pair of college students walked by while they were talking and stopped. “Oh look it’s Primrose. I’d stop and talk to you but Gwraa i’m to busy Grrre choking Phraa.” she said while holding her throat. They walked off with a laugh. Nico made a angry scowl. “What was that about?”  “Is this because of the game last week?” Amber asked. ”What do you think? Of course it is. I’ve been catching shit over that all week.” Rose said. ”What happened?” Nico asked. ”The Goalie had tripped and I had a easy shot. I missed it and we ended up loosing the game because of it.” Rose growled.  “Hey look at the bright side, you’ve scored more than any first year in the team’s history. That has to count for something.” Amber said comfortingly.  “Yeah, im also the only first year on the team. I’m in competition with, like, three people for that title total.”  “Come on, you’re a beast before fourth quarter. Everyone knows that.” Amber said. “You just tend to get a bit shaky when things go into over time like that game did.” Nico tried to make sense of the terminology before speaking as to not make herself sound stupid. “Why do you have trouble after fourth quarter?”  Rose let out a slightly embarrassed sigh. “Because I always drink a lot to keep in shape for the game. I can’t go with other people in ear shot and the bathroom walls are thin so I just wait until after the game when I can get some privacy. I usually don’t have a problem until around fourth quarter.” ”Yikes. Sorry about that. Didn’t that game go thirty minutes into over time?” Amber asked.  “Exactly. I felt like I was about to piss myself the whole time. And if I do that I get kicked from the team. So my brain went to mush and I choked hard.” She shifted her setting position uncomfortably. Amber looked down at her now empty drink. “This has me feeling like I need a pit stop. I’ll be back in a second.” She said as she walked towards the changing room near the food court, which had a unusually short line for this time of day. Rose stood up herself, causing her knees to spring close to each other. “Maybe I should go too, I’ll go last.” ”Yeah. I should probably go too, otherwise I might have to go in the car and I don’t like setting in that.” Nico said. They filtered into a slow moving line of women that mostly looked around their age or slightly older. Most of them seemed composed save for a couple girls that were fidgeting and shifting their weight  from heel to heel and a young girl standing in front of them that looked to be around 15 who had her legs crossed. Other women of different ages walked by them into the changing stalls and left almost of quickly. “You’d think in a city like this that they’d have more than one toilet for women.” Rose quipped.  “I wish they did, I’ve been looking for one for almost twenty minutes. I never realized how long these lines could get.” Said the poor girl in front of them. They stood in line for several minutes as the line slowly moved towards the stall they were waiting for. A few other girls lined up behind Rose as she inched closer to her goal. Nico was beginning to fidget slightly but Amber remained mostly composed. Things stayed like this until the sound of falling water came from a few places in front of them. One of the older girls who had been fidgeting gasped as a stream of water fell from beneath her skirt. She blushed and ran into one of the changing booths. The girl that was standing in front of Amber shot her hands between her legs. ”That’s it, im not waiting any more. Aaahhhh...” Nico said as a muffled hiss emanated from under her dress. She slowly walked over to the changing booths, not waiting to close the door before undoing the tape and letting her diaper fall to the ground with a loud squish. “Brb guys!” She slammed the door to the booth shut. Rose presses her knees together. “Why didn’t I go at the school.” She said under her breath.  “Thank goodness I didn’t put this off.” Amber said under her breath. She looked behind her and saw the shape Rose was in. “Do you want to skip ahead of me?”  Rose adjusted her posture to look more normal before speaking. “No you go ahead.” The line reached the ending before the girl standing front of them ran in. They stood there for a few seconds before they heard a satisfied sigh and a loud hissing. Rose shifted on her feet again before she walked out, looking oddly proud of herself, the same way Amber and Rose did the first time they managed to make it to the bathroom when they were desperate. “You sure you don’t want to go before me?” Amber said as she opens the door.  “Just go already, I’ll be fine.”  Amber shut the door as Rose began prancing in place uncomfortably, resisting the urge to hold herself. “I really need to stop putting this off.” After a few seconds Amber emerged looking relieved. Rose practically shoved her out of the way as a small spurt escaped her. She undid her belt and slammed herself down on the toilet. She looked down to see a small wet spot on her training panties that were thankfully lacking the alarm that came with them. “Guess it’s a good thing I wore those.” She though to herself. She leaned back squeezed hard. “Come on, you were coming out by accident a second ago.” She kept squeezing and stressing her muscles trying to free the piss pent up inside her for nearly a minute to no avail. She heard a loud knocking coming from the door. “Hurry up in there!” Rose kept trying to force it out of her. “Come on out!” She thought to herself as the though of all the people outside listening ran through her head. ”Here!” Shouted the voice of Nico from outside as a phone with ear buds styled after a anime character came flying over the top of the door and into her lap. “Just put those in!” ”I guess it couldn’t hurt.” She thought to herself before putting them in her ears. The sound was a recording of a waterfall mixed the a rainstorm that drowned out the sound of shuffling outside. The sound sent a pang if desperation through her as she took a deep breath and relaxed herself. With a few deep breaths her dam broke, allowing her torrent to escape her. She let out a long sigh as it finally came to an end. She stood up and pulled her pants and slightly spiked panties up before tightening her belt. She walked out and strode triumphantly to the sink to wash her hands. She pulled the ear buds out and tossed the phone back to her friend. “Thanks Nico.”
Other first part of a story I wrote for the Experience Project: Donald Tasker shifted round in his chair slightly and turned his gaze away from the judge who was speaking to the jury as part of his summing up before sentencing and looked towards the accused.  Kevin Sharp was thin weasly looking 18 year old wearing his well used court suit. From the fact that the jacket and trousers were now fitting very snugly, he could only assume that the clothes had been purchased for a court appearance much earlier in Kevin's burgulary career. As Donald watched he noticed that Kevin appeared to be very nervous. It was  understandable owing to the fact that the lad was possibly only minutes away from a prison sentence but the occasional facial ticks and slight body movements made Donald wonder if Kevin needed to wee? Donld was snapped out of his train of thought as the judge told the accused to stand. The gap between the brass handrail and the wooden panel  gave Donald a perfect view of Kevins hands crossed in front of his crotch. The trousers were way too tight and so worn that the outline of the lads briefs could be clearly made out and as Kevin unclasped his hands and re-clasped them behind his back, the court was treated to a snug little crotch bulge. "Kevin Sharp. You have been found guilty of the crimes of breaking and entering and attempted burgulary. Even at this relatively young age you are well on your way to becoming a career criminal. The previous terms in young offenders institutions seem to have had little effect on changing your behaviour. As you are eighteen and as such can be treated as an adult are eligible to serve a prison sentence" Kevin brought his hands back in front and as Donald watched closely, the lad pressed his clasped hands firmly into his crotch. Oh lovely, he suffers from a nervous bladder. This is going to be too nice! thought Donald, "A crime like this is subject to a minimum prison term of 12 months with no early release, but thanks to an unprecedented appeal for leniancy from your victim, I have decided to give you one last chance to turn away from this life of crime. You are hereby sentenced to 6 months community service subject to special license 6 subsection 3" Donald watched as Kevin breathed a huge sigh of relief as he heard the judgement being passed down and knew that he was yet to find out what the special conditions the judge had imposed. Judge Callum MaCleod and Donald had been friends since schooldays. They had gone on to university together after which their paths had separated for a number of years when Callum went to work in chambers and took the bar.  As schoolboys and students the pair were very close friends, however, it wasn't just friendship that bound them together. Donald and Callum recognised a sadistic streak in each other and divulged their secret desires to each other, most of which centred around the punishment of young men. Callums prowess as a sportsman saw him captain the school rugby team and he used this limited power to intimidate and torture several of the young men in the team during training and as part of the initiation ceremonies of new recruits.  Donald on the other hand was no keen sportsman but found his way to become the leader of the schools' scouting troup. Both young men commanded their charges very strictly and were each fond of dishing out spanking punishments in front of the other lads and sometimes in private. The these 'private' punishment sessions often saw the other in attendance, sometimes to watch and often to take part in administering the punishment. It was on one of these joint sessions when Donald learned how sadistic Callum could be.  Donald walked down the corridor to the male changing rooms. There were two members of the rugby team, still in their kit standing outside the doors. Both appeared to be very aggitated and the scrape of the studs on their boots echoed down the corridor as they shifted from one foot to the other. One of the lads was saying something to the other but stopped abruptly when they saw Donald approach. When Donald entered the changing room he was met with a grinning Callum "did you see my two water babies?"  the penny dropped with Donald and he understood why the lads were fidgetting so much. "Oh I see. They need to piss" replied Donald. "Like crazy my friend. I have had them both out there waiting for half an hour so they should both be just about ready to wet their shorts" Callum explained that he encouraged all of the players to keep well hydrated and he made them all drink a litre bottle of water before the start of each half so, even with all the sweating, there was a rush for the urinals at half time and even more so at the end of the match. On this particular day he had pulled the two lads straight out into the corridor before they had had a chance to relieve themselves and told them to wait. All of the other players had gone home leaving the two writhing lads to wait for their spanking with bladders about to burst.  "There's no way they will be able to hold it for the duration of their spanking even if they don't piss themselves first" Callum said gleefully. He picked up the old pimsol and gave it a firm wack across his hand. "You can bring them in now" The two lads shuffled into the changing room followed by Donald. Peter, the taller and braver of the pair headed straight for the gap in the wall through which the showers and toilets could be found, but before he could pass through the gap, his way was barred by the grinning Callum. "I don't think so Pedro. You are here for your punishment". Peter looked shocked and "you've had us waiting out there for hours, I'm busting!". The grin disappeared from Callum's face as he spun the lad around and pushed him back towards the lockers where his team mate Andrew appeared to be in a state of complete desperation.  Andrew had the long sleeves of his jersey pulled right down over each hand like it was a frosty morning on the pitch or something and was cupping his crotch tightly and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Peter, who was holding it together slightly better joined Andrew by the lockers.  Donald proceeded to watch with some admiration and growing anticipation  as Callum proceeded to give the lads a protracted lecture about their joint crime which involved getting drunk and rowdy in the village after their recent away game and reports of them being spotted urinating against the wall of St Joseph's church hall.  Callum savoured reminding them just how many pints of beer they had consumed that night and,  of their inability to control their bladders so that they may relive themselves in an appropriate place. As Callum moved on to reminding the lads of their responsibilities to both the college and their team mates, Donald focused his attention on the two miscreants. Peter was by now bobbing up and down and crossing his legs like a desperate 5 year old but the best show was being given by Andrew who was alternating between rubbing his hands on his thighs and squeezing the crotch of his muddy white rugby shorts. Donald thought it was about the fifth time that Callum had manged to work the word 'urinate' into his lecture that poor Andrew's bladder gave up the fight and with a gasp the lad clutched at himself with both hands as his shorts glistened and bloomed momentarily as the thick cotton tried to soak up the flow before the rivulets of hot pee spurted through this grasping fingers and splattered onto the tiled floor. With a half smile of triumph Callum looked to Donald as he slapped the plimsol against his other hand with a loud crack. That had been a good 40 odd years ago and the pair had gone their separate ways to pursue their careers. Donald making a good name for himself as a broker for a good city firm and Callum becoming one of the youngest judges ever to sit at the Old Bailey. After the stress of one Black Friday too many, Donald had taken an early retirement package in the early 2000's and had settled back in Hereford to turn his antique collecting hobby into a business. His picturesque timber framed shop in the old part of the city soon becoming popular with tourists and locals alike. Callum, who had been persuaded to scale down his high court work after his name, and more to the point, job title were fleetingly mentioned in a number of newspaper articles which primarily were aimed at taking down a particularly sleazy member of the conservative government but in Callum's opinion caused lots of 'collateral' damage. He now acted  as a circuit judge and it was whilst on a day off from a dreary corporate mis selling trial at the Hereford city court that he wandered into Donald's shop and saw the old friends reunited.